tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88712833211952349812024-03-13T18:26:05.832+02:00Doar cateva cuvinte despre noi...Life LoVeRsibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-49530904957881272902011-01-13T20:41:00.002+02:002011-01-13T22:56:24.976+02:00Ganduri despre viata- Thoughts about life.Lucrurile in viata par usoare la inceput cand toata lumea e a noastra cel putin teoretic, dar ... totul e in continua miscare.<br />De aceea vreau sa iti vorbesc despre ceea ce ne inconjoara, despre mine, despre tine, despre noi. Aceste randuri se vor naste in urma unor intrebari pe care poate mi le-am pus eu , dar nu numai. Nesiguranta mea, nesiguranta ta, ne aduc mai aproape, ne fac sa devenim cele mai bune prietene. Vom impartasii atat lucrurile banale cat si importante, intr-un cuvant vom vorbi despre viata.<br /><br />Things in life seem easy at the beginning when the whole world is your at least in theory, but ... everything is changing. I want to talk to you about what surrounds us, about me, about you, about us. These lines will be born as a result of questions that I put it to me, but not only. My insecurity, your insecurity, bring us closer, make us become the best friends. We will talk about life.sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-55477451931415028502011-01-07T15:29:00.001+02:002011-01-07T15:31:47.451+02:00u2 ?"Nesinceritatea e doar o metoda prin care ne putem dubla personalitatea."<br /><br />"Insincerity is simply a method by which we can double personality. "sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-77171528826649015092010-11-07T02:22:00.001+02:002010-11-07T02:22:51.552+02:00Barbatii fac/ Femeile vorbescAm ales aceasta tema pentru faptul ca admir modul lor de a se comporta in astfel de situatii. Ciudat nu? Dar ei sunt intr-adevar un exemplu bun de urmat si asta pentru ca nu arata ingrozitor in oglinda. In cazul unor mici conflicte, barbatul nu se exteriorizeaza, asa cum facem noi toate(99%).<br /> De ce alegem noi intotdeauna drumul cel mai complicat? Ma intreb daca ne putem reprograma? pentru ca studiile au demonstrat ca avem softuri diferite. Mereu cerem explicatii si asta in timp ce inundam camera in care ne aflam. Barbatul se calmeaza repede, datorita faptului ca se orienteaza spre lucruri care ii atrag atentia, precum un leptop sau de ce nu un televizor. Dar acest lucru are o explicatie foarte interesanta: femeile folosesc mai mult emisfera stanga iar barbatii pe cea dreapta.<br />Datorita acestui fapt barbatii reactioneaze prin miscare in loc sa continuie verbal, femeile in schimb rectioneaza prin comunicare. Cand suntem nervoase vedem numai lucrurile negative, si credem ca nu exista nici o rezolvare, provocam verbal, dar asta pentru ca ne lasam purtate de val. Simtim nevoia sa impartasim tot ce gandim ca sa ne linistim, dupa care pace.<br />Barbatul in schimb constient de ceea ce se poate intampla in urma provocarilor verbale facute de femeie, alege plecarea. Se deconecteaza de tot ce il enerva pentru a se putea calma.<br /><br />La sfarsit in schimb totul se rezolva cu un sarut si un somn linistit, cel putin asa sper.sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-4238050513919298712010-11-07T02:02:00.004+02:002010-11-07T02:21:49.951+02:00Men do- Women talkI chose this theme because I admire the way they behave in such situations. Weird huh? But they are indeed a good example for us and they don't look so terrible in the mirror. In the case of smaller conflicts, the man did not outwardly, as we do all (99%).<br /> Why do we always choose the most complicated way? I wonder if we can reschedule? because studies have shown that we have different software. We always ask for explanations... The man calms down quickly, because he is focused on things that attract attention, such as a leptop or why not a TV. But this is a very interesting explanation: a women use more left hemisphere and a men the right.<br /><br />Because of this, men react by moving in place to continue to speak like a women. When we are nervous we see only negative things, and we believe that there is no resolution,we challenge, we talk a lot. We feel the need to share everything we thought to calm down.<br />Instead man aware of what can happen after the woman made verbal challenges, and choose to leave to calm his angry. <br /><br />In the end everything is solved instead of a kiss and a quiet sleep, at least I hope so.<br />We are so different but if we know that we must think more next time!