<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189</id><updated>2011-11-19T18:54:56.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nobody suspect the butterfly...:)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-7337662066619442136</id><published>2007-04-03T22:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T22:38:11.945+02:00</updated><title type='text'>aBcD...il' šta već...:)</title><content type='html'>Bejah prozvana od strane &lt;a href="http://nekidezivot.mojblog.co.yu/"&gt;nekidezivot pa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa necu da budem party brejker :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - ajkula čekićara (neko mi je jednom rekao da ličim na nju:))&lt;br /&gt;B - bubuljice (uhvatio me pubertet again)&lt;br /&gt;C - cvet (ruža,ruža i samo ruža)&lt;br /&gt;D - duša (šta reći, ko je nema neće znati)&lt;br /&gt;Ć - ćebe - Bukovski&lt;br /&gt;Č - čovek (nikada ga neću razumeti)&lt;br /&gt;Dz - dzem (od šljiva sa ljuskicama)&lt;br /&gt;Đ - đubreee !!!&lt;br /&gt;E - elegantno (uvek sam imala drugačije tumačenje elegancije od drugih :()&lt;br /&gt;G - golubovi (prva zivotinja za koju sam saznala u zivotu, tata mi je golubar:))&lt;br /&gt;F - fear,fetiš&lt;br /&gt;H - Homolje (obozavam njihov miris)&lt;br /&gt;S - sreća&lt;br /&gt;Lj - ljubav&lt;br /&gt;L - lakomislenost&lt;br /&gt;I -  irreversible,irelevantno&lt;br /&gt;J - Japan (mala zemlja,mali ljudi, a na dan pojedu šaku riže i dosta...:) &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;athaist rap&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;K - kanjon&lt;br /&gt;M - Minja,Manja,Mila,Mina...(potencijalno ime moje ćerke)&lt;br /&gt;N - noć - svetinja&lt;br /&gt;Nj - New York (jednog dana...)&lt;br /&gt;O - omamljenost,opijum&lt;br /&gt;P - pirsing (moj na nosu :))&lt;br /&gt;R - ravnopravnost&lt;br /&gt;T - tolerancija&lt;br /&gt;U - uvek&lt;br /&gt;Z - zauvek&lt;br /&gt;Ž - žena (???)&lt;br /&gt;Š - šejn,šal od svile (vraški dobre pesme)&lt;br /&gt;V - voleti, voleti, voleti...(do smrti voleti i biti voljen)&lt;br /&gt;Y - you (and only you)&lt;br /&gt;W - witch (sometimes :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitaj boga kojim je ovo redosledom i koliko slova ima, al' trudila sam se a trud je najvažniji ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-7337662066619442136?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7337662066619442136/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-8905602078055742333</id><published>2007-03-30T16:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T16:41:51.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moby - "In My Heart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="text"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Okrenuo se naglo, povukao  mi ruku i zagrlio kao da me od nečega štiti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Osetila sam stapanje u jedno,blazenstvo i bez razmišljanja pripila se što sam više mogla, stiskala jako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruke su jedva obvijale njegovo ogromno telo, šake grabile lopatice jako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Usne u visini njegove brade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potreba za poljupcima preovladala je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokušavam da ljubim, otvaram usta nežno, polako, ovlaš kao da šapućem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pokušava da kaze da to nije uredu, pokušava i ne uspeva da odoli osetivši baršunastu mekoću...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiska sve jače i ljubi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nirvana...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat je otkucao svoje, a Moby sa telefona pustio glas za budjenje...                                                                 &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;a name="88501"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-8905602078055742333?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8905602078055742333/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=8905602078055742333' title='3 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/8905602078055742333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/8905602078055742333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/03/moby-in-my-heart.html' title='Moby - &quot;In My Heart&quot;'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-1428607528761233418</id><published>2007-03-27T10:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T11:04:29.159+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mehanika ili zivot, jedno te isto, te jedno te isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dokazi pri dimenzionisanju materijala:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;dokaz napona (koliko se trudi u vezi?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;dokaz deformacije (koliko je fleksibilan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;dokaz sigurnosti veza (koliko se na njega mozesh osloniti?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;dokaz elastichne stabilnosti (koliko ga mozesh iznervirati, a on ce i dalje biti by your side?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;dokaz dinamichke stabilnosti (njegova sposobnost prilagodjavanja situaciji pod velikim pritiskom!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;dokaz sigurnosti protiv preturanja (njegova sposobnost u dokazivanju ljubavi i ochuvanju iste!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;dokaz vremena prigushenja oscilovanja konstrukcije (strpljenje koje poseduje u vezi bilo chega!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;dokaz napona u pogledu jachine pri zamoru materijala (...i posle svega toga ostaje sa tobom i pored tebe, on je taj!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pod dejstvom mehanike i nekih zakona vezanih za prirodu materijala, dodjoh do zakljuchka da se ni mi toliko ne razlikujemo, isti dokazi i kod nas vaze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;after all we are humans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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isto...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-9191557706737431920</id><published>2007-03-03T10:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T10:25:07.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>po ugledu na "nekog" pronadjoh sebe :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" quality="best" bgcolor="#000000" width="340" height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" 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font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=49168-6814&amp;srv=iwebhd3" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-9191557706737431920?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9191557706737431920/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=9191557706737431920' title='2 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/9191557706737431920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/9191557706737431920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/03/po-ugledu-na-nekog-pronadjoh-sebe.html' title='po ugledu na &quot;nekog&quot; pronadjoh sebe :)'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-4593682799081479693</id><published>2007-02-19T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:55:38.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>chvarci,slaninica,kobaje,suvi vratovi....njam...njammm....</title><content type='html'>Bili mama i tata u nashem rodnom selu  &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.vardar.org.yu/kacarevo_eng.htm"&gt;Kacharevu&lt;/a&gt; (sa naglaskom na "ch" a ne na "a") na &lt;a href="http://www.slaninijada.org.yu/index1.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Slaninijadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;:) ja naravno nisam otishla jer sam kod kuce bolovala od bolesne bolesti, mada verovatno nebi otisla ni da sam bila zdrava, mada ko zna...ipak okrivljujem boles' :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.slaninijada.org.yu/skulptura.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.slaninijada.org.yu/skulptura.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tako...Slaninijada je za neupucene,mada ne verujem da takvih ima, festival slanine(shto i sama rech kaze khmm...) i ko nije nikada bio u principu nishta nije propustio. Ja sam obozavala Slaninijadu kada sam bila mala,zivela sam za februar i tih 4 dana u mesecu kada je celo selo u zagoru,sva deca napolju a centar jedno veliko "vasharishte" (sa naglaskom na "ish" kako bi moja baka rekla:))  Dodju tu oni automobilchici na sudaranje:),balerina,chekic i josh shtoshta sve ko luna park i onda sa shkolskog prozora gledash kako se sve sklapa i jedva chekash da dodje vikend i da pochne Slaninijada ehhh... Tada mi je bila obaveza da pojedem bar jednu pljeskavicu,shecernu vunu, da napravim 12983928miliona krugova oko celog dogadjaja i da se vozam na svim mogucim vozalicama koje su trenutno tu, a kuci bi me chekali chvarci,kobaje,slaninica i josh shtoshta lepog i mirisnog... Kako je sve nekako lepshe kad si mali sve je nekako bitnije-vaznije-vece i obavezno:) Nije se Slaninijada mnogo promenila od tada,postala je poznatija pa zbog toga malo komercijalnija, ali i inje to toliko loshe...Ona se samo  promenila u mojim ochima....Sada ne bih stajala na rubu polja autica i satima posmatrala dechaka koji mi se svidja, ne bi se u balerini vozala 1oo puta samo da bi on video da sam pobedila i dobila nagradnu voznju, nebi se skrivala sa drugaricama po coshkovima samo da bi nas 4 podelile 1 cigaretu (ovo zvuchi bolesno znam, ali imam samo jednu rech kao odgovor i ta rech  je:"DECA" :/)  nishta od toga sada ne bih uradila, a sve to mi nedostaje jer tada sam bila srecna i bezbrizna,mala....&lt;br /&gt;Elem...dosli mama i tata juche sa Slaninijade i doneli svom detetu lolipops (shto je takodje jedna od neizbeznih sitnica kao i alva mmm...)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n199/samgoth77/lollipops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 205px;" src="http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n199/samgoth77/lollipops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c272/artz_one/lollipops-sweet-hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 196px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c272/artz_one/lollipops-sweet-hearts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              ...osim lizalica naravno donesoshe i slanine da mama ima shta da strpa u pasulj i kiseli kupus,kobaje,suvoga mesa(mada lichno najvishe volim kada ga moj tata osushi njammmnjaammm...) i naravno chvarke koji su i razlog ovoga posta jer je pisanje istog trajalo 45min i to samo zato jer mi je jedna ruka bila zauzeta jurnjavom istih po tanjiru;)&lt;br /&gt;Eto poenta je valjda da se vremena menjaju, godine prolaze, nisam vishe mala, ne krijem se ali i dalje volim da jedem slaninu i chvarke :) ko zna mozda je to zbog sela u mojoj dushi ili je slanina jednostavno damn good isto kao i chvarci! ko ce ga znati, al' ja iz tanjira pojedo' sve...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardoniram svim vegetarijancima....khmkhm...PARDON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-4593682799081479693?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4593682799081479693/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=4593682799081479693' title='13 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/4593682799081479693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/4593682799081479693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/chvarcislaninicakobajesuvi.html' title='chvarci,slaninica,kobaje,suvi vratovi....njam...njammm....'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-3535870893621157681</id><published>2007-02-19T10:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:44:38.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"pa shta"</title><content type='html'>Kako je bre fuj kad neko kaze "pa shta ako imam devojku...