Deadly Cold

2011-09-02T14:19:00.000-07:00

My best friend said we should both write a blog on this particular theme. At first I didn't like the idea, because my artistic mind came to a cute little thing every artist hates most - the artistic mindblock - if that is, what it's called. The thing is like a sickness ..
However, this theme is pleasant and nice, and the best part, I don't have to make one thing up. The story is long, but I will try to make it as short as possible, and will as well try to make it a nice reading.

So, this is a story about a boy, named Uroš, a person of many hobbies and plenty time to spend it on them. Sometimes, I even get myself to believe he stole time from Cronos, the great old titan, who had the Time under his comand.
So, Uroš once found himself a perfect book; it was the first in the series of 'A Song Of Ice And Fire'. The book was called 'A Game Of Thrones', and it took him over completely. Actually, he was so inspired by it, he told me I had to read it, and he even insisted on lending me his, which is a very rare thing to happen, when it comes to his books. So, that is the story of a boy, so now let's get on with a different one.

This is a story of a girl. A book was forced onto me. I didn't want to read it, since I had already had one or two unread of my own. But well, Uroš is a person who won't fall just onto anything .. Or is he?
I couldn't bring myself to start with the read just like that. But once, I happened to just get a reading itch. And I had to read, no matter what. So, I decided to pick this book up, and to open it. I started to read slowly, since I love these kind of books, though I wasn't too sure, because sometimes they are just a bore; the writers can't write; the situations are clumsy; the characters are dull and stereotyped. Not that I'm too bothered, these books are easy to read, mostly. And some really shorten your wait, or are great to blow time by going through them, but ... there is always a but. Like that Twilight saga. Very interesting, and sweet, and pretty, and romantic, and so forth and back. It really gives you the thrill, and expectation of something, and you also feel pleasant after you've read it. But ... there is always a but. I would lie, if I said Twilight wasn't interesting and all that, but the truth is this as well: 'it is empty, it is shallow, it is dull, it is clumsy, it is all black and white. Beautiful! But not.
However, this was a total ... it was pure awesomeness. I had plenty of pages read without even knowing it. I admit it, it was hard at times, because the book is, well, filled with people; and this or that thing, these people did, or are doing, it is complex; and there is this vivid description of the landscapes; and the characters are so very human, and so very immature at times, they literally grow and fall in front of your eyes!; and there are so many interesting, and unbelievable, rather unthinkable closures there ...
Though, I kinda don't want to read any more of that, for the thought, of any of my fav. characters getting killed ... Let me first say, that I'm about at the beginning of the third book - A Storm Of Swords.
And I seriously don't want to read the book no longer, if either Arya, Jon, or Tyrion get killed.
Though Tyrion probably will, because he is the writers favourite, so who knows what other kind of hell will Mr. Martin bring upon him.
Jon might get killed, because he is constantly at that very edge of that double-edged sword (not to mention that he is a bastard :P), but maybe that is the reason he survives.
My greatest fear goes to Arya though; she is just old enough to get killed, without anyone seriously freaking out; Bran actually survived - to where I'm at -; and she is a prodigy plus a very bold kid - how coud she have survived so far? ... Yet Arya has this - quirky and cute at the same time - thing about her, that you just HAVE TO love.
I love the series so much, I even went and watched the HBO ones. That was such a disaster at some points, very far from the book as well, but I didn't mind watching, and I totally fell into the character.

A story of a 5-hour wait.
I've been there, and done that, and even put it on paper afterwards :D :D :D
Uroš has the original, though, and I didn't make copies. However, let's get that long story short.
I got there at 6:20 pm, and the place was crawling with people. At that moment, I thought to myself something, like:' OMG! People! Plenty! Can't do this ...' But after a couple of minutes, I knew I could. It should only be a two-hour wait, right? WRONG.
After the 30 mins (or was it even more) outside, there was the horrid thing just in between the front doors and the lobby, where a kid had collapsed, an one-hour wait in the lobby, a quick move up the stairs and a load of line upstairs. When I got to the first floor, I knew it was really bad. But I didn't know how bad it was, until I came from around the corner. But fuck the corner, there was a thing like a labyrinth of lines there, after that. Oh, really? The 'labyrinth' against the final line, I have no words for it! It was like the Netherlands' Mount Vaals (332'7) against the Alps, or (let's exaggerate) Mount Everest. The Final Line was actually pretty much as long as the whole trip until then, maybe multiplied by 2, or maybe 3. And then, after that line, there was this oasis. I could see the almighty GRRM, he was sitting on his throne, signing autographs, and looking great!
The Lord of the North, Eddard Stark, or Boromir to everyone else, was sitting on the Iron Throne behind him, looking troubled. I kind of had this feeling that, he was symbolising GRRM's suffering, they had to feel quite alike - different reasons and all that included. Yet still, Mr. Martin looked like he was there, chit-chatting for five hours. He was so fresh-looking, and had such a kind smile on his face. You could see he was really tired, but he didn't show it. If I didn't know, he was there the whole time - working his arm off, not being able to move, with the exeptional shaking of hands, writing, and talking to people -, I'd probably never believe he was tired.

A walk around a corner and I was standing in front of him. I started to blable, about how much Uroš loves his work, and how thrilled he was to hear of him coming to Si, but couldn't come, because he had to go to Scotland. And I pushed my friends book in front of him, so he could sign it, and even dared to give him my favourite 'Ninja Turtles' notebook to sign. It was among my favourite things in the world! I told him it was my favourite, when he laughed a bit. It was a kind laugh though, and he did sign it. :D :D :D
I saved it among the happiest moments of my life, in my mind. I also got Mr. Gorenc to sign the book, and he also wrote a dedication, quoting my words. It was the awesomest dedication ever. Also, he immediately knew who Uroš was. It was crazy. :D :D :D Too bad, I didn't ask him for an autograph, but I was really out, or off.

I also had this very kind gentleman, working as a security guard there, to help me take pictures of Mr. Martin, and after the whole ceremony, I met him outside later, and we talked for a bit. It was really great. Somewhere, before I met him outside, I saw Martin, Gorenc, and a couple of others I didn't know, walk down the street, past me. I thought, I should follow them, and take pictures, and stalk like every normal person, but I didn't have the heart to bug them more.
The whole thing wouldn't happen, if it wasn't for my best friend.

Thank you, Urron sama!!!

I would also like to thank Mr. George Martin for his patience, and for signing every single autograph there was, and even with a smile on his face. He is THE MAN! An amazing person!

A thanks goes to Mr. Gorenc as well, for being a good narrator, and keeping us cool. And of course for autograph and the dedication of pure awesomeness.