<br /><br /><br />I hope I translated good!!sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-59730140980145814982010-09-12T17:32:00.004+03:002010-09-12T18:04:50.379+03:00Iubirea trece peste tot...dar nu e oarba!Viata iti poate fi schimbata in cateva ore de oameni care nu te cunosc. Din pacate schimbarile sunt negative in mare parte. De ce?!<br /><br />E mult mai usor sa faci rau decat bine si asta poate fi observat la tot pasul. De cele mai multe ori negam faptul ca dam peste astfel de oameni, din dorinta de a fi inconjurati de momente placute. Inevitabil insa ne trezim ca facem parte dintr-un peisaj dezolant. O sceneta in urma careia, tu, un spimplu spectator, esti pur si simplu tarat sa joci. Probabil acest lucru il face pe cel ce stie piesa sa se simta puternic si important. La sfarsit iti dai seama ca tu nu vroiai sa faci parte din grupul celor de pe scena. Dar viata merge mai departe si ,'tu', cu siguranta inveti ceva din cele intamplate.<br /><br />Daca nu poti sa te feresti de aceasta etapa, poti multumi lui Dumnezeu ca nu faci parte dintre acei oameni, pentru ca tu iubesti si esti iubit.<br />Nu te abate din drumul tau!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Your life can be changed within hours by people who don't know you. Unfortunately the changes are mostly negative. Why?<br /><br />It's easier to do harm than good and that it can be seen everywhere. Most times we deny that we meet people like that,because we want to be surrounded by pleasant moments. But inevitably we find ourselves as part of a desolate landscape. A sketch after which, you, a simple bystander , are dragged to play. Perhaps this situation is the one who makes him feel powerful and important. In the end you realize that you didn't want to take part of this group . But life goes on, and 'you' certainly learned something from what happened.<br /><br />If you can not stay out of this stage, you can thank God that you are not like them because you love and you are loved.<br />Do not deviate from your way!sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-2928976688038315642010-05-27T02:45:00.013+03:002010-09-12T15:41:16.167+03:00Dream aboutI am very happy!!!!!!<br />Today I booked the flight to Bucharest. First week i have to study for exams, but after I'll be free. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_2zpRz1TWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rFyMEZpOsRY/s1600/DSC02080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_2zpRz1TWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/rFyMEZpOsRY/s640/DSC02080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475730243689205090" /></a><br />t-shirt: C&A<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_2zQDyl0aI/AAAAAAAAAho/9a1f5p-WQLc/s1600/DSC02070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_2zQDyl0aI/AAAAAAAAAho/9a1f5p-WQLc/s640/DSC02070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475729810429170082" /></a>sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-32353017949824445162010-05-26T13:54:00.004+03:002010-05-26T14:29:01.438+03:00Love awardI just got this Blog award from Ariel, thank you! This is my first one, i'm so happy! Check out her adorable blog <a href="http://arrriiell.blogspot.com ">Ariel </a>!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_z-r-ftPpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/YeF6SC2rDGM/s1600/bloglove.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_z-r-ftPpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/YeF6SC2rDGM/s400/bloglove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475531278439497362" /></a><br /><br />So the rule is that I have to pass on this award to 5 other lovely bloggers that I enjoy reading about. I have chosen the following ten to give this award to as I love their blogs:<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_z_KV1ZdVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VhSDGtv4JnM/s1600/sweetblog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_z_KV1ZdVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VhSDGtv4JnM/s400/sweetblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475531800100566354" /></a><br /><br /><a href=""> http://songofstyle.blogspot.com </a>!<br /><br /><a href=""> http://www.thehollywoodheels.com </a>!<br /><br /><a href=""> http://toniafashiontour.blogspot.com</a>!<br /><br /><a href="">http://lifestylelogan.blogspot.com </a>!<br /><br /><a href=""> http://3ate4.blogspot.com </a>!sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-74641459145988246362010-05-23T17:11:00.007+03:002010-05-25T13:20:51.525+03:0012 questions tagI was tag by <a href="http://fashionchalet.blogspot.com">Always Summer on the Inside</a>! with this 12 questions. THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME! Please check out her blog.