<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933</id><updated>2011-11-28T02:23:22.494+02:00</updated><category term='recenzie'/><category term='lady hawke'/><category term='somewhere over the rainbow'/><category term='MJ'/><category term='dorothy'/><category term='Woman'/><category term='ke$ha'/><category term='killer'/><category term='Norman'/><category term='Axl Rose'/><category term='Edward Norton'/><category term='for a special person'/><category term='Guns N&apos; Roses'/><category term='kesha'/><category term='Scent'/><category term='k$'/><category term='Psycho'/><category term='Fight Club'/><category term='judy garland'/><category term='Chuck Palahniuk'/><category term='Paris'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Brad Pitt'/><category term='Oscar'/><category term='Slash'/><category term='Al Pacino'/><category term='the wizard of oz'/><category term='gossipgirl'/><category term='ruby slippers'/><category term='Hitchcock'/><title type='text'>Dorothy Hollins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-3108084561004818251</id><published>2010-08-12T16:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T16:29:20.409+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judy garland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wizard of oz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dorothy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruby slippers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somewhere over the rainbow'/><title type='text'>Somewhere over the rainbow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Howdy, readers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, Google managed to wake up the movie aficionado in me! You all know the movie 'The Wizard of Oz', unless you have been living under a rock for the last 71 years. Yes, that's right, 71 years have passed since Dorothy (Gale, not Hollins) and Toto left Kansas behind and began their magical journey over the rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember that when I was little, after the cartoons programme ended, you could see old movies without subtitles. That was the first time I saw 'The Wizard of Oz'. And I was five years old and did not understand a single word, but I was fascinated by the splendid scenery, the songs and the costumes. I wanted Dorothy's ruby slippers so bad that even now, when I wear red flats, I think about them. Or maybe I still am the little girl from years ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I hope this post will make you remember the movie, as well as your childhood, and if you have not seen it yet, this might be the perfect moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="292" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHenJZIDpG4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHenJZIDpG4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="292"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-3108084561004818251?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3108084561004818251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/08/somewhere-over-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/3108084561004818251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/3108084561004818251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/08/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='Somewhere over the rainbow...'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-8732934249602649919</id><published>2010-05-14T13:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:20:32.422+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Teshop or The Tale of Past Splendour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S-0iNt6ZVAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/srC2Kq7tDWg/s1600/sibiu+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S-0iNt6ZVAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/srC2Kq7tDWg/s320/sibiu+2.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of Death I fear no evil, for my name is Laura. I was born in 1927.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am in a teashop on Pebble Street. I have chosen a table for two from which I can see anyone who enters but I cannot immediately be seen myself and I have hung my coat over the opposite chair, as if my companion has just left it there and will soon be back.&lt;br /&gt;It is a bright May afternoon, but I cannot find myself enjoying the weather. The teashop is rapidly filling with customers or people who have nowhere in particular to go. We are all lost. If someone had told me, I would have not believed it. A week without strafes and a sunny afternoon has made these people forget all the things we have passed through. Or maybe they are just trying to ignore this undoing, to live their day. Their last day, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette smokes and faded words drift across the nearby tables. In this phony state of peace, few people seem to be realizing the state we are in. You know, it did not used to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when we were all pure, when we did not know what war meant. Now all I see is ruins, dust and broil. The teashop is now a mixture of past splendour and wartime shabbiness. Scratched parquet, faded wallpaper and a white paint that has aged to a lusterless cream. Once the epitome of gracious middle-class breakfasting, it was now noisy and crowded. &lt;br /&gt;Looking back on those years, years of childhood, years of first coquetries and first-lovers, I have the impression that they were just the product of my imagination, that none of those blissful moments has ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;How could I have guessed that today, the 31st of May I will be sitting on this rusty chair, writing probably my last pages into the crumpled notebook that I keep for a diary? But I leave these words as a testimony that I, Laura, 18 years old, am not afraid of what is to come and I am content with all the trials &lt;i&gt;LIFE&lt;/i&gt; has had for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-8732934249602649919?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8732934249602649919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/05/teshop-or-tale-of-past-splendour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/8732934249602649919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/8732934249602649919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/05/teshop-or-tale-of-past-splendour.html' title='The Teshop or The Tale of Past Splendour'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S-0iNt6ZVAI/AAAAAAAAAR8/srC2Kq7tDWg/s72-c/sibiu+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-5725884388151328139</id><published>2010-04-29T11:03:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:01:48.617+03:00</updated><title type='text'>'Inglourious Basterds' Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S9k9EfvPMhI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KSr2gNVBqvM/s1600/inglorious-basterds-international_600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S9k9EfvPMhI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KSr2gNVBqvM/s320/inglorious-basterds-international_600.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sound good?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Those are Lt. Aldo Raine's words, from the new Tarantino blockbuster, ‘Inglourious Basterds’, an audacious ‘fantasy story’ about the World War II, where the Jews come out on top. And by the way, I did not misspell the title. That’s a deliberate error coming from Quentin Tarantino himself, as a first sign of what we are going to see in those 153 minutes: a lot of good acting, humor and distorted history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;You would think that the war subject doesn’t let you so many choices with the plot. But the wonder-child of Hollywood wants us to see something different from all the cliché movies that involve the Holocaust. So he defies history. The movie is divided into five chapters, each one with its own heading and follows two stories that are brought together at the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;In the opening chapter, we are introduced to Shosanna Dreyfus (Melanie Laurent), a French Jew girl, who escaped the massacre of her family, and will appear after three years under an assumed name, as the owner of a movie theatre from Paris. When she finds out that an important movie premiere will take place at her theatre, Shoshanna sees a way to turn the even into a conflagration, which will be very easy, seeing that on those times, the films were made from nitrate, which is highly flammable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The other story follows the adventures of the afore-mentioned Lt. Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt) and his group of American ‘Basterds’, whose only goal was to kill Nazis. The ‘Basterds’ were specialized in scalping The Nazis and carving swastikas into their foreheads, so that they would never forget who they were and what they did. Later in the movie, the infamous group is charged to blow up a theater that would be brimful of Nazis and kill as many of Hitler's top men as possible. And of course, the theater in question is the one owned by Shosanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie ends with bloodshed, revenge, Nazis scalps, dead people and a murdered Hitler. Watching ‘Inglourious Basterds’ will make you understand that the movie is not about sacrifice, but about the bloody, the dirty side of the war. You will hear a lot of dark humor, along with violence and the foot-fetish, which will corroborate that the movie is 100% a Tarantino one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;I could not end this review without mentioning the marvelous acting of Christoph Waltz as the Nazi "Jew Hunter" Col. Hans Landa, who is the most charismatic character in the movie. He is so twisted and despicable and with so many great lines, that’s impossible not to like him. Great acting and character contouring from Brad Pitt - with his Southern twang, as well as Melanie Laurent and Diane Kruger, both in roles of femme-fatale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all, ‘Inglourious Basterds’ is another Tarantino masterpiece, a testimony that he successfully uses his skills of both writing and directing, and on which he imposes his trademarks and known quality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;So &lt;i&gt;‘That’s a Bingo!’&lt;/i&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-5725884388151328139?