<?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-6981360741944455609</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:42:49.445+01:00</updated><category term='Sweet sacrifice'/><category term='It&apos;s my life'/><category term='Zemja'/><category term='Klaus Badelt'/><category term='Catwoman'/><category term='Call me when you&apos;re sober'/><category term='Off the chains'/><category term='Voda'/><category term='Aladin'/><category term='Garfield&apos;s guide to bahaving badly'/><category term='Elica Todorova'/><category term='Beyblade'/><category term='Westlife'/><category term='Garfield'/><category term='Have a nice day'/><category term='Going Under'/><category term='Total Eclipse of the Heart'/><category term='Alex on the spot'/><category term='Transformations'/><category term='Ljubljana'/><category term='Never had a friend like me'/><category term='first one'/><category term='I&apos;m still here'/><category term='Prince Ali'/><category term='Taking over me'/><category term='Madagascar 2'/><category term='Toss and Turn'/><category term='Treasure Planet'/><category term='Evanescence'/><title type='text'>Lair of the Untamed Demon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-5825838148904574729</id><published>2009-05-04T22:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:38:53.977+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Hillary</title><content type='html'>Tole sm dons že 3tjič prebrala, torej vsega skupaj 5x. Pa še zmer crkujem od smeha.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ni Hillary v igri, ki problem je k se men ČIST vsakič zdi da Mariah in Emily men to govorita in jst pravzaprav odgovarjam isto k Hil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A čmo pisat komentarje? A čmo? A?&lt;br /&gt;{} - komentarji ... če vs ne zanima preskočte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aja ... D00h ... da ne bom pozabila ... I DO NOT OWN THAT ... It's the masterpiece from SHOLAY at: &lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3570245/25/Sooryavansham_The_Dynasty_of_the_Sun"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3570245/25/Sooryavansham_The_Dynasty_of_the_Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;“Hil-ary-y-y!! Oh, HIL-ary-y-y! Earth to zombie girl! Come in zombie girl!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary suddenly became aware of a sharp, annoying sound near her ear. Blinking back into focus she was taken aback by seeing a hand snapping its fingers only centimetres from her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!” Hilary instinctively recoiled and fell back against the couch. A chorus of laughter followed her action and Hilary looked up to see Mariah and Emily standing above her. Mariah pulled her hand away from Hilary’s face. “Hey-y-y” She said again, but this time played along, sticking her lower lip out and crossing her arms in a mock-sulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright, alright, no more making fun of little miss spacey here, got that Em? I don’t know why you’re always teasing her so much.” Mariah sent a sly grin at Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yes, of course, whatever was I thinking?” Emily put a hand to her forehead dramatically and fell onto the couch next to Hilary, acting her part even though everyone knew Mariah was the one teasing Hilary. “I don’t know what got into me; one should never make fun of a girl with a crush after all.” Here she elbowed a spluttering Hilary in the side a few times before grinning at Mariah. “Could turn dangerous.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{For learning what my reaction was ... read bellow}&lt;br /&gt;“I—I! I do NOT have a crush!” Hilary cried, though the rising heat in her cheeks staunchly told otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Su-u-ure you don’t. And you haven’t been sitting here for the past half an hour staring dreamily off into space.” Mariah rolled her eyes. {Well, I do that A LOT}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t have a crush.” Hilary groused, sinking further into the seat. “I don’t know what gave you that idea.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, maybe it was because when you weren’t staring at nothing you had your eyes fixed on a certain hot, red-eyed Russian.” Emily drawled with a wide grin. {*Just smile at the thought, Darakna, just smile*}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“WHAT?!” Hilary sat upright, her eyes wide. “No! No!” She waved her arms wildly. “It’s not like that at all I don’t—”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“C’mon Hil, everyone saw how you were practically drooling over Hiwatari when he walked into the room.” Mariah waved one hand, looking away as though it were obvious. {Guilty, here}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary looked between the two girls with an expression akin to a mouse cornered. It wasn’t fair; they were ganging up on her! “I didn’t…” Her denials sounded weak even to her ears. “It didn’t… I didn’t look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad, did I?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Think about it this way, you looked as bad as Mariah here does when Rei gives her one of his cocky, lopsided smirks.” {that's bad} Emily laughed, and Hilary flushed harder. That was pretty bad. {like I said}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah didn’t look so amused. “Well, I doubt you acted any better when you first saw Hiwatari.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily smiled. “Yes, but that was different. The first time I got a good look at him was when I saw him save Max in the facility. And that was damn impressive, if I do say so myself.” {oh, shut it, Em}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Save Max?” Hilary questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yup.” Emily nodded. “There was this huge glass door that was going to fall right on top of Max, when whoosh! Kai just jumps out of nowhere and tackles Max out of the way, just in time. Probably saved his life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow…” Hilary, in spite of herself, was impressed, and it came through in her voice. Emily and Mariah exchanged wide grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, Emily, this poor girl has got one major case of Kai-pox.” {the what?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kai-pox?” Hilary asked sarcastically, scrunching up her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh don’t worry; we’ve both gone through it.” {I should hope so! Coz (and I don't wanna sound like Sakura but) KAI IS MINE!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No—I mean okay—but…&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kai-pox?!&lt;/span&gt;” Hilary felt the need to reiterate the point here. {Srsly, guys}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily sighed, a look of vague annoyance crossing her features. “I know, it’s so unscientific, but Mariah insisted.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wha-a-at? I think it’s cute.” {U think pink is cute ... okay, on you maybe, but come on (ok, and Rei wasn't that bad of a choice as well)} Mariah smirked, flashing one pointed canine. “It’s better than Kai-osis or Hiwatari-itis, isn’t it?” {I could go for Hiwatari-itis}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily lowered her eyelids half way and regarded Mariah over her half-moon glasses in exasperation. “The purpose of comparison is to establish a level of variance. You can’t take a bunch of bad ideas and rank them, it’s redundant.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well gee, Mrs. Smarty-pants, if you’re so witty why don’t you come up with something better?” Mariah returned Emily’s look with one of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily’s pursed lips were all the answer Mariah needed for her question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But wait, wait a minute. Don’t you…” Hilary looked at Mariah, confusedly. “Don’t you… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;… Rei?” {Sam res ... STAY AWAY FROM KAI!} The word ‘like’ seemed odd and unusual on her lips, she hoped the other girls didn’t notice her hesitation. She felt so silly, talking about ‘boys’ like a love-crazy girl. Yet Emily and Mariah made it look so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, of course!” Mariah looked at Hilary like she’d just asked if the sky was blue. “Of course I like Rei. He’s sweet, handsome, smart, everything I could ever want in a guy… But, you know, that doesn’t mean I can’t… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the finer qualities in other boys… And my, does that Hiwatari have a damn sexy body!” {Underestimation of the year} Mariah grinned predatorily and Hilary gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mariah!” Hilary admonished. “Don’t &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; that?” {Coz it's underestimation of the year}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well don’t you agree?” Emily asked, looking at Hilary. “I mean, you couldn’t &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; for a better body. {No} And albeit the whole ‘traitor’ thing was a turnoff, but you gotta admit… even just a little, that that bad boy attitude is quite attractive.” {&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; nothing =P ... *big guilty smile*}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I…well, I…” Hilary was once again at a loss for words as both girls watched her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“C’mon, admit it!” Mariah coaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, okay! Fine, he’s hot, ok? You happy now?” {Hot doesn't begin to cover it} Hilary caved and blurted out the admission. Oddly enough it wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. It even made her feel good to say it and she smiled a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There we go! Finally! Now we’re getting somewhere! Acceptance is the first step!” Mariah exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The first step to what?” Emily challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“To getting him to notice her! Now, I admit, Kai is a stuck up snob, but Hilary here seem to be a smart, independent girl here. No way would she let him walk all over her like some love-sick fan-girl. Hiwatari needs to learn some good humility after all; and there’s nothing better to burst his ego bubble than a girl… Now, Hilary here seems to know absolutely nothing about boys—” {LOL}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary protested but her voice was completely unheard as Mariah continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“—so I propose we team up to give her some pointers!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily didn’t look convinced. “Hmm… I don’t know. Kai’s a bit… much for a first experience isn’t he?”&lt;br /&gt;{No, he isn't ... like u don't know where I'm going with this}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me?! How do you know I’ve never been out with a boy?” Hilary spluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because you just said so, dear, now let the big girls talk.” Mariah said without even looking at Hilary. {LOOOOOOOOL}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oie! I don’t like to be ignored!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mariah, I just don’t know. Setting someone up is fine… But setting someone up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kai Hiwatari&lt;/span&gt;?” Emily was still unconvinced.&lt;br /&gt;{*BIG SMILE*}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’ll be like the ultimate challenge!” Mariah clasped her hand together, looking positively gleeful.&lt;br /&gt;{YEAH, PICK ME! PICK ME!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, now what exactly is wrong with Kai anyway?” Hilary, annoyed felt the need to interrupt these girls who’d suddenly and without even asking, thrust themselves into her personal life. How would they know who is good for her or not? “Kai seems like an intelligent, responsible person. It might just be shy, or introverted. There’s nothing wrong with that.” {girl, you srsly don't know what you're talking about ... Kai is P-R-F-E-C-T ... he's the definition of PRFECT and you can't be labeling him}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily stared at Hilary as though she’d never seen her before. “Wow, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have it bad don’t you?” {u keep comming out with these underestimations of the year}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Speaking of Mr. Heartthrob, where is he?” Mariah craned her neck over the back of the couch to look around. “I haven’t seen him since the beginning of lunch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily sent a cursory look around the room. “I don’t see him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary then joined the search. “Where do you think he went? I didn’t know we were allowed to leave… he might have just gone to the washroom or something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ohh… worried are we?” Mariah asked coyly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Am not!” Hilary answered hotly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever.” Mariah dropped down into the couch and leaned close. “Now tell me, what did you notice first about him? Was it the eyes or his biceps?” {both}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mariah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oooh, maybe it was his cute butt!” {okay, now that's my buissiness ^^}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MARIAH!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uglavnem, amazingly written. (ne bi blo tolk amazing, če ne bi jst Sholay vprašala, kam bo šla s tem, pa je rekla da nč dlje ... no romance, just little hints ... I LIKE little hints)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Kuzco: You threw off my groove! &lt;br /&gt;Guard: I'm sorry, but you've thrown off the emperor's groove. &lt;br /&gt;Old Guy: {being thrown out the window} So-ooo-rrr-rry! &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SOcJ7BDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PgYG3J9o3F4/s1600-h/ga990225.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SOcJ7BDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PgYG3J9o3F4/s400/ga990225.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332070891859412018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SOAqd0MI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Od_EmTGFJBE/s1600-h/ga990223.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SOAqd0MI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Od_EmTGFJBE/s400/ga990223.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332070884479717570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SN6IwcJI/AAAAAAAAAms/E4aUI0foS0U/s1600-h/ga960717.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SN6IwcJI/AAAAAAAAAms/E4aUI0foS0U/s400/ga960717.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332070882727719058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SNn8ckKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/o_6Bmgu8h5c/s1600-h/ga960718.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SNn8ckKI/AAAAAAAAAmk/o_6Bmgu8h5c/s400/ga960718.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332070877844246690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SNgoaFBI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_nBFT9RU92Q/s1600-h/ga960708.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SNgoaFBI/AAAAAAAAAmc/_nBFT9RU92Q/s400/ga960708.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332070875881149458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-5825838148904574729?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/5825838148904574729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=5825838148904574729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5825838148904574729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5825838148904574729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/05/poor-hillary.html' title='Poor Hillary'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf9SOcJ7BDI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PgYG3J9o3F4/s72-c/ga990225.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-8155060935685986383</id><published>2009-05-03T16:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T17:11:27.843+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm with Garfield</title><content type='html'>Jutr je pondelk ... I HATE MONDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jutr je šola ... I HATE MONDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jutr je služba ... I HATE MONDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jutr je treba ob 6.45 ustat ... I HATE MONDAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;And mondays hate me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Svetovni rekord v pisanju knjige ... eno poglave, ki je samo 5 strani dolgo in je praktično že napisana 1/3 prvega dela knjige. Sm se kr ustrašla. Pol sm pa pogledala spredaj pri motivih in se zavedla, da je pravzaprav ŠE FUUUUL do konca. Torej bo prvi del dolg približno 3-4 poglavij ... ampak pol se štale šele začnejo (kar je sicer logično ... prvi del se dogaja vzporedno z zadnjim delom tretje knjige in je ubistvu sam zgodba tamkajšnjih nepoznanih igralcev, ki so pa tu glavni).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aja, na željo Sholay sm se na DeviantArt upisala (DemonDarakna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Včeri sem šla gledat Fast and Furious 4 ... dober film ... tri orenk car chaseji. (no, en, ena tekma pa eno še neki vmes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campos: So, you know each other?&lt;br /&gt;Dominic Toretto: He used to date my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Campos: You're a lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;Brian O'Conner: How's that?&lt;br /&gt;Campos: You're still breathing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian O'Conner: Ya know, I've been thinking, when you blew up your car, that means you blew up mine too.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic Toretto: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Brian O'Conner: Yeah, so now you owe me a 10 second car.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic Toretto: Is that right?&lt;br /&gt;Brian O'Conner: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Dominic Toretto: [breaks window to Subaru WRX Sti] Now we're even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dober je k Dom premaga O'Connerja tako, da se zabije vanjga, pol pa O'Conner cel preostanek filma: "Kaj sem tolk dobr ratu, da si se mogu vame zaletet, da si me zmagu?" in "If you haven't cheated I'd win, you know that don't you?" Itak je Dom cel čas tiho, razen na koncu, k je O'Conner čisto pofentan, pa Dom ubistvu edinkrat skrb zanjga pokaže, pa je taprva stvar k jo O'Conner na robu zavesti reče:&lt;br /&gt;"Can I ask you something?"&lt;br /&gt;Dom: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;O'Conner: "You know I'd won that race if you haven't cheated, right?"&lt;br /&gt;Dom: "You hit your head pretty hard."&lt;br /&gt;(kao, to je edina razlaga)&lt;br /&gt;Tadva bi morala imeti enkrat pravo tekmo ... nekje, kjer ne bi šlo vse narobe ... nekaj podobnega tisti čisto na koncu prvega dela ... sam, da spet, tam je šlo vse skupaj k vragu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuzco: Okay, this is the real me.&lt;br /&gt;{Shows llama}&lt;br /&gt; Not this. &lt;br /&gt;{Shows human Kuzco}&lt;br /&gt;This! &lt;br /&gt;{Shows llama}&lt;br /&gt;Not this.&lt;br /&gt;{Shows human Kuzco}&lt;br /&gt;Winner. &lt;br /&gt;{Shows llama}&lt;br /&gt;Loser!&lt;br /&gt;-- Emperors new groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf20DCMWRVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ivD-5nGlRDI/s1600-h/ga990210.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf20CmDP5-I/AAAAAAAAAl8/A86T3odflZs/s400/ga990219.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331615490543445986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf20ClRU3LI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-kFv7F3OyhI/s1600-h/ga990222.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf20ClRU3LI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-kFv7F3OyhI/s400/ga990222.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331615490334055602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-8155060935685986383?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/8155060935685986383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=8155060935685986383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8155060935685986383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8155060935685986383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-with-garfield.html' title='I&apos;m with Garfield'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sf20DCMWRVI/AAAAAAAAAmU/ivD-5nGlRDI/s72-c/ga990210.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-240184466092113075</id><published>2009-04-30T23:00:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:22:14.057+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garfield'/><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>Aha ... pazi to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustrezne kariere za strelca so: sodnik, znanstvenik, astronavt, turstični vodič in potovalni agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To samo po sebi ni nič čudnega ...&lt;br /&gt;Potem pa seveda damo, da je Marduk Azazel rojen decembra leta 118, prvega veka ... in je posledično Strelec.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I guess everybody's asking ... Who is Marduk Azazel?&lt;br /&gt;In short?&lt;br /&gt;Je najbolj iskani morilec v zgodovini poznane in nepoznane fantazije.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sodnik&lt;/span&gt; tole me najbolj nasmeje ... ja, lahko je, da se ima za sodnika. Kakor pri Riddicku:&lt;br /&gt;Jones: "Doctors on the battlefield decide who lives and who dies. It's called TRIAGE."&lt;br /&gt;Riddick: "Kept callin' it a murder when I did it."&lt;br /&gt;Em, ja ... Marduk je čisto po Riddicku narjen ... priznam. Ampak z razlogom XP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aja, mimogrede ... danes sem dokončala program ... YAY for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;Seveda sem pred tem gledala Anywhere but home ... koncert od Evanescence, ki sem si ga snela + Mamma Mia sve z mamo gledale. Zdaj si pa snemam Daredevil-a ... da malo obudim spomine, kjer sem prvič slišala za Evanescence oz. njihovo musko. (Aja ... pa ne povejte Ursh, ker je bila pomojem danes že tko čisto penasta ker sem zanalašč dala naj kaže, kaj moj MediaPlayer špila in sem skoraj da pol dneva poslušala Evanescence ... plus, avatar imam Amy Lee XP ...&lt;br /&gt;Sploh ne vem, kaj je folku zadnje čase da me na veliko proba spreobrnit od tega kar sem. Mogoče sem malo preveč se začela kazat, pa bi morala biti spet tiho in poslušati in kimati, češ, da je to dobro (pa prvič slišim za stvar) in da tisto tudi meni ni všeč (pa poslušam že celo življenje). Mogoče je pa tudi on pod stresom od faxa, sam da oni ne jamrajo, ampak raje uničujejo lajf nekomu, ki se ali pa se ne pusti. &lt;br /&gt;Zdaj vem, kaj je Saša mislila s: sam pri folku pa res ne smeš nič več rečt, da se pol ne začnejo vtikat vate.&lt;br /&gt;In mislim, da je tudi ona prevzela moj moto: FOLK JE GLUP =)) ... well, it's true).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Malo berem tisto, kar je bilo izpod moje roke napisano prejšnji teden in ugotavljam, da sem v enem tednu fentala več folka k prej v dveh letih skup. XP ... pač blo jih je treba ... tak je začetek zgodbe. Vojna je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shenzi:&lt;/span&gt; What's the hurry? We'd &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;looove&lt;/span&gt; you to stick around for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Banzai:&lt;/span&gt; Yeaaaah! We could have whatever's... "lion" around! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{In the background}&lt;/span&gt; Get it? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lion&lt;/span&gt; around! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{laughs}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shenzi:&lt;/span&gt; Oh wait, wait, wait. I got one, I got one. Make mine a "cub" sandwich. Whatcha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Peals of uncontrollable laughter. Ed jumps up and starts gesticulating and jabbering.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shenzi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt; Ed? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Banzai:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Looking where Ed is pointing}&lt;/span&gt; Hey, did we order this dinner to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Shenzi:&lt;/span&gt; No. Why?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Banzai:&lt;/span&gt; 'Cause &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;there it goes!&lt;br /&gt;{Camera view to the cubs running off; they stop after a bit. Quick camera jump showing Zazu being caught in mid-flight.} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- LION KING&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWaTUiTqI/AAAAAAAAAls/6OL_elwR2GE/s1600-h/ga981214.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWaTUiTqI/AAAAAAAAAls/6OL_elwR2GE/s400/ga981214.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330597750065221282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWaOMk_wI/AAAAAAAAAlk/dMLHDAsoccI/s1600-h/ga990103.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWaOMk_wI/AAAAAAAAAlk/dMLHDAsoccI/s400/ga990103.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330597748689665794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWZwvUn2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/IMG-zqB7sgE/s1600-h/ga990111.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWZwvUn2I/AAAAAAAAAlc/IMG-zqB7sgE/s400/ga990111.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330597740782329698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWZ2HV2AI/AAAAAAAAAlU/DLxoV5XrEbc/s1600-h/ga990113.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWZ2HV2AI/AAAAAAAAAlU/DLxoV5XrEbc/s400/ga990113.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330597742225250306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWZSeW4fI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JptbKmtY6Jw/s1600-h/ga990127.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWZSeW4fI/AAAAAAAAAlM/JptbKmtY6Jw/s400/ga990127.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330597732658110962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-240184466092113075?