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; KAKO BRE PA SH-TAAA ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Danas - sutra bi mogla ja da budem ta "pa shta" :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-3535870893621157681?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3535870893621157681/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=3535870893621157681' title='4 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/3535870893621157681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/3535870893621157681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/pa-shta.html' title='&quot;pa shta&quot;'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-8637272016630138392</id><published>2007-02-18T09:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T09:58:39.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"This Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;This love is a strange love&lt;br /&gt;A faded kind of day love&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna fall again&lt;br /&gt;And even when you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;It didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;Never has to say love&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know it is love&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't have to say love&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't need to be love&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;br /&gt;This love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-8637272016630138392?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8637272016630138392/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=8637272016630138392' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/8637272016630138392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/8637272016630138392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-love.html' title='&quot;This Love&quot;'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-3687515400554892566</id><published>2007-02-18T08:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T09:37:43.919+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tematika...</title><content type='html'>Evo proshlo je vec par dana,a mene temperatura savladava. Pokushaji da je smanjim su apsolutno bili neuspeshni. Dobila sam dve ponude za preznojavanje,ali mi je jedna bila posebno draga. Komshija se iz neba pa u rebra pojavio i poslao sms,pa josh pocheo i da zadirkuje,a meni osmeh do Amerike :) Kako su chudni ti zmarci, kada se pojave ne mozesh da ih kontrolishesh, ako te izmame ne mozesh da ih zaustavish i  onda ako nisi dovoljno chio i mudar mozesh sam sebi da iskopash rupu(kao ja npr) ili da sam sebe odvedesh do zvezda! Bilo mi lepo taj jedan jucherashnji dan malo sam se nadala,malo sam se igrala,malo sam bila srecna,nisam se preznojila i temperatura nije opala ali je vredelo. U principu sve na istom i sve je po starom, opet cemo jedno drugog juriti za kafu, opet cemo jedno drugom govoriti "uskoro..." i tako u nedogled i mozda josh malo vishe, ali...neka lepo je dok se cheka! Znam ja tajnu formulu, sve ja znam, samo shto nikad' nemam strpljenja,uvek sve zbrzam,smutim mnogo sam bre zeljna! A sve shto je brzo to je kuso-i to znam, sve ja znam i josh uvek sam zeljna ;) Kad' sam bila mladja mnogo sam vishe strpljenja imala, ne znam shto sam sada tako nestrpljiva, valjda kad sam bila mladja nisam znala shta me cheka pa nisam ka tome jurila, a sad' znam...ma jes vraga, kad' sam bila mladja nisam znaa shta me cheka, ali sam jurila da otkrijem!!! to mi izgleda realnije kada sam ja u pitanju :/&lt;br /&gt;E pa stvarno nema pravog odgovora, valjda ce mi, shto bi rekao moj tata, iz dupeta doci u glavu (apsolutno perverzno i neumesno reci kcerki, ali on toga nije svestan) pa cu biti pribranija kada bude doshao taj pravi,ili cu se mozda umoriti od srljanja i sve ce teci nekim mirnijim tokom a ja cu plivati njegovom rekom...heheeee...poetika...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-3687515400554892566?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3687515400554892566/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=3687515400554892566' title='4 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/3687515400554892566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/3687515400554892566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/tematika.html' title='tematika...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-5118459215191125425</id><published>2007-02-14T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:27:40.111+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ehhhh....obozavam gumene bombone, a ova slika nekako govori sve....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N00xKDoKp8U/RdNUM--w63I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JhgbsmFWeXk/s1600-h/haribo_kiss_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N00xKDoKp8U/RdNUM--w63I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JhgbsmFWeXk/s320/haribo_kiss_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031457790744390514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-5118459215191125425?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5118459215191125425/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=5118459215191125425' title='1 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/5118459215191125425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/5118459215191125425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/ehhhhobozavam-gumene-bombone-ova-slika.html' title='ehhhh....obozavam gumene bombone, a ova slika nekako govori sve....'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N00xKDoKp8U/RdNUM--w63I/AAAAAAAAAAM/JhgbsmFWeXk/s72-c/haribo_kiss_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-6719118755376518880</id><published>2007-02-14T09:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T12:23:53.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day...</title><content type='html'>Danashnji dan sam navikla da provodim uplakana,bilo da sam sa nekim ili sama sve jedno...(E pa bash sam ja neka plachipichka,dobro meni moja Maga kaze) , nego ni danas nije nishta drugachije. Chim sam oke otvorila mama me je rasplakala u pokushaju ubedjivanja da treba da se zaljubim u svog druga iz osnovne koji je zaljubljen u mene i sve to u cilju dobijanja unuchica, skroz sam se bila smorila to mi je najbolnija tachka sticajem okolnosti. Tog istog sam druga jutros bacila u bedak sms-om jer sam prekrshila dogovor za vecherashnje klizanje u "Pionir"-u za parove. Jeste brezobrazna sam ali, shta cu kad' ne mogu...on mi je zaista prijatelj, a obzirom da je pomenuo obavezan poljubac na ulaznim vratima ledene sale kao dokaz da smo par, znala sam shta se od mene ochekuje. Htela sam ja i da stisnem zube,odem i izmislim neku foru na vratima ili pak u kolima na putu do tamo,ali mi je gripa malko potpomogla, ako moze tako da se kaze, sinoc mi skocila temperatura na 38,2 ,kijam, kashljem, nos curi ko otvorena slavina uzas, pa nije bash red da prenesem bakcile na drugara! Isto tako ispalih i drugaricu (chitaj buducu snajku-nekako mrzim tu rech "snajka" ufff...), jer danas je moja lichnost trebalo da se pojavi na njenom cenjenom 24. rodjendanu, ali cvrc gripa opet staje na put, chak sam i poklonche kup'la al' jbga...&lt;br /&gt;Eto danas ostajem kod kuce sama, nikoga zivog videti necu sem osoblja zdravstenog centra "Juzni Banat" i pokoje bolesne dushe u njemu. Mama je napravila tortu,kaze to je za mene i tatu zajedno,ali ustvari samo hoce da se ne osecam izostavljeno, nema veze pomaze i to:)&lt;br /&gt;Nije meni neshto preterano krivo shto sam kod kuce,niti shto sam trenutno sama,krivo mi je shto znam da to nece potrajati samo danas, al' shta sad that's life i ja cu pratiti njegove puteve pa kud me odvede odveo me je...;)&lt;br /&gt;Chekam sada 10:30h da se doktorima zavrshi pauza pa da mi uspostave dijagnozu,ne ginu mi inekcije kao i inache...samo nemaju oni te inekcije koje ce mene da izleche hehee...&lt;br /&gt;Mama je otishla u prodavnicu po jutarnje namirnice, znam tachno shta sad' sledi, vratice se za 10tak minuta sa Cherry bombonjerom u obliku srca chisto da mi upotpuni dan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svima vama zaljubljenima zelim &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Valentine's day&lt;/span&gt;, puno grljenja,mazenja i pazenja danas i zauvek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vama koji niste zaljubljeni ma.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZALJUBITE SE BRrrEeeeee....!!!&lt;/span&gt; I neka je i vama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy, happy joy today... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-6719118755376518880?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6719118755376518880/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=6719118755376518880' title='2 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/6719118755376518880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/6719118755376518880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s day...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-4713005605197248977</id><published>2007-02-10T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T01:11:09.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Napisano pre par meseci, objavljeno prekasno....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/miscellaneous_102.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/miscellaneous_102.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;""Patetika na nivou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nekako sve izgleda tako lako I casual kao da bih mogla da se vratim na stari nachin funkcionisanja po principu:"samo opushteno",‌ mada mislim da vishe neznam shta to znachi!? Bilo je lakshe kada sam ja bila ta koja je njega ostavila, tada sam imala 19 god. I sve je josh izgledalo lako, puno ljudi oko mene, posao zamajavanje I zaokupljenost preko celog dana I noci I gomila slatkih lica chije su okice uprte u mene, nije bilo vremena za razmishljanje a uvek je bio tu kada mi je zatrebao kao Shto sam i ja bila tu za njega. Nije mi chak ni mnogo zao shot sam tako postupila jer da nisam verovatno mi se gomila stvari, koja me je nachinila ovakvom kakva sam, nebi ni desila. Mozda neke dogadjaje nije ni trebalo da osetim na svojoj kozi, a mozda je I trebalo jer kazu da ono shot te ne ubije to te ojacha paaa...mozda me je I ojachalo samo ja to ne primecujem. U svakom sluchaju sada je znatno drugachije. Za 3 god. koliko smo bili razdvojeni ni on ni ja nismo bili cvecke, radili smo svashta, bili svuda I bili sa drugim ljudima a ponajvishe  zajedno, ali ne javno I to je bilo ok dok se oboje nismo dovoljno izludeli I reshili da opet budemo par I to OZBILJNO! Onda po prvi put u zivotu ja pochinjem da razmishljam o nekoj stabilnoj buducnosti sa njim I o porodici, po prvi put sam opushtena totalno, po prvi put me nije interesovalo nishta u shta on nije ukljuchen, po prvi put sam bila predata 1oo% , po prvi put sam pochela da se pribojavam od nekog kraja I po prvi put postah patetichna, sebichna I posesivna a to je ono shot nikada nisam zelela. U principu sa njim sam bila dosta onog shot nisam zelela, ali bila sam to pomalo I van njega pa sam smatrala da je sve ok I preko svega prelazila, na sve se navikla I sa dosta stvari se pomirila zarad njega, a sada treba da se vratim na isti polozaj kao shto je prvi put bilo posle njega I sve to mi izgleda nerealno I teshko. Kaze: "to shot sam te ostavio ne znachi da te ne volim" I "ovako je bolje redje se vidjamo-manje se svadjamo a I dlje se volimo" ‌ kakvo je to razmishljanje uopshte !?? To je moglo tako dok nije bilo ozbiljno ali sada mislim da bih poludela kada bih ga videla u drushtvu neke druge devojke. Lepo je rekao kada je raskinuo da nece da bude samnom I da je to chvrsto odluchio I ja sam se sa tim pomirila, a onda posle 2 dana zove da pita kako sam, a posle 4 da dodjem do njega da cooliramo! Pa majku mu nismo vishe deca, toga vishe nema-tolerancije vishe nema!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ne razumem, nisam pametna, neznam shta mi je chiniti!