<br /><br /><br />1.What shoe size are you?<br /> EU 37<br /><br /><br />2.Where do you work?<br />At the moment nowhere, at least not seriously but I'm waiting for an answer.<br /><br />3.Favorite piece of clothing you own<br />A few summer dresses that I have just purchased.<br /><br />4.Your favorite blog?<br />There are so many blogs that are my fav.<br /><br />5.Do you have any pets?<br />i don't unfortunately but i've had one for 10 years . <br /><br />6.How many siblings do you have?<br />One sis.<br /><br />7.If you could live anywhere where would it be? <br />Canada LOL<br /><br /><br />8.What were you doing before this?<br />I walked along the Danube river.<br /><br /><br />9.Your favorite food? <br />- french fries :)<br /><br />10.Do you have a middle name?<br />No.<br /><br /><br />11.Your favorite websites? <br />Online movies websites, youtube, etc<br /><br /><br />12.Who do you tag? <br /><br /><a href="http://allthingsmarie.blogspot.com">allthingsmarie </a>!<br /> <br /><a href="http://arrriiell.blogspot.com ">Ariel </a>! <br /><br /><a href="http://if-it-comes-in-pink.blogspot.com "> if-it-comes-in-pink</a>! <br /><br /><a href="http://whatmimiwrites.blogspot.com ">whatmimiwrites </a>! <br /> <br /> <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://fashionwhofashion.blogspot.com"> fashionwhofashion </a>! <br /><br /><a href="http://www.dulcecandy.com">dulcecandy </a>! <br /><br /><a href="http://whatshappeninginmyfashionworld.blogspot.com"> whatshappeninginmyfashionworld</a>! <br /><br /><a href="http://fashionhippieloves.blogspot.com">fashionhippieloves </a>! <br /><br /><br />i hope that tomorrow i will have more time to continue what i started...have a nice day!!!<br /><br />I want to show you something that i like very much. This golden-cream blouse that has a simple cut, i love it because of the contrast between fluid material and the weight of accessories, gives a very elegant outfit.<br /> <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_lE9-fNQBI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1DiwOaYVPkM/s1600/STP62285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_lE9-fNQBI/AAAAAAAAAg4/1DiwOaYVPkM/s640/STP62285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474482653582147602" /></a>sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-25179956532874321712010-05-21T13:25:00.013+03:002010-09-12T13:09:25.394+03:00LOOK ...style 20.05.2010Yesterday i went with my boyfriend to the doctor but everything is great. So we stopped some minutes to take some pictures. Rain seems to not give us peace, so we must handle with it. Today I will try to finish my projects ... I hope to succeed even two. When i will do a break, I promise to visit blogs that are dear to me.<br />Have a nice day!<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_ZghQOdEqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/N-xI9toXWAU/s1600/DSC02008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_ZghQOdEqI/AAAAAAAAAgo/N-xI9toXWAU/s640/DSC02008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473668521522959010" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_ZgM4eo-iI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PG9G1s0DRnk/s1600/DSC02010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_ZgM4eo-iI/AAAAAAAAAgg/PG9G1s0DRnk/s640/DSC02010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473668171551013410" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_Zf8aALSsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LWl0Zk56r-U/s1600/DSC02000.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S_Zf8aALSsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/LWl0Zk56r-U/s640/DSC02000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473667888492268226" /></a>sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-78656850377112313382010-05-13T13:52:00.007+03:002010-09-12T13:10:24.773+03:00Look of the dayI have figure up how can i enlarge my pictures, but i don't know if the quality is good for you guys. My boyfriend took these pictures when we were in Munchen, i hope you enjoy !<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S-vdTeiZfeI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FwNvgsxKL18/s1600/DSC01627.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 405px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S-vdTeiZfeI/AAAAAAAAAdA/FwNvgsxKL18/s640/DSC01627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470709499056192994" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S-vcO1ERwZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dSSSA1pwgbo/s1600/DSC01633.