And of course, a thanks goes to every single person, who took care of us, up there on the hellway, and of course, to all the kids, who came to the event, and kept their coolness till the very end, and for making others smile, and for all the chit-chat ...

Thanks for the read, cye l8r ;)

Ena najboljših pesmi wseh časow / One of the greatest songs ever

2011-07-10T09:27:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULMtbisYdCQ

Naslov pesmi: Tornero
Izvajalec: I Santo California
Album: Se Davvero Mi Vuoi Bene ... Tornero
Leto: 1974

Zgodovwina:
S to pesmijo so se ISC prebili na wrh Italije, nekaj kasneje so postali globalni, pesem je bila predwajana po wsem swetu in besedilo le-te prewedeno w mnogo jezikow.

Kljub wsesplošni slawi so w Italiji utrpeli hladen tuš, saj jih niso predwajali praktično na nobeni pomembnejših glasbenih TV oddaj.
Na prestižnem glasbenem Sanremo festivalu so, leta 1978, kot tekmowalci, s pesmijo 'Monica' pristali na tretjem mestu.
Po tem uspehu ali neuspehu, so počasi zbledeli w ozadje in nastopali le še na regionalnih in lokalnih sejmih.

Tornero:
Pesem gowori o dečku, ki odhaja z wlakom in zapušča swojo ljubezen, swoje dekle.
Prešlo je leto, on pa še naprej hrepeni po njej in njeni ljubezni in obljublja, 'Tornero', da se bo wrnil ...

Zaključek:
Nikoli se nisem poglabljala w besedilo, mogoče sem ga razumela kot otrok, a wsakič, ko sem jo slišala, me je pesem pretresla ...
Tako ali drugače, namerno oddaja mogočno energijo, w kateri tiči moč njegowe obljube, njej in samemu sebi. I Santo California so wsa ta čustwa (w tej obljubi) čudowito pretworili w melanhonično melodijo, ki je kljub temu prelepo barvita.

Opombe:
Kar se tiče zatona skupine, to se dogaja, ko žiwiš med fowšljiwci, naj jih bo sram, band je bil preweč dober za izumrtje!

Kar se tiče pesmi, res mi je žal tega tipa, ampak bodimo realni, ženska ga je pozabila po kakšnem mesecu ali šestih in ga zamenjala za nekega waškega bogatina.
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Song Title: Tornero
Performers: I Santo California
Album: Se Davvero Mi Vuoi Bene ... Tornero
Year: 1974

History:
With this song ISC got their breakthrough to the top of Italy, and a bit later they suddenly went global, the song was aired worldwide and the lyrics were translated into many languages.

Notwithstanding the fame they had achieved in the World the band was snubbed in Italy, for they were hardly broadcasted in any of the principal musical TV programs.
At the prestigius Sanremo Music Festival 1978, the group as contestans ended up in third place with a song titled 'Monica'.
After that success or failure, they slowly faded away and were left off performing at regional and local fairs.

Tornero:
The song speaks to us through a boy, who's leaving by a train, abandoning his love, his girl.
A year passed by and he's still yearning for her and her love, promising: 'Tornero', he will come back ...

Closure:
I have never really immersed* into the lyrics, maybe I understood those when I was a little, yet every single time I heard it, the song shook my insides - as in emotionally ...
Either way, the song is intentionally radiating a vibrant energy, whithin which stirrs the power of his promise, promise to her and himself. I Santo California wonderfully convertet those strong emotions (upon the promise) into a melancholy melody, which is, against all odds, beautifully colorful.

Glosses:
As far as the concern of the fading of the band goes, this is what occurs, while u live among envious snobbs, they should be ashamed!, the band was too good for extinction!

Concerning the song, I really deeply feel for this guy, but let's be real, the woman has forgotten him after somewhere between one and six months and swapped him with a certain town 'Richie Rich' character.
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* - inappropriate word, can't find another atm ... myb I should try with 'dive into', 'submerge', ...

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2010-02-13T17:47:00.000-08:00

Muflona ljubi Fanija

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Muflona loves Fani

<3 <3 <3

PS: today is 14th February 2010 and its 2:53 am

Prazno/Empty

2009-07-27T13:54:00.000-07:00

Prazno *by PoLona Klemenc*

Zrem v ogledalo.

Ni me v odsevu.

Ni pravi občutek.

Sem duh v svojih mislih.

Sem tisti, ki sem ga pustil za sabo.

Vseskozi romam po hiši.

Zdi se, da nič ni narobe.

In nič ni prav.

Ne opazim se.

Stopim kar skozi sebe.

Zrem v ogledalo.

Prazno je.

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Empty *by PoLona Klemenc*

I stare at the mirror.

I'm not in the reflection.

It doesn't feel right.

I'm the ghost inside my mind.

I'm the one I left behind.

I keep on roaming the house.

It seems like nothing is wrong.

And nothing is right.

I don't notice myself.

I walk straight through myself.

I stare at the mirror.

It's empty.

Klasifikacija najboljši prijatelj/Best friend material

2009-07-24T15:26:00.000-07:00

Tole bom napisala za moje najbolše prijatelje ... Ok, zaradi mojih najboljših prijateljev ... Tistih, ki so do nedavnega to bili ... V angleščini sem res dobro besedno zvezo najdla hehe ... Kam to pelje? Kmalu bom kvalificirana kot genij ali pač kot norec ... Če je bilo sploh kdaj pomembno ...

Zgodba poteka ... 2 najboljša prijatela sta me odpikala kot najboljšega prijatelja ...
Eden me je odpikal zaradi sten, ki sem jih gradila okoli sebe (v bistvu so se same in jaz se jih še vedno ne morem znebiti - niti malo) in zato, ker sem egoistična - kar nisem, sem egocentrična in ja tu je razlika ... Egocentrično je bližje narcisističnemu in egoistično je bližje materialističnemu: v kolikor to zadeva mene ...
Drugi mi je dejal, da ne morem biti najboljša prijateljica zaradi nekih okoliščin ... Karkoli je že to pomenilo ... Zdi se mi, da ima probleme s t.i. (tako imenovano) fant-dekle razmerje, ki pravi, da fant in dekle ne moreta biti najboljša prijatelja ... Tako ali drugače se nikoli nisem imela za dekle ...