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/5725884388151328139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/04/inglourious-basterds-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/5725884388151328139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/5725884388151328139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/04/inglourious-basterds-review.html' title='&apos;Inglourious Basterds&apos; Review'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S9k9EfvPMhI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KSr2gNVBqvM/s72-c/inglorious-basterds-international_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-6596184921704472934</id><published>2010-04-14T20:24:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:29:19.360+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for a special person'/><title type='text'>Let the nightingale free again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S8X67sSbtWI/AAAAAAAAARk/lzbjqzWwKo0/s1600/p04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S8X67sSbtWI/AAAAAAAAARk/lzbjqzWwKo0/s320/p04.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Somebody once said that springtime is the land of awakening; that the March winds are the morning yawn. I believe that’s true. There’s nothing cozier than waking up on a spring Sunday morning, playful rays filtering through the window and resting their selves on your face. Eyelashes fluttering like the fragile wings of butterflies. Then you open your eyes - green orbits lost in café au lait – to see the spring wonderland. How can you not feel the tingles when you pass your finger pads on the tip of the blades? How can you not hear the ladybirds whispering their bliss that a new chapter has begun? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;For me, every spring is like a rebirth. Every spring I feel like a child, although I’m conscious that nothing can restore those wonderful moments of childhood, when we used to go in the park and draw little nothings on the pavement, when we used to eat pink cotton candy at the fair or dream to be Cinderella, so that we can find a Prince Charming. Not even spring can bring back the times when I was a tom-boy with scratched knees, when I would climb a tree, when I would take my mother’s wedding dress and prepare my very own ceremony without worrying about the consequences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Spring is like a natural border between the multiple phases of our existence. Every year, we claim that we are more mature. But is that really true? Do we ever detach ourselves from the world of dolls and mud pies? I know that I still haven’t. But I don’t pretend that I have. The other phase, that we tend to call maturity, is just a fake drawing, a mask, a caricature of childhood. It’s like seeing a child with a wrinkled forehead, tears pouring from his eyes and trembling bottom lip, all because someone destroyed his sand castle. Well, this sand castle represents nothing but years of spring, of living in wonderland, in a fortress. When spring is dispelled, you remain out in the storm, facing the trouble all alone, dealing with other kind of dragons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;And March…March is the moment when you make your first steps. You, like everybody else, are enthusiastic that you’ve finally made it. Slowly, you’ve reached the force to stay on your own feet and you’re proud of it. But, when you least expect it, the snow come back and you are again lost in the squall, only this time is impossible for you to get out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s good that you’ve lived your 17 years. Because time doesn’t go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-6596184921704472934?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6596184921704472934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-nightingale-free-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6596184921704472934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6596184921704472934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-nightingale-free-again.html' title='Let the nightingale free again!'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S8X67sSbtWI/AAAAAAAAARk/lzbjqzWwKo0/s72-c/p04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-6834263230187982109</id><published>2010-02-11T22:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T22:55:18.889+02:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Alexander McQueen (1969-2010) - The Pink Sheep of Fashion Has Passed Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S3RuVTQ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Bq5WkDqStyg/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S3RuVTQ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Bq5WkDqStyg/s400/alexander-mcqueen.jpg" width="397" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;First of all, I want to tell you that I am deeply sorry that this post has to be about something so devastating. I am still in shock and a part of me refuses to believe it, but it seems that the news reports are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire Fashion World is now wearing the weeds. Lee McQueen, l'enfant terrible of British fashion, as well as founder and designer of the Alexander McQueen brand has passed away this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts are with his family and friends, who must be stunned by this tragic loss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You shall never be forgotten, Mr. McQueen!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-6834263230187982109?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6834263230187982109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-alexander-mcqueen-1969-2010-pink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6834263230187982109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6834263230187982109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-alexander-mcqueen-1969-2010-pink.html' title='R.I.P. Alexander McQueen (1969-2010) - The Pink Sheep of Fashion Has Passed Away'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/S3RuVTQ_lcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Bq5WkDqStyg/s72-c/alexander-mcqueen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-6056866205856832629</id><published>2010-01-26T23:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:18:31.498+02:00</updated><title type='text'>‘Animal Farm’ – A story of corrupted power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://inspirationlab.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/shepard_fairey_george_orwell_animal_farm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://inspirationlab.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/shepard_fairey_george_orwell_animal_farm.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBiankizz%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:Georgia;	panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3;	mso-font-charset:238;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-ansi-language:EN-US;}@page Section1	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt;	margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt;	mso-header-margin:35.4pt;	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘No question now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read ‘Animal Farm’, by George Orwell, you will understand the profound meaning of these words, which can be a warning for all of us. The book can be considered just a fable, a fairytale if you want, but it has a very symbolic meaning, because it follows the things that led to a distorted form of communism. But what better words to describe the theme than the author‘s himself: ‘(...) it is the history of a revolution that went wrong’.&lt;br /&gt;‘Animal Farm’ tells the story of some animals which feel that they are abused by the farmer Mr. Jones and decide to take over the running of their master’s farm. Everything goes according to the plan until the pigs, considered the brightest animals, get out of hand and start changing the commandments. The short-novel ends with the animals being in the same despotic ruling from the beginning, only that this time the power is in the ‘hands’ of the pigs. &lt;br /&gt;Although the writing is simple and may seem unobstrusive, the mastery of Orwell lies in his capacity of presenting all the horrors of communism through satire and by conceiving a book that can be understood by both children and adults (in different ways, of course).&lt;br /&gt;In ‘Animal Farm’, George Orwell describes how power has turned the pigs from simple animals to ruthless dictators who managed to walk on two legs and carry whips. Even though the book’s strong political message is based on the Russian Revolution, you don’t need to be a genius to understand who the pig leader Napoleon was. &lt;br /&gt;A thing that should attract your attention how the ‘animals’ can be brainwashed, how the pigs can make them do and believe anything. Like in the present, the commandments can be rewritten without the animals even realizing it, because they haven’t paid so much attention to them. &lt;br /&gt;And as much as I would like to believe that this story is just about communism, I can’t ignore all the similarities to the ‘magnificent’ democracy, which has proved to be worse than communism itself. At least then, the ‘pigs’ had the courage to say the truth in your face. Now, all they do is keeping us down for ‘our own good’. &lt;br /&gt;So, as a conclusion, I heartily recommend you this book that is so brilliantly written, yet so accessible to all kinds of people, and which will definitely open your eyes on the society we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-6056866205856832629?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6056866205856832629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/01/animal-farm-story-of-corrupted-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6056866205856832629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6056866205856832629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2010/01/animal-farm-story-of-corrupted-power.html' title='‘Animal Farm’ – A story of corrupted power'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-6678796421095991464</id><published>2009-12-30T16:23:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:01:16.054+02:00</updated><title type='text'>'Vol de Jour' by Karl Lagerfeld</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBiankizz%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:Georgia;	panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3;	mso-font-charset:238;	mso-generic-font-family:roman;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0cm;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;	margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt;	mso-header-margin:35.4pt;	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2010 is getting closer and closer. I know it, you know it, Karl knows it. The difference is that his way of showing it is an extravagant one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While we were buying champagne and firecrackers, Karl jumped behind the camera again and shot the amazing pre-spring/summer collection for Chanel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Starring models Lara Stone and Baptiste Giabiconi (Karl's muse, the very one who posed with only a Chanel blazer and high-heeled shoes), the short movie showcases Chanel clothes, as well as a Chanel motorbike.