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 405px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S-vcO1ERwZI/AAAAAAAAAc4/dSSSA1pwgbo/s640/DSC01633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470708319692898706" /></a>sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-82892144158928802572010-05-08T19:46:00.006+03:002010-09-12T16:55:07.716+03:00Esti ceea ce ei te-au invatat sa fii. Multumeste-le!Stateam in pat cu laptopul in brate si ma gandeam cu drag la clipele frumoase petrecute acasa - langa ei. Parca fiecare amintire isi cerea dreptul de a se renaste iar pentru asta vreau sa le MULTUMESC lor - PARINTILOR MEI . <br /><br />Nici nu realizam cum zboara timpul, realizam doar faptul ca avem ce privii in urma noastra.<br /><br />Copilaria mereu va ramane vie in sufletul nostru dar asta datorita lor. Ne-au invatat sa iubim, sa ne bucuram, sa radem, lucruri de care nu ma pot lipsi nici acum.<br />Vreau sa le multumesc pentru TOT. Mereu au fost langa mine cu cele mai frumoase cuvinte dar si cu cele mai profunde sentimente. Datorita lor sunt azi omul pe care il vedeti.<br /><br />Cele mai de pret invataturi au pornit de la acesti oameni minunati, datorita lor pana acum drumul meu nu a fost intortocheat. Sfaturile pentru viata au fost multe, si aproape toate mi-au ramas intiparite in minte.<br /><br /> 'Invata din experientele altora si nu astepta sa ti se intample si tie' - e cel care m-a ferit de multe greseli. <br /><br />Le multumesc pentru faptul ca au shtiu sa fie parinti. Acest job unde timpul nu e limitat, unde nimeni nu iti preda ce sa faci, cel mai frumos job in care trebuie sa te implici 100%. Atunci cand esti iubit, simti, si sentimentul e reciproc...de aceea ma gandesc oriunde as fi la ei.<br /><br />I. Iubirea e cea care mentine unitate in viata. <br /><br />Dar sa stii sa o impartasesti celorlalti.<br /> <br />II.Comunicarea este cheia ce deschide drumul catre iubire.<br /><br />Familia este un exemplu de iubire pentru mine. Le multumesc pentru ca m-au invatat adevaratele valori morale.sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-83029299992515035532010-04-23T22:39:00.006+03:002010-09-09T14:00:27.789+03:00Why do men cheat?When you want to stay out of certain situations is better to know what you have to do. But let me begin with the meaning of the word "infidelity." For some girls , even if her boyfriend looks at another woman is a beginning of infidelity, but for others, only when it comes the word 'sex with other woman'.<br />Man cheat because they can but let's see if for this inconvenience for us we can see the changes before is to late.<br /><br />Men are born hunters, they want to win. If you know how to keep his attention on this race he definitely will just look elsewhere.<br /><br /><strong>WHAT DO WE HAVE TO LEARN ?</strong><br />When we talk about a relationship we have to realize that there are two people from different backgrounds that requires constant readjustment. The two partners are changing, but not in the same direction because of certain variables. You must pay attention to how your partner evolves to understand him and offer what what he needs - whether it is a certain kind of communication about sex or gestures of tendernesssibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-37334641256659444872010-04-12T13:50:00.004+03:002010-09-09T13:54:34.783+03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/TIi83zlVQdI/AAAAAAAAArU/uWon6kQ-15g/s1600/004d.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/TIi83zlVQdI/AAAAAAAAArU/uWon6kQ-15g/s400/004d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514865410640789970" /></a><br /><br />To smile more maybe we need to look for reasons, and they are thousands every day but we ignore them, we are too blind to see them ... Give smiles, because you don't pay for a smile but it worth more. A great writer said, "Smile always, you never know who will fall in love with your smile:) G.J.G. Marquezsibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-76397387562492557312010-04-09T16:54:00.012+03:002010-09-18T12:54:43.288+03:00Listen2U - Asculta-te!!Viata, este ceea ce El ne-a daruit. Nu noi ne-am ales cand si unde sa ne nastem, dar noi singuri ne alegem drumul. De cele mai multe ori vinovati sunt altii pentru ceea ce suntem, pentru felul cum ne comportam in societate, pentru ceea ce ni se intampla.