<?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-8499277565296834052</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:43:20.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take this broken wings and learn to fly again</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-2082933782217588776</id><published>2007-02-25T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T06:24:52.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dem Idols</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s175.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid175.photobucket.com/albums/w159/Lil_Dancin_Girl/MOV00334.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Пак от същото състезание,само че друг танц ,който се казва Dem Idols.Надявам се да ви радват,както мен.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499277565296834052-2082933782217588776?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2082933782217588776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=2082933782217588776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/2082933782217588776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/2082933782217588776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/dem-idols.html' title='Dem Idols'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-2142948890561187458</id><published>2007-02-24T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T06:22:05.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s175.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid175.photobucket.com/albums/w159/Lil_Dancin_Girl/MOV00332.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Добри са!Това е от Съботното състезание(24.02.2007) в зала Сердика.Това са част от хората от The Center,където ходя на хип-хоп танци.Взеха първо място.Това са момчетата ,който според мен се представиха блестящо!Имайте в предвид ,че на живо изглежда много по-добро.Не може да се сравни,това да ги гледаш на живо и на клипче.Усещането е съвсем различно! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499277565296834052-2142948890561187458?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2142948890561187458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-5728580729139106876</id><published>2007-02-10T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:25:13.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All or Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/Rc2PAqPD_kI/AAAAAAAAABU/hloNAhGYiwc/s1600-h/Save+the+last+dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/Rc2PAqPD_kI/AAAAAAAAABU/hloNAhGYiwc/s320/Save+the+last+dance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029833600342949442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt; It's the chance of life, get ready, set, fly high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Above the fear of your mind, go for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hit or miss, too late for you to quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gotta show 'em how bad you really want this, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gotta work to get the green, on your hopes you must lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;From your fears, you have to wean yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all or nothing, give your everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Are what you believe, you got to bring the dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Set the pace, competitions take the lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is it, all eyes on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So stay on point and prove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;that you deserve whats long overdue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gotta work to get the green, on your hopes you must lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;From your fears, you have to wean yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all or nothing, give your everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;My heart is still recovering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;From the heartbreak of another kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm still drying my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Getting over my own fears in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So I wanna make sure this time that I'm strong enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;To give it my all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gotta work to get the green, on your hopes you must lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;From your fears, you have to wean yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all or nothing, give your everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gotta work to get the green, on your hopes you must lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;From your fears, you have to wean yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all or nothing, give your everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;You gotta work to get the green, on your hopes you must lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;From your fears, you have to wean yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's all or nothing, give your everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So you gotta live your dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So don't you be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just set the pace, and take the lead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's your time to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Please believe&lt;/span&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/8499277565296834052-5728580729139106876?