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O meni... Ime:Monika
Prezime:Ma, nije važno
Nadimak:Mona, Monique
Živim u:Grudama(Hercegovina)
Živim s:mamom, tatom i s 2 sestre
Došla na svijet:27.11.1992, u Splitu
Školujem se u:O.Š.Ruđer Bošković(Grude)
Imam:Plave oči i plavo-smeđu kosu
Hobi:Karate, izležavanje, surfanje netom...
My friends:Andrijana, Katarina,
Silvija, Martina, Sofija, Josip, ivan, Matea,
Mery, Marija, Krešo:-))))
EVO MALO PJESMICA I SLIKICA:
Usher
U Remind Me
Yo, I ain't seeing you in a minute, but I got something to tell ya, listen.
See the thing about you, that caught my eye,
Is the same thing that makes me change, my mind.
Kinda hard to explain, but girl, I'll try.
You need to sit down, this may take a while.
You see, she sorta looks, just like you.
She even smiles, just the way you do.
So innocent, she seemed, but I was schooled
I'm reminded when I look at you, but,
You remind of a girl, that I once knew.
See her face whenever I, I look at you.
You won't believe all of the things that she put me through.
This is why I just can't get with you.
Thought that she was the one for me,
Til I found out she was on her dream,
Oh, she was sexing everyone, but me.
This is why we could never be.
You remind of a girl, that I once knew.
See her face whenever I, I look at you.
You won't believe all of the things that she put me through.
This is why I just can't get with you.
I know it's so unfair to you,
But I'd be lingering the rest to you,
Wish I knew, wish I knew how to separate the two
You remind me, whoa...
You remind of a girl, that I once knew.
See her face whenever I, I look at you.
You won't believe all of the things that she put me through.
This is why I just can't get with you.
You remind of a girl, that I once knew.
See her face whenever I, I look at you.
You won't believe all of the things that she put me through.
This is why I just can't get with you.
Nelly
Ride With Me
Where they at (Where
they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
Where they at (Where they at)
chorus:
If you wanna go and take a ride wit me
We three wheelin in the four with the gold cv's
Oh why do I look this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go and get high wit me
Smoke an L in the back with the benzen-e
Oh why do I feel this way?
(Hey, must be the money)
In the club on the late night, feel ya right
Lookin, tryin ta spot some real nice
Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I
can take home)
She can be 18 (18) wit a attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real
rude
But as long as you a diggy-diggy then girl you know its on (you
know its on)
I peep summin comin towards me on the dance floor
Sexy and real slow (hey) and sayin she was beepin and I dig the
last video
Somewhere that we could go
How could I tell her no?
Her measurements were 36-25-34
I like the way you brush it
And I like those stylish clothes you wear
I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
And I can see you movin way over there
Chorus
Face a body front that, don't know how to act
Without my vouchers all the hoochies bringing nothin back
You should feel the impact, shop over plas when the skies the
limit
And them haters can't get past that
Watch me as I gas that, four guy sig pley
Was there any paint change, every time I switch lane
It feel strange now
Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now
I got the title from my momma put the pimpin on name now
Damn shit to change now
Running credit checks with no shame now
I feel a thang now (come on)
I can't complain (no more)
Shit I'm the man, now
In and out my own town (I'm gettin)
Niggas out in New Jersey, from Twenty-B
Tellin me about a party up in NYC
And can I make it? Damn Right
I be on the next flight
Man can, first class sittin next to Vanna White
Chorus (x2)
(check, check)
Yo, I know somethin you don't know
And I got somethin to tell ya
You won't believe how many people, straight down at the floor
'fore said that I was a failure
Is now the same motherfuckers that's be needin dough
And I'm yellin I can't help ya
"But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?"
Hell no, (whatchu care?) you for real?
Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy
And I fly high
Niggas wanna know why, why I fly by
Hey yo, its all good
Range Rover all would
Do me like you should
Fuck me good, suck me good
We be them stuck niggas
Wishin you was niggas
Poppin like we drug dealers
Simply cause she bug mackin
Honey in the club, me in the benz
I see cute tellin me to leave wit you and your friends
So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this
And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this
And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the chris
Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist
See me talk, Nelly listen
Nelly talk, see me listen
Wanna fuck fly bitches
When I walk pay attention
See the ice and the glist
Niggas starin on the glist
Honeys lookin on they wish
Come on boo, gimme kiss
Chorus (x2)
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Hey, must be the money
Chorus
1, 2 Step Lyrics
Ladies and gentlemen
This is a Jazze Phizzle Productshizzle
"Missy", The princess is here "Ciara"
[Verse 1]
This Beat Is
Automatic, supersonic, hypnotic, funky fresh
Work my body, so melodic, this beat rolls right through my chest
Everybody, ma and papi, came to party
Grab somebody,work ya body, work ya body
Let me see you 1,2 step
[Chorus]
Rock it, Don't Stop it
Everybody get on the floor
Crank the party up
We about to get it on
Let me see you 1,2 step
I love it when you 1,2 step
Everybody 1,2 step
We about to get it on
[Verse 2]
This Beat Is
Outrageous, so contagious, make you crave it
Jazze made it
So retarded,top charted, ever since the day I started
Strut my stuff and yes I flaunt it
Goodies make the boys jump on it
No I can't control myself
Now let me do my 1,2 step
[Chorus]
We gone drop it like this
[Hook (repeat 2x)]
It don't matter to me, we can dance slow
Whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow
So swing it over here Mr. DJ
And we will, we will, Rock you
[Missy]
I shake it like Jello, make the boys say hello
cause they know im rockin the beat
I know you heard about a lot of great MC's
But they ain't got nothin on me
Because I'm 5 foot 2, i wanna dance with you
And I'm sophistcated fun, I eat fillet minon
Im nice and young, Best believe im number one
[Chorus (2x)]
This is for the hearing impared
A Jazze Pha production
I tako…evo i mene s novim postom… konačno! Ha? No dobro, evo što se sve događalo u ovih nekoliko dana. Moram priznati da su ovi praznici do sada bili krajnje dosadni, no nadam se da će se to ipak popraviti… počela sam čak čitati knjige i sad kužim da to i nije tako loše. Često se viđam s naj frendicom, koja ima novog dečka i samo o njemu priča, pa mi je i to postalo neopisivo dosadno. Imam nekakav osjećaj kao da mi većina stvari postaju neopisivo dosadne. I te riječi „neopisivo dosadno“ su postale neizbježne u mom rječniku. Sama sebi postajem neopisivo dosadna...
A sad se vratimo frendici… U zadnje vrijeme se ponaša kao nekakva idiotkinja, samo priča o dečkima i svemu što ide uz to. Čak je počela zamišljati i svoje idealno vjenčanje… smišlja idealnu priliku kako se što prije „pohvatat“ s onim svojim, il s bilo kojim drugim, ne znam što joj je, svaki dečko kojeg vidi joj je presladak, očito ju je sunce pošteno puklo u glavu… a četrnaest joj je godina tek… ali što mogu valjda će ju proći, ipak je ona moja frendica. Ja joj na to sve kažem samo da se živi dok imaš slobodu i mladost, a za dečke i udaju će bit vremena. I mislim da ljude baš i ne možemo mijenjati, već ako nam je doista stalo do njih, bolje da ih prihvatimo onakve kakvi jesu.
Dosta sad o tome, prijeđimo malo na nogomet. Gledala sam finale svjetskog prvenstva i naravno da sam navijala za Italiju i naravno da mi je drago što su pobijedili. No ipak mi je žao što je Zidaneova karijera završila na takav grozan način, al što se može, takav je život. A koji je to nogometaš, prava nogometna ikona.
Sinoć sam bila na rođendanu od neke frendice. Na kraju je sve dobro završilo, što nisam očekivala na početku. Kad sam tek došla zatekla sam samo neke fufice u minicama koje su me gledale kao da su vidjele duha. No nisam se baš previše obazirala na njih. Izgledale su kao da im je mozak manji od makovog zrna, kao da ne znaju radit ništa drugo osim buljit u ljude. Ali uskoro su stigle i moje frendice, pa sam bar mogla živit. A onda su se odjednom stvorila neka tri idiota koji su sa sobom dovukli nekakav laptop na kojem su gledali porniće i puštali katastrofalnu glazbu…Čovječe, kako mi je to samo pilalo mozak. Onda sam ja zamolila frendicu da pusti nešto što se može nazvat glazbom, ona je to, naravno, učinila, a one koze su, nećete vjerovat, na Shakiru počele plesat slavonsko kolo. Svi su ih gledali ko da su pale s marsa, no to njima i nije smetalo, već su se nastavile prosipat. A kad su one završile sa svojim „spektakularnim nastupom“, svi ostali su počeli plesat, a moja naj frendica je s onim svojim kretenom sjedila negdje u kutu. Uspjeli smo ih natjerat da plešu tek kad smo svi morali gibat. I eto tako je završio rođendan za koji sam mislila da će bit čista katastrofa i uzaludno gubljenje vremena. No dobro, vremena ionako imam na bacanje, uostalom, sve je više-manje dobro završilo. Veliki pozdrav:)
Evo...počinjem i ja s blogom...
Zapravo, tek toliko da napišem taj prvi post.
Ne znam ni što bih htjela pisati...a, trenutno je i inspiracija, čini se, miljama daleko od mene...pa, eto, za početak od mene- jedna velika PUSA:))
I nekoliko slika mog omiljenog cvijeća:))
Zašto volim suncokrete???
Pa, mislim da su oni najsretniji od svih cvjetova...gdje je sunce-tu su i oni, hehe:))
Zar nisu divni...
