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by božemprosti » Fri Jun 07, 2013 12:58 am
dns je jedini dan kad mi je bilo drago sto sam konverzirao s razrednicom
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jedini nastavnici s kojim volim pricati jesu: vjeronauk, bio/kem, i geo/pov i tjelesni.
oni su najbolji
saric ce mi nedostajati
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jedva cekam kad vise nikad necu u zivotu vidjeti ikog iz razreda osim 3-6 doticne osobe.
evo moje zadacnice kako sam zamalo poceo barem
Zavrsavam 8. razred
Hvala Bogu. Tocka.
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by Nessie » Fri Jun 07, 2013 3:08 am
Ahhh tri sladoledna kupa u Vinceku prije ručka nisu bila dobra ideja.
Meni nije toliko problem kaj moram proć pol grada do škole, al me užasno smetaju gužve u tramvaju i zastoji. Da tog nema, ne bi mi uopće bio bed. A kak ću putovat na faks, to uopće nemam pojma. D:
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by Plok » Fri Jun 07, 2013 5:50 am
pa sta nije lijepo otic zivit u drugi grad za promjenu?
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves!
You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending
Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.

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