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope you'll enjoy both the movie and the New Year! May all your wishes come true! And remember: &lt;b&gt;Karl is watching, you demode ones!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="315" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5HcwneMtnw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C5HcwneMtnw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-6678796421095991464?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6678796421095991464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/12/vol-de-jour-by-karl-lagerfeld.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6678796421095991464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6678796421095991464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/12/vol-de-jour-by-karl-lagerfeld.html' title='&apos;Vol de Jour&apos; by Karl Lagerfeld'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-20029350512046603</id><published>2009-12-24T16:36:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:52:22.308+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh297/b_in_the_pink/MC.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh297/b_in_the_pink/MC.gif" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;I worked a while for this, so I hope you'll enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Craciun Fericit!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Joyeux Noël!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;Frohe Weihnachten&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-20029350512046603?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/20029350512046603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/20029350512046603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/20029350512046603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas!'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-3800814529038679155</id><published>2009-12-16T13:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:23:23.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy in my Tummy! - The Chanel Limited Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Bonjour, mes bons amis!/Hallo, liebe Freunde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look what I found this morning, in my daily 'haunting for Chanel/Karl stuff'. They created The Chanel Popcorn! Ok, maybe just the Chanel Popcorn bags, but don't you get the idea? Popcorn has officially become FASHIONABLE! Karl is thumbs up on eating it. So eat as much popcorn as you can this year, because next year it will be extremely out-of-date.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.: I wonder if it's fat-free too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-3800814529038679155?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3800814529038679155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/12/yummy-in-my-tummy-chanel-limited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/3800814529038679155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/3800814529038679155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/12/yummy-in-my-tummy-chanel-limited.html' title='Yummy in my Tummy! - The Chanel Limited Edition'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SyjEYeICxMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qr3e719KyL0/s72-c/6a01053695b916970c0120a7543bc4970b-550wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-8891025654216864641</id><published>2009-11-20T20:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:52:22.439+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Godfather (1972) Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SwbkcbPwuOI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZUkAdAFSJn8/s1600/the-godfather-poster-c12172921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SwbkcbPwuOI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZUkAdAFSJn8/s200/the-godfather-poster-c12172921.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406259579706194146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I spent my whole life trying not to be careless. Women and children can be careless. But not men."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just one terrific quote you will hear if you see Coppola’s masterpiece, ‘The Godfather’. It is said that nothing can be flawless, but this movie certainly comes close to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;‘The Godfather’, based on the novel with the same name, by Mario Puzzo is more than a simple gangster movie. It’s a classic built of diverse, yet connected stories, which all lead to the magnificent whole, the definite conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;To put it simply, the movie is centered on Don Vito Corleone, The Godfather, head of the mafia family in America. The family is drawn into a war after the Don refuses to take part in the drug businesses. After he is shot and Sonny, his eldest son is killed, the control of the family passes to Michael. Michael is Don Vito’s youngest son, who wants nothing to do with the family business and aspires to become a powerful man through politics. But his destiny is to be the next Godfather.&lt;br /&gt;Along the movie, we can see that Don Vito (played by Marlon Brando) is a very complicated gangster. He believes he is not a killer and puts his family above everything, saying that ‘A man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man’. His sympathy for his son Michael is unspoken, yet well-know.&lt;br /&gt;Although Don Vito is the leading character, the one with the most screen time is Michael, played by the brilliant Al Pacino. One of the most impressive things in the movie is to observe Michael’s transformation from an ‘innocent’ to the central manipulator; to see how the one who claimed to be different from the rest of the family becomes even more ruthless than his father.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that caught my attention is the manner in which the director, Francis Coppola starts and finishes the movie. It all begins with the scene of the wedding, the moment when we all start a ‘family’, and it ends with a baptism, where Michael becomes ‘The Godfather’ and officially replaces his father.&lt;br /&gt;The movie has won three well-deserved Oscars, along with several other awards for acting, directing and music. The acting is superb, with very deep characters played by Marlon Brando, who has attained the status of a legend with his well-known quote: ‘I'm gonna make him an offer he can't refuse’, James Caan or Diane Keaton. We mustn’t forget about Al Pacino, who, although this wasn’t his most demonstrative performance, has made a wonderful job as Michael Corleone.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I believe this is one movie which will never get old, and I definitely recommend you to see it. ‘Thank you, Godfather.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-8891025654216864641?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8891025654216864641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/11/godfather-1972-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/8891025654216864641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/8891025654216864641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/11/godfather-1972-review.html' title='The Godfather (1972) Review'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SwbkcbPwuOI/AAAAAAAAANg/ZUkAdAFSJn8/s72-c/the-godfather-poster-c12172921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-913766541273381260</id><published>2009-10-13T22:09:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:15:18.742+03:00</updated><title type='text'>‘Veronika Decides to Die’ – Surrender, Insanity or Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/StTRqhEZG3I/AAAAAAAAANE/dKCUw9tgbhs/s1600-h/veronika_se_hotaraste_sa_moara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/StTRqhEZG3I/AAAAAAAAANE/dKCUw9tgbhs/s200/veronika_se_hotaraste_sa_moara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392165182230829938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘The girl was playing the music with such soul because she knew she was going to die. And am I not going to die? Where is my soul that I might play the music of my own life with such enthusiasm?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a though question, but a good one indeed. It’s asked by a girl. A simple girl. Just like me. Just like you. Just like everyone in here. Her name is Veronika, she’s 24 years old, she lives in Slovenia and is the protagonist of the book ‘Veronika decides to die’. Our Veronika thinks that she has lived her life and that continuing it will only lead her into misery. That’s why one day she decides to die (hence the title) and chooses the clean way – an overdose of sleeping pills. A failed attempt lands her in Villete, a psychic ward, where she finds out she only has 5 more days to live. That’s when the heroin’s inner debates start. She thinks how she never did something out of place, never got mad, never lived in the heat of the moment! She just surrendered to the society’s perceptions and did whatever seemed the right thing to do. While in Villete, Veronika begins to question the idea of madness and gets to the conclusion that actions which may appear insane to someone can be completely justified to someone else. She then meets some people, among who is Edward, a schizophrenic whom she falls in love with. Veronika quickly learns that love is the biggest risk that humans take and that life is worth living. She is eager to live those last days of her life as if they were a miracle. The girl starts playing the piano, she ‘voices’ her frustrations, her anger and hurt, but also her love and most intimate desires, that were stuck insider her for 24 years, because she was ‘sane’ then.