Pažnju molim... Bebachica is here !!!
Jutros se je moja sestrična Martina napokon - kako ona kaže - napokon (nakon cca. 8 mjeseci) riješila 2900 g težine iz sebe - hehe, da ju sad vidim kad bude ta težina trčkarala uokolo... Sve čestitke i puse Martini i Bebachici (nije to pravo ime, ali još ne znam kak' će se zvat')... Happy birthday !!!
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Why did you come back ???
Sooo, ovo je obviously godina velikih povrataka zvijezda (bivših) kojima je ponestalo love nakon 5, 10, 20 und viele mehr godina... Pa su oni lijepo, ne budi lijeni, okupili svoju ekipu i odlučili napravit' «oproštajne turneje» raznih razmjera... Od «domaćih» blebetalo se o «Novim Fosilima», ali pošto u njihovim redovima ima i mrtvih, reunion nije bila ostvariva, but who knows... Zatim famous «Bijelo Dugme» iliti «Dugmići» i jedno veliko ZAŠTO ??? Ali, naravno, zbog love... Lijepo je to kad odabereš par pjesama kojima tak' i tak' svi koji dolaze znaju melodiju i riječi – možeš i fulat' (o ritmu bi se dalo raspravljat' – ovisno o promilima) pa se praviš velikom zvijezdom na stageu sa svojih 1000 i nešto godina, skakućeš k'o da si dopingirano lane... Ma, 'ajmo curice, 'ajmo dječaci (svećenićko-pedofilski, btw, ja sam ateistica)... E, od «stranih» su se okupili «najdraži» girlie pop bendovi – Backstreet Boys i Spice Girls !!! Weee ! Oni su, eto, svojim vjernim obožavateljima...khm...odlučili za nastupe naplatit' manju cijenu ulaznica (valjda je svima bilo jasno da se nitko osim dvije zaostale propale groupie cure neće ni pojavit' ako cijena bude normalna)... U onom drugom bendu, sve su Mel rekle da se slažu s tim da se okupe, a i Posh nije imala ništ' protiv (kad muž, jadan, slabo zarađuje... morali su potpisat' sad najveći ugovor za neku reklamu... izgovorit' će «Jer mi to zaslužujemo.» za neki šampon – on ima puno kose pa mu treba...), pa će valjda održat par «ekskluzivnih» nastupa... I KRSjedan u Ljubljani za one prevelike pare...
Nemam više riječi... Sve je to komercijalno i žalosno... Umjesto da dostojanstveno završe karijere (barem oni od 100-tinjak godina)... P.S.: Samo da napomenem, blogpoll će trajat' tjedan dana, pa glasajte... Dotad će svirat'... E, da... I isprike obožavateljima spomenutih osoba... Ali meni je sve to previše jadno... Moglo bi se tu svašta još napisat'... Ali neću... I gotovo... Fuj... Sutra TV program. A možda i danas, ne znam... E, Moko, evo Good Charlotte, od Green Daya mi se 10 puta zbrejkao komp, popi...la sam... |
Prvo dvije obavijesti : 1. jučerašnje nepisanje posta je protest zbog nedovoljnog broja komentara (0) pa bolje da danas skupite neke ideje i napišete nešto.
2. Moko, sorry, nisam uopće jučer bila na netu, nisam imala vremena uopće, pa ti evo «Green Day» sa zakašnjenjem (iako ga nisi zaslužila). E, danas pišem o comebackovima i TV programu (ako se to može tako nazvat')... |
Evo, novi outfit...
Dakle, bolje vam je da vam se sviđa sadašnji izgled bloga jer takav će ostat'... Ja ću izgubit' i ovo malo preostalih živaca ako ga budem ponovno uređivala... Inače, stavih blogpoll pa oni koji čitaju ovaj blog (?) imaju mogućnost odlučivanja o audio dijelu istoga. Imate i sat, da se ne zadržite slučajno predugo na mom blogu :D ... E, ako imate kakvih želja ili prijedloga ili dobrih ideja, napišite u komentaru pa ću ja odglumit' zlatnu ribicu... Moram još popravit' neke slike, ne znam zašto se ne loadaju... Uglavnom, vruće mi je pa idem...
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F*** !!!
