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Ko hoće - svrati da posluša i produži dalje. Ko neće, samo odmah produži dalje. Easy as that...Ko džuboks blog. A ujedno posluži i kao terapija za one koji uvijek imaju ništa da kažu, a najmanje na samu temu... Njima je ionako svejedno o čemu je post. Univerzalni troleri
Growing up in east Hull, rugby union was always something alien, but also something distant. Indeed, I think it was only when a PE teacher at Andrew Marvel High revealed that he played union for one of the village teams around Hull that I realised the sport even existed in my home county. Here in Serbia, however, the union is like a wasp feeding on the sweet league.
My first run-in with its loyalists came in the summer of 2011 when I got a phone call from a guy I hardly knew who used to play for the team: "Mark, some guys will turn up at your training session tonight. They're good guys and they want to form a Red Star rugby union club. Please be nice to them."
Ne bih otvarao novi post da ne smatram (skroz subjektivno) da je ova traka vrijedna 4 minuta pažnje.
Steppers ritam na 86 bpm, (sporo i brzo). A na bas liniju sam ponosno poseban .
We are livin' in simulation.
We are taking stimulation. Just to go on. Just to don't fall...from the track.
We are livin' in simulation. With a lot of turbulation...of a fake reality from my fake personality.
We are lost.
On the cost
Of a desert island...in the promised land