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I još hrpa drugih ljudi kojima se ispričavam ako sam ih zaboravila spomenuti. Ispravit ću to.
tko želi....
- Ako želite nešto pitati, dati kritiku ili slično pišite na: lady_of_blackness87@yahoo.com ili lady.blackness@gmail.com
O meni...
- * 18 godina
* sarkastična
* teško me je naljutiti
* ne volim: nepravdu, nasilje, sebičnost, pauke
* volim: apstraktno slikarstvo (iako nemam talenta), knjige, obitelj, djecu, prijatelje, Lord Of The Rings, snijeg
Slušam: sve i svašta:
Pearl Jam, U2, REM, No Doubt, Gavin DeGraw, Tracy Chapman, Norah Jones, Macy Gray, Frank Sinatra, Nick Cave, Sting, Enya, James Blunt, Jamie Cullum
....
PISALA SAM O:
Hemingway
Dora Maar i Gala
Edgar Allan Poe
World Press Photo
Ubilački pohod na tuljane
Kloniranje
Indijanski etički kodeks
Čovjek koji trči i trči
St. Patric's Day
Sinatra
Lady Godiva
Money, money
Gospel
Pušenje
Hrvati na Eurosongu
Cherokee
Reklame
Nain Singh i Tibet
Droga
Selo vs. grad
Kompleks naslovnica
Maškare
Amiši
Nazneen
Ulazak u mušku kožu
Kako je Zeus kaznio ljudski rod
Gejše
Plastična kirurgija
Što se događa u Abu Ghraibu?
"Suvremeno" ropstvo u Nigeru
Dan zaljubljenih
Svake minute obreže se 6.000 djevojčica
Rudolph Valentino
Moć medija
Vjerska tolerancija
Što mlađe to bolje
Buntovništvo
Tipovi ličnosti
Gladni i zaboravljeni
Kuba
Space Shuttle Columbia
Prag- Zlatni grad
Emma Bovary
A dog of Flanders
Biti gay ili ne biti?
Dan sjećanja na holokaust
Louis Armstrong Satchmo
Svijet viđen očima liječnika bez granica
"Ratnici podzemlja"
Hipiji
Keiko / free Willy
Izrabljivanje ljudi kao radne snage
Kišni čovjek
Predrasude & Rasizam
Reinkarnacija
Greta Garbo
Mali princ
Gianni Golfera - čovjek koji ništa ne zaboravlja
Dian Fossey
Tajvan
Humphrey Bogart
Maye
Bušmani
Sirene
Atila- Bič Božji
Irska
Laponci
Nove teorije o Jacku Trbosjeku
Djed Mraz je marketinški trik
Frida Kahlo
Sedam svjetskih čuda
Gangs of America
Salvador Dali
Sierra Leone
Martin Luther King
Sharbat Gula- djevojka s naslovnice National Geographica
Uberseksualci
Dan borbe protiv AIDS-a
...
Posjetilo me
različitih ljudi od 15.01.2006.
MOJA ABECEDA:
A- Aragorn
B- Brazil
C- cimet
D- dina
E- elizejska polja
F- fotografija
G- galeb Jonathan Livingstone
H- hamajlija
I- istina
J- Jane Austen
K- kentaur
L- luna
M- magla
N- Nescafe
O- obzor
P- plemenitost
R- rad
S- sjena
T- Tibet
U- unikat
V- vjera
Z- zen
IMAGINE
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 isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
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 Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.
MY WAY
And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I'll say it clear;
I'll state my case of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets? I've had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.
I've loved, I've laughed and cried,
I've had my fill - my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.
For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself - Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.
Yes, it was my way.