mercredi 5 décembre 2007

Ludacris ft Mary J Blige - Runaway Love

Yeah and it goes a little something like this
Runaway love
[Verse 1 - Ludacris]
Now little lisa is only 9 years old
Shes tryin to figure out why the world is so cold
Why shes all alone and they never met her family
Mamas always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missin and nobody will listenin
Mama's on drugs gettin high up in the kitchen
Bringin home men at different hours of the night
Startin with some laughs--usually endin in a fight
Sneak into her room while her mamas knocked out
Tryin to have his way and little lisa says 'ouch'
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her
Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Little nicole is only 10 years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
Why shes not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she makin up excuses
Bleedin on the inside, cryin on the out
Its only one girl really knows what she about
Her name is little stacy and they become friends
Promise that they always be tight til the end
Until one day little stacy gets shot
A drive by bullet went straight up on her block
Now nicole stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but some get her clothes and pack
She says shes bout to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway love [x8]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]
Little erica is eleven years old
Shes steady tryin to figure why the world is so cold
So she pops X to get rid of all the pain
Cause shes havin sex with a boy whos sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks shes in love
So theres no protection hes usin no glove
Never thinkin bout the consequences of her actions
Livin for today and not tomorrows satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he aint ready for a kid
Knowin her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Erica is stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that hell is a place called home
Nothin else to do but get her clothes and pack
She say shes about to run away and never come back.

[Hook - Mary J. Blige]
Runaway Love(runaway) Runaway Love(runaway love babe)
Runaway Love(don't keep runin girl) Runaway Love(aaaaahaah)
Runaway Love(runaway, runaway) Runaway Love(runaway, runaway)
Runaway Love(runnin, runin, runin,runin) Runaway Love(aaaaaaahhh runin)
Runaway Love, Runaway love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love

Don't you keep on runnin away
Don't you keep on runnin away
I know how you feel
I`ve been there
I was runnin away too
I will run away with you
I will run away with you
Runnin runnin runnin away love

run away run away love
dont keep runin away
i'll run away with you
if you want me too
La Ahhh..

Yeah, I can only imagine what you're going through, ladies
Sometimes I feel like running away myself
So do me a favor right now and close your eyes
And picture us running away together and
When we come back everything is gonna be OK

(whisper) Open your eyes...

samedi 17 novembre 2007


Timp de 1h juma am vorbit cu ploaia,ne-am plimbat impreuna de la Parcul Carol pana in Crangasi. O plimbare care imi lipsise de mult. Nu a fost tocmai calda....dar pe parcurs s-a "imblazit" In timpul acestei mici aventuri, am realizat ca oamenii s-au obisnuit cu monotonia trist acest lucru....
Unirii - Universitate, aceleasi lucruri zilnice, fara nici o schimbare...
Str. Ion Campineanu, strada pe care am locuit si eu candva, erau aceleasi fetze pe care le vedeam cand mergeam in spre liceu, facand acelasi lucru: batranica de la "exchange" cersiind, tipul care se ocupa cu parcarea din zona, aceeasi pozitie privind masinile cu o anume nervozitate...
Str. Stirbei Voda, pfffff....strada strazilor Coloana de masini pana la Eroilor. Eu, cu zambetul pe buze, ma uitam la masini, si observam cat de reci sunt unii oameni cu ei insasi.....Da, inteleg, esti blocat in trafic, nervos..etc, dar ce daca esti blocat in`h, fiind sofer ar trebui sa fii obisnuit cu asta, nu?!....Soooo...put some music....u have a fuckin`life to live, smile.....don`t be a jackass with u r own pers......It` was a rainy day..... La un moment dat, o tanti s-a uitat la je cu o "mila" (daca ii pot spune asa), pe fata ei se putea citi: "nici umbrela nu are.....saraca este uda toata" ......Hey ladie, I don`t give a fuck....I LOVE RAINY DAYS ...dar dupa cum stim cu totii, oamenii trag concluzii de nebuni, fara a analiza situatia
Str. Virgiliu, strada pe care niciodata nu vizitat-o ( pe langa multe altele ), frate, chill rau aceasta strada......singurul lucru care mi-a atras atentia in acest loc a fost un cabinet stomatologic (particular, bineinteles), al doctorului Grigoras Cerasela :)) cum frate sa ai astfel de nume? Cand suna un pacient, nestiind doctorul, cum intreaba? "Cu dl. sau cu dna" ? GEEZZZZZ....unii nasi exagereaza ( noroc ca nu se mai procedeaza asa in zilele noastra )
Calea Plevnei, nu zic nimic Stim cu totii ce injuraturi se folosesc la intersectiile din Calea Plevnei
Anywayzzzz, cea mai tare parte din aceasta mini aventura a fost faptul k am vazut monumentul aflat in Parcul Carol si "lumina" mereu aprinsa ostasului necunoscut ( La Roumanie est une "maravigliosa creatura"....but pity ke c propre enfants o murdaresc), si faptul k "j`ai fait l`amoure avec the rain" Stiu, exagerez cu aceasta fraza...IT`S JUST UNE EXPRESSION ....dar pur si simplu J`AIME THE RAIN .....mi-a mangaiat obrajii, mi-a spalat creierul plin de ganduri, my heart breack, n`est plus break, ea is again just un coeur, still amoureus, mais not break....Vous savais cq I mean, nu?! [m-a ajutat sa fac "ordine" in ea]

