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Owako.mallo o meni..wolim:- Osobe…ne mogu wjerowati da postoje, ali postoje…znam par primjera…=)
-sladoled zimi…mmm…kako je to ugodan osjechai, samo shto ga je jaaako teshko nachi zimi…=(
-glazbu…nezz shto bih bez nje….Linkin Park, Simple Plan, Fall Out Boy, Blink 182…iss…owisna sam o tome..
-powrche…da, WEGETARIJANKA SAM…nezz zkj to ljudima smeta… pa shto ako ne jedem meso? Hm? Kakaw je to problem u zadnje wrieme postao? I moram li imat neki razlog zashto sam to postala? Ne moram…toe smao moi problem, ne wash…
-Megich….dushu dala za njega.. Sladoled, pomfrit, colaaa, razne pitice, tortice itd., itd., itd. …Zadnji komentar= MMMmmmm….
-shminku… Obozhawam ju…wolim se shminkati i wolim druge shminkati…o daaa…
-fotografiju…umjetnichki tip sam….shta mogu? Zato i wolim likowni…=)
-zimu…omg…preselila bih se na Aljasku, tamo je wjechiti snieg….toooo…=)
-emache…iss…kako su preeeslatkiii…..omggggg……<3<3<3
-indigo stil, opchenito…ajme…nezz kai bih bila da nisam indigo..
-MOJE FRENDOWE…kako was woliiim……<3<3<3<3…swe do jednog…=)
-swoi mobiteeel…nezz kai bih bez njega…xDD…
-swou mamu….ajuuuj..tu bih se mogla raspisati…koliko ta zhena ima energije, wolje i zhelje…ajuuj…sad mi se plache…nezz kai bih bez nje…
-iskrene osobe…koe ne muljaju…ne lazhu…a takwi su rietki…
-posebne osobe…koe nisu obichne, wech koe imaju swoi staw, koe izgledaju ili se ponashaju drugachie od ostalih…obozhawam takwe osobe…<3
A mrzim…: -licemjere…ubila bih ih swe…>=(
-jednu osobu…iz dna dushe…zowem tu osobu Zlo…jer je…utjelowljenje zla….fuj…
-ljeto…prezirem iz dna dushe…stalno je toplo, sparno…dosadno i usamljeno…fuuuj…MRZIM LJETOOO….arghhh
-sebe..tu nechu puno pisati…nemam wishe shta rechi…MRZIM SE…
-kurwe…tj. cure koe se tako ponashaju i oblache..zhiwot mi se zgadi kad ih widim…
-wannabe ljude koi ne znaju gdje im je mjesto, wech se pretwaraju da su neshto shto nisu…takaw je swaki drugi…fuj…bljak….(isprichawam se, idem se zbljuwati…xD)
-loshe odjewene ljude…tj., ne toliko takwe ljude, wech one koi se ne znaju obuchi u skladu sa swoim godinama i izgledom…najzheshchi su mi oni koi imaju ochito wishka kila, a oblache broi manje hlache ili josh gore, mrshawe cure koe misle da izgledaju taaaako super u onim poluprozirnim bijelim hlachama, sa CRNIM tangama koe wire…issseee…daj se ubite, PREKLINJEM WAS….
-i josh par stwari, all ne zhelim sad o tome…xD..no offense…
Sad mallo o meni:
Ja sam slomljeno, neshwacheno, ljuto, self-hating biche koe se ne mozhe podnijeti…TRAZHIM: osobu koa che me podnijeti…i woljeti..onakwu kakwa jesam…A takwog nema…chak i da ima, ja sam preslijepa da ga widim…
Umjetnichka sam dusha…wolim pisati, crtati, chitati…izrazhawati se na swakakwe nachine..ne wolim se isticati…nikako…radie zashutim nego da iem se buniti ill nesht josh gore…All ne wolim kad mi neko sere po glawi…onda se bunim i grizem, tuchem, pljujem i pitai Boga shto wishe ne…
Najdrazha mie knjiga: „Lovac u žitu“…J.D.Salinger…lik je legenda…nezz kako netko mozhe napisati takwu knjigu koa ME TOLIKO DOBRO OPISUJE…ne mogu wjerowati…kao da me lik poznawao, premda je napisana prie nego sam se rodila…
Najdrazha boja mie crna…kad mie takwa dusha…wolim i ljubichastu i zelenu…hehe…
Najwishe wolim ENGLESKI…obozhawam ga….fkt ga wolim..jaaaaako…
Iem u Opchu gimnaziju u Dugo Selo…i ok mie… Premda bih promienila par stwari, all nea weze…
Josh mallo pa chu napuniti 17 godina…o Bozhe….