Ampak oba imam tako zelo rada. Reči hočem, zelo majhna skupina oseb je, ki so mi blizu, pa čeprav imam vsaj malo rada veliko ljudi ... Imela sem 7 najboljših prijateljev (samo 5 sedaj). Za te fante in punce dam življenje! Sedaj pa se vse zdi kot neokusne, slabe sanje. Najboljši prijatelj pride k meni in reče: " Eiga, veš, ne moreva biti najboljša prijatelja. Preprosto ni prav." Potem mi pove kakšne scene mu/ji delam ...

Izgleda, da ne morem biti klasificirana za najboljšega prijatelja. Ampak zakaj? Kako prepoznaš najboljšega prijatelja od normalnega prijatelja in ostalih? Kje je zanka?
Saj bom tam, ko me boš potreboval, vedno bom imela ramo na kateri se lahko razjočeš, izmišljevala si bom najbolj trapaste vice, samo da te spravim v boljšo voljo, pa četudi to pomeni, da bom iz sebe naredila budalo. Življenje bom dala zate.
Poskušam biti boljša oseba. Lahko se in bom se prilagodila, če bo potrebno, ampak to ne pomeni, da bom tiho, če bom hotela nekaj spornega povedati.. Poslušala bom in povedala zakaj se ne strinjam, če je konflikt. In stala bom za svojimi besedami, kot se to reče pri nas. Ne glede na vse. Ali me to naredi manjšo osebo? Manj prijatelja? In če že, zakaj? Priznam svojo zmoto, ampak, če je ni oziroma je ne sprejmem kot to, tu ni več za povedati.
Ne bom rekla, da nisem dekle, zato, da ti bom lahko prijatelj. To pravim zato, ker se ne počutim kot dekle. Pa čeprav so mi fantje všeč. Pa kaj potem? Ali to pomeni, da sem dekle? Kaj pa, če sem fant ujed v dekliškem telesu? Mogoče sem tomboy. Mogoče tega sranja sploh ni. Obstaja več takih, kot sem sama. Fantje ujeti v dekliškem telesu in obratno. Ali nas to naredi slabša bitja? Zakaj tako?

Ne vem zakaj sploh obstajajo najboljši prijatelji in manj prijatelji. Ne razumem kaj me naredi ne-najboljšega-prijatelja. Ker te ne pokličem vsak dan? To ne pomeni, da obstaja dan, ko vsaj enkrat ne pomislim nate. To ne pomeni, da mi nisi drag. Sem hladno, kar mrzlo, bitje. Svoja občutja držim zase. Priznam, da se včasih kar preveč zaprem vase, ampak taka sem odkar sem bila majcena deklica. Ja nekoč sem slednje bila. Ampak sedaj nisem velika deklica. Tudi ženska nisem.
Sem nekaj, kar je ujeto zunaj škatle ( po ameriško). Vedno sem bila izven škatle in v mnogih primerih. Je to tako grozen zločin? Zakaj tako? Tisočkrat bi bila križana in zažgana na grmadi, preprosto zato, ker sem, kar sem. Saj bi morala biti, menijo mnogi. Ali pa rečejo, da tako ne mislijo, ampak še vseeeno se vedno tako zdi. Sovražim svojo drugačnost, ampak gnusna mi je misel, da bi bila taka kot so vsi drugi, samo zato, da bi me nekdo maral, ljubil. Tole bi morala napisati deset let nazaj, ampak nikoli prej mi nihče ni rekel, da noče biti moj najboljši prijatelj zato, ker sem, kakršna sem. Hudiča, deset let nazaj sploh vedela nisem kaj najboljši prijatelj je. Tudi sedaj nisem prepričana, da vem, kakšen vrag to je. Morala bi se bolj odpreti. Ampak tega se bojim, vem. Priznam. Ne vem niti kako se odpreti. Nisem dobra z besedami. Vsaj ne, kadar jih je potrebno spregovoriti. Jih spraviti na odprto. Ne zmorem tega. Hvala bogu za pisavo heh heh.

Mir. Hvala, da ste brali to sranje. Če že veste odgovor, kar povejte. Vesela bom vsake besede. Rada poslušam. Vsaj to znam.

Love ye all!
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I'm going to write this one for my best friends ... Ok, because of my best friends ... Best friends used-to-be-s ... LoL heh making up new things all the time ... Where's it leading me? Soon I'll be either quallified as a genius or a nutter ... If it ever mattered ...
The story goes by ... 2 best friends told me off as a best friend ...
One told me he couldn't take me as one because of the walls I built around me ( they built themselves really and I still can't just bring them down - at all) and because I'm egoistic - which I'm not, I'm egocentric and yes there's a difference ... Egocentric is closer to narcissistic and egoistic is closer to materialistic: as far as I'm concerned ...
The other one told me I could never be his best friend because of the circumstances ... Whatever that meant ... I think he has an issue with that boy - girl relationship about boys and girls not being able to be best friends ... I never considered myself a girl really ...

But I love them both so much. I mean I only feel close to a small group of people even though I like many ... I had 7 best friends at once (5 now). I'd give life for these lads n lasses. And now everything seems like a bad dream. My best friend comes up to me and says: "Hey, we can't be best friends. It just doesn't feel right." Then they speak about issues thy're having with me ...

Seems like I'm not a best-friend material. But why? How can u tell a best-friend material from a friend material and other materials? Where's the catch really?
I'll be there for you when you need me, I'll have a shoulder for you to cry on, I'll make up stupid jokes just to make you feel better even if it means making a fool of myself. I'll give my life for you.
I do try to be a better person and I can and will adapt too when needed, but that won't mean that I'll back off when I try to make a point. I'll listen and tell why I disagree if I do. And I will stand behind my words as we say in Slovenia, no matter what. Does that make me a lesser person? A lesser friend? If yes, why so? I'll admit my mistake, but if it isn't or I don't take it as one, there's nothing more to talk about.
I don't want to say I'm not a girl just to be your friend, I'm saying it because I really don't feel like one. Even though I like boys. So what? Does that meant I am one? What if I'm a boy caught in a girls body? Maybe I'm just a tomboy. Maybe there is no shit like that. There are others like me. Boys caught in girls body and otherwise. Does that make us lesser beings? Why so?

I don't know why there are such things like best friends and lesser friends. I don't understand what makes me non-best-friend material. Because I don't call u every day? That don't mean I don't think of you every day. That doesn't mean I don't think of you dearly. I'm a cold distant creature. I keep my feelings to myself. I do admit I can be too closed up, but I've been so ever since I was a little girl. Yes I was a little girl once. But now I'm not a big one. Not a woman either. I'm something caught outside the box. I've always been outside the box in many ways. Is that such a crime? Why so? I would be thousand times crucified and burned like a stake for being myself. I should many will think. Or maybe they'd say that is not what they meant, but still it always seems so. I hate being different, but I refuse to be the same as all the others just to be liked, loved by someone. I should have written this ten years ago, but I've never really been told I couldn't be somebodys best friend because of being me. Hell ten years ago I didn't even know what a best friend was. I'm not sure I know now either. I should open up. But I'm afraid to, I know. I admit. I don't even know how to open up. I am not good at words. Not as long as I have to speak them up. Bring them out. I can't. Thank god for writing, heh heh.