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Dok se uspavljujem razmishljam kako cu sutra pametno da mu kazem: "ako me ne zelish nemoj vishe da me zovesh", ali kada se ujutru probudim shvatim da nisam dovoljno jaka za te bitke I onda...onda sve ispochetka....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Zaostavshtina od pre neko tuzno veche:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Odavno nisam izgubila nekog koga volim jako,a sada kada sam ponovo u toj igri osecam se kao da mi ceo svet puca pred ochima I da ne postoji bolje sutra! Ovog puta izgubih neshto vredno vrednije od svega shot imah I nemogu da se pomirim sa tim. Prijatelji misle da sam jaka jer tako pred njima izgledam, ali sada kada sam ostala sama sa sobom ne mogu da se sastavim I saberem svoje misli a kamoli da ih usmerim u nekom drugom boljem pravcu. Ne pomaze mi ni to shot mi je kompjuter pun nashih zajednichkih slika pa gde god da se osvrnem I shta god da radim tu je on I nezasito me proganja iz sekunde u sekundu... ""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-4713005605197248977?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4713005605197248977/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=4713005605197248977' title='13 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/4713005605197248977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/4713005605197248977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/napisano-pre-par-meseci-objavljeno.html' title='Napisano pre par meseci, objavljeno prekasno....'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-5473255284153927279</id><published>2007-02-10T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:32:38.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment koji je prerastao u post...</title><content type='html'>Pitala se da li da odgovorim ovde ili na tvom blogu, al' eto ishoda pa valjda cesh odgovore naci!?&lt;br /&gt;ajd poredu...&lt;br /&gt;Rskinuli smo pre 10meseci, razlog je bio neizivljenost u 24.god. zivota(barem on tako kaze) Ja sm njega ostavila pre 5god. tachnije posle 3god zabavljanja! Zashto? Zato shto sam ja bila neizivljena, ali u 19.god. zivota! onda smo 2-3god. bili "drugari"(chitaj vidjali se skoro 5 puta nedeljno spavali jedno kod drugog i sve shto uz to ide)ali i vidjali se sa drugim ljudima, pa je onda on postavio uslov: "ili cesh biti samo moja do kraja zivota ili se necemo videti vishe nikada! razmisli dobro pa mi javi!!!"  Ja razmislila doooobrooo!!! i rekla "tvoja!" Mislila to je to kao shto smo i govorili da jeste kad ono trt! posle  godinu dana on ce ti meni: "ja bih josh malo da se izivim sa klinkama pa...., ali da ti budesh tu, ja ne mogu da zivim bez tebe! Nemoj da budesh tuzna sudbina je chudna mozda cemo mi opet zavrshiti zajedno ko zna...!" (chitaj hocu da bude kao shto je bilo one 3 god. dok "nismo bili zajedno") Tako da je odgovor na poslednje... Ne! Necu da ga zovem jer on je moja slaba tachka, trebalo mi je 6meseci odupiranja samoj sebi samo da ga ne pozovem i ne odlazim na mesta na kojima bih mogla da ga sretnem, a da ne pominjem da su nam fakulteti u istoj ulici i putujemo istim prevozom. Necu da ga vidjam barem ne tako kako on hoce jer ja vishe nisam ta mala koja je mogla da zivi sa svakavim saznajima,necu jer ne zelim da ga delim ni sa jednom od njegovih pica,niti je bilo koja od njih to zasluzila. Ja sam jednostavno vec jednom reshila da sam njegova i to je to,a sada ce mi trebati doooostaaa vremena da pozelim da sam nechija druga...&lt;br /&gt;Eto sada ti je verovatno zao shto si ishta i pitao heh....sorry...malko bolna tachka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-5473255284153927279?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5473255284153927279/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=5473255284153927279' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/5473255284153927279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/5473255284153927279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/comment-koji-je-prerastao-u-post.html' title='Comment koji je prerastao u post...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-7743233778476056354</id><published>2007-02-08T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:25:36.477+01:00</updated><title type='text'>not a post...</title><content type='html'>Tako bih volela da neshto zapravo i napishem, ali sam u totalno ne inspirativnom stanju, sve shto osecam, shto znam su secanja...&lt;br /&gt;Mozda ja i nisam toliko jaka koliko mislim da jesam, mozda zapravo i ne mogu da funkcionishem bez svoje srodne polovine!?  Mozda su  prijatelji upravu, ne treba toliko da biram, ne trebe da se ponasham kao da sam neshto posebno, kap vode koja se chuva za nekog ko ce biti zedan a nece je popiti!? Uporno govorim sebi da ne treba da se osecam kao da mi vreme odlazi-promiche i da cu ostati sama, ali ne mogu, prosto ne mogu da ubedim sebe da to nije sluchaj.&lt;br /&gt;Volim promene, a opet bih se bezuslovno vratila na staro. zashto? Zashto kad' to staro da je valjalo trajalo bi i dalje, ne bi bilo staro nego bi bilo trajno. Verovala sam u to, mozda se nisam dovoljno trudila, mozda nisam zasluzila, mozda nisam dovoljno dobra...ili je ipak takva sudbina pa je sve to ispravno i onako kako treba da bude!? Ali...zashto se onda ja ne osecam tako ??? Zashto me svaki put kada se setim, kada vidim, kada chujem, nekako zaboli-seche kao zilet ? Zashto osecam nesposobnost za dalje, za napred, za drugo, za novo, za bilo shta...?&lt;br /&gt;Opet patetika...mozda je to bio cilj..."ona je mene jednom ostavila i ja sam patio, sada neka ona oseti isto..." mozda je to to, mozda ce ga proci?&lt;br /&gt;Ipak sam pogreshila... Ako si se i ti ovako osecao Izvini, izvini neizmerno izvini...., ali ipak...ja sam se tebi vratila.... I ti se meni vrati !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-7743233778476056354?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7743233778476056354/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=7743233778476056354' title='1 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/7743233778476056354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/7743233778476056354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/not-post.html' title='not a post...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-7385156712574285728</id><published>2007-02-05T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T14:01:45.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings...</title><content type='html'>O can i die just some other day, just some day which i chose of my own ?&lt;br /&gt;O can i die some other day, the day i can't survive, just other day which is not worth surviving ?&lt;br /&gt;O can i die some other day, the day which is not so hard, the day i chose not to be alive ?&lt;br /&gt;O can i die some other day, the day when u love me most, the day when u don't want me to go ?&lt;br /&gt;O can i die some other day  when i lay down and hold up to your hand ?&lt;br /&gt;O can i die just that day when u need me for good ?&lt;br /&gt;O can i die some other day when i don't love u at all ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;" class="t2"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Feelings, nothing more than feelings,&lt;br /&gt;trying to forget my feelings of love.&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops rolling down on my face,&lt;br /&gt;trying to forget my feelings of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it.&lt;br /&gt;     I wish I've never met you, girl; you'll never come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Feelings, wo-o-o feelings,&lt;br /&gt;     wo-o-o, feel you again in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you&lt;br /&gt;and feelings like I've never have you again in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Feelings, for all my life I'll feel it.&lt;br /&gt;     I wish I've never met you, girl; you'll never come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings, feelings like I've never lost you&lt;br /&gt;and feelings like I've never have you again in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Feelings, wo-o-o feelings,&lt;br /&gt;     wo-o-o, feelings again in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;     Feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-7385156712574285728?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7385156712574285728/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=7385156712574285728' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/7385156712574285728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/7385156712574285728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/feelings.html' title='feelings...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-8299158599588140997</id><published>2007-02-04T22:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:54:38.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JAVNO IZVINJENJE :)</title><content type='html'>E pa valjda to samo meni moze da se desi!? Izvinjavam se svima onima koji su postovali komentare na mom blogu tj. svima onima koji su primetili da se komentari nisu pojavljivali na njemu! Zivela sam u neznanju i zabludi mislivshi da za moj blog niko chak ni pet para ne daje jer me toliko dugo na blogu nije bilo, a ustvari se moj sopstveni blog malko neslano poigrao samnom i mojim osecanjima hmmm....  Stoga svima vama jedno BIIIGGG.... SORRY i hvala na vam podrshci :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-8299158599588140997?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8299158599588140997/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=8299158599588140997' title='1 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/8299158599588140997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/8299158599588140997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/javno-izvinjenje_04.html' title='JAVNO IZVINJENJE :)'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-3910017673379411295</id><published>2007-02-04T22:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:53:13.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lie to me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666655;"&gt; Come on and lay with me&lt;br /&gt;Come on and lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Say I'm the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences have a lasting impression&lt;br /&gt;But words once spoken&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean a lot now&lt;br /&gt;Belief is the way&lt;br /&gt;The way of the innocent&lt;br /&gt;And when I say innocent&lt;br /&gt;I should say naive&lt;br /&gt;So lie to me&lt;br /&gt;But do it with sincerity&lt;br /&gt;Make me listen&lt;br /&gt;Just for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Make me think&lt;br /&gt;There's some truth in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises made for convenience&lt;br /&gt;Aren't necessarily&lt;br /&gt;What we need&lt;br /&gt;Truth is a word&lt;br /&gt;That's lost its meaning&lt;br /&gt;The truth has become&lt;br /&gt;Merely half-truth&lt;br /&gt;So lie to me&lt;br /&gt;Like they do it in the factory&lt;br /&gt;Make me think&lt;br /&gt;That at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Some great reward&lt;br /&gt;Will be coming my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-3910017673379411295?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3910017673379411295/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=3910017673379411295' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/3910017673379411295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/3910017673379411295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/02/javno-izvinjenje.html' title='lie to me....'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-3886851288956121859</id><published>2007-01-27T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T12:59:32.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'>all as new as u can see</title><content type='html'>I eto, I'm back again, ali ovog puta nadam se za stalno:)&lt;br /&gt;Vratila...,ali totalno nevino i suptilno kao shto je i layout stranice nevin i suptilan ;)&lt;br /&gt;Novo...novi izgled,novi wireless,nova ja...