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/240184466092113075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=240184466092113075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/240184466092113075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/240184466092113075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfoWaTUiTqI/AAAAAAAAAls/6OL_elwR2GE/s72-c/ga981214.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-6069572000396857478</id><published>2009-04-27T21:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:31:01.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The best of: SG-1 The Ark of Truth</title><content type='html'>Aha ... read and laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bold&lt;/span&gt; - dies laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;[Teal'c looks around then goes to assist. A bored Vala remains lying on a fallen slab, absently playing with something in her hand. Teal'c and Daniel carry the heavy chest out into the open.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Really think this is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel dusts off more of the cover of the chest with a brush.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Well, it's covered in Ancient writing. These symbols here are part of the oldest dialect I'm aware of. It says: "Safely kept is the...something of old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vala sits up.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    What's the "something", Daniel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Well, if I knew for sure, I wouldn't have said "the something..."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(turns to Teal'c)&lt;br /&gt;    Why am I answering her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Stop your yammering and open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    We can't just open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Well, if this is what I think it is, it's a powerful piece of Ancient technology capable of making anyone who looks into it believe that the Ori...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL AND VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (speaking together)&lt;br /&gt;    ...are not gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    As far as we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Well, we already believe that. No harm done. Open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    I said "as far as we know." There may be other things it's capable of making you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Maybe...we're supposed to believe those other things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    You know what? That's beside the point. There's another reason we can't just open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    Look at my hands, all right? They are raw and bleeding. I've broken every nail. We've been out here in the scorching heat for days. I haven't showered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    None of us have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    That is painfully obvious.&lt;/span&gt; Now, according to you, this crusty old chest is our salvation from oppression at the hands of the Ori army. Our best—and maybe only—remaining chance that we have. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We've dug how many holes in the ground? Help me out here, Muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TEAL'C&lt;br /&gt;    Many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Exasperated, Daniel tosses his excavation brush aside.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Now, all the years the Jaffa were here, they knew that Dakara was the first landing place of the Alterans in this galaxy. You mean to tell me they never looked for Ancient artifacts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TEAL'C&lt;br /&gt;    There were a few artifacts that were excavated and catalogued when the city was being rebuilt. But with the constant change of leadership, little time, or manpower—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (talking over him)&lt;br /&gt;    Yes, yes, yes and blah, blah, blah. But here we are. Finally, we may have found it. The ultimate weapon. So could someone please explain to me why we can't confirm our blessed fortune by simply opening it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Because it's sealed shut! It literally won't open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel demonstrates.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Why didn't you say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I was trying to, but you wouldn't stop your yammering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Teal'c looks up at the sky, alert at some noise. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vala goes over the equipment and grabs a pickaxe, heading back towards the chest.&lt;/span&gt; Daniel stands and hurries over, wrestling with her over the tool.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Wait! No, no, no, no, no! You can't do that! I told you, this is a piece of technology. You could damage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    It's been buried for millions of years, Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TEAL'C&lt;br /&gt;    Quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL AND VALA&lt;br /&gt;    What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (over radio)&lt;br /&gt;    Hey, kids, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Some gunfire can be heard over Mitchell's transmission. The three look up to see Ori fighters soar over their heads.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (over radio)&lt;br /&gt;    We are under fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In another area of the ruins, Mitchell and Carter exchange fire with Ori soldiers. Both reload their clips.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    I do not remember sending out invitations to this party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They continue shooting. More Ori soldiers continue to arrive.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    We have to fall back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mitchell nods. Covering each other, the pair make a controlled retreat.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ORI SOLDIER&lt;br /&gt;    Move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Ori troops advance, taking cover where Mitchell and Carter just were. Mitchell and Carter go through some large metal doors and rejoin their teammates. Teal'c and Daniel are already taking firing positions: Daniel stands by the chest, Teal'c by a standing pillar. Vala hurries over to where Mitchell crouches by a large stone block.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    What are you doing? We have to go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    We know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    There's too many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    There's no other way out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (through gritted teeth)&lt;br /&gt;    We know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (to Daniel, gesturing at chest)&lt;br /&gt;    How about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Yeah, now works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel puts down his P-90 and grabs a hammer and chisel. He starts working at the chest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel's chiseling can be heard from the other side of the doors where the Ori stand ready. The commander arrives.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ORI SOLDIER&lt;br /&gt;    Commander, we have them trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The commander takes off his helmet and tosses it to the soldier. It is Tomin.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    TOMIN&lt;br /&gt;    (yelling to the doorway)&lt;br /&gt;    Vala, it's Tomin. Throw down your weapons and surrender, and I promise you will all be spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vala looks bemused.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (low)&lt;br /&gt;    That's funny.&lt;br /&gt;    (yelling back)&lt;br /&gt;    I was just about to say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vala turns back to Daniel making a "hurry up" gesture". Daniel continues to work at the chest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TOMIN&lt;br /&gt;    Vala, you have to trust me. Your position has been targeted from space. Comply now, or you will be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (to Mitchell)&lt;br /&gt;    I think we have to trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel grunts with the efforts to pry open the lid and shakes his head. The chest isn't budging.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    What if we got them to open it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Carter and Mitchell exchange thoughtful looks. Daniel, breathing hard from the exertion, also seems to consider it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Well, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (reluctantly)&lt;br /&gt;    All right. Invite him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Grim faced, Mitchell sets down his rifle and steps back.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (yelling to Tomin)&lt;br /&gt;    Um, you can come in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TOMIN&lt;br /&gt;    What are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (deadpan)&lt;br /&gt;    Wow, we really are on the same page. Took the words right out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Frowning, Tomin steps up to Mitchell.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    How did you know we were here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;    The power of the Ori need not be questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tomin steps back and bows down. The Prior strides in. It is the same one who used to be the Administrator of Ver Ager, and whom Tomin had previously questioned as to interpretation of the Book of Origin.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Oh, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Smiling, the Prior turns to Daniel.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;    Tell me. What is this artifact you have found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Hang on a second. Shouldn't you know that already? Your logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    No, wait, wait. No need to be difficult here. You want to know what it is, I'll tell you. Inside this Ark is the secret to destroying the armies of the Ori, and I think the last thing you're gonna want to do is open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;    You think I fear the contents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    I—I'm saying you really should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;    Open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Two soldiers step forward.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    You didn't hear what I just said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;    Open it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The soldiers try to lift the lid, but it remains closed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ORI SOLDIER&lt;br /&gt;    It's sealed shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Prior nods to Tomin. The soldiers step back as Tomin raises his staff weapon.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Wait! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tomin fires, blasting the lid to pieces. Cringing from the debris, Daniel lowers his hands and peeks into the chest. Tomin steps forward and reaches inside. Vala tries to peek from over Mitchell's shoulder. Tomin pulls out some scrolls that crumble into dust in his hands.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Okay. Not what I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;    Foolhardy are those who do not follow the path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Anyone want to bet what he's gonna say next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;    Kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Could've made money on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARRICK&lt;br /&gt;    I believe protocol requires me to notify you that I will be interrogating the prisoner personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    What prisoner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARRICK&lt;br /&gt;    I believe your report refers to him as Tomin. No last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Oh! Right, sorry. I, uh, I get confused. See, we were thinking of him more as...a guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARRICK&lt;br /&gt;    (chuckling wryly)&lt;br /&gt;    Of course. My mistake. I trust the enemy commander hell-bent on our total annihilation has been given comfortable quarters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Yeah. He's had a change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marrick smiles from Landry to Mitchell, then sidles closer.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARRICK&lt;br /&gt;    Come on, Colonel. Don't all bad guys say that after we capture them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mitchell steps forward, his posture aggressive.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Actually, he captured us...and then he surrendered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    LANDRY&lt;br /&gt;    Former CIA, black ops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Oh, great. So, the IOA is having one of our own spies spy on us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    LANDRY&lt;br /&gt;    (nodding)&lt;br /&gt;    I have no doubt the IOA chose him carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Why do I get the feeling we're gonna miss Woolsey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    His consciousness is gone now, but he was the one who helped me build the device that was sent to eliminate the Ori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tomin sits and shifts uncomfortably.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    We hope. We think that these visions might be remnants of Merlin's memories left behind intentionally to steer us in the direction of the Ark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tomin laughs in disbelief.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    TOMIN&lt;br /&gt;    And you think I'm crazy for believing in the Ori?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Not crazy, Tomin. Just...wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tomin seems struck by a sudden thought. He leans forward.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TOMIN&lt;br /&gt;    You've both read the Book of Origin, have you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (nodding)&lt;br /&gt;    Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TOMIN&lt;br /&gt;    (standing)&lt;br /&gt;    Do you not remember the part about Ortus Mallum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    You'll have to forgive me, I don't know it by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Oh. Uh, big book with fine print and not many pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mitchell enters the bridge. Several of the crew are already there, preparing for the mission.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Pre-flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARKS&lt;br /&gt;    We're ready to go, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;[Mitchell approaches the command chair and hesitates before committing to sit in it, adopting a pose like Captain Kirk of Star Trek.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    All right. Weapons to maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARKS&lt;br /&gt;    (nonplussed)&lt;br /&gt;    Sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    It's a joke, Marks. Make it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Mitchell waves impatiently. Marks presses some buttons.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    Wh-you got us here. If we showed you a star map, could you direct us to the coordinates of the planet where Celestis is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tomin shrugs and nods.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    We're talking about the Vatican of the Ori followers, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Well, if the fires are out, then it's likely Merlin's device worked and the Ori are dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TEAL'C&lt;br /&gt;    But the Priors are not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Well, we didn't come all this way to stop now, did we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mitchell and Carter step out of an elevator. Marrick stands in the corridor, blocking their path.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MARRICK&lt;br /&gt;    Why was I not notified that you had someone onboard with new intel about Ori army activity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I'm sure I called for you. There was no answer. Oh wait. I may not have pressed the comm button all the way down. Wow, I must've looked stupid standing there talking to myself. Anyway, if you'll excuse us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARKS&lt;br /&gt;    (over radio)&lt;br /&gt;    Sir, someone has turned on the Asgard core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Carter overhears and stops her scanning.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (into radio)&lt;br /&gt;    What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (to Carter)&lt;br /&gt;    You really need to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tomin digs in an area. Vala studies a handheld scanner while walking near Teal'c.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Well, I hate to be the downer at this party, but this is hopeless. I'm not getting any energy readings. So, short of literally looking under every rock and stone on this mountain, I'm not sure what we're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Teal'c steps closer, looking beyond Vala. She notices Teal'c's distraction and turns.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel stands uphill from them, riveted at attention. He sees a shaft of daylight coming through the trees and a glowing, incorporeal vision of Merlin stands over a flat slab of stone before disappearing into the ground beneath. Daniel moves forward.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Or we could wait for Daniel to have another one of his visions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Daniel approaches the area where Merlin was.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (calling back)&lt;br /&gt;    Guys, I think there's something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ABOUT CREATING A REPLICATOR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARRICK&lt;br /&gt;    Don't worry, Colonel. It's being contained by a force shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    For now! If you knew anything about these things, you'd know nothing will hold it for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Do you have any idea what it finally took to eradicate these little buggers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marrick nods and sits.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARRICK&lt;br /&gt;    Exactly why it'll be so effective in neutralizing the Ori fleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Carter spins to Mitchell, flabbergasted.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    That's your plan? What are you, totally nuts?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Yeah, but they can track us in hyperspace, and we can't stay there forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mitchell starts to leave.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    (calling after him)&lt;br /&gt;    Look, believe me, if we don't find that replicator or this self-destruct command, "forever"? Not gonna be a big issue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The tunnel is clearly man-made, reinforced by stonework. But there is much debris on the ground and hanging from the ceilings. They begin to walk cautiously, their flashlights moving to illuminate the structure.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (over radio)&lt;br /&gt;    Hey guys, this is Mitchell. We're going to have to beam you aboard immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (into radio)&lt;br /&gt;    Wait, you can't. Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (over radio)&lt;br /&gt;    Yeah, well, Marrick activated the Asgard core, so we're expecting Ori ships around here sometime soon. Plus, we have a little replicator problem, so we're gonna jump into hyperspace to avoid the bad guys while we deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel and Teal'c stop short.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (into radio)&lt;br /&gt;    I'm sorry, did you say "replicator problem"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (over radio)&lt;br /&gt;    Unfortunately, yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[Teal'c and Daniel exchange looks.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The team stands still, waiting to be beamed to Odyssey.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOMIN&lt;br /&gt;    What's a replicator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TEAL'C&lt;br /&gt;    You do not wish to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (over radio)&lt;br /&gt;    Yeah, it's me again, your friendly neighborhood ship's commander. Uh, looks like you've got a little more time down there. We're having a bit of trouble with the beaming thing at the moment. I promise, you'll be the first to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The signal degrades to static.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Okay, so... Onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The being moving through the tunnel again. Some time later, they reach an area where boulders have completely blocked the tunnel.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    What do you think, Muscles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Teal'c opens a vest pocket and pulls out a block of C-4 with a detonator attached to it. He begins to pull the tab on the detonator so it can be set off.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Wait, wait, wait! You can't! We don't know how stable this tunnel is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TEAL'C&lt;br /&gt;    Shall we turn back, then, Daniel Jackson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (after a moment)&lt;br /&gt;    Bombs away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;    (turning to look at Landry)&lt;br /&gt;    I was wrong. You are not courageous, General. You are without reason. Your planet will burn in all the depths of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    LANDRY&lt;br /&gt;    Oh, we'll see about that... There is one thing I do know for sure. If we're going to hell, then you're coming with us.&lt;br /&gt;    (smiling falsely)&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You go ahead and burst into flames if you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mitchell approaches Carter, Marks, and Captain Binder.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    I assume you haven't found the magic cut-off switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    No. If the replicators are gonna come after the core sooner or later, I don't know why they haven't yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    BINDER&lt;br /&gt;    Consolidating their numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    Whatever they're trying to do, eventually, they're gonna want to take total control of this ship, and, in order to do that, (gesturing to Asgard core room)&lt;br /&gt;    they're going to have to get into this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    We should stop them from doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    BINDER&lt;br /&gt;    I've got people trapped all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARKS&lt;br /&gt;    The replicators have locked down most of the elevators and bulkheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    Trying to restrict crew movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARKS&lt;br /&gt;    They've also shut down systems over much of the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    It takes a lot of power to replicate. My guess is the queen has set up shop somewhere close to our main conduit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (to Binder)&lt;br /&gt;    Position all the personnel you have right here. Protect that room at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Binder nods.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    We should probably weld the door shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    BINDER&lt;br /&gt;    You won't be able to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    If the replicators make it into the core, it's not gonna matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Do it. I'm gonna go find the queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He starts to walk away.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    BINDER&lt;br /&gt;    How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (calling back)&lt;br /&gt;    Like grandma said, "You want honey? Follow the bees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARKS&lt;br /&gt;    (to Carter and Binder)&lt;br /&gt;    Sounds like a good way of getting stung to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Binder leaves as Carter and Marks walk into the core room.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (painfully)&lt;br /&gt;    Oh, god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DOCI&lt;br /&gt;    Your gods cannot save you now, Daniel Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Actually, that-that's just a statement of general dissatisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Adria steps around the Ark toward Vala. Her voice is distorted as she speaks.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    Good to see you, Mother. Or should I call you Vala? I believe you renounced our blood relation last time I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She begins to circle Vala and the Ark repeatedly as she walks and talks. Vala turns in her place to keep her back to Adria.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (tiredly)&lt;br /&gt;    Seems you have no blood left to speak of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    You'll be somewhat satisfied to know that Merlin's weapon did work. The Ori were destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Adria disappears and reappears in a different place in the room, then resumes walking in the circle.