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Vidite djevojče gore na slici. To je Sara, vrlo često zvana KSara, no isključivo od meni. To malo prekrasno biće iako visoko samo 155 u vašem srcu može zauzeti mnogo više prostora. KSara vam je budući ekonomist i zasigurno će jednoga dana okretati velike pare u svojim rukama, nije da se zato družim s njom, no treba sve uzeti u obzir.
Sarita vam je uz sve to i veliki pobornik metala, a Him joj je već davnih dana postao miljenik. Moram naglasiti da je bilo i trenutaka kada je u svom omiljenom bircu Derbiju, ponukana nekim nepoznatim razlogom, zapjevala i Britney.
Iz svega ovoga vidi se da je svestrana, njena svestranost ne zastaje samo na glazbi, onda ide dalje, iako bez Sanadera, u najorginalniim facovitim forama, u bežičnom ukrašavanju, a isto tako nije joj nepoznato ni opijanje kavama.
Ha, želite li se sad i vi družiti s njom?
Poisonblack - Pain Becomes Me
All this time, I've been dreaming of it
All this time, it's been haunting in my head
Tempting me, inviting me
To fall asleep in its arms
To fall from grace
To breathe its ever dimming dusk
Through my eyes, you could see the hurt I crave
Through my eyes, you'd see there's nothing left to save
I heard you said there's a light up ahead
But im heading towards a dead end
I just can't say no
I just can't let go for its got me mend
I crave, therefore I am
And that is all I ever feel
I hope you'd understand
One love, one pain, one memory
I toast to misery
As I dig into the devils bone
And for eternity
The pain he gave me
Why won't it leave me alone
Hinder - Better Than Me
I think you can do much better than me
After all the lies that I made you believe
Guilt kicks in and I start to see
The edge of the bed
Where your nightgown used to be
I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
While looking through your old box of notes
I found those pictures I took
That you were looking for
If there's one memory I don't want to lose
That time at the mall
You and me in the dressing room
I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
The bed I'm lying in is getting colder
Wish I never would've said it's over
And I can't pretend... I won't think about you when I'm older
Cause we never really had our closure
This can't be the end
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me
(And I think you should know this)
(You deserve much better than me)
Iced earth - melancholy
Make the sadness go away
Come back another day
For years I've tried to teach
But their eyes are empty
Empty too I have become
For them I must die
A sad and troubled race
An ungrateful troubled place
I see the sadness in their eyes
Melancholy in their cries
Devoid of all the passion
The human spirit cannot die
Look at the pain around me
This is what I cry for
Look at the pain around me
This is what I'll die for
Make the sadness go away
Come back another day
The things I've said and done
Don't matter to anyone
But still, you push me to see
Something, I can never be
Why am I their shattered king?
I don't mean anything
I see the sadness in their eyes
Melancholy in their cries
Devoid of all the passion
The human spirit cannot die
Look at the pain around me
This is what I cry for
Look at the pain around me
This is what I'll die for
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Dakle mi smo Ana (divna, prekrasna djevojka koja živi na relaciji SB-ZG) i Sara (prekokrašna djevojka koj živi u SB). Prijateljice slučajnog kalibra koje su se upoznale preko neta, kada se Ana Sari prestavila kao Sarina nesuđena ljubav (ime pak nećemo napisati).
iz svega toga razvilo se prekrasno prijateljstvo koje traje već gotovo 2 godine.
Njeno ime je, kako već rekosmo par puta, Ana(i to joj ime savršeno pristaje). Rođena je u Slavonskom Brodu dana 12.3.1989. godine. Ne toliko davno:) Trenutno studira filozofiju i religijske znanosti u Zagrebu (kako kažu tako blizu a tako daleko). Sluša punk i rock te voli narančastu boju. Ja ju od milja inače zovem bananko a visoka nam je 171cm. Ima medenastu kosu i smeđe okice kojima gleda svijet na svoj poseban način:).... U zadnje vrijeme jako voli jesti čokoladu:). Iako često zauzeta osoba nađe vremena da ode samnom na kavu i uvijek se izjašnjava da ne voli colu. Jako je komunikativna, otvorena i draga osoba. Moj bananko vam je veseli dio mog života i ne mislim već znam da u čiji god život uđe ona osvjetljava svojim osmjehom.
BALAŠEVIĆ- ja nisam luzer
Rodjen pod sretnom zvezdom magicnom
ali nad ovom zemljom generalno tragicnom
cemu sam blizi triput pogadjaj
neko nad nama vrsi oglede
hajde, usudi se i pogledaj u poglede
ovde je osmeh dogadjaj
U supak kosmosa smo upali
mnogi su domobranci zauvek prolupali
caruje virus apatije
al' ti na mene stavi upitnik
pa rekni, da l' ti bata
deluje ko gubitnik
ma nema sanse, sta ti je
Ref.
