1. Søndag i advent!
søndag den 29. november 2009
lørdag den 28. november 2009
Blogindlæg 28/11-09 21:14
Det gør ondt, at du er så tæt på, at du kan såre mig. Hold kæft jeg er... Skuffet.
Blogindlæg 28/11-09 21:10
Jeg regner med, at det bli'r rart
At flegne ud, når alt går galt
Det er et så fandens smukt citat, men jeg har aldrig sådan fuldt ud forstået det. Nu føler jeg, at jeg gør. Hurra handler jo egentlig om, at man burde være glad, fordi der ikke er nogen grund til andet. Så det sidste, tror jeg , er, at det bliver rart at flegne ud, når alt går galt, og han rent faktisk er berettiget til at flegne ud. Hvis det giver mening. Det bliver rart at være ulykkelig, når der endelig er en grund, og han rent faktisk har lov til at være det.
Jeg ville bare ønske, at der var et citat til, når man så måtte flegne ud. Hvilket citat holder man fast i, når nu alt rent faktisk så går galt? Det kunne jeg godt bruge.
At flegne ud, når alt går galt
Det er et så fandens smukt citat, men jeg har aldrig sådan fuldt ud forstået det. Nu føler jeg, at jeg gør. Hurra handler jo egentlig om, at man burde være glad, fordi der ikke er nogen grund til andet. Så det sidste, tror jeg , er, at det bliver rart at flegne ud, når alt går galt, og han rent faktisk er berettiget til at flegne ud. Hvis det giver mening. Det bliver rart at være ulykkelig, når der endelig er en grund, og han rent faktisk har lov til at være det.
Jeg ville bare ønske, at der var et citat til, når man så måtte flegne ud. Hvilket citat holder man fast i, når nu alt rent faktisk så går galt? Det kunne jeg godt bruge.
onsdag den 25. november 2009
mandag den 23. november 2009
søndag den 22. november 2009
Blogindlæg 22/11-09 15:50
Okay, måske lige i overkanten, at Simon sagde, at man skulle stille en statue op af ham i Silkeborg XD Haha... Det kan godt være, at det hedder fuck janteloven, meeeen alligevel :b Rolig nu XD
lørdag den 21. november 2009
torsdag den 19. november 2009
tirsdag den 17. november 2009
Blogindlæg 17/11-09 23:20
Hvor er det dog sjovt, at Angora i første omgang hed "Liderlig Fredag" XD Hahahaha!
mandag den 16. november 2009
Blogindlæg 16/11-09 14:53
Eiiij... Jeg kender "Told Her I'm From Compton" med Lava :o Hvorfor spiller de ikke også den live? Den er feed... Faktisk er hele cden "All Juice. No Fruit" rigtig fed :D
Blogindlæg 16/11-09 14:50
Hvorfor kan The Floor Is Made Of Lavas tekster ikke findes!?!? ... Siger han seriøst "I've got a taste for perfume, you taste like toast in a jump-suit" ?? Hahaha XD ... Åh, jeg tror faktisk, at jeg lider dem ret meget efterhånden Ö!
Blogindlæg 16/11-09 12:18
HAHA!!! STIVE SIMON!!! XD
JAAAA XD Et af de sjoveste og mest underlige momenter i mit liv! XD
JAAAA XD Et af de sjoveste og mest underlige momenter i mit liv! XD
søndag den 15. november 2009
Blogindlæg 15/11-09 23:01
... Just there, felt belonging. My heart which went speaking like roar, was an echo in stone...
Blogindlæg 15/11-09 23:00
HAHAHAHA XD Troede lige, at det blev et vildt godt billede, men så....
.... Ja. Det taler vel, for sig selv. Hahaha.... Det er bare så sjovt, at det overhovedet ikke var meningen XD
.... Ja. Det taler vel, for sig selv. Hahaha.... Det er bare så sjovt, at det overhovedet ikke var meningen XD
Blogindlæg 15/11-09 19:01
If I was a snowflake
I would land on your nose
If I was the grass
Then I would tickle your toes
If I was the breeze
Then I would play with your hair
If I was with you
When I would be aware
If you were mine I'd be there
If you were mine I'd be less scared
If you were mine we'd be happy together
If you were mine I'd feel safe
If you were mine I'd kiss your face
If you were mine I would love you and always be with you
If I was your thoughts
Then you'd be thinking of me
If I had more ball
Then I'd be down on one knee
If you were a statue and If I was a bird
Then I would sing on your head till you heard me
If you were mine I'd be there
If you were mine I'd be less scared
If you were mine we'd be happy together
If you were mine I'd feel safe
If you were mine I'd kiss your face
If you were mine I would love you and always be with you
If you only knew
You'd be flattered by my
Obsession with you
And you would wonder why
Your eyes never saw
Or my voice never told you what's true
True
If you were mine I'd be there
If you were mine I'd be less scared
If you were mine we'd be happy together
If you were mine I'd feel safe
If you were mine I'd kiss your face
If you were mine I would love you and always be with you
...
