marți, 9 decembrie 2008

concurs - need your opinions

Deci neata pt mine, pt voi, pt vecinii mei, pt catelul din curte( ca doar unu mai am), pt radioul meu preferat europa fm:)) si tot asa..:)) vereee pentru mine..un artist..inseamna talent cu caru', nebunie, seriozitate, profesionim, si in ceea ce priveste imaginea unei persoane, daca nu e construita pe ceva solid, se va sparge mai un balon..Fiecare isi promoveaza imaginea cum gandeste..Ma uit la tv si vad multe proaste cu fuste pana la nu stiu decat sa danseze si dc sunt mai multe scandaluri- acolo e locul le ce vrei vere scandal? de ce se difuzeaza prostia la televizor? de ce scandalurile sunt mult mai importante? nici eu n-am fost cine stie ce finete la tv-u..dar..e cunosc, si stiu ce pot, cat pot! Puteti castiga O BERE STEJAR , (DACA ESTI DIN CRAIOVA- ) daca esti din alta parte..iti dau un.. scoci:) CEL MAI FRUMOS RASPUNS VA FI PREMIAT! SI INTREBAREA E:

Un comentariu:

nelly spunea...

artist? este ce ai spus tu si ink putin pe atat. munca, respect , seriozitate , bun simt, coloana lista poate sa continue... important e sa te simti bine cu ceea ce esti, si dak iese ceva din asta e super bine. e important sa ai un vis , si sa faci in asa fel incat visul tau sa se indeplineasca orice are fi. e important k atunci knd esti tu cu tine , aksa, in cutiuta ta, si iti dai masca sociala jos , sa nu te sperii. e important sa fii om, merita sa citesti "if" Rudyard Kipling aqlo vei gasi raspunsuri : [IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!