&lt;br /&gt;Nova ja...bez kukanja (nadam se),  bez  nepisanja!&lt;br /&gt;Nova tetovaza :)&lt;br /&gt;Nova vozachka dozvola ;) u prevodu: "pazite se na ulicama grada Pancheva!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Novi ispitni rok koji traje  i sprechava u svemu hehe...&lt;br /&gt;i josh mozda svega novog, ali malo po malo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-3886851288956121859?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3886851288956121859/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=3886851288956121859' title='1 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/3886851288956121859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/3886851288956121859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2007/01/all-as-new-as-u-can-see.html' title='all as new as u can see'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-115780556484063281</id><published>2006-09-09T14:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:21:35.343+02:00</updated><title type='text'>and so it is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6.septembar’o6. 13:18h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje mi tvoj zagrljaj,osecaj topline i sigurnosti.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje mi drzanje za ruku,igranje sa tvojim prstima,zvuk muzike u tvojoj sobi. Nedostaje mi tvoj pgled kroz mrak prozirnim plavim ochima,osvetljenje koje samo akvarijum stvara.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje mi gledanje zvezda kroz tvoje krovne prozore i svaka ne naspavana noc na tvom neudobnom krevetu.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje mi nedeljni ruchak i shunjanje iz sobe do kupatila u donjem veshu.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje odlazak do prodavnice po gumene bombone i zimske shetnje po netaknutom snegu.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje mi voznja tvojim kolima i naslanjanje na tvoje rame dok vozish me.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje miodlazak u kupovinu i razgledanje izloga,planiranje budu?nosti.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje lezanje i gledanje filmova.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje odlazak kod Kize i sporazumevanje pogledima.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje da setish me se,kad’ pomislim da nazovesh me.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostaje da sa posla ili faxa pishesh mi.&lt;br /&gt;7 godina nedostaju mi.&lt;br /&gt;Nedostajesh mi ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;...And so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;And so it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The colder water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;My mind...my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;'Til I find somebody new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-115780556484063281?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115780556484063281/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=115780556484063281' title='2 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/115780556484063281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/115780556484063281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-so-it-is.html' title='and so it is...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-115005500151462493</id><published>2006-06-11T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:06:24.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>sad...</title><content type='html'>Kako je loshe kada ti drugi kreiraju sudbinu. Zashto se tako osecam, kao da sam nechija marioneta,kao da je svakom dozvoljeno da se igra mojim zivotom , mojim vremenom, mojim prostorom, mojim osecanjima!? Kako objasniti ljudima da si ziv, da postojish, da dishesh I da ti ponekad ugrozavaju zivotni prostor, da ti pune vazduh ugljendiksidom I da ne mozesh da dishesh. kako? Mrzim kada upravljaju mojim zivotom kada mi govore kako mora I kako ce biti,a ja sam vec isplanirala suprotno. Kako su ljudi bad and sad osobe, kako je jadno shto morash da udovoljavash I onima koji te ne poshtuju koji za tebe ne mare kojima ne znachish ama bash nishta , a opet potrazuju tvoju paznju I crpe tvoju energiju. Za takve ljude neki bi rekli da su dobre osobe-prave lichnosti,a ja jednostavno ne mogu da ih smislim! Ne mogu da smislim onog shto u sred rechenice moze da se okrene i ode bez ikakvog objashnjenja,a josh je I ubedjen u to da nikakvo objashnjenje nije ni potrebno. Ne mogu da podnesem one koji potrazuju stvari koje ni sami ne pruzaju, stavljaju sebe na vishi nivo I poziciju I gledaju svet ispod oka umanjeno. Ne mogu da podnesem ljude koji od sebe prave jadnike I hrana im je da ih drugi sazaljevaju. Ne mogu da podnesem ljude koji prelaze preko vaznih chinjenica u zivotu kao da se nikada nisu ni dogodile,mrzim ih zato shto nikada nece spoznati sushtinu svog zivota I svrhu postojanja, mrzim sebe jer sam takva. Mrzim sve ljude koji mrze sami sebe jer ih niko nece voleti za uzvrat vishe od njih samih. Ne mogu da podnesem sve one koji  ne prepoznaju sebe u ovim redovima,a zaista su takvi. Od svih I svakog na celom svetu najvishe ne mogu da podnesem one koji neznaju da kazu “izvini” I kojima “izvini” nikada nishta ne znachi.&lt;br /&gt;Ja ustvari nisam osoba koja mrzi ljude, ja mrzim postupke koji kvare ljude, a verujem da su mene dosta iskvarili. Mislim da necu ni biti sposobna za neki normalan zivot ikada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-115005500151462493?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/115005500151462493/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=115005500151462493' title='4 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/115005500151462493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/115005500151462493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/sad.html' title='sad...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114952986012058576</id><published>2006-06-05T19:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T08:33:51.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>josh uvek brucosh!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/IMG_0291.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/IMG_0291.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe evo meni mog prvog polozenog ispita :)&lt;br /&gt;Upozoravale me drugarice matori studenti  josh pre  nego sam upisala fax  da za skidanje  statusa brucosh postoje tri prvaila  ili ti uslova  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;da polozim jedan ispit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;da padnem jedan ispit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;da se piiiii....p sa kolegom ili koleginicom ko kako vishe preferira :)&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...pa da vidimo ova dva sam vec ispunila dodushe malo drugachijim redosledom, ali  jedan sam pala  i jedan  polozila  sada josh samo ostaje da  nadjem kolegu i odradim i treci uslov :)&lt;br /&gt;Heh...jadna ja imam do kraja godine dva uslova da ispunim jedan za upis u drugu godinu i jedan za skidanje djane (mislim brucoshke ;) )  kad kazem do kraja godine podrazumevam do oktobra jer ne bih bash volela da u drugu godinu udjem kao brucosh, mislim da se to ne deshava bash!  :)&lt;br /&gt;pa eto u sluchaju da se ovde nadje neki kolega sa saobracajnog fakulteta, konkurs je otvoren hehe... shala naravno mada....&lt;br /&gt;i tako smejali se meni danas na faxu zbog uslova nekog a koji je upitanju procenite sami :)&lt;br /&gt;ma napredni bre ovi danashnji klinci '86.-7. skoro sve uslove ispunjavaju a pogotovo ovaj treci poredu ! i juuuu.... da ne poverujesh :)&lt;br /&gt;Evo i moje prve ocene, jes da je shestica, al' je nebi ni trunku vishe volela da je desetka, drugim rechima ponosim se njome :) a vi znate shta vam je chiniti sa prvom ocenom u indexu :) pa kad se vratim da vidim neki kesh ovde !!! heeee....heeee.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114952986012058576?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114952986012058576/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114952986012058576' title='2 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114952986012058576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114952986012058576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/josh-uvek-brucosh.html' title='josh uvek brucosh!?'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114942990271009915</id><published>2006-06-04T15:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:05:02.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>"po jutru se dan poznaje"</title><content type='html'>Celi jucherashnji dan proveden je u kuhinji, shto i nije tako loshe, ali kada imash brdo fizike i matematike nad glavom onda je taj dan kanda propao. Onda se ujutru probudish i mama ti kaze da je sav tvoj rad ustvari minuli rad iz neznam kojih razloga:( pa to je da poludish! "Torta je super, ali neshto sam razmishljala da ostane nama, a da napravish josh jednu istu koja ce ici komshinici!?" pa majku mu zar josh jedno pravljenje torte koja mi se btw uopshte ne svidja a teshka je ko sam djavo!? I kakav dan treba da ochekujem pored toga i kishe koja neprestano lije i izaziva osecaj utopljavanja, mirne muzike i vracanja u "gnezdo"...&lt;br /&gt;Volim da je prvi miris koji nanjushim kada otvorim oke-chistina koze i kupka kojom sam se sinoc istushirala,prva slika koju vidim-suncem obasjana unutrashnjost moje sobe,prvi zvuk koji chujem-cvrkutanje ptica,prva osoba koju vidim-odraz u ogledalu, i da sve to traje u toku celog dana dok sama ne pozelim drugachije...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114942990271009915?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114942990271009915/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114942990271009915' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' 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0);"&gt;Hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I saw you last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just watching you dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I could't stop thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How you move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How you groove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;How you shake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I was hoping I see you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I'm wondering, hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;That I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And to have only one dance with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And maybe to dance the whole night through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just to look into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And feel the warmth, the love, the passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Feel the vibration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The music and the rythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114925978167155886?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114925978167155886/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114925978167155886' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114925978167155886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114925978167155886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/06/hoping.html' title='Hoping...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114898942911777180</id><published>2006-05-30T13:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:05:05.