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5728580729139106876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=5728580729139106876' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/5728580729139106876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/5728580729139106876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-or-nothing.html' title='All or Nothing'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/Rc2PAqPD_kI/AAAAAAAAABU/hloNAhGYiwc/s72-c/Save+the+last+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-3442501277513746966</id><published>2007-02-08T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T16:04:46.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Поредният ден</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/Rcsjv6PD_jI/AAAAAAAAABI/icwB81eUFmY/s1600-h/Summer_Breeze_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/Rcsjv6PD_jI/AAAAAAAAABI/icwB81eUFmY/s320/Summer_Breeze_by_larafairie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029152714882547250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Най-после  дойде мъничката,но хубава ваканция.Вярно само четири дни,но съм благодарна и за тях.Колко е хубаво от време на време да се изолираш от училището.Да обърнеш внимание на приятелите си с който през учебно време рядко се виждате.Малко да обърнеш внимание и на себе си.Да направиш нещата за които нямаш време принципно.&lt;br /&gt;Цял ден седя в нас с цел да си се поглезя.Направих си хубава закуска с яйца и препечени филиики.Взех си една вана ,като си сложих пяна чак до тавана.Пуснах си филмче,което исках да гледам отдавна.Останах много доволна.Изведох кучето с още едно и двете животинки се скъсъха да си играят.Пих кафе с майка ми и си поговорнихме...за всичко,което не си бяхме говорили през последните дни.&lt;br /&gt;Седнах на компютара,разходих се из интернет пространството,посетих няколко форумчета и накрая стигнах до тук.Реших да споделя деня си с моето вярно приятелче-блога.Винаги ме изслушва...жалко,че рядко имам време да говоря с него.Сега чакам да стане 17:30 и да потеглям към залата.Чакам като отида там отново да навлека широкия си рапърски анцуг и тениска и да започнем да танцуваме.Да се забавлявам до безкрай.Ох толкова се радвам,че открих тези танци,наистина ми помогнаха в много отношения.А и се запознах с наистина добри и интересни личности,коя от коя по различна.А времето навън е страхотно.Едно топличко слънчице,даже ти става и горещо.Прекрасен ден,само това мога да кажа!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499277565296834052-3442501277513746966?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3442501277513746966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=3442501277513746966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/3442501277513746966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/3442501277513746966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_08.html' title='Поредният ден'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/Rcsjv6PD_jI/AAAAAAAAABI/icwB81eUFmY/s72-c/Summer_Breeze_by_larafairie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-5030775009470102329</id><published>2007-02-05T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:43:17.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Гореща сълза,появила се след раздяла.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/RceIyloZScI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NtEWRgrK4d8/s1600-h/rainy_day_too.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/RceIyloZScI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NtEWRgrK4d8/s320/rainy_day_too.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028137911658826178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Приятелството е наистина нещо красиво.А когато то е истинско е още по-велико нещо.Никой не може без приятели и това всеки един от нас го знае.Ала заслужавали си да се доверяваме на хората.Дори на тези които са ни се доказали,че държат на нас.Заслужава ли си да градим нещо с някой човек,след като един миг....една секунда може да разруши всичко градено до сега.Една дума,едно действие може да пречупи приятелството и то никога да не се закрепи.Никога да не бъде същото.&lt;br /&gt;Трябва ли да се привързваме към някой хора,да ги мислим за страшно добри приятели,след като ни наранят,не можем да се възтановим дълго време.Страдаме заради тях...измъчваме се...и дори да сме виновни или невинни,те да не ни приемат извиненията.Тогава какво следва?Какво ще стане ако едно истинско приятелство приключи за миг?Това означавали да не се доверяваме на никого вече?Или просто да имаме само познати.Да не позволяваме на хората да достигна до сърцето ни и да се превърнат в наши приятели.Защо толкова се опитване да намерим истинското приятелстово,след като то може да бъде прекъснато...това ме навежда на мисълта,че тогава то не е било истинско(защото казват ,че истинското приятелство може да превъзмогне всичко).Или просто това е поредния мит,дори и истинското приятелство не може да надмине някой проблеми.Което пък ме навежда,че живота ни залъгва.Показвани хубавите си черти,след което с гръм и трясък ни показва на какво лошо е способен.&lt;br /&gt;Аз лично страшно много ценя приятелите си,но в последно време почвам да се съмнявам в това.Хората около мен започват да правят страни изцепки,които са неприлични за тях.Съвсем разлини изглеждат вече...не мога да ги позная.Какво става?Вече и приятел не може да намери...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499277565296834052-5030775009470102329?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5030775009470102329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=5030775009470102329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/5030775009470102329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/5030775009470102329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Гореща сълза,появила се след раздяла.'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/RceIyloZScI/AAAAAAAAAA8/NtEWRgrK4d8/s72-c/rainy_day_too.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-1051093213232423915</id><published>2007-01-10T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T15:28:18.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7-те неща,които не знаете за мен.