BEAUTY QUEEN FROM MARS

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Nešto o meni...

• - rođena sam davne 1985. god. u Zagrebu
  - blizanac sam po horoskopu, podznak ne znam
  - ne volim rođendane... patim na godine i svake godine me sve veća depra skrpa
  - želim viiisokog dečka... zašto?... jel imam 1. 85
  - tražim se, još uvijek... kako je krenulo nikada se neću niti pronaći
  - jednom mi je prijatelj rekao da sam stara u duši i ne uklapam se u sadašnji svijet
  - obožavam kavu i čokoladu
  - jedna loša navika: pušenje (naći će se još pokoja)
  - obožavam more i ljeto
  - ali i snijeg i zimu
  - vjerujem u svemirce... ali fakat
  - ludujem za SF- om, o Zvjezdanim stazama mogu pričati danima
  - ne volim klaunove, gadni su mi
  - zato volim Batmana
  - jednom sam rekla da bi pala na frajera da mi dođe u Batmenovom kostimu
  - volim plave dečke (naravno da uvijek naletim na crnog)
  - tražim svoga Captaina Crasha
  - volim pročitati dobru knjigu... Steven King mi je jedan od dražih
  - želim putovati... otići na malo duže...
  - želim naučiti svirati bubnjeve
  - želim napokon otići na koncert omiljenog benda
  - obožavam pjevati ali glasa nemam tako da ne maltretiram ljude nego pjevam kad sam solo
  - glazbu obožavam...
  - Beauty Queen From Mars je nastala iz Bon Jovieve pjesme
  
  
  Slušam:
  
  Bon Jovi
  Aerosmith
  U2
  Rolling Stones
  Elvis Preasly
  Bruce Springsteen
  Robbie Williams
  ..........
  
  
  e- mail:
  kraljica_marsa@net.hr
  
  
  

Čitam...

• aibreann
  urban princess
  buubica
  crkveni miš
  lazy daysleeper
  dupinka
  immigration
  dan ... mrak
  pohotnica
  chokolada
  jinx
  superslajka
  žena sa balkana
  riba_ka
  argitula
  zovite me britni
  lei
  mAla309
  cry angel
  rossanna
  robi
  preko ruba znanosti
  
  
  

Par dobrih...

• * Rad je zabava- može se satim promatrati.
  
  * Svi mi griješimo, neki više a neki stalno.
  
  * Živi kao da ti je svaki dan posljednji i jednog dana češ biti u pravu.
  
  * Volim zidove, razdvajaju me od budala, zato sam sretna! Zidova ima mnogo!
  
  * Tko ranije umre duže je mrtav.
  
  * Ne bojte se pakla- već smo u njemu!
  
  * Sex ubija- umri sretan/ sretna! (Mogu li umirati polako?)
  
  * Kad je grijeh već izmišljen ja ga samo pokušavam usavršiti.
  
  
  
  
  

• ***STARING AT YOUR WINDOW WITH A SUITCASE IN MY HAND***
  
  You think you know me just because you know my name
  You think you see me 'cause you've seen every line on my face
  You want to want me just because I say that I want you
  But does it matter if anything I'm saying is the truth
  You need somebody, somebody to hold on to
  But this ain't the movies and we ain't heroes
  
  Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
  The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damn
  My boots just keep on walkin', but my heart don't understand
  Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
  
  I said I want you, but when we woke up one of us was crying
  You rolled over and all you said was -
  "Man, I think I'm dying"
  Our song is over, this band of gold has been feeling like a noose
  You place your bets, 'cause no one thinks they'll lose
  
  Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
  The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damn
  My boots just keep on walkin', but my heart don't understand
  Why I'm staring at your window
  
  The light of love can blind you 'til you cover up your eyes
  And you try to find the reason not to say good-bye
  It's the curse of every sailor standing on dry land
  Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
  
  The night is fading, like my old tattoo
  A heart and a dagger, that says "Forever"
  
  Staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand
  The streetlights buzz as the cars roll by and the moon don't give a damn
  I'm getting tired of talkin', even I don't understand
  Why I'm staring at your window with a suitcase in my hand