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>obozavam ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; zvuk mehurica i do,re,mi...na telefonu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; da lezim na podu sa rashirenim rukama i nogama (kao da pravim andjela u snegu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; pesme "air-all i need"&amp;"olive-miricle" chim oke otvorim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; punjive baterije&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; maske na mom zidu i indian shopu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; sliku na kojoj mashem rukama-potok,Majdan o1.o5.2oo1. Kuchevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7) &lt;/span&gt;debele kutije za diskove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8) &lt;/span&gt;moje zvuchnike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9) &lt;/span&gt;crvene lakovane martinke (chak i u sadashnjem raspadnutom stanju :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10) &lt;/span&gt;moj digitalni foto aparat :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11) &lt;/span&gt;da skidam celofan sa kutije cigareta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12)&lt;/span&gt; gedanje fimova "ameliie pulen","moulin rouge" over&amp;over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13)&lt;/span&gt; koncert Massiv attack-a EXIT'o4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dasku sa shkoljkama i kamenchicima na mojoj WC shoji :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114898942911777180?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114898942911777180/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114898942911777180' title='1 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114898942911777180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114898942911777180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/obozavam.html' title='obozavam ...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114892616882773335</id><published>2006-05-29T20:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:43:54.750+02:00</updated><title type='text'>nevolem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; kada chujem ono shto nesmem da kazem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; kada me laze onaj kome najvishe verujem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; "pesmu"-"mahinalno" (bez obzira shto je nikada nisam chula celu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; bilborde na kojima je reklama za neznam koju banku sa rastegljenim facama :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; da zovem prijatelje samo kada mi zatrebaju za neshto konkretno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; da obecavam da cu nekog nazvati,a znam da se necu setiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; kada neko mljacka dok jede u mom prisustvu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; kada me nepoznata lica pitaju bilo shta dok nosim slushalice u ushima!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt; foliju na dipleju mog foto aparata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; zvuk beovoza u mojoj sobi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11)&lt;/span&gt; da budem sama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114892616882773335?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114892616882773335/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114892616882773335' title='7 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114892616882773335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114892616882773335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/nevolem.html' title='nevolem...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114881740907870388</id><published>2006-05-28T12:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T15:35:35.393+02:00</updated><title type='text'>been there, done that...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/3885a79b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/3885a79b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shta reci...Maga i ja na veshtachkoj steni-sportski festival na Adi njaah...njaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trebalo je negde oko 2 sata da se odluchimo na ovakav podvig, a kada napokon to i uradismo uvideh da je piece of cake :)  Tresle mi se malko ruke od napora (ko kad' nosim malo dete duze od pola sata pa kad' ga spustim ne mogu ni kashiku da podignem, otprilike tako :)), ali vredelo je svaki drhtaj i ishla bih over and over again. E da sam lepo zavrshila kurs speleologije onomad kada me je Sneki (koja je sada btw jedan od predstavnika kluba extremnih sportova&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tifran.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tifran"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) mushtrala da idem sa njom na chasove, sada mi pentranje po ovoj steni nebi predstavljalo problem, ali ima vremena i za to Sneki je uvek tu pa chak i juche na Adi i u svim sportskim disciplinama, uvek spremna da nekog' povuche sa sobom i uchini da se oseca zivim !!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;thanx for that kleginice :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U svakom sluchaju jucherashnji dan beshe jedan od kvalitetno provedenih dana ostavio je i oziljak na mojoj ruci (mala ranica koju zaradih pentranjem, a nisam ni bila svesna toga dok nije pochela da peche :)) i sada mogu da se pohvalim da imam sportsku povredu haahaa...&lt;br /&gt;Shta da vam kazem dani sporta traju josh danas pa ko voli  da se climb-inguje :) nek izvoli, vredi svake pare i rane na ruci heh... mozda odem i danas na paintball who know !? :)&lt;br /&gt;njaaah...i'm alive !!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/IMG_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/IMG_0241.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O yes...been there, done that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114881740907870388?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114881740907870388/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114881740907870388' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114881740907870388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114881740907870388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-there-done-that.html' title='been there, done that...:)'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114865485687838376</id><published>2006-05-26T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:00:12.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>haaaa....evo ga obecani "alavac"  br. slike nepoznat :))))</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/32e05bd6.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114865485687838376?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114865485687838376/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114865485687838376' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114865485687838376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114865485687838376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/haaaaevo-ga-obecani-alavac-br-slike.html' title='haaaa....evo ga obecani &quot;alavac&quot;  br. slike nepoznat :))))'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114824728301780037</id><published>2006-05-21T23:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:23:33.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Juniori,seniori,veterani - Trijatlonci, Ironman-i, Bogovi</title><content type='html'>PS. napisano u nedelju, ali zbog ogromnih problema sa uploadovanjem postovano tek danas :( soo...enjoy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a god day :)&lt;br /&gt;Saznah danas da je kolokvijum odlozen za petak pa brze bolje pobegoh uzivanju i gledanju nashih TkT-ovaca,trijatlonaca :) Bogami beshe to lep dan pobegla sam od knjige i posvetila se fotografisanju malih i velikih Bogova :) Osecam se kao da sam i sama trku odradila od silne jurnjave za takmicharima u uspeshnom i ne uspeshnom photo session-u sa njima, a bila sam i vrlo grlati navijach i bodrila sam svoje drugare :) pa evo malko slasti i chudjenja hmmmm.... Kao shto se da primetiti tu su svi i mladi i stari, 3.,5.,10. i ko zna koje mesto su baka sa jednom kracom nogom i deka sa reumom i pletenim rukavom na levoj ruci :)  ali su izdrzali, nisu odustali  i ja im se iskreno divim :) ta snaga me natera da se zapitam koliko ustvari godina imam i chemu mladost kada neznam da je iskoristim ni blizu nachinu na koj ovi veterani &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/IMG_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/IMG_0177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;koriste svoju starost ! Tu su Kocha (Ivan Kovachevic 10.) sl.1, Coglavi  (Vladimir Savic  3.)  sl.4, Vuk  5. sl.2, Alavac (naslonjen na bike)  (chija slika nije 'tela da bude uploadovana iz ne poznatih razloga, ali probacemo again :))koji je manekenisao i nije se takmichio, ali je pruzao veliku moralnu podrshku sa sve propratnim efektima tapshanjem i urlanjem :)  itd.... ondak neki mladi TkTovci na bajkovima sl.3 i baka i deka slike 5 i 6 :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/IMG_0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/IMG_0173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/IMG_0131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/IMG_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/IMG_0178.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/IMG_0106.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/IMG_0120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/IMG_0120.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114824728301780037?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114824728301780037/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114824728301780037' title='11 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114824728301780037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114824728301780037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/juniorisenioriveterani-trijatlonci_21.html' title='Juniori,seniori,veterani - Trijatlonci, Ironman-i, Bogovi'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114769660944539807</id><published>2006-05-15T14:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T14:36:49.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>kada se probudim onda...</title><content type='html'>12:33h  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danas je jutro kao da je nedeljno ïپٹ kao da si skucen sa osobom koju volish sa sve ukucanskim delom-porodicom I svim propratnim delovima , pa ustanesh protegnesh se, popijesh kafu, sednesh u auto I pravac nabavka namernica I raznoraznih stvari sa sve ne izbeznom shetnjom po gradu pijuckanje soka u kaficu I klopanje sladoleda dok shetate po keju I parkuâ€¦Da to je upravo jedno od tih jutara kada si srecan chim otvorish oke I odjednom ti nishta nije teshko I sve je kako treba da bude I to samo u jednom okretu na drugu stranu kreveta I istezanju leve ruke do prvog jutarnjeg zagrljaja I osmeha, sve, sve je bash onako kako treba da budeâ€¦&lt;br /&gt;I onda reci da je chovek lud shot tezi ka savrshenstvu, reci da je lud ako smesh, kada tom choveku savrshenstvo su tako male sitne stvari koje zivot zanache, a ni chovek sa tako majushnim zeljama ne moze da bude srecan. Zashto !?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114769660944539807?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114769660944539807/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114769660944539807' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114769660944539807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114769660944539807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/kada-se-probudim-onda.html' title='kada se probudim onda...