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/RaV2i0dZpoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fx__8N-uERo/s1600-h/happy_blonde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/RaV2i0dZpoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fx__8N-uERo/s320/happy_blonde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018547700343875202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Продължавам инициативата...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Първото нещо,което незнаете за мен е ,че съм живяла до 2 клас в Монтана.Родена съм в София,но тъй като майка ми е има трудности да ме гледа,защото е учила и работила ме е дала на баба да ме гледа,докато си стъпи на краката.Та до 2 клас учех в Монтана.И трябва да си ви кажа,че си ми беше перфекно.Училището близко,блока ми е точно пред една градинка,която беше перфекното място за изживяване на детството.Мога да кажа,че имах едно красиво и изпълнено с весели игри,смях,сълзи...детство.От всичко по малко имаше.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Незнаете,че имам куче.Порода голден ретривър,вече на 4 години стана.На 25 декември има рожден ден.Казва се Голди,голям сладур е!Страшно много го обичам и не мога да си представя,че някой ден няма да е до мен.Винаги когато се замисля над това почвам да плача.Не мога да си представя,че ще се прибера в нас и той няма да ме  посрещне,махащ с опашка,радващ се да ме види.Няма да легне по гръб и да иска да го почешам.Боли ме като се замисля,че ще дойде този момент.Ужасно много ме боли...защото ужасно много си го обичам.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Обичам да мечтая.Обичам да си се представям в дадена ситуация.Когато хлътна по някого обичам да си представям каква двойка бихме били.Или пък слушам някоя песен и обичам да си мисля,как бих танцувала на нея.Мисля,че зацепихте за какво говоря.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Страшно обичам да наблюдавам Луната.Ей така с часове мога да си седя.Просто да я гледам,както и тя мен.Да се опитвам да видя по добре извивките й...всякъш да я опозная.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Бих искала някога да ида на Луната и да погледна към Земята.Както до сега съм гледала все към нея,изведнъж да се озова на Луната и да погледна към родната ми земя.Ала надали някога ще стане...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Понякога има моменти когато си въобразявам,че целия свят е против мен и дори най-безобидно скарване с приятел ме подтиска до толкова,всякъш че сме се скарали за нещо наистина сериозно.Въобразявам си понякога,че ме избягват някой хора,което всъщност не е така...сложно е за обяснение.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Когато плача ми е тежко,ала след това се успокоявам...премислям нещата...и мога да взема правилно решение.Сълзите ми помагат да не боли толкова.И най-важното което е за тази точка.Преди месец за първи плаках от радост.Дори сега като го пиша пръстите ми потреперват като се сетя.Дядо ми беше в болница на тежка операция и след нея майка ми го беше видяла.Разказа ми как като идвал към нея и прошепнал "Прегърни Вели от мен".После я прегърнал силно нея и единствено казал "Обичам ви".И още неща ми разказваше и аз просто от радост плаках...беше неописуемо чувство.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Хайде сега ако искаш и ти си напиши 7 неща,които не знаем за теб. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499277565296834052-1051093213232423915?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1051093213232423915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=1051093213232423915' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/1051093213232423915'/><link 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type='text'>Изхвърленото мече...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/098/1/1/bear_by_ohhdahhling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/098/1/1/bear_by_ohhdahhling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Беше обяд и аз се разбрах да изляза с едни пряителки.Качих се на маршутката и  пътувах към красна поляно.Както си седяш и слушах музика,погледнах към отсрещната спирка и видях нещо,което наистина ме натъжи.Едно пухено мече беше изхвърлено на пътя.Колите го прегазваха,като цялото беше сътанало кално и мръсно.&lt;br /&gt;Никой не го беше грижа за него.Никой не го взе да го премести.Незнам защо,но това страшно ме натъжи.То седеше там само отритнато от всички,прегазвано от колите.А преди е било на някое дете,обгадено с обич и грижи.Това мече е било нечия любима играч,с която някое дете си е играло постоянно.А сега...изхвърлено на пътя.Съвсем само,нямащо кой да го избави от зловещите коли...от суровия свят.&lt;br /&gt;Това ме накара да се замисля,така ли става и с нас...когато някой има нужда от нас ,той е до нас,ала когато вече не му трябваме за нищо,той ни отритва,изкхърляни,пренебрегва ни.Прегръдките и целувките изчезват,остава само нищото,едно пълно нищо,разяждащо ни лека-полека...трябва ли да постъпваме така един с друг,дори и с едно мече не е правилно.По-добре да го дадеш на някое друго дете,ако вече си пораснал,за да си играеш с него или не го харесваш,итколкото така да го изхвърлиш.Това показва,че си забравил едно време колко обичаше това мече...и  какво беше то за теб.&lt;/span&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/8499277565296834052-2759554763289570200?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2759554763289570200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=2759554763289570200' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/2759554763289570200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/2759554763289570200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_03.html' title='Изхвърленото мече...'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-5775242998655512961</id><published>2007-01-02T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:24:49.