I was alone,I was all by myself
No one was looking, I was thinking of you
Oh yeah, did I mention I was all by myself
All by myself...
All by myself...
All by myself...
I went to your house,but no one was there
I went in your room
I was all by myself
You and me had
Such wonderful times
When I'm all by myself,
All by myself[repeat several times]
Fora slikice...
Evo vidim svi pišu nekoga dijavla o sebi pa san odlučila, eto, i ja….:
My name: Antonija Born: 7. 10. 1991 I live: u jednoj selendarskoj vukojebini na pol otoka, ovo je cestica kojom ja svaki vikend ulazin u moju vukojebinicu...: , a ovo je plaža na kojoj se ja i mimi svako lito kupamo...eh, sjećanje na ljetne dane...: Škola: Klasična gimna My best friends: moja Jele (ove godine je tocno 10 godina od kad se znamo;), my 4T girls (Tea, Tama, Tina & me - Tonka).... Sretan broj: to mi je glupo Naj hrana: ČIPS od paprike, janjetina (praaaava san mesožderka;), makaruni, nutela…. ali naaaajviše od svega obožavan ovu čokoladicu: SAVRŠENSTVO!!! Naj piće: Cedevita, i kad se dobro najedem sa sekom Jelenom smazat jednu pivičicu (Žuju, of course ;) Vrline: uporna, kad za nešto zapnem – to je to, dobra sam u školi, nekad znam dobro nasmijat drugih (pogotovo mimi), …… to je to, rekla sam i PREVIŠE Mane: smotana, nekad iskompleksirana zato jer ja mislim da san premršava iako mi svi drugi govore da sam taman, ali ja sebi OPET izgledan mršavo, nekad isto tako i bez razloga živčena ko pas, KASNIM, lijena sam, mogu previše spat popodne a pogotovo ujutro… (barem za razliku od mimi, ona se diže u 6 i pol svako jutro…), znam se PREzaletit u beštimanju pa to groooozno zvuči;) Živcira me: najviše mimi kad je tvrdoglava, kad popušta svojim ukućanima, umjesto da izrazi SVOJE mišljenje, one glupe kretenske dalmatinske veselice na kojim ja moram bit sa starcima kad svi pivaju one jadne dalmatinske pisme, bahate umišljene ljude koji misle ako imaju novca da mogu sve, škola, učenje, i to što sam na moru, a cijelo ljeto sam osuđena na ovaj glupi komp i TV jer mimi radi po cijele dane od jutra do mraka, e mrzin narodnjaci !!!! Ponosna sam na sebe zbog: prvog mjesta na županijskom iz zemljopisa, zbog toga što sam obukla starke za krizmu, super prošla prvo polugodište, sa svojim novinarkama pomogla udruzi Anđeli Naj rečenica: PUŠTI ME NA MIRU! i ODI ĆAAAAA!! ;) Muzika koju obožavam: Bend koje obožavam najviše na svijetu: ako niste skužili – G R E E N D A Y Other bands k. o. n. n. s. : Blink 182, F. Ferdinand, RHCP, Coldplay, The Killers, Keane, Hladno pivo, Bijelo dugme, Azra, Plavi orkestar, ajme još puuuuuuno…. Best singer: Billie Joe Armstrong Best songs: navedene u Best photos '&' songs Naj album: American idiot (G.D.), Warning (G.D.), EDTS (blink 182), Hot Fuss (The Killers), i BULLET IN A BIBLE, of course!!! Naj film: Ja ću budan sanjati, Dirty dancing, but THE BEST is Cindrella story
<Naj glumac: Chad Michael Murray!!! Naj knjiga: Polusestra, Baskervilski pas, i najnajbolja knjiga ikad mi je ROCK PRIEST! Naj životinje: mimi me zarazila ljubavlju prema životinjama, tako da su mi sve naj osim zmija i buba….brrrrr….. Kućni ljubimac: Papigica Zarić, od milja Ćoko…. Ljubav: fuckin' FREEEEEEEEEE Strahovi: od visine Svoju budućnost zamišljam: daleko od ove vukojebine, sa bendom snimam tamo u nekom poznatom studiju…..eeeee….. da bar
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Ma baš su fora oni sa svojin smišnin lookom....... yeah....
ajme ja van ljudi moji umiren od ove škole.... ubit će me..... u školi se ubijen i kad dojden doma samo spavan.... ja neznan više...... killlllll......... jedva čekan lito! ovoga puta ću definitivno radit. u nekoj pekari. God. Al ajde, bar ću imat svoji šoldi...
u nedilju san bila na krštenju, morala san se obuć šminkerski fuj al nema veze..... neće se ponovit, I hope so.....
Ča još....
Neznan....... aj kiss
Nakon dugo vremena surfala san po GD stranicama..... pa evo jedan personality quiz... i par pjesama..... i slikica.... kissss
Sorrite ali stvarno neman inspiracije za neko dublje pisanje posta...
I was a young boy that had big plans
Now I'm just another shitty old man
I don't have fun and I hate everything
The world owes me, so fuck you
Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me, so fuck you
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimisitic point of view
Wasted youth and a fistful of ideals
I had a young and optimisitic point of view
I've decomposed, and my gut's getting fat
Oh my god I'm turning out like my dad
I'm always rude, I've got a bad attitude
The world owes me, so fuck you
The wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up
I don't have sex 'cause i can't get it up
I'm just a grouch sitting on the couch
The world owes me, so fuck you
"86"
What brings you around?
Did you lose something the last time you were here?
You'll never find it now
It's buried deep with your identity
So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the ass
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try...
Exit out the back
And never show your head around again
Purchase your ticket
And quickly take the last train out of town
So stand aside and let the next one pass
Don't let the door kick you in the ass
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try...
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
There's no return from 86
Don't even try...
"Blood, Sex And Booze"
Waiting in a room
All dressed up and bound and gagged
To a chair
It's so unfair
I won't dare move, for the pain
She puts me through is what I need
So make it bleed
I'm in distress, oh mistress
I confess so do it one more time
These handcuffs are too tight
You know I will obey, so please
Don't make me beg
For blood, sex and booze you give me
Some say I'm disturbed
But it's what I deserve, another lesson
To be learned...from a girl called kill
My head is in the gutter
Thank you sir, strike up another mandolin
Of discipline
Throw me to the dogs
Let them eat my flesh down
To the wood
It feels so good
"On The Wagon"
Sometimes it gets real hard,
And I need some kind of output.
For input twice the size of my one inch mind.
So slap me on the hand.
Put it right back down my pants.
Turn me right around.
Kick me in the ass.
Well today I say sweet things,
But tomorrow,
I'll be making up excuses,
For my actions ‘cuz it's been so long,
Since I've been in love.
That special kind of feeling.
Guess my best excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
Well today I say sweet things,
But tomorrow,
I'll be making up excuses,
For my actions ‘cuz it's been so long,
Since I've been in love.
That special kind of feeling.
Guess my best excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
Well I got no real excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
OH YEAH!
nekad sama sebe tako živciran da je to čudo i minjan raspoloženja iz sekunde u sekundu i tako san živčena zbog sitnica i nekad mi dođe da se ispovraćan od nervoze zbog nekih stvari koje me živciraju da bi nakon 5min skužila da to uopće ni toliko važno i da preuveličavan al svejededno ja se opet zbog iste stvari naživciran i opet preuveličavan i ne moren spat
ko ča je na primjer sad
i nikoga nema da se izjadan
jer niki ne kuži da san živčena
i onda kad planen svi pitaju da ča mi je
neman sriće i gotovo
u ničemu
pokupila san same loše gene
i GOTOVO
ne moren niš