IDE MI U ŽIVOTU IDE MIIIII......LOOOL



evo mene iz grada.....malo san se prerano vratila i boli me glava al nema veze.........nisan vidila, mislin jesan samo vidilaheadbang NEKOG lipog.....šmrc.....al zato san i upoznala nekog novog......i to na semaforu...hehe.....stojimo ja i prijateljica i čekamo treću koja je kasnila nekih 15 min i ulete nam dva lika ka mogu li sist s nama......yes...i sili oni......i raspričali se......al nismo se opće upoznali.....sričon ovog jednog znan iz viđenja tako da.......iako je on bezvezan....bolji je onaj drugi.....i tako....močno........i zajeba.....idemo u isti kafić....i posli se nismo ni vidili......sranje.....a nisan ni ''vidlia'' onog hm.......cerek...a šteta.....sve u svemu ništa posebna večer s obzirom na rođendan....mouthwashpartykiss.........ma eto samo to.....tako malo..............sritan mi rođendan..........šešnestinjami


17.02.2007. u 23:33 | K | 5 | P | # | ^


18. 2. mi je rođendan.....hehe


Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one


evo ljudi da se javin nabrzaka.....jer........nesmin na net....ovaj,malo oveči račun telefona je bio.....pa mi je mama pooooooludila i tako..........morala san obečat da neču više na internet......al hm......obečala ja....bang
e ko šta i naslov kaže..........rođendan mi je u nedilju............šešnesti....loool.....party
e da dobila san pet iz matematike nekidan........prvi put.....mislin u srednjoj.....eee.....bravo ja.....i tako bezze....
evo prvi put da opće neman inspiracije.....eto....to bi valjda bilo to....namcorwave


15.02.2007. u 21:36 | K | 0 | P | # | ^


I don't wanna be........


Je je tako je ana..............ana prži tree hill....tako obratite se njoj.....looolkiss
A kako je močna 4. sezona....posve....ima neki novi lik koji je baaaaš sladak i sad oda kao s broke...il tako nešto...mislin da se zove chase...al zaj...je to šta nigdi (skoro) nemogu nać njegove slike.....ko zna odakle su njega skupili....smokin....pa san morala slikat iz same serije....močno....e i šta ja znan....ana uporno sere da su payton i luke odvratni...headbang a meni su baš močni.....puno je bolji par s njon....i još nešto payton saznaje da ima nekog brata......čovječe kako morbidan lik neki....al neću van pričat nabavite sami.....e...pa gleajte....njami...eto samo tako bezze malo,,,,učin umjetnost kao što možete primjetit pa....ono....iden stavit malo slika...namcor
ovo su rukice oh haely i nathana...na večeoj se slici vidi narukvica
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evo ovde se broke ljubi s tin lipin........a nije baš nešto fotoslikičan....cerek
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11.02.2007. u 17:37 | K | 11 | P | # | ^


and i'm wonder am I a part of someone's life when his dreams come true


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There are moments in our lives when we find ourselves at the crossroad. Confused. Without a road map. The choices we make in those moments can change the rest of our days. Of course, when faced with unknown, most of us prefer to turn back.
But once in while, people push on something better. Something beyond the pain of going it alone. And just beyond the bravery and courage to let someone in.
Or to give someone a second chance.
Something beyond the quiet persistence of a dream..........LUCAS SCOTTkiss


08.02.2007. u 20:38 | K | 10 | P | # | ^


.......oko za oko,pasta za zube.....


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A je i ja iman više sriče nego pameti......evo vako....zadnji sat geografija bila i ja nisan imala volje ni pogleat kako se lekcija zove a kamoli naučit....kad odjedanput onaj idiot koga će prvo prozvat nego mene...i ja izašla na ploču blenila neznan beknit....on pita šta smo zadnje radili i eto šta san znala samo naslov lekcije...kiss
i tako ja stojin na nogama i več u glavi vidin onu svoju mater kako mi broji....e kad ti misliš počet učit...lipo si počela....bla bla....i naravno da on meni jedan....a dašta će jadni čovikburninmad
i ja več pop..........odma mi palo na pamet da me mater neče pustit vani ajme meeeni....iđen ja kući i mislin se štaću reć i padne mi napamet da kažen da san dobila i jednu peticu thumbup i naravno jedan jer ipak je sutra sastanak......i došla ja kući več naučila tekst napamet.....namistila ja facu ka da ću zaplakat ako triba i pita mater šta je bilo i ja kažen dobila san 1 i 5 i ona kaže ''PA ŠTA OĆEŠ TO JE 4'' a jebote.............biće bila dobre volje.........sutra joj je rođendan......eeeee........i tako blago meni.....mouthwash a baš san si kewl.................štaću.....eee......loooooolnjami
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05.02.2007. u 14:37 | K | 4 | P | # | ^


......This’ll be the day that I die........



Ajme ljudovi ja taman došla iz grada..............i baš san happy........ajme......bilo mi je strašno dosadno al po koncu se djelo krasi......a na kraju mi je bilo poooosve......aj neću u detalje jer bi neki ljudi mogli skužit o čemu je rič al stvaaaaarno sam si kewl.......kiss..........burninmad.........ma nije ni bitno...............loooolčekmouthwashzijev
ajme mogla bi koju pismu stavit......yes

loooool




03.02.2007. u 23:39 | K | 1 | P | # | ^

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Let me fall even if I hit the ground..
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PUDDLE OF MUDD LYRICS

"She Hates Me"

Met a girl, thought she was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued

in a trapped trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie

She fucking hates me
trust
she fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away

She was queen for about an hour
after that shit got sour
she took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no

In a trapped trip I can't grip
never thought i'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie

[Chorus]

that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did she
now it's over and i'm glad
'cause i'm a fool for all i've said

NEŠTO O MENI


e evo recimo da ja iman 16 god i da san iz sinja.........i tako to....i slušan rock....ma zapravo slušan ja sve....al najviše taj eto rock iako se na mom kompu može nać sve osim cajkiheadbang. a je iman nikotinnamcor
opsjednuta san tree hillom al ima i za to razlog..thumbup
mrzin sapunice i sve šta je na tv-u..osim već spomenutog..e da...mrzin glupe,naporne,umišljene (jer se suprotnosti privlačerofl), dvolične ljude.
slušan: aerosmith, green day, rhcp, beatlese, crvenu jabuku, daleku obalu..i još doosta toga













KLIK OVDEEEEE
ana
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AMERICAN PIE....dio


I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
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