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...Fallen angel...or not...
...Najžešća hajdukovka...
...hrvatica...
...Fifi...
...mirelaaa...
...puklo me!...
...butterflyich....
...maJa...
...divljakushe...
...tornangel...
...I need love...
...martina...
...ana...
...i ovo su dva bloga purgera, al predobri su i morate ih posjetit...
...tri ubojita...
...maximirstreet2...
...i to su samo neki....
...brzo ću napisat još cool linkova...
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Iman... 17 ipo godina
Iden... u 3. razred
Slušan.... sve osim metala, techna i tih sranja... Slušan uglavnom strano, a i narodnjake ( zadnje vrime pogotovo) !!!Ne slušan one teške seljačke cajke, al ima stvarno lipih pisama koje su mi predobre i koje obožavan slušat... I to je to....
Cool pisme (u ovom trenu)... luda san za pismon Pumpaj od Funky Biznissa, onda Smack that, Pratim te, Jeebena, I wanna love you, Wiseman, Wind it up, Fergalicious, Wait a minute, Neoprostivo, Pile, Tata, 1 razlog, Prelijepo da bi trajalo...ima ih mali milijon...
Pjevači... Akon, James Blunt, Sean Paul, TOŠE PROESKI, Robbie Williams...
Pjevačice... Rihanna, Fergie, Gwen Stefani, Mariah Carey...
Grupe... Greenday, Pussycat Dolls, No Doubt (iako više ne postoje), Funky Bizniss, , Evanescence...
Gledan... obožavan horror-komedije ka naprimjer Mrak filmovi (svi nastavci), drame, a još uvik se rasplačen i na vječni Titanic...
Horoskop... rak, vrlooo osjećajni rak....
Klub... navijan za HAJDUK i to žestoko!!!!
*HAJDUK ŽIVI VJEČNO*
Volin.... izlaske, dobre ljude, muziku (velik dio mog života), pisat blog, pisat dnevnik, pisat pjesme, pisat svoju drugu knjigu po redu (valjda ću je brzo dovršit), gledat Mtv, iskrenost, momke, svoj digitalac, mp3, zimu, zabavu, engleski, malu dicu, majmune, palačinke, pizzu, čokoladu, SHOPPING, bolera...
Mrzin... umišljene, lažljive, tupave, osobe, dvije dotične osobe iz mog razreda, no ima ih i malo više, salatu i sl., mlijeko i sl., lignje, gljive, sebe nerijetko puta, tajice, knjigovodstvo, ljubomoru, lito, rano dizanje (grrr...), njemački...
Boje... obožavan crnu, lila, babyblue...
Velika želja.... da napokon dobijen psića!!!mmm, al ne smin...šmrc,šmrc...
Stil odijevanja... pa uglavnom casual,volin se uredit (ka sve ženske), al nije to ništa drastično, ko u nekih mojih poznanica... Obožavan vječne rebatinke, uske majice i nakit (šta više to bolje, ali ni u ludilo u šarenim bojama!!)...
Iman.... dvi sestre, jednu stariju i jednu mlađu, al velika mi je želja imat brata, naravno, ta želja je neostvariva....kmeee
Kućni ljubimci... tri ribice, zovu se Bruka, Ždero i Polpeta, čudo šta već nisu krepale, vodu minjan svake prijestupne... i nedavno krepali hrčak Čupka i hrčak Gricko, kojeg je moja «draga mamica» poklonila susidi bez mog dopuštenja... šmrc... nadan se zecu ovaj Uskrs...
eee, kupila san ga za Uskrs, zove se D.J. p!nky...Bijel je i ima roze uši i roze oći....vjerovali ili ne...hih...
I...šećer na kraju...najzgodniji momci...Toše Proeski, Ivano Balić i Kaka. Ja mislin da nisu potrebna objašnjenja...hi hi... jednostavno su S A V R Š E N I !!!
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The Sweet Escape
-Gwen Stefani feat. Akon-
(Woo-who, yee-who)
If I could escape
I would, but first of all let me say
I must apologize for acting, stinking, treating you this way
Cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor
It's your fault you didn't shut the refridgerator
Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold
If I could escape
And re-create a place as my own world
And I could be your favorite girl
Forever, perfectly together
Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
If I could be sweet
I know I've been a real bad girl
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
Forever, we can make it better
Tell me boy, Now wouldn't that be sweet?