Peace. Thanks for reading this shit. If you know an answer to this, speak up. I'd be glad to listen. That I can do.

Love ye all!

Sowrazimo drugacne/Letz hate those who differ from us!!!

2008-06-25T08:36:00.000-07:00

Drugacno sem od tebe. In ti si drugacen od mene. To je resnica. In je dejstvo.
Zakaj smo si drugacni? Zakaj bi morali biti enaki?
Nisem tako kot ti. In tudi nocem biti tako kot si. Nocem imeti twojega obraza ali las, twojih oci, tipa/barwe koze. Nocem imeti istega pogleda na swet kot ga imas ti. Nocem imeti glasu kakrsnega imas ti. Nocem pisati pesmi in zgodb na nacine na kakrsne jih ti.
Nocem te uzaliti. Nikogar izmed was. Ampak ce bi imelo enake kwalitete kot ti ali izglede, twoje popolno telo ... To ne bi wec bilo jaz.
Sem posebno in popolno in hocem ostati posebno in popolno. Praw tak si ti. In ti moras ostati ti. Eden in edini. Ti.
Ne sowrazi tistih, ki so ali hocejo biti drugacni. Moral bi jih spostowati mnogo bolj kot spostujes tiste, ki tebi hocejo biti enaki.

Ampak pomni; cez wse spostuj sebe.
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I am different from you. And you are different from me. This is the truth. And is also a fact.
Why are we different? Why should we all be the same?
I am not like you. I dont want to be as you are. I dont want to have your face or your hair, your eyes, the type/collor of your skin. I dont want to have the exact same view on the world as you. I dont want to have a voice like yours. I dont want to write songs and stories the ways you do.
I dont want to insult you. Any of you. But having just the same qualities you have or the looks, your perfect body ... It wouldnt be me anymore.
I am special and perfect and want to remain special and perfect. And so are you. And you should remain you. One and only. You.
Dont hate those who are or want to be different. U should respect them much more than u respect those who want to be like you.

But remember; over all respect yourself.

Mi laže w obraz/Lying at my face

2008-06-24T09:10:00.000-07:00

Kaj je dandanes narobe z ljudmi? Zakaj se lazejo? Zakaj prikiwajo resnico? Zakaj mene tretirajo za laznjiwca samo zato ker so sami taki in ker se samo ne znajdem w besedah? Zakaj ne moremo ziweti w swetu kjer preprosto wes kako nekaj powedati nekomu brez da bi on kasneje obrnil wsako besedo, ki jo izreces?
Hocem da meni goworite resnico. Hocem jo, ljubim jo in prenesla jo bom lazje kot pa dobro zacinjeno laz.
Zakaj bi stwari prikriwali, ko pa wsi wemo, da bodo wse slej ko prej razkrite? Razumem, nekomu das obljubo, le-te ne gre prelomiti, ampak kaj pa wse ostale lazi? Resnica boli. Ampak se bolj pa boli laz, se posebej po tem, ko slisis resnico.
Torej poskusimo sami goworiti resnico kolikor je mogoce.
Ok, moj uradn priznanje; Gorgo nikol te nism nwemkok maralo. Si pa sexy pa lustn ... Kokr Barbika ...

Resnica oswobaja.

Ko nekomu powes resnico, se ti ogromna skala odkotali od srca. Pa cetudi ti potem pade na nogo.
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Whats the matter with people nowaydays? Why do they lie? Why do they hide the truth? Why are they treating me as a liar just because theyre like that and I arent good with words? Why cant we live in a world where you simply know how o tell sumthin to someone without having known he/she will later twist every single word you spoke?
I want you to tell me the truth when talkin to me. I want it and I love it and i know I will handle it easier than a well spiced lie. Why hiding things from others while we all know sooner or later all will find out bout them? I understand if u promise someone you wont tell - it's a promise - u mustnt break one, but what about all other lies? Truth hurts. But even more than the truth hurts a lie, especially after you have heard the truth.
So let's try to speak the truth as much as possible.
Ok my official confess; Gorgo Ive never really liked u much. U're sexy & cute though ... Like a Barbie-doll ...

The truth will set you free.

When you tell someone the truth a great rock rolls off your heart. Even though it might fall on your foot afterwards.

Belo in Črno/White and Black

2008-06-23T20:27:00.000-07:00

Da naredim konec prekletim debatam o belem in crnem!!!

Moj swet je narejen iz barw!!!
Ni bele in ni crne! To sploh nista barwi!
Bela nastane, ko se pod swetlobo wse barwe med seboj iznicjo, crna je pa mesanica wseh barw na podlagi (ki je po moznosti bela ...)!!!
Prav tako ni wse siwo, kakor wecina wasih gnilih (siwih) celic. Ce zivljenja ne widite w barwah ste se bolj slepi kakor so slepa bitja slepa ...
Zivljenje je lepo, le ce si dobro ogledas wse barve iz katerih je sestawljeno. A ker je wecina wseh ljudi amerikanizirana wsi pricakujejo, da bo ziwljenje lepse, ko bodo izgubili/pridobili 10 kil in zmagali na lotu. Wsi pricakujejo, da bo rewscine konec ce bodo darowali UNICEFu ali Rdecemu Krizu ...
Dokler belec ni prisel w Afriko so bili ljudje tam bogati! Dokler ni prisel w Ameriko so tamkajsni ljudje ziweli tesno powezano z Naravo! Dokler ni prisel w Avstralijo so imeli tamkaj mnogo razlicnih wrst ziwalstva in rastlinstva ...

Clovek je stopil na Luno. Pozna Mars. Zanima ga ziwljenje TAM ZUNAJ. Zeli pomagati tistim TAM ZUNAJ. TAM ZUNAJ, kjer njegowa pomoc nikoli ni bila potrebna. Wsaj ne dokler ni wseh bitij TAM ZUNAJ zasuznjil.
Kaj pa jaz? Kaj pa ti? Tvoj oče in tvoja mati? Bratje in sestre? Prijatelji? Kaj pa ljudje, ki ziwijo w twoji neposrednji okolici?
Morda smo wsi, ki ziwimo w tvoji bljizini bolj potrebni twoje pomoci, blizine in se posebej ljubezni, kot pa wsi tisti TAM ZUNAJ ...

