subota, 03.06.2006.

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subota ye.... daklem... biya bi red da neshto napishem...rolleyes a neam blage shta...

tolika mi ye zbrka u glavi od svega!!! shkola,,, vrime,,mater...

samo čču rečč da idučči tyedan pishemo 5 fakin kontrolnih!!!headbangheadbangheadbang a yosh imam ispravit latinski, odgovarat cilo polugodishte hrvatski, odgovarat fiziku..... ma poludiččču...
a ya bi sad trebala ka ono uččit yer mi ye sutra rodici priččest... a meni se nedaaaa... i nemogu si pomočč!!!
neznan.... tyeshi me samo to shta imamo yosh samo 11 dana do kraya.... a dotad.... a yebiga. dotad čču se pržžit..nut

enivey....bila sam sinočč na onom radiyskom festivalu u trogiru...
ma, sranye na kvadrat.... al meni ye bilo predobro!! hehe rofl progurali smo se u prvi red. ya sam zgurala onu diččicu sa ograde i lipo se popela. derali smo se i pivali na svaku pismu samo shta ye prblm biya shta nismo znali niti yednu!! tako da smo samo zavrshavali zadnye slogove... hehe... ma enivey... bilo ye preyebeno...
a kako smo se yosh iscerili kad ye vlatka pokos zamalo trusla u onom shtiklicama... ayme umrla sam od smiya...


ovih dana cilo vrime pyevushim the tropper od maidena.... kako ye ta pisma y e b e n a!!! ma prepreodliččna ye...
evo i ričči:



The Tropper
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.

The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.

The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall.

We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.

We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.

And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan.



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e da.. i da ne zaboravim... yosh yeanput fala grungegrrrl na postu o temple of the dog!!

pozz lyudovi!!



***yosh 115 dana do koncerta PEARL JAMA***
***yosh 11 dana do kraya shkole***


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