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All  Good Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/RZrL738weEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aYMatBqJSdI/s1600-h/nomoretears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/RZrL738weEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aYMatBqJSdI/s200/nomoretears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015545364521973826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Honestly what will become of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;don't like reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's way too clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But really life is daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We are what we don't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Missed everything daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Traveling I only stop at exits&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Young and restless&lt;br /&gt;Living this way I stress less&lt;br /&gt;I want to pull away when the dream dies&lt;br /&gt;The pain sets it and I don't cry&lt;br /&gt;I only feel gravity and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Well the dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dogs were whistling a new tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Barking at the new moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoping it would come soon so that they could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Die die die die die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;Flames to dust&lt;br /&gt;Lovers to friends&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to end?&lt;br /&gt;come to an end come to an&lt;br /&gt;Why do all good things come to an end?&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/8499277565296834052-5775242998655512961?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5775242998655512961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/RZrL738weEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aYMatBqJSdI/s72-c/nomoretears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-2626333755532091173</id><published>2006-12-28T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T05:27:12.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Пост без заглавие...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Седя си вчера аз с в нас и си тананикам една песничка от танците ми и си мисля как утре(днес) ще си отида вечерта на танци и ще си се накефа максимално.Ала какво става?!Майка ми заява че сме на рожден ден на детето на чичо ми от 18:30.Естествено пак се скарахме,тъй като се опитах да и обясня,че от цяла седмица ги чаках и са важни за мен.Тя както виаги се направи,че разбира ,но ме задължи да отида на рождения ден.Понякога просто не мога да я разбера.Оправда ми се,че щяла да бере срам,ако не отида,защото всички са щяли да питат къде съм.Струва ми се глупаво...вярно дъщеря на чичо ми е,ама за кво да хода.Ще сме в някво "Барбарони",като детски кът и тя си играе с другите деца,а аз ще седя с родителите.И кво да си кажа с тях?Да си говорим за новата песен на Lil' John или за сладкия Виктор,с който се запознахме на танците и се оказа,че сме в един квартал.&lt;br /&gt;Просто мразя когато попадам в такива ситуации.Просто...пфу...много ме е яд!Ненавиждам,когато се държи така с мен...пренебрегва мойте виждания и т.н..."но тя е винаги права,нали е родител...бля бля бля!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499277565296834052-2626333755532091173?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2626333755532091173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=2626333755532091173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/2626333755532091173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/2626333755532091173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_28.html' title='Пост без заглавие...'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' 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Понякога сънищата ми са хубави и искам да не се събуждам...възможно ли е това.Да заживея в някой хубав сън и да не се събудя.Не е...за жалост.&lt;br /&gt;Понякога просто не искам да се връщам в тази реалност,прекалено е сурова...не е за мен...&lt;br /&gt;Като се замисля,в съня си можем да бъде това което искаме,да постигнем лесно това което желаем.Може ли да заживеем в един красив Сън?Трябва ли да се връщаме в реалноста?Всички знаем отговора на въпросите,но понякога ги отричаме и мислим в  обратното.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8499277565296834052-5574273169077452483?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5574273169077452483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=5574273169077452483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/5574273169077452483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/5574273169077452483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_26.html' title='Искам да заспя...'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3NcJtsV9S4c/RZJptk54O_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/X6LvIzM-Hfk/s72-c/______Bored_summerGirl_________by_crystalphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-146434257333627872</id><published>2006-12-26T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T05:29:02.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Всички тези подаръци...нужни ли са ни?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Как става тоя номер?Коледа идва и под някакво дръвче се появяват подаръчета за всеки от семейството.Нужно ли е да си подаряваме подаръци само на един ден?Нужно ли е въобще да си подаряваме подаръци за да покажем,че се обичам.Вярно,че искаш да зарадваш хората които обичаш,но има много други начин да се зарадва някой човек и да му покажеш,че го обичаш.Защото в един момент купуването на подаръци става начин на измъкване от душевните задължения.От разговорите със семейството,от съветите които даваме...от взаимоотношенията по между ни.Има хора,които са с мислене,че щом купя подарък на някой,може да си спестят разговорите с него в продължение на месеци,даже и година.Има такива за които подаръка е много важен...ако не получи това,значи че човека който трябва да му го подари,не го обича.Правилен ли е този начин на живот.Трябва ли някакви материални неща да изместят всичко между хората?&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/8499277565296834052-146434257333627872?