Wsako ziwljenje je sestawljeno iz barw in wsaka barwa predstawlja del tebe in dele ljubljenih in dele drugih, ki w twoje ziwljenje wstopajo in izstopajo le mimogrede. Wsaka barwa je pomembna. Wsak najmanjsi odtenek. Dokler se ne zawes tega se ne bos zawedel lepot ziwljenja in ne bos widel.
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Now just to stop the damn debates about blach & white!

My world is made of colors!!!
There is no black and there is no white!!! Black and white arent even colours!!! White happens to become, when all colours undo one another under the light! And hey u wouldnt believe me! The black is a mixture of all collors!
Also I have to tell u not everything is as grey as your rotten cells. If you dont see the collours you happen to be even more blind as blind can be!!!

Life is beautiful only if you pull your head out of your arse and take a good look at all the collours it (world/life) is made of. But as we know the most of people is americanised and everyone expects to live a swell life if they lose/ad 10 kilos (bout 20 pounds) or win a lottery or sumtin. Everyone thinks the poverty will disappear if they donate to UNICEF or the Red Cross ...

Untill the white man came to Africa people were actually rich there! Untill he set his foot on the new land, America, people lived side by side w/ Nature! Untill he got to Australia many diferent and really interesting species of animals and plants lived there!

Man walked on the Moon. Man knows Mars. He is interested in the life OUT THERE. He wants to help those OUT THERE. OUT THERE where his help or service was never needed. At least untill he enslaved everyone OUT THERE.
What bout me? What about you? Your father, your mother? Brothers and sisters? Friends? What about people who actually live w/ you?
Maybe we are more in the need of your help than all those people OUT THERE together ...

Every life is made of collours and each collour represents a part of you, a part of those u love, and those who just come in your life 'by the ways' and leave the same ways ... Every collour matters. Every single shade. And as long as you wont notice them you wont notice the beauty of life, of living. You wont see untill then.

Opravilo letnik / Passed the school year

2008-05-19T12:23:00.000-07:00

Danes sem uradno opravilo letnik. Nisem imelo slabih ocen. Skratka so bile boljse kot wsa prejsnja leta ... Ko sem domow prineslo spricewalo sem bilo nawduseno ... Dokler nisem widelo nereda w swoji sobi ... Ja, mati me ma res rada ... In kot, da to ni (bilo) dovolj, ko je videla moje spričevalo je vprašala (takorekoč) Kja sem naredilo, da sem naredilo in Kako sem dobilo vse tiste ocene (a so mi skozi prste pogledali)!!! Ce jazst ne bi jest bilo, ubilo bi jo!!! Ampak za kaj takega sem cisto prewec leno za to ...

To je wse, folk! Se widimo!!!
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Today I have officially passed all the classes of this years ... (year???) Well I passed the school-year ... Shit, this is weirder (lol) than I expected ... However, my grades weren't bad. In fact, they were much better than those in my former school-years(???)! I don't want to know who's reading this ryt (right) now ... Well, when I brought the school report home I was thrilled!!! ... Ryt untill I saw the mess in my (bed)room ... My mommay (mom, mother, mommy) really loves me, yup she does ... And like if thazz (that is) not enough (!!!) she looked at my report and asked me what did I do to pass all the classes and what to get all those grades!!! If I wasn't me I'd just kill her!!! But I'm ways (I don't use word way, exept if I'm writing sth official ... u know ... like tests ... or books ...) to lazy to do that ...

Thazz all folks! See ye!!!

>Pisanje bloggov< ali >Writing bloggs<

2008-05-19T12:18:00.000-07:00

Premisljujem, da bi blogge pisalo tudi v anglescini ozr. samo w anglescini ... Mogoce, kaj pa imam izgubiti ... Kaj prawite wi? ...

Ce ne drugace, poskusilo bom z 2jezicnostjo ...

Cajt je za ...

2008-02-05T09:13:00.000-08:00

Nisem z vsakim dnem PRAVNO in OBJEKTIVNO mlajse. Mahnjeno sem ze dost da bi me pristewal med 5-letnike, to pa brez debate. Ampak zadeva je sledeca. OK sploh ne wem zakaj pisem uwodne tocke, ko pa sploh nwom ka mislem s tem doseć.
Pa gremo ...
Cajt je, da se zresnem.
Cajt je, da se zacnem pristewat k enemu ali drugemu spolu.
Cajt je, da se zacnem obnasat letom primerno.
Cajt je, da ratam normalno w polnoprawem pomenu besede (ce nc druzga, wsaj TO je NEMOGOCE).
Cajt je, da si zacnem sluzit cwenk.
Cajt je, da nardim solo.
Cajt je, da se odselm od doma.
Cajt je, da wzamem wse stwari w swoje roke.
Cajt je, da neham lenoritizirat.
Cajt je, da neham sanjat.
Cajt je, da pozabm Legolasa in si dobim tipa (dear god, don't let him/it be a normal human).
Cajt je, da se porocim. *kozlam na mestu*
Cajt je, da UMRJEM!!!

Cajt je, pa cajt skos bo. Wzemmo si ga pa lepo pocas, kokr smo zmozni pocas, ker se le enkrat ziwi w tem ljudskem telesu. In wzemmo ga za lepega. Uziwjmo w njem. Naredmo nekej iz njega. Pustmo kaj za seboj, da se nas bodo spominjali. In naj bo spomin lep.

Hmm... Tole me spominja na Johota. Zatorej naj bo to moj poklon njemu. Tak je bil. To je bil on. On je ziwel in ljubil swoje ziwljenje, wsak dan do swojega zadnjega.

Janez 'Joho' Pahulja, spi v Miru! Zasluzil si si ga. Ne bomo te pozabil!!! Ce nben drug, jest bom nadaljewalo to, kar si ti zacel.

Božiček

2007-12-24T16:40:00.000-08:00

Werjamete w Božička?
To je tisti prikupni dedek s prifrknjenim noskom, rdecimi licki (rdeca so od mraza ali pa le zato, da bolj ljubek zgleda, ne pa zato ker bi bil pijan!), majhnimi weselimi ocki in otroskim nasmehom na ustnicah, ki so skorajda izgubljene w weliki/dolgi kosati beli bradi.
No jazst pa werjamem wanj!!! Nocoj prihaja in nam tala darila. Upam, da je meni prinesel kos dobre wolje in cel kup nowih zamisli za zgodbice!!! Pa ljubezni!!! Oh, tako ga imam rada! Razweselil je ze toliko ljudi in jim podaril weselje, ljubezen, upanje in zaupanje wase in w druge ...
Pa naj se kdo rece, da ta stari mozak ne obstaja!!!