&lt;br /&gt;In her fourth day at the psychic ward, the couple decides that it’s better for them to escape, to live their last day together. But what will be the surprise that stands by the corner? And has Veronika really learned her lesson? Between surrender, love and insanity, what do you think will best define her life, before and after those 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-913766541273381260?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/913766541273381260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/10/veronika-decides-to-die-surrender.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/913766541273381260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/913766541273381260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/10/veronika-decides-to-die-surrender.html' title='‘Veronika Decides to Die’ – Surrender, Insanity or Love?'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/StTRqhEZG3I/AAAAAAAAANE/dKCUw9tgbhs/s72-c/veronika_se_hotaraste_sa_moara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-1399469119762200537</id><published>2009-09-24T22:20:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:26:46.937+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recenzie -  "Talentatul domn Ripley", Patricia Highsmith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SrvHpvjuGEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/X5I9KJO4vbM/s1600-h/NK-tal.mr.r.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SrvHpvjuGEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/X5I9KJO4vbM/s200/NK-tal.mr.r.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385117299406411842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Lucruri bune despre domnul Ripley? S-ar putea sa-mi ia ceva timp. Tom este talentat. Tom este bland… Tom este frumos...Tom e un mister. Tom nu este un nimeni. Tom are secrete pe care nu vrea sa mi le spuna si mi-as dori s-o faca. Tom are cosmaruri. Asta nu este un lucru bun. Tom are pe cineva care sa-l iubeasca. Asta e un lucru bun. Tom ma striveste. Tom ma striveste...Tom, ma strivesti!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acestea sunt doar cateva randuri din fascinantul roman al Patriciei Highsmith, “Talentatul domn Ripley”. Cartea va va soca si va va face sa fiti tulburati. Protagonistul, Tom Ripey, este atat de complex, iar pustiirea pentru care se razbuna este atat credibila, cat si tulburatoare. Povestea vietii pe care Tom o duce si cum aceasta se transforma din absurd in devastator cand destinul i-l scoate in cale pe Dickie Greenleaf face ca aceasta carte sa fie incredibil de intunecata.&lt;br /&gt;O poveste captivanta care iti va atrage atentia inca din primele randuri. Pe scurt, Tom merge in Italia pentru a-l gasi pe Dickie si a-l convinge sa se intoarca in America. Dar odata ajuns acolo, protagonistul realizeaza ca ii plac atat Italia, cat si banii lui Dickie. El vrea sa ramana acolo si va face orice ii sta in putinta pentru a obtine ceea ce-si doreste.&lt;br /&gt;La suprafata, Tom este un personaj bland, care duce o viata trista. Realitatea, insa, este cu totul alta. Tom este un ratat si un hot, un nimeni de 23 de ani, care traieste o viata plina de minciuni. Comite delicte pentru a obtine bani in mod gresit si isi traieste viata fugind de responsabilitati. In anumite puncte nu se pot intelege gandurile si actiunile lui Tom, autoarea facand portretul psihopatului criminal perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Dintre ecranizarile romanului, as spune ca cea a lui Anthony Mingella este cea mai resusita. Cu interpretari din partea lui Matt Damon (Tom Ripley), Jude Law( Dickie Greenleaf) si Gwyneth Paltrow (Marge), filmul este absolut fenomenal. Isi merita toate nominalzarile la Oscar. Ar tebui insa sa stiti ca filmul este mai mult o tragedie romantica, fata de carte, care este un thriller. Din punctul de vedere al lui Highsmith, Ripley este un anti-erou, insa Mingella il face sa para eroul cu ceva defecte, dar care reuseste sa evolueze de-a lungul romanului.&lt;br /&gt;Toate acestea fiind spuse, va sfatuiesc sa vedeti intai filmul, apoi sa cititi cartea pentru a-l intelege cat mai bine pe misteriosul Tom Ripley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-1399469119762200537?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/1399469119762200537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/09/recenzie-talentatul-domn-ripley.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/1399469119762200537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/1399469119762200537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/09/recenzie-talentatul-domn-ripley.html' title='Recenzie -  &quot;Talentatul domn Ripley&quot;, Patricia Highsmith'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SrvHpvjuGEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/X5I9KJO4vbM/s72-c/NK-tal.mr.r.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-2405999238657229366</id><published>2009-09-10T22:04:00.014+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:53:07.851+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Karl! (Karl Who?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm. You may be wondering who Karl is. Well, I'll give some clues: fashion icon, fingerless gloves, black sunglasses and the famous white ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. I understand that not many people from Nobody's Land (aka Slatina) have heard of him, so I'm going to give the whole name. Karl Lagerfeld. The fashion genius, King of style and extravagance and last, but not least, the head designer at Chanel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But although style is timeless, people behind it are not. And no matter how unique he is, our beloved Karl makes no exception to the rule. It is rumored that today is his 76th anniversary, but only the man himself knows if that's really true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to wish him a very 'Happy birthday!'. Or should I say 'Bon anniversaire!'? 'Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SqlQT9YSjEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mih50A_95bU/s1600-h/karl-lagerfeld_1173112187.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379919533694946370" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SqlQT9YSjEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mih50A_95bU/s320/karl-lagerfeld_1173112187.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 254px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SqlY-BJOsyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HzMmluVa2Rk/s1600-h/Karl_Lagerfeld.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379929052353049378" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SqlY-BJOsyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/HzMmluVa2Rk/s320/Karl_Lagerfeld.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 242px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-2405999238657229366?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2405999238657229366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-karl-karl-who.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/2405999238657229366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/2405999238657229366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-karl-karl-who.html' title='Happy Birthday, Karl! (Karl Who?)'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SqlQT9YSjEI/AAAAAAAAAMs/mih50A_95bU/s72-c/karl-lagerfeld_1173112187.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-7739421724004838675</id><published>2009-09-03T16:47:00.012+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:53:29.768+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guns N&apos; Roses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Axl Rose'/><title type='text'>Guns N' Roses or Leather N' Jeans? (Use your illusion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, today i woke up in a very Guns N' Roses mood. Don't know what hit me, but Slash's image came into my mind and i have to say: Have you seen this guy's hair?! Magnificent! I wonder how can he still maintain it like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that when many people say 'Guns N' Roses', they think about Axl Rose, but what i think about is biiiig hair, great music, tight leather pants, amazing tees and gorgeous jeans jackets! (Slash's jackets, of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, talking about their music, if you don't know any song of theirs, you should start listening from now on! I'll recommend you my favorite, 'Don't Cry (Original)', but you can always go with the famous ones, like 'Sweet Child O'Mine' or 'Welcome to the Jungle'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really don't know whether this article is about GN'R, fashion or simply Slash. I'll let you choose it. In the mean, here are some pics with the crazy haired guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sp_MImw4MGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ivEFIm4jrZY/s1600-h/vxkyhk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377240928320237666" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sp_MImw4MGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ivEFIm4jrZY/s320/vxkyhk.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sp_MOd2BvOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/OPNMbZmgY9I/s1600-h/af94zo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377241029005130978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sp_MOd2BvOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/OPNMbZmgY9I/s320/af94zo.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 236px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sp_MYvdstpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/swcG3Hux3iE/s1600-h/waxlrosedotcom00974aw6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377241205533619858" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sp_MYvdstpI/AAAAAAAAAMc/swcG3Hux3iE/s320/waxlrosedotcom00974aw6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 218px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, have you noticed that Slash's checked shirt from the last pic is the same one he wore in MJ's video, 'Give In To Me'? (Which is my second favorite song from MJ - Wonder why?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/guns_n_roses/track/dont_cry_original" title="'Guns N' Roses - Don't Cry (original)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Guns N' Roses - Don't Cry (original)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" style="color: #666666;" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-7739421724004838675?