nedjelja, 13.08.2006.

I tako to... (doživljaji iz Ždrelca)

Da, da, to je malo mjesto na jednom otoku (neki ljudi zaista i znaju na kojem al' ja vam neću reći :)... Uglavnom, prvi put sam htjela ostati na moru u svom cijelom (zasad predugačkom i predosadnom) životu. U kući do "moje" su neki Nijemci iznajmili apartmane. Zapravo od svih njih (a bilo ih je stvarno previse) jedino što je nama curama (meni i Ivi - metalka, Martina - jadna hrvatska Nijemica koja ne može nositi sve crno zbog mame koja joj ništa ne da, Anja - Ivina mlađa sestra koja će sad u 1. srednje itd. - ali one su bile najzabavnije) bilo zanimljivo su jedna četiri Nijemca. Budući da Iva stalno gleda dečke (i pokušava mi zgaditi život komentarima poput "pozdravi svoga lijepog bracu"), za Roberta (16) je mislila da je seksi. Jeste li kad gledali "Tarzan - kralj New Yorka"? E pa ako ste vidjeli onog krepila koji bi trebao biti Tarzan, onda praktički da ste vidjeli Roberta. Zato smo ga i prozvali "Tarzan - kralj Műnchena" ili kraće - Tarzan. Ostatak dečkiju: Paskal (13), Tomas (14) i Jörgen (18). I tako su, zbog Paskala, oni svi redom dobili i dodatne nadimke kao Excel, PowerPoint i Explorer. A zbog prekomplicirana izgovaranja je Jörgen dobio i nadimke Jogurt, Jorgovan, Cvijetak i sl. On je zapravo imao najbolji smisao za humor od svih tih budala. Isprva je Martina prevodila razgovore, a kad joj je to dopizdilo onda ih je pitala govore li engleski. Oni su rekli daaaa i onda, kad sam ja progovorila, se uspostavilo da nemaju blage nego seru ko' cucki. I tako to sve do zadnje večeri kad sam ja bila tamo. Onda su se dečki išli kupati u 10 sati navečer na drugu plažu (malo udaljenija od one na koju smo svaku večer išli), a ta je plaža zakon, ima ODSKOČNU DASKU i odmah je duboka voda bez plićaka (jupiiiiiii). I meni se nije dalo cipelcugom do kuće skroz gore na vrh brežuljka (ali zato sam imala super pogled na Zadar i Velebit... e sve se vidjelo) pa sam ostala dolje i čuvala ovim babama stvari dok su se one išle presvući u badiće. I gledala ove kako na "švapskom" pričaju prvo o cigaretama, pa pivu, pa dok su ostatak klape skakali se Jogurt poštenski popiknuo na natikače, počeo ih psovati i bacio u zid (na što sam se ja, naravno, strgala), pa dok su izašli nisu mogli naći SVAKI SVOJ ručnik pa me Tarzo upitao: "Do you have a light?" na što sam ja mislila da me pita imam li upaljač ili šibicu (jer to zapravo to i znači) pa kad me ponovno pitao sam skužila da me pita da posvijetlim s mobitelom da vide boje ručnika (svaka čast). I onda sam, hvala Bogu, shvatila da Paskal i Excel, ups, Tomas baš i nisu dobri u engleskom, Tarzo je onu večer kad sam ga u ime svih nas kraljica kretena pitala: "Do you wanna take a walk with us?" bio sav nekakav ošamućen, a Jogurt, koji tamo najbolje "špreha" engleski je bio pijan, ali oni zapravo ZNAJU engleski. I tako mi propala ona dobra "pa kak' može čovjek od 16 godina živjet' u 21. stoljeću i NE ZNAT' engleski". I kad su cure došle, nakon što su se oni svi kupali dok sam ih ja sa obale zajebavala da izgledaju "ko' hrpa plutača na vodi - šuplje glavice", smo se njima zajebavali. Nisu skužili jedan sjajan vic, ali je zato Martini izlanulo Tarzan umjesto Robert, pa mu se Iva morala ispričavat jer ga je tako zvala (a JA sam to smislila), i sve je završilo kad se on OPET nafunjio jer je bio pun mjesec pa smo se ja i Iva malko zajebavale da dođe na svjetlo da vidimo ima li dlakave noge tj. smije li gledati prema mjesecu, što je "pametna" Martina prevela pa se on opet funjio i onda smo išli doma. Ja sam sljedeći dan išla doma, ali mi je Iva rekla da se Tarzo više nije ljutio zbog toga ali mu se nije dalo hodat 15 min. do plaže pa ih je Jogurt zajebavao da ne može ići jer "brije nogice"... I tako to...

VIC KOJI NIJEMCI NISU SKUŽILI:
Q: What's the difference between a lightbulb and a pregnant women?
A: You can unscrew the lightbulb.

DA BISTE ČITALI OVAJ POST TREBATE IMATI ŽIVACA ZA TO. JA NEMAM.

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ARE WE THE WAITING
Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Starry nights city lights,
Coming down over me,
Skyscrapers and stargazers,
In my head

Are we we are, are we we are,
The waiting, unknown,
This dirty town was burning down in my dreams,
Lost and found city bound in my dreams

And screaming,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting,
And screaming,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting

Forget me nots and second thoughts,
Live in isolation,
Heads or tales and fairytales in my mind,
Are we we are, are we we are,
The waiting, unknown

The rage and love, the story of my life,
The Jesus of suburbia is a lie
And screaming

Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown,
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown.


WAITING
Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

I've been waiting a lifetime
For this moment to come
I'm destined
For anything...at all
Downtown lights will be shining
On me like a diamond
Ring out under the midnight hour
No one can touch me now
And I can't turn my back
It's too late ready or not at all

I'm so much closer than
I have ever known...
Wake up

Dawning of a new era
Calling...don't let it catch you falling
Ready or not at all
So close enough to taste it
Almost...I can embrace this
Feeling.... on the tip of my tongue

I'm so much closer than
I have ever known...
Wake up
Better thank your lucky stars....

I've been waiting a lifetime
For this moment to come
I'm destined for anything at all

Dumbstruck
Color me stupid
Good luck
You're gonna need it
Where I'm going if I get there...
At all....

Wake up
Better thank your lucky stars....


MINORITY
Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority

I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I know

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority

Stepped out of the line
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now
The only way I know

One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts

"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
Fuck 'em all
You are your own sight

I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority

One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts

"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
Fuck 'em all
You are your own sight


I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
The minority
The minority
The minority
The minority!


REDUNDANT

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

We're living in repetition
Content in the same old shtick again
Now the routine's turning to contention
Like a production line going over and over and over
Roller coaster

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words

Choreographed and lack of passion
Prototypes of what we were
Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous
Taken for granted
Now I waste it, I faked it, I ate it, now I hate it

'Cause I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words