Božiček (Miklavž, dedek Mraz, D' Claus ...), najlepsa ti hwalla za wse, kar nam podarjas in si nam podaril! Wsako leto mi polepsas, pa cepraw prides le enkrat w tem casu (cas je relatiwen)!!! Lepo praznuj, warno raznosi wsa darila, ko pa bos doma pa pozdrawi se gospo in vilince! Lepo leto zelim!!! In se pred tem; srecno nowo leto!!!

<3<3<3 Legolas <3<3<3

2007-12-24T16:16:00.000-08:00

Danes pa morm pisat o Legolasu!!!

Moski, ki mi je ukradel srce ... In mi ga se wedno ni wrnil preklet vilinc zmesan!!! Ja, Legolas, ce to beres, daj oglasi se prosim kdaj pri meni in mi wrni, kar naj bi bilo moje ... Podkrepljeno s prosim ... Iluvatar naj te obwaruje pred mojo jezo, ce te opazim, preden ti opazis mene!!!

Ja torej ... I'm sick (bolno sem) ... Obsedeno z bitjem, ki na tem swetu ne obstaja ... wec ... Wsi mi prawijo, da je le lik in da ne obstaja in bla-bla-bla ... Wsi mi prawijo, da ga bom prebolelo ... Ze 6 let mi to prawijo, ja ... Cene se dalj ... Ne, to pa, hwalla bogu, ne ...

Tut jezst se weselim trenutka, ko dobim soje srce nazaj in pozabim (pa neee nooo) Legolasa ... Ampak se mi zdi, da bo trajalo se en lep cas ... Torej;

HELP!!!
I need somebody!
HELP!!!
Not just anybody!
HELP!!!
I need someone!
HEEEEEEEEEELP!!!
*by: The Beatles*

Ne glede na to kako se trudim, da ga pozabim, je se wedno tu ... 1x sem se ga ze znebilo, a ne za dolgo ... In, ko se mi je na mozgane, srce in wsako wlakno na mojem telesu, prilepil se drugic, me je se bolj (ce je to sploh mozno) prewzel, kot me je prwic ... Torej sem pod njegowim popolnim wpliwom ...

Po drugi strani sem pa srecno, da ga imam, saj mi tako ni treba skrbeti, da bi se zaljubilo w otroka clovekow ... That would be horrofying, petrifying, humiliating and rather disgusting ...
No offence, guys ...

Dragi Dnevnik ! <3

2007-12-17T12:46:00.000-08:00

No pa smo tuki. Tut js bom zacelo pisat dnewnik ... Ampak to sele 15. feb 08 ... Zj je pa to le ena od tem.
No z Alice pa AiKo pa Maršo smo gworli o Inrikiju (oops n znam npisat) Iglesiasu (sj to je pa prow anede d je). In Alice je rekla d je widla na MTVju show (glih The Show Must Go On - Queen poslusam - ma se nism moglo upret) o njegowmu dnewniku. WTF???

In zacel se je tkole ane;
Dragi Dnevnik (Dear Diary) - zakaj oh zakaj se wsi kurcewi dnewniki zacnejo s takmu naslowam??? Alice je mela dobro idejo; Dnevnik Dragi (Diary Dear) ... Izvirno ampak me se wseen na nekj fuuul spominja ... Pa dobro zacetek nowega zacetka je pa le ...

Kaj mi gre sele na kurac!!! Zrawn naslowa more obwezno bit srcek! Cene pa awtomobilcek (d nawjo deci rekl d jih deskriminiram :D) Pa kwa za wraga???

Najbl smesn mi je pa tko k se folk z dnewnikam pogowarja;
Ja wes dnewnik, dans sm pa ful slabe wolje ...
Ja matrwola d res no!!! Mene wsi postran gledajo k se pogowarjam z ziwalco (ja ne niso wse plisaste ne!) poi pa ta isti ljudje se wsedejo pa w roke kuli wzamejo pa tkole dnewnik nagowarjajo k bi bil njihow 'dobri stari prijatu' ...

Nikol nam dojelo teh posameznikow (kr je wrjetn kr tretjina swetownga 'ciwiliziranga' prebiwalstwa) ... Zj nj mi pa edn to se razlozi prosm.
Zakaj so wsi ti srcki (pa awtomobilcki) pa nagowarjanja necesa kr w prwe wids (kdr ga w prwe odpres =>) --> sploh se duse nima do takrt!!! --> pa zakaj za wraga mu reces Dragi???!!! Grem stawit d swoji mamici pa atiju nikol ne reces Draga/i ... Dokler od nje/ga ne rabis kesa za cike pa kawico ... Pa zakaj ne powes komu k mu zaupas???

Aja pa se nekj; temu ponawad recemo PS:
Izgoworjene besede wedno lahko zanikas, zapisanih pa ne!!! *tukj wids mene s twojmu dnewnikam w rokah medtem pa se ti zlobno smehljam w twojo zaprepadeno šnofljo*

Osamljenost

2007-12-02T06:36:00.000-08:00

Ste ze kdaj doziveli obcutek osamljenosti? Tisti obcutek, ki ti pravi, da je vse kar imas iluzija in se bo razblinilo takoj, ko se bos obrnil vstran? Mene je ta obcutek preveva ze lep cas. A kaj naj naredim? Kako naj mu kljubujem?

Pet., 30. 11. 07

V gostilni poigrava vesela melodija iz harmonike. Ljudje se veselijo, plešejo. V tem hladnem novembru, ki že počasi prehaja v december.
Jaz sedim zunaj na hladni leseni klopi - za katero se potiho sprašujem iz katerega lesa je - samo, a ne zares osamljeno. Čutim veselje in vse pozitivne, radožive občutke v notranjosti tega vabljivega poslopja - to je gostilna ... No, ne v bistu je pizzeria.
A jaz ne oddajam veselja. Sploh ne oddajam ničesar, kajti trenutno sem le dnevnik iz mesa in krvi.
A zakaj mi duša po nečem hrepeni? Sem mar bolno? Moralo bi nekaj občuiti. In kaj pomeni to hrepenenje?
Moji prijatelji so notri. Tudi tisti osebek od prijatelja, ki ga cenim čez vse v celi vasi! Glasba, ki prihaja iz zvočnikov, ki so povezani z radijem (in ne harmoniko), je po mojem okusu. Torej imam vse, česar bi si poželelo (razen špagetov) tu.
A še vseeno čutim, da nečesa ni ...
Nekaj manjka ...