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7739421724004838675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/09/guns-n-roses-or-leather-n-jeans-use.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/7739421724004838675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/7739421724004838675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/09/guns-n-roses-or-leather-n-jeans-use.html' title='Guns N&apos; Roses or Leather N&apos; Jeans? (Use your illusion)'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sp_MImw4MGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ivEFIm4jrZY/s72-c/vxkyhk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-7338104454814709814</id><published>2009-08-31T15:32:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T16:53:53.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Sui for Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Although Anna Sui announced a long time ago that she'll be creating a Gossip Girl inspired line, I thought it's better to announce you a few days before it comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, the line will be released in Target stores and online on the 13th of September and it will have 19 looks, all inspired by the 4 female characters from the TV show Gossip Girl. I have to say that this is a big chance for us, girls to get such nice clothes at prices under 150$.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Beneath, you can see the pictures with the looks sorted by character. So enjoy them and let me know what you think. Would you buy this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blair's Outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpvKphGDjUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OR9mZ8qexCg/s1600-h/blair+outfits.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376113394804034882" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpvKphGDjUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OR9mZ8qexCg/s400/blair+outfits.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 177px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serena's Outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpvKzJNlbaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ydaCNBHvLMw/s1600-h/serena+outfits.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376113560191856034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpvKzJNlbaI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ydaCNBHvLMw/s400/serena+outfits.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 164px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jenny's Outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpvK6d4Q5gI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AfldVCa_wUQ/s1600-h/jenny+outfits.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376113685998659074" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpvK6d4Q5gI/AAAAAAAAAK0/AfldVCa_wUQ/s400/jenny+outfits.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 162px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vanessa's Outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpvLBzEJHnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MDZEL2402gM/s1600-h/vanessa+outfits.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376113811944709746" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpvLBzEJHnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/MDZEL2402gM/s400/vanessa+outfits.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-7338104454814709814?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/7338104454814709814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/08/anna-sui-for-target.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/7338104454814709814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/7338104454814709814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/08/anna-sui-for-target.html' title='Anna Sui for Target'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpvKphGDjUI/AAAAAAAAAKk/OR9mZ8qexCg/s72-c/blair+outfits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-2333761830884807459</id><published>2009-07-25T16:08:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:13:16.348+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Reducere 35% la Nemira pentru elevi si profesori!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pentru detalii, acceseaza link-ul de mai jos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nemira.ro/blog/spune-si-altora-ca-sa-ai-si-tu-35-reducere"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.nemira.ro/blog/spune-si-altora-ca-sa-ai-si-tu-35-reducere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-2333761830884807459?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2333761830884807459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/07/reducere-35-la-nemira-pentru-elevi-si.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/2333761830884807459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/2333761830884807459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/07/reducere-35-la-nemira-pentru-elevi-si.html' title='Reducere 35% la Nemira pentru elevi si profesori!!!'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-6705276410504810936</id><published>2009-07-12T14:33:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:33:29.899+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl. Cum imi place mie - Cecily Von Ziegesar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nemirabooks.ro/gossip-girl-cum-imi-place-mie-cecily-von-ziegesar"&gt;Gossip Girl. Cum imi place mie - Cecily Von Ziegesar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-6705276410504810936?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6705276410504810936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/07/gossip-girl-cum-imi-place-mie-cecily.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6705276410504810936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6705276410504810936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/07/gossip-girl-cum-imi-place-mie-cecily.html' title='Gossip Girl. Cum imi place mie - Cecily Von Ziegesar'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-6892831392446231483</id><published>2009-06-26T03:40:00.007+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:30:50.464+03:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP, Michael Jackson.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SkQb8EBI92I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j1PpeWIdFpE/s1600-h/michael_jackson_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SkQb8EBI92I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j1PpeWIdFpE/s320/michael_jackson_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351432975907616610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is one sad entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of Pop, Michael Jackson just left us. HE was a great man &amp;amp; musician, an inspiration for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next days there will be said many things about him. Some people will say good words, some won't. I say we should keep the impression we had about him and not let the grumblers spoil Michael's memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condoleances to the Jackson Family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-6892831392446231483?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6892831392446231483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6892831392446231483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6892831392446231483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='RIP, Michael Jackson.'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SkQb8EBI92I/AAAAAAAAAIs/j1PpeWIdFpE/s72-c/michael_jackson_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-8084145473882368627</id><published>2009-06-14T17:49:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:33:05.720+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Read. Contradict. Confute. Believe. Take for granted. Weigh and Consider!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sm2oDlJtweI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nmXPMUfjkq8/s1600-h/Home_Photo_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sm2oDlJtweI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nmXPMUfjkq8/s200/Home_Photo_books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363127510734062050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Why should we read?' That's what most people are asking themselves. I think we all should read so that we pass through life with a bit of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;But what do we read? Books, magazines, newspapers. Comic books and reviews. Fairytales, if you want. The important thing is that we need to stop throwing books away and shut down the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Reading is what we all need to form our own culture, to have a decent conversation and to understand things.&lt;br /&gt;Someone once said it all begins with a word. A word can mean more than a thousand actions; we say 'Mom' when we are babies, we say 'Yes' when we marry and 'Goodbye' when we die. It all begins and ends with a word.&lt;br /&gt;Let's not waste the magic of all those works that stay in the library and wait for us. Let's not wait for the teacher to force us read! All we have to do is to find something we like: romance, drama, horror - it doesn't matter what our tastes are.&lt;br /&gt;And, in the end, you will see how it all works. You are going to feel better after reading something instead of staying several hours playing on the computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-8084145473882368627?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/8084145473882368627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/read-contradict-confute-believe-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/8084145473882368627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/8084145473882368627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/read-contradict-confute-believe-take.html' title='Read. Contradict. Confute. Believe. Take for granted. Weigh and Consider!'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sm2oDlJtweI/AAAAAAAAAI0/nmXPMUfjkq8/s72-c/Home_Photo_books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-5420121023368306372</id><published>2009-06-13T20:07:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:33:24.810+03:00</updated><title type='text'>We all just wanna be big rockstars! [Don't take it too personal!]