ladouce2005
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Re: vrojtime
Fjale, fjale, fjale dhe vetem fjale...pafund!
Get a life! /pf/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif
Fjale, fjale, fjale dhe vetem fjale...pafund!
Get a life! /pf/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif
vrojtime
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ana karenina
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Re: vrojtime
Sa vjen e me teper i besoj asaj teorise sipas se ciles jemi te lumtur/gezuar ngase buzeqeshim, dhe jo e kunderta /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif Eshte kaq i thjeshte mengjesi, mendimet, deshirat e gjithcka tjeter kur beson se ke forcen dhe di si te kujdesesh per veten sesa kur i perket anes tjeter te medaljes, bindjes se fiziku s'eshte gje tjeter pervecse pasqyrimi i gjendjes shpirterore!
Sa vjen e me teper i besoj asaj teorise sipas se ciles jemi te lumtur/gezuar ngase buzeqeshim, dhe jo e kunderta /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif Eshte kaq i thjeshte mengjesi, mendimet, deshirat e gjithcka tjeter kur beson se ke forcen dhe di si te kujdesesh per veten sesa kur i perket anes tjeter te medaljes, bindjes se fiziku s'eshte gje tjeter pervecse pasqyrimi i gjendjes shpirterore!
ameba
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Re: vrojtime
tani nuk e mbaj mend kush e ka (ose ka pas)nje firme qe thoshte: "An object is as strong as it weakest point"...
vertet qe ka qene firme WOOOOOW .... Jo si "Ema" qe me sa vrojtoj une me eshte bere pluhur e shkreta... ca ke ti teta Edukatorja ??? /pf/images/graemlins/confused.gif
tani nuk e mbaj mend kush e ka (ose ka pas)nje firme qe thoshte: "An object is as strong as it weakest point"...
vertet qe ka qene firme WOOOOOW .... Jo si "Ema" qe me sa vrojtoj une me eshte bere pluhur e shkreta... ca ke ti teta Edukatorja ??? /pf/images/graemlins/confused.gif
Re: vrojtime
Kohet e fundit kam arritur ne perfundimin qe per te mbijetuar ne kete bote bastarde duhet ti pertypesh nja ca gjera, duhet te kesh shume durim, duhet ta besh "nje sy qorr e nje vesh shurdh", duhet te jesh shume elastike
Dreqi e mori, me vjen keq ta them po nuk duhet te jesh vetvetja
Kohet e fundit kam arritur ne perfundimin qe per te mbijetuar ne kete bote bastarde duhet ti pertypesh nja ca gjera, duhet te kesh shume durim, duhet ta besh "nje sy qorr e nje vesh shurdh", duhet te jesh shume elastike
Dreqi e mori, me vjen keq ta them po nuk duhet te jesh vetvetja
ameba
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Re: vrojtime
</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
Gjergji ik se do te fus i grusht /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif!
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/pf/images/graemlins/wub.gifSec kam nje parandjenje qe do harrosh deri kur te vish ne Atdhe kete premtimin ti .... /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif
</font><blockquote><font class="small">Citim:</font><hr />
Gjergji ik se do te fus i grusht /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif!
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/pf/images/graemlins/wub.gifSec kam nje parandjenje qe do harrosh deri kur te vish ne Atdhe kete premtimin ti .... /pf/images/graemlins/wub.gif
ana karenina
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Re: vrojtime
Dikush e ka kutine e pm've full e pa e zbrazur nje fije nuk hedh e pres dot /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Dikush e ka kutine e pm've full e pa e zbrazur nje fije nuk hedh e pres dot /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
Re: vrojtime
i live in a world where there r supermodels and suicide bombers. i'm still the same person i was as a child. all that i had was my internal world, the intimacy of safe spaces. the world has been and is a shock to me. the world that is shown is in my face, seriously how is it that bad? images jump out at me from photo albums, newspapers, magazines and my camera.
eyes become desensitisited, how can ART compete with being a consumer, we are communicated 2 thru desire everyday.
the superficiality of beautiful nothingness, the obsession with our hair and how we are seen. 2 reveal the right pre-ordered of self.... i dont want 2 b an ironic artist, i want to show my soft side.light inspires me...... and colour is my world...
spaces of awkawardness, seeing a feeling on some1s face when they r convinced that no1 could c the innermost vulnerability, that escaped in a moment. 2 catch a glance of secret sadness, uncertainty, hopelessness, forgotten childhood magic......
WHAT was it like to b a lil girl???
tree spirit is dying, all the breathin' beauty we are surrounded by is slippin' away... DONT BLINK, OR YOU COULD MISS IT ! ! !
when is a lil girl pretty enough??? little girls dont care about being pretty as they are busy being!!!!
Dream boys in the sky... imagine worlds... real and grounded drawings in the sky... where dreams sleep...
vulnerability is in the eyes and in FACES! 2 b lying next 2 some1, so close that their face is a little blurred. 2 feel a pressing weight and 2 b crushed...
2 b ok in some1 else's space (in love) is maybe what its all about...