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    Somehow, you and your simple human friends managed to destroy quite a large group of very powerful ascended beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Well, we're a very determined bunch. I always say, you never know what you can do until you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    You don't seem too cut up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    (smiling)&lt;br /&gt;    No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She disappears and reappears on the other side of the room.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    The energy transferred to the Ori by their human followers used to be spread out among many. Now that I have ascended, I get it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    If you don't kill us all first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Adria again disappears and reappears on the other side of the room.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    It's a shame I can't use your little discovery to convince everyone in your galaxy to follow me. It would be much more humane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She laughs out loud, and Vala finally looks at her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    Not as much fun, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Not wanting to give you any ideas, but why can't you use the Ark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    It's just not the same. People need to be convinced to see me for what I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    A spoiled brat with a god complex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    (smiling)&lt;br /&gt;    Now, mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    The Ark can only be programmed to make people believe what is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    Once the Ancients have been destroyed, I will be a being of unchallengeable power, worshipped by all those beneath me. A true god by any definition, wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seemingly feeling better, Vala puts her hands on the Ark and looks at Adria with a vague smirk.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marrick advances on Mitchell.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    You know, I think we really... We got off on the wrong foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mitchell gets to his knees and pulls out his pistol. Before he can fire, Marrick moves his arm aside, picks him up, and throws him into a stack of metal barrels. Mitchell groans as he rolls back and forth on the ground. He now has a cut near his left eye. Marrick starts to advance on him again.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Oh...who am I kidding? I knew you were an asshole the moment we met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He searches his pockets for the detonator. A few steps away, Marrick picks it up from the deck.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARRICK&lt;br /&gt;    You looking for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Wow. Did I drop that? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I don't supposed you'd mind flipping that switch and blowing us both up, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vala stands at the Ark, her hands on it, as she continues her conversation with Adria.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Why do you need to take on the Ancients? Seriously. How many human worshippers do you really need? Can't you just live with what you have and be happy?&lt;br /&gt;    (approaching Adria)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I mean, my own mother used to say to me, "Vala, happiness is no something you can buy." Or in my case, steal. But I think the point is—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    They are a threat to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Now they speak face-to-face.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    From what I understand, they don't even care about you. They saw the Ori as a threat, and they did nothing about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    That's what you chose to believe. They gave you the means to destroy the Ori. They'll stop at nothing to destroy me. I will not rest until they are all wiped from existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (sighing)&lt;br /&gt;    I wish you hadn't inherited my determination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARKS&lt;br /&gt;    (looking at control screen)&lt;br /&gt;    We just dropped out of hyperspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    That's funny. I was just thinking we couldn't get any more screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Marrick continues beating Mitchell, slugging or kicking him each time he tries to get up. Mitchell's face is very bloody, and his movements are slow. He shoves Mitchell up against some power conduits on the wall. He grabs Mitchell by the throat and chokes him, growling in anger. Mitchell reaches around Marrick and pulls the replicator leg out of the base of his skull. Marrick weakens for a moment then comes to his human self.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MARRICK&lt;br /&gt;    (pleading)&lt;br /&gt;    Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Believe me, I'm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mitchell gets up slowly and painfully. He rests for a moment against a support structure on the side of the corridor. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He sees something arising from what should be Marrick's body. It is a complex replicator shaped like the skeleton of a human. It stands upright and starts walking toward Mitchell. Mitchell looks back to see more regular replicators coming around the corner from behind him. He doesn't appear able to move.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Oh, give me a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The team enters while Vala speaks.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    And then she just suddenly disappeared somewhere, as if she had something really important to do, and when I turned around, about seven symbols on the Ark were glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The reach the Ark and Daniel starts to examine it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    It was Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Is she helping? Because if she is, I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (urgently)&lt;br /&gt;    Which seven symbols?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Uh, well you don't expect me to remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    With the fate of two galaxies hanging in the balance, yes, I expect you to remember the essential clue given to you by a powerful Ascended being!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    It's not that they were glowing for that long! It was more like a bright light, and when I turned around, I realized I was alone and went to look for you—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (interrupting)&lt;br /&gt;    Which ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (gesturing at various areas of the device)&lt;br /&gt;    Uh, one here, two here, two here, and two there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (frustrated)&lt;br /&gt;    Did they come in any order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    No, all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    (sarcastic)&lt;br /&gt;    Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TEAL'C&lt;br /&gt;    Someone is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel moves around to the long edge of the Ark, near Vala. He and Vala are rushed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Uh, okay, seven symbols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Just...make a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Verimas is uh, "truth" in Ancient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel begins to touch the symbols.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (gesturing)&lt;br /&gt;    Two there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He finishes typing out verimas but nothing happens.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tomin looks at the doorway and sees it is the Doci who is arriving, walking slowly through the doorway. Daniel and Vala look at him in alarm. Teal'c fires at him with his Ori staff weapon. The Doci deflects the shot and uses his telekinesis to throw Teal'c across the room. Tomin approaches and the Doci throws him into a wall as well. The Doci stares at the Ark, Daniel and Vala with interest.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Ark shuts off, leaving the Doci stunned.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    (reaching out a hand)&lt;br /&gt;    No! You can't take away my power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The Doci looks around in some confusion.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    I think... we just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel rubs his injured shoulder and looks around, also confused.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    You will all burn in the fires of eternal damnation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Teal'c stands. From where he sits, Tomin sees a white light coming from the corridor. It takes form as Morgan Le Fay.]&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MORGAN LE FAY&lt;br /&gt;    (to Adria)&lt;br /&gt;    Not if I have anything to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ADRIA&lt;br /&gt;    You're no match for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MORGAN LE FAY&lt;br /&gt;    (smiling)&lt;br /&gt;    I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Adria appears afraid. Morgan Le Fay suddenly loses her bodily form and launches herself as white ascended energy at Adria. Adria's eyes glow red, and she bursts into red flames. The two energy forms rush at each other and collide over the center of the room. They swirl in battle as the team looks on. Then they both disappear.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DOCI&lt;br /&gt;    (contemplatively)&lt;br /&gt;    Mia clementia denar esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    (to Tomin)&lt;br /&gt;    What? What did he say? I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TOMIN&lt;br /&gt;    He said, "Have mercy. I was blind, but now I see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    How are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Eh, you know, I've felt worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    (reluctantly)&lt;br /&gt;    Well, apparently, when you're feeling better, the IOA wants to meet with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (leaning back)&lt;br /&gt;    Uh huh, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    (nodding)&lt;br /&gt;    Mmm-hmm. Something about an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They chuckle.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know... my recovery could take a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    Yeah. Not too long, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[She pats his leg without thinking.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (in pain)&lt;br /&gt;    No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    Oh! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    (rasping out the words)&lt;br /&gt;    That's okay. I guess maybe that hurts a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SG-1 walks through the corridor together. They are geared up for a mission.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    It's kind of weird not having a big bad guy to fight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CARTER&lt;br /&gt;    Yeah. That's how we felt when we defeated the Goa'uld... and the replicators... the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    Well, Jackson and Vala took care of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    That whole Ori thing was not our fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Just take the blame. You get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT—SGC GATEROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[SG-1 enter.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    We played a big part in fixing the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    That you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    TEAL'C&lt;br /&gt;    There are still many planets in our gate system that remain unexplored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[They enter the gate room and gather at the bottom of the ramp.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;    Yes, let's see what mysteries P3K-546 will hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    VALA&lt;br /&gt;    And what treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;    I'm sure something will come up. Walter, hit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The gate begins to spin.] &lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-6069572000396857478?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/6069572000396857478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=6069572000396857478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6069572000396857478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6069572000396857478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-of-sg-1-ark-of-truth.html' title='The best of: SG-1 The Ark of Truth'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4663797545704488028</id><published>2009-04-27T18:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:37:07.903+02:00</updated><title type='text'>these days</title><content type='html'>I know many of you (aka ZERO) have been wondering ... what is Darakna up to these days.&lt;br /&gt;Well ... let me tell you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up to watching to the end of SG-1 seson 10.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to be up to watching the Ark of truth and Continuum ... aka SG-1 movies (with Cam Mitchell, Vala Mal Doran, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, General Jack O'Neill, General Landry, Samantha Carter etc. --- aka THE BEST TEAM IN THE WORLD (right along with the BladeBreakers and Team 7 ... but then again ... they both sometimes loose the best part of them)).&lt;br /&gt;And I've been up to playing FF7 ... came to Vincet and Sephiroth is still on the run. Oh, and Yuffi just stole all of our materia that little brat of a tief. (And Berrett went all mad about it XP) ... oh, and we just got Cid on the team. So there's Cloud, Tifa, Berrett, Aeris, RedXII, Yuffie, Cait Sith, Vincent, Cid ... I think that is all. Oh, and Reno and Rude and Elena are all like:&lt;br /&gt;E: "YOU SCUM! We need to fight."&lt;br /&gt;Rude: "..."&lt;br /&gt;Reno: "Leave them alone, Elena ... we're having the day off, remember."&lt;br /&gt;Komplicirana igrca ... pa niti še čez 1CD/3 nism pršla.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we've been up to this:&lt;br /&gt;"Kaj bi storili vi?&lt;br /&gt;Če bi se znašli na prostem – s sovražniki, ki jih slišite prihajati iz obeh koncev soteske, v kateri ne živi niti miš in zaradi trde skale ne morete pobegniti niti v podzemlje – ter če bi bila edina stavba več deset kilometrov naokoli trdna utrdba z gladkimi zidovi, enimi vrati in nekaj komaj dovolj velikimi linami, da je zrak prihajal notri. Kaj bi storili vi?&lt;br /&gt;Če sem morala izbirati med vojsko sovražnikov, ki so poznali moj obraz, moje moči in moje ime in med kakšnimi sto od teme slepih, predvsem pa neinformiranih zapornikov, sem izbrala slednje. Kot miš sem se splazila skozi lino in se potuhnila med zalogami v skladišču."&lt;br /&gt;YUP! We've been up to writing the 4th book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty weird week, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shenzi:&lt;/span&gt; Whoa, whoa, wait wait wait... I know you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{peering close into the camera}&lt;/span&gt; You're Mufasa's little stooge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; I, madam, am the king's majordomo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banzai:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Looking at Simba}&lt;/span&gt; And that would make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; The future king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shenzi:&lt;/span&gt; Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Puh. You can't do anything me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; Uhh... technically, they can. We are on their land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; But Zazu, you told me they're nothing but slobbering mangy stupid poachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;{Aside, surreptitiously, to Simba}&lt;/span&gt; Ix-nay on the oopid-stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Banzai:&lt;/span&gt; Who you callin' "oopid-stay?!?"&lt;br /&gt;--- LION KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfXfHdGnEcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/V7YVHGd7834/s1600-h/ga980927.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfXfHdGnEcI/AAAAAAAAAlE/V7YVHGd7834/s400/ga980927.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329411053227282882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfXfHFP1IjI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kfBt_uuKwhA/s1600-h/ga981104.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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School-mate figured out we need to know the whole Wikipedia by heart. And he's right ... because the most formules we've got from Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;I ask you: how can you make programs without computer and internet? YOU CAN'T. And if you have comp and net, you have Wikipedia ... you have Wikipedia, you've got this Equations from Hell there ... you don't need to know them by heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to our happy place.&lt;br /&gt;*thinks about Kai in Sholays fanfic*&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not THAT happy.&lt;br /&gt;*thinks about her weird dream, that included Taylor Lautner ... I swear it was weird ... but more realistic than you can think*&lt;br /&gt;HEY! &lt;br /&gt;*Thinks about SG-1*&lt;br /&gt;Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put this on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;[Vala enters her quarters. She senses something and turns to find Daniel waiting in the corner. He throws back the hood of a cloak he has acquired and points his gun at her. At her shock, he signals for her to be quiet.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Are you alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   Yes. What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   (looking at his gun, pointed at her)&lt;br /&gt;   What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He looks at her belly.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Oh! I had a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He looks incredulous. She taps him on the chest as she starts talking, unconcerned by the gun.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;VALA&lt;br /&gt;   You know, I never thought I'd agree with my father, but now I'm starting to remember about how he used to go on about 'you nurture them, and then you raise them, and you teach them the best that you can, and then all they do is break your hearts.' I always assumed that his experience was just tainted by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   (very confused)&lt;br /&gt;   What are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Well, she started of out all sweet and innocent to begin with, and now she's hell-bent on domination of the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   What? How old is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   A few hours.&lt;/span&gt; The Ori used me to sneak one of their own over the border. This child is their way of cheating the ascended rulebook. Well they couldn't exactly encroach on our galaxy themselves without getting into a confrontation with the Ancients, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel nods and grunts.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   So they created their own human representative, with their knowledge, to lead their armies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   Sort of an uber-Prior, like the Doci?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, but she's much worse than that! The Priors are just pawns. She knows the score. She's complicit with the Ori. You should have heard the propaganda that she just tried to feed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   Wait, wait, wait. We're talking about a baby here, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Oh, she's been genetically altered. She'll be a fully grown figurehead in a day or so.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(turning and running her hands along her body)&lt;br /&gt;   If she takes after her mother, she'll have a pretty good figure, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   You're telling me. Origin's about to become a lot more appealing to the males of this galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   Do you have any idea where we're going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   No. That she wouldn't tell me. She knows I'm not on her side. She's still hoping I'll see the light. But part of her can't help but feel tied to me. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;She wanted me to give her a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Adria. Told her it was my mother's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   Not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Stepmother. Witch of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   You know the more I get to know you, the more I'm starting to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Do you know what's strange, Daniel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   She has the knowledge of Ascended Beings, twisted as it may be, but I sense that there is a part of her that is just like any other kid, that wants her mother's approval. So I'm hoping I can use that somehow. I mean, why else would she care what I think, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   Well, right now I'm a little more concerned about getting off this ship. I mean, there's only so long I can hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;   Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Daniel turns to see a shadow behind the door's window and realizes Vala means for him to hide now. He runs forward and jumps over the bed, rolling over the far side onto his back. Vala coughs to cover the noise just as Tomin enters, dressed in casual work clothing.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   VALA&lt;br /&gt;   Ha- Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;“So?”&lt;br /&gt;“So &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;? We’re going there. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dooh!&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Looking at the skull}&lt;/span&gt; I wonder if its &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brains&lt;/span&gt; are still in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Walking towards the skull}&lt;/span&gt; There's only one way to know. Come on. Let's go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Simba walks towards the mouth of the skull. Zazu flaps suddenly up in front of them, emitting a sharp squawk of "Wrong!" and giving the audience a start.} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; The only checking out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will do will be to check out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Aw, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; We're way beyond the boundary of the Pride Lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Huh. Look. Banana Beak is scared. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Poking Simba in the nose}&lt;/span&gt; That's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mr.&lt;/span&gt; Banana Beak to you, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fuzzy&lt;/span&gt;. And right now we are all in very real danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Simba has moved nearer to the entrance of the skull} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Danger? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hah!&lt;/span&gt; I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Following Simba's confident laughter we hear more laughing from inside the skull. Simba runs back and hides behind Nala and Zazu. Three hyenas emerge from the skull's eyes and mouth.} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeBHY9yCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_TbyVRmw_ww/s1600-h/ga980825.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeBHY9yCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_TbyVRmw_ww/s400/ga980825.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002469924292642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeBLHtoWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/x0d2TNaBBA0/s1600-h/ga980831.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeBLHtoWI/AAAAAAAAAkU/x0d2TNaBBA0/s400/ga980831.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002470925672802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeAyqcnxI/AAAAAAAAAkM/s7IsA0v-bHc/s1600-h/ga980904.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeAyqcnxI/AAAAAAAAAkM/s7IsA0v-bHc/s400/ga980904.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002464360472338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeA5gchJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/8PtJf4sMc7Q/s1600-h/ga980908.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeA5gchJI/AAAAAAAAAkE/8PtJf4sMc7Q/s400/ga980908.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002466197570706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeAk4gv5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/0GDAvuBIkK0/s1600-h/ga980916.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeAk4gv5I/AAAAAAAAAj8/0GDAvuBIkK0/s400/ga980916.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328002460661366674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2619483901016762840?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2619483901016762840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2619483901016762840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2619483901016762840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2619483901016762840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/eurovision-season.html' title='Eurovision season'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SfDeBHY9yCI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_TbyVRmw_ww/s72-c/ga980825.