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Vlasnice bloga:
Hono&Inchi&Zitach
Hono u ljetnoj avanturi...
Cveki, Ines i Zita na konziju....
friends... Ines, Hono, Zita, Vasilj, Ladan i Marta...
Hono&Zita&Vale
Zita&beba.. hihi
Neki fora blogači:
Paraziti
Bojki&Andrea
Keka&Matea
Ivor
Anuska
Mirnek
Ladan
Idach
Tomek
Marin
Vaxsysl
I nekoliko lijepih fotki...
Shot at 2007-08-11
Shot at 2007-08-11
Shot at 2007-08-11
Shot at 2007-08-11
OASIS-WONDERWALL
Today is gonna be the day
That they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do about you now
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day?
But they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow
Realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead to you were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me ?
And after an
You're my wonderwall
Said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
CRANBERRIES-ZOMBIE
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...
Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.
It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...
PINK FEAT. INDIGO GIRLS-DEAR MR. PRESIDENT
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
T.a.t.u-30 minutes
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of time
To decide
Do we run?
Should I hide?
For the rest
Of my life
Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose
We could fail
In the moment
It takes
To make plans
Or mistakes
Thirty minutes, a blink of an eye
Thirty minutes to alter our lives
Thirty minutes to make up my mind
Thirty minutes to finally decide
Thirty minutes to whisper your name
Thirty minutes to shoulder the blame
Thirty minutes of bliss, thirty lies
Thirty minutes to finally decide
Carousels
In the sky
That we shape
With our eyes
Under shade
Silhouettes
Casting shame
Crying rain
Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose
We could fail
Either way
Options change
Chances fail
Trains derail
Thirty minutes, a blink of an eye
Thirty minutes to alter our lives
Thirty minutes to make up my mind
Thirty minutes to finally decide
Thirty minutes to whisper your name
Thirty minutes to shoulder the blame
Thirty minutes of bliss, thirty lies
Thirty minutes to finally decide
To decide
To decide, to decide, to decide
DALEKA OBALA-KURVE
Stvari se polako vraćaju na mjesto
ovako nešto se ne događa često
premda, priznajem ponekad pretjerujem
i nekud otplovim sam
i tad slike izblijede sve
i tad zatvaram se u sebe
i tad nisi mi potrebna
kazaljke i dalje krugove crtaju
umijesto zvijezde kišne kapi na grad, padaju
prazno mjesto u mom krevetu sjeća me
bila si tu
tko zna, kuda si otišla
tko zna, zbog čega se ne vraćaš
tko zna, sve piše u zvijezdama
još jučer poljupcima mi smo se borili
i dodirom smo jedno drugom tajne otkrivali
što se dogodilo, gdje je ta kap što je
prelila čašu, što te natjeralo da odneseš
sve što sam volio, a tebe sam volio
sve što sam sanjao, a tebe sam sanjao
ma zar sam pogriješio što sam se smijao
kad su mi govorili da sve su žene kurve
Kad bi zauvijek zaspao ovaj grad
kao u bajci, prekriven trnjem i travama
Sve dok se ti ne vratiš, a vretit ćeš se znam
i sve dok tvoja ruka ne dotakne moj dlan
DOK ME NE ZAGRLIŠ
DOK ME NE POLJUBIŠ
DOK ME NE ZAGRIJE TVOJ DLAN
GAVIN DeGRAW- I DON'T WANNA BE
I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son
I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one
Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been tryin to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn
am I the only one who's noticed
I can't be the only one who's learned
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
Can I have everyone's attention please
if you're not like this and that
You're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountains
the crust of creation
My whole situation made from clay dust stone
and now I'm telling everybody
I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I've peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I gotta to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I DONT WANNA BE...
I DONT WANNA BE...
I DONT WANNA BE...
I DONT WANNA BE ANYTHING...
ANYTHING OTHER THAN ME...
I don't wanna be...
I don't wanna be a dick head
bla bla
Ziher se pitate čemu ovaj naslov?!!...sad ću vam ja ispričati kaj se dogodilo...
Napokon smo dočekali kraj 6. sata i svi sretni krenuli malo prozujat u grad... I tak hodamo Marta, Anita, Ines, Hono i ja po ulici kad odjednom neke trebe dolete i onak malo odgurnu Ines...
Ines, po svom običaju nabaci komentarčić, ali niš uvredljivog, kad li se jedna od cura okrene i Ines ravno sa šakom u facu... mi smo ostale onak paf jer čovjek nemrem belivit da cura može tak neš napravit.. i niš odu one dalje i za manje od 5 min mi stojimo ispred slavoluka i kad se stvori odjednom 7 treba i krene naguravanje koje je loše pošlo po Marti koja se nije željela spuštat na njihov nivo pa ima nije vratila (joj bome neznaju kakve su sreće imale)...
uglavnom jedno opuštajuće zujanje po gradu pretvorilo se u sranje..nadam se da će svi to ubrzo zaboraviti...
e pa dosta je bilo o tome, da se malo osvrnem na događaje u školi...
ko što svi znate, već je prošlo 2 tjedna otkad je škola počela i već su krenula ispitivanja i prvi testovi...
kaj se tiče razreda već znate da smo ostali bez cvekija, čajde, šekija, perlića i baste al zato smo dobili jednu super super curu iz siska zvanu Petra (ili Pero) koju već svi jako volimo...
...profesore nesmijem spominjati da slučajno ne dobim ukor, ali sve je po starom, osim par novih profa..
