rock_on_alexx
utorak, 09.05.2006.
..dragi moj dečki...
...iskreno neznam više šta izmisliti da bi opravdala vašu genetsku modifikaciju fulanja wc školjke...pa niti da gađate sa 700m,stojite uspravno,znači imate cijelu ptičju perspektivu,nišanite,koncentrirate se,pucate...i ćorak..sve po dasci ili koje sam ja sreće po podu
odmah u rodilištu trebali bi vam ugraditi čip,oh wc,šta ono moram...DIGNUTI DASKU!!!!
...i ako je moguće nakon obavljenog posla SPUSTITI ISTU!!!
..trust me...još bi vas više voljele kad bi konačno naučili kako to ide,a još da zamijenite rolu kad potrošite sav papir..
..ali s druge strane,treba priznati da su cure ponekad još gore..eh da drage treba priznati!!!..ja osobno imam paranoju od javnih wc-a,trpjet ću dok mi mjehur ne poprimi dimenziju kravljeg vimena i tad svejedno neću popustiti..osim u hitnim slučajevima,i tad trebalo bi mi hektolitar neceg sterilnog,7 tona wc papira da sve lijepo oblozim and so on...nisam razmažena,trust me..ali javni wc brrrrrrrrr
..sinoć...bili u bircu koji ima najodvratniji wc u cijeloj istri pretpostavljam..dočarat ću vam ga..znači,1m za 1m otprilike s tim da je pisoar odmah tik do lavandina,tako da u većini slučajeva dok perem ruke ugodno ćaskam s trenutnim korisnikom o tome kako oboje imamo pune ruke posla ..a za ući u wc e tu je potrebno svo stečeno znanje iz tjelesnog u srednjoj,s tim da sportaši i rekreativci imaju dodatnu prednost,wc je toliko mali da kad otvorite vrata u biti udarite u školjku,ako imate kratke noge nemoguće vam je ući,znači otvorili ste vrata,naravno imate zatvorene oči da vas nebi udarila kap,radite špagu u zraku i taman kad osijećate da avm pucaju svi ligamenti..to je taj trenutak..prebacite nogu preko školjke i uvlačite trbuh i držite zrak dok ne osjetite da vam je izrasla grba na leđima..i...uspjeli unutra ste..
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..ustvari,testiram samu sebe da vidim jesam li u mogućnosti otvoriti blog već kad to svi rade...hehe
..ovo mi je zadatak iz jednog kolegija,pa potrudit ću se da izgleda što bolje..hehe
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..pa nešto o meni...
ime:Sandra
znak:bik
trenutno stanje:radim i studiram,bar pokušavam
volim:nutellu,rock,rock i opet rock,motore,motore i opet motore,
svog dragog naravno,proljeće,jesen,
nevrijeme,zalazak
i izlazak sunca,
snježno jutro,dobar koncert,pizzu i pivo,
sve što vole mladi
značke i životinjsko carstvo hehe,svog mačora,
jpg,jorgovane,balaševića,
axla,daniela day lewis,jacka nicholson,roberta deniro..
..skoro sam zaboravila KAVU lol......
ne volim:glupe ljude koji sebe
smatraju ultrainteligentnim
a toliko su plitki da to ne vide,
ljude koji nemaju smisla za humor,
anoreksične manekenke koje bi ko fol trebale biti
primjer dobrog izleda,pliiiiiiiz!!!..
kakva sam:ah,tu bi se dalo,tvrdoglava,naporna ponekad,
inteligentna,
smiješna,smotana,dobročudna,
većinom pozitivna,ponekad sujetna,ali definitvno
"zmiješana" lol
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...my music...
POISON
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no
Runnin'deep inside my veins, Burnin'deep inside my veins
It's poison I don't want to break these chains
SELLING THE DRAMA
and to love: a god
and to fear: a flame
and to burn a crowd that a name
and to right or wrong
and to meek or strong
it is known, just scream it from the wall
I've willed, I've walked, I've read
I've talked, I know, I know,
I've been here before
hey, now we won't be raped
hey, now we won't be scarred like that
it's the sun that burns
it's the wheel that turns
it's the way we sing that makes 'em dream
and to Christ: a cross
and to me: a chair
I will sit and earn the ransom from up here
Sunday Bloody Sunday
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song
How long, how long
Tonight we can be as one, tonight
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across a dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won
Trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
How long, how long must we sing this song
How long, how long
'Cause tonight we can be as one
Tonight, tonight
Sunday bloody Sunday
Tonight tonight
Sunday bloody Sunday
Tonight tonight
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Wipe your blood shot eyes
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and T.V. reality
Sunday bloody Sunday
And today the millions cry
Sunday bloody Sunday
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
Sunday bloody Sunday
The real battle just begun
Sunday bloody Sunday
To claim the victory Jesus won
On a Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday
WHITE WEDDING
Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
Hey little sister who's your superman
Hey little sister who's the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!
It's a nice day to start again
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who's the only one
I've been away for so long (so long)
I've been away for so long (so long)
I let you go for so long
It's a nice day to start again (come on)
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
(Pick it up)
Take me back home
There is nothin' fair in this world
There is nothin' safe in this world
And there's nothin' sure in this world
And there's nothin' pure in this world
Look for something left in this world
Start again
Come on
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again.
It's a nice day for a white wedding
It's a nice day to start again
WHISHLIST
I wish I was a neutron bomb, for once I could go off.
I wish I was a sacrifice but somehow still lived on.
I wish I was a sentimental ornamnet you hung on
The christmas tree, I wish I was the star that went on top,
I wish I was the evidence
I wish I was the grounds for fifty million hands up raised and opened toward the sky.
I wish I was a sailor with someone who waited for me.
I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me.
I wish I was a messenger, and all the news is good.
I wish I was the full moon shining off your camaro's hood.
I wish I was an alien, at home behind the sun,
I wish I was the souvenir you kept your house key on.
I wish I was the pedal break that you depended on.
I wish I was the verb to trust, and never let you down.
I wish I was the radio song, the one that you turned up,
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,
I guess it never stops.