<br />Asta crede majoritatea, pentru simplu fapt ca e mai usor sa nu faci nimic pentru a imbunatati situatia. <br /><br /> De ce trebuie sa traim intr-o lume creata de cei din jurul nostru? De ce nu vrei sa faci nimic pentru tine? De ce nu vrei sa simti ca traiesti? <br /> Raspunsul: comoditatea.<br /><br /> Nu vrei sa fii altfel pentru ca atunci societatea te va pune la zid, iar tie iti este frica de ceea ce altii au de spus. Tu singur poti reusi sa fii cine iti doresti. Ai incredere in tine si nu uita ca teama de ceilalti te poate ajuta sa actionezi. Totul depinde de tine, de ceea ce tu vrei. <br />Eu sper insa ca lucrurile se vor schimba datorita faptului ca iti vei cauta singur imprejurarile favorabile in viata. In viata nu trebuie sa te cauti ci trebuie sa te creezi. <br /><br />Cel mai important pas pentru a fi TU este sa sti cine esti si acest lucru se poate numai daca iti acorzi timp pentru a te analiza. Iti cunosti limitele? Ti-ai stabilit principiile si valorile in care crezi? <br />Indrazneste sa spui cu voce tare cine esti, exteriorizeaza-te fara sa iti pese, bucuria sa fie elementul principal dupa care te ghidezi, iubirea sa iti umple sufletul de multumiri, fa ceea ce simti, elibereaza-te de constrangeri, mai da o sansa celor care nu merita... gandeste pozitiv...fii TU.<br /><br /><br /><object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/sb2YOg_dkQM/hqdefault.jpg)" width="500" height="450"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb2YOg_dkQM?fs=1&hl=de_DE"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb2YOg_dkQM?fs=1&hl=de_DE" width="550" height="450" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />Life is what HE gave us. We have no choice when and where we are born, but we choose our own path. Mostly we blame others for what we are, for how we behave in society, what happens to us...<br />Believe that most, for the simple fact that it's easier to do nothing to improve the situation.<br /><br />Have faith in yourself and remember that fear can help you to act. Everything depends on you, what you want.<br /><br />Dare to be who you really are! Dare to follow your dreams and trust level of certainty! Dare to Love! Dare to love yourself! Dare to face the greatest fear you! Dare to do new things! Dare to leave the comfort zone! Dare to enjoy every minute!<br /><br />Dare to say what you feel! Dare to do what you feel, regardless of what people think! Dare to stop worrying! Dare to be happy! Dare to let yourself be guided by God in you for what you do in this life! Just dare!sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-62169842679905256752010-04-07T17:05:00.005+03:002010-09-12T15:53:42.746+03:00Secretele vietiiLucrurile in viata par usoare la inceput cand toata lumea e a noastra cel putin teoretic, dar ... totul e in continua miscare.<br />De aceea vreau sa iti vorbesc despre ceea ce ne inconjoara, despre mine, despre tine, despre noi. Aceste randuri se vor naste in urma unor intrebari pe care poate mi le-am pus eu , dar nu numai. Nesiguranta mea, nesiguranta ta, ne aduc mai aproape, ne fac sa devenim cele mai bune prietene. Vom impartasii atat lucrurile banale cat si importante, intr-un cuvant vom vorbi despre viata.sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-46585106591989118712010-04-03T20:45:00.004+03:002010-04-03T21:03:58.426+03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S7eCk7aTCoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wkrUl711FOo/s1600/DSC01119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S7eCk7aTCoI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wkrUl711FOo/s400/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455973044517538434" /></a><br /><br /> <br />In Germany if you have a job from 8 a.m to 20.00 p.m you will see that no store is opened to buy anything. Sunday is even worse, because is nothing open. Stores are simply not open when you need them most.<br />But Germans haven't discovered the joys of Saturday night shoe-shopping or the emergency for something sweet at mid-night. That's so sad!<br />The good part is that they have a lot of restaurants, imbiss, and bars. We tried a THAI imbiss(fried rice with chicken and vegetables).mmmmm lecker!!!<br />Then we met with our friend Daniel and we went to watch a film together. I've got photos from his home.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S7eCbfvfBiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y9IIfPjdmGk/s1600/DSC01089tv.