Sweet escape
(I wanna get away, to our sweet escape)
You let me down
I'm at my lowest boiling point
Come help me out
I need to get me out of this joint
Come on, let's bounce
Counting on you to turn me around
Instead of clowning around for some common ground
So baby, times getting a little crazy
I've been getting a little lazy
Waiting for you to come save me
I can see that you're angry
By the way the you treat me
Hopefully you don't leave me
Want to take you with me
If I could escape
And re-create a place as my own world
And I could be your favorite girl
Forever, perfectly together
Ttell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
If I could be sweet
I know I've been a real bad girl
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
Forever, we can make it better
Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
Sweet escape
(Woo-who, yee-who)
If I could escape
Cause I've been acting like sour milk fell on the floor
It's your fault you didn't shut the refridgerator
Maybe that's the reason I've been acting so cold
If I could escape
And re-create a place in my own world
And I could be your favorite girl
Forever, perfectly together
Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
If I could be sweet
I know I've been a real bad girl
I didn't mean for you to get hurt
Forever, we can make it better
Tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?
Sweet escape
(Woo-who, yee-who)
(I wanna get away, to our sweet escape)
Unfaithful
-Rihanna-
Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
cause it seems that wrong
really loves my company
He’s more than a man
and this is more than love
the reason that this guy is blue
the clouds are rolling in
because I'm gone again
and to him I just can't be true
and I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
and it kills him inside
to know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer
I feel it in the air
as I'm doing my hair
preparing for another day
A kiss up on my cheek
He's here reluctantly
as if I'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hanging with the girls
A liar didn't have to tell
Because we both know
where I'm about to go
and we know very well
cause I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
and it kills him inside
to know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer
His trust
I might as well take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this
Anymore (anymore)
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be...
a murderer (a murderer)
No no no no
Yeah yeah yeah
Smack That
-Akon feat. Eminem -
I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh.
Up front style. Ready to attack now.
Pull in the parking lot slow with the lack down.
Convicts got the whole thing packed down.
Step in the club. The wardrobe intact now.
I feel it. Go on and crack now.
Ooh, I see it. Don't let back now.
Im'a call her. Then I put the mack down.
Money? No problem. Pocket full of that now.
I feel you creepin', I can see you from my shadow.
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo.
Maybe go to my place and just kick it, like Taebo.
And possibly bend you over.
Look back and watch me
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore
smack that, oooh.
smack that, all on the floor,
smack that, give me some more,
smack that, 'till you get sore,
smack that, oooh.
Ooh! Looks like another club banger.
They better hang on.
When I throw this thang on.
Get a little drink on. They goin' flip.
For this Akon shit. You can bank on it.
Pedicure, manicure, kitty cat claws.
The way she climbs up and down them poles.
Lookin' like one of them Pretty Cat Dolls.
Tryna hold my woody back through my drawers.
Steps off stage, didn't think I saw her.
Creeps up behind me and she's like, you're -
I'm like, yeah I know, let's cut to the chase.
No time to waste. Back to my place.
Plus from the club to the crib's like a mile away.
Or more like a palace, shall I say.
And plus I got a pal. Every gal is game.
In fact he's the one singing the song that's playing!