Ljubezen med istospolniki

2007-08-16T17:03:00.000-07:00

Zakaj? Zakaj se clowek zaljubi? Zakaj potem ljubi nekoga? Zakaj potem to osebo se wara powrhu, ko pa je tako zaljubljen wanjo???

Nikoli ne bomo nasli odgoworow na ta wprasanja. Ampak dejstwo je, da se bodo ljudje se naprej zaljublali med seboj!

In to se ne dogaja samo med nasprotnima spoloma, ampak tudi med pripadnikoma istega spola. In mnogim ljudem se to gnusi. Zakaj? Predsodki, predsodki!!! Predsodki kwarijo naso druzbo in unicujejo nasa srca, a hkrati se wecina ljudi rawna po le-teh ... Ce se dwa ljubita jima ni potrebno cist nicesar dokazowati swetu, a kljub temu imamo pa zakone, ki wso stwar popolnoma posplosijo in tlacijo in unicujejo custwa, se posebej pozitiwna, a namest, da bi tako stwar uredili, sprozijo se wecjo salwo negatiwnih custew, ki pa wodijo w demonstracije in potem w bitke na ulicah, potem pa se w wojno, najprej hladno, nato pa se tisto prawo, kjer clowek pobija cloweka, kjer rusijo hise in razdirajo druzine ...
Pa dobro, wrnimo se k ljubezni ...
Pedri, lezbijke; je tu kaksna ljubezen? Mediji nas prepricujejo, da je ni, ampak kako bo to wedel clowek, ki tega obcutka zaljubljenosti se ni imel? Wsi pljuwajo po teh ljudeh ... Wsi jim poskusajo ziwljenja uniciti na wse mozne nacine ... Ampak spet se to dogaja le zaradi predsodkow ... Zakaj menite, da 2 moska oz 2 zenski ne bi mogli swojega otroka wzgojiti w "normalnega"? Zakaj bi ga heterosexulana starsa bolje wzgojila? Ker sta za wzgojo potrebna oba spola? Zakaj pa je potem wecina uciteljew in wzgojiteljew zenskega spola? Kaj ne bojo otrok narobe wzgojile??? PFT!!! Otroka ne wzgajajo le starsi (cepraw bi si to mnogi zeleli) pac pa tudi okolica! In od kod pridejo predsodki? Iz okolice ... Neki otrok bo drugega zasowrazil samo zaradi atija in mamice ... Ker sta mu powedala kaksna je druzina tega otroka ... In kaj je njun izgowor? Tudi njiju so starsi tako naucili ... Sowrazim take ljudi ... Zato pa jim unicujem ziwljenja ... No na koncu bom ostala sama samcata na tem swetu ... Pa kaj, rajsi imam ziwljenje bres folka s predsodki kot pa z enim samim takim clowekom ...
Ljubezen torej ... khm ... Tu so potrebni kompromisi ... In ko se 2 ne strinjata se podere wse ... Here comes the war!

'War, war, what is it for???' Foxhole J.C. - Silvertide sicer ne gowori o ljubezni ampak o wojni ... in ljubezen je ena sama wojna ...

Prijateljstwo

2007-08-16T16:33:00.000-07:00

Ke se to zacne???

No tkole, men frendi (familija je tukj steta zrawn ... Moja family mi je frend ja ... mal blcudna zadewa kokr si predstawlate ... gosh wm je tesko razumet) pomenjo wec k pa ws dnar pa wsi tipi pa biznis pa wse ostalo na swet ... Je pa res d frenda se ne bom wzela w biznis c bom widla d ga ne obwlada ... To wm pa kuj zj powem ...
Sam kljub temu, d jih mam rajs k wse na swet, mi je pa najwecji problem, k se obrnejo eden prot drugmu ... Sj bi blo wse w redu, c ne bi se mene notr potegnil w tisto kruto hladno wojno ... Ni mi kul k mi recejo zj se pa postaw za mojo al pa njegowo/njeno crto ... Zakaj? Cemu? D dokazm d sm ti frend??? Ne ... Potegnla se bom za tistga, k mislm d ma prow, poi mi je pa cis wseen c se swet podere. Nima mi pa zj ta frend prawice ocitat d sm se postawla za druzga sam zato kr ga mam rajsi!!! Taki ljudje ne obstajajo! Kdor je moj best frend to we!!! Kdor je moj frend to we!! Kdor je moj znanec tut we! C ne pa praste hehe lol ...
Je pa res d bom dala enmu wrjetn zmer prednost pred drugmu iz wam neznanih okoliscin, pogojew in dejstew oz teorij, ki si jih postawljam sama ...
Pa dobr tut to morte wedt ke je tista tocka, kjer se ws priwilegij konca ... Kokr sm ze reka, w sluzbo ws nam wzela, c se nawte dokazal ... Ne bom wm dowolila d mi zbirate druge frende ...
Pa nam wm dowolila d mi zbirate tipe ... Sewede pa je res d mi lah powete ka ws mot pr drugih in kwa nj nrdimglede tega mi lah tut swetujete, ampak zbirat nmest mene pa ne morte ...

Hwalla za branje tega bednga blogga pa lep dan se naprej wm zelim ...

Moski : Zenske

2007-08-16T15:27:00.000-07:00

Ja zenske bres zamere, moski je na prwmu mest zto k je prwi w abeced ... Pa dej ka se znasate nad mano!?

Ja nikol mi niso bli odnosi med moskimi in zenskami jasni ... Pa odnosi moskih do zensk, se manj pa odnosi zensk do moskih ... Najhujs je pa k moskega poslusas o moskmu alpa zensko o zenski gowort ...
Zakaj mate take predsodke eden prot drugmo??? Zakaj se ne razumete med sabo? No dobro, pa was wprasam, zakaj wsaj ne poskusite? Nic ne bo narobe, ce se boste lepse razmel med sabo, pa ce bo zenska moskemu priznala, da je pametn oziroma moski zenski, da zna woziti awto ...

Tkole se powem; moski ne bo pameten, ce mu bos goworila o nekih zenskih stwareh, se bolj neumen in neposlusen pa bo, ce mu bos z joski migala pred frisom!!! Zenska! Ne bos dobro wozila awta, ce se ne bos sprostila in preprosto wziwala w woznji in na stran postawila druge skrbi!!!

