tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19312107055862312232024-03-14T06:27:32.508+01:00In.Love.Girl.<3ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-87187756277741593562009-03-15T22:32:00.001+01:002009-03-15T22:34:49.367+01:00khm..<div style="text-align: center;">Amelca nima ideje o čem bi pisala... -.-<br />[Help me]!<br /></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-42798965631583543232009-03-15T22:01:00.003+01:002009-03-15T22:31:03.623+01:00=*<div style="text-align: center;">Lep pozdrav, lep objem, še lepši poljub,<br />KO PRIDEVA SKUP!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/Sb1xSuq95OI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vRb3hl4nly0/s1600-h/love_in_rain_by_finesimulation_1_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/Sb1xSuq95OI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vRb3hl4nly0/s200/love_in_rain_by_finesimulation_1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313527701946885346" border="0" /></a>♥ </div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-36310293438997624912009-03-14T19:34:00.002+01:002009-03-14T19:56:06.815+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">*<br />I'm <em>mad at myself,</em> not you.<br />I'm mad for always being nice.<br />Always<strong> apologizing</strong> for things I didn't do,<br />for <em>getting attached,</em><br />for making you a huge part of my life,<br /><em>wasting time on you</em>,<br /><strong>depending on you,</strong><br />thinking about you,<br />wishing for you, <em>dreaming of you</em>,<br />changing for you.<br />And most of all, for not <em>hating you</em><br />when I know that I should.<br /><br />*<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/Sbv9fjxQH2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/sOGSCJmiScw/s1600-h/12148136_1_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/Sbv9fjxQH2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/sOGSCJmiScw/s200/12148136_1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313118904033222498" border="0" /></a><br /></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-80228535275971697732009-03-01T17:59:00.005+01:002009-03-01T20:54:47.871+01:00SLIKCA. :)<div style="text-align: center;">Pač šla prečikerat Nejkotou & Domnou blog in vidla, da se morm tut jst s temi šestimi slikcami ukvarjat. Heh..<br /><br />Moja 6 slika v 6 mapi:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SarEz5NWpqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8vhmdnW3sko/s1600-h/HPIM2675.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SarEz5NWpqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8vhmdnW3sko/s200/HPIM2675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308271506618754722" border="0" /></a>Kle gor sm jst & moja odfuk teta & moja odfuk sestrična.<br />Slikca je nastala lani med poletnimi počitnicami v Črni gori, na morju, ko smo čakale na vlak. :)<br /><br />Sm vesela, d je glih šesta slikca in ne kkšna druga, ker je velika večina slikc v tej mapi neprimernih za v javnost. Heh..<br /><br />''Pofočkam'' use k še niso naredl tulele. :)<br /><br />Bai. Meite se radi.<3<br /><br /></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-332048600347126082009-03-01T14:34:00.002+01:002009-03-01T15:30:11.377+01:00I'm back :)Amelca se je vrnila iz projektnega tedna v Planici [23.2-27.2]. Sicer že v petek okoli pol štirih ampak do zdei ni imela časa nix napisat.<br />Bilo je velik, velik bolš kakor sem misnla. Smučal smo, jedl, pil, hodil, sankal se, pel, maseral se, spal in se mel fino fajn. :)<br />Hrana je bla sicer en mau obupna ampak usi smo še vedno živi, tko da je useenu. Hotl so pico naročit, sm niso dostavlal pice. Tko, da smo moral spet unu jest. Heh..<br />Minilu je čist preveč hitr in šla bi nasledn tedn še z a.jouci. Kr u prtlažnik bi se prešvercala. U kufr pol pa vn. xD Ampak kaj k je to tok možno kakor to, da mi ni treba več v šolo.<br />Jutri mam šolo prvič po dveh tednih in takoj pišemo zgodlo, pojutrišnem pa kemo. Ohjej. In poleg tega bom še njega morala na hodniku skus videvat. KDAJ BODO SPET POČITNICE??<br /><br />PS. Zlo slabo sm spala & mi je vrat zaštekau. Rabm masažo? Anyone?? :)<br />Bai.Meite se radi.<3ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-53401051751860960092009-02-16T22:13:00.000+01:002009-02-16T22:18:16.644+01:00All this time..<p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Priguzila sem se domov in zdei sedim pred compom, pišem tale post [poskušam ga pisat], poslušam Far Away [trenutno], jem pomarančo [na hecn način] in brskam po netu.<br />Počitnice so se fajn začele, ni mi dougčs v primerjavi z nekaterimi in Valentinovo je blo prou kul. Šteri ure smejanja v enu in nism bla slabe vole. :D<br />Mam že skori čist rezerveran usak dan počitnic. Tko mi je kul k vem, da bojo cele kul. :) No usaj upam, da bojo. hhh<br />Pol mamo pa projektni tedn. Smučanje. =/ To mi je pa kr neki. Kul mi je k se bomo lahku še kopal, sankal pa drsal. Unu smučanje je pa like kr neki. Ampak sei bo. :) Recimo. hhh<br />Bul mi je pa še glupu k pišemo pol takoj ko pridemo zgodlo anT kemo. Pa nix ne znam. hhh. Ma sei bo. Recimo. xD</p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Kr neki nakladam, zato bom nehala.