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-820927388225220153</id><published>2009-04-20T19:19:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:21:37.224+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm ... interesting</title><content type='html'>What did we learn today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We learned that v=dx/dt (but we already knew that)&lt;br /&gt;2. We learned that a=dv/dt (but we already knew that)&lt;br /&gt;3. We learned that F=e1e2/4pi(influence)r^2 ... but we already knew that&lt;br /&gt;We learned everything except of what I'll be asked tomorrow ... most likely&lt;br /&gt;but most of all:&lt;br /&gt;4. We learned that the physics is BORING (not like Hell, because HELL is not boring) and&lt;br /&gt;5. We learned that sleeping is still a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;We also learned what 'trough' means, thanks to Sholay ... and my usual grammar mistakes (which of it this blog is full).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lets find something fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pe11zP8HktY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pe11zP8HktY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bogi Michael no! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/esaCtblOsNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/esaCtblOsNg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lzo5OfuQfuk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lzo5OfuQfuk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lpbddhCpbnc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lpbddhCpbnc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick me, pick me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-h0LFrqdfY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-h0LFrqdfY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFzDq6AnR5I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFzDq6AnR5I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVmoZGQnJH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVmoZGQnJH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael about Daniel and Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsE2qcRqi_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UsE2qcRqi_Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAyoHPGNB_0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YAyoHPGNB_0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-UhjsFBfQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x-UhjsFBfQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, tole je treba celo pogledat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzV1zMD_IK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PzV1zMD_IK8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9Cs51a8Jmg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9Cs51a8Jmg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hL5uK_aFgks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hL5uK_aFgks&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know what they say: what goes up …”&lt;br /&gt;“… must come down.”&lt;br /&gt;SFI: ZR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; All right, it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; We lost ‘im.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Arrogantly}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; I... am a genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, Genius, it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, but &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; pulled it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; With &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah? ...Rrarr!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Simba jumps at Nala; they tussle quickly. Nala ends on top and pins Simba with her forepaws, producing a resounding thump.}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; Ha. Pinned ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Annoyed}&lt;/span&gt; Hey, lemme up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Nala turns away smiling. Simba looks at her and jumps at her again. They tussle, rolling down a short hill. She pins him again in the same position with another thump.} &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; Pinned ya again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLjg1UfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2z-bltRozNw/s1600-h/ga980626.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLjg1UfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2z-bltRozNw/s400/ga980626.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855858644406770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLj0o7XI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JnAw9vsExk4/s1600-h/ga980629.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLj0o7XI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JnAw9vsExk4/s400/ga980629.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855858727480690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLe9MeaI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ceUI7fl4eio/s1600-h/ga980718.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLe9MeaI/AAAAAAAAAjk/ceUI7fl4eio/s400/ga980718.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855857421187490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLIfdyWI/AAAAAAAAAjc/H-bxvkSA3XM/s1600-h/ga980726.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLIfdyWI/AAAAAAAAAjc/H-bxvkSA3XM/s400/ga980726.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855851390912866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLFBVvkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/7h6n3Sv4Gx0/s1600-h/ga980818.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLFBVvkI/AAAAAAAAAjU/7h6n3Sv4Gx0/s400/ga980818.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326855850459250242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-820927388225220153?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/820927388225220153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=820927388225220153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/820927388225220153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/820927388225220153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm-interesting.html' title='Hmmm ... interesting'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SezLLjg1UfI/AAAAAAAAAj0/2z-bltRozNw/s72-c/ga980626.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2617890146978430599</id><published>2009-04-17T15:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:38:09.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>English</title><content type='html'>How cool is that ... now it shows friday instead of petek ...&lt;br /&gt;Am I awsome or what? XP&lt;br /&gt;Don't anwser that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I like it. If not ... there's still Slovenian to get back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;“Be a little more polite.”&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Polite?&lt;/span&gt; Herm … you know better then that!”&lt;br /&gt;- SFI: ZR&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Flying down}&lt;/span&gt; Oh, just look at you two. Little seeds of romance blossoming in the savannah. Your parents will be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; {He lands in front of them}&lt;/span&gt; ...what with your being betrothed and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Be-what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; Betrothed. Intended. Affianced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; Meaning...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{As though holding on to his coat lapels}&lt;/span&gt; One day, you two are going to be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ewww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; I can't marry her. She's my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. It'd be too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; Well, sorry to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;burst&lt;/span&gt; your &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;bubble&lt;/span&gt;, but you two turtle-doves have no choice. It's a tradition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Simba mimics Zazu during these last words}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; ...going back &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;generations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Well, when &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; king, that'll be the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; thing to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; Not so long as I'm around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Start fading in intro to "I Just Can't Wait to Be King"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Well, in that case, you're fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm... Nice try, but only the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;king&lt;/span&gt; can do that. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Pokes Simba's nose}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nala:&lt;/span&gt; Well, he's the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Thumping Zazu's chest}&lt;/span&gt; So you have to do what I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tell&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; Not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; I don't. And with an attitude like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, I'm afraid you're shaping up to be a pretty pathetic king indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Hmph. Not the way &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; see it.&lt;br /&gt;-- LION KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKZEU4yI/AAAAAAAAAjM/A2Z26eufa_k/s1600-h/ga980611.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKZEU4yI/AAAAAAAAAjM/A2Z26eufa_k/s400/ga980611.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325654072451457826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKfHmQeI/AAAAAAAAAjE/o5fLNo_Ai0M/s1600-h/ga980616.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKfHmQeI/AAAAAAAAAjE/o5fLNo_Ai0M/s400/ga980616.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325654074075791842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKJ4YCfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/l0Ky3nuXSHM/s1600-h/ga980617.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKJ4YCfI/AAAAAAAAAi8/l0Ky3nuXSHM/s400/ga980617.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325654068374800882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKK6IxSI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JG_ZbFyDtF4/s1600-h/ga980620.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKK6IxSI/AAAAAAAAAi0/JG_ZbFyDtF4/s400/ga980620.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325654068650624290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKDgO7zI/AAAAAAAAAis/UWhehlU3448/s1600-h/ga980622.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKDgO7zI/AAAAAAAAAis/UWhehlU3448/s400/ga980622.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325654066662928178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2617890146978430599?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2617890146978430599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2617890146978430599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2617890146978430599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2617890146978430599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/english.html' title='English'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeiGKZEU4yI/AAAAAAAAAjM/A2Z26eufa_k/s72-c/ga980611.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-7680705471772808412</id><published>2009-04-16T20:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:22:10.587+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>You know ... that's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write blog that no one reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now lets see if someone responses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;“Is he &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; like that?”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;- SFI:ZR&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; Simba, Simba, I'm only looking out for the well- being of my favorite nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Scar rubs and pats Simba's head}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Snorts sarcastically}&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, right, I'm your only nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; All the more reason for me to be protective... An elephant graveyard is no place for a young prince... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{faking surprise}&lt;/span&gt; Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Enthusiastic}&lt;/span&gt; An elephant &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt; Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Faking dismay}&lt;/span&gt; Oh &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;, I've said too much... Well, I suppose you'd have found sooner or later, you being SO clever and all... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{pulling Simba near}&lt;/span&gt; Oh, just do me one favor - promise me you'll never visit that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dreadful&lt;/span&gt; place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Thinks}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; There's a good lad. You run along now and have fun. And remember... it's our little secret.&lt;br /&gt;--- LION KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3CviTb_I/AAAAAAAAAik/7A1cHKi5clk/s1600-h/ga980322.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3CviTb_I/AAAAAAAAAik/7A1cHKi5clk/s400/ga980322.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325355973392691186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3CcRGv6I/AAAAAAAAAic/V3jntOckRYY/s1600-h/ga980331.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3CcRGv6I/AAAAAAAAAic/V3jntOckRYY/s400/ga980331.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325355968220282786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3Ca57N1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZEg3eNaFYhM/s1600-h/ga980416.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3Ca57N1I/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZEg3eNaFYhM/s400/ga980416.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325355967854622546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3B5IcBBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/UkclYsQxwGM/s1600-h/ga980421.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3B5IcBBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/UkclYsQxwGM/s400/ga980421.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325355958788686866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3BJU64lI/AAAAAAAAAiE/EEbva0jl2F0/s1600-h/ga980426.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3BJU64lI/AAAAAAAAAiE/EEbva0jl2F0/s400/ga980426.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325355945956139602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-7680705471772808412?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/7680705471772808412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=7680705471772808412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7680705471772808412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7680705471772808412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sed3CviTb_I/AAAAAAAAAik/7A1cHKi5clk/s72-c/ga980322.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-5706332249026975655</id><published>2009-04-15T15:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:18:32.885+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SPRING TIME</title><content type='html'>You know ... I LOVE the spring ... the birds, other animals, the GREEN, the flowers, the weather, people are nice ... there IS A MILLION THINGS I LOVE ABOUT SPRING TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even love this defect of mine (or anybody else at this time) ... but I fear it will only bring out the worst in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Darakna has hormone problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you ...&lt;br /&gt;What's with all the guys! Where the hell did they come from ... all in t-shirts, and thin and ... and ... well, CUTE! I bet they're younger than me ... at least most of them.&lt;br /&gt;And I ask you ... why the hell 95% of the interesting/cute guys have BLACK HAIR! (Or is it just me?)&lt;br /&gt;I mean ... come ON!&lt;br /&gt;Tamara can just go to a guy and asks for a phone number, and I CAN'T! Why CAN'T I? I just freeze ... thinking ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO! Are you crazy?! You never did anything like that before!&lt;/span&gt; Well, I never had a BOY before either! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is stupid! YOU look stupid ... just shut up and watch. You don't want to get into this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what ... it's right ... I SURE AS HELL DON'T KNOW WHAT DO I WANT!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in the Dawn of living dead ... only that the living dead are cute boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else ... there was this guy LAST MONTH (I mean ... not last month ... 12 days from today ... but last MONTH!) at work. He was buying a ring for himself ... (ok, one bad thing: With his mother ... but look on the good side ... at least he's not a party-man) ... and he was thin and black-hared and kinda well not TALL, but tall for me. And he was so Sasuke-like, that I was frozen for most of the time he was there.&lt;br /&gt;And when they left, he was a step or two behind his mother and he smiled at me ... that friendly smile.&lt;br /&gt;And for the next month I was asking myslef ... WHY THE HELL DIDN'T I ASK HIM FOR A PHONE NUMBER ... or ANYTHING! COME ON! Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not used to it ... because I'm not Tamara ... ???&lt;br /&gt;Damn ... I hope he gets some money and comes to buy another ring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, calm down ... it's just hormones ... you'll live ... you always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;SF quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;“Not guilty!”&lt;br /&gt;- SFI:ZR&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Hey Uncle Scar! Guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;despise&lt;/span&gt; guessing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be king of Pride Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Sarcastically}&lt;/span&gt; Oh goody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Looking out over the edge of the rock}&lt;/span&gt; My dad just showed me the whole kingdom; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{greedily}&lt;/span&gt; and I'm going to rule it all. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; Yes. Well... forgive me for not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;leaping&lt;/span&gt; for joy. Bad back, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Scar flops down on his side.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Hey, Uncle Scar? When I'm king, what'll that make you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; A monkey's uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; Heh heh. You're so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; You have NO idea.&lt;br /&gt;--- LION KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsnZRDbWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GFCIEKpx0mY/s1600-h/ga980316.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsnZRDbWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GFCIEKpx0mY/s400/ga980316.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922295976947042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsnNyW0vI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rFXNwO-6XEw/s1600-h/ga980314.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsnNyW0vI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rFXNwO-6XEw/s400/ga980314.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922292895404786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsm85tj6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/xCFzVKC8ITQ/s1600-h/ga980311.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsm85tj6I/AAAAAAAAAhs/xCFzVKC8ITQ/s400/ga980311.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922288362852258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsm2i4_LI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ksd2bfoyWEA/s1600-h/ga980308.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsm2i4_LI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ksd2bfoyWEA/s400/ga980308.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922286656519346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsmcCrwBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/a2pvx17Vnx8/s1600-h/ga980303.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsmcCrwBI/AAAAAAAAAhc/a2pvx17Vnx8/s400/ga980303.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324922279542112274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-5706332249026975655?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/5706332249026975655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=5706332249026975655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5706332249026975655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5706332249026975655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-time.html' title='SPRING TIME'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeXsnZRDbWI/AAAAAAAAAh8/GFCIEKpx0mY/s72-c/ga980316.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2198731312973956004</id><published>2009-04-14T19:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:46:29.884+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad-blood ... literally</title><content type='html'>Yup ... Anemia ... bad-blood ... weak blood ... call it what you want ... I got it ...&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few years, and now I knew I have it coz of the constant sleepiness. And the tests came back and everything it's half less than it should be.&lt;br /&gt;And doctor looked at me and said: "You're anemic ... AGAIN?! What is it with your blood?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, how the hell should I know? I'm not the one who made me ... and those don't even know what ANEMIA means.&lt;br /&gt;Got these Retafer pills, full of iron ... It should take a week for me to get back to relatively normal life. (normal for me)&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I'm going to go to bad at 0.00 and wake up full of life.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days.&lt;br /&gt;I could once again study and REMEMBER what I actually learned. I could once again WRITE!!! *does a dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; I never get to go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, young master, one day &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; will be king; then you can chase those slobbering mangy stupid poachers from dawn until dusk.&lt;br /&gt;-- LION KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuhsQr0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/73Lg18sOxIk/s1600-h/ga980302.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuhsQr0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/73Lg18sOxIk/s400/ga980302.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324604659637202754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuT20ZPI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0Q6jBAjFu3Q/s1600-h/ga980301.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuT20ZPI/AAAAAAAAAhI/0Q6jBAjFu3Q/s400/ga980301.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324604655923389682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuY8_aOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kb74GtbmwOc/s1600-h/ga980228.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuY8_aOI/AAAAAAAAAhA/kb74GtbmwOc/s400/ga980228.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324604657291454690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuKjoEZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/XKJ2IhTvJ70/s1600-h/ga980226.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuKjoEZI/AAAAAAAAAg4/XKJ2IhTvJ70/s400/ga980226.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324604653426971026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuKWFttI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2MmtlshG56E/s1600-h/ga980225.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuKWFttI/AAAAAAAAAgw/2MmtlshG56E/s400/ga980225.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324604653370193618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2198731312973956004?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2198731312973956004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2198731312973956004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2198731312973956004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2198731312973956004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-blood-literally.html' title='Bad-blood ... literally'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeTLuhsQr0I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/73Lg18sOxIk/s72-c/ga980302.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2629170412579707272</id><published>2009-04-13T10:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:21:58.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Yeah, yeah ... whatever ...&lt;br /&gt;We've got eggs, we've got 'potica', we even had an apple pie (past tense is crutial here) but most of all ... I've got today OFF (off school, off work ... CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?) ... so we can go to some fancy family thing ... (very cold): Yay!&lt;br /&gt;To think I could spend that time writing. It's amazing ... I wouldn't even be able to take THE WALK (the name for a three-hour absence of me, while I'm stroling along the hills and forests in 10 miles radious from the home of my grandmother).&lt;br /&gt;So it's all FUN FUN FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding *looses the fake smile*.&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize I have to go to bed at 10.00 pm ... coz I need to wake up at 5.30 am tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;So ... No SG-1 today (weeeee!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svetovna scena iz SG-1 Season 9 (capture of the Ori Prior):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Keeping an eye on the now unburied device, which sits on a pedestal on the perimeter of the circle, a member of SG-22 keys the remote and puts his hand to his holstered sidearm. The Prior awakens, and immediately notices a bruise on the inner side of his arm. He looks confused.