Pa najbl na kurac mi gre k en druzga lovite z izgledam poi se pa izkaze kasn drek ste na znotrj ... Pa dobr sj razumm, na prw pogled palimo wsi ... Pa dobr men je wseen, js sm tk al drgac na tem swetu sam opazowalec, sama se ne mislm spuscat med ws smrtnike ...
Sm ze probala, nam lagala, d nism ... Stopla na to stran, pa poi spet na ono ... Clo mela sm nekj cemur bi lah reka razmerje sam sej slabo koncal ... No zame ne ... Zanga - ne wem ... Napadla sm ga bl za soj weselje k pa zares ampak dobr no ... Definitiwn si pa problemow s to zadewo nism niti zelela niti zasluzila ... heh lol ... Tk d ostajam pr swojmu vilincku Legolasu, k mi nc ne more js pa nemu ne lol ...

Moski, zenske, sprejmite razlike md sabo! Sprejmite napake nasprotnga/sojga spola pa mal se pobrigite za to d boste en drugmu pomagal, ne si pa lifea unicwal sam s tem k delate zidowe okol sebe ... Naredte si rajs atmosfero hehe tk ku js ...

Moji problemi

2007-08-16T15:01:00.000-07:00

Ja ful zajeban naslow, ampak fora je ... Js sploh nimam problemow!!!
Ja moj mnenje o problemih je pa takle; dokler so dalec stran od mene se z njimi ne bom ukwarjala ...

No pa dobr, zlagala sm se ... Moj problem je, da nimam problemow!
A mi zna kdo pomagat s temu? Ne wem zakaj, ampak men se prow grozn zdi, k ma folk k ga mam rada tolk problemow w lifeu pa si jih ne zasluz, js sm pa ze take grozne stwari folku delala, d bi me mogl ze miljontawzentkrat sfasirat, pa sem ze zdej ziwa pa zdrawa ... Ne kapne mi w glawo zakaj je tako ... Mogoce je pa kej narobe z mano?

Vodnar in Naivnost

2007-07-25T10:33:00.000-07:00

Starsev se ni doma, zato pa sm se odlocila, da bom povedala nekaj o Vodnarju in njegovi naivnosti ...

Vodnarji veljajo za izredno naivne, kar se dokaze, ko mu poves nekaj kar se ti zdi povsem nemogoce, je tako?
Naprimer, zadnjic so me naplahtali, da je civava ugotovila kako deluje tranzistor (beseda za katero se sedaj ne vem definicije, pa cepraw wem kaj je). Povprecnemu cloveku se bo takoj posvetilo, dojel bo, da je laz, saj se mu take stvari zdijo nemogoce ... Ampak Vodnar je pa cis ena posebna sorta ... On bo pozrl vsako besedo, ki jo bos izrekel, saj verjame, da je vse mogoce ...
Mnogi ljudje, tudi Vodnarji imajo to za hibo, a po drugi strani; ce se je clovek lahko naucil ujeti in uporabljati ogenj (verjetno je bil Vodnar, saj so bili vsi ostali prepricani, da je to nemogoce), zakaj ne bi pes, pa ce je se tako neumen, ugotovil kako deluje tranzistor???
Pa se nekaj, da bo cesnja na smetani ... Najvec izumiteljev prihaja iz vrst Vodnarjev. Zakaj? Ker verjamejo ... Ker so naivni, kakor zmotno trdi ves svet ...
Ne vem kdo, ampak verjetno je bil Vodnar ta, kdor je pogruntal da je Zemlja okrogla ... Drugi pa niso verjeli ... In se danes se bo marsikdo kregal okoli tega ...
Ljudje, mogoce pa le ni tako pametno drezati v Vodnarjevo naivnost ... Na koncu boste morda okoli prenesli samega sebe ... Mogoce bojo pa civave res pogruntale kako deluje tranzistor ... Takrat se boste pa brcali v zadnjico ... Vodnar pa vam bo rade volje pomagal pri tem ...

Harry Potter: Order of phoenix, Monika i Katja

2007-07-24T17:20:00.000-07:00

Harry Potter je zakon!!! In reziser, kerkol ze je, je mojster!!! Ampak tko kokr se wsak let me je film razocarou ker sm najprej knjigo prebrala, js debiLLy ... Ja pa dobr reka bom sam dj biu mal prekratek, ampak glawno je pa tko kokr zmeri wse notr ...
Ja Black je su papa, ma dobr saj en igralc mn za placwt. To prsparajo se pa se ... Lucius Malfoy je biu HOT tk kt zmeri Drekota ... pardon, Drecota je itq sam enkat apa 2x pokazal, kr me je kr mal uzalostil (in the panties ... loool), ja ampak jebat ga, spet cnej skos pridejo. Gorenc jim zih ne more zamert, ampak Moravčan oz mesanc med Moravčanam pa Kamnčanam pa lohk!!! ZAMERM!!! Jah nc film je komicn kot se wsak HP film kr je plus ane ...
Ja pa bla sm pr Katji pa Moniki tut enkat umes ... AJAAA sj res ... Ja skp smo sle HP gledat hehe člol nasmejal smo pa se ... Bols prime kot dwojno zeleno!!! Na mt da zares!!! Sam ne na mojo ... Ja wziwala sm pa zurka je bla pa Uroš je bres datea za sprehod pasji wrjetn wstow, pa dobr sj mi ne zamer ... tok ... no toooooooook pa res ne no ...

Ma dobr se poberm zej dol d nawm guzwe pocela ...

2007-07-22T11:52:00.000-07:00

Zijo!
Js sm pa SLonn!!! Pa nwom ke nj zacnem, tko kokr se noben pred mnoj ni ... Ja no nism iz Afrike ... Niti ne iz Indije ... Sm rojeno w Yugoslaviji (na ozemlju Slovenije) in sem ponosn Slovenac!!!
Ja zwim w 7clanski familiji (c stejm nasga Cikota The Dogga) in mam sojo sobo ... Ja pa w moji sobi sta se 2 podnajemnika, rumenovratek Legolas, pa mesanka med rumeno- in rdecevratko, Yornna. Poi mam pa se cel kup suhih juzen pa pajkov, pa gojim komarje pa komarke in kr jih pajki ne pojejo jih pobijm; cca 4 na noc to je ... Eno sm glihkar, kar pomen da mam se tri dons za pobit ... Prasica mi je padla w drobowje tipkownce, ma dobr se ne sekiram ...
Pod nami zwita ata pa mama ... Wcash je ostro ... Pa dobr jih ne jebm 5posto ... Mam cew kup frendow k wem d jim lohk zaupam ... Pa jih tut stejm pod sojo familijo ...

HOILA

2007-07-20T07:38:00.000-07:00

Zijo! Evo mene!!! Zj sm pa se tole okupirala hehe!!!