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Ime:Daniel....sa j ili bez isto...
Prezime:Matijašić
Nadimak:Dančy...Mafija..
Mjesto:P.Novaky
Rođen:Ya....
God:17
My MsN:danchy19@hotmail.com
Ča volin:A volin ja puno puno tega....npr.čokoladu,
kompjuter, football manager, nogomet obožavan iako mi se
ne da teć za ton glupon baloton (ovisi o luni), prijatelje
sex,spat,,jis, pit...system, koRn, SlipKnoT...
Metallica..Hladno pivo..kopat nos..Manchester United, Barcelonu,
cure..mmmm..jednu curu pogotovo jakooo puno.....hodit na "Praksu"...
biljar,milenium,art,markirat.. ma ne smin preveć... zezat,ma sve...
Preveć je tega da ne bi stalo na taj blog...brže bin nabroji ča ne volin
ma mi se ne da... živin svoj život i to je to....valjda....and finally... MY GUITAR CORT
Eko eko...ipak ča ja ne volin:Tripice, jetru jednostavno smrdi...i to je to...
Here is my love na 6 žic...
To san van ja u budućnosti...........
No comment...
Daron Malakian......the guitar of system
System of a Down
Daron...again....
A to je moj uzor u nogometu!!
Lionel Messi nepredvidljivi dječak
Bik na dvi noge-mr. cigaro
Deni-Rano je poče a da ga vidiš tek sad
Ni mu nič ne.....
Hands up....
Barbara
Gina
Stefani....
Moron Brother
Uskrs....Ester....the borućanka s jenon nogon....
Anelis.....
SYSTEMAC
Fatttor-neznan koliko t ima
INES
Pavić-the man
MARINA
Škabić (Marečo).....bin napisa Marko ma bi se jadi
Savršeno umišljena- to morate poć vidit...plakat ćete...a joh..
Pavich???
TROJKE (ženske)
Sotona 666
Dona
BROOKE
3 kurbe forši i dve ma ne znan
Govoriju da su sestre
GRŽO
Dojo & Tejo
Nataly
"Lonely Day"
Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life
Such a lonely day
Should be banned
It's a day that I can't stand
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
Such a lonely day
Shouldn't exist
It's a day that I'll never miss
Such a lonely day
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life
And if you go, I wanna go with you
And if you die, I wanna die with you
Take your hand and walk away
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
The most loneliest day of my life
Life
Such a lonely day
And it's mine
It's a day that I'm glad I survived
"Tentative"
Superstition taking all of us for a ride
Mimes overtaken by the signs of the Right
The bombs are falling overhead with no sight
While you are talking all detached, so tell us
Where you're going to the bottom
Do you hear us we are rotting?
We're going down in a spiral to the ground
No one, no one's gonna save us now!
Ceremonies have killed religions for they provide
The masked comforts to delusionals, they're all in fright
The true believer's head was bathed in sunlight
While you are walking all detached, so tell us
Where you're going to the bottom
Do you hear us we are rotting?
We're going down in a spiral to the ground
No one, no one's gonna save us now, not even god!
No one saved us, no one's gonna save us
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
Where do you expect them to go when the bombs fall?
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
Superstition taking all of us for a ride
Mimes overtaken by the signs of the Right
The bombs are falling over our head with no sight
While you are talking all detached, detached, detached, detached, detached,
We're going down in a spiral to the ground
No one, no one's gonna save us now! (not even god!)
No one saved us, no one saved us
No one saved us, no one's gonna save us now
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
"Lost In Hollywood"
[Daron moans a little bit]
I'll wait here,
You're crazy,
Those viscious streets are filled with strays,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They find you,
Two time you,
Say your the best they've ever seen,
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
I wrote you,
And told you,
You were the biggest fish out here,
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
They take you,
And make you,
They look at you in disgusting ways,
You should never trusted Hollywood.
[Serj moans now]
I was standing on the wall,
Feeling ten feet tall,
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard,
This is my front page,
This is my new age,
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
Phoney people come to pray,
Look at all of them beg to stay,
Phoney people come to pray.
[Serj and Daron Harmonize]
(The lines in the letter said, "We have gone to Hackensack")
Look at all of them beg to stay
Phoney people come to pray.
All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard,
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
All you maggots smoking fags out there on Hollywood Boulevard.
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
You should have never gone to Hollywood.
All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
You should have never trusted Hollywood.
