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subota, 23.09.2006.

...došao je kraj...

..dragi moji,vrijeme je da Vas pozdravim...desilo se puno toga,više ružnih nego lijepih stvari koje su me dovele do toga da zatvorim i ovo poglavlje..nemojte misliti da mi nećete faliti,faliti ćete dakako i to puno...ali svemo lijepom brzo dođe kraj..

..budite mi lijepi i dragi kao što ste bili dosada..Vaša potpora mi je puno značila i užasno mi je žao da sve ovo mora završiti ali...cést la vie...

..chitat ću Vas čim budem stigla....

..voli Vas sve ...alex

23.09.2006. u 10:11 • 19 KomentaraPrint#

ponedjeljak, 11.09.2006.

..and it was all...yellow

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.

I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called "Yellow."

So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all "Yellow."

Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.

I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.

Cos you were all "Yellow,"
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all "Yellow."

Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know
For you I'd bleed myself dry
For you I'd bleed myself dry

It's true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.

..neznam zašto..ali kad sam u bluesu..obozavam slušati ovu stvar...ne,nije mi se ništa dogodilo..jednostavno svako tolko pere me neki blues...i počinjem se preispitivati,kako,zašto..se neke stvari događaju baš meni...

..znam na tone ljudi koji su sretni i zadovoljni malim stvarima..i divim im se..do nedavno sam i sebe smatrala takvom osobom..ali u stvari vidim da nije istina..

..tko me poznaje..misli da nemogu biti tužna,loše volje..uvijek se smijem i trudim se nasmijavti druge..ali jednostavno neznam dali nemogi ili neželim drugima pokazivati kako se ustvari osijećam..uvijek sam tvrdila da ne treba druge zamarati vlastitim problemima jer i ovako imaju dovoljno svojih..

..tako da mi ovo mjesto dođe kao ventil..i paše mi..lakše mi je..bar zamalo...

..neznam...mislim da bi u rječniku kraj pojma naivčina trebala biti moja slika..haha..ne,stvarno,smatram se dovoljno inteligentnom osobom..ali jednostavno krivo tumačim ljude,svi su super,ok...a na kraju uvijek ja spušim...ah...

...jednostavno mislim da zaslužujem više...

11.09.2006. u 17:03 • 13 KomentaraPrint#

petak, 01.09.2006.

..bajkeriiiiiiiiiiiii..

lud

..ola pipl,konačno počelo je ...ponovo hehecerek

..danas počinju bajkeri u puli,kažu (twin hornovsci) da će biti ludo i nezaboravno...živi bili...heheh

..svake godine se kod njih super provedem...i trijeznim 3 dana hahanut

..ove godine mi je sve malo na knap,večeras su Razvaline jedan suuuper cover band,ludilo sviraju sve živo,a sutra Topić i Atomsko...radije razvaline heheh..

..sad sve bi bilo ok da:
-ne moram radit
-ne moram raditi
i naravno da
-ne moram raditbangbangbang

...ali...nema veze danas sam popdne,sutra jutarnja pa nastavak,yes..mojim kolegama "navodno" treba pomoč tako da kad završim ovdje...moram "volontirati" do 21-22h....ufffaaaaaaalud

..tako da je plan,raditheadbang,presvući se,sjest na motor i pravac pula,tamo sam oko 23-24h,razbit se i pravac natrag na delo hehehe

..radit ću ko munjenasmokin

..imam jednu patnju,oni tamo imaju elektricnog bika,i obozavam ga..ali full mi je bed pred masom ljudi..pa se nadam da cu ovaj vikend smoći hrabrosti (riječima:puuuno pive) i konačno...zajahati ga zujo

01.09.2006. u 16:29 • 9 KomentaraPrint#

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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.