</p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Ena pesmca. :)<br /></p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><u style="font-weight: bold;">Maria Mene - All this time</u><br /></p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_ixyertXZQ</p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">You self destructive<br />Little girl<br />Pick yourself up<br />Don't blame the world<br />So you screwed up<br />But your gonna be ok<br />Now call your boyfriend<br />And apologise<br />You pushed him pretty<br />Far away last night<br />He really loves you<br />You just don't always love yourself. </p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;">All this time<br />Ohhh all this time<br />You have had it in you<br />You just sometimes need a push<br />All this time<br />Ohhh all this time<br />You have had it in you<br />You just sometimes need a push</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;">Think all the mean girls<br />That pulled your hair<br />Are barefoot now and<br />Pregnant there<br />And you write pop songs<br />And get in travel<br />Round the world</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;">All this time<br />Ohhh all this time<br />You have had it in you<br />You just sometimes need a push<br />All this time<br />Ohhh all this time<br />You have had it in you<br />You just sometimes need a push</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;">So you've had some detours<br />Some stupid men<br />Now we know what not<br />To do again<br />Besides you looked out<br />Finally</p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;">All this time<br />Ohhh all this time<br />You have had it in you<br />You just sometimes need a push<br />All this time<br />Ohhh all this time<br />You have had it in you<br />You just sometimes need a push</p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SZnOYhgUz5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cgGS2uekJu4/s1600-h/maria_mena.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SZnOYhgUz5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/cgGS2uekJu4/s200/maria_mena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303496956911603602" border="0" /></a></p><p style="font-family: arial; text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Povšo HBD. :)</p><div style="text-align: center;"><u style="font-family: arial;">Bai. Meite se radi.<3</u></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-16396713624965012042009-02-10T18:43:00.005+01:002009-02-10T19:38:51.467+01:00Broken Strings.^^<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Let me hold you<br />For the last time<br />It's the last chance to feel again<br /><u>But you broke me</u><br />Now I can't feel anything<br /><br /><u>When I love you,</u><br />It's so untrue<br />I can't even convince myself<br />When I'm speaking,</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">It's the voice of someone else<br /><br />Oh it tears me up<br /><u>I try to hold on, but it hurts too much</u><br />I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay<br /><br />You can't play on broken strings<br />You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel<br /><u>I can't tell you something that ain't real</u><br /><br /><u>Oh the truth hurts</u></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />And lies worse<br />How can I give anymore<br />When I love you a little less than before<br /><br />Oh what are we doing<br /><u>We are turning into dust</u><br />Playing house in the ruins of us<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Running back through the fire<br />When there's nothing left to save<br /><u>It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late</u><br /><br /><u>Oh it tears me up</u><br />I try to hold on, but it hurts too much<br />I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay<br /><br />You can't play on broken strings<br /><u>You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel</u><br />I can't tell something that ain't real<br /><br />Well the tr</span><span style="font-size:78%;">uth hurts,<br /><u>And lies worse</u><br />How can I give anymore<br />When I love you a little less than before<br /><br /><u>But we're running through the fire</u><br />When there's nothing left to save<br />It's like chasing the very last train<br />When we both know it's too late (too late)<br /><br /><u>You can't play on broken strings</u><br />You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel<br />I cant tell you something that ain't real<br /><br />Well tru</span><span style="font-size:78%;">th hurts,<br />And lies worse<br /><u>How can I give anymore</u><br />When I love you a little less than before<br /><br /><br /><u>Let me hold you for the last time</u><br /><u>It's the last chance to feel</u></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><u> again</u><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SZHJas7UQcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iletp1QcIrk/s1600-h/broken_heart2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SZHJas7UQcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iletp1QcIrk/s200/broken_heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301239696965517762" border="0" /></a><br /></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-44630221761458369362009-02-08T22:30:00.002+01:002009-02-08T22:34:11.428+01:00Jutri grem v šolooo.