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Ovo je moj blog.Ovdje ja vladam.Ovdje ja pišem.Ovo je samo moje, ali i vi možete dodati pokoju svoju...
P | Passionate |
E | Eccentric |
A | Amazing |
C | Charming |
E | Embracing |
N | Naughty |
A | Astonishing |
a persone once wrote:
"I love people with attitude...people who smile a lot..
People who know that life is amazing even though sometimes it sucks.. "
...and i love being a person like that...
zar ne mislite da je to jednostavno najbolje što možete biti?
ja sam se pronašla u ovoj rečenici....ja se volim smijati puno (pipl hu
nou me nou det), i stvarno mogu reći da imam svoje mišljenje i stav
prema puno stvari, i volim poslušati tuđe tako da ga mogu razraditi...
i isto tako cijenim život iako fakat zna biti pretežak,pretužan
i preveliki teret za moje malo srčeko (lol) i za moj kapacitet
podnošenja svega i držanja toga u sebi.
koliko god ljudi bili jadni, svi uvijek nađu nešto što ih drži
na okupu...i ja to cijenim...
and i know life is a gift.
ali ponekad se zapitamo, oni koji se ubiju to isto znaju,
ali koliko je njima teško bilo ako su to napravili?
a možda su jednostavno kukavice, i prepali su se,
ili su izgubili i zadnji tračak nade,
but i hope i'll never lose that!
...pa, ovo je rečenica u kojoj sam se ja potpuno pronašla,
koja je vaša?
Wish I was,
Too dead to cry.
My self-affliction fades.
Stones to throw,
At my creator,
Masochists,
To which I cater.
You don't need to bother,
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther,
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'till it bleeds.
Wish I was,
Too dead to care,
If indeed I cared at all.
Never had a voice to protest,
So you fed me,
Shit to digest.
I wish I had a reason,
My flaws are open season.
For this I gave up trying,
One good turn deserves my dying.
You don't need to bother,
I don't need to be you
I'll keep slipping farther,
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'till it bleeds.
Wish I'd died,
Instead of lived.
A zombie hides my face.
Shell forgotten with its memories;
Diaries left,
With cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother,
I don't need to be.
I don't need to be.
I'll keep slipping farther,
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'till it bleeds.
You don't need to bother,
I don't need to be you
I'll keep slipping farther,
But once I hold on,
Once I hold on,
I'll never live down my deceit.....
(da ne bi bilo da plagijatiram, ovo su rijeći Stone Sour - Bother )
..samo mi je to u glavi...samo mi je riječi pašu i opisuju sve ...
evo novi post u momentu kad sam se domogla podmuklo interneta
tako da vam čestitam sve šta se čestitati mora sad, u jednom...
uživajte mi u praznicima, iskoristite ih da se napijete,
da odete na kavu sa prijateljem s kojim se dugo niste vidjeli,
da pomognete mami malo pa da bude sretna,
pogledajte milijun filmova i
nabacite par kila!
...voli vas vaša
peacena...
P.S. naslov nema veze sa postom,ali sam to morala napisati...
had to do it....sorry..
post jednostavno zbog blagdana mora biti HAPPY !!
P.P.S.evo nešto cakano da pogledate
be happy
ali morate pogledati...my evil eye shall know if you didn't!
..--..ljudi ne shvaćaju da toliko nanose bol
ljudi ne znaju koliko to boli
ljudi ne znaju za taj osjećaj
ljudi jednostavno ne shvaćaju to..--..
evo jedna pomalo horror pričica koju napisah u 1.raz,pa zaboravih
na nju...sad sam našla u papirima s takvim stvarima, pretipkala,
i eto...objavljujem...na eng. je jer je u biti bila zadaća napisati neku
priču....moja se naravno..puno razlikovala od ostalih
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It was a day just like all others. Nothing seemed to be different.
Eliza was studying as always, but then something strange happened...
A stone appeared from nowhere on top of her history book.
As curious and surprised she was she took it in her hands to observe it.
The moment she took the stone it turned in a weird kind of purple
and she felt dizzy so she closed her eyes for a moment.
When she opened her eyes she found herself in a wooden
cottage dressed in a weird old-fashioned white dress.
She was very frightened and confused;
a moment ago she was in comfort of her room,
now she is in a strangely familiar wooden cottage.
She remembered where she saw that cottage;
it was on one of the pictures in her book!
Suddenly a man went in also dressed in a weird outfit,
but his was all black. He started yelling at her that they are late,
why is she still there. He took her hand and started running,
thanking her for accepting the task, saying that the people
are very grateful for her sacrifice, and that they will
remember her with respect. She was trying to stop,
but the man grabbed her firmly, so she couldn’t run away.
She asked what he is talking about; they must have confused
her with someone else that she didn’t accept anything;
she doesn’t know what he is talking about!
Then the man started yelling at her how she could say something like that,
that she can’t not remember the promise, she is obligated now,
and she can’t just start talking nonsense like that, and he started
running even faster. She noticed that they are headed to a hill,
where she saw a big crowd of people all looking at something,
expecting something... As they were getting up the hill she saw
what people were looking at, it was a shiny guillotine.
She connected the facts and realized that the guillotine was meant for her.
She remembered what she read in the book, that was a ritual people used to
do in the 9-th century that they believed would protect them from evil goods
and wars. They used to sacrifice an innocent young girl, and burn her body after
the decapitation. She started screaming an pulling her hand, but she couldn’t rip
it out from the firm grip of the man’s hand. He put her head on a guillotine,
and people kneed and started praying.
She was crying out of desperation. She looked on the ground and
saw that weird stone again. She grabbed it and started rubbing it;
in the same time that man prepared the guillotine and started
saying some scary words towards the sky. The stone tuned purple again.
The guillotine was released at the moment she found herself back in her
room dressed in her good old PJ-s. She was still crying, but now it was a happy cry.
She never mentioned what happened to her to anyone.
She got an A from her history quiz.
Her life was normal ‘till the day she died of old age in the warm brace of her bed.
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there...was it good?
i could say my life is gettin better.
Samo još da uspijem popraviti 3 jedinice i biti će WONDERFULL
*grades grades grades!!*
very very important...svi to morate znati sad ovog časa i ni momenta više!!
..-+-idem si zapaliti cigaretu-+-..
weeeeeeeeeee!!
meni je dosadno.ajo0Oj.
ahajde dobro...proći će.
di sam stala?aha.da
cigareta.
idem.
evo, već sam u WC-u
pozzz pipl...
The Horrorist - Crackers
Even though I tell you a story, I tell you something not
Even though you think you know, you're not something good
And when the world starts to twirl and to twist and bleed
Everything that I will teach you will be everything you'll need
Shadows that we live in, come from the light of darkness
Or light that never burns, or blind you with its brightness
See the way that black, shines through a tunnel
And feel the new coldness as the new world rumbles
Blood and the gods, come together above us in the sky
Mothers of our brothers and our fathers wilt and die
Fearless and brave, we stand in the face of death
Where we know, where we'll go, is better than where we left
Even though I tell a tale, I tell this one is not
For you see I see the future and the future I see not
Like a bird without its wings twisting on the floor
A cat will come and take its life and bring it out that door
So as you know I should have been able to figure out
That door is open and guess what? I am all about
Blood and the gods, come together above us in the sky
Mothers of our brothers and our fathers wilt and die
Fearless and brave, we stand in the face of death
Where we know, where we'll go, is better than where we left
Jako mi se svidja...
Ali definitivno njegova meni najbolja pjesma je One Night In NYC
...techo je, i to najbolji techno koji sam ikad čula!
.......