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114707765383059770</id><published>2006-05-08T10:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T12:34:42.306+02:00</updated><title type='text'>King of sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I'm crying everyone's tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And there inside our private war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I died the night before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;And all of these remnants of joy and disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;What am I suppose to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I want to cook you a soup that warms your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;But nothing would change, nothing would change at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It's just a day that brings it all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Just another day and nothing's any good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The DJ's playing the same song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I have so much to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I have to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I wonder if this grief will ever let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I feel like I am the king of sorrow, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The king of sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I suppose I could just walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Will I disappoint my future if I stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It's just a day that brings it all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Just another day and nothing's any good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The DJ's playing the same song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I have so much to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I have to carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I wonder will this grief ever be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Will it ever go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I'm the king of sorrow, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The king of sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I'm crying everyone's tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I have already paid for all my future sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;There's nothing anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Can say to take this away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It's just another day and nothing's any good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I'm the king of sorrow, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;King of sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I'm the king of sorrow, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;King of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Celu mi noc u glavi ova pesma , ne znam da li sam sanjala, ili zaista pevala, ali sam se probudila umorna!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Opet je to bila jedna od onih ne tako dobro prespavanih noci :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Preksinoc bejah na private perty-u i moram priznati da je bilo iznenadjujuce dobro, gomila old school mjuze i pravo uzivanje i opushtanje uz happy ljude koji su zeljni da svoju radost prenesu na druge :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Drago je kada znash da je za tebe neko uvek  tu i u dobru i u zlu&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;God bless friends :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114707765383059770?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114707765383059770/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114707765383059770' title='3 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114707765383059770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114707765383059770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/king-of-sorrow.html' title='King of sorrow'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114693473477291244</id><published>2006-05-06T18:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:49:07.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>mistakemistake</title><content type='html'>moveon...&lt;br /&gt;E tako...kad' vec ne mogu da sredim(chitaj oshisham) kosu jer bi bila josh ruznija, a to definitivno nebi pomoglo, onda sam izvrnula sobu na glavachke :) otprilike krevet je tamo gde je bio akvarijum, akvarijum gde je bio TV, TV gde je bio radni sto sa kompom, a sto gde je bio krevet  :)  izvrtela sam je nachisto i lepo mi je :) Za ovo zadovoljstvo mi je trebalo dobrih 4sata, ali priznajem vredelo je osecam se super haaa... I tako beshe to jedan od uspelih pokushaja udovoljavanja samoj sebi kada nema nikog da mi udovolji :) a sada 'vako chista mirisna i orna idem pod tush i detaljno sredjivanje pa se prepushtam udovoljavanju svojih prijatelja prrr....pijanka i opushtanje njaaah...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114693473477291244?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114693473477291244/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114693473477291244' title='1 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114693473477291244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114693473477291244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/mistakemistake.html' title='mistakemistake'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114676368882106762</id><published>2006-05-04T19:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:28:08.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bljak fuj</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/dancingbaby.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/dancingbaby.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/1600/Drama.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3009/1795/320/Drama.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nekako kad' ti krene-krene, a kad' ne ide onda ne ide! Bash razmishljam kako mi je raspolozenje ovih dana promenljivo i naopako, u jednom trenutku sam ok a udrugom sasvim suprotno-tmurna i nepodnoshljiva, a da ne pricham o tome kako skachem sa teme na temu i juuuu...:( Inache volim promene, ali me ovakve promene u zivotu ubishe, mnogo su mi bre naporne za mozak, mislim imam ja gomilu stvari o kojima treba da razmishljam nije da mi je sad' ovo preko potrebno!&lt;br /&gt;Ja jednostavno nemogu da se pomirim sa nekim stvarima i da kazem "dobro kako je tako je, ali gotovo je" i kao okrenem se odem i nastavim da zivim svojim kakvim takvim zivotom. NE, ja odem okrenem se pa se vratim i pokushavam da popravim pokvareno ili palim na gurku bilo da je u moju korist ili tudju nevazno. Volela bih da nauchim kako se to radi na drugachiji nachin mozda za razliku od dosadashnjih situacija iz svega ispadne i neshto normalno i vredno.&lt;br /&gt;Odano josh u seriji "Ally Mc Beal" mi se svidela ova beba shto djuska, ona se obichno javljala kao prividjenje pa je Ally mislila da ludi !? Shta li se to deshava samnom hmmm...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114676368882106762?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114676368882106762/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114676368882106762' title='4 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114676368882106762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114676368882106762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/bljak-fuj.html' title='bljak fuj'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114648721779870369</id><published>2006-05-01T14:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:25:15.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/IMG_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/IMG_0144.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;kako ono doors-i kazu "this is the end my only friend the end..." pa definitivno je to :( jer ovog vishe nema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114648721779870369?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114648721779870369/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114648721779870369' title='7 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114648721779870369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114648721779870369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/05/end_01.html' title='the end'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114555453164080688</id><published>2006-04-20T19:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:35:31.640+02:00</updated><title type='text'>pazi pada drvo !!!</title><content type='html'>Mislila sam da nikada vishe necu morati ovako odvratno da se osecam :( Kada sam prvi put polagala prijemni za fax (FON) i pala presushila sam od plakanja i obecala sebi da ne samo da cu u sledecem pokushaju poloziti nego cu i svega mi upasti na budzet! Tako je i bilo dodushe na SF-u, chemu sam se josh vishe obradovala jer chvrsto reshih da ustvari i nezelim biti na Fon-u. Pozelela sam tada i da se nikada vishe toliko ne smorim i ne dodjem u situaciju da bubam-bubam-uchim i padnem jer onda taj pad boli petostruko vishe, a nazalost doshla sam u taj polozaj ! Pala sam prvi ispit na faxu prvo pa mushko-PAD !!! Osecam se kâ€™o GOVNO, kao da jedino ja na celom svetu neznam glupu fiziku, koja mi btw nece trebati u zivotu. Mrzim opshte predmete a moram da dam uslov :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114555453164080688?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114555453164080688/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114555453164080688' title='1 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555453164080688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555453164080688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/04/pazi-pada-drvo.html' title='pazi pada drvo !!!'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114555441083287743</id><published>2006-04-20T19:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:33:30.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>boo hooooo.....</title><content type='html'>U kakvom svetu mi zivimo !?!? Nemogu ni voz na stanici da sachekam a da mi najmanje 2 ljudi ne pridje da zaprosi i to ne starci, ogoljeni i defektni, nego mladici zdravi i pravi izmedju 2o I 3ogod. i josh mi shapuce i mrmlja da ga nishta ne razumem ! Shta bre mrmljash kroz zube, neshto trazish!? Reci jasno i glasno shta ti treba, a ja cu jasno i glasno da ti odgovorim â€œnemamâ€‌-zashto nemam? Pa shta si ti gori, nakaradniji i jadniji od mene pa nemozesh da zaradish, a ja mogu, nego morash da prosish !?&lt;br /&gt; Ne poshtujem ja to bogami ne! Uzas. Eto zashto nam drzava propada, zbog lenshtina, nego zbog chega !? &lt;br /&gt;A danas molim te zovem ja zeleznichku glavnu stanicu  da pitam kada ima voz za New Belgrade i kaze ona teta meni: â€œna svakih sat vremenaâ€‌ ja ponovim: â€œjelâ€™ svaki prolazi kroz New Bg?â€‌, â€œDA,DAâ€‌ odgovori ona i ja rekoh OK valjda dispichar zna majku mu!? Kad  uhvatih jedan od tih vozova i ono se ispostavi da tek na Vuku saznah da voz u kom sam ide u Rakovicu i ne ide putem koji je meni potreban vec mi treba voz za New Pazovu :/  morala sam na Karadjordjevom da presedam u drugi voz i tada me navatashe prosjaci!  Sad sam kao ja kriva shto neznam chitavu trasu beovoznog puta !? E jebem ti informacije !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114555441083287743?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114555441083287743/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114555441083287743' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555441083287743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555441083287743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/04/boo-hooooo.html' title='boo hooooo.....'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114555432439361988</id><published>2006-04-20T19:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:32:04.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>â€œprocvetali su narcisiâ€‌</title><content type='html'>Danas sam neshto u fazonu â€œprocvetali su narcisiâ€‌! Koji je to fazon? kazi mi da ti kazem, ali ja sam definitivno u tom fazonu :) Dobila sam aparatic 1.aprila mada ga danas nisam ponela, alâ€™ nema veze. Napokon je moj, Canon a520 :) i srecnija nemogu biti, slikam i snimam ko luda za 4 dana vec imam 30 filmica i oko 150 slika haaaâ€¦ &lt;br /&gt;Danas sam imala neke testice koji ce biti kao neka pomoc na usmenom delu ispita iz matematike pa sam ih dobro uradila i sada je ceo svet moj :)  Inache je jako lepo kada poprichash sa nekim skim nisi prichao nekih 5-6god. i taj razgovor josh ispadne ok i skrati ti put do Bg-a vozom na chitavih 10min po slobodnoj proceni:) a to onda znachi da vam je zapravo bilo zanimljivo prichati pa chak  ako je mozda i bilo malko chudno. Iskreno vishe volim to nego kada mi se nakachi neko koga vidjam chesto ali je blaze recheno dosadan, kao na primer moj cenjeni kolega sa faxa od kog bezim na drugi kraj voza, i to dok su mi slushke u ushima i sa sve knjigom u rukama,:( nemozesh pobeci od takvih judi chak i kada se trudish, uzas !