^^<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SY9PTgMMm1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9aM8Ot2C05o/s1600-h/12148108_1_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SY9PTgMMm1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/9aM8Ot2C05o/s200/12148108_1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300542482915564370" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Jutri grem dejansko v šolo po enem tednu. Ja, bila sem bolna in so mi prav dele tele počitnice. Prou rabila sem jih. Čeprav mi je bilo neznansko dolgčas in sem umirala od dolgčasa in čeprav sem bila bolna in me je vse bolelo in čeprav sem vse zeloo pogrešala sem se imela fajn. :) Nadoknadim use ta tedn. Hh<br />Upam, da mi v torek ne bo dala kemije za pisat ali v sredo, ker se mi ne sanja o kemiji in nimam pojma, ker se že prej niti zdei nisem nič učila in res ne vem za kaj se gre. Sei ni taka prasica a ne? Ali pač?<br />No angleščino bom pa morala pisat, čeprav tudi to ne znam ker sploh ne vem kaj pišemo. No..sei bo. :)<br />Zdravniku bom morala vseeno spet na preiskave, ker ni še vse v redu, čeprav se jaz počutim superextrafantastično. Prvič po novem letu, ker sem bila dejansko bolna cel januar. =/ Jah..sranje vem.<br />Ugotovila sem, da grem ta teden v šolo, nato imamo počitnice in po počitnicah projektni tedn. Se mamo fajn a ne? Hh<br />Poleg tega tale teden v petek ni pouka. Čeprav moram it jaz in še nekateri v šolo, ker imamo nekaj ne vem kaj pri informativcih. =/ Kaj mi je bilo, da sem se javila? Nimam pojma. In moram biti tam ob osmih zjutraj, enih popoldne[mislim, ne vem točno] in še v soboto ob osmih zjutaj. Norooo. Hh. Sei bo. :)<br />Zdaj grem pa probat spat, čeprav ne vem, če bom zaspala, ker se mačke spet gonjo zunaj. =/ Sovražim mačke in sovražim njihovo cviljene, ko se gonjo. In ni mi jasno zakaj morajo to delat ravno okoli naše hiše, ne morejo it v gozd ali pa kaj takega? Mah..glupe so.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Lahko noč.^^<br />=*</p><p class="MsoNormal">Bai. Meite se radi.<3></p>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-21838502734813303822009-02-08T21:40:00.004+01:002009-02-08T21:56:31.983+01:00ILU.*<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">Le kaj moj svet bi brez sanj?<br /></span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Sanjam, da me ljubiš,</span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br />sanjam, da me rad imaš,<br /></span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> sanjam, da me objameš</span></strong></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong></strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> sanjam, da poljub mi daš,</span><span style="font-weight: normal;" class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></strong></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> ko me pogledaš slišim bitje srca</span><span class="Apple-converted-space">,<br /></span></strong></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">ko se nasmehneš mislim,<br />da srečna sva oba.<br /></span><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></strong></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> A kaj ko tvoj pogled je tako kratek</span><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></strong></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> tvoj nasmeh tako zaigran,<br />ko pogledam te</span><span class="Apple-converted-space"><br /></span></strong></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;"> se umakneš in greš stran.<br />A sanj</span></strong></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><strong><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"> mi ne moreš vzeti,<br />čeprav vem, da vse je zaman<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;">[avtor: neznan]<br /><br /></span></strong></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SY9Fvg5IGyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/924kSIHWXVY/s1600-h/_kiss__1_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SY9Fvg5IGyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/924kSIHWXVY/s200/_kiss__1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300531969024072482" border="0" /></a><br /></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-21991873100233958482009-02-07T19:04:00.003+01:002009-02-11T20:01:35.362+01:00Obožujem..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SY3ZzvxDq8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LVHKBUG52H4/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SY3ZzvxDq8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/LVHKBUG52H4/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300131819503725506" border="0" /></a><ul><li>Šoping, kjer koli.</li><li>Sanje.</li><li>Zeleni čaj, brez vsega.</li><li>Prave frende.</li><li>Poletje.</li><li>Plažo.</li><li>Balončke.<br /></li><li>Pomlad.</li><li>Ležanje na travi, ko sije sonce.</li><li>Dolge pogovore po telefonu.</li><li>Smejanje, tudi brez razloga.</li><li>Preživljanje čas s prijatelji.</li><li>Poljubljanje.</li><li>Njega.</li><li>Sprehode.</li><li>Slišati najljubšo pesem, ko prižgem radio.</li><li>Ledeni sladoled.</li><li>Proste ure v šoli.</li><li>Objeme.</li><li>Občutek, ko grem frizerju, čeprav mi frizura ponavadi ni všeč.<br /></li><li>Sprehajati se po mestu in opazovati izložbe.</li><li>Prebrati knjigo do konca, jo zapreti in vedeti, da mi je bila všeč.</li><li>Ljubezen, ljubezen, ljubezen...</li><li>Lubenico.</li><li>Sms-e</li><li>Srčke.</li><li>Smejkote.</li><li>Parfume.</li><li>Jagode.<br /></li><li>Žirafo, ker je lepa.<br /></li><li>Lepe pesmi.</li><li>Mojo mami.</li><li>Lizike.</li><li>Sveže zamenjano posteljnino.</li><li>Peace.</li><li>Labelo.</li><li>Masažo.</li><li>Spet njega. =$</li><li>Chada Michael Murraya.