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SjPeQG4aAxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x3RaAZr6i-I/s1600-h/Imagine016dfgsgsedited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SjPeQG4aAxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x3RaAZr6i-I/s200/Imagine016dfgsgsedited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346861550925382418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Daca as fi ‘a celebrity’, probabil in momentul de fata m-as interna la “Promises”(clinica de dezintoxicare) pe motiv de oboseala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;La scurt timp “m-as vindeca”(presa va sti ca m-am saturat sa fiu inchisa acolo si am evadat), m-as urca in Mini Cooper-ul meu cel galben si as merge la Apple sa-mi cumpar un nou  iPhone. Apoi as merge la Neiman Marcus, iar geanta Yves Saint Laurent ar fi ca o gura de apa dupa o saptamana in desert. O ora mai tarziu as conduce pana la Starbucks, cu catelul atarnand la fereastra masinii, uitandu-ma in oglinda, calcand un paparazzo si lovindu-mi masina nou cumparata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dar nu conteaza, voi fi fericita, pentru ca vizita la reabilitare m-a readus in atentia publicului, iar actiunile complexe si obositoare de astazi ma vor pune pe coperta celor mai importante reviste de barfa in doar cateva ore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Misiune indeplinita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-5420121023368306372?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/5420121023368306372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/daca-as-fi-celebrity-probabil-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/5420121023368306372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/5420121023368306372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/daca-as-fi-celebrity-probabil-in.html' title='We all just wanna be big rockstars! [Don&apos;t take it too personal!]'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SjPeQG4aAxI/AAAAAAAAAIc/x3RaAZr6i-I/s72-c/Imagine016dfgsgsedited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-4637413434677961857</id><published>2009-06-13T19:45:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:34:27.077+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k$'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kesha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ke$ha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady hawke'/><title type='text'>Finding Rock’n’roll-Land [The Original Version]</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;`Cred  ca muzica insasi poate vindeca. Este o expresie exploziva a umanitatii. Este ceva ce ne atinge pe toti. Indiferent de cultura din care provii, cu toii iubim muzica`.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Billy Joel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suntem ca niste note printre alte note, nu putem iesi; tot ce putem face este sa asteptam sa vina timpul si sa ne cante. Sau sa cantam noi hit-urile care au facut inconjurul lumii in anul 2008. Aici puteti afla care au fost asii anului care tocmai a trecut, predictiile anului 2009, dar si cate ceva dspre nou-venitii pe piata muzicala. Tin sa va amintesc faptul ca acest sondaj nu este subiectiv, el fiind facut pe baza topurilor muzicale si a vanzarilor de albume/single-uri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Retrospectiva muzicala a anului 2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;*Artistul Anului: Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;*Albumul Anului: Duffy – ‘Rockeferry’&lt;br /&gt;*Cantecul Anului: Katy Perry – I kissed a girl&lt;br /&gt;*Reveniri: Britney Spears, Take That, Blur&lt;br /&gt;* Despartiri: The Police, Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;*Debutantii Anului: Kings of Leon, The Script, Lady GaGa, The Ting Tings&lt;br /&gt;* Film Muzical: ‘Mamma Mia!’, ‘High School Musical 3’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perspectiva muzicala asupra anului 2009&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;*Artistul Anului: The Killers/ No Doubt/ The Prodigy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Albumul Anului: Depeche Mode- ‘Sounds of the Universe’/ The Prodigy – ‘Invaders Must Die‘/ 30 Seconds to Mars – ‘This is War ‘&lt;br /&gt;*Cantecul Anului: The Killers – Human/ Kings of Leon – Sex  on fire&lt;br /&gt;*Reveniri: No Doubt, Limp Bizkit, Green Day, Blink-182&lt;br /&gt;* Despartiri: The Cheetah Girls&lt;br /&gt;*Debutantii Anului: Ke$ha, Lady Hawke, Pixie , Hana Pestle&lt;br /&gt;* Film Muzical: ‘The Soloist’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SjPYKUo5XXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z_bDhc9qaPQ/s1600-h/kesha+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SjPYKUo5XXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z_bDhc9qaPQ/s200/kesha+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346854854469442930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kesha&lt;/span&gt; (a.k.a.Ke$ha/ K$) este una dintre cele mai asteptate cantarete ale anului 2009. Desi putini au auzit de ea, blonda din Nashville a compus pentru mai multi cantareti cunoscuti, cum ar fi Britney Spears, Katy Perry sau The Veronicas, iar printre colaboratorii importanti se numara JK Rotem si Dr. Luke. Mai nou, o putem asculta in noul single al rapperului FloRida, ‘Right Round’, o melodie hipnotizanta, care cu siguranta va cuceri topurile. P.S.: O puteti vedea si in videoclipul lui Katy Perry- I kissed a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ascultati:&lt;/span&gt; *Kesha- Radio Radio Radio&lt;br /&gt;	*Kesha – Backstabber&lt;br /&gt;	*Kesha - A Bad Girl's Lament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Link-uri:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt; 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 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm -23.4pt 0.0001pt -18pt; text-indent: 54pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kesha/45761569458"&gt;www.facebook.com/pages/Kesha/45761569458&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBiankizz%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt; 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text-indent: 54pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://danieltheinsomniac.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/ladyhawke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 143px;" src="http://danieltheinsomniac.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/ladyhawke1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady Hawke.&lt;/span&gt; Copilul unui tobosar si a unei cantarete, tanara cantareata din Noua Zeelanda a facut cunostinta cu muzica de la o varsta frageda. La 11 ani incepe sa cante la tobe, la 14 ani la chitara, iar la 18 isi formeaza propria trupa. Urmeaza o serie de concerte si de schimbari de trupa pana a se ajunge la proiectul ‘Lady Hawke’. Muzica ei este puternic influentata de cea a anilor ’70-’80, ea insasi definindu-si stilul ca unul unic, care tinde sa aiba vibratia ‘tristetii fericite’ pe care clasici anilor ’80 au resusit s-o impuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ascultati:&lt;/span&gt; Lady Hawke – Paris is burning&lt;br /&gt;		Lady Hawke	- My Delirium&lt;br /&gt;		Lady Hawke – Dusk till dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Link-uri:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBiankizz%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt; 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	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm -23.4pt 0.0001pt -18pt; text-indent: 54pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm -23.4pt 0.0001pt -18pt; text-indent: 54pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;‘I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Billy Joel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like notes among notes, we can’t get out; all we can do is wait for time to come and play ourselves. Or to play us the hits heard across the world in 2008. Here, you can find out who were the past year’s aces, the predictions for 2009 and also something about the rookies of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-4637413434677961857?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/4637413434677961857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/finding-rocknroll-land-extended-version.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/4637413434677961857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/4637413434677961857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/finding-rocknroll-land-extended-version.html' title='Finding Rock’n’roll-Land [The Original Version]'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SjPYKUo5XXI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Z_bDhc9qaPQ/s72-c/kesha+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-2131763320487348394</id><published>2009-06-13T19:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:33:44.480+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><title type='text'>Paris, je t'aime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SjPWws7aHHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/NY8oxlcKsp0/s1600-h/20071016_paris-je-t-aime-still-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SjPWws7aHHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/NY8oxlcKsp0/s200/20071016_paris-je-t-aime-still-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346853314801310834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nous voyageons, ainsi nous vivons. Nous recherchons de nouvelles expériences, ainsi nous existons. La vie est courte, et nous sommes un mélange d'expériences, de souvenirs, de gestes, de pensées et d’intérêts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;        Je peux dire que j'aimerais habiter à Paris. Il y a cent raisons pour lesquelles les gens aiment Pais. Mais si vous me demandez pourquoi je veux vivre là, je dirais en raison de ces rues minuscules et de ces magasins d’autour de blocs. Je ne pense pas que le Louvre soit en tant impressionnant comme les rues.  Peut-être c'est parce que les rues sont la vie, quand les musées sont des collections d'histoire. J'aime l'art, mais les antiquaires et la petite épicerie sont faits pour des personnes ; ils émanent beaucoup de bon goût et d’humanité.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;        Et, naturellement, le Tour Eiffel est l'une des attractions principales de la ville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-2131763320487348394?