Nåårh, sådan en sød sang ^^,
I would land on your nose
If I was the grass
Then I would tickle your toes
If I was the breeze
Then I would play with your hair
If I was with you
When I would be aware
If you were mine I'd be there
If you were mine I'd be less scared
If you were mine we'd be happy together
If you were mine I'd feel safe
If you were mine I'd kiss your face
If you were mine I would love you and always be with you
If I was your thoughts
Then you'd be thinking of me
If I had more ball
Then I'd be down on one knee
If you were a statue and If I was a bird
Then I would sing on your head till you heard me
If you were mine I'd be there
If you were mine I'd be less scared
If you were mine we'd be happy together
If you were mine I'd feel safe
If you were mine I'd kiss your face
If you were mine I would love you and always be with you
If you only knew
You'd be flattered by my
Obsession with you
And you would wonder why
Your eyes never saw
Or my voice never told you what's true
True
If you were mine I'd be there
If you were mine I'd be less scared
If you were mine we'd be happy together
If you were mine I'd feel safe
If you were mine I'd kiss your face
If you were mine I would love you and always be with you
...
Nåårh, sådan en sød sang ^^,
tirsdag den 10. november 2009
Blogindlæg 10/11-09 20:18
A sailor went on a journey
Out on the sea
Where the waves were pounding about
And the ship-bell ringing
Dolpings singing "oh, boy, you'll be home some sunny day"
Out on the sea
Where the waves were pounding about
And the ship-bell ringing
Dolpings singing "oh, boy, you'll be home some sunny day"
mandag den 9. november 2009
Blogindlæg 09/11-09 21:27
Fuuuuck, hvor er han bare lækker nu! (Altså Frits/Janus Dissing Rathke :b) ö Jeg skal se "Julefrokosten" ...
Blogindlæg 09/11-09 20:16
Jeg så "Drømmen" i Søndags, nøøøj, den er god! Fritz/Martin er bare vildt sej! Ö
Blogindlæg 09/11-09 18:02
Jeg er så træææt! ... Tak Gud, fordi jeg skal møde kl. 10 i morgen! ... Mindre tak Gud, for at min far ikke liiiige gad at købe den nye dvd med Anden med hjem :S
søndag den 8. november 2009
torsdag den 5. november 2009
Blogindlæg 05/11-09 14:26
Når folk de udveksler billetter med deres venner, så tror de rigtig, at de skal til Nephew koncert, men dét får de iiiiikke lov til... Det får de iiiiikke lov til...
onsdag den 4. november 2009
Blogindlæg 04/11-09 20:58
No offence til alle, som gav mig gaver i år, men det her var den bedste :')
Blogindlæg 04/11-09 16:44
Now when I caught myself
I had to stop myself
I'm saying something that
I should have never thought of you
Of you, you're pushing and pulling me
Down to you
But I don't know what I want
No, I don't know what I want
15 dage til New Moon (!!!)
I had to stop myself
I'm saying something that
I should have never thought of you
Of you, you're pushing and pulling me
Down to you
But I don't know what I want
No, I don't know what I want
15 dage til New Moon (!!!)
søndag den 1. november 2009
Blogindlæg 01/11-09 11:06
Wow, jeg blev virkelig rørt, da "Rise Against" spillede denne sang i går. Virkelig fed koncert, denne sang står klarest i hukommelsen fra i går...
He said, “Son,
Have you see the world?
Well, what would you say
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.”
I said, “That sounds pretty good.”
Black leather boots
Spit-shined so bright
They cut off my hair but it looked alright
We marched and we sang
We all became friends
As we learned how to fight
A hero of war
Yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home
They’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried
But I got my man
We took him away
A bag over his face
From his family and his friends
They took off his clothes
They pissed in his hands
I told them to stop
But then I joined in
We beat him with guns
And batons not just once
But again and again
A hero of war
Yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home
They’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
She walked through bullets and haze
I asked her to stop
I begged her to stay
But she pressed on
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away
The shells jumped through the smoke
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked
She collapsed with a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow
A hero of war
Is that what the see
Just medals and scars
So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag
Now it gathers dust
But it’s a flag that I love
It’s the only flag I trust
He said, “Son, have you seen the world? Well what would you say, if I said that you could?”
He said, “Son,
Have you see the world?
Well, what would you say
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun and you’ll even get paid.”
I said, “That sounds pretty good.”
Black leather boots
Spit-shined so bright
They cut off my hair but it looked alright
We marched and we sang
We all became friends
As we learned how to fight
A hero of war
Yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home
They’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried
But I got my man
We took him away
A bag over his face
From his family and his friends
They took off his clothes
They pissed in his hands
I told them to stop
But then I joined in
We beat him with guns
And batons not just once
But again and again
A hero of war
Yeah that’s what I’ll be
And when I come home
They’ll be damn proud of me
I’ll carry this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it’s flag that I love
And a flag that I trust
She walked through bullets and haze
I asked her to stop
I begged her to stay
But she pressed on
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away
The shells jumped through the smoke
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked
She collapsed with a flag in her hand
A flag white as snow
A hero of war
Is that what the see
Just medals and scars
So damn proud of me
And I brought home that flag
Now it gathers dust
But it’s a flag that I love
It’s the only flag I trust
He said, “Son, have you seen the world? Well what would you say, if I said that you could?”
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