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/146434257333627872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=146434257333627872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/146434257333627872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/146434257333627872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='Всички тези подаръци...нужни ли са ни?'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8499277565296834052.post-4629249391598072536</id><published>2006-12-26T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T03:58:40.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trina-Don't Trip-песента обсебваща деня ми.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt; Go by the name of Weezie F.&lt;br /&gt;An fuck em out the belly store with ten bags?&lt;br /&gt;Fly as a mutha fucka girly on my staple&lt;br /&gt;Cause her friends say I'm a tummy sucker&lt;br /&gt;Don't go below the navel&lt;br /&gt;I'm up in Lil Hatti&lt;br /&gt;I'm blowin on Jamaica&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the pimp a beemer&lt;br /&gt;I'm with a salt shaker&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in Dade County&lt;br /&gt;I see some thick bitches&lt;br /&gt;I try to holla at em&lt;br /&gt;But they all trick bitches&lt;br /&gt;I think Trina sexy&lt;br /&gt;Mama ya wine fine&lt;br /&gt;And on the hush hush&lt;br /&gt;We need some quiet time&lt;br /&gt;Yea I'm a ridah ma&lt;br /&gt;The Birdman's boy&lt;br /&gt;He own CA$H MONEY&lt;br /&gt;I pre-own CA$H MONEY&lt;br /&gt;Yea and I put her on CA$H MONEY&lt;br /&gt;She start wobblin that ass for me&lt;br /&gt;She start modelin&lt;br /&gt;She see the models in the Maybach&lt;br /&gt;She call me Weezie F. Baby&lt;br /&gt;And she make sure she say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Lil' Wayne]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a fly nigga baby yea I don't trip&lt;br /&gt;Just give em lil thigh?&lt;br /&gt;Mama give em lil hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Trina]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you see a fly bitch&lt;br /&gt;nigga holla don't trip&lt;br /&gt;Break her off a few dollars&lt;br /&gt;Take her on a few trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Lil' Wayne]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give em lil thigh&lt;br /&gt;Mama give em lil hip&lt;br /&gt;Then you give em Lil' Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Give em a lil nip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Trina]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you see a fly bitch&lt;br /&gt;Nigga holla don't trip&lt;br /&gt;Break her off a few dollars&lt;br /&gt;Take her on a few trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2nd Verse: Trina]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm the daughter of a madam&lt;br /&gt;Inside of a pink phantom&lt;br /&gt;If ya man got that cash&lt;br /&gt;Then best believe I met him&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm sharp as a machete&lt;br /&gt;And I cuss like crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Niggas call me Betty Crocker&lt;br /&gt;Cause my cakes stay plenty&lt;br /&gt;Got stacks on top of stacks&lt;br /&gt;I'm cuppin' a meal ticket&lt;br /&gt;No matter the consequence&lt;br /&gt;My emphasis is to get it&lt;br /&gt;It's Trina Weezie F. Baby&lt;br /&gt;Manny handle the scripts&lt;br /&gt;It's all reminiscent to&lt;br /&gt;Gladys Knight and The Pips&lt;br /&gt;All my niggas jump around&lt;br /&gt;Girls jump on that dick&lt;br /&gt;It aint gonna be no standin around&lt;br /&gt;Now lets get crunk in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;And ladies&lt;br /&gt;Show em yo shit&lt;br /&gt;A lil hip a lil thigh&lt;br /&gt;More pleasure for the eye&lt;br /&gt;And the more a nigga try&lt;br /&gt;You can find me stretched out&lt;br /&gt;In my 850i&lt;br /&gt;Or my big 600&lt;br /&gt;Believe Trina done it&lt;br /&gt;Believe them diamonds studded&lt;br /&gt;Stay flooded like a damn&lt;br /&gt;Chase grams cause I am what I am&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a damn&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[3rd Verse: Trina]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the lesson at hand&lt;br /&gt;Stick to my plan&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to seein man after man&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a damn about his car or his friends&lt;br /&gt;Wh Wh WhWhat&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna make my on ends&lt;br /&gt;That's WhWhat's up&lt;br /&gt;Ladies lets say you want a man&lt;br /&gt;But don't kno how to do it&lt;br /&gt;Dirty dance with em&lt;br /&gt;Put a lil back into it&lt;br /&gt;Look at yo wall shorty&lt;br /&gt;End up at the mall sporty&lt;br /&gt;Try to dog waddy?&lt;br /&gt;Make em spend it all on ya&lt;br /&gt;Yep and make that nigga ball for ya&lt;br /&gt;Then have him beggin for that kitty kat&lt;br /&gt;Wining and dining for that ass&lt;br /&gt;Give him none of that&lt;br /&gt;Just let him kno&lt;br /&gt;Say make a bitch rich&lt;br /&gt;Cause the badest bitch taught you that&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/8499277565296834052-4629249391598072536?l=wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4629249391598072536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8499277565296834052&amp;postID=4629249391598072536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/4629249391598072536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8499277565296834052/posts/default/4629249391598072536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wings-of-dreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/trina-dont-trip.html' title='Trina-Don&apos;t Trip-песента обсебваща деня ми.'/><author><name>Lil' Dancin' Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01664925187790736026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://tn1-5.deviantart.com/fs8/150/i/2005/287/2/1/My_All_Stars__by_porypananeila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