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we took the liberty of borrowing a sample of your blood. Hope you don't mind.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;[The Prior stands and notices Daniel and Mitchell standing at the outer edge of the competition circle. Mitchell casually holds the Prior's staff.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;(tossing staff from hand to hand)&lt;br /&gt;You looking for this?&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;[The Prior reaches out. Mitchell fakes the staff being released from his grasp. SG-22 and the Sodan raise their weapons.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;(Mitchell pulls the staff back confidently.)&lt;br /&gt;No. That's not going to work.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;[The Prior looks very confused.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;That warm, fuzzy feeling you're experiencing may be the effects of a device that inhibiting your ability to concentrate and focus your powers.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;Symptoms may include dizziness, irritability…&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;Nausea.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;Mild nausea, and a condition known as hot dog fingers.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Mitchell waggles his fingers in demonstration.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;It makes no difference what you do to me. But know this, the Ori are all seeing.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Mitchell and Daniel look at the sky in false expectation. Haikon and Jolan look at each other and shake their heads.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;They are already aware of this affront to their eminence, and shall strike down those who dare to defy them.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;Nothing yet. You?&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;Drawing a blank.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;[The Prior watches them incredulously.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;A little thirsty.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't count.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;Their ways are not so easily divined. Their ways are unseen and veiled in mystery.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;Right, right, they "have a plan."&lt;br /&gt;(Mitchell makes quote marks with his fingers on Daniel's behalf)&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose you want to tell us what that is?  Why'd they send you to this galaxy in the first place?&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;We are beacons on the road to enlightenment.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;No, you're dark-side intergalactic encyclopedia salesmen. Unfortunately, the home office hasn't been quite upfront with you.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;Nice work on the metaphor.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, did you know that the Ori need people to worship them because that's how they gain their power?&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;[The Ori scoffs incredulously and looks around.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;No, he didn't know that. No, it's true. Now, we're not exactly sure how it works, but from what I've heard, they actually drain power from their followers. That's why they need worshipers.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Mitchell and Jolan exchange sober looks.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;You should talk to them about that the next time you're home.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they might do a better job explaining the process to you.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;Ours is not question, but to rejoice in their service, for they are perfection.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;DANIEL&lt;br /&gt;No, not really, because a perfect being wouldn't need to lie to ensure the loyalty of their followers. They wouldn't need to promise you ascension if they had no intention of delivering it.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;(nonplused)&lt;br /&gt;"Those who follow the path of righteousness shall be raised up high."&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;No, they won't. Because the Ori do not share power.&lt;br /&gt;(He leans forward)&lt;br /&gt;They're using you.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;"Pity not the blind man, for he is hindered not by the visions of this world, but rather pity yourselves…"&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Mitchell starts to turn away.] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;(low, to Daniel)&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;PRIOR&lt;br /&gt;(without confidence)&lt;br /&gt;…for he shall see the light before you."&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;MITCHELL&lt;br /&gt;(calling back to his team)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL or what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mufasa:&lt;/span&gt; Everything you see exists together, in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance, and respect all the creatures-- from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; But, Dad, don't we eat the antelope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mufasa:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, Simba, but let me explain. When we die, our bodies become the grass. And the antelope eat the grass. And so we are all connected in the great Circle of Life.&lt;br /&gt;--- LION KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCBTF_i3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/mfvmYW3xsHo/s1600-h/ga980224.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCBTF_i3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/mfvmYW3xsHo/s400/ga980224.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101405810592626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCBMgl_LI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IdYOA1NRaUs/s1600-h/ga980222.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCBMgl_LI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IdYOA1NRaUs/s400/ga980222.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101404043115698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCBMLOPgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vMLGsgsFEt8/s1600-h/ga980214.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCBMLOPgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/vMLGsgsFEt8/s400/ga980214.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101403953479170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCA56qlEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/T4LF4USBUDI/s1600-h/ga980209.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCA56qlEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/T4LF4USBUDI/s400/ga980209.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101399052194882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCAq9qwYI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BSWInat27oo/s1600-h/ga980201.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCAq9qwYI/AAAAAAAAAgI/BSWInat27oo/s400/ga980201.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324101395038257538" 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/6981360741944455609-2629170412579707272?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2629170412579707272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2629170412579707272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2629170412579707272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2629170412579707272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SeMCBTF_i3I/AAAAAAAAAgo/mfvmYW3xsHo/s72-c/ga980224.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-3200339533675935891</id><published>2009-04-10T13:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:43:24.204+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin-line</title><content type='html'>Mission of the day (razen kolokvija za fizo čim boljš pisat):&lt;br /&gt;Say the following line out loud (get into it ... say it Kevin like, not boring like) and do not laugh when you finish it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kevin: “Heh heh, poor wickle world Champ, can’t even pass an itty bitty Math classy?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal record: I came to the classy part. Then it's simply too much for me. Usually I only get to itty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pic dedicated to Sholay Fanfic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8v2dBaQtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uEL6bRlTqQw/s1600-h/DOTSvol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8v2dBaQtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uEL6bRlTqQw/s400/DOTSvol1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323025897125200594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mufasa:&lt;/span&gt; A king's time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. One day, Simba, the sun will set on my time here, and will rise with you as the new king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simba:&lt;/span&gt; And this will all be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mine&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mufasa:&lt;/span&gt; Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wVfc8xUI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9MI3v3YeR1Y/s1600-h/ga980122.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wVfc8xUI/AAAAAAAAAgA/9MI3v3YeR1Y/s400/ga980122.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323026430353524034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wVCx7CBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OTWHkBt0YNo/s1600-h/ga940325.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wVCx7CBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/OTWHkBt0YNo/s400/ga940325.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323026422656862226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wUysfArI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bVvJ7EwOgFo/s1600-h/ga940318.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wUysfArI/AAAAAAAAAfw/bVvJ7EwOgFo/s400/ga940318.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323026418339087026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wUiuL9FI/AAAAAAAAAfo/fg5tqL_Omh8/s1600-h/ga940311.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wUiuL9FI/AAAAAAAAAfo/fg5tqL_Omh8/s400/ga940311.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323026414051259474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wUTA70EI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PanftdhNNw0/s1600-h/ga940219.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8wUTA70EI/AAAAAAAAAfg/PanftdhNNw0/s400/ga940219.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323026409834926146" 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/6981360741944455609-3200339533675935891?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/3200339533675935891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=3200339533675935891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/3200339533675935891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/3200339533675935891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/kevin-line.html' title='Kevin-line'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sd8v2dBaQtI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uEL6bRlTqQw/s72-c/DOTSvol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2738347176302398533</id><published>2009-04-07T21:56:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:11:57.004+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fizika</title><content type='html'>Zgornja slika in spodnja, sta primera naptega učenja fizike ... em ... *se popraska po glavi* ... delovanje sile na gumb ... in valovanje svetlobe iz računalnika ... ko delaš naslovnico za blog in naslovnico za Sholayin fanfic ... v paintshopu? &lt;br /&gt;*big guilty smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SduwBSNcS1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/TXFqaEGGLj8/s1600-h/Sharingan+Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SduwBSNcS1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/TXFqaEGGLj8/s400/Sharingan+Eyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322040920782949202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sej vem, da vam že najedam s tem fanficom al pa tem/a tipom/a ... ampak hej, to je tko en žarek zanimivega v zaspanem, dolgočasnem svetu šole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aja, baje, da sem že Pozabljeno ime ... aka Holy Bible for Veorn fans pregledala, ampak bo vrjeten treba še enkrat, k sm zadnje dni bolj malo prisotna in še manj prisebna. (vsaj zadnja dva poglavja).&lt;br /&gt;Naslovnice se mi zdele ne da delat.&lt;br /&gt;*yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jst grem spat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Deep sigh}&lt;/span&gt; There's one in every family, sire... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Two&lt;/span&gt; in mine, actually. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{perches on Mufasa's shoulder}&lt;/span&gt; And they always manage to ruin special occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mufasa:&lt;/span&gt; What am I going to do with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; He'd make a very handsome throw rug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mufasa:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Chiding}&lt;/span&gt; Zazu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; And just think! Whenever he gets dirty, you could take him out and BEAT him.&lt;br /&gt;--- LION KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SduzROYoh3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/g31RZcE3SqM/s1600-h/ga940211.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SduzROYoh3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/g31RZcE3SqM/s400/ga940211.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322044493168936818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SduzRIsaC4I/AAAAAAAAAfI/dvdH-jtF6uk/s1600-h/ga940125.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SduzRIsaC4I/AAAAAAAAAfI/dvdH-jtF6uk/s400/ga940125.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322044491641260930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4210642372521007110</id><published>2009-04-02T20:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:17:54.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>Gledala Lion Kinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jst se še zmer smejim, jokam, vpijem, kričim, veselim, navijam na istih mestih k takrat k sm prvič gledala v kinu (sam tm sm jokala tolk naglas, da me je cela dvorana slišala ... vsaj prvič se spomnem da sm se ... nevem kolk sm kej DVANAJSTIČ (you heard it right ... to je film k sm ga največkrat gledala v kinu)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First music afkorz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vX07j9SDFcc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vX07j9SDFcc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZwBNlrv-_rs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZwBNlrv-_rs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Uncle Scar, guess what:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lx0lSRGMB1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lx0lSRGMB1g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to be king:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGIoRUlzE2Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YGIoRUlzE2Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-KFDtCUAdqc"&gt;FIRST HYENA CHASE!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mufasa and Simba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rw45nBcWNbQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rw45nBcWNbQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Er0C5h-DCBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Er0C5h-DCBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boljša verzija, ampak je samo muska (brez tistga na začetku):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVAN2o-5pYM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAJBOLJŠA FORA (crkuješ od smeha):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/snhJL7yIVw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/snhJL7yIVw8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no, they called him a pig."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uf2BF0y5cSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uf2BF0y5cSI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafiki je sveta vladar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JCOA9GiagU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8JCOA9GiagU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najlepši konc na svetu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xw5bha0ZkRY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xw5bha0ZkRY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSA, SIMBA!&lt;br /&gt;BUSA, SIMBA!&lt;br /&gt;Till we find our place ... on the path unwinding.&lt;br /&gt;In the Circle ... the Circle of Life!&lt;br /&gt;Circle of ... LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UF, jst bi kr še enkrat gledala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mufasa:&lt;/span&gt; "Scar! ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scar:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Mouth full}&lt;/span&gt; "Mm-hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mufasa:&lt;/span&gt; "Drop him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zazu:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Speaking from Scar's mouth}&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Impeccable&lt;/span&gt; timing, your majesty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdWtuKNFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bmTi75XI7oI/s1600-h/ga951217.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdWtuKNFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bmTi75XI7oI/s400/ga951217.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320190810875638866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdWQ5tybI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LXG_l2LncTA/s1600-h/ga951202.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdWQ5tybI/AAAAAAAAAeA/LXG_l2LncTA/s400/ga951202.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320190803139479986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdWD6YeyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FtorzLXqoss/s1600-h/ga951123.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdWD6YeyI/AAAAAAAAAd4/FtorzLXqoss/s400/ga951123.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320190799652616994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdV6k8cSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/8gkVy7rhZfY/s1600-h/ga951108.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdV6k8cSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/8gkVy7rhZfY/s400/ga951108.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320190797146779938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdVeWfi-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/_-VsBj6nDKM/s1600-h/ga951103.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdVeWfi-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/_-VsBj6nDKM/s400/ga951103.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320190789569973218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUcULqQvEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/sRyqzu4s39k/s1600-h/ga951026.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUcULqQvEI/AAAAAAAAAdA/sRyqzu4s39k/s400/ga951026.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320189667861118018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-4210642372521007110?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/4210642372521007110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=4210642372521007110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4210642372521007110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4210642372521007110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/04/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SdUdWtuKNFI/AAAAAAAAAeI/bmTi75XI7oI/s72-c/ga951217.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-7836011489099959151</id><published>2009-03-29T23:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:52:51.921+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jst bi spet gledala</title><content type='html'>NEEE NO! Sm se dons na tole spomnla ... jst bi dvd, da lahko na kompu gledam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Cx7jzq2Bx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5Cx7jzq2Bx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaZhG0Pi6Vo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaZhG0Pi6Vo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqF7JBlqkOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqF7JBlqkOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Lara enters the antibacterial tank and tries to open the doors on the other side. It doesn’t move. She tries, but then she sees a face through the window. She aims her pistol at it, but she knows that no bullet can come through that glass.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kurtis:&lt;/span&gt; "You really have made a mess of things haven’t you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(She lowers her pistol and stands in front of the window.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lara:&lt;/span&gt; "Who for? The stalker who stole my Painting! What do you need with the Painting?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kurtis:&lt;/span&gt; "Maybe I’ll explain later, Ms. Croft, but for now I need to go and turn the power back on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lara:&lt;/span&gt; "Leaving me here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kurtis:&lt;/span&gt; "You’ve caused enough problems over the last two days. Safer for everyone if you stay in one place for a while. You’ll be OK in there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lara:&lt;/span&gt; "And this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(She slaps the Shard she found in front of Louvre, and presses it on the glass so Kurtis could see it.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kurtis:&lt;/span&gt; "My Periapt Shard! You …"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lara:&lt;/span&gt; "… picked up in the Louvre, yes. After you stole MY Painting." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kurtis:&lt;/span&gt; "All this can wait. I know where you’ll be. Take a breather from damaging things why dontcha."&lt;br /&gt;(He salutes her and lives.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc_tnV0eRpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/cWhKDrkxnB4/s1600-h/ga951023.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc_tnV0eRpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/cWhKDrkxnB4/s400/ga951023.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318730945075758738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc_tmzSaA8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Q9m1wWOSf0k/s1600-h/ga951014.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc_tmzSaA8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/Q9m1wWOSf0k/s400/ga951014.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318730935806067650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc_tmvE4oeI/AAAAAAAAAco/RR-dm4cwepo/s1600-h/ga951007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc_so0Xft1I/AAAAAAAAAbY/BCf6hpX4cZ0/s400/ga950813.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318729870943958866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc_r60nt9TI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BYgl4t6o4xY/s1600-h/ga951001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc_r60nt9TI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BYgl4t6o4xY/s400/ga951001.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318729080738018610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-7836011489099959151?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/7836011489099959151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=7836011489099959151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7836011489099959151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7836011489099959151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/03/jst-bi-spet-gledala.html' title='Jst bi spet gledala'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc_tnV0eRpI/AAAAAAAAAc4/cWhKDrkxnB4/s72-c/ga951023.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4998688937029312046</id><published>2009-03-28T23:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:17:04.519+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, spet en citat, k je od nikjer</title><content type='html'>*points his sword at his neck* "You've got a problem."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah? Well, do you have a problem with my problem?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Citat je star sto milijonov let (give or take 99.999.999.999 years) ... sam resno si ga morm zapisat, da mi ne bo ušel iz glave ... čeprov ne vem, če lahko, ker je skor stalnica ratala, da vsakmu k reče da mam probleme, skor to rečem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mam novo musko ... čist fajn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em, kaj čem še povedat ... nč pametnega, da spet ne bom utihnila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vidmo ... have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caleb:&lt;/span&gt; “This is a rescue? I was safer as a prisoner.”&lt;br /&gt;--- W.I.T.C.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc6uvLvF_TI/AAAAAAAAAag/rwTqpN4NniE/s1600-h/ga950811.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc6uvLvF_TI/AAAAAAAAAag/rwTqpN4NniE/s400/ga950811.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318380335598533938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc6uu9R4O7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/q0tvvh_KTso/s1600-h/ga950807.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc6uu9R4O7I/AAAAAAAAAaY/q0tvvh_KTso/s400/ga950807.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318380331717901234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc6uuLR5JOI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/atL-Ny0o4eo/s1600-h/ga950708.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc6v3FS05ZI/AAAAAAAAAao/U9xRWfeSLYw/s400/ga950729.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318381570819941778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-4998688937029312046?