Sretan Božić svima, koliko Vas ima! Velika pusa i oprostite što se ne javljam ali radim od jutra do navečer pa sam preumorna ali nadoknadit ću. Puno vas volim...

Ja... to jest... pa da ja...
ja nemam pojma kaj se sa mnom događa...
jednostavno se osjećam...
ma ne mogu ni opisati...
sva sam si nekak sretna...
ima netko...
zbog koga sam sretna.
Napokon i taj netko postoji
nisam se duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugo ovako osjećala...
ne znam kaj mi je...
leptirići:)
ma preslatko:)

sve vas ljubim, grlim, volim... pusa

ovo sam dobila mailom, pa sam htjela podijeliti s vama... pusa

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.

He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.


The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.

Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

Dana 03.12.2005 krenusmo put skuc-a. Ja sam još prije bila na rođendanu svog best frenda, ali to je bila samo cuga, hm... došla je frendova frendica po nas autom, a tak je sva smotana Došla je autom, ima kreštav glasić, onako više prodoran... I krenusmo mi u auto i skužimo kako se stala u najveću lokvu vode, pa bi tako da bi ušli u auto morali prvo malo otplivati. Ja joj kažem daj se pliz malo pomakni u rikverc da ne moramo plivati, ona sjedne u auto i pomakne ga... paaa... možda par cm, no dobro malo manja dubina pa se nismo jako smočili. no, dobro. Brucošijada je počela u osam, najviše sam išla zbog hladnog piva i još više zbog Antenata. Iz pouzdanih izvora sam čula da Antenat počinje svirat oko dva ujutro. Tako ja dođoh da skuc-a oko 21h. Frendice me čekale na stanici, pa smo išle u dućan po neku cugu. Došli kod doma, a tamo toliko ljudi, koliko još svijet nije vidioto su samo neki od njih...ekipa oko nas kupuje- prodaje... jedan frajer je prodavao kartu za 200 kn, a inače se mogla kupiti za 50, 60 i na dan brucošijade 80kn. Nadam se da to nije nitko kupio, užas. ribac se naravno kao i uvijek kasno sjetio da bi ipak i on išao, a naravno nije više bilo karata. I tako hoda on jadan sav tužan:) kad se neka cura zadere pored njega: "prodajem kartu za 90kn!!!" ribac kaže: "evo ti 100kn, samo mi je daj!!!" i tako ribac ima više sreće nego pameti...lol... i tako uđosmo mi unutra, naravno među zadnjima, i naravno na garderobi piše: POPUNJENO!!! i mi sa tisuću i jednom stvari po rukama, nitko nema torbu osim mene, pa da mi je netko i uzeo torbu, mogao je fino zaraditi... ali, sva sreća nijedošli smo na Stampedo, i idemo si mi kupiti pivicu za cugat, i vratimo se glupače u sredinu sa pivama, a počelo je svirat Hladno Pivo, ekipa je počela pogati... Pola litre pive sam popila u roku minute, tj. moja majica je popila i hrpa drugih ljudi, napokon sam se dogurala do predvorja, i ostalo mi je u čaši još gutljaj pive, joj kak sam je z guštom popila. Izlazi frendica praznih ruku, ova iza nje isto, pitam ih di je piva, ne znaju... jadne... a baš su bile slatke, kao da su izgubile bubreg ili nešto...:) došla ponoć, došao 1 ujutro, došla 1:41 i ja kažem curama, ajmo unutra sad će počet Antenat, neki frajer se okrene prema meni i kaže, pazi sad ovo: "Pa, oni su ti već svirali" MOLIM ma no way, zezaš me!!! Kaže on da jesu na onom malom stageu. Wtf, mali stage, kakav, kaj, gdje, di je mali stage, i dođemo tamo svirali su neki našminkani, brijem da su The Staggers (austrija) okej su. Pitam tipa koji tam radi jesu li svirali deči iz Antenata, on reče da jesu i to u PONOĆ!!! neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Eto, ti na pouzdanih izvora... Hvala!