Torej malce zaradi ….. malce zaradi firbca, malce zarad tega ker sem bil takrat lih v Ljubljani sem šel na sestanek BEST-a.
BEST je skupnost, študentov iz tehničnih faksov, like arhitektura,gradbeništvo,strojna, fri,fe itd itd… No kje pride ekonomist notr ? Ne pride ampak sem vseeno dobrodošel pravijo .
Zelo zanimiva skupina ljudi so. In kaj jih dela zanimive ? To da prirejajo zelo zanimive projekte, ampak to niso enodnevne delavnice, to niso neki na hitr vržene zadeve ampak projekti vredni več tisoč eur, recimor gostovanje 30 tujcev jim plačat hrano,hotele, animacijo, vožnjo sem in tja in to za 7 dni!!
Ja v zameno lahko tudi ljubljanski bestovci dobijo to kjerkoli v europi!
Sploh ni še ker je bilo še malce zavlačevanja ampak tudi to je bila izkušnja sicer ne lih prijetna.
Torej kje smo in kako stojimo ?
1.) Shiral od lahkote nisem. Točka zame :)
2.) Utopil se nisem v smeteh. Točka zame :)
3.) Umazan ne hodim po svetu. Točka za pralni stroj, mehčal in prašek :)
Psihofizično stanje ? Hja zadnje čase, nekam slabo čeprav vsem govorim da dobro… Razmišljam kako in kaj bi bilo, kar je vrjetno zelo slabo ampak jebat ga tko je. Ampak dejstvo je da sva bila na nasprotnih urnikih. Jest sem”danes” po 15 ur od doma enostavno, nimam doma itak kej počet in potem se zaposlim oz me zaposlijo drugi.
Skozi njene zapise se mi zdi, kot da je bila ujetnica tukaj na Vrhniki, čeprav daleč od tega da sem ji jest karkoli prepovedoval, zdaj imam bolj občutek da je zaživela ampak lahko da je to samo občutek, no kakorkoli sem srečen za njo.
Kaj bo z mojo ljubeznijo nevem, ubistvu me tudi ne briga zmeraj bolj se pustim go with the folow zadevam seveda pa sam prispevam to da nisem doma, kjer sigurno ne bom spoznal nobene.
Se vam zdi, da kdaj kaka pesem opisuje vaše stanje in občutke? No tale sigurno moje! (still after all this time…)
Happy Ending
Mika
This is the way you left me.
I’m not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like its forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
Wake up in the morning,
Stumble on my life.
Can’t get no love without sacrifice.
If anything should happen,
I guess I wish you well.
Mm A little bit of heaven,
With a little bit of hell.
This is the hardest story that I’ve ever told. (ooooo)
No hope, no love, no glory.
A happy ending gone forever more.
I feel as if I’m wasted,
And I’m wasted everyday.
This is the way you left me.
I’m not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like its forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
Two o’clock in the morning,
Something’s on my mind.
Can’t get no rest,
Keep walking around.
If I pretend that nothing ever went wrong
I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on.
This is the hardest story that I’ve ever told. (ooooo)
No hope, no love, no glory.
A happy ending gone forever more.
I fell as if I’m wasted,
And I’m wasted everyday.
This is the way you left me, (Oh I fell as if I’m wasted)
I’m not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending.
This is the way that we love, (And I’m wasted everyday)
Like its forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
Little bit of love
Little bit of love x 25
Little bit of love (I fell as if I’m wasted)
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love (And I’m wasted everyday)
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
Little bit of love
This is the way you left me. (Little bit of love .. continues repeating)
I’m not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like its forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
This is the way you left me. (Little bit of love .. continues repeating)
I’m not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like its forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.
This is the way you left me.
I’m not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No happy ending
Zdaj že 3 tedne redno delam tam, sicer ne redno zaposlen, preko študenta in morem rečt da je to to kar sem iskal, nek team sodelovcev, ki se vidimo tistih 8 urc na dan potem pa gremo vsak po svoje, noben te ne kliče in reče ej a lahko še tole… Noben te ne kliče v soboto in reče a prideš odprt skaldišče :)
No sej ni tako hudo ampak, tukaj je še informatika, zanimive nove stvari za počet in zanimiv nov folk spoznavat, nove veščine trenirat (morit folku nikoli ni bila moja močna stran) itd itd.
Moj email naslov je zaradi mojega balkanskega priimka ki ga uporablja dostkrat tarča raznih ljudi, ki se dopisujejo za službo, celo na neko predavanje so me vabili (jaz naj bi bil predavatelj), dobil sem ponudbo za programerja, celo neko ljubezensko pismo sem dobil :) Ampak this one takes the cake
Hi there,
Don’t worry about the dryer. If it had a filter it would tell you in the book. It must wash away all the fluff. Things have moved on a lot since I worked for Hoover. If there had been any problems someone would have mentioned it on the net.
See you later.
Mandy and the kids.
P. S. Sending this through talk talk as still not set up the dreaded Outlook Express.
Sem mislu da je spam ampak nobenga linka nikjer… People are just dumb :)
Pravkar se igram na temle, na zunaj malce liftinga ampak drugače strupeno hiter. Sicer rama še vedno nekaj popapa ampak mam prižgan torrent na polno pa zadeva dost normalno dela :) Kar pri 2 ni normalno.
Baje ima pameten iskalnik, ki se uči z vami malce drugačen izgled na kar se bomo vrjetno navadil, now download maneger katerega še nisem preizkusil, pa vrjetno še ful bombončkov… Zaenkrat GOOD !
Gravity is a factor
Feel it pulling you in
It gets under your skin
And you just sink in
When the past is an anchor
It’s just holding you back
When you can’t walk away
Something makes you stay, makes you stay
What makes you turn around and do it all again
Your highs and lows, they are both one and the same
There is no difference in your pleasure and your pain
It’s time to face the music
You can see what you can be
Let go of what you have been
See the world
Through a different set of eyes
If you can face the future
It sets you free from the past
Turn around, turn around
You can move on, move on
What makes you turn around and do it all again
Your highs and lows, they are both one and the same
There is no difference in your pleasure and your pain
It’s time to face the music