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/4998688937029312046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=4998688937029312046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4998688937029312046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4998688937029312046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-spet-en-citat-k-je-od-nikjer.html' title='Ok, spet en citat, k je od nikjer'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc6uvLvF_TI/AAAAAAAAAag/rwTqpN4NniE/s72-c/ga950811.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-1838289594652226255</id><published>2009-03-27T22:50:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:21:05.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diskriminacija</title><content type='html'>Ursh pravi, da Harry Potter spodbuja diskriminacijo navadnih ljudi.&lt;br /&gt;Jst pravim ... če navaden folk vsak dan diskriminira wierd, svobodnomišljene in nasploh drugačne ljudi, si tut sam ne zasluži samo malo diskriminacije (ampak VELIK).&lt;br /&gt;HA, v moji knjigi navaden folk umira k za stavo, medtem k se nenavaden folk edini lahko bori, ker sploh vidi proti čemu se bori (beri konec tretje knjige (MUAHAHA)). Ampak Ursh itak ne ve za knjigo ... ampak hej, sej je tut ona NAVADEN človek večino časa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto je uporabu trik iz PRVEGA fighta. That takes me back ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Služba je sucked. 30€ v celem dnevu. Folk je glup. Ob lepem vremenu, k bi mogl bit v naravi so vsi v BTCju, ob slabem ni pa nobenga nikjer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aja, dons sm spet mal razčistvala dogodke v knjigi. Mal sm luknje najdla, da lahko kak folk notr utaknem za mučt. Ja, Veornu sem del življenja zakomplicirala v 9ki ... Saiju sm ga še bolj (kot je že) v 7ki ... Kali sm ga še mal bolj na glavo obrnla ... vsi ostali so pa več al manj itak že v popolni agoniji.&lt;br /&gt;Diskriminacija navadnih ljudi my ass ... navaden folk ne bi niti prve knjige preživel, kaj šele ostale. Dajmo jih v 9ko začeten fight ... al pa v 7ko, končnega. Dejmo jih spoznat z Raptorji! Jaaaa! That would be fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Raptors, regular human ... regular human, Raptors."&lt;br /&gt;Raptors: "Pleased to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;Regular human: "Aaa ... hy."&lt;br /&gt;Herm (the oldest Raptor): "He's a bit skinny."&lt;br /&gt;Vod (the youngest Raptor): "He'll be hard to digest."&lt;br /&gt;Regular human: "Gulp."&lt;br /&gt;Vod: "Okay, this is boring. Make him run or something."&lt;br /&gt;Ocen (the middle one): "Okay. BOO!"&lt;br /&gt;Regular human: *runs away, screeming like a little girl*&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "He's kind of slow. Let's give him a head start."&lt;br /&gt;Vod: "I'll count to ten."&lt;br /&gt;Herm: "Are they supposed to be so noisy?"&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "It's prey ... what do you care if it screems its lungs out."&lt;br /&gt;Vod: "Done."&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "He's still too close."&lt;br /&gt;Herm: "Count to one hundred, Vod."&lt;br /&gt;Vod: "Why don't you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;Herm: "Because I'm older!"&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "Stop arguing. Let's catch him before he bumps into a lonely tree and faints. I want to CHASE him, not walk to him."&lt;br /&gt;Regular human: *looks back, hits the tree, looses consciousness*&lt;br /&gt;Raptors: "AW, MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;**** And that's how regular human meets Raptors ... and he doesn't even become a good chew toy for them ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is officially me, trying to get back on track of writting. XDDD ... več boste tega vidl, bližje bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, probimo še irregular human meets the Raptors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Irregular human, Raptors ... Raptors, irregular human."&lt;br /&gt;Raptors: "Pleased to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;Veorn: "Shut up, and get out of my face."&lt;br /&gt;Vod: "Make us!"&lt;br /&gt;Veorn: "This is my territorry."&lt;br /&gt;Vod: "This is our hunting spot."&lt;br /&gt;Veorn: "Well, this is mine lie-in-grass-in-the-sun spot. Now, shoo."&lt;br /&gt;Herm: "Ocen ... Leave that unconscious regular human alone! And come here!"&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "But I want him to run!"&lt;br /&gt;Vod: "Ocen ... guess who's here!"&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;Veorn: "Yo!" *waves*&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "YOU!" *almost pops his eyes out*&lt;br /&gt;Veorn: "Me."&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "YOU!" *starts running.*&lt;br /&gt;Veorn: "He's fast when he's being powered by the murderus intent."&lt;br /&gt;Herm: "Unfortinatly he doesn't stop at the ... Ocen, SLOW DOWN!"&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;Vod: "He-he-hey ... slow down!"&lt;br /&gt;Herm: "Damn it, Ocen!"&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: *jumps*&lt;br /&gt;Veorn: *steps aside*&lt;br /&gt;Vod and Herm: "Noooo!"&lt;br /&gt;Ocen: "YO---uagh!"&lt;br /&gt;Raptors: *collide, fall into the river and the current takes them with it*&lt;br /&gt;Veorn: "Ah, my spot is finaly empty." *lies down on his spot in the sun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That how it is folks. Some of you just can't take the simple pressure of meeting with other beings ... some of you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caleb:&lt;/span&gt; “It’s simple. You stand on my shoulders and he stands on your shoulders.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Not until he has a nine-month bath he doesn’t.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caleb: &lt;/span&gt;“Girls! I need a rope, some kind of a weapon … and what do I get? Short redhead with attitude.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Hey, I’m the Guardian of the Vale, buddy, you’re just some guy on a bottom of a hole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc1czGWigUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/je5ITuhQ3h8/s1600-h/ga950508.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc1czGWigUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/je5ITuhQ3h8/s400/ga950508.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318008767942656322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc1cy-EcLbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9LrXH1Hxz-w/s1600-h/ga950416.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc1cy-EcLbI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9LrXH1Hxz-w/s400/ga950416.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318008765719260594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sc1cyfN677I/AAAAAAAAAYY/X0aJLIa_XT4/s1600-h/ga950415.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Tolk k že en mesec ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zahvalt se mam dvem (no, trem) stvarem:&lt;br /&gt;1 in 2. Sošolcu in sošolki s katerima smo celo ljubljano okol obrnl. Poleg tega je sošolc vozu k norc, je bremzal na hitr je poganjal ... jst pa uspredi sedela (neki časa), hvalabogu prpeta, on se pa režal, kaj sm tolk panična XD.&lt;br /&gt;Sošolka je medtem hupala (v istem avtu), prestavljala prestave, zavijala, odpirala okna in pozdravljala mimoidoče, mahala vsem, k da vse pozna ... pa ženska sploh ni iz Ljubljane =)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Persen k sm ga zvečer vzela, ker sem se zjutri zbudila s podočnjaki do brade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ob šestih zbudim (tj. 1h prej) in komi čakam, da bom mela razlog za vstat k sm bla čist naspidinana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobil smo nov net. OPTIKA, ljudje. To dela s svetlobno hitrostjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal muske:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Fodki0DWpv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Fodki0DWpv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/MPmUIf/music/kaLzAH_C/queen-princes-of-the-universe/"&gt;Princes Of The Universe - Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zdele bom šla pa v bano, pol pa kak film gledat ... jutr šele ob 11ih začnem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Wait. You’re the rebel leader I’m supposed to save? What are you rebelling against? Diaper ash?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caleb:&lt;/span&gt; “Hey, girly girl, I’m fifteen.”&lt;br /&gt;--- W.I.T.C.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Scqf0JgUKtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/96EKedA-LUA/s1600-h/ga960607.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Scqf0JgUKtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/96EKedA-LUA/s400/ga960607.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317238028317764306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Scqfz90dNHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/UVr9WjMXYGc/s1600-h/ga960601.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Scqfz90dNHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/UVr9WjMXYGc/s400/ga960601.gif" border="0" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScqflSouK0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/oubgHEK1Bek/s1600-h/ga960414.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScqflSouK0I/AAAAAAAAAWg/oubgHEK1Bek/s400/ga960414.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317237773070904130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScqflA4UZtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0nV6WJMD0UE/s1600-h/ga960419.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScqflA4UZtI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0nV6WJMD0UE/s400/ga960419.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317237768304486098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScqflCdyC7I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9PcjJO88R-U/s1600-h/ga960408.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScqflCdyC7I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9PcjJO88R-U/s400/ga960408.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317237768730053554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScqfkzBCOoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eDtsYToa2xg/s1600-h/ga960326.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScqfkzBCOoI/AAAAAAAAAWI/eDtsYToa2xg/s400/ga960326.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317237764582947458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-8550040120152507600?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/8550040120152507600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=8550040120152507600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8550040120152507600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8550040120152507600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-yawn.html' title='No more yawn'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Scqf0JgUKtI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/96EKedA-LUA/s72-c/ga960607.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4176387483494911769</id><published>2009-03-21T22:09:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:36:47.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Mermaid - music</title><content type='html'>The pretty one:&lt;br /&gt;(please ignore the anoying voice of the woman talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGoXtSw0Ias&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mGoXtSw0Ias&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovHpMSxgbVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovHpMSxgbVw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarry ... ampak svetovna:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vi4o2cG_SsI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vi4o2cG_SsI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRKUJEŠ OD SMEHA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuuEDDyvzuE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XuuEDDyvzuE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zabavna ... zmer upam,da se bo zgodil XD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lOBc3QZD9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lOBc3QZD9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma: “So this is where they store all the worlds dust.”&lt;br /&gt;--W.I.T.C.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScVdy1-ZVdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Gb3HevVOTVI/s1600-h/ga960322.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" 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Little Mermaid - music'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScVdy1-ZVdI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Gb3HevVOTVI/s72-c/ga960322.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-6802347363619707342</id><published>2009-03-19T20:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:30:26.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Fantasy Syndrom</title><content type='html'>Jup ... nevem zakaj me je glih dons zagrabl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Aja, da na bom pozabila:&lt;br /&gt;5moških.com ... NO COMENT! to bi mogl vidt ... SVETOVNO ... CRKOVAL OD SMEHA 2 uri!!! Mene še dons usta bolijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cavazza: "Kaj ženske neki težite naj desko na WCju dvignemo. Mi čist zmeri desko dvignemo ... razen če smo zlo, zlo pijani. Mal se specifirite, kaj bi res rade. Ker ko moški pride do WCja, dvigne desko ... ampak to ni tisto, kar ste ve hotle da dvigne. Mi mormo dvignt še LUKNJO ... v deski. To sta dve različni stvari.&lt;br /&gt;Tko k moški hiti domov iz službe ... na WC tišči celo pot. Ura štiri popoldne, na cesti totalna gužva. Prideš domov. Šit, avto zaklenjen, ker kluč ... aaaa, napačen ključ ... ja, dober dan gospa, lep dan kajne. Ja, ja. A res? Oprostite gospa, se mi mudi." *Kao uleti skozi vrata* "U šit, čevlji, čevlji." *se kao sezuje.* "Živjo, draga, morm na potrebo! Uletiš v kopalnico ... dvigneš desko ... dvigneš LUKNJO v deski." *Kao da lula* "In pol ti iz dnevne zavpije: 'A SI DVIGNU DESKO?!' A?" *se obrne za 90 stopinj ... še zmer lula. "Šit.""&lt;br /&gt;Cavazza: "Jst sm enkrat se pelu dam iz službe, in na pločniku vidm od uzadi eno bejbo. Res, tist mini krilce, rit za ... waw. Upočasnim, odprem šipo za boljši pogled. Si dvignem sončna očala, da bi si jo ugledal, če je tolk huda tut od uspredi. Mislm folk, to je blo ... Bum! Airbagi! Totalka! ... Avto mislm.&lt;br /&gt;Vidm jst čez kak mesec spet to punco, k proti men laufa. Jst nism vedu kaj bi. To je blo ... Bum! Airbagi! Totalka! ... Punca mislm. In se pred mano ustav in reče: 'Oprostite, gospod, lahko vprašam koliko je ura?' ... MISLM! ... KAKŠEN GOSPOD?! Jst sm mlad fant! Sicer sem res nekoliko siv, ampak ... Jst sm bil tolk jezen, da sm ji eno uro premal povedu, da bo ja zamudila na tist kar se ji je mudil!."&lt;br /&gt;Cavazza: "Najhujš je, če te ženska vpraša, kakšna zgleda. Če se je zredila. Pri tem je najbolj važen reakcijski čas. Ma niti pol sekunde ne smete razmišlat, k potem bo takoj: ja pa sem se, grozna sem ... ne maraš me več, a ti je res samo izgled važen. NE! Ko se ženska gleda v ogledalo in 'O, dragi, a se ti ne zdi, da sem se ...' 'NE! Ljubica, super si! Mwa!'"&lt;br /&gt;Javšnik: "Zdej prekmurke ... pr njih je pa glavni problem to, da bi rabu podnapise. Folk prav, da je najbolj glavno pr zvezi KOMUNIKACIJA. Ja, halo ... pri prekmurki jest še ne razumem, česa naj ne bi razumel!"&lt;br /&gt;Bizovičar: "Veste, vsa ta imena, ki jih ženske tako rade dajate moškim. To je ko životinsko carstvo. Vedno je kaka žival. Al si mišek, mucek, prasec, piton ... okej, bil sem že kobra ... no, pa sej hlod sm tut biu. Kaj se režiš ti tam, če ti punca reče Kolibri, že neki vse ni čist uredu."&lt;br /&gt;Zrnec ... pride na oder ... kaos v dvorani ... folk se pomiri ... Zrnec se premakne ... kaos v dvorani. (ene 3x je blo tko).&lt;br /&gt;Okej, mojih 5 min slave:&lt;br /&gt;Zrnec: "Ta slovenska muska, a veste."&lt;br /&gt;Jst (mami ... nekoliko preveč naglas): "Ojoj." (kao, se mi že smiljo)&lt;br /&gt;Zrnec: "Ja, ojoj, a ne."&lt;br /&gt;(sedel smo drgač na tribunah, dost blizu odra)&lt;br /&gt;Zrnec: "A veste a ne ... Bog je ustvaru zemljo, pa živali, pa tut tistga enga človeka, k mu je dal ime Adam. In je vzel vso lepoto, pamet vse to in stlaču v en Adamov reber. In pol je mel žurko tm gor a ne ... je povabu Zevsa pa Odina pa te ... in so se šli mal zafrkavat. In je vzel glih tist reber Adamu in iz tega naredu žensko. Ampak Bogu še ni blo dost a veste ...&lt;br /&gt;ženske je naredu tolk seksi karkol počnejo ... vidte k ve sesate, znate tko lepo migat pa to ... k moški sesa to zgleda tko" ... "'Šit, a ne morjo daljših kablov na teh stvareh delat!' ... k ženska menja žarnico, to gre tko" ... "in ve pr tem zgledate seksi. K gre moški menjat žarnico, je to smrtno nevarno.&lt;br /&gt;Ampak kle Bogu še ni blo dost!"&lt;br /&gt;Ej, to je tko like 2 stavka celga romana smeha.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, nazaj do FF ... Že cel dan poslušam Black Water, Battle in the Forgoten City pa The Chase of Highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poskušam razvit svojo idejo, ampak se trudm, da ne bi blo PREVEČ kot FF, sam bo blo, ker je bla celotna ideja iz tega vzeta.&lt;br /&gt;Pa skos mi gre Renov "YO." po glav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sm najdla nov življenjski cilj: DOBIT FF igrco, in jo spravt na XP (čeprov je mogoče igrat samo na 95). To bo vzel neki časa, zato je to dober življenjski cilj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cornelia: “Nice shoes. 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Vseen je 100x boljš izpadl (d00h).&lt;br /&gt;Posledica:&lt;br /&gt;jst sm že odkar sm vidla prvič študirala, da bi blo dobr neki v tem stilu napisat ... mislm ne v stilu FF pač pa v stilu določenih karakterjev. Ideja mi je bila všeč.&lt;br /&gt;No, dons pa že cel dan scene pa ideje dobivam, kako bi dejansko to pisala. Sam še plot rabm. Pa neki dejstev razčistit. Moja obsedenost s simboliko mi ne dovoljuje, da bi kr enga badguya not vpeljala, k itak nimam pojma kaj je njegov motiv oz. kdo je. Tko da bomo to pilil še ene par dni/tednov/mesecev pa pol kako novelo napisal.&lt;br /&gt;Problem: ideja je mnogo preveč razvita, da bi to prišlo dolgo 20 strani (kot vsaka moja povprečna novela) ... ampak itak je vse odvisn od glavnega fighta, tko da bomo se pol omejil, k bomo to vedl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dons sm mela ene čudne sanje ... pa ne da so ble čudne, samo k sm mela 4 različne.&lt;br /&gt;*Fight BladeBrakers vs Kai (thanks, Kia)&lt;br /&gt;*Kai training&lt;br /&gt;*Sasuke and me training (Konoha)&lt;br /&gt;*8 tailed Kyuubi and Minato (I blame last friday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najdla novo knjigo, ki veliko obeta:&lt;br /&gt;DARK MOON by David Gemmell&lt;br /&gt;glede na cajt kokr ga mam sm pršla do 10 strani ... (dons sm falila eno predavanje pa šla v knjižnico ... no zdele falevam drug in tret predavanje)&lt;br /&gt;Pazi to ... do 10 strani, pa že mi je Dace car ... to je en demon vojne znotrej enga. In k pride naplan pofenta vse, pa še ozmerja vse po vrst.&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me on Ahriman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snake&lt;br /&gt;  /*******\&lt;br /&gt;Snail*****|&lt;br /&gt;\***** Toad&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is called SANSUKUMI (it works clockwise)&lt;br /&gt;Looks familliar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evo, če se še kej primernega spomnem, dopišem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caleb:&lt;/span&gt; “Blunk? You’re that smuggler?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blunk:&lt;/span&gt; “Businessman.”&lt;br /&gt;--- W.I.T.C.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScEhzekgbCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dHAwqMRTzBo/s1600-h/ga941022.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScEhzekgbCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dHAwqMRTzBo/s400/ga941022.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314566203537124386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScEhzFmdTdI/AAAAAAAAASI/ONGOBAAbtBE/s1600-h/ga941007.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScEhzFmdTdI/AAAAAAAAASI/ONGOBAAbtBE/s400/ga941007.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314566196834422226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/ScEhy2O70HI/AAAAAAAAASA/1OANIpO5qKk/s1600-h/ga941002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Damn it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cajta sm mela pa glih tolk, da sm 2 od petih prebrala ... to je TU MAČ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pismo živce zgubljam zard šole, mazolji se mi na veliko delajo, zmatrana sm SKOS, na živce mi gre VSE, bolj se učim, bolj se stvar nikamor ne premakne. Žvim sam še za tist petek zjutri, k pride vn nov part of Naruto. Počitnc pa nism mela že od 1. oktobra, leta 2008.&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME A BREAK, GIVE ME A WEEK I CAN SLEEP IN AND DO NOTHING IN CONECTION TO SCHOOL! And I mean !!!NOTHING!!! But noooo ... čez 14 dni morm oddat eno nalogo k je še začela nism delat, ker se je stran od šole SESULA ... čez 14 dni se začnejo kolokviji ... in to sranje se bo vleklo do 3 leta in the future (če ne celo več).&lt;br /&gt;Počutm se, k da bi me en prjel k gobo in ožel. Zdej če grem to Urški rečt, bo rekla: "That's life, baby." In v tistem bi se jst z njo skregala, ker ona ma samo FAX, jst mam pa poleg te norije še društvenega za vozniško v četrtek, pa SLUŽBO, pa probam še kej knjige zdravn spacat, ampak glede na to, da itak nobenga ne zanima, študiram, če čem vse skupi prekint till after the fax.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I don't think that's a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;Reason no. 1: Nekak bom pozabila vse do takrat.&lt;br /&gt;Reason no. 2: To je ena od dveh stvari (poleg Naruta) k me še drži na tej strani normalnega. Mislm, ne normalnega, sam da ne grem pobegnt kriče skozi vrata, na najvišjo stolpnico v bližini, pol pa po bližnici do tal.&lt;br /&gt;Tko da bomo vztrajal. Mogoče bomo pregledal en poglavje na teden. Pol pa mogoče motive napisal eno stran na teden, za 4to knjigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Študiram, če čem vse, kar sm do zdej napisala še enkrat jit prebirat pa še enkrat pisat prvi del. Če čem kr vse prečrtat pa tko narest, da ne bo povezan k anime/nadaljvanka/manga, k ni ena zgodba na knjigo ampak en kup zgodb na 12 knjig ... popravek bi bil takšen, da bi bla ena zgodba na knjigo in samo en big fight na knjigo ... ampak po pravici povedan, ne morm nobenga fighta vn vreč, ne da bi se vse neki spremenil in ne morm zgodbo ene osebe na knjigo povedat, če istočasno se starajo in doživljajo iste stvari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zdej je kle vprašanje kaj bomo s šolo nardil?&lt;br /&gt;Nekak sm pogruntala, kaj bi blo dobr.&lt;br /&gt;Nardim ta school, prek neta najdm ene k igrce delajo in delam za njih.&lt;br /&gt;To bi blo fajn. Igrce so fajn ... Sam jst bi si rada zgodbe za igro zmišljevala, to pa ne vem, če mamo glih programerji čez.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nekakšen cilj je, čeprov ni lihk ideal.&lt;br /&gt;Mogoče pol po 3eh letih šolanja grem od faxa, najdem kak uizi job in sproti študiram kako prevajanje al pa kej.&lt;br /&gt;Boljši cilj.&lt;br /&gt;Mogoče celo knjige.&lt;br /&gt;Mogoče bi mogla pisat Valenovaku pa vprašat, kaj more človek znat za prevajalca, a je šola obvezna (vrjetn je).&lt;br /&gt;Zdej zakaj ne grem na pisateljsko?&lt;br /&gt;Uizi:&lt;br /&gt;1. Določajo ti, kaj morš pisat (no free will)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ni dnarja&lt;br /&gt;3. Ni službe (oz si stalno pod pritiskom, ker če do roka ne oddajaš nisi plačan)&lt;br /&gt;Kako bi lahko človek vklop-izklop svoj mood in svoje ideje na to: do 13.4. morš napisat knjigo.&lt;br /&gt;Aja vse to pride šele po tem, ko dobim job in grem LAHKO na filofax.&lt;br /&gt;Jst bi šla nekam, kjer se mi ni treba lagat seb in folku okol mene, da me neki zanima. Jst rabm DOPUST! Delala bi tist, kar bi jst hotla, kadar bi jst hotla. Brala, gledala filme, pisala, risala ... sej bi delala, ampak ne bi blo tiste NUJE, kaj pa kdaj morm delat!&lt;br /&gt;Samo en teden folk ... prosim ... lepo prosim ... sam en teden brez šole pa službe pa vožnje ... is that to much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan Lin: “Don’t blame yourselves.”&lt;br /&gt;Cornelia: “I don’t. 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sb1MfMg_SLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/R2XPJZ_2x2I/s400/ga940404.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313487234186299570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sb1Md3830HI/AAAAAAAAAP4/084quYTUfME/s1600-h/ga940403.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sb1Md3830HI/AAAAAAAAAP4/084quYTUfME/s400/ga940403.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313487211486236786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-6585191670666627463?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/6585191670666627463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=6585191670666627463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6585191670666627463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6585191670666627463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-dopust.html' title='I need a DOPUST'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sb1M7j7sLqI/AAAAAAAAARA/5Gd10kcHGOg/s72-c/ga940710.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-7651933525172533921</id><published>2009-03-13T22:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:50:42.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I did a lot today</title><content type='html'>I woke up&lt;br /&gt;I read Naruto&lt;br /&gt;I went hyperactive&lt;br /&gt;I went to school&lt;br /&gt;I went to drive&lt;br /&gt;I went to work&lt;br /&gt;I came home&lt;br /&gt;I installed office 2007&lt;br /&gt;I am here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mela sm ful velik za povedat&lt;br /&gt;od tega da je YODAIME v igri spet pa NARUTO ve, da je NJEGOV FOTR ... pa 8 TAILED FOX&lt;br /&gt;pa kok je vse noro ipd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nimam več tolk energije ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se vidmo k se vidmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Irma:&lt;/span&gt; “AH! Oh dear … the conversation has accidentally wandered away from Cornelia’s life. Whatever were we thinking?”&lt;br /&gt;- W.I.T.C.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 garfieldov za dons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbrUKpmJ_fI/AAAAAAAAAOo/avKopgfFDdk/s1600-h/ga931129.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbrUKpmJ_fI/AAAAAAAAAOo/avKopgfFDdk/s400/ga931129.