OK, još nisam počela spremat sobu... Uletila mi je neka buba vel. cca 2 cm, hibrid mrava, ose i veličine stršljena, nekak' tanka u sredini... Prošle godine sam na moru probala ubit' - "prijatelji životinja", ne miješajte se u ovo, ovo nije životinja, već buba !!! - jednu takvu - jako ih je teško ubit', strgala sam cijelu "Arenu" prije nego je krepala... Ako niste znali, ja se bojim buba, vjerojatno najviše od svega (mislim, nije da se ovak' bojim, gadne su i sve...fuj...sva se ježim - koje li ironije po ovoj vrućini). Oduprla sam se nagonu da vrišteći pobjegnem, ćopila bilježnicu iz matke (našla se pri ruci jer sam donijela torbu s balkona (bila je na balkonu dugo, dugo, od petka jer mi se prolila "Jana" od limuna u njoj)), i šutnula bubu bilježnicom (a, eto, barem je nečemu poslužila) u pravcu otvorenog prozora. E, sad... Ziher sam da nije izletjela van jer nisam to vidjela, a poprilično sam sigurna da mi je na krevetu (weee !!!) i sad me strah provjeravat' (mislim, kaj ako se zaleti meni u facu i ubode me, ha ? niti ne znam koja je to izopačena vrsta... zna li itko ???)... Do sljedećeg javljanja (ako mi glava ne bude otečena)...
Peace out ! (War with bugs on !) Poosa... |
In My Hood (ooops... Room)...
Scattered toys screw they face up at me
On some real shit son, they don't want beef I cock that, aim that shit (books etc.) out the window Spray, there ain't a shell that bend my heat Ya'll roaches better lay down, yeah I mean stay down Get hit with a Off spray round, ya ass ain't gon' make it You snakes gon' get layed out in blood and ya brains out Have you on the laminat, shiverin' and shakin' I'm from Sopot mothafucka, where the buildings & cars explode If you feel like you on fire, boy drop and roll homies'll heat ya ass up cause they heart turns cold Now you can be a victim or you can lock and load The party jump, with shorty (a.k.a kendi) bouncin' that ass I won't fuck (? fo' real, 50, op.prev.), gimme a second, I'ma holla, I'ma see whats up I got my spužva in my hand, got my Čarli in my trunk Carve ya turkey up nice, you play me like a punk In my room roaches got love for me, but I don't go no where without my Off In my hood A lil ganja, a lil Žujice, and homies just don't know how to behave In my room snakesss is grimey, I stay on point, I move with my kitchen knife In my hood neighbours might buck at me, so I keep somethin' around to buck back In my hood Dakle... poruka ovog posta je da idem spremat' sobu (možda se više ne vidimo, ovo je fakat opasno), za one koji ne znaju - to je bila slobodna obrada 50-jeve pjesme "In My Hood". P.S. nemam žohare i zmije u sobi (nadam se) - bliska budućnost će pokazat... |
Dobro jutro !
Čovječe, danas sam išla trčat', izgleda da su mi se pluća smanjila jer sam poslije 2.5 kruga skoro krepala... Disala sam k'o lokomotiva (personifikacija), pa ću ić' navečer s one dve jer one isto nisu mogle trčat' (nekakva sparina, kaj ja znam...). Uglavnom, osjećam se čist' dobro unatoč nedostatku sna (a tak' i tak' sanjam školu skoro svaku noć...bljak...pa mi ne fali previše). Ići ću sad kod bake, da ju malo vidim, mama joj mora neke stvari odnijet' (baka je na knežiji pa valjda neki uzi, berettu i crack...) itaq. Pozdravljam sve one dobre ljude još bolje volje koji ovo čitaju: «Hello !!!». Mislim, trudim se svaki dan stavit' neki post, obnovit' boxove i sl., nadam se da su ok. Pisat ću nešto kasnije...
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... pa-pa nadahnuće...
Danas sam na «trčanju» srela Julijanu (iz a. razreda). Ništ' posebno... Nadalje – BOLE ME NOGE !!! Mislim da ću smrvit' nekoliko «Andola», rastopit' ih u vodi i zabost' neku iglu u venu (improvizirana IV iliti infuzija)... Sutra vjerojatno neću moć' ni hodat', ali nema veze, idem ja opet trčat' – ako me ne ubije, ojačat' će me. Uostalom, napredujem. Danas sam otrčala 6 krugova... No, dosta o trčanju, SaX ima novi nastavak, pročitajte ako pratite, a na linku «vrlo» ima jedna kratka i šokantna basna – svakako pročitajte. Inače, baš mi je dobra «Ghetto Gospel» s Akonom, malo tužna, ali dobro...stavit' ću lyrics. Danas idem do solarija – predbilježit' se (jer su sve babe nahrupile, a meni se ne da tražit' neki u gradu). Ne znam kaj da još pišem, zapravo mi se i ne da (primjetih da su blogovi masovno zanemareni – vovk, ovo je upozorenje) pa se vidimo kad dobijem inspiraciju.
