LeT's RoCk!!!
27.03.2006., ponedjeljak
Danas je bio mormalan dan...niš posebno u školi....kao obično ...jedino su me zabavljali Ivana(ona se uvijek smije hahahah),Marina i Slaven ...bila sam na engleskom...tak nikaj posebno sam se dogovaramo da bi išli na pizzu ili neš slično u petakako nejdemo bit ću ljuta .Baš nema nikaj za radit osim zadaće koju sam iz dosade napravila nekim čudom.Bila sam na tv-u...izgledala sam munjeno...napravila sam tam neku glupu facu i lažni smješak užas...no ajd bok...hehehehe...paprikaš(ivanina munjena ali pomalo smiješna fora) |
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    Hej ljudi...zovem se Marta i idemu 7.razred osnovne škole I.G.Kovačića,volim mačke,Jamesa Bonda,rock,soul,blues,jazz,hranu...pa to sam ja ukratko   slatka patkica eto male ankete: "What a Wonderful World" I see trees of green Red roses, too I see 'em bloom For me and for you And I think to myself What a wonderful world. I see skies of blue Clouds of white Bright blessed days Dark sacred nights And I think to myself What a wonderful world. The colors of a rainbow So pretty in the sky Are also on the faces Of people going by I see friends shaking hands Sayin' how do you do They're really sayin' I love you. I hear babies cry I watch them grow They'll learn much more Than I'll ever know And I think to myself What a wonderful world The colors of a rainbow So pretty in the sky Are there on the faces Of people going by I see friends shaking hands Sayin' how do you do They're really sayin' I love you. I hear babies cry I watch them grow You know they're gonna learn A whole lot more than I'll ever know And I think to myself What a wonderful world Yes, I think to myself What a wonderful world. Zagreb,Zagreb Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today I want to be a part of it – be a PURGER These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray Right through the very heart of it – Zagreb,Zagreb I want to wake up in a city, that won't make me go to sleep And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap These big town blues, are melting away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old Zagreb If I can't make it there, I'll won't it anywhere It's up to you – Zagreb,Zagreb Zagreb,Zagreb I want to wake up in a city, that'll make me sleep To find I'm a number one, head of the list, Cream of the crop at the top of the heap. These little big blues, are melting away I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old Zagreb If I can't make it there, I can't make it anywhere It's up to you – Zagreb,Zagreb Parodija pjesme od Franka Sinatre "New York,New York" |
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