petak, 15.12.2006.
E, ovo je predobro :)
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Fourteen Things That It Took Me Over 50 Years To Learn—by Dave Barry
1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night. 2. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings." 3. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness." 4. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them. 5. You should not confuse your career with your life. 6. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. 7. Never lick a steak knife. 8. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip. 9. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time. 10. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment. 11. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven. 12. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above-average drivers. 13. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person. (This is very important. Pay attention. It never fails.) 14. Your friends love you anyway. Thought for the day: Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic. A i jedna stranica za kraj, za sve one koje ne mogu sjediti na kompjuteru a da nešto ne svira :) http://pandora.com/?cmd=tuner |
ponedjeljak, 11.12.2006.
Hehe, od nikud se pojavi... ovo! :)
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Pa sad, nije baš od nikud, ali kladim se da ovo niste očekivali
 Zašto uvijek kad imam posla bježim u ovu sobu? Vjerovatno zato što sam ovdje rođen. Nije ovo nešto velika soba. Kauč, moj naslonjač, stol, moj kamin... i moj prvi trofej. Kojak, prvi kojeg sam sam ubio. Otac je bio tako ponosan. Ali sad mi Corwin stoji na vratima. "Trebaš nešto Corwine?" "Da." "Pa zašto ne uđeš?" "Jer me nisi pozvao unutra." Molim?! Nije to napravio! Nije valjda?! "Corwine?" "Da,znam na što misliš. I jesam." Nasmije se, a ta dva zuba mu provire preko usne. "Morao sam, Loki. Znaš i sam da neću moći ući u Delhi nego ovako." "Ali to je izgubljen grad Corwine! Umro je kad i ti, kad je tvoje ime palo u prah!" "To nije mrtav grad, Loki, i ne govori takve gluposti. Ja sam još živ, što znači da Delhi i dalje ima svog vladara." "Ne možeš me uvjeriti u to Corwine, svi su vidjeli tvoju smrt. Pogubljen si na gilotinji, na sred trga!" "Ali sad sam se vratio. I vrijeme je da vratim i Delhi." "Znaš što će se dogoditi ako tamo odeš, Corwine?" "Znam." "Ona Nije vrijedna toga! Corwine, Luna će te ubiti ako tamo odeš!" "Znam i to." "I možeš se pomiriti s tim? Imaš nešto za što ja ne znam?" "Možda." "Corwine, ovo je važno, a meni je dosta tih sranja, nekad je prolazilo, dok smo bili mladi, i dok je prolazio taj "ja sve znam, a vi pokušajte pratiti" stav. Ali sad sam prestar da to trpim. Ovaj razgovor nema smisla ako nećeš odgovarati kako treba!" "U redu, u redu. Možda i je vrijeme da razgovaramo. Ovako, ti znaš zašto me Luna dala ubiti, zar ne?" "Da." "Pa, kad me dala ubiti, očekivala je da će moje pravo na prijestolje nestati sa mnom. Ali nije." Dignuo je rukav. ?! Lijeva ruka mu je bila potpuno istetovirana, sliak lava, kako ubija jednoroga, crnog jednoroga, na bojištu iz snova, s mjesecom kao svjedokom., ispod Srca Delhija. "Da, ključ Delhija. Luna je smatrala da će nestati, s mojom smrću. Šteta što sma je zeznuo, i nisam ostao mrtav." "Znači da je gospodar Delhija još uvijek živ?" Corwin okrene ruku. NA nadlaktici se nalazilo, njegovom krvlju ispisane, riječi Boreas iz Delhija- A na svjetlu kamina se vidjelo ono što je Loki tražio, dva slova, LL, Luna Lockheart, nemeza grada Delhija, gospodarica Ceha umjetnika, bez čijeg se potpisa ni jedan gospodar Delhija nije okrunio. "Znači tako, još uvijek možeš uću u Dvoranu Srca?" "Da, mogu. Prijestolje je i dalje moje." Klekenm pred njega. "Onda dopusti da ti dam svoju prisegu, moj gospodaru." "Vodit ću rat Loki." "Znam gospodaru. Ali vrijeme je da prestanem s ovim. JA sam anđeo smrti, i vrijeme je da se počnem ponašati na takav način. A moja zakletva da neću ubiti ni jedno razumno biće je dano u boljim vremenima, čovjeku koji je sad mrtav." "Onda moj prijatelju, ustani. Od sada si moj vojskovođa." "Nadam se samo da znaš što radiš Corwine." "I ja, Loki, i ja." |
srijeda, 06.12.2006.
Hehe, na poticaj nekih ljudi, post bez smisla
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Nazvat ću ga sociologija
 i jedna pjesmica za kraj, baš mi je fora stvar  The Offspring -> (Can't Get My) Head Around You Deep inside your soul there's a hole you don't wanna see Every single day what you say makes no sense to me Even though I try I can't get my head around you Somewhere in the night there's a light in front of me Heaven up above with a shove, I beg it's me Even though I try I fall in the river of you You've managed to bring me down too All your faking (Get up,Get up,Get up, Get up) Shows you're aching (Get up, Get up, Get up) Every single day what you say makes no sense to me Lettin' you inside isn't right, you'll mess with me I'll never really know what's really going on inside you I Can't get my head around you All your feeling (Get up,Get up,Get up,Get up) Shows you're breathing (Get up, Get up, Get up) Deep inside your soul there's a hole you don't wanna see Covering it up like a cut with the likes of me You know I've really tried, I can't do any more about you The cut's getting deeper The hill's getting steeper. I guess I'll never know what's really going on inside you I can't get my head around you I can't get my head around you I can't get my head around you I can't get my head around you Ali tako mi fali glazbena podloga uz ovo, pa preporučam da što prije poslušate ovu stvar |