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312791989866593778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbrUKu_KrcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YUwrMKhKAKo/s1600-h/ga931127.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbrUKu_KrcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/YUwrMKhKAKo/s400/ga931127.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312791991313673666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbrUKjEGwFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/4srGcozFzdc/s1600-h/ga931126.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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I get lots of things wrong, I misspell lots of stuff and I don't care about what you think. The dangerous trio is back as you might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, comp's got a problem with me and I've got a problem with comp. Nothing new here ... we're at war ... all is fair. I threten him with throwing him out the window (i forget to open it before that ofcourse) ... and it doesn't work. Isn't Balance grand.&lt;br /&gt;I've got Word 2002 ... SUCKS!!!! Need to get a newer one ... I spend half of my life in word, I'd like it to be SOMETHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... school ...&lt;br /&gt;Still sucks ... nothing changed there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've got Mirror's Edge game ... great adrenalin game ... about runners ... The only thing I dislike realy are the movies (cartoons) cut-scenes because it's in one of the rare drawing I don't like. But hey ... the game's great otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Faith is a real runner girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next ... sun is shining outside ... hopefuly it'll last another couple of days, we're going to My Peice of Heaven on saturday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I find interesting is that I would like to write something about Vihar ... not a fight or sth ... just about him ... what's he like ... how does he look like ... from another's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And seeing my notes on the closet ... those special notes like:&lt;br /&gt;"Veorn more pred koncem še ..." (... means: not telling you)&lt;br /&gt;"Gerion ..."&lt;br /&gt;"Od kje se ... in ... poznata?! (Njuna zgodba)"&lt;br /&gt;"Child syndrom, great fighter (doing that all the time), tale told from the girls side (someone close to him)"&lt;br /&gt;doesn't help me not going writting right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Oh, I remembered ... Sasuke learned how to control Chidori as far as two feet away. Without destroying too much of the surrounding area. Thank god, coz Naruto was kinda the target on which he learned (not the official target, he just kept talking about how far behind training Sasuke was ... I new it would burn a fuse someday.) ... the story: Sasuke wasn't looking at Naruto when he snaped and tree was between them. Tree's a history, Naruto went into panic-mode, and Sakura went in the worrying one. Kakashi maneged to say: "Good work," but continued "Let's just see you won't use that, while aiming at your team-mate again, shall we."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay Lin: “That’s Uriah. Just ignore him.”&lt;br /&gt;Irma: “Yeah. The evolution did.”&lt;br /&gt;-W.I.T.C.H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sblle7pdhOI/AAAAAAAAANc/-Q4Y5pCEW0w/s1600-h/ga931031.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sblle7pdhOI/AAAAAAAAANc/-Q4Y5pCEW0w/s400/ga931031.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312388817542284514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sblle0e2wsI/AAAAAAAAANU/IRzGK-ccaTE/s1600-h/ga931027.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sblle0e2wsI/AAAAAAAAANU/IRzGK-ccaTE/s400/ga931027.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312388815618753218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SblleVBoAEI/AAAAAAAAANM/966LeMoPFlM/s1600-h/ga931014.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SblleVBoAEI/AAAAAAAAANM/966LeMoPFlM/s400/ga931014.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312388807174651970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SblleRO0f9I/AAAAAAAAANE/M_DalKSd8tU/s1600-h/ga931006.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SblleRO0f9I/AAAAAAAAANE/M_DalKSd8tU/s400/ga931006.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312388806156255186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SblleF_uEnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rEAU9iIvIIg/s1600-h/ga931005.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SblleF_uEnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rEAU9iIvIIg/s400/ga931005.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312388803140129394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-8226675027885019850?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/8226675027885019850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=8226675027885019850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8226675027885019850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8226675027885019850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-on-my-slow-ish-comp.html' title='Back on my slow-ish comp'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sblle7pdhOI/AAAAAAAAANc/-Q4Y5pCEW0w/s72-c/ga931031.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-1487328112836945604</id><published>2009-03-05T22:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:47:05.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Učeri ...&lt;br /&gt;10 ur v šoli - 1 ura (kosilo v kitajski restavraciji ... Palčke še zmer obvladam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pridm dam, se sezujem ... padem v posteljo ... sej sam pet minut ... se zbudim eno uro kasnej.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dons ... zjutri nardim en program ... grem vozt, grem v šolo, pridm dam ... od enga mama je mela b-day ... smo šli na zastonj coca-colo .... pridem dam ... crknjena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dons smo mel tekmovanje, kdo bi si več nog odrezal. I lost. I like my legs. They can walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Magnanamus:&lt;/span&gt; “Let’s see what you’ve got left in that pathetic excuse for a robot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coop:&lt;/span&gt; “Pathetic?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; “Oh, man … he shouldn’t have said that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coop:&lt;/span&gt; “Okay, you big headed tator-top looking freak, you trick me; you stack the odds against me; you threaten my friends … AND you insult my robot. Now, I’m mad.”&lt;br /&gt;--- Megas XLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBWAlDh4wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NCAy78Xm9RU/s1600-h/ga930922.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBWAlDh4wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NCAy78Xm9RU/s400/ga930922.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309838528616719106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBWAd3tQaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3hxUS7Texs8/s1600-h/ga930901.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBWAd3tQaI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3hxUS7Texs8/s400/ga930901.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309838526688084386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBWAAjEPyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/e48rLTv4f2M/s1600-h/ga930811.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBWAAjEPyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/e48rLTv4f2M/s400/ga930811.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309838518816882466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBWAI8repI/AAAAAAAAAMc/savVvBvjBBU/s1600-h/ga930807.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBWAI8repI/AAAAAAAAAMc/savVvBvjBBU/s400/ga930807.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309838521071794834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBV-3jw4VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/L_FFmuHpHU8/s1600-h/ga930728.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBV-3jw4VI/AAAAAAAAAMU/L_FFmuHpHU8/s400/ga930728.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309838499224019282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-1487328112836945604?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/1487328112836945604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=1487328112836945604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1487328112836945604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1487328112836945604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/03/zzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzz'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbBWAlDh4wI/AAAAAAAAAM0/NCAy78Xm9RU/s72-c/ga930922.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-1650077533474547171</id><published>2009-03-03T23:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:56:58.851+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bogi folk k ga jst mučim</title><content type='html'>You know it ... I wrote a scene and I pity the boy ... coz of the weirdness that is happening to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sleepy and I don't feel like talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya-aaa-aaa-aaaawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I need to study ... and I need to work and suffer and you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaj je že počel?&lt;br /&gt;Takrat mu je v glavo udarila ena sama misel: KISIK!&lt;br /&gt;Saj res!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Magnanamus:&lt;/span&gt; “Send in everyone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Technician:&lt;/span&gt; “Which one?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Magnanamus:&lt;/span&gt; “EVERYONE!”&lt;br /&gt;--- MegasXLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sa21VrlTZ4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rM8iL-vfujU/s1600-h/ga930726.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sa21VF43r0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/WXLz7Z-4tIs/s400/ga930615.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309098909702270786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sa21VGwWYJI/AAAAAAAAALs/fi24z2_0tWY/s1600-h/ga930608.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sa21VGwWYJI/AAAAAAAAALs/fi24z2_0tWY/s400/ga930608.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309098909934968978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-1650077533474547171?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/1650077533474547171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=1650077533474547171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1650077533474547171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1650077533474547171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/03/bogi-folk-k-ga-jst-mucem.html' title='Bogi folk k ga jst mučim'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sa21VrlTZ4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/rM8iL-vfujU/s72-c/ga930726.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-8836084531501577282</id><published>2009-03-01T23:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:20:30.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideja, k je ne morm uporabt</title><content type='html'>great ... dons sm dobila eno idejo za par, pa je ne morm uporabt zato k so vsi pari že poštudirani kako, kdaj in zakaj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideja je bila v stilu, da bi bla tko rahlo sovražnika in bi se mlatla in bi tip punco nakonc zapru nekam pol pa teče tist pogovor, k en druzga zafrkavata v glavo. Sliš se zelo Veorn-ish, ampak za njegovo zvezo (al whatever you'd call that) je že čist poskrbljen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okej ... zdele bom spet izpadla kot freak ...&lt;br /&gt;Sanje - Konoha:&lt;br /&gt;Prejšen teden se skregam s Sasukejem:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;ker je genij šel Chidori delat 4x in a row samo za trening. (pr men uglavi je še zmer nekje na tisti stopnji Naruto, part 1 ... sam da je napredval, pa usmerjat je začel Chidori) In mu Kakashi pridiga in itak ga mudel nč ne posluša. In pol tm izmučen, napol mrtev sedi naslonjen na drevo in jst vidm da študira, kako bi se spet pobral pa šel trenirat, medtem mu pa Kakashi zadi pridiga in pridm do njega in tist:&lt;br /&gt;"You're an idiot, do you know that?"&lt;br /&gt;in on men: "Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;"If you do another move that could qualify as a training, *I*'m gonna kick your ass."&lt;br /&gt;"As if you could."&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... a je lahko bolj trmast od tega. "Not normaly ... but right now, I don't think you're able to do two steps without help, yet alone fight me."&lt;br /&gt;"I can fight." pa proba ustat. povdark na PROBA.&lt;br /&gt;"You were saying?"&lt;br /&gt;"Go away, I don't need your help."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, If you can get up and walk to your home in ten minutes, then I'm not gonna tell Kakashi and he'll not call in Sakura as a medic."&lt;br /&gt;Tries to get up: "I just wanted to see, how many I can pull of before colapsing."&lt;br /&gt;Helps him up: "Yeah, and Naruto wanted to see how much Ramen he can eat before barfing. You boys are all the same."&lt;br /&gt;"And you're not stubborn at all, right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, shut up."&lt;br /&gt;No, pol sva ga s skupnimi močmi zvlekla do doma.&lt;br /&gt;Od takrat baje, da še ni probal 4x in a row spet ... glede na Kakashijevo pripovedovanje. Ampak zadnje cajte itak vedno bolj trenira na samem, tko da ... boys will be boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jamie: “I can’t hold on. I’m not as strong as I look.”&lt;br /&gt;--- MegasXLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX7HB291I/AAAAAAAAALk/TI7eayyffUs/s1600-h/ga930607.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX7HB291I/AAAAAAAAALk/TI7eayyffUs/s400/ga930607.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308362890052826962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX6z8sFAI/AAAAAAAAALc/eh1FXFmOlnk/s1600-h/ga930530.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX6z8sFAI/AAAAAAAAALc/eh1FXFmOlnk/s400/ga930530.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308362884930868226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX6X2RHdI/AAAAAAAAALU/7rHw4cmVLJY/s1600-h/ga930525.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX6X2RHdI/AAAAAAAAALU/7rHw4cmVLJY/s400/ga930525.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308362877387742674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX6QhvfWI/AAAAAAAAALM/fkNTHbRBDlQ/s1600-h/ga930503.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX6QhvfWI/AAAAAAAAALM/fkNTHbRBDlQ/s400/ga930503.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308362875422604642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX6dhLyFI/AAAAAAAAALE/3AD7uDpCweE/s1600-h/ga930427.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX6dhLyFI/AAAAAAAAALE/3AD7uDpCweE/s400/ga930427.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308362878909925458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-8836084531501577282?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/8836084531501577282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=8836084531501577282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8836084531501577282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8836084531501577282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/03/ideja-k-je-ne-morm-uporabt.html' title='Ideja, k je ne morm uporabt'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SasX7HB291I/AAAAAAAAALk/TI7eayyffUs/s72-c/ga930607.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4525127613706724238</id><published>2009-02-28T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:46:53.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird day</title><content type='html'>People used to call me strange ...&lt;br /&gt;... well they still do, but I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day before yesterday we went to see Twilight (Read Evil by Nature blog) ... next day I woke up 6.30 to read new part of Naruto ... 6 TAILS imerges ... you can imagine hyperactivation shok it gave me.&lt;br /&gt;We had two hours of practice in school and I couldn't sit still for 5 seconds straight. The guy next to me start laughing at my nervousness. I couldn't even stand still on the bus-stop. He was watching at me with the mixed worry, amazmend, happyness for me ... and I looked at him with the: "What?" while taping my foot on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;So I was outside for most of the day and watched movies for the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was at work ... boring much.&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home and try to finish the boss on the TitanQuest, but couldn't. Damn him.&lt;br /&gt;Now I digged up the CD from the last milenium (truly) and I'm listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJB5Rqc1m0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJB5Rqc1m0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; “Yeah, we’re interested.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kiva:&lt;/span&gt; “Jamie … I think Coop can make a decision on his own.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jamie:&lt;/span&gt; “No, he can’t.”&lt;br /&gt;--- MegasXLR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hiuBeEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/I8ZXJPhGpDI/s1600-h/ga930426.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hiuBeEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/I8ZXJPhGpDI/s400/ga930426.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307983119297640514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hWFX1WI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HjpUcFn9Vw0/s1600-h/ga930425.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hWFX1WI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HjpUcFn9Vw0/s400/ga930425.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307983115905914210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hbNW7aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ey1UhBDVMG0/s1600-h/ga930417.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hbNW7aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ey1UhBDVMG0/s400/ga930417.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307983117281586594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hLvJolI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2Mfgd2VT7Ko/s1600-h/ga930330.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hLvJolI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2Mfgd2VT7Ko/s400/ga930330.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307983113128354386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hGYwFKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uUZmCnR2LZQ/s1600-h/ga930221.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hGYwFKI/AAAAAAAAAKU/uUZmCnR2LZQ/s400/ga930221.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307983111692227746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-4525127613706724238?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/4525127613706724238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=4525127613706724238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4525127613706724238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4525127613706724238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/02/weird-day.html' title='Weird day'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/Sam-hiuBeEI/AAAAAAAAAK0/I8ZXJPhGpDI/s72-c/ga930426.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-3755346459523710038</id><published>2009-02-26T23:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:34:15.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Tolk svetovno, da sm tolk zmatrana, da sem No Comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folk je dons že trpel okol mene, jutr pa še bo XD&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[walks over to the helm and looks around fondly]&lt;/span&gt; “On deck, you scabrous dogs! Man the braces! Let down and haul to run free. Now...bring me that horizon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[hums and takes out his compass] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And really bad eggs … drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.”&lt;br /&gt;--- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYb8pmczI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZyLozljRQH0/s1600-h/ga930119.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYb8pmczI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZyLozljRQH0/s400/ga930119.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237554295567154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYbtSYoGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tTMlgKAnmvM/s1600-h/ga930110.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYbtSYoGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/tTMlgKAnmvM/s400/ga930110.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237550171660386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYbqAt1NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zBzqgEz2skk/s1600-h/ga930103.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYbqAt1NI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/zBzqgEz2skk/s400/ga930103.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237549292246226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYbR3gaNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/G7NTHMv8g_U/s1600-h/ga921220.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYbR3gaNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/G7NTHMv8g_U/s400/ga921220.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237542811166930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYbehoKpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Xpj-OjrLax8/s1600-h/ga921218.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYbehoKpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Xpj-OjrLax8/s400/ga921218.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237546209061522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-3755346459523710038?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/3755346459523710038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=3755346459523710038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/3755346459523710038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/3755346459523710038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SacYb8pmczI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZyLozljRQH0/s72-c/ga930119.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4186331251386695883</id><published>2009-02-25T15:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:16:00.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain vs Analiza ... Analiza is a bigger evil</title><content type='html'>Izpit je šel v redu ... več kot pol sem natančno vedla kaj pišem ... sicer je blo ene par stvari k mi sploh ni blo jasnih zakaj so narobe odgovori pršli ipd. Pripravljala sem se na kotne funkcije (ker verjeli ali ne: na računalniški šoli ne smeš met kalkulatorja pri izpitu iz matematike == Analize) v testu je bil LOGARITEM!&lt;br /&gt;(Snaps's look when everything goes wrong that day)&lt;br /&gt;Nakar se po testu pogovarjamo in jst pogruntam da mam četrt od tiste polovice za katero sem bila prepričana, da je prov, narobe ... in tisti čudaški čudni odgovori, k sm jih vztrajno črtala so dobil popolnoma nov pomen.&lt;br /&gt;In še huje je bilo, ker je vse imelo večji smisel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, zdej jst ne vem, al to sam men zmeri ratuje al je to kaka bolezen al WTF je kle narobe, da jst čist zmer vse zafrknem.&lt;br /&gt;So zoprni primeri krivi. D00h, ampak to ni to.&lt;br /&gt;Je snov kriva. D00h, ampak to smo se učil.&lt;br /&gt;Je 90min, torej premal časa krivo. D00h, ampak jst itak ne bi progruntala sama od sebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa *** še en rok mam na listi ... in še ta JESENI, ker mislm poletnega prsočit, da bom v miru lahko programiranje (če ga bom) nardila.&lt;br /&gt;*** - cenzurirana epizoda preklinjanja in razbijanja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prebrala Mesto Mrtvih ... super knjiga ... Scarlett je carka (no sej so vsi), sam ni tolk carka kokr je carska njena moč XD. Taj Funga zna poklicat ... ženska je najmočnejša od vseh petih za vraga!!! Kje se je pisatelj spomnu na Taj Funga?! Mene je kr stresl k sm spet prebrala ta ime ...&lt;br /&gt;Ja, nekak ste pogruntal, da če sem to jst k to govori, more bit neki v povezavi s kakim mitičnim zmajem ... ampak več vam pa ne povem, kaj pravzaprav ta zmaj je!&lt;br /&gt;Pa Triade so ... LOL&lt;br /&gt;k tip pove, da je vodja enga konca Triad, pa so bli Jamie, Matt pa Richard lihk na kosilu pri njemu ... pa tko Jamie pa Matt se nekako odzivata, da pač itak ni nč več nenormalno ... Richard pa ful z odprtimi usti bulji v tipa. Mislm, prov vidla sm ga pa mal me je na Veorna spominjal XD.&lt;br /&gt;Svetovna knjiga, nimaš kej ... sm jo prebrala v 11ih urah ... s premori seveda (šola, izpiti) ... vsega skupi sm brala ene 3-5ur. Ok, mogoče 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pogledala Kill Bill 1 in Kill Bill 2&lt;br /&gt;Pomoje so mal prevzel po mangah in animejih. Vsekakor veliko veliko veliko ubijanja in krvi, za ne sicer brez razloga ampak tist slepi killing spree. Nč olepšav pa kej. Umori pred otroki, umori na poroki, ipd. Aja pa ena 11 letnica, k je ubila pedofila k je umoril njene starše. Pol pa še njegovo stražo.&lt;br /&gt;Zgodba ... Black Mamba ... nekdanja asasin agentka ... trenirana pri najboljših ... poznavalka kung fu, sword fighting ... vsega česar si zmislš ... noseča po vrhu je bla lihk na svoji lastni poroki (recimo ... bla je reversal) ... k pridejo notr njeni nekdanji sodelavci in pobijejo vsako živo bitje v cerkvi. Vključno z njo ... that is what they tought.&lt;br /&gt;Po štirih letih se zbudi iz kome, ugotovi, da otroka ni več, ustreljena je bila v glavo ... da nočni negovalec prodaja njeno telo za fuk ...&lt;br /&gt;You can immagine how pissed of she can be ... in zdej to pomnožite z 100.&lt;br /&gt;Poda se na killing spree, da pofenta vse svoje sodelavke, sodelavca in šefa Billa. Vsi so izučeni v vsem kar ona ...&lt;br /&gt;V filmu je tolk fighta, da so ga mogl dat v 2. Ni nč tistga, da je človek ustreljen v ramo pa pade mrtev ... dobesedno prerezani so, zaklani itd. Realistično ... like manga. Sej tut piše da so ideje pobiral od tam. Beri: Adrenalinski remix kitajskih borilnih filmov, kung fuja, samurajskih mečevanj, yakuz, hongkonške akrobatike, špageti vesternov, pulp fikcij, animeja, mange ... itd.&lt;br /&gt;Uglavnem vse živo in večinoma mrtvo.