</li><li>Verze.</li><li>Sonce.</li><li>Zvezde.</li><li>80% čokolado.</li><li>Morje.</li><li>Mehurčke.<br /></li><li>Pospravljeno sobo.</li><li>Rože.</li><li>Konec šolske ure.</li><li>Lepe slikce.<br /></li><li>Francoščino, čeprav jo imam 3 in nimam pojma o čem se pogovarjamo.</li><li>Biti dobre volje.</li><li>V horoskopu prebrati kaj lepega</li><li>In še in še [ne da se mi več]. :)</li></ul><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bai. Meite se radi.<3</span>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-7413509935000618172009-02-05T03:06:00.005+01:002009-02-05T10:34:12.668+01:00Brez naslova.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYpPA1SGgHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZuhP8p-sgaA/s1600-h/ICONATOR_6ecaefe62e12d55284ee4f49037e2a21.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYpPA1SGgHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZuhP8p-sgaA/s200/ICONATOR_6ecaefe62e12d55284ee4f49037e2a21.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299134787276406898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">... Ugasnila je računalnik in zlezla v posteljo. Bila je utrujena, vendar ni mogla zaspati. Spet je mislila nanj. Na njegove čudovite oči, lep glas in najlepši nasmeh. Na njegove poljube in objeme, ki jih je imel le za en večer pred mesecem dni. Ni ga mogla pozabiti. Pa saj ni bil prvi fant v njenem življenju. Res, da je nekaj posebnega, vendar bi ga vseeno lahko prebolela. Rada ga ima že kar nekaj časa in se ga še ni naveličala. On je ne razume in je ne mara. Neumen je. Odprla je oči, ne sme več razmišljati o njem. Ne mara ga. Vstala je in odšla po knjigo. Doma jo ima že več kot teden dni pa je še ni odprla. Rada bere. Čeprav je pozno jo je začela brati. Vse ljubezenske prizora je prebrala trikrat. Lahko si jih je zamislila v glavi in bili so popolni. Zato so ji bili všeč. Rada ima ljubezen, rada vidi, da se imajo ljudje radi. Prišla je do sedmega poglavja in pogledala na uro. Pol dveh. Vstala je in se s knjigo v roki odpravila v kuhinjo. Spila je kozarec pomarančnega soka in pojedla par napolitank. Še vedno je brala knjigo in sedela na kuhinjskem pultu. Bila je rahlo strašna, govorila je o dekletu, ki se boji smrti. Čudna je. Zaželela si je čaj in nalila vodo iz steklenice v njeno najljubšo skodelico rdeče barve, ne kateri piše Strawberry in so narisane jagode. Čudovita je. Vstavila jo se v mikrovalovno in še naprej brala knjigo. Driin je zazvonilo. Nikakor se ni mogla odločiti kateri čaj naj vzame. Izbrala je jagodnega. Naj bo v stilu z skodelico. Vstavila je vrečko v toplo vodo. Brala je naprej in pila čaj. Prišla je do polovice knjige, označila je kje je ostala in zaprla knjigo. Želela si je brati naprej, vendar ni imela moči. Skočila se s pulta, se odpravila v kopalnico in si ponovno umila zobe. Vrnila se je v posteljo, se pokrila in poskušala zaspati. Ni šlo. Spet je razmišljala o njemu. Kdaj bo že izginil iz njenih misli? Kdaj? Tako zelo si želi, da bi ga pozabila in nehala trpeti...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bai. Meite se radi<3</span>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-7005063325469790612009-02-03T23:28:00.002+01:002009-02-03T23:59:43.775+01:00-.-<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjMLaqvCSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTKnjAcdZ6s/s1600-h/3_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjMLaqvCSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/rTKnjAcdZ6s/s200/3_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298709458110581026" border="0" /></a><br />Povn kufr mam tega, da sem bouna in da sem doma.<br />Ko bi vi vedel kok je bedno tulele.<br />Use me boli in umerim in dolgčas mi je in nix ne morem in prou brez veze.<br />In sem rekla mami, da bi šla v četrtek ali pa v petek v šolo in je rekla da ni šans.<br />Brez veze. Brez veze. Kr crknla bom.<br />Pa vn bi šla u petek pa je rekla. Citiram: ''Maš vnetje grla, sinusov in ledvic in ti razmišljaš o tem, da bi šla vn. Pa se ti zajebavaš z mano???''.<br />Ne se ne zajebavam, čist fakin resna sem. Buahh.<br />Dobila sm neke ogromne tablete in morala sem dt kri in vodo. Kr neki..<br />Bla bi milijonkrat rajši v šoli poslušala tisto za bajlo & franko kako se derejo kukr pa kle doma sedela in umerala.<br />Ne vrjamete? Vrjemte. Se greste zamenat? Plisss? Hh.<br />Spat grem zdei. Heh..<br /><br />Bai. Meite se radi.<3<br /><br />PS: pogrešam vs. :)ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-15952080671035738632009-02-03T23:06:00.004+01:002009-02-03T23:22:01.486+01:00ScaryFacts.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjC8-1nCwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/whOgXaSoBJI/s1600-h/1+%2814%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjC8-1nCwI/AAAAAAAAAH8/whOgXaSoBJI/s200/1+%2814%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298699314517183234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjC8z6cmvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AK8qFXvH1sQ/s1600-h/1+%2813%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjA-3zm8CI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SEdjGmtrqvE/s200/1+%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298697147966222370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjA-vrVxyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P1Bxoan_06o/s1600-h/1+%283%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjA-vrVxyI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