&lt;br /&gt;Zakljuchak je: â€œmoram da oslabimâ€‌ POD OBAVEZNO !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114555432439361988?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114555432439361988/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114555432439361988' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555432439361988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555432439361988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/04/procvetali-su-narcisi.html' title='â€œprocvetali su narcisiâ€‌'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114555416938475712</id><published>2006-04-20T19:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:29:29.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'>â€œtatin sinâ€‌ :)</title><content type='html'>Sada napokon razumem mog tatu-zashto me je kao malu zvao â€œtatin sinâ€‌ bogami mozda dosta stvari nemogu da uradim ali mogu da se opkladim da dosta devojaka nemoze da uradi ono shot ja mogu :) Odoâ€™ ja danas do Mage na kafu-kad ja na vrata a ona chuchi kod radijatora i skida stare tapete sa zida, shta bi drugo nego se ponudim da joj pomognem i naravno to i uradim. Ona jadna planirala da  skida tapete do subote pa tek onda jedno 2-3 dana da krechi, shto bi ukupno bilo 6-7 dana, ali zato ja bejah tu i uz moju moc organizacije i njen fenomenalan izbor mjuze sobu bukvalno pojesmo za  5 sati tako dace vec sutra moci da je krechi  :) draaago njaah njaaahâ€¦ponosna sam na obe a verujem da bi i moj tata bio ponosan svojim sinom da je u drzavi :)  Nocas cu bogami da spavam ko beba toliko sam se naradila i iscrpela, a moram da priznam da je i pivo imalo udela :), da cu chim sklopim oke da zakuntam  njaaahâ€¦:)  Drago mi je da sam joj pomogla obzirom da je po P(e)S(u) trebalo da budem kod kuce i uchim tako da nebih nishta doprinela tom unapredjenju sobe , ma maker i pala ispit(NE DAJ BOZE) bar sam pomogla prijatelju u nevolji-to vredi vishe  od ocene !  Prezivecuâ€¦.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114555416938475712?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114555416938475712/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114555416938475712' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555416938475712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555416938475712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/04/tatin-sin.html' title='â€œtatin sinâ€‌ :)'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114555398031096696</id><published>2006-04-20T19:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:26:20.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>bronhitisssss...</title><content type='html'>Neverovatno mi je da opet imam temperaturu, a imam je :( &lt;br /&gt;Pochela sa kutijom â€œpentraxilâ€‌-a zatim jedna â€œamoxicilinâ€‌-a pa onda zbog zaradjenog bronhitisa prepisali 14 â€œgentamicinâ€‌-a dva puta dnevno  7 dana  (guza mi plava i mazem â€œhepatrombinâ€‌ mast ) i ja nemadoh vishe ni temperature ni bronchitis , alâ€™ mi za svaki sluchaj dali josh jednu kutijicu â€œsinacilinâ€‌-a  i â€œjagorchevinaâ€‌ za iskashljavanje  uffffâ€¦. Od na brajanja me samo zabolela  glava, a tek kadâ€™ se setim da sam sve to popila i juuuâ€¦ i molim te  lepo da chovek ne poveruje da  je moguce da opet imam tmeraturu , prosto cu ziva da se pojedem  ako bude ishlo redom iz pochetka :( &lt;br /&gt;Dva dana na faxu i vec zaradila plucnu  grrrrâ€¦.ne pamtim kada sam poslednji put za redom pila ovoliko tableta i primaia ovoliko inekcija â€“ zaplakati cuâ€¦&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114555398031096696?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114555398031096696/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114555398031096696' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555398031096696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555398031096696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/04/bronhitisssss.html' title='bronhitisssss...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114555382500614295</id><published>2006-04-20T19:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:23:45.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>disconnected...</title><content type='html'>Neke pesme i odredjena muzika mogu duboko da vas dirnu i podsete na neke dogadjaje  iz blize ili dalje proshlostiâ€¦sadâ€™ ja mislim da sam otkrila Ameriku, a ustvari to je verujem kod svakog tako, nego je poenta svega ovoga da takav neki uticaj na mene ima novootkrivena pesmica  â€œDisconnectedâ€‌ od Funkstorung-a ! Nekako je slusham vec danima i nemogu je se zasititi isto kao kad sam se dochepala pesmice â€œThe Blower's Daughterâ€‌ i isto kao shot necu moci da ispustim iz ruku digitale-foto-aparat kad mi tata isti iz Prag-a donese haaaâ€¦. Naravno aparat neme veze sa muzikom za neke ljude, ali za mene je svaki deo dana, godine, zivota, minuta, deshavanja(bilo kakvog) = MELODIA (muzika kakva god) a svaka fotografija koju budem stvorila setice me na dogadjaj i vreme, a samim tim i na melodiju ovekovechenu istim dogadjajemâ€¦uffâ€¦ko bi normalan ovo razumeo !? &lt;br /&gt;Pesma kaze: â€œbring my heart back â€¦"couse without aâ€™m disconnectedâ€¦â€‌ &lt;br /&gt;Sooâ€¦odbrojavam dane do povratka iz Praga i dolaska aparatica (josh cirka 4 komada), a ako sve propadne nekim glupim izgovorom bitice mi mnooogo zaaoooâ€¦:( &lt;br /&gt;Odoâ€™ da se spremim za shkolicu, danas imam izlaganje grfichkog, a umesto da uchim ja kuckam misli hmmmâ€¦.vrlo produktivno vrrrloooâ€¦.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114555382500614295?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114555382500614295/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114555382500614295' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555382500614295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114555382500614295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/04/disconnected.html' title='disconnected...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-114349791576209034</id><published>2006-03-28T00:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T00:18:35.773+02:00</updated><title type='text'>vera u ljude !?</title><content type='html'>Skoro da sam vec i zaboravila shta je to vera u ljude, kad' ono eto postoje ljudi koji te na to povremeno sete ZIVI BILI. Nemam trenurno inspiracije za piskaranje,ili bolje reci nemam vremena mora se u nove pohode kroz "saobracajno tehnichke chinioce"&lt;br /&gt;:-{(valjda cu se jedared na ovo nasmejati sochno) nego necu da baksuziram nishta lepim i sochnim detaljima o mom trenutno lepom zivotu da se neshto po murphyju ne bi izjalovilo soo... bye bye and sweet dreams to u all, samo htedoh zahvalu da obelodanim :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-114349791576209034?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/114349791576209034/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=114349791576209034' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114349791576209034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/114349791576209034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2006/03/vera-u-ljude.html' title='vera u ljude !?'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-113380530641535019</id><published>2005-12-06T03:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T18:55:10.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks as though theyâ€™re here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Iâ€™m not half the man I used to be,&lt;br /&gt;Thereâ€™s a shadow hanging over me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday came suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she had to go I donâ€™t know she woldnâ€™t say.&lt;br /&gt;I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a place to hide away.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm mm mm mm mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bash bogami ova pesma uzima mi dah i ostavlja tragove u zivotima (bar u mom). &lt;br /&gt;No eto zasluzila sam i ja tu privilegiju da se nadje na mom blogu soo...&lt;br /&gt;Btw yesterday sam postala tetka po drugi put :)) Matora sam indeed...:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-113380530641535019?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113380530641535019/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=113380530641535019' title='3 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113380530641535019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113380530641535019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/12/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-113363373157099378</id><published>2005-12-04T04:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T19:15:31.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chudim se ponekad sebi koliko loshe umem da procenim ljude!</title><content type='html'>Mislim da se chovek samo jednom oseca kao da mu je jedna osoba dovoljna za sve, za celi zivot! Chudno kako kada si u prostoriji punoj ljudi sa tom osobom, nekako ti odjednom sve ostalo postaje irelevantno, to je onaj momenat koji se javlja u filmovima kada se oko vas sve nekako okrece, vrti a vas dvoje ostajete mirni u mestu, a ton postaje mutan u stilu uuuuuaaaaaauuuuaaaaâ€¦i sve je lepo, sve je kako treba da bude u tim momentima nema nedostataka, nema ruznih misli, nema nichegâ€™ sem vas i to je dovoljno.&lt;br /&gt;Ruzno je medjutim kada se od to dvoje samo jedan tako oseca, onda sve pada u vodu onog trenutka kada se razgovor zavrshi i razdvojite se, onda ostaje samo premotavanje filma i razmishljanje: â€œshta sam rekla? Uffffâ€¦trebala sam reci drugachijeâ€¦.,ipak on i dalje zrachiâ€¦bash je bio dobro obuchenâ€¦.zashto nemoze sve da bude lepo kao pre?...lepo smo se isprichali i voleo je I can tellâ€¦(u sushtini sve se svodi na â€¦) hmmâ€¦.zashto razgovor nije duze trajaoâ€¦!?â€‌ I eto josh jednom 1ooo  pitanja u tvojoj glavi  naravno bez odgovora bar do sledeceg razgovora. I tako to premotavanje traje celim putem do kuce, a onda vas tamo sacheka nishta drugo nego vash najbolji  prijatelj i neprijatelj krevet i tada na red dolazi resume svega u snu i priprema za svez dan i suochavanje sa chinjenicama od sinocâ€¦&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-113363373157099378?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113363373157099378/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=113363373157099378' title='3 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113363373157099378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113363373157099378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/12/chudim-se-ponekad-sebi-koliko-loshe.html' title='Chudim se ponekad sebi koliko loshe umem da procenim ljude!'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-113337682307069628</id><published>2005-11-22T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:53:43.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>na fakultetu-greshkom izgleda !?</title><content type='html'>Taman kad mi jedno jutro svane iole kako tereba pa rekoh "ajd' malko do fakulteta", ono ko za baksuz kasni glupi belivoz i eto ti ga na greshkom na fakultetu ja :(&lt;br /&gt;Danas pripreme za kolokvijum koji je u subotu i ja to propushtam, pa to je da se upucash ! Bash mi inache prijaju ovi zimski dani neverovetno kako se ispunjeno osecam osim shto mislim ponekad da sam sa pogreshnim dechkom a ponekad i ne :) Treba skontati shta se to deshava u mojoj glavi !!! Meni je inache kosa olichenje raspolozenja i osecanja, a trnutno kosa mi je ochajna:( Neznam da li i ostale devojke imaju taj trip da kad' ih neshto muchi ili su neraspolozene, odu i oshishaju se! Meni to uvek pomogne, kao da sam neki ogroman teret skinula sa sebe, bez obzira shto skratim mozda najvishe 2cm, ali sada mi nedaju da se shisham kazu mnogo ce ruzno da mi stoji, a neznaju da se ja ovako osecam kao u zatvoru :((&lt;br /&gt;Ovo chekanje da mi pochnu druga predavanja me ubi, da mi kao imamo rachunski centar u shkolici u kom bi ja najradije provela chitavo svoje shkolovanje samo da su kompjuteri malko jachi od ovih. Sreca moja pa imadem ovaj moj novi mp3 player koji btw obozavam pa vreme iole brze prolazi sa njim :) Malo pre sluchajno skinuh slushku da oslushnem shta se deshava okolo (shto inache povremeno radim da nebudem totalno dezorijentisana i slepa, a deshava se, jednom zamalo da me udare kola grrr...), kad ono na radiju slabo se chuje Gene P.