I paint 2 make sense of my internal and external world.
thanks4reading
i live in a world where there r supermodels and suicide bombers. i'm still the same person i was as a child. all that i had was my internal world, the intimacy of safe spaces. the world has been and is a shock to me. the world that is shown is in my face, seriously how is it that bad? images jump out at me from photo albums, newspapers, magazines and my camera.
eyes become desensitisited, how can ART compete with being a consumer, we are communicated 2 thru desire everyday.
the superficiality of beautiful nothingness, the obsession with our hair and how we are seen. 2 reveal the right pre-ordered of self.... i dont want 2 b an ironic artist, i want to show my soft side.light inspires me...... and colour is my world...
spaces of awkawardness, seeing a feeling on some1s face when they r convinced that no1 could c the innermost vulnerability, that escaped in a moment. 2 catch a glance of secret sadness, uncertainty, hopelessness, forgotten childhood magic......
WHAT was it like to b a lil girl???
tree spirit is dying, all the breathin' beauty we are surrounded by is slippin' away... DONT BLINK, OR YOU COULD MISS IT ! ! !
when is a lil girl pretty enough??? little girls dont care about being pretty as they are busy being!!!!
Dream boys in the sky... imagine worlds... real and grounded drawings in the sky... where dreams sleep...
vulnerability is in the eyes and in FACES! 2 b lying next 2 some1, so close that their face is a little blurred. 2 feel a pressing weight and 2 b crushed...
2 b ok in some1 else's space (in love) is maybe what its all about...
I paint 2 make sense of my internal and external world.
thanks4reading
Re: vrojtime
thanks4writting
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Dje vesha pantallonat e shkurtra te cilave u mungon kopsa ku mberthehen ne mes. mjaftohem me zinxhirin. Vura re njollat e bojes. Pantallonat nuk vishen me, lere se kopsen qe mungon e nxjerr jashte loje me nje rrip. Por keto jane bojra vaji, dhe ka te verdhe, roze dhe te kalter mbi pantallonat. Kisha harruar. Nje dite sa hyra ne shtepi nxora nje telajo, nxora penelat, tubetat e vajit...pikturova dhermiun. Ashtu sic e mbaj mend. Atje tutje duket sheplla e pirateve...punova shume ore, deri sa nata nata ma vodhi driten...nuk e mbarova dot.
Ka kaluar 1 vit fiks. Frymezimi im per te pikturuar ka qen me pak se Zero ket vit. "Dhermiu" eshte ne dhomen time, ende i paperfunduar. Penelat me jane thare, i harrova ne ballkon. ne fillim erdhi shiu, pastaj era, debora, akulli, dielli.
Nje dite duke baritur neper ballkon ia futa nje shqelm atij kavanozit ku ishin penelat.
Muajin e fundit kane mbetur shtrire ne mes te ballkonit si ushtare te vrare, dhe nuk me ka ardhur keq per ta.
Kur te frymezohem (dhe ju e dini se musat nuk komandohen dot), kur te me vije frymezimi, do ta mbaroj "Dhermiun". Ndoshta do nis te pikturoj dicka tjeter.
Kam nje kartoline qe e gjeta ne poste nje dite dhe e kam ruajtur. Eshte nje portret femre. Vetem ajo kartoline m'i ka cuar penelat ne mendje gjithe keta muaj.
E di se nje dite do ulem te pikturoj ate femer. ndoshta pa e mbaruar "Dhermiun" me pare.
thanks4writting
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Dje vesha pantallonat e shkurtra te cilave u mungon kopsa ku mberthehen ne mes. mjaftohem me zinxhirin. Vura re njollat e bojes. Pantallonat nuk vishen me, lere se kopsen qe mungon e nxjerr jashte loje me nje rrip. Por keto jane bojra vaji, dhe ka te verdhe, roze dhe te kalter mbi pantallonat. Kisha harruar. Nje dite sa hyra ne shtepi nxora nje telajo, nxora penelat, tubetat e vajit...pikturova dhermiun. Ashtu sic e mbaj mend. Atje tutje duket sheplla e pirateve...punova shume ore, deri sa nata nata ma vodhi driten...nuk e mbarova dot.
Ka kaluar 1 vit fiks. Frymezimi im per te pikturuar ka qen me pak se Zero ket vit. "Dhermiu" eshte ne dhomen time, ende i paperfunduar. Penelat me jane thare, i harrova ne ballkon. ne fillim erdhi shiu, pastaj era, debora, akulli, dielli.
Nje dite duke baritur neper ballkon ia futa nje shqelm atij kavanozit ku ishin penelat.
Muajin e fundit kane mbetur shtrire ne mes te ballkonit si ushtare te vrare, dhe nuk me ka ardhur keq per ta.
Kur te frymezohem (dhe ju e dini se musat nuk komandohen dot), kur te me vije frymezimi, do ta mbaroj "Dhermiun". Ndoshta do nis te pikturoj dicka tjeter.
Kam nje kartoline qe e gjeta ne poste nje dite dhe e kam ruajtur. Eshte nje portret femre. Vetem ajo kartoline m'i ka cuar penelat ne mendje gjithe keta muaj.
E di se nje dite do ulem te pikturoj ate femer. ndoshta pa e mbaruar "Dhermiun" me pare.