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2131763320487348394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/paris-je-taime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/2131763320487348394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/2131763320487348394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/06/paris-je-taime.html' title='Paris, je t&apos;aime!'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SjPWws7aHHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/NY8oxlcKsp0/s72-c/20071016_paris-je-t-aime-still-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-1331877971222111351</id><published>2009-05-15T22:12:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:34:58.581+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitchcock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psycho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='killer'/><title type='text'>Norman Bates – Psychopath Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sg2-5MJQ8tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZkG7dUD5LXQ/s1600-h/Norman_Bates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sg2-5MJQ8tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZkG7dUD5LXQ/s200/Norman_Bates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336131023225811666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;‘You know what I think? I think that we're all in our private traps — clamped in them — and none of us can ever get out. We scratch and claw but only at the air, only at each other. And for all of it, we never budge an inch.’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Norman Bates is the main character in Hitchcock’s movie ‘Psycho’. At first, he seems just the ‘boy-next-door’ type of guy, who owns a cheap motel and lives with his mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only that the mother doesn’t exist anymore, she’s only a part of Norman’s imagination. Because of the fact that he poisoned her, he decides to compensate her absence, by saving her body, preserving it and even trying to talk in her voice. But can he handle the all too different personalities? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He fells in love with a client, Marion, but soon, the Mother’s personality intercedes and so Marion ends up by being stabbed with a kitchen knife while taking a shower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That’s when we understand that the Mother’s personality took over quite often, leaving Norman lost in the labyrinth of his mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All in all, Norman Bates was a very complex psycho-killer character and a good thing to know is that his personality was inspired by one of America’s most dangerous killers, Ed Gein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-1331877971222111351?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/1331877971222111351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/05/norman-bates-psychopath-analysis_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/1331877971222111351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/1331877971222111351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/05/norman-bates-psychopath-analysis_15.html' title='Norman Bates – Psychopath Analysis'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sg2-5MJQ8tI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ZkG7dUD5LXQ/s72-c/Norman_Bates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-6770508275026128285</id><published>2009-04-29T22:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:35:22.270+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Al Pacino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scent'/><title type='text'>Movie Review – ‘Scent of a Woman’</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sfio3_aVUOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u83fMK86F0A/s1600-h/ScentWoman.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sfio3_aVUOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u83fMK86F0A/s200/ScentWoman.gif.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330195838861136098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sfin0lUECzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vhrxv6g_94c/s1600-h/1x1_trans.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sfin0lUECzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vhrxv6g_94c/s200/1x1_trans.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330194680804281138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘Out of order, I show you out of order. You don't know what out of order is, Mr. Trask. I'd show you, but I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fuckin' blind. If I were the man I was five years ago, I'd take a FLAMETHROWER to this place! Out of order? Who the hell do you think you're talkin' to? I've been around, you know? There was a time I could see. And I have seen. Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off. But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is no prosthetic for that. You think you're merely sending this splendid foot soldier back home to Oregon with his tail between his legs, but I say you are... executin' his soul!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is only one of the terrific quotes that you will face if you decide to see ‘Scent of a Woman’.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the title and the fact that there will be a woman, I think that the movie is about the journey a man takes from childhood to adulthood. The teenager, played by Chris O’Donnell is just a kid that saw some students setting up a prank that went very wrong and now the school administration is trying to pry out what Charlie knows. He is hired to take care of Frank Slade (played by Al Pacino) a weary retired Army Lt. Colonel, who through an accident looses his sight and his way of life. The interplay between the two characters is mind blowing.&lt;br /&gt;There have been many critics about Pacino’s play in  ‘Scent of a Woman’, but we must accept the fact that the performance is an extraordinary one. He is both intolerable and completely lovable in this Oscar-winning role of a lifetime. He overpowers each sentence he speaks, each gesture he makes and forces himself to be in the center of attention in every scene he appears. His character has a lot of funny quotes, he can smell the perfume of a woman (hence the title of the movie) and even though he is blind, he makes one the most dramatic and full of passion tango scenes of all times.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, ‘Scent of a Woman’ is masterful piece of work. The character development is perfect, the dialogue terrific and the story line makes the audience feel all the right emotions at the right turns and has great drama.&lt;br /&gt;‘Whoooah!’ I’ll give a BIG 10! Worth seeing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-6770508275026128285?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/6770508275026128285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-order-i-show-you-out-of-order.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6770508275026128285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/6770508275026128285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-order-i-show-you-out-of-order.html' title='Movie Review – ‘Scent of a Woman’'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/Sfio3_aVUOI/AAAAAAAAAEw/u83fMK86F0A/s72-c/ScentWoman.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-4467982587492646576</id><published>2009-04-26T17:35:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:36:31.721+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Palahniuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brad Pitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fight Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Norton'/><title type='text'>Book Review  - 'Fight Club" by Chuck Palahniuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SfRyL9a8DTI/AAAAAAAAACo/dHynmqQjaIU/s1600-h/9780091835132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SfRyL9a8DTI/AAAAAAAAACo/dHynmqQjaIU/s200/9780091835132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329009808877817138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;&lt;tyler&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so begins Chuck Palahniuk's exceptional novel ‘Fight Club’. If the above lines don't already send you rushing off to the bookstore, keep reading.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Palahniuk is one of those writers you either read completely fascinated or you hate. There are no compromises in his case. The words strike you right with the accuracy of a spyglass; the impact is nondescriptable. ‘Fight Club’ is an angry book. There is very direct narrative, very short and simple dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;The story is told to us through the first person perspective of the main character, but his name is never revealed. We have men drawn to Tyler and his ‘Fight Club’ because they feel alive only when they fight, and it is only through Tyler that they feel loved.  Indeed, Tyler gains sort of a cult following his every command, and our narrator is no different. When the narrator sees that men are starting to die, he tries to stop the very thing he’d created with Tyler, and that’s when things go downhill, ending with mayhem and destruction.&lt;br /&gt;Is the movie worthwhile? Absolutely. See the film then read the book? Yes, in this order.&lt;br /&gt;The adaptation of ‘Fight Club’ for the silver screen is absolutely phenomenal, carrying memorable quotes and scenes from Brad Pitt and Edward Norton and toning it down just enough to make it palatable to audiences.&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this book. Not only that you feel an immense cathartic pleasure, but you will also find an author that writes in an unconventional manner and proves highly successful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-4467982587492646576?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/4467982587492646576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-fight-club-by-chuck.