Ja nisam luzer, o naprotiv
meni je osmeh lajt-motiv
ja nisam luzer, ja imam nas
a za svet ko te pita
Ja nisam cedo proseka
mene ne vuce oseka
s tobom je tretman poseban
svaki je dan dolce vita
i svud je Hollywood
Namlatim mesecno sest maraka
bude za cipolku i frtalj kile cvaraka
olos mi veze ometa
ali kad dodjem kuci tu si ti
e tu ce tvrdjavicu malo teze srusiti
to im je izvan dometa
J. OSBOURNE- if Gud was one of us
If God had a name, what would it be
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
If God had a face what would it look like
And would you want to see
If seeing meant that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in jesus and the saints and all the prophets
And yeah yeah god is great yeah yeah god is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
He's trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
And yeah yeah God is great yeah yeah God is good
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What if god was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody calling on the phone
Except for the pope maybe in rome
ALPHAVILLE- forever young
Lets dance in style, lets dance for a while
Heaven can wait were only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you going to drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We dont have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The musics for the sad men
Can you imagine when this race is won
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders were getting in tune
The musics played by the madmen
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever, forever and ever
Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why dont they stay young
Its so hard to get old without a cause
I dont want to perish like a fading horse
Youth is like diamonds in the sun
And dimonds are forever
So many adventures couldnt happen today
So many songs we forgot to play
So many dreams are swinging out of the blue
We let them come true
Nakon malo duže stanke evo javljam se zbog nekih tehnickih problema nisam bila u mogucnosti napisati post... A sto se tice civilizacije nismo u kontaktu vec tjedan dana...
A raspolozenje ne moze biti gore... Ali gura se sta drugo...
Fali mi moj Bananko da odemo sjesti dole uz savu i klafrati cijelu vecer ili nesto slicno... Slikati se pa brisati slike jer smo lose ispale hehehe ali naravno tako fotogenicne djevojke to se rijetko dogodi...
Sav svijet nesto poludio ne znam ni sama gdje bi se uklopila vise kad vise ne mozes vjerovati ni najboljim prijateljima...
Ovaj tjedan je prosao dosta brzo jer sam samo lezala pila tablete cajeve i spavala nije da se bunim bilo je u neku ruku i dobro ako stavimo bol sa strane haha....da tjesim se 
Pa onda do idućeg javljanja, nadam se malo zanimljivijeg 
Urednica posta: Sara
Da, dosta ste dugo čekali na ovaj post, pa bi bio red da i ostanete bez teksta kada ga pročitate. No iskreno čisto sumnjam da će mi neka takvo luda inspiracija pasti na um i da ću nešto tako spektakularno napisati; pa ono možda bi bilo i pametno da ne čitate, ali ako ne pročitate onda nećete ni saznati kako mi je život fino ispunjen učenjem, učenjem, učenjem i tako još jednom učenjem.
Ponekad se osjenčam tako grozno jer se nalazim usred velegrada u kojem gotovo čovjek na čovjeku stoji, a ja ovdje sjedim SAMA u ovom sobičku i učim. Zar nije tužno da jedna osoba od 18 godina ima osjećaj da dijeli istu sudbinu sa umirovljenicima. Zar nije suludo da ja sa 18 godina još uvijek tragam za odgovorom tko sam ja, a što je ovaj svijet koji me okružuje. Da znam, štoviše jako dobro znam one odgovore ja sam Ana i bla, bla, ali mene zanima onaj viši odgovor, jer ipak osjenčam se kao zadnja šuša i kao da nitko za mene ne mari. Možda je to jednostavno sudbina djevojaka koje posjeduju lozinku za uređivanje ovog bloga. Čujem da i Ksari baš najbolje ne ide i da i njoj baš kao i meni nedostaje lozinka za nečije srce. I onda si postavim ono vječito pitanje zašto je Bog sve baš tako uredio, zašto je odlučio postaviti me u ovakvu situaciju u kojoj ću biti toliko neiskrena prema sebi i pokušavati se uvjeriti da nešto nije za mene iako to doista želim. I onda pitam toga velikana koji je čitav svijet ustrojio, zašto sam morala biti toliko glupa i napustiti osobu koja me toliko voli, radi nekoga tko me ne doživljava kao ništa drugo doli samo kao prijateljicu. Zar život nije jedna velika lutrija u kojoj nekad dobiješ, a nekada izgubiš. Ali moj problem je zapravo želja da neprekidno dobivam, jer dosta mi je gubitaka koji su toliko ponekad veliki da mi gotovo čitav uspiju promijeniti. I onda se sve svede, znate ono kad vam ništa ne ide....
Mislim ne želim ispasti neki okorjeli pesimist, ali bilo bi suludo govoriti ja sam sretna i zadovoljna kada znam da mi fali nešto, a ja znam što je to nešto, samo što se do toga ne usudim krenuti.
Urednica posta: Anka
Naslov ima slucajno veze sa ovim blogom, vjerovali ili ne prijateljstvo se rada i preko neta i to dobro prijateljstvo... No o tome neki drugi put:)
Sretna nova svima vama sretnicima na ovom veselom blogu...
Nije bas najveselije prosla za pojedine vlasnike ovog bloga (mene) ali drugoj polovici je bilo dobro, toliko dobro da se razbolila od veselja...
A sto se tice mog tulumarenja u..PARKU pa cujte kosa mi se zaledila ali.. nije bilo toliko lose u pocetku:) ali za vecinu ljudi tamo ova proslava bila je kobna... no nije ni bitno.. Ovim postom zapocinje ovaj divni prekrasni najljepsi najbolji najposjecivaniji blog svih blogova ikada 
Vidjeti cemo kako ce se odvijati...
Urednik posta : Sara