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S7eCbfvfBiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Y9IIfPjdmGk/s400/DSC01089tv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455972882471388706" /></a>sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-55965035518306611442010-04-02T13:04:00.003+03:002010-04-09T22:40:47.126+03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S7XB6N4Gs9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/RUG-B0WVkWU/s1600/STP62218.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S7XB6N4Gs9I/AAAAAAAAAIU/RUG-B0WVkWU/s400/STP62218.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455479729530778578" /></a><br />Of course, proper application is crucial when applying red lipstick. The first essential rule? First you must outline your lips with a pencil that is a natural color of your lips,because gives you more precision in applying lipstick and prevents stretching. To enjoy it as much color can add a layer of powder. Free powder firmly to red pigment. <br />Considered by excellent color of passion and seduction, you can have a lot of red shades. In conclusion, using as little eye shadow. One layer of mascara and apply a fine eye pencil is all you need. Blush's need to be more discreet. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S7XKLiAhb_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/STfWIW-tHwM/s1600/STP62215t.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S7XKLiAhb_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/STfWIW-tHwM/s400/STP62215t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455488823085592562" /></a><br />Because red lipstick is a classic cliché of seduction and fashion should be as simple and elegant. Red works best with monochrome clothes: black, white or red. Red lipstick is not good with skirts too short. The idea is to look elegant not cheap.sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-81337664737959480292010-04-01T13:20:00.005+03:002010-04-14T13:58:13.698+03:00Life is the most complicated phenomena on earth, it's important to respect, understand and love the man beside you, howsoever it. I always pay attention to PEOPLE AROUND ME, those who deserve and those who have not deserved, I gave them a chance.<br />We are all difficult but we must try to understand each other. We have so many defects that we are trying to cover them or turn them into attributes. Always try to see with your heart and enjoy every moment ... I love to make people smile, I love to laugh and to enjoy life as a kid.sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-44103573852894012602010-03-17T01:29:00.001+02:002010-04-09T22:39:53.168+03:00Eleven minutes<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S6AVBHth9mI/AAAAAAAAACo/gLEhJz9K1dM/s1600-h/lwu4_Y_igBEMJ9rHFM9eoA.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S6AVBHth9mI/AAAAAAAAACo/gLEhJz9K1dM/s320/lwu4_Y_igBEMJ9rHFM9eoA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449378658112370274" /></a><br />I finished reading the second book of Paulo Coehlo, i was amazed because i never thought that this book will deal with such a freedom about life and sex. ELEVEN MINUTES is another journey to self knowledge. The main character is a guide that answers questions by his feelings that have troubled us over a certain period. Eleven minutes is an erotic book that deals with issues about sex and sexuality. If you want to understand more about sex in the context of love, without entering the pitfalls of life you have to read this book. You know even then, what to expect.sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-62139324431401297382010-03-16T11:25:00.000+02:002010-03-23T16:51:15.035+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S59kStf8lII/AAAAAAAAACY/1s70stnY6WI/s1600-h/rachel-mcadams.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S59kStf8lII/AAAAAAAAACY/1s70stnY6WI/s200/rachel-mcadams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449184346755601538" /></a><br />A confession – it's been stalking me for years now, this crawling disdain for fashion; the certainty that it is not an ally but an enemy. The older I am, the more disenchanted I am with what is meant to make us beautiful. Now, at 36, I believe it is one of the ultimate evils in the universe, along with yoghurt. It should have its own Death Star.<br /><br />Put simply, I hate fashion. I scowl at Harper's. I snarl at W. I spit at Vogue. Sometimes, I tear them up, these glossy pages full of anorexic children – part human, part makeup, part computer program – just because I'm worth it. Then I put a colander on my head.