INDIGO sam…nishta wishe…
I wegetarijanka sam…=)…bez posebnog razloga…
Dragi moji!
Moram vas obavjestiti da nažalost idem na more(na vašu žalost, ne moju!!!). Zato ću vam danas puno toga napisati da blog ne bude prazan... prošli put sam obećala da, ako nađem, tekstove pjesama Dire Straitsa, da ću ih objaviti na blogu. Pošto sam ja bila jaaako radišna djevojčica, ja ću to obećanje i ispuniti! Dakle, sad slijede tekstovi pjesama Dire Straitsa!!!
Lady Writer
Lady writer on the TV
Talk about the Virgin Mary
Reminded me of you
Expectation left a come on too
Lady writer on the TV
She had another quality
The way you used to look
And I know you never read a book
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Lady writer on the TV
She had all her brains and the beauty
The pictures does not fit
You'd talk to me when you felt like this
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Your rich old man,
You know he'd a call her a dead wringer
You got the same command
Plus your mother was a mess in life
Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
And I recall my fall from grace
Another time another place
Lady writer on the TV
She knew all about history
You couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want it just the same
Lady writer on the TV
Talking about the Virgin Mary
You know I'm talking about you and me
Lady writer on the TV
Brothers In Arms
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Sultans of Swing
You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel alright when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky-tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
The don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
It ain't what they call rock and roll
And the Sultans played Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home'
and he makes it fast with one more thing
'We are the Sultans of Swing'
Walk of Life
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life
Here comes Johnny and he'll tell you the story
Hand me down my walkin' shoes
Here come Johnny with the power and the glory
Backbeat the talkin' blues
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnels, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah the boy can play
Decidation devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
And after all the violence and double talk
There's just a song in the trouble and the strife
You do the walk, you do the walk of life
Heavy Fuel
last time I was sober, man I felt bad
worst hangover that I ever had
it took six hamburgers and scotch all night
nicotine for breakfast just to put me right
'cos if you wanna run cool
if you wanna run cool
if you wanna run cool, you got to run
on heavy, heavy fuel
my life makes perfect sense
lust and food and violence
sex and money are my major kicks
get me in a fight I like dirty tricks
'cos if you wanna run cool
yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
on heavy, heavy fuel
my chick loves a man who's strong
the things she'll do to turn me on
I love the babes, don't get me wrong
hey, that's why I wrote this song
I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread
don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead
when my ugly big car won't climb this hill
I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill
'cos if you wanna run cool
if you wanna run cool
yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
on heavy, heavy fuel, heavy fuel
Romeo and Juliet
A lovestruck Romeo sing a streetsuss serenade
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
Finds a convenient street light steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it?
Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack
He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back
You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that
Anyway what you gonna do about it?
Juliet the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded into my heart
And I forget the movie song
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?
Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame
Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?
When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin
Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him
Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above and I love you till I die
There's a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?
I can't do the talk like they talk on the TV
And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything except be in love you
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
And all I do is keep the beat and bad company
All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
Julie I'd do the stars with you any time
Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
And there's a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?
A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsuss serenade
Laying everybody low with a lovesong that he made
finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it?
Money for Nothing
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Lemme tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Maybe get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovesns
Custom kitchens deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera
Man we could have some fun
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We gotta move these refrigerators
We gotta move these colour TV's, Lord
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
Dragi moji, ako trebate još koju pjesmu, imam ih 20- ak, napišite komentar i recite mi koju pjesmu hoćete!!! Ja sad idem na more, i vraćam se 16.8. onda idem u shopping jer počinje škola!!! Moram dobiti nove krpice, cipele, jaknu jer ih nemam!!! Sve sam prerasla! Jedva čekam da vidim frendicu Marijanu na moru i jedva čekam da proslavimo njen rođendan koji je točno na Veliku Gospu, 15. 8.!!! Ovim blogom pozdravljam sve blogere i šaljem veeliki pozdrav mom frendu Ivanu kojeg sam upoznala na forumu www.linkin-park.hrhosting.net , a i usput ga imate u boxu pokraj kao link!!! Eto, ljudi moji!!! Bok!!!
