Ja iden u skulu, iden doma, gledan simpsone, pod istim krovom, slušan sve osim ovih novih bendova (komercijalizirane face), Cajki (sine u planine)
Koliko vas je tenutno na ovoj stranici
Što misliš o momu blogu:
ovako ja izgledan kada reklame traju po po ure
ili kad me mater pošalje da gren sredit sobu
Što volin:
-na bilo koji način se zabavljat
-smijat
-plakat
-učit kemiju (virovali ili ne meni je gušt učit kemiju)
-Čitat zanimljive knjige
-slušat što mi se sluša
-gađat se smokijima i vodenin balunima
-poć na natjecanje iz matematike (ako je dobro društvo)
-pomagat ljudima (zbog toga i želin bit medicinsak sestra)
-nećaka (ima dvi godine jo što je smišan)
-moga pokonjega pasa Paška (još ga nisan zaboravila)
-bilo što što je retro
-hipije
Što ne volin:
-ljude koji ti se ulizuju a zada leđa seru svašta o tebi (two-faces peopole)
-učit povjest i ostale predmete
-debelu pizzu
-ljude kojima je važan izgled (ali samo izgled)
-ljude koji nemaju niti dva zrna soli u glavi
-rasiste
Evo riči od nekih pisama
znan da je to dosadno ali....
B.Y.O.B.
Why do they always send the poor
Barbarisms by Barbaras
With pointed heels
Victorious victories kneel
For brand new spankin' deals
Marching forward hypocritic and
Hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Blast off
It's party time
And we don't live in a fascist nation
Blast off
It's party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Kneeling roses disappearing into
Moses' dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox stealing
Our intentions
Hangers sitting dripped in oil
Crying freedom
Handed to obsoletion,
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sunshine
Everybody's going to the party have a real good time
Dancing in the desert blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don't presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
They always send the poor
They always send the poor
BLACK SABBATH
"Paranoid"
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late
Evo, polako se bliži kraj počinju navale ispitivanja pa se mora učit tako da ni neznan ko više ima vrimen poć na internet. Mi se polako počinjemo dogovarat šta ćemo napisat na majce, što ćemo kupit razrednici itd..... klasičan kraj školske godine.
Aj izdržat ću još dva tri dana a onda:
Ču se odmorit do krajnjih granica
Pa ću malo bit na komjuteru (čitaj:internetu)
Naslušat ću se muzike (ali lavija)
Radit ću
Te se nadan da ću uštedit za nove
STARKE
A šta ćete vi činit?