&lt;br /&gt;Filma vredena ogleda za vse ljubitelje mang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zdej morm pa še neki probat napisat v word ... papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[notices the parrot]&lt;/span&gt; “Well! I’m actually feeling rather good about this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[to Governor Swann]&lt;/span&gt; “I think we've all arrived at a very special place, eh? Spiritually … Ecumenically … Grammatically …” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[to Norrington]&lt;/span&gt; “I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate. Know that.” &lt;br /&gt;“Elizabeth … it would never have worked between us, darling. I’m sorry.” &lt;br /&gt;“Will … nice hat.”&lt;br /&gt;“Friends! This is the day that you will always remember as the day that …” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[falls over battlement]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgK4g6gAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Y8Qu0Ehz8fU/s1600-h/ga921213.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgK4g6gAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Y8Qu0Ehz8fU/s400/ga921213.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753476011393026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgK5BI34I/AAAAAAAAAJc/scBajy0rK-M/s1600-h/ga921204.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgK5BI34I/AAAAAAAAAJc/scBajy0rK-M/s400/ga921204.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753476146552706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgKg4DyUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uHk7ENA_wkk/s1600-h/ga921122.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgKg4DyUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uHk7ENA_wkk/s400/ga921122.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753469666019650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgKYurFgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fc-Lx4xjAoo/s1600-h/ga921108.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgKYurFgI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fc-Lx4xjAoo/s400/ga921108.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753467479168514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgKWJgVRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/emqgdloNewI/s1600-h/ga921107.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgKWJgVRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/emqgdloNewI/s400/ga921107.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753466786403602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-4186331251386695883?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/4186331251386695883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=4186331251386695883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4186331251386695883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4186331251386695883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/02/pain-vs-analiza-analiza-is-bigger-evil.html' title='Pain vs Analiza ... Analiza is a bigger evil'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaVgK4g6gAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Y8Qu0Ehz8fU/s72-c/ga921213.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-190109723240375683</id><published>2009-02-22T22:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:34:35.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA MIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I work all night, I work all day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to pay the bills I have to pay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ain't it sad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And still there never seems to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a single penny left for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's too bad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In my dreams I have a plan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if I got me a wealthy man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wouldn't have to work at all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd fool around and have a ball ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Money, money, money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must be funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the rich man's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Money, money, money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the rich man's world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aha-ahaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the things I could do!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I had a little money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a rich man's world!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A man like that is hard to find, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but I can't get him off my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ain't it sad?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And if he happens to be free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I bet he wouldn't fancy me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's too bad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So I must leave, I'll have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to Las Vegas or Monaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and win a fortune in a game, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my life will never be the same ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Money, money, money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must be funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the rich man's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Money, money, money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the rich man's world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aha-ahaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the things I could do!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I had a little money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's a rich man's world!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Money, money, money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; must be funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the rich man's world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Money, money, money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; always sunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the rich man's world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aha-ahaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the things I could do!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "If I had a little money,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it's a rich man's world!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Ta film si morm tolk kupt ... čist skos odkar sm ga v kinu gledala mi gre po glav (pa to je blo lanskoleto enkrat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mama mia ... here I go again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my, my just how much I missed him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are the dancing queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young and sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only seventeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancing queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel the beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from the tambourine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can dance, you can jive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having the time of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See that girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;watch that scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dig in the dancing queen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa muske so tolk boljše v filmu (XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Učeri je bilo ... ok, ne v redu ... ampak bolj k nazadnje k smo se znašl v gužvi na plesišču s pijanim folkom okol sebe ...&lt;br /&gt;mal vrtoglavice ampak hujšega ni blo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zdej smo se pa analizo učil ... zdej bomo šli pa hmal spat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Official:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[reading a proclamation]&lt;/span&gt; “Jack Sparrow, be it known that you have …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[standing on the gallows]&lt;/span&gt; “Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Official:&lt;/span&gt; “… for your willful commission of crimes against the crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature, the most egregious of these to be cited herewith … piracy, smuggling … impersonating an officer of the Spanish Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England …”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[smiling]&lt;/span&gt; “Ah, yes.” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[looks over at the executioner who glares at him]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Official:&lt;/span&gt; “… sailing under false colors, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation, and general lawlessness. And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be, on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul.”&lt;br /&gt;--- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaHSIPSsrjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZRBIaVEGLAE/s1600-h/ga921012.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaHSIPSsrjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZRBIaVEGLAE/s400/ga921012.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305752875004898866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaHSH4G5J9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/rWtQ6Jl48bA/s1600-h/ga920927.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaHSH4G5J9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/rWtQ6Jl48bA/s400/ga920927.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305752868781369298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaHSH2CJm4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/wUtCtcmQGaA/s1600-h/ga920925.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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There are statues all over the place.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “OW … now he tells me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Guard!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Again? You attract these creatures like honey attracts bears.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Guard is coming my way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Like I said …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “I would like to ask for silence.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “What’s with the politeness?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Shut up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “And there it went.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Mine is gone.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “So is mine.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Crash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Hello? What happened.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “You bumped into a vase again, Kremon?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “I’m a good boy … no vase broken.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Yet.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Than what was that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Montej …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “What? He was nosy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “You just killed someone, didn’t you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Nah. Just knocked him out.” (loud slash) “*Now* I killed him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Are you crazy?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Great … now *everyone* will know they have security breach.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Hm? Are you talking to me?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “WHAT are you doing?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Liver. The most nutritious organ in someone’s body.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Yew …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Hm … this guy is all messed up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “How much blood?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Um … his guts are all over the hall.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Eat them as well.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “No, thank you. I have a taste you know. But I’m still hungry tough.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Kill a dragon, why don’t you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “I don’t think there are any dragons in this hall, you smart-ass-slayer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Oh, shut up.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Look, a mouse-hole.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Great … now Kremon’s hungry.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “A little mouse … how nice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Kremon, NO!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Crash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Now *this* … wasn’t my fault.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Someone else is causing chaos. I feel weird.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Wait … this thing isn’t over yet.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Wow … I found a dinning room.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Not again.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Someone’s coming my way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Well … hide.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;P (Pegaz je v hlevu nedaleč stran): “HEY! WAZZ UP! Hello … is this thing on?!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Ouch!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Damn.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Let me kill that horse.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Pegaz, step away from the diamond.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;P: “Well … how you’re all doing? Need anything.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Need silence.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Pegaz … what have I told you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;P: “I’m not standing on the diamond.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “… nice horse-burger with lots of bread … Eyes are good for your stomach … very fresh …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Montej … I’d like to eat something in the next few weeks, thank you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “You can have a hoof.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;P: “What’s going on? Is any guard near?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Yup … very near.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “In what part are you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “I’m in some hall.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Well, that’s the description of the year … we’re all in some halls.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Need silence.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Pegaz, if you so much as breathe I’ll smack you when I get there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Thank heaven.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Hm … another guard.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Don’t you even think about it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Cool.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “What?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “I’ve found my wanted paper. I’m worth a million and a half coins. That’s half million up from the last one I saw.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “How much am I worth?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Guys, this isn’t whose-head-is-worth-more contest.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Montej … you’re up for 3000.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Nice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Sai … you’re 5000 down, though.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Very funny, bird-brain.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “No, really.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Suuureee …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Well I’m 1.500.000 and you’re 1.495.000.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Have a nice rest of your dream.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Veorn, are you serious? He beat you for 5.000?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Down, Montej … he’s *down* for 5.000.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “So that means he’s up for 5.000?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Well … no.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Yes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “No.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Yes. I saw one yesterday.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Did not.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Did too.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Did not.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “On the tree near the lake.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “What tree?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “The one near the lake.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “What lake?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Now, Veorn … you know the big water all around this town.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “What town?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Wait a minute … are you telling me this dragon-killer killing sucker is beating me for a whole half of million?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “You got a problem with that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Yeah!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Say it to my face why don’t you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Boys.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Gladly … where are you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “In some hall.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “I’ll smell you out I will.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;P: “Is the coast clear yet?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “PEGAZ, what have I told you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;P: “Well, I just wanted to know if a bunch of guards walking into the building will be a problem.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Guards?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “This building?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “No problem, whatsoever.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “So, where’s that big snout of yours to cut?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Sai, stop it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “I’m right here, coming for you … don’t you worry.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “No, I’m the one who’s gonna fight that wolf-friend.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Well, let’s race who gets to him first, why don’t we?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “Hm … another mouse hole.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “I smell you, Slayer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Here, killy, killy, killy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Damn.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “What?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Guards …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Do I have to kill *everyone* in here?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “You shouldn’t kill anyone at all.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Oh, come on … everybody knows that sneaking inside a building full of dead bodies is easier than in the one with live ones.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “I found the red room guys.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Where?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Kr: “I just came from this hall which came out of another hall.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Veorn, what’s your status?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Single.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S “How are the guards, you idiot?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Well, how should I know? Probably hungry seeing they’re coming to the dining hall.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Wait … I smell Kremon. It’s on the west side.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “And I smell a tiger-boy here. And some guards … yummy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Don’t kill the guards … just get Veorn away from them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “And then kill them?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “I can take care for my self, thank you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “You shall kill no-one … got that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Just one or two?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “None. Zero. Do we understand each other?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Yes, mother. Damn … all women are alike. Come on, stink-breath.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “What are you doing in the vent? And you just ate raw liver … you call ME stink-breath?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Sorry for having a taste.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “A bad one.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Whatever. Just come on.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Okay … where is everybody now?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Here with ever-happy mouse chaser. Red room … west, north-west.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Hm … we’re …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “In the blue hall … next to the fountain.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “I’m on the way.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Guards are here as well … how nice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “How far?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Farther than you. I can hear you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Kala … thank god … now let’s do a trio.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “No fighting.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “I don’t know about you, but I can’t melt with the wall.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “We need someone who can take them out all at once.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Present.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Yeah … someone who doesn’t get all exited about killing more. And you can’t kill all of them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “How bout …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Damn … Sai … are you near?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Why are you calling him for?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Look … the first guard is nearing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Slam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Aw.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Don’t kill!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Wow, I never seen someones ear twisted like that.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Ow, ow, ow, ow … let go.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Kala … HEY! OW … let go.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Shut up. Both of you are too slow.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Well it was just a thought. You didn’t have to twist my arm.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Sai!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Yeah … wolf-man … Come here and save the world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Oh, but I just stopped for a rest.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Sai …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in one shot)&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Keep your crown on princess, there wasn’t so much as a sound.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Look … it’s the demon-boy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “It’s one dead Slayer.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Bring your snout to my sword.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “Gladly … Ow. Kala … the ear.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Montej, I’m gonna let you go now … coz I need my hand for other things. But you will not even breathe deep. Got that?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M: “I’m patient. I can wait till we’re outside.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Good.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Thanks for my hand back Kala … Now where’s that knife? He just used his energy killing these guys.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Need advantage, do we?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Nah … just making sure the demon doesn’t kill everyone in this hall. Clearly it didn’t.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Oh, so you want to fight.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Right here, right …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SLAM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “… now?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Sabur … get your hands off me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Yeah, Kala … what’s the all the panic about? I promise I won’t collapse ceiling on us.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “You two … are gonna stop this right now … and you Veorn will be quiet … and you Sai will lead the way to the red room.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;S: “Whatever you say, your majesty.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Quiet? That’s not in my dictionary.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Veorn.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;V: “Whatever, oh mighty protector.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ka: “Good.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “So what now, Jack Sparrow … Will it be it two immortals locked in an epic battle until Judgment Day and trumpets sound? