tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75519913549716258452012-01-27T12:27:40.899+02:00http://www.e-flora.ro/dana ivan paunescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08535347381389186525noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551991354971625845.post-55838328955721521642010-08-20T15:12:00.000+03:002010-08-20T15:12:16.995+03:002010-08-20T15:12:16.995+03:00dana ivan paunescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08535347381389186525noreply@blogger.com0dragilor curentul naturist a patruns si in cinematografia pornofragica dar mai ales in mintea pedofilului german pe care l-am vazut aseara la ora 19 la stiri. animalul sustinea ca fimele lui, in care copii minori erau actori, sunt de fapt filme naturiste. se pare ca revenirea economica a germaniei este stimulata cu sutele de filme naturiste facute in romaina cu actori copii, goi pusca, cocotati <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DoQo6N9K_a8Gv5wWt7KisMSnPqw/0/da"><img 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inceput au fost ca niste furnicaturi iar acum sunt aripi de fluturi care "falfaie" la mine in burtica si ma gadila. eram atat de nerabdatoare sa-l <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7LesZo8iQ8yq7PeCZwk3HMaKj24/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7LesZo8iQ8yq7PeCZwk3HMaKj24/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7LesZo8iQ8yq7PeCZwk3HMaKj24/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7LesZo8iQ8yq7PeCZwk3HMaKj24/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/VGF9hp6EPUQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://danaivanpaunescu.blogspot.com/2010/08/fluturi-in-stomac.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551991354971625845.post-29061863169386693272010-07-20T21:35:00.000+03:002010-07-20T21:35:21.386+03:002010-07-20T21:35:21.386+03:00dana ivan paunescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08535347381389186525noreply@blogger.com0de cand au aparut "pachetele 2 in 1 sau 3 in 1" cu toti beneficiem de gratuitate, sau asa speram. in urma cu 5 ani am incheiat un contrat pentru 1 an cu rds&amp;rcs. aveau celebrul pachet 3 in 1 adica: cablu, internet si telefonie. le-am explicat ca nu vreau telefonie ca nu o folosesc, dar facea parte din pachet si era GRATIS nu am avut cum sa scap de ea. dupa un an de am reziliat contractul si am <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J32VZk3ccgewVVOYppKFSq3EBuw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J32VZk3ccgewVVOYppKFSq3EBuw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J32VZk3ccgewVVOYppKFSq3EBuw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J32VZk3ccgewVVOYppKFSq3EBuw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/mKSJh7aZzjM" height="1" 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de mama. bine ca m-ai ajutat pentru ca acum ma doare in cot de tine. ma doare foarte rau pentru ca tu castigi in cateva ore cat castig eu intr-o jumatate de luna, iar asta ma roade atat de tare ca <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-jpUx7hrZCqIhuaGbMJAG50Pnv0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-jpUx7hrZCqIhuaGbMJAG50Pnv0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-jpUx7hrZCqIhuaGbMJAG50Pnv0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-jpUx7hrZCqIhuaGbMJAG50Pnv0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/EBDN7FNZsqI" height="1" width="1"/>http://danaivanpaunescu.blogspot.com/2010/06/despre-facerea-de-bine.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551991354971625845.post-26853463043180640802010-05-14T08:50:00.000+03:002010-05-14T08:50:05.447+03:002010-05-14T08:50:05.447+03:00dana ivan paunescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08535347381389186525noreply@blogger.com0totul a inceput in urma cu 11 ani, cand pentru prima data imi doream cu adevarat un copil, cu barbatul pe care il iubesc. oricat de mult mi-as fi dorit nu era posibil, nu venise timpul, dar l-am primit in dar pe el. de fapt am fost sa vad daca imi place iar din 5 roscovani si o negresa el era cel mai mic. nu s-a mai dezlipit de mine, mi-a lins degetele, m-a ales. l-am luat acasa sa doarma cu noi <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76_pix-OAYVRQTNAXXQPhmf41zU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76_pix-OAYVRQTNAXXQPhmf41zU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76_pix-OAYVRQTNAXXQPhmf41zU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/76_pix-OAYVRQTNAXXQPhmf41zU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/rUWvhuLEDEc" height="1" 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masoara spuma, apoi gusta. mu! mu! ie bun!? spumele marii le uda popoul. cineva spunea ca tara noastra are de <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gwiYrZewySLWQRx-0HrED-I3P88/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gwiYrZewySLWQRx-0HrED-I3P88/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gwiYrZewySLWQRx-0HrED-I3P88/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gwiYrZewySLWQRx-0HrED-I3P88/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/fmcPLMF4gaM" height="1" width="1"/>http://danaivanpaunescu.blogspot.com/2010/04/despre-spume.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551991354971625845.post-25934941603883202622010-04-19T18:09:00.001+03:002010-04-19T18:11:48.833+03:002010-04-19T18:11:48.833+03:00dana ivan paunescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08535347381389186525noreply@blogger.com0 se spune ca atunci cand bei apa in timpul mesei te balonezi. cand mananci anumite legume sau fructe tot prt faci. adica scoti balonul de aer prin cele doua cai ale corpului, iar in functie de asta mirosul lui este altul. cu multi ani in urma citeam o carte despre prt scrisa de dali si mi-a fost foarte greu sa cred ca el mirosise toate prt-urile despre care a scris. acum inteleg criteriile dupa <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Ag8JfeDXhG1axngnOE-s-vFH7k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Ag8JfeDXhG1axngnOE-s-vFH7k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Ag8JfeDXhG1axngnOE-s-vFH7k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1Ag8JfeDXhG1axngnOE-s-vFH7k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/9LGb5YXIq7c" height="1" 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urcase sa se incalzeasca si sa se apere de ploaie. am gasit-o si am pornit spre prima benzinarie. fiecare a ales ce vroia:  o cafea, un ceai si doua ziare. unul a luat capital celalalt evenimentul zilei, <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/726bUxMrj_QmCg8OWCyoSQb6LCE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/726bUxMrj_QmCg8OWCyoSQb6LCE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/726bUxMrj_QmCg8OWCyoSQb6LCE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/726bUxMrj_QmCg8OWCyoSQb6LCE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/I4uE8D1P-qg" height="1" width="1"/>http://danaivanpaunescu.blogspot.com/2010/02/despre-transformare.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551991354971625845.post-13041008050873990232010-02-09T16:05:00.005+02:002010-04-27T10:42:07.372+03:002010-04-27T10:42:07.372+03:00dana ivan paunescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08535347381389186525noreply@blogger.com0 avem doar 5 ani şi mă jucam afară în curte cu un set nou de oale ăi farfurii, pregăteam masa pentru toată familia. dintr-o dată a început să bată vântul rău şi toate şerveţelele, farfuriile şi oalele mele au fost aruncate de pe masa improvizată de mine pe un scaun. nervoasă că nu mă lasă vântul să mă joc m-am dus la mama să-i spun că "vântul nu mă lasă să ma joc". ea întotdeauna suna la <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n44ZbhjPrh8IQrJBKwa3P6DqSAo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n44ZbhjPrh8IQrJBKwa3P6DqSAo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n44ZbhjPrh8IQrJBKwa3P6DqSAo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/n44ZbhjPrh8IQrJBKwa3P6DqSAo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/QYpNlrDzAzw" height="1" width="1"/>http://danaivanpaunescu.blogspot.com/2010/02/m-am-suparat-pe-vant.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551991354971625845.post-46910713756245420262010-02-07T21:02:00.006+02:002010-04-27T10:42:34.022+03:002010-04-27T10:42:34.022+03:00dana ivan paunescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08535347381389186525noreply@blogger.com0 toate lucrurile lasate neterminate intr-un fel sau altul duc la frustrari. invocarea timpului este doar o scuza si pasarea responsabilitatii cuiva pe care nu-l poti trage la raspundere, pentru ca nu a rezolvat situatia sau ca a rezolvat-o asa cum tu nu vroiai, nu te scuteste de resposabilitate. ai gresit, ti-ai dat seama si nu ai incercat sa repari ce ai stricat se poate transforma in frustrare <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PBT4nK0OOaJkYV9bmYbpDH8_mxc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PBT4nK0OOaJkYV9bmYbpDH8_mxc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a 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<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Je2uliNkTT3Kw9WfNp50XhzoBqc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Je2uliNkTT3Kw9WfNp50XhzoBqc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Je2uliNkTT3Kw9WfNp50XhzoBqc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Je2uliNkTT3Kw9WfNp50XhzoBqc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/-pEprwB6khI" height="1" width="1"/>http://danaivanpaunescu.blogspot.com/2010/02/prea-mult-creeaza-confuzie.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551991354971625845.post-44439246914370111932010-01-12T16:03:00.005+02:002010-04-27T10:46:43.804+03:002010-04-27T10:46:43.804+03:00dana ivan paunescuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08535347381389186525noreply@blogger.com0 emotiile sunt cel mai dificil de exprimat in cuvinte sau pur si simplu nu le gasesti atunci, pe cele mai potrivite. florile sunt strans legate de arta, de frumos, de dragoste si devin simbol pentru diferite evenimente si etape din viata noastra: primul sarut, primul te iubesc, nunta, botez, de ziua indragostitilor, pentru vestirea primaverii, pentru ziua femeii, pentru ziua copilului, pentru <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/veqg_cKzfa9HTqEE7L32mh67r-Y/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/veqg_cKzfa9HTqEE7L32mh67r-Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/veqg_cKzfa9HTqEE7L32mh67r-Y/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/veqg_cKzfa9HTqEE7L32mh67r-Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DanaIvanPaunescu/~4/V7raZTKgPbw" height="1" width="1"/>http://danaivanpaunescu.blogspot.com/2010/01/despre-flori.html