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/4467982587492646576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/4467982587492646576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-review-fight-club-by-chuck.html' title='Book Review  - &apos;Fight Club&quot; by Chuck Palahniuk'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SfRyL9a8DTI/AAAAAAAAACo/dHynmqQjaIU/s72-c/9780091835132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-3848184831140071217</id><published>2009-04-26T16:27:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:35:45.010+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere/one/times/day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SfRixOkfubI/AAAAAAAAACg/QPJbfULX4bw/s1600-h/sibiu6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SfRixOkfubI/AAAAAAAAACg/QPJbfULX4bw/s200/sibiu6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328992856950421938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slatina is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it’s a lot like your world, maybe it’s nothing like it. But if you look closer you might see someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;Someone trying to find his way; someone trying to find his place; someone trying to find himself.   &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s easy to feel like you’re the only one in the world who’s struggling, who’s frustrated, or unsatisfied or barley getting by. But that feeling’s a lie and if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes; someone to help us hear the music in the world, to remind us that it won’t always be this way.&lt;br /&gt;That someone is out there and that someone will find you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-3848184831140071217?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/3848184831140071217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/04/somewhereonetimesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/3848184831140071217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/3848184831140071217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/04/somewhereonetimesday.html' title='Somewhere/one/times/day'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SfRixOkfubI/AAAAAAAAACg/QPJbfULX4bw/s72-c/sibiu6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-5977533509513041531</id><published>2009-03-14T18:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:36:04.862+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Rock’n’roll-Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SbvV8PkXxpI/AAAAAAAAACA/3ZMlQTxJ7Lc/s1600-h/l_c985c10c5fe89ff17143365337bb3676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SbvV8PkXxpI/AAAAAAAAACA/3ZMlQTxJ7Lc/s200/l_c985c10c5fe89ff17143365337bb3676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313075416361584274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.’ (Billy Joel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kesha &lt;/span&gt;(a.k.a.Ke$ha/ K$) is one of the most expected female singers of 2009. Although only a few have heard of her, the Nashville blondie has written many songs for singers like Britney Spears, Katy Perry or The Veronicas and among her most important contributors we can find JK Rotem and Dr. Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Now, we can also hear her in FloRida’s new hit, ‘Right Round’, a very catchy song, which undoubtedly is going to be No.1 all summer. &lt;br /&gt;P.s.: Kesha can also be seen in Katy Perry’s ‘I kissed a girl’ music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should listen to: *Kesha- Radio Radio Radio&lt;br /&gt;*Kesha – Backstabber&lt;br /&gt;*Kesha- Boots and Boys&lt;br /&gt;*Kesha - A Bad Girl's Lament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can you find her: www.myspace.com/keshaishot&lt;br /&gt;www.facebook.com/pages/Kesha/45761569458&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-5977533509513041531?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/5977533509513041531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/finding-rocknroll-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/5977533509513041531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/5977533509513041531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/finding-rocknroll-land.html' title='Finding Rock’n’roll-Land'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SbvV8PkXxpI/AAAAAAAAACA/3ZMlQTxJ7Lc/s72-c/l_c985c10c5fe89ff17143365337bb3676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-4894503852323170518</id><published>2009-03-14T17:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:39:28.280+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossipgirl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recenzie'/><title type='text'>Recenzie - 'Gossip Girl - I like it like that'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SnAYx8VUIgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UFc3X1A_qt8/s1600-h/51TR3M7JXAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SnAYx8VUIgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UFc3X1A_qt8/s200/51TR3M7JXAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363814402486444546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vacanta de primăvara - dragostea e in aer. Sau e doar un amestec de Chanel no.9 si Gucci Rush? Hmm…E vreo diferenţă? Blair se muta cu Serena, redevenind cele mai bune prietene. Dar va rezista oare prietenia lor sau vor sfârşi prin a-si smulge una alteia parul de curând vopsit? Si vorbind de „curând”, in ultimul timp Nate se joaca de-a Nate-cel-Frumos cu noua sa iubita nebunatica, Georgie. Dar, cu siguranţă va primi mai mult decât se aşteaptă atunci când va ajunge in Sun Valley cu Georgie, Blair si Serena. Înapoi in Manhattan, Jenny îşi petrece timpul cu misteriosul ei iubit, iar Dan îşi plânge de mila la Biroul de Critica Literara din New York. Si Vanessa, aşteaptă, aceea e Vanessa făcând cumpărăturile la Barney’s cu un tip intr-un tricou Lacoste? Copacii sunt înfloriţi, iar elita New York-ul este gata pentru o vacanta cu adevărat scandaloasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In acesta carte, Jenny devine un personaj destul de des întâlnit, inocenta ei fiind captivanta, ceea ce o face un personaj unic. Constantul miorlăit al lui Blair, deşi este amuzant, poate deveni enervant uneori; gelozia pe care Serena o simte fata de Blair si egoismul fata de fratele ei mai mare este total imatur. Nate pare sa-si fi pierdut ceva din personalitate din cauza faptului ca nu mai prizează, ceea ce mă face sa mă gândesc daca nu cumva e mai atrăgător când e drogat. Iar Dan are o cu totul noua personalitate care te face sa nu-l placi – ceea ce e o surpriza, întrucât el a fost întotdeauna un personaj atrăgător. Prezentarea părinţilor hippie ai Vanessei este oarecum enervanta, iar Erik este un personaj cat se poate de blazat. Dar toţi se completează atât de bine, ca nu te poţi abţine de la a citi cartea din coperta-n coperta dintr-o răsuflare. „Gossip Girl” rămâne in continuare plăcerea vinovata perfecta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iubim “Gossip Girl”! Sunt destule bârfe, trădări si răutăţi pentru a asasina personajele întregii populaţii a Manhattan-ului. Dar totul este făcut deasupra unei încântătoare ceşti de latte slab in drăguţă cafenea din vecini. Aceste fete ar putea sa scrie reportajele lui Carrie din “Totul despre sex” in somn. (Elle Girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-4894503852323170518?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/4894503852323170518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/recenzie-gossip-girl-i-like-it-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/4894503852323170518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/4894503852323170518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/recenzie-gossip-girl-i-like-it-like.html' title='Recenzie - &apos;Gossip Girl - I like it like that&apos;'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SnAYx8VUIgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/UFc3X1A_qt8/s72-c/51TR3M7JXAL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8827270783953862933.post-2300324029064882065</id><published>2009-03-14T17:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T12:41:11.012+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Across the Bittersweet Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SbvKv9Pw4GI/AAAAAAAAABE/NRbcot6aymA/s1600-h/sibiu7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SbvKv9Pw4GI/AAAAAAAAABE/NRbcot6aymA/s200/sibiu7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313063110656974946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He stepped out of the shadows and walked toward me. My eyes scanned the darkness, the impenetrable shadows of the street. The sky suddenly darkened. Time made no sense as I walked and walked. It was seconds passing, but also hours. Maybe it felt like time passed so hardly because the road looked the same no matter how far I went. I started to worry that I was traveling in a circle, a very small circle at that, but I kept going. How much was it until I was going to find a person or a place were I could be safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For a moment, I paused without thinking and as I looked over my shoulder to glare at the angry clouds, I realized that he was walking quietly like twenty meters behind me. As it grew darker and darker, I fell once. I did not look back as I got up, too afraid of seeing him getting closer. And after a while, relief came across my face. I could see a house was there. I was absolutely sure I knew it, but I just couldn’t remember were from. But that was the last thing it mattered. Would I really be able to get there before he’ll get me? I started running as fast as I could to reach the door, to feel the handle touching my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And when I finally entered the house, I was shocked. He was just there, a few feet away from me, arms folded, looking at me with a big grin. It was in that instant when I realized that this isn’t going to stop EVER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8827270783953862933-2300324029064882065?l=dorothyhollins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/feeds/2300324029064882065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/across-bittersweet-sleep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/2300324029064882065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8827270783953862933/posts/default/2300324029064882065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorothyhollins.blogspot.com/2009/03/across-bittersweet-sleep.html' title='Across the Bittersweet Sleep'/><author><name>Dorothy Hollins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10483385281770269514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SpxCMrPwKtI/AAAAAAAAALE/b1WbHPTkU6E/S220/IMG_3838.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yP0RxlLRg5A/SbvKv9Pw4GI/AAAAAAAAABE/NRbcot6aymA/s72-c/sibiu7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