P1Bxoan_06o/s200/1+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298697145784059682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjA-eWJTII/AAAAAAAAAGc/LZkNgrJRrsM/s1600-h/1+%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjA-eWJTII/AAAAAAAAAGc/LZkNgrJRrsM/s200/1+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298697141131758722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjA-A1dSfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9pSvtRrpgBY/s1600-h/1+%281%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjA-A1dSfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/9pSvtRrpgBY/s200/1+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298697133210028530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjA9hqCm-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J5t2RENx8Qk/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYjA9hqCm-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J5t2RENx8Qk/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298697124840643554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><u>Te sliko so mi čist preveč hude in sm jih morala dt gor.</u><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Bai. Meite se radi.<3</span><br /></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-6143141524046975572009-01-31T14:49:00.005+01:002009-01-31T15:37:25.784+01:00Ko ima Rebeka preveč časa..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYRhcu3jLhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gyOS0yu9w90/s1600-h/ICONATOR_4f5fb42411cf04cb5a7596d7ac3d0b55.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYRhcu3jLhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gyOS0yu9w90/s200/ICONATOR_4f5fb42411cf04cb5a7596d7ac3d0b55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297466207939800594" border="0" /></a><br />Očitno je imela Rebeka preveč časa in mi je poslala mail brez zadeve, v jedru je pa pisalo:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">kužkom kost,mucam miš,mišim sir,ljudem pa mir kulski dan ti želim. </span><br /><br />Hehe.. Dejansko ji ne moreš zamet, ker je moja sestrična in hod v 4. razred devetletke. :)<br /><br />Zdei pa grem pit vrelo <u>mleko z zažganim in nato stopljenim sladkorjem in malo kave not</u>. Hh<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baj. Meite se radi.<3</span>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-57540904555151045582009-01-28T22:43:00.009+01:002009-01-28T23:17:02.898+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Odločila sem se, da me več <u>ne zanima</u>. Da me <u>briga</u> zanj in da ga več ne maram. Pač <u>je neumen</u> in ga <u>nimam rada</u>. Če ga še kdaj omenim me me spomnite kaj sem se odločila.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYDY9-2FqbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vhS4tpXtun0/s1600-h/ICONATOR_bd65a6aab989f2268e90171246618a7c_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SYDY9-2FqbI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vhS4tpXtun0/s200/ICONATOR_bd65a6aab989f2268e90171246618a7c_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296471721141184946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">PS. Dejansko ne mislim resno. Rada ga mam.♥</span><br /><br />Baj. Meite se radi. ♥</div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-91967113301829351132009-01-26T15:15:00.004+01:002009-02-08T21:57:32.064+01:00Pa sei ne da sm normalna.<span style="font-weight: bold;">Omajgad. Malo je manjkalo pa bi me avto zbil</span>, ko sem odhajala iz šole proti avtobusni. & seveda, če bi me bi bila sama kriva. Ohjej.=/<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Predstavljejte si:</span><br />Hodim lepo po pločniku in se pogovarjam z Nušo. Zraven sta bla še Matic in Matjaž. Pridemo do križišča [nevem, če je križišče] in zagledam Njegaa [=$] & se itak zmedem. Nevem kaj točno mi je blo ampak sm kr skočila čez cesto in se vstavla pred avtom in stala, ku debil. Še pred tem se mi je pa zdelo, da je nekdo reku Amela in pol.. Kr zmrznla sm in nism mogla nix. Na koncu sm vndarle odmrznla in šla naprej. Smejala sm se, čeprou neuem zakej, ker če se zdaj spomnm me kr zmrzne.<br />Uglavm noro.<br /><br />Heh.. Prejle sm pršla od ortodonta. Kr neke gumice mi je dau al kaj. Še sama neuem. Hh. & jutr mam spet. =S<br />Tko sm upala, da ne bom dobila aparata in res nism. =D Sm si kr mau oddahnla. :)<br /><br />Zdei sm rešila test na facebook-u <span style="font-weight: bold;">What emotion are you? </span>& mi je pršlu: <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>You are love. You love everthing of anything and want to share the feeling with everyone. </span>Čist hudo k ne? Hh<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><div class="dashboard_header"><div class="dh_titlebar clearfix"><div class="dh_new_media_shell"><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Grem zdei. Bajj. Meite se radi.<3</span><br /><a href="http://apps.new.facebook.com/quizapps/getting_started?&_fb_fromhash=828b7824404ad4a38fa3cde6cff01fea" onclick="return true;" class="dh_new_media"><div class="tr"><div class="bl"><div class="br"><span></span></div></div></div></a></div></div></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-26722557988248802652009-01-24T13:49:00.004+01:002009-01-24T13:54:14.481+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-weight: bold;">She will never stopped loving him</span> just in case he were ever change his mind and start loving her.