Kaj se tiče atmosfere na satu... ah ah... malo preveć je smeha... Hono, Ines, Vale i ja fkt znamo se malo zanjet pa se deru na nas ... hehe.. šta'š kad imamo inspiracije...
Ines i ja smo predsjednice vijeća i borimo se za lokere u školi pa drž'te nam fige da uspijemo..
i tak.. e da ne zaboravim: poseban pozdrav mojoj najboljoj odbojkaškoj partnerici Nives koja mi se stalno žali da ju nikad ne spomenem u postovima pa evo Nives dio posta posvećen je samo tebi..hehe
niš, idem ja zujat malo na msn...
ljudi, budite mi i dalje veseli, gladni, nasmijani, debeli, čaknuti, pijani, sretni, zaljubljeni la di da... i ostavljajte nam puuuno komentarčeka :)))
zita vas sve voli (osim iznimka)...
Veeeelika pusa ide: INES, HONO&BORISU, CVEKIJU, VALE, MARTI, ANITI, PARVTIŠU, PETRI, KOKI, LADANU, IVANI, KEKI, MATEI, ANDREI, VASILJU, ŠKORI., NIVES I naravno PERLIĆU!!.. sry ak sam nekog zaboravila...
uživajte... do čitanja!!! mah-mah
So,3.9. (zar već?). Datum koji za nas predstavlja završetak ljeta,kraj odmora,uživanja...i početak nove nastavne godine.
Koliko god svima bilo mrsko,na žalost i to je moralo stići. A pošto drugačije nejde najbolje je da prihvatimo tu činjenicu i iskoristimo to kako najbolje znamo te krenemo u nove pobjede.
Eto,dns smo se ponovno svi okupili na jednome mjestu gdje su nas sat i više vremena gnjavili onim podacima i pravilima koja ionako nitko ne poštuje. Kako mi,tako ni profesori. Ali eto,važno da se to čita,a poslije ionako vrijedi ona,pravila postoje zato da bi se kršila.
I tako,od ove godine u razredu je 5 učenika manje,i to sve dečki otišli. uf,bogme neće biti kao prije..na žalost.
Ugl,nakon tih formalnosti tipa čitanje kućnog reda i bisernog rasporeda sati složenog od strane našeg najdražeg profesora Ivana (srednje ime Biser) Iveca te cuge u scoutu,Zitko i ja smo krenule u pohod na našu premilu metropolu zvanu Zagreb.
Znate kako to ide,prvo se drndaš pola sata u busu,a ispred tebe neki dečec u crvenoj limited edition ferrari vesti koji izlaže svoje stavove o najnovijem ekšn muviju ili nečem sličnom. No ti ga ionako ne slušaš,već si zaokupljen osjećajem sreće jer nisi još ništa pojeo.
Dobro,kad napokon izađeš iz busa i shvatiš da se tlo ustvari ne miče,odeš na tramvaj.
Eee,tamo pak velik dio energije moram usmjeriti na to da se ne onesvijestim od omamljujućeg smrada znoja u zraku koji se svako malo pomiješa s vjetrom kojeg netko ispusti smijući se poslije kiselim izrazima lica ostalih putnika. Onda se usput još jednom zahvalim Bogu što nisam ništa pojela...
Ah,kad napokon stupim na asvalt najprometnije ulice u gradu,ostatak energije i spretnosti ulažem u to da ne završim kao žrtva stampeda pogažena potpeticama od 700kn koje jure k`o da će smak svijeta. Svi nekamo žure,guraju se,i uvijek imam feeling da ja jedina idem baš u suprotnom smjeru od svih ostalih. Ali ok,proguraš se nekako i preživiš sve to. Pošto to umori čovjeka,tj ,mene barem,Zita i ja smo odlučile negdje sjesti i popiti nešto.
I naravno,pošto smo to ipak Zita i ja,od 200 kafića na i oko trga mi uspijemo sjesti u jedan koji nema ni kave ni sokova,već samo nekakvih extra-super-freaky smoothie-ja. Kad nam je konobar to objasnio,rekla sam jbg,ne da mi se sad bježati u onaj birc do pa da me lik čudno gleda. I ok,da probamo nešto novo,naručimo mi 2 ta čudesna napitka.
Izgledalo je to fino,neloše...ali kad sam probala nisam znala je li gore to što mi se mozak pretvorio u kocku leda ili to što sam morala usrkavati k`o krepil da bi to uopće prošlo kroz slamčicu. Brijem da je to izgledalo kao da imam napadaj.
The magical potion
Još mi lik dođe kasnije i pita me jel` mi se svidjelo...heh,rekla sam da je bilo savršeno,nisam ga htjela povrijediti
i tako,Zitko i ja smo kupile nešto knjiga,ona si je našla i super shuze,baš su fensi.
Tako da kad smo sve obavile,krenule smo nazad prema svom tad već najljepšem i najdražem Smb-u. čudesno je kako je malo potrebno da ga opet zavoliš,jel` Zitko?
Sve u svemu,zanimljiv prvi dan...
Uf,evo nadam se da će ti ovo biti dosta za čitanje
ništa,pozdravit ću vas sad jer imam osjećaj da je postao predugačak ovaj post.
Pusa Ziti,Inchi,Borisu i maloj Anushki i ostalim curama iz društva liječenih alkoholičara ,Vasiljku ofkors i Perli našem dragom
E da,i za kraj moram staviti ovog bedastog smajlija jer je jednostavno toliko bedast da...moram ga staviti
hehe,sad je mir....
Bok ljudovi!