<br /><br />You may say that I am bitter. How is my sex life, you ask? Do men flee my fashion-free person? What is my weight? What has happened to make me reject the things we women are supposed to hug – wedges, fringes, shifts, tassels, linings, bows? And don't forget shoes! Surely I love shoes, the icons that Carrie Bradshaw worshipped instead of a god? No? I must be ill. Weep for me in my giant knickers. I am outcast.<br /><br />Not at all. I am a reasonable example of a normal woman. I like food and men and comfort. It is just that at some point, the unceasing prattle of fashion has become a scream in my head. I cannot ignore its idiocies any more. I walk past a shop that sells 6in heels and I am angry. Banana Republic? Angry again. Selfridges and its loathsome "I shop therefore I am" adverts, a manifesto for morons? Don't even go there. I have had it with this tyrant-fool throwing darts from every billboard and magazine and TV screen. I want to hurl a spear back at it.<br /><br />I decided to write this piece late last year, when I read that a 16-year-old girl wearing high-heeled shoes had fallen between the carriages of a train in West Sussex. She died, of course. It was snowing that night, but still this young woman, with a lifetime of fashion choices before her, ran along that platform and is now dead. And I couldn't help suspecting that had she been wearing a shoe designed for movement, rather than to push her breasts out and her pelvis forward, she would be alive.<br /><br />This was different from the usual Fashion Death, where a model has a heart attack on the catwalk, because she lives on grapes. This was an ordinary girl – a bystander. And why was she wearing high-heeled shoes on an icy night? Because fashion, the whispering monster, told her to.<br /><br />I thought about that young woman for days; I couldn't forget her. Why? Because I realised that although I did not fall under a train, like Anna Karenina with a shoe instead of Vronsky, fashion has bullied me for ever. It has followed me around like an eternal schoolyard taunt, throwing self-doubt and rubbish into my path. If you are a young woman, it is the ordinary soundtrack to your life. It is never enough to wear a clean dress and comfortable shoes and be done – fashion is a Jewish mother on crack. This will make you beautiful! This will make men want you! Wear this! Wear that!<br /><br />Can't you ignore it, you may ask? Can't you squeeze yourself into a library and have an inner life instead? Ha! Anyone who thinks that has never been a young woman staring into the window of Topshop. Sophisticated weapons are employed to make us need the rubbish. And so we do.<br /><br />I discovered fashion when I was 13. Before that I dressed as Andy Pandy and was very happy. No one sticks Andy Pandy in 6in heels to emphasise the sexual organs he doesn't have. I remember those Saturday morning shopping trips very well. I can't remember exactly how I knew what I was supposed to be wearing. You breathe it in, like air.<br /><br />And so I dressed, like all schoolgirls in 1987, in approximate homage to the cast of Neighbours. How wonderful I looked, I imagined – jeans, black polo neck, boots and a pair of red Noddy braces that I wore inside my breasts. (No one is infallible.) How I enchanted. How I belonged. I thought I looked just like the effortlessly beautiful girls at school. Except I didn't. And, very soon, I realised that I didn't. All that weekend job money and childish angst and still I looked like me. That was the first seduction – and the first betrayal.<br /><br />I didn't give in. Who does? So I spent years buying junk – what else was money for? To make me secure? No. How much more feminine to be insecure. Run towards the ever-receding sense of self-acceptance and the promise of love; perhaps this collection will fix you! Or this one! And if it doesn't, there will be two more next year, like a bad clock. And always, because designers produce just one tiny dress for all the advertising campaigns and magazine editorials, because improbable slimness is a mirage most women can only weep (and shop) for, came the continual, wicked message – too fat.<br /><br />But the seduction continued. I worked for a tabloid newspaper for a few years and I earned a lot of money. I used to wander around Harvey Nichols, particularly on weekdays when I was at a loss for anything to do – up and down, up and down, an insect with broken antennae. The first thing I noticed was how miserable all the shoppers looked, pale and shrivelled, as if they had been unplugged from something and were desperately trying to plug themselves back in – to a shoe perhaps, or a strange piece of jewellery. I don't think I ever saw anyone laugh in Harvey Nichols. White and windowless, it smelled only of anxiety.