</u><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SXsOviFpE8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QTNYFVfbckc/s1600-h/anime-kiss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SXsOviFpE8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/QTNYFVfbckc/s200/anime-kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294841996671259586" border="0" /><u></u></a><u><br /></u></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-20724392388962770122009-01-24T13:13:00.002+01:002009-01-24T13:18:35.451+01:00Povšo-Moj stil<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQAgQl6cnd8&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xQAgQl6cnd8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Še jst sm <u>pridna</u> in delam reklamo. :)<br /><br />[ http://povso.blogspot.com ]<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Baj.Meite se radi.<3</span>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-5022371443018772372009-01-22T21:58:00.005+01:002009-01-24T12:49:10.172+01:00BlaBlaBla + LaLaLa<div style="text-align: center;"> Že kar nekaj dni samo spim, se filam s <span style="font-weight: bold;">Septoletami</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Coldrexom</span> in nekimi <span style="font-weight: bold;">vitaminskimi tabletami</span>, ližem<span style="font-weight: bold;"> limono</span> [katera mi je en mau razžrla ustnice] in jem <span style="font-weight: bold;">klementine</span>. Klub temu, da se počutim kot <span style="font-weight: bold;">kilo dreka</span> sem šla v sredo, četrtek in petek v šolo [pa ne ker bi jo pogrešala].<br /> Sama sem doma in mi je kul, ker me vsakih 5 minut nekdo ne upraša kaj bom jedla, če sm pila in naj se odmaknem od računalnika.. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Prou fajn je. :)</span> Čeprou bo tastar kmal pršu. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Brezveze.</span><br /> Zdei me je <span style="font-weight: bold;">Matic</span> spomnu, da morm do pondelka odgovort na <span style="font-weight: bold;">72</span>[neki tazga] uprašanj za zgodovino in umetnost in da morm do srede prebrt Hamleta. Komu se da? <span style="font-weight: bold;">Men ne. =/ </span><br />Kumi čakam, da je konc šolo. Po pravici že dva tedna samu čakam, da bojo počitnice, al pa vikend al pa kar koli, ker se mi nix ne da. Čudna sm? Neuem no..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><u>Almost Lover.</u></span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDEEzS7OV2k&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDEEzS7OV2k&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><em>Your fingertips across my skin<br />The palm trees swaying in the wind<br />Images<br />You sang me Spanish lullabies<br />The sweetest sadness in your eyes<br />Clever trick</em></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><em>Well, I never want to see you unhappy<br />I thought you'd want the same for me</em></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><em><br />Goodbye, my almost lover<br />Goodbye, my hopeless dream<br />I'm trying not to think about you<br />Can't you just let me be?<br />So long, my luckless romance<br />My back is turned on you<br />Should've known you'd bring me heartache<br />Almost lovers always do</em></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><em>We walked along a crowded street<br />You took my hand and danced with me<br />Images<br />And when you left, you kissed my lips<br />You told me you would never, never forget<br />These images </em></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><em>No</em></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><em>Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy<br />I thought you'd want the same for me</em></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><em><br />Goodbye, my almost lover<br />Goodbye, my hopeless dream<br />I'm trying not to think about you<br />Can't you just let me be?<br />So long, my luckless romance<br />My back is turned on you<br />Should've known you'd bring me heartache<br />Almost lovers always do</em></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><em>I cannot go to the ocean<br />I cannot drive the streets at night<br />I cannot wake up in the morning<br />Without you on my mind<br />So you're gone and I'm haunted<br />And I bet you are just fine</em></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;"><em>Did I make it that<br />Easy to walk right in and out<br />Of my life?</em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em> Goodbye, my almost lover<br />Goodbye, my hopeless dream<br />I'm trying not to think about you<br />Can't you just let me be?<br />So long, my luckless romance<br />My back is turned on you<br />Should have known you'd bring me heartache<br />Almost lovers always do</em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><em></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-weight: bold;">I LOVE THIS SONG.<3<br />tok je resnična.</span></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /><em><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bajj. Meite se radi.<3<br /></span></em></p>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-60979206577750252162009-01-19T21:33:00.005+01:002009-01-21T21:45:50.274+01:00Igor Knez..