Upravo sam se zalila vodom s ledom... jupi !!! ('ajde, barem nisam zalila tipkovnicu) Poosa |
Run, bitch, ruuun !!!
Jučer navečer sam bila vani s frendicama i jednoj od njih je palo na pamet da idemo trčat' (ona, btw, to može jer trenira tae kwon do)... Uglavnom, dogovorile smo se da idemo u 7 ujutro i stavile mobitel-alarme na 6:30... I dalje je povijest... Nije. Probudilo me «Just Lose It», a to se skoro i dogodilo (aaAaaAaaAaa). Digla sam se u 6:45 (još ne znam na koju zombi-foru), pojela cornflakes da mi ne bude zlo (svejedno mi je zlo), oprala zube i našminkala se (Freddy Krueger style) i pokupila se iz stana (nikome nisam rekla kam' idem, ali nisu ni skužili, svi još uvijek spavaju, a ja tu prčkam po blogu). Kupim ja na kiosku: «Dvije Jane, negazirane», a kad sam rekla prodavačici (koja me zna) da idem trčat', počela se smijat' meni u facu (jer me zna). No, dobro... Mi na igralište (U3ne) i trčimo prvo 2 kruga za zagrijavanje (tj., ona trenirajuća frendica – Kristina trči 2 kruga za zagrijavanje, Marina i ja krepavamo 2 kruga). Onda meni prvo padne lanac sa ključevima, pa mobitel, pa slušalica od mp3-ja iz uha... Imam trenirku koja prijeti da će past' s mene (jer ima odrezan rub iz razloga koje sad neću nabrajat'), a moja trenirka je ostala u školi (nadam se da je još tam'). Sve u svemu... nakon ta 2 kruga smo se malo istezale (inkvizicija style) i trčkarale još malo po stazi (da vam objasnim – Kristina je trčala k'o Steffi na tjelesnom kad nam nabija komplekse (5 krugova, samo sporije), a Marina je otrčala još 2 kruga, ja još 3. Došla sam doma u 8. Još mi je zlo...
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Puste misli o praznicima...
Baš si mislim kak' je to lijepo kad sam na praznicima... Još ne mogu vjerovat' da su praznici...da je drugi razred gotov... tooo, čovječe !!! Mislim, ustat ću se sutra ujutro iz kreveta i neću morat' u školu, ali samo sutra ? NEEE !!! Čovječe, ni za 10 ili 20 dana... Ma, čovječe (znam da moram prestat' s tim) – sve do devetog mjeseca (iliti rujna, da skratim...). Znam da me najgore čeka, ali živo mi se je.. jer sam na PRAZNICIMA ! Osjećam se ... energično ... tuče mi se s nekim, a buraza mi nema doma (tipično, nikad ga nema kad ga trebaš)... Nema profe da me pita «Kristina, tebi se zijeva ?» Ne, kozo, ja zijevam... pospana, mrzovoljna, umorna i bezvoljna, jednom riječju – uškoljena (podsjeća na uškopljena – nije ni čudo, ali to je samo za mužjake, ne ?)... Svejedno, je.. vas, ljudi, na praznicima smo... To će biti taj dan... to će biti taj daaan... objesi profesora, zapali školu i uživaj !!!
