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Something about me :
Name : MATEJA
Born : 1993
Zodiac : RIBE
Family : MAMA, TATA I
DVA MALA MUŠKA
ČUDOVIŠTA
Grade : 8b
Sport : treniram twirling
i mažoret
Hobby : skupljam torbice,
nofce (sve valute)
i igračke po kući
za mojom braćom
Adore : Nightwish
iskren osmijeh,
slatke male stvarčice,
Zvončicu
dok mi braće nema doma,
mala iznenađenja,
dobre i iskrene frendove
Music : osim Nightwisha volim sve
hitove svih metal-grupa,
rock i hardrock,
instrumentale,
uglavnom sve osim
kuruze
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I was born amidst the purple waterfalls.
I was weak, yet not unblessed.
Dead to the world. Alive for the journey.
One night I dreamt a white rose withering,
a newborn drowning a lifetime loneliness.
I dreamt all my future. Relived my past.
A witnessed the beauty of the beast"
Where have all the feelings gone?
Why has all the laughter ceased?
Why am I loved only when I'm gone?
Gone back in time to bless the child
Think of me long enough to make a memory
Come bless the child one more time
How can I ever feel again?
Given the chance would I return?
I've never felt so alone in my life
As I drank from a cup which was counting my time
There's a poison drop in this cup of Man
To drink it is to follow the left hand path
"Where have all the feelings gone?
Why is the deadliest sin - to love as I loved you?
Now unblessed, homesick in time,
soon to be freed from care, from human pain.
My tale is the most bitter truth:
Time pays us but with earth & dust, and a dark, silent grave.
Remember, my child: Without innocence the cross is only iron,
hope is only an illusion & Ocean Soul's nothing but a name...
The Child bless thee & keep thee forever
Opeth - In My Time Of Need
I can´t see the meaning of this life I´m leading,
I try to forget you ass you forgot me
This time there is nothing left for you to take this is goodbye
Summer is miles and miles away,
and no one would ask me to stay...
And I , should contemplate this change,to ease the pain
And I ,should step out of the rain,turn away.
Close to ending it all I am drifting through the stages of the
rapture born within this loss
Thoughts od death inside,
tear me appart from the core of my soul...
Summer is miles and miles away,
and no one would ask me to stay...
And I , should contemplate this change,to ease the pain
And I ,should step out of the rain,turn away.
At times,the dark´s fading slowly,but it never sustains.
Would someone,watch over me,in my time of need.
Summer is miles and miles away,
and no one would ask me to stay...
And I , should contemplate this change,to ease the pain
And I ,should step out of the rain,turn away.
And I , should contemplate this change,to ease the pain
And I ,should step out of the rain,turn away...
Tak, prvo sam metnula ovu sliku pa sam uz nju trebala napisati i post. Ali kak to kod mene već ide, dogodi se ovo pa ono i onda uz sliku nema teksta. Al, sad budemo to ispravili.
Ova mi je slika bila tak slatka da se uz nju baš i ne mora ništa puno komentirati osim.....
pozdrav jednom plavookom dečku....
I tak....jučer sam bila na treningu i sjetim se Trogira prije dvije godine....državno...baš nekak u ovo vrijeme....bilo je supeeeer....tu smo medalja pokupile....
Krenuli smo oko jedan u noći i ne moram reći da smo stigle tamo mrtve umorne....onda smo u Kaštela išle na ručak i navečer stigle u Medenu (to vam je tam blizu - skočiš na tri put do tam), a tam je stvarno bilo....mrak !! Kaj reći...bile smo šest po sobama i to je onda bilo tak zabavno kaj uopće nismo mislile na osnovne stvari....naime, kak smo ušle unutra, ostavile smo ključ unutra u vratima....pa smo se raspakirale....pa opet malo zabavljale....pa izašle van pozdraviti ostale cure....pa je glupi propuih zatvoril vrata za nama. Mi sve stojimo vani, štapovi unutra, Snježana čeka gore u svojoj sobi da još malo probamo, mi se vrpoljimo i.....hvala Ti Bože na našim mamama....moja je odmah digla na noge recepciju, zaštitare, bravare i sl. Onda su oni bokci morali one dugačke ljestve nositi kaj su obili šarapoljke na prozorima, provalili unutra i fino nama gospodičnama otključali vrata.
Dok su svi otišli....ne sjećam se da smo se ikad toliko smijale ko tada. Onda su nam neki domoroci pokušali provaliti slijedeću noć u sobe, a da ste onda vidli naše mame. Valjda su tek zaspale, a mi ih na mob zovemo u njihovu sobu....a one u pidžamama jure do nas.
Mislim, ima toga još, ali bi to bilo predugačko.....Sve u svemu, nigdje nam nije bilo ljepše nego tamo. Je....u Nizozemskoj....ali to je već druga priča....
Jedva čekam Mateychin ročkas....to bude fešta.....
E da, jučer je moj mali brat izjavil da hoće starke !?
Sad se mama snebiva (još jedan u obitelji) i obećala mu je da mu bude kupila dok nađe tak mali broj.....
I poludel je mali za Nightwishom (još jedan u obitelji). Sad on i mama puštaju muziku kaj susedi prozore zatvaraju, a drugi brat i tata polako živčeke skupljaju na hrpu.
Toliko ljudi od mene za sada....
Kissssssss veeeeeeeelikiiiiiiiii sviiiiiiiiiiimaaaaaaaa !!!!!!!!