<div style="text-align: left;"> Začela sm tale post pisat v ponedeljek, ko sm pršla iz opere. Pa se mi ni ueč dalo in sm shranil in hotla nadaljevt nasledn dan. Ampak se mi tut učeri ni dalo. Hh. Prej sm se pa lepo naspala, tako da bom zdei dokončala[upam]. :)<br /> Sicer neuem zakaj sm dala tak naslou, ker vm ne morm nix povedat o operi, ker sm spala. Gledala sm samu na konc, ko so uni plesal. Pa une mišice. Heh. :D Men ni blo kul u operi. Nekateri so pa čist naudušeni. Na busu je blu sicer mau bulš. Ampak nix posebnega. Heh..<br /><br /> Morm vs neki uprašat. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Se zadne čase res čudnu obnašam?</span> Mislm, je čudnu tu, da se smejem, pa da sm dobre volje pa, da nism depresivna pa, da sm vesela? Men se ne zdi tu čudnu in mi je čist kul ampak nekaterim osebam se zdi tu čudnu. Zakaj??<br /><br /> Grem..Ker mam tulele že 3 ure odprtu in mislm, da ne bom nix več napisala. Tko, da brez veze, da še kej sploh poskušam. xD<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bajj. Meite se radi.<3</span><br /></div>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-19888412027969895392009-01-17T15:02:00.005+01:002009-01-17T15:49:44.306+01:00♥ John Lennon - Imagine ♥<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SXHvwLa79II/AAAAAAAAAFE/LZzSRa60L9E/s1600-h/peace.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SXHvwLa79II/AAAAAAAAAFE/LZzSRa60L9E/s200/peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292274648115573890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Imagine there's no heaven</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >It's easy if you try</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >No hell below us<br />Above us only sky</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Imagine all the people</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Living for today...</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Imagine there's no countries<br />It isn't hard to do</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >Nothing to kill or die for<br />And no religion too<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Imagine all the people</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Living life in peace...</span><br /><br />You may say I'm a dreamer<br />But I'm not the only one<br />I hope someday you'll join us<br />And the world will be as one<br /><br />Imagine no possessions<br />I wonder if you can<br />No need for greed or hunger<br />A brotherhood of man<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Imagine all the people</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sharing all the world...</span><br /><br />You may say I'm a dreamer<br />But I'm not the only one<br />I hope someday you'll join us<br />And the world will live as one..<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Ta pesm je tkooo lepa. K ne? (:</span><br /><center> </center><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Bajj. Meite se radi. <3</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" ></span>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-92189199283371401292009-01-16T22:20:00.005+01:002009-01-16T23:57:39.919+01:00Moj & Leikotou načrt. =$<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SXEPi48JeSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XUGeW2dqogg/s1600-h/Passion_by_jeffslater.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SXEPi48JeSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XUGeW2dqogg/s200/Passion_by_jeffslater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292028129211676962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On in on sta take<span style="font-weight: bold;"> spešl osebce</span> v <span style="font-weight: bold;">mojem in Leiinem</span> življenju. In ju imava tako zelooo, veli rade. Ampak onadva naju ŠE <span style="font-weight: bold;">ne marata. =/</span> In Sva naredile <span style="font-weight: bold;">načrt</span> kako naju bosta začela met rada. =D<br /><br />1. Greva ven, ko bosta oba zunaj..<br /><br />2. Ju najdeva..<br /><br />3. Se prštulva k njima [čeprav verjetno ne bosta skupi. Heh]..<br /><br />4. Ju napijeva..<br /><br />5. Ju zaveževa [tako <u>hard</u>, da nama ne pobegneta]..<br /><br />6. Odvlečeva ju domov..<br /><br />7. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Posexamo</span> [Wihuu..]..<br /><br />8. Rečeva, da sva noseči [in pač sta tako KULL, da se ne bosta obrnila in šla]..<br /><br />9. Se poročimo..<br /><br />10. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Živimo srečno skupaj do konca svoji dni</span>, ker oba ugotovita, da sva me v bistvu prau zakon in čist <u>odfuk</u>, da se nama lahko smejeta in nam je zato KULL skupi, tako da <span style="font-weight: bold;">naju mata</span> v bistvu <span style="font-weight: bold;">zloooo rada.</span> =D<br /><br /><u>KAKŠN SE VM ZDI? Hh.</u><br />Je prou kul ne. Ei vedva.. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rade vaju maua</span>. <33<br /><br />Bajj. Meitee se radii.ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-35612724932652674912009-01-14T19:05:00.002+01:002009-01-16T18:10:48.819+01:00Tečkeee.=P<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SW4wohhTyMI/AAAAAAAAADs/MrK4UcaK798/s1600-h/41-1.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 67px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SW4wohhTyMI/AAAAAAAAADs/MrK4UcaK798/s200/41-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291220084957890754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dejansko sm misnla d sm blog zbrisala.</span> Pa grem jst dons slučajnu pogledat kaj se kej pojau ko klikneš <u>ameLca.