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Xzibit - Spit Shine I 'ma clean this whole shit out like climax, with words put together better than sony electronics, king of the jungle, humbly stay honest, eat with the lions, swim with peranas, gasoline the scene, strike the match, inferno, I'm too through nigga, so stand back, I spit shine, get mine and rip rhyme and make my career take a incline, I'm strick with knives, straight with razors, good with grenades and great with gadges, (yeah) been around the world on a million stages, watch niggas bitch up and go through changes, I had guns before guns was in fashion, I mashed out before niggas knew mashin, I knew terror before the planes started crashin, I got punch lines and niggas ain't laughin'... I'm gonn be here after the smoke dye down, Insomnia style I won't lye down, fight the good, fight don't need no help, keep your hands up - defend yourself, move like I move and live lifelong , can't move up if your heart's not strong, get your own shit 'cause this shit's mine, every time I spit, I shine Cock-sucker I preach when I practice, back shit up, wrap this, rap shit up, still actin' up, get found in the trunk of an Acuva, ya'll suck like jail in dracula, X turn up the heat, increase the hatred, straight stone face don't fuck with gay shit, so i guess that means I cant fuck with you now, drew down, let off, facate to new town, you feel like bishop, induced now, gotta flame thrower that will burn great holes till you goose down, (yeah) rough sound, same strong background, bent on black the big boys playin' tips down, my whole train of thought is the party, any motherfucker with problems, and not get caught, I was blessed with life when I cursed to death, I'ma spit till my very last breath... Let me get a three second look, I hit a million dollar target, You ain't came up yet well nigga' let me show ya, Come across dope like planes and boats, Like baloons filled with coke, down a mexican's throat, you ever seen a man get smoked and shit on himself, the body shake for a second, then it can't stop a second, the evidence are the weapon and the people involved, let one nigga talk, everybody gettin caught, for sure, I say that, to say this, if you cant handle the time then ride the beach, might as well touch your tail and jump the fence, castrate yourself, expose the bitch, X go head up, the fuck never ran from it, I got engaged with buck shots that you can't stop and You ain't a killer you're an album filler, You ain't a soldier you're a rap promoter, Game over... |
2pac feat. Akon - Ghetto Gospel If I could recelect before my hood dayz I would sit in bliss and reminis on the good dayz. i stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em they stressed and goin under. we never really went through that cause we was born ???? today things change,its a shame they blame it on the youth cause the truth look strange for them its worse, we come from a world thats cursed and it hurts. cause any day theyll push the button. and yall condemned like malcom x and uncle bob they died for nothin. make the people teary, the world looks dreary but when you wipe your eyes you see it clearley. theres no need for you to fear me. if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me. it aint about black or white, both doin i hope you see the light before its ruiend my ghetto gospel [Akon] Cause thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)and Eating in the (ghetto)or Sleeping in the (ghetto) (ghetto) Cause thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)and Eating in the (ghetto)or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) [2Pac] Tell me do you see that old lady she aint sad living out a bag, in rags, loving the things she has over there see that lady, the cracks got her crazy. and shes gonna give birth to a baby? i shouldnt let it fade me. we out of the projects jumped into another form of slavery. and even now i get discouraged. i wonder if its tooken all back will i still keep the courage. i refuse to be a role modle. i keep control on the hoes and take out my old bottle. i make mistakes, i learn from everyone. and when its said and done, ill be called a better one. if i strecth you dont stretch. never forget, god is gonna finish with me yet. i feel his hands on my brain. when i write ryhmes, i go blind, and let the lord do this thing. but am i any less holy, i choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies and then world peace, we tried and failed now theres war in the streets my ghetto gospel. [Akon] Cause thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)and Eating in the (ghetto)or Sleeping in the (ghetto) (ghetto) Cause thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)and Eating in the (ghetto)or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) [Bridge] Gun shots every night in the (ghetto) Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto) Every day is a fight in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) Got kids to feed in the (ghetto) Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto) Every day somebody bleed in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) [Akon] Cause thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)and Eating in the (ghetto)or Sleeping in the (ghetto) (ghetto) Cause thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)and Eating in the (ghetto)or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) |