-"Something gotta hold on my hand", njaah njaah kako mi je draga ta pesmica neverovatno, bash potseca na neke drage trenutke od pre 2-3 goodine kad neznam zashto i kako bejah bezbrizna i srecna :)&lt;br /&gt;Eto ti ga na  upravo sam otkrila "Ameriku" da u desnom uglu postoji prozor compose i da u njemu mogu da radim shtoshta sa svojim textom ehhhh nije zvaka za svakog seljaka :(  No pochece mi uskoro predavanje bye bye i go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-113337682307069628?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113337682307069628/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=113337682307069628' title='1 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337682307069628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337682307069628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/11/na-fakultetu-greshkom-izgleda.html' title='na fakultetu-greshkom izgleda !?'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-113337669540440999</id><published>2005-11-21T21:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:51:35.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>depresija vlada Panchevom...:(</title><content type='html'>Najavljuju na TV-u skoro svakodnevno da su posledice ovog nasheg vazdushnog trovanja depresija,pospanost, neraspolozenost,glavoboljeâ€¦ Ja se teshim time !&lt;br /&gt;Neznam vishe ni da instaliram programe :( Shta je samnom!? Kada sam depresivna skroz sam glupava nekako ! Moj zec me vishe nevoli :( I to je jako zalosno moram priznati, ali ga i razumem totalno. Jako je porastao i box mu postaje mali a nepostoji vetji da se kupi shta tju, shta da radim ? pojma nemamâ€¦ Nekako sam skroz fuj, treba da uchim alâ€™ me mrzi da krenem, mislim ko josh voli â€œstatikuâ€‌ !?&lt;br /&gt;Uf jela sam kokice pa mi slana usta ïپٹ njaam njam , izlazi mi se napolje nekako nemam strpljenja za sedenje unutra, celi dan sam u stanu sama sa sobom, poludetju skroz! Izashla bih napolje ali kao da ce me volja protji chim izadjem. Opet imam onaj moj gadan trip â€œne zovi nikoga kada si sama i neznash shta tjesh sa sobomâ€‌ neznam u kom sam fazonu ?! kao da mene niko nezove kada je u istoj situaciji. Zovu, nego shta nego zovu svi to rade , kada im je dosadno i neznaju shta the sa sobom oni se sete nekog  koga dugo nisu zvali i voilaâ€¦ali ja ne, meni glupo, glupo mi jer ih se nesetim kada nisam u krizi pa nebih da bude kao da ih koristim, pihhâ€¦kao da bi oni pa znali :-/ &lt;br /&gt;Pokushala da slazem slagalicu shto je dobiâ€™ za rodjus , super je, komplikovana do j**aâ€¦.ali neide nemogu da se usresredim na istu stvar duze od 15min kâ€™o malo dete.&lt;br /&gt;Zazvonio phone a ja odmaâ€™ pomislila Misha je heheâ€¦kamo sretje, alâ€™ netje taj zvati josh i to dok mu ne zatrebaju njegovi diskovi, tuznoâ€¦:( Shta tjesh takav mi je horoskop (u koj btw neverujem ni malkice) No nema veze zvala je Dragana da joj odnesem neke prnje  uhuuuâ€¦eto taman da se malko prodrmam I proshetam njaahâ€¦&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-113337669540440999?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113337669540440999/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=113337669540440999' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337669540440999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337669540440999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/11/depresija-vlada-panchevom.html' title='depresija vlada Panchevom...:('/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-113337661879777179</id><published>2005-11-20T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:50:18.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>budna odavno...</title><content type='html'>Boze shta mi je !? Probudih se josh u 6am a legla oko 3, koji je moj problem!?&lt;br /&gt;Mada mozda je to i zato shto sam sanjala Daredevila i upoznavanje sa njegovom mamom iiii... pruzi ona meni ruku , u snu jelte, i kaze "Ruzica? ja njoj vratim "Marija", a ona tje meni "od kad' ?" shta od kad?! daaa... od '82. ali ne ona je mislila "od kada si ti na repertoaru dusho? pa ce doci neka Ema,Emanuela,Milica..." Fuj! Chak sam se i u snu osetjala odvratno, a onda da se nebih loshe od ranog jutra osetjala, budna sam ga dosanjala onako kako sam zelela heh... moze mi se :)&lt;br /&gt;Bash malopre chitala neke blogove, kako je super shto ljudi mogu opushteno ovde da pishu shta im se prohte, ja nekako josh uvek nemogu da se opustim, al' polako valjda otju :)&lt;br /&gt;Btw pre neki dan sam prosula chaj na tastaturu, a ona nije neka obichna nego neka chudnjikava sa simpatichnim dugmitjima pa se sve ulepilo, josh sam ja pokushala da alkoholom ochistim i otvorila je pa sad sve nekako krcka i hidraulichna je, nervira me ! Al je nekako i smeshno psss...sretjna sam da josh uvek radi :) Neznam shta mi je poslednjih godina skroz sam nekako trapava, smotana, a nekada sam znala svashta da uradim, popravim i napravim a sad sam majstor kvarish i smotana ko vetjina devojaka fuuuj...pjuk!!! Tada davnno moj dechko je bio ponosan na mene bash zato shto sam razlichita od ostalih, a sada neznam vishe koji je njegov problem !?&lt;br /&gt;Auuu...odkad nisam pisala sada imam toliko misli da nemogu da stignem da iskuckam sve, pa vishe necu ni da kuckam :) ali moram samo josh javno da se zahvalim mojoj dragoj medju dragima i najdrazima frendici J.(chiji identitet netju da otkrivam radi zloupotrebe nezdravih lica blabla bla,njanja nja...) HVALA !!! na podarenim internet satima i mogutjnosti da kuckam u javnost njaaah...:) &lt;br /&gt;aj pa...odo da gledam movie :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-113337661879777179?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113337661879777179/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=113337661879777179' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337661879777179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337661879777179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/11/budna-odavno.html' title='budna odavno...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-113337654876703056</id><published>2005-11-02T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:49:08.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fujj...</title><content type='html'>Kako je fuj kada se chovek razboli :( Secam se kad' sam bila mala uvek sam jedva chekala da se razbolim, nekako su mi to bash bili mili dani. Svi nekako brinu o tebi i jure oko tebe, mama kuva chajeve i supice sve donosi na tacnu, baka pravi one super kolache-korpice sa filom od vishanja pa preko josh shlag mmmm...a sve tako hrskavo i slasno da nemozesh odoleti :) ehhh...to su bili dani...a sada obaveze na sve strane-fakultet, uchenje, jurcanje, druzenje, a grlo booooli, temperatura przi i sve nekako bezukusno i bljutavo pa chak i ako se prinese na tacni koju sami prinosimo :( &lt;br /&gt;Kako je nama ustvari bilo superishka dok smo bili mali i bezbrizni ehhh...&lt;br /&gt;Juche mi se porodila drugarica, kazu da je beba zguzvana pufna haaa... nisam ga videla jer slinim i kashljem , ali ne sumnjam da je istina :) Strahinja(beba) ima 4,950kg zamislite kolika "beba" !? Ja se bogme nikada necu poradjati ako ce iz mene da izadje toliko chudo! i to da se zna, evo javno to govorim da ne bude posle "zashto to nisi ranije rekla?" - evo jesam!!! Sada ce Strahinja da bude predmet obozavanja i brige, oko njega ce kolo da vode i njemu da ugadjaju ! Blago njemu ocu i ja opet ponovo da budem mala...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-113337654876703056?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113337654876703056/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=113337654876703056' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337654876703056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337654876703056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/11/fujj.html' title='fujj...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-113337648450138690</id><published>2005-10-29T07:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:00:28.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>njah..</title><content type='html'>Ovaj Daniel Pawter nije normalan! &lt;br /&gt;Upravo odgledah spot na TV-u, bash ga doziveh. Nekako su mi opet suze navrle na oke :( A ustvari nije to do njega, nego smo mi zene sjeb*ne u glavi pa nas sve neshto pogadja i osetjamo sve-svim chulima.&lt;br /&gt;Pitala me koleginica shta bih volela da budem u sledetjem zivotu, ili ti koja mi je omiljena reinkarnacija? Da sam u boljem raspolozenju moj bi odgovor sigurno bio-tigar, ali sada odgovor je: mushkarac. Uf kakav bi ja tip bila :))) hehehe... mada nemora da znachi da bih se ponashala bolje nego oni sada :( mozda ipak...malo bolje...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-113337648450138690?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113337648450138690/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=113337648450138690' title='0 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337648450138690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337648450138690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/10/njah.html' title='njah..'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19459189.post-113337640250871897</id><published>2005-10-27T16:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:46:42.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eto tako...</title><content type='html'>Eto tako...Kako? &lt;br /&gt;Kako su nechiji zivoti fini i uspeshni, sve im se daje na tacnu i sve im omoguceno, a neki moraju da se valjaju u blatu...&lt;br /&gt;Danas me iz BG-a vozio neki sredovechni chikica pa mi pricha kako mu tjerkica studira 2 privatna fakulteta-"jadna" kaze "muchi se" a btw na fax ide sopstvenim kolima metalik 'ford ka' ili shta vetj!? Kako bi samo bilo lepo da se svi mi tako muchimo eh.... &lt;br /&gt;Ja danas jedva skrpih 10din da izvadim potvrdu sa fakulteta da sam redovan student, e zali boze...:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nego da se nebi' zapitala "chemu sve ovo?", prochitah par uvodnih detalja sa par blogova pa izvukoh neki zakljuchak i dozvolih sebi da ne u potpunosti prepishem rechenicu jedne blog koleginice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, mislim da je Blog dobra stvar za neke frustrirane ljude kojima je potrebno da naslaإ¾u negde svoje pakosti pa to mogu 'vako javno da ispisuju da se oslobode 'isterija." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nisam bash isfrustrirana, al' mi je ponekad potrebno da viknem neshto shto niko netje da chuje, nikome netje da smeta i nikoga da zaboli....Pa evo nadjoh valjda svoje mesto pod sajber suncem !? &lt;br /&gt; Videcemo kako ide :) see ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19459189-113337640250871897?l=dabutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/113337640250871897/comments/default' title='Objavi komentare'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19459189&amp;postID=113337640250871897' title='1 komentara'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337640250871897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19459189/posts/default/113337640250871897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dabutterfly.blogspot.com/2005/10/eto-tako.html' title='eto tako...'/><author><name>butterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17482071969010105488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c291/MDukic/marija/IMG_0135m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