"Soldier Side"
Dead men lying on the bottom of the grave
Wondering when savior comes, is he gonna be saved
Maybe you're a sinner into your alternate life
Maybe you're a joker, maybe you deserve to die
They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find the truth
He's never going home
Young men standing on the top of their own graves
Wondering when Jesus comes, are they gonna be saved
Cruelty to the winner, bishop tells the king his lies
Maybe you're a mourner, maybe you deserve to die
They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home
Welcome to the soldier side
Where there is no one here but me
People all grow up to die
There is no one here but me
Welcome to the soldier side
There is no one here but me
People on the soldier side
There is no one here but me
Evo me opet..
..na početku jeno pitanje....why??..
.u prijevodu žašto???...po domaće zač?? Zač je sve to tako brzo pasalo??? 
Jojjj ne moren vjerovat...mislin stvarno....prvih 5 dana u školi ću sigurno izgubit volju za život...to se je i desilo i kad san poče u srednju....ali žač..zač samo 5 dan...eheeeeeeeeheeeeee jer 6 dan..tj. u subotu je fešta najbrže na potoku. 
..fešta koja će se siguro pamtit danima....mjesecima....godinama...stoljećima ku Boh da da buden živ....u stvaričekaj...ne ne...samo malo...nećemo pamtit!!! Žač??....e pa zato jer ćemo svy bit finjeni kao beštije....ali samo jedan od nas neće...a većinon se zna ki je to ako živiš u novakima......pa ja naravno....ma neeeeeeeeeeee.....nego Marko...ne ma ne Marko Marečo....nego Štoryja...on je baren pametan pa neće se finit...on je čovik od riječi i on to održava...ali kako mu to uspjeva..Deni je isto to moga neko vrime...ali kad pivski trbuh pride lačan tu nema pomoći...sad pomalo i meni raste trbuh...i ja ta prokleta škola....opet će nan uvalit jedan dan popolne...tek san se poče odmarat
i već škola...a ča da van rečen...ne da mi se pisat o školi jer mi se povraća iako nisan finjen...amah...nadan se da će doć ča novih komada u školu....baren da iman razloga poć u školu...i da dogodilo se je jeno čudo..
..čudo svih čuda nad čudima ali sve mi je to čudno....SVI SU PASALI RAZRED....e to je već čudo....inače čudo prije tega je bi otrok zvan Marečić...pije,fuma...i ta wepar teče brže od nadimka.....ja to nikad nebin story....ajde peace uživajte tih par dan ča van je ostalo...
Ya..
..evo i mene opet.....isplaćeni dug vraćen..pa polako ulazim u formu u pisanju postova..
naravno na početku nemojte očekivat nešto bombastično jer san pozabi pisat...na onaj moj način..i tako...sad će brzo škola....jedva čekan...magari nas neće bit pol razreda..i nič mladići uživajte dokle morete...jebiga puli mene ni nič....by the way još malo pa će se otprit magnus....valjda...pa će počet sezona pića i pi.a...i tako...sad te dane gremo my novačani igrat fucbyl u Ceroglje..nisan bi 100 let...sad san bia nešto bolan i nešto san si bi list sjeba...ali nič horrible...valjda se tako piše...i da by the way pozzz svim onima koji to komentiraju, a oni ki ne budu neka se jebu...;)
...i da skoro san pozabi...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....tek sad vidin da su blog servis nešto unaprijedili.....
Da da nema me više….zapravo doša mi je račun od 400 kn…aaaaaaaaaaaaa… kako pa je kapin…..stvarno možda se radi o nekakvoj zabuni…jebiga račun si sam plaćan…a kompić i net ćeju mi bit sikopčani do 10-tega miseca….tako da neću pisat puno postova….isto san nešto sjeba preko webbilla pa mi ni doša račun nego san ša vidit na net…i nemoren platit račun bez neke kartice….ali jebiga ku ne rivan platit do kraja miseca ku suicidirat….pa tako samo da znate….kako je život sjeben…a čuj desi se….amah…nič ljudi uživajte peace….nadan se da ću brzo tornat….good bye. .aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…
moren van reć da mi je dosta svega.....dojadilo mi je pit....i to je sve....ma ča ja ću pit...nema šanse
odjebite alkohol u roku odmah....ja nisan puno pia ako vi mladići...ja san umjeren tip....aaaaaaaaaa
......kako morete.....mega briječe.ma ča ja to nanke pišen kad ste svi jeleni i me nećete poslušat...
alkohol van šteti....nemojte bit slipi....marečo nemoj pit...ku ne ću te počet zvat marko...aaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaa.....samo to pišen iz dosade jer niman ča pisat...gržo ti moreš pit....ti moraš..dojadila mi je neinteligencija u nogometu....e i nemojte glumit u komentarima....budite face...neka reče ki ča će....mislin stvarno okrenuli ste moju dark side with suecidon....ne zamerujte ča toliko vičen aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Evo vam Novaky street race-a.........a kar......
