ponedjeljak, 31.10.2005.
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hjebem ti manistru...u pm....ispišen post A 4 formata i u pm page cannot be displayed...šmrc...strašnje...
a šta san van pisala?nean pojma... Produljeni weekend?Khm,neš ti stvari,subotu i nedilju san ostala doma,danas bi mogla shmugnit na kafu (smanjila san količine kofeina u kavi sa 6 šalica na 4 i po) bravo ja! :) Napokon san se ćula sa sisterkom,ona je zvijezda pa se ne sitimo jedna druge...hehe...njoj sve 5,kaže da će brzo do šibenika doći....e masu mi je drago,zaželila san je se...onih glupih sestrinskih razgovora koji ti dignu samopouzdanje masu (kad je bila na big brou,rekla san si da uopće nije loše ne imat guzicu (i sve 90-60-90) iz koje vire kosti...eto sad i znate da neman guz ko manekenke :)) sad san ljuta na BLOG i i i nean vishe inspiracije pa baljezgan gluposti NEAN DUVANA VIŠE.......grrrr...... DIJAGNOZA: popizditis totalitis hitnitis posjetitis psihijatritis!! :) UPUTE: pod hitno nabavit luđačku koshulju i smjestit u najbližu ustanovu za abnormalno lude ljude MJERA OPREZA: ne u doticaj sa normalnim ljudima,jer je ludilo prenosivo (za razliku od tičje gripe) .......... iden ća negdi,sist u bas i bacit se prascima,ne,iden iden,pisat novi blogich,za popodne :) pusam vas... ludara brankych evo van malo pa se zabavite:"METRO"-S.O.A.D I'm alone Sitting with my broken glass My four walls Follow me through my past I was on a Paris train I emerged in London rain And you were waiting there Swimming through apologies I remember searching for the perfect words I was hoping you might change your mind I remember a soldier standing next to me Riding on The Metro I was smiling as you took my hand Saw the moon We spoke in France You were passed the shallow words Years have passed and still the hurt You were passed the shallow words Years have passed and still the hurt I can see you now Smiling as I pulled away Sorry I remember the letter wrinkled in my hand "I'll love you always" filled my eyes I remember the night we walked along the Seine Riding on The Metro I remember a feeling coming over me Then the soldier turned and walked away Fuck you for loving me Riding on The Metro |