OutKast - Roses [Verse One - Andre 3000] Caroline! Caroline! All the guys would say she's mighty fine But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short Yeah, now dig this, even though (even though) You'd need a golden calculator to divide (to divide) The time it took to look inside and realize that Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! [Chorus- Repeat 2x] I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See that roses really smell like boo-boo Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo [Verse Two - Andre 3000] Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "bitch" (bitch) I hope she's speeding on the way to the club Trying to hurry up to get to some Baller or singer or somebody like that And try to put on her makeup in the mirror And crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!) She needs a golden calculator to divide (to divide) The time it takes to look inside and realize that Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! [Chorus- Repeat 2x] I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See that roses really smell like boo-boo Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo [Verse Three – Big Boi] Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty I said "Would you call me?" She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?" I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing" Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak Trickin' off this bitch is lost Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see ya support bra not support you! [Chorus- Repeat 4x] I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank But lean a little bit closer See that roses really smell like boo-boo Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo [Repeat 2x] Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasin' cars What happens when the dough get so low Bitch, you ain't that fine No way.. no way.. no way [Repeat 2x] Crazy bitch (repeated in background) Bitch, stupid ass bitch Old punk ass bitch, old dumbass bitch A bitch's bitch, just a bitch |
Young Buck - Do It Like Me [Young Buck:] All My Thugs And Thugets Walk Where I Walk, See What I See Now I Welcome You All To Cashville, Tennekee All My Life, I Hustle'd All Night Now I'm Alright, My Wrist Is All Ice And I Did It All, Without Ya'll Advice I Done Been To Hell And Back, Twice You Cant Do It Like Me! Now As The World Turns, I Let My Bud Burn Police Writin' Down My Tags, Like Im Con'cerned I Graduated From The Nickels And Dimes You Need The F.E.D.'s Bitch, To Come Get Mine Get On The Grind Hoe, And Stay The Fuck Up Outta Mine Fo' The Kid's Find Daddy Lay'd Out With His Eyes Closed I Know, Can't Be Humble In The Jungle Give A Nigga An Inch, He'll Take A Whole Mile From Ya' So I Bust First, Fuck This Earth Nigga Whats Worse? Wakin' Up In The Pen, Or Sleepin' Up Under The Dirt Boo Yow! Is The Sound Of The 40 Cal. Ak's Bananna Clips Hold A 100 Rounds Test Me, Rude Boy Don't Want None Got Jamacan's And Hesian's Buck, Buck, Buckin' They Gun Where The Hood At? Nigga, That's Where I Come From Where Shoot Dice, Snort White, Sell Crack And Heroine You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too But Nobody Gon' Rock With You Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me) {[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear} You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too But Nobody Gon' Rock With You Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me) {[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear} G-UNIT!!! Somebody Tell Me What This World Comin' To Why They Go Get They Metal Detector's When We Come Through Yah, I Know We Got Beef, And Niggas Say They Wanna Kill Us But You Can't Get Mad, Cuz The Whole World Feel Us Do The Math, Half Of These Niggas Lying In They Rhymes They Don't Even Read The Paper Work, Just Sign On The Line I Got A 9, And A Heart To Go Get Mine And I'll Be God Damn, If I Take A Loss This Time I'm Fishline, In The Water, Nibble Only To Get Caught May I Take Ya' Order? Yah, I Can Get It In New York See The Streets Know, This Nigga Here'll Let The Heat Go Be Low, Don't Be No Muthafuckin' Hero A Kilo'll Get A Nigga Whole Click Killed You Ain't Gotta Spend Shit, Niggas'll Hustle Up A Mill When You Live With All The Roaches, You Kill All The Rats And The Thugs, That Ain't Focused, Get They Head Cracked You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too But Nobody Gon' Rock With You Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me) {[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear} You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too But Nobody Gon' Rock With You Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me) {[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear} G-UNIT!!! I Know I Got A Dirty Mouth, Bitch I'm From The South I'm Nuthin Like What You Done Seen Or You Done Heard About I'm In My Best On The Block, A Vest And A Glock, And The Rest In My Sock Unless I Was Pac, You Wont See Me With A Cross On My Back Gotta Do My Own Thang, Can't Copy That Cat Let Me Holla At Ya' For A Minute May'ne If Ya Stand For Nuthin' Nigga, You'll Fall For Anythang I'm Bustin Any Brain, They Say That I'm Insaine But I Came In This Game With Cocaine In My Viens What I'm Sayin, That I'm Trained To Go And Turn A Penny To A 20 You Complain, I'd Rather Work With What He Sent Me, Ain't It Strange? How I Went From A Hoopty To A Bently, I Ain't Changed I'm In The Hood, You Want Me? Come And Get Me Feel My Pain, But Don't Feel Sorry For Me Cuz They're Some Kids In Samalia With Nuthin To Eat You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too But Nobody Gon' Rock With You Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You Cant Do It Like Me) {[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear} You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too But Nobody Gon' Rock With You Cuz You Can't Do It Like Me (Cuz, You Cant Do It Like Me) {[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear} G-UNIT!!! [Scratching {50 Cent: Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}] |