Lepi grome moj
-Ceca-
Bio si moja nevinost i greh, moja trema
Na usnama od suza krvav trag, kad god te nema
Veći ti strah i moje ludilo,dal odlaziš il ipak ostaješ
Sad je sve, sve između nas, samo hoćeš – nećeš
REFREN
A, sećaš li se lepi grome moj
Nekada je tlo pod nama pucalo
Srce je u srcu kucalo
Ma reci gde je zapelo
Sećaš li se lepi grome moj
Pila sam ti kišu sa ramena
Još sam tvoja munja, oganj tvoj
Udari opet grome moj
Bio si moj oslonac i pad, ono ime
Koje sam zvala kad ceo svet zaboravi me
Veći ti strah i moje ludilo,dal odlaziš il ipak ostaješ
Sad je sve, sve između nas, samo hoćeš – nećeš
REFREN
Evo zapeni more, zapeni sve u meni
A ti i ja ko dva maslačka što se vrte u istom penu
Što ih vuče na dno
REFREN
Neodoljivo
-Indira Radić-
Dugo nisam čekala zoru
Na muškom ramenu
Dugo nisam imala nikog
I nemam nameru
Da budem tvoja
Tek radi reda
Da ti u srcu budem gost
Da budem tvoja
Tek da bih rekla
Kako sam prekinula post
Dugo posle njega
Nisam nikog ljubila
Dugo posle njega
Nisam se usudila
Da budem s nekim
Za kojeg ne znam
Ni koju boju košulje
Voli da nosi
Kaži mi ko si
Jer ovo s tobom plaši me
REFREN x2
Neodoljivo me podsećaš na njega
Dok te gledam mogla bih da predam
Srce svoje ko po navici
Neodoljivo me podsećaš na njega
Samo ne znam da li mi to treba
Još me bole stari ožiljci
Dugo nisam rasplela kosu
Na tuđem jastuku
Zato sa mnom imaj strpljenja
Jer znaj da ne mogu
Da budem tvoja
Tek radi reda
Da ti u srcu budem gost
Da budem tvoja
Tek da bih rekla
Kako sam prekinula post
Dugo posle njega......
REFREN x3
Ej ljudofi.... Evo ja se malo zaželila svog blogicha, pa odlučila napisat nowi tost... Ovih san dana dobre volje... Hmm, jel to moguće.....( ? )
Ugl. tila san vas malo komentirat priko informatike u školi (jer je ovaj moj net užaaasaaan i prespor, pa se uvik iživciran dok ostavin samo jedan komentar), al čini se da tamo nemogu ništa radit a da neko ne «njuška» oko mene i ne pita «a šta ti to radiš»... Niko ne zna (bar se nadan!) iz mog razreda adresu mog bloga, osim jedne cure kojoj san jedva rekla... Glupo mi je šta i ona zna, jer na blogu pišen sve i svašta i želin da to bude moja osobna stvar i da za njega znaju samo ljudi koje NE poznajem...Al dobro...
... maturanti su odavno otišli... škola je preprazna... jedna my friend se zanimala za jednog maturanta i sad je pretužna.... a šta se tiče ocjena.... bolje ne komentirat... ništa ne učin i tako... al sva srića ispravila san knjigovodstvo, iz kojeg san tribala ić na popravni... bravo ja!!! Nikad dosad nisan išla na popravni i nadan se da neću, ne želin upropaštavat lito bez veze...Ne daj Bože!
Jedino me spašava šta se po cile dane u školi zaebavamo, pa mi bar nije dosadno... Uvik se nešto događa oko moje klupe... npr. donesemo milijon lakova za nokte, pa se lakiramo.... šminkamo se...Ja peglam kosu.... (uh, moja kosa je prestrašna priča... Inače mi je ricava (blago), al ja nemogu podnit ni jednu kovrču na svojoj kosi, pa je peglan sto puta na dan! Svi se čude, al šta ću im ja...)... Usto slušamo mp3, ne tračamo NIKAD, al tu i tamo komentiramo neke osobe(a tu uvik ima materijala)...
Šta se tiče subote... Išli smo na jedno misto (neću reklamirat...) na cajke... Ma dobro, nisu bile samo cajke, mješavina cajki i domaćeg...Ugl. dobro smo se isplesale, izludirale, ja san ostala bez glasa... Inaće ja mrzin plesat i neznan plesat, al eto... Momci su bili OK, iako su bili dosta stariji....hmm.... I ne ne, nije bilo pucnjava, razbijanja čaša (iako san ja jednu slučajno bacila od pod...), striptiza po stolovima i slično, šta prepisuju noćnim klubovima di se puštaju cajke... ne ne...not not ...
Ajme ne znan šta mi je danas, stalno nešto čistim... U sobi mi ne može bit jedna mrvica na podu, sve mora bit cik-cak... Uzhas! To me s vrimena na vrime često uvati...
Ala brale šta san se raspisala!!! A da ja stanem??? Bilo bi dosta, a? Yes, yes...
E josh samo veliki TNX za anchi koja mi je objasnila kako stavit slike... Ja sam malo smotana za to, pa mi je tribalo objasnit... hi hi...
Ae, poZZdravljam vas puNNo!!!!!!