PROdo's world... or something ^^

... ... ... or is it?




Baby we can talk all night,
but that ain't getting us nowhere.
I told you everything I possibly can,
there's nothin' left inside of here.
And maybe you can cry all night,
but that'll never change the way that I feel.
The snow is really piling up outside,
I wish you wouldn't make me leave here.
I poured it on and I poured it out,
I tried to show you just how much I care.
I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout
But you've been cold to me so long, I'm cryin'
icicles instead of tears

And all I can do, is keep on tellin' you
I want you, I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad, 'cause two out of three ain't bad.

You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're lookin' for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hidin' at the
bottom of a Cracker Jack box

I can not lie
I can not tell you that I'm somethin' I'm not
No matter how I try, I'll never be able
To give you somethin', somethin' that I just haven't got

Well there's only one girl that I will ever love
And that was so many years ago
And though I know I'll never get her out of my heart
She never loved me back, ooh-ooh I know

Well I remember how she left me on a stormy night
Ahh, she kissed me and got out of our bed
And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door
She packed her bags and turned right away
And she kept on tellin' me, she kept on tellin' me, she kept on tellin' me

I want you, I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
I want you, I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad
'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Baby we can talk all night,
but that ain't getting us nowhere... ...

*sniff*

Evo... gledam malo zvjezdane staze jer čekam jedan download da završi... i čuh zanimljivi citat između Rikera i Troi... za one koji neznaju... nije bitno tko su ti... za one koji znaju kao side note...

Pa... evo današnja tema za meditaciju... :o)


Riker: Nothink will change between us, will it?
Troi: Of course it will. All relationships are constantly changing.
But we will still be friends. Maybe even better friends. You're a part of my life, and I'm a part of yours. That much will always be true.

Evo... proslo valentinovo... u biti je bio lijep dan... nista posebno... al danas me jedan sms razveselio jer je bilo nenadano ^^
Evo jos jedna pjesmica... malo je egoisticna poruka... al promislite... ima malo istine :o)



I went to a garden party to reminisce with my old friends
A chance to share old memories and play our songs again
When I got to the garden party, they all knew my name
No one recognized me, I didn't look the same

CHORUS
But it's all right now, I learned my lesson well.
You see, ya can't please everyone, so ya got to please yourself

People came from miles around, everyone was there
Yoko brought her walrus, there was magic in the air
'n' over in the corner, much to my surprise
Mr. Hughes hid in Dylan's shoes wearing his disguise

CHORUS

lott-in-dah-dah-dah, lot-in-dah-dah-dah

Played them all the old songs, thought that's why they came
No one heard the music, we didn't look the same
I said hello to "Mary Lou", she belongs to me
When I sang a song about a honky-tonk, it was time to leave

CHORUS

lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
lot-in-dah-dah-dah

Someone opened up a closet door and out stepped Johnny B. Goode
Playing guitar like a-ringin' a bell and lookin' like he should
If you gotta play at garden parties, I wish you a lotta luck
But if memories were all I sang, I rather drive a truck

CHORUS

lot-dah-dah-dah (lot-dah-dah-dah)
lot-in-dah-dah-dah

'n' it's all right now, learned my lesson well
You see, ya can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself

Evo vam i moje želje za valentinovo...



All those crazy nights when I cried myself to sleep
Now melodrama never makes me weep anymore
'Cause I haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
I haven't the need for the pain
Not since I've known you

You showed me how, how to leave myself behind
How to turn down the noise in my mind
Now I haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
I haven't the need for the pain
Not since I've known you

Suffering was the only thing that made me feel I was alive
Though that's just how much it cost to survive in this world
'Til you showed me how, how to fill my heart with love
How to open up and drink in all that white LIGHT
Pouring down from the heaven
I haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
I haven't the need for the pain
Not since I've known you

Mislim da sam ovu pjesmu već jednom piso... puno ljudi ju je pjevalo pa ne znam u biti koji je orginalni autor... al evo... moja poruka svima vama za valentinovo... i rekla bi black cat ako se dobro sječam... "ostajte mi zaljubljeni" ili... bar se zaljubite malo... puse svima... a kada vam je teško... samo zatvorite oči o bit ću sa vama... obečajem ;o) *huggle*


Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower, and you, it’s only seed

Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking, that never takes the chance
Its the one who won’t be taken, who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying, that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long
And you think that love is only for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter, far beneath the bitter snow,
Lies the seed, that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes the rose.