<br /><br />I also noticed how easy it was to buy a dress, and a bag and then perhaps some stupid, unnatural shoes and feel a kind of brief, bright burst of self-acceptance, which always evaporated as soon as I was home. It withered like a smouldering feather in an ashtray. The goods lay unwrapped on my ordinary bed. They looked odd there. They didn't fit. The marketing doesn't follow you home. When the stiff bag with the ribbon is thrown away, you are left with just an ugly piece of leather – and yourself.<br /><br />Fashion can't, I now know, make even itself happy. I met a 16-year-old model once, in the offices of her agency. I was supposed to interview her, but my newspaper thought her comments were too depressing, so didn't publish them. The dream didn't fit her either. The doll was broken.<br /><br />She was a sweet, utterly ordinary girl with an astonishing face. She exuded gloom. She showed me a photograph of herself. It had appeared on the cover of Vogue. "I don't think it looks like me at all," she said. She was right. It didn't. It was a non-existent woman.<br /><br />She described how they had attached long strands of hair to her eyelashes for the photograph. "It was really painful," she said. "They said 'Don't blink'. But I need to blink." In another photograph, she had to wear a sort of white harness on her head. "I couldn't hear," she said. Because her minder had disappeared, I asked her – do you like any of these pictures? "No," she said. Do you think you are beautiful? (Just a hunch.) Again – "no". And then I knew – it is worse for them than it is for us. I only have to compare myself with the nearest angry writer. Models compete with Aphrodite.<br /><br />The oddest thing rescued me from fashion. It was that I got fat. Never mind why; that is a story for another page. But I got so fat that even fashion wouldn't pretend it could fix me. You can get so fat they don't actually want you in their clothes. It is bad marketing; if very fat people wear their clothes, thinner people won't buy them. There was no point rattling through the rails any more, seeking a satin redemption – nothing would fit my unfashionable bulk. I was consigned to M&S smock-land, across the River Styx. And it is lovely here; no heels, no stupid dresses-of-the-moment, certainly no thongs. Fashion has died for me, with an angry little hiss. Ah, peace.<br /><br />I can look at the clothes on the catwalk now and laugh at their imbecility. They are not for me. I still think about that young woman on the train tracks, though. What did she pay for her shoes?<br /><br />THIS ARTICLE WAS WROTE BY TANYA GOLD IN THE GUARDIAN.<br /><br />It is a very interesting article which highlights the effects on teenagers. First do not wear heels when you go by train or when you go with your mother in the market. My opinion is that you should not get these things to generalized fashion, much less throwing stones at those who work like us. Increasingly more people are attracted to this beautiful world. But each individual has his own principles that are guiding.<br /><br />I can 't say I 'm a person who lives for fashion, but if fashion had not existed, We would be Naked.<br />what role fashion plays in your life???sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8871283321195234981.post-39303382287821436442010-03-16T09:12:00.002+02:002010-09-12T12:28:40.889+03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S58yUujJZpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/avTgVZtKKoQ/s1600-h/lwu4_Y_igBEMJ9rHFM9eoA.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449129405815809682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AcQYvik9ChM/S58yUujJZpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/avTgVZtKKoQ/s320/lwu4_Y_igBEMJ9rHFM9eoA.jpg" /></a><br />Life is full of surprises and we like to search diferent ways to see what is it in the future. We want to know more and more about what makes our life better, because of that we choose to believe: in dreams, signs, like Santiago, from the book Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo. I won’t tell you the story …you have to read it to discover yourself. You have to know that simple things are the most valuable and only wise people appreciate them.This book was a nice journey that inspired me to think more about life and what we can get if we realy want to. I have to admit that it is a motivational novel, something special and once you start reading you never feel like leaving it. Magic!sibellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07152827702701163694noreply@blogger.com