Je s8 rentre home....uuufaaaaa [hihi], m-am uscat, si m-am pus la pc..chaaaaaatiiiiiin` bro`
***Bucharest est tres short , I made just o ora & a half din Carol jusqu`a Crangasi***

J8 crazy...stiu .....but vous tous love me ...nooot

My favourite movies

Yeah, seulement the romantics one, mais vous savais koi?!...shit happens

"Love and Basketball" - Don`t know the name of this song

"The Notebook" - Miss Me Baby

"Something New" - Kissing You

"One Tree Hill" ( Nathan & Haley ) - I Wanna Be The Rain

"If Only" - Take My Heart Back

"10 Things I Hate About You" - Can't take my eyes off you

"Raise Your Voice" - Someones Watching Over Me

"A Time For Dancing" - ~~~a life of great promise, a friendship put to the test, one last chance of greatness~~~
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jeudi 15 novembre 2007


Barbatul si femeia - Victor Hugo

"Barbatul este cea mai elevata dintre creaturi.
Femeia este cel mai sublim ideal.
Dumnezeu a facut pentru barbat un tron, pentru femeie un altar.
Tronul exalta, altarul sfinteste.
Barbatul este creierul, femeia este inima.
Creierul primeste lumina, inima primeste iubire.
Lumina fecundeaza, iubirea reinvie.
Barbatul este puternic prin ratiune, femeia este invincibila prin lacrimi.
Ratiunea convinge, lacrimile induioseaza sufletul.
Barbatul este capabil de eroism, femeia - de orice sacrificiu.
Eroismul innobileaza, sacrificiul aduce sublimul.
Barbatul are suprematia, femeia are intuitia.Suprematia semnifica forta, intuitia reprezinta dreptatea.
Barbatul este un geniu, femeia este un inger.
Geniul este incomensurabil, ingerul este inefabil.
Aspiratia barbatului este catre gloria suprema, aspiratia femei este indreptata catre virtutea desavarsita.
Gloria face totul maret, virtutea face totul divin.
Barbatul este un cod, femeia este evanghelia.
Codul corijeaza, evanghelia ne face perfecti.
Barbatul gandeste, femeia intuieste.
A gandi inseamna a avea creier superior.
A intui, simtind inseamna a avea in frunte o aureola.
Barbatul este un ocean, femeia este un lac.
Oceanul are o perla care il impodobeste, lacul, poezia care-l lumineaza.
Barbatul este un vultur care zboara, femeia - o privighetoare ce canta.
A zbura inseamna a domina spatiul, a canta inseamna a cuceri sufletul.
Barbatul este un templu, femeia este sanctuarul.
In fata templului ne descoperim, in fata sanctuarului ingenunchem.
Barbatul este plasat acolo unde se sfarseste pamantul, femeia acolo unde incepe cerul"

o poezie cu exagerari....dar citand-o "printre randuri" observam ca ele sunt gasit-o pe un nah....copy/past....

mercredi 14 novembre 2007

dance avec les nuages croyais que c'etait la plus belle chose du monde....

Quand une porte se ferme...une autre se ouvre...mais on regarde la porte fermee assez souvent qu`on oublie de celle ouverte.....

je savais pas que c`est dur a aimer et a oublie plus dur que ca....

mercredi 8 août 2007

A past

this song reminds me a part of my past.....special & beautiful, miss a lot those moments... :"> [hihi]

uuulalalaaa I`ve got a blog c Sandrine, j s8 nee au Congo Brazza( & j s8 fier de c )
j s8 le "calme plat", j`ai lu une foi qlq part q j s8 "la force tranquille incarnee" ....
J s8 timide, tres timide
J rever a 1 foyer calm, heureux, plein d`amoure, avec 2 enfants
La patience est mon atout maitre...mais pas tout le temps j`aime beaucoup la natura
Je s8 amoureuse d`1 ga ki ma dit 1e foi: "Sandrine, comment j peu faire le point de depart ratais d`avoire un jolie final ki sera le point de depart" ......j peu pas oublie c mots.....mais s sont seulment ds mots vie continuu
tu veux savoir plu d moi?! "read me" et tu trouveras tou c q tu veu