vatrenooo ludilo kad kreneeeee...
jbte led...ciela hrvatska se zagrijala za ovo euro..i naoružala...
a meni se sve para da čemo tako od nijemaca popušit kako niko dosad nie..
al doro....bitno da dođemo do nijemaca..i to je puno..
inače..GOTOVO JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...=))))weeeeeeeeeeeeee..več sam maturant...a do prie možda mjesec dva
zavidila sam onim gnjidama koji su gotovi,koji više ne moraju trpjet ovu školu,
profe,pravila...koji kreču dalje u novi život...
sad san malo nostalgična..i čela bi se vratiti na drugi razred..bar na tjedan
dana...
nakraju ispada da je srednja škola ipak najbolje doba u životu..gdje stječeš prave prijatelje...i iz kojeg ti puno (ipak) liepih uspomena ostaje...
niš...poručila bi drugašima a i trećašima da uživaju u svakom danu u školi..koliko god im to glupo i nemoguće zvučalo...
A SAD ODO NAVIJAT...ajmo ajmo HRVATSKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...=)
sutra puntižela...za sve koji ne znaju...SREBRENO (jinxi i t.b.f.)
piše da počinje u 5,al neče prie 9,10..čisto sumnjam.. =)
p.s. miho,nadan se da češ bar na jednu od tekma poč kad si več u austriji
i samo da znaš...očekujen suvenir...lol =)
Conversion, software version 7.0,
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,
New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.
More wood for their fires, loud neighbours,
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck,
Eating seeds as a past time activity,
The toxicity of our city, of our city,
New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.
New, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder,
Now, somewhere between the sacred silence,
Sacred silence and sleep,
Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,
Disorder, disorder, disorder.
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts,
When I became the sun,
I shone life into the man's hearts.
i baš kad bi htjela napisat nešto smisleno,nea šanse..
...disordered..kaos u glavi...pomalo mi je svega dosta...al zato je tu dobri stari system..=)
ljubim vas svih 