^^</u> in glej no glej šezmeri je kle. Heh..<br />In pol pogledam komentarje in vidm d mi je še <u>Domn</u> zatežiu d naj neki napišm.. Pol pa okeii no. Bom pa neki napisala in zdei pišm. =D<br />Sm veš ni problem, da jst neuem kaj bi pisala, sm use kar se spomnm se mi zdi tko preveč osebno, da pol rajš ne pišem. Tko da pol pač ni nix novega. xD<br /><br />Dones sm uidla <span style="font-weight: bold;">Ajdoo.<33</span><br />Tko po zlo dougem cajtu, veste si jo je <u>Erni</u> prsvoju & zdei jo več ne uidm. Prou nesramn je. Ku da jo ma lahku sm on. Seii prou. Pol za konc se je pa še z <u>Simonco</u> pogovarjala ceu cajt, ku da se ne vidta usak dan. Seii prou. [Me prou zanima kaj bo <u>Ajda</u> rekla, če bo to prebrala. Ha..]..<br />In je rekla, da se bo postrigla. Sm jst nočm da se postriže, k ma lepe laske. <u>Hecna je.</u><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zakaj se neki usi sikerate zrd govorilnih?</span> Moja mami je bla pa je čist vesela nazai pršla. Buhvej kaj je zvedla. Hehe. xD Ku d mam kkšno 5-ko al pa kej tazga. Hh..<br /><u>Ta šola je kr neki.</u> Je tko, d ns ne mormo prslit, d delamo neki kar <span style="font-weight: bold;">nočmo?</span>? Kaj pa ČLOVEKOVE PRAVICE?? Ker jst nočm smučat u uni planici al kam gremo, sm baje da bomo moral, sm ne, medve z <u>Lejkoo</u> <3 se bomo SANKALEE. Hh.<br /> <u>July</u> je dons informatiko popraula & to sm zato, ker smo pesti držal med malco, kok smo pridne, še jest nismo mogle. Heh..xD<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Dost mate. xD</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Bajj. Meiite se radi. <3</span>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-74505978807871516102008-12-01T18:58:00.000+01:002008-12-01T20:57:39.272+01:00Haircut.^^<span style="font-weight: bold;">Zakaj za vraga v frizerskih salonih delajo ljudje, ki so totalno nesposobni in ne znajo stržt??!?</span><br /><br /><u>Da pojasnim zakaj sem jezna. (:</u><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/STRBIY9_L7I/AAAAAAAAADk/CfpBFdwhxSQ/s1600-h/35j9pww.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/STRBIY9_L7I/AAAAAAAAADk/CfpBFdwhxSQ/s200/35j9pww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274912675954896818" border="0" /></a><br /><u>V petek sem se šla naročit na striženje. Šla sem v </u><u>Extrim</u><u> tko kot zmerej. Danes sem s</u><u>e šla postičt in me je strigla ena </u><u>nova</u><u>. Sedela sem na stolu <u>2 ure</u>, rit me je že bolela, hotla sem ji že rečt če se lahko malo sprehodm[Hh] in postrigla me je <u>GROZNO</u>. D sploh ueste kakšna sm, ku da mam <u>čelado</u> na glavi. <u>Obup</u>. Probala se bom u četrtek naročit enemu </u><u>novemu<u> frizerju v mestu, k je baje ful uredu, upam da ne bom pozabila. Hh<br />Uglavnm kr neki..<br /></u></u><br /><u><u>Drugač pa nč nouga.. Hh. Kot ste uidl se mi ne da neki uelik pisat tale blog. Hh. Ampak seii bo. (:<br />Aia. Dons smo informatiko pisal--><u>Faking kr neki<u>.Hh Čist brezveze. xD Če bo 3 bo kul. (:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Baai.Baii.Hf* <3<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Ps. Nimam take čupe kukr je na sliki. Hh</span><br /></span></u></u></u></u>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1931210705586231223.post-3689680638942675272008-11-24T21:02:00.000+01:002008-11-24T21:07:20.153+01:00Love it.<3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SSsJGT8VYKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dbw_oLUDKBc/s1600-h/thhearts.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 54px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ICnFw_Eui8s/SSsJGT8VYKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dbw_oLUDKBc/s320/thhearts.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272317792804495522" border="0" /></a><br />Danes sem čisto navdušena nad tem verzom.<br /><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Navadna tabela"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><u>Isn't it ironic?</u></b><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><u> How we ignore the ones who adore us and adore the ones that igonere us, love the ones who hurt us and hurt the ones that love us?</u></span><o:p></o:p></p><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt 70.85pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="">Zakaj??</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="">Enostavno ker je lep, <u>resničen</u> in zanimiv.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b>Lep</b> je, ker je Love notri. =$<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b>Resničen</b> je, ker je vse res. Največkrat prizadenemo ljudi, ki nas imajo rad in največkrat smo prizadeti od strani ljudi, ki jih imamo radi. Zakaj? That's just the way it is. Se da to spremenit? I don't think so. Tko to je in tko to pač blo. Sej jz bom preživela, sm nekateri pa pač ne bojo, ker se bojo šli prej porezat al pa nafilat s tableti. Ahh..kaj dela ta love.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b>Zanimiv</b> je, ker mi je zadnje čase marsikaj zanimivo. (:</p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><u>Folk mejte se radi in ne prizadevat ljudi, ki vas imajo radi. </u><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style=""><b>Baai.Baii. <3<span style="font-size:10;"><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><b><br /></b>ameLca.^^http://www.blogger.com/profile/17007354719987400349noreply@blogger.com2