P.S. ... a za one filozofe medju vama... jeste li vi sjeme ili sunce... ili je možda svatko od nas oboje? porazmislite o "sredini" pjesme... pogotovo nakošeni dio... *hug*

P.P.S. ... pozdravljam dijanu koja nam je u bolnici... neka se brzo oporavi :o)

Sad sam skinuo film... doduše u groznoj kvaliteti al sam ga htio pogledat... i... i... sad ga skidam u boljolj i sutra ga gledam opet... i... i... i... rasplakao me i... i... pogledajte ga ko nije...


God: Grace. You want her back?
Bruce: No. I want her to be happy, no matter what that means. I want her to find someone who will treat her with all the love she deserved from me. I want her to meet someone who will see her always as I do now, through Your eyes.
God: Now THAT'S a prayer.

Saturday in the park,
I think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park,
I think it was the Fourth of July
People dancing, people laughing,
A man selling ice cream
Singing Italian songs
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For Saturday

Saturday in the park
You'd think it was the Fourth of July
Saturday in the park
You'd think it was the Fourth of July
People talking, really smiling
A man playing guitar
Singing for us all
Will you help him change the world
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And I've been waiting such a long time
For today

Slow motion riders fly the colours of the day
A bronze man still can tell stories his own way
Listen children all is not lost, all is not lost, oh no, no,

Funny days in the park,
Every day's the Fourth of July
Funny days in the park,
Every day's the Fourth of July
People reaching, people touching,
A real celebration
Waiting for us all,
If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it (yes, I can),
And I've been waiting such a long time
For the day

Zato ljudovi i ljudarice... SVI U PARK! ajde! odma! ne želim nikakve izgovore! :D

Evo blogeri i blogerice... ja NAPOKON dobio ADSL... jupi ^^

2 dana ga vec konfiguriram i nikako da dovrsim sa tim... rijesim jedan
problem... dodje drugi... rijesim taj dodje treci... kad rijesim sve probleme... nakon
restarta se javi novi i ajmo sve ispocetka...
uglavnom me lappy zafrkava... moj "glavni" komp radi super... samo bi mu jedna
reinstalacija i ciscenje diska dobro doslo... a o sortiranju podataka da ne
pricam...
a i prijenosni ima nesto smeca na njemu al njega brzo pocistim...
eto... sad da mi je jos lijepi stalni posao na rabu... i jedna cura... i ja se vise
nebi ni micao odavde... ima koja zainteresirana da se preseli na rab? :o)

hugzici svima

Evo jedna pričica koju sam jednom dobio na mail... za sve one koji nisu... pročitajte... i razmislite...

Došla jedna cura jedan dan na aerodrom, i pošto je bilo još 2 sata do njenog leta, odlučila je kupiti kutiju keksa i čitati knjigu da joj ne bude dosadno. I sjedne ona tako na jednom mjesto u čekaoni, i odna potom sjedne jedan čovjek mjesto dalje od nje. I tako ona poče čitat knjigu i povremeno pojede koji keks koji su stajali na mjestu koje je bilo između njih dvoje. Ali nakon nekog vremena primjeti cura da svaki puta kada ona uzme jedan keks, čovjek do nje isto uzme jedan iz kutije. I čita ona tako knjigu, jede kekse i promatra njega, a keksa sve manje, a ljutnja u njoj sve veća.
Na kraju, pogleda ona u kutiju i vidi da su samo još 3 keksa u kutiji, izvadi jedan keks, a čovjek do nje odma iza nje drugi. I pojedu oni kekse i ona se zamisli "E! sad je još samo jedan keks. Baš me zanima što će SAD napraviti". I čovjek pogleda u kutiju i vidje da je samo još jedan keks, te ga uzme, prepolomi, i uzme sebi jednu polovicu a drugu ostavi u kutiji.
Cura ljutito zatvori knjigu i pokupi se u javni wc da se malo ohladi. "Koja drskost!" pomisli ona "kako se usudi cijelo mi vrijeme jesti kekse i onda još na kraju zadnji keks drsko prepolomi i uzme pola". I otvori cura svoju torbicu da izvadi šminku, kad ono u torbici, njena kutija keksa. Cura je skoro prolala u zemlju od srama. Kutija keksa koja je stajala do njih, i zbog koje se ljutila na čovjeka jer jede od njenih keksa bez stida i bez da je pitao, nije bila njena nego njegova.
Cijelo vrijeme ona je jela njegove kekse i ljutila se na njega, i kad su došli do zadnjega keksa, on je bez druge pomisli i zadnji keks podjelio sa njom, a ona se ljutila na njega.

Zato drgi čitatelji i čitateljice. Promislite sljedeći puta kad se naljutite na nekoga koji jede iz vaše kutije keksa, jer ta kutija, možda je njegova.