Michael Jackson died a few hours ago of an alleged heart attack. He was 50 and was planning his comeback in London at the O2. Speechless...
May he rest in piece(s). Sorry! The nose made me write that...
All jokes aside, I'm deeply sorry, he was one of my childhood heroes...
Thursday, 25 June 2009
Thursday, 18 June 2009
O_o
When people call me childish, I take it as a compliment even though they ment to criticise me...
Oh well, toodles! ^_^
Oh well, toodles! ^_^
Monday, 15 June 2009
The story of the annoying bird >_<
Saturday, 13 June 2009
Monday, 8 June 2009
meat.org
Because you are what you eat! Meet your meat and think again! You could save hundreds of animals by becoming vegetarian or vegan.
Sunday, 7 June 2009
Prince Charming O_x
He is absolutely beautiful and has a great style, all the girls want a piece of him, he put cool in the dictionary.
He is the best lover in the world, he makes me feel like a princess.
He is extremely clever and we can talk about anything from Shakespeare to Freud to parallel universes.
He likes the same music and films that I do.
I'm in love with all five of them... X_X
Thursday, 4 June 2009
Tearless times O_O
Sometimes everyone feels the need to cry, it can be a huge relief... Go ahead label me emo, I couldn't give a rat's ass to be honest! Anyway my tears got stuck and when I listened to this RHCP song, a few of them managed to leave my eyes :P
Do you smell like a girl when you smile, too? ^_^
Enjoy this gorgeous AMV!
Wednesday, 3 June 2009
My favourite poem of all times [Hungarian]
ADY ENDRE (1877-1919):
Lédával a bálban
Sikolt a zene, tornyosul, omlik
Parfümös, boldog, forró, ifju pára
S a rózsakoszorús ifjak, leányok
Rettenve néznek egy fekete párra.
"Kik ezek?" S mi bús csöndben belépünk.
Halál-arcunk sötét fátyollal óvjuk
S hervadt, régi rózsa-koszoruinkat
A víg teremben némán szerte-szórjuk.
Elhal a zene s a víg teremben
Téli szél zúg s elalusznak a lángok.
Mi táncba kezdünk és sírva, dideregve
Rebbennek szét a boldog mátka-párok.
1907
Lédával a bálban
Sikolt a zene, tornyosul, omlik
Parfümös, boldog, forró, ifju pára
S a rózsakoszorús ifjak, leányok
Rettenve néznek egy fekete párra.
"Kik ezek?" S mi bús csöndben belépünk.
Halál-arcunk sötét fátyollal óvjuk
S hervadt, régi rózsa-koszoruinkat
A víg teremben némán szerte-szórjuk.
Elhal a zene s a víg teremben
Téli szél zúg s elalusznak a lángok.
Mi táncba kezdünk és sírva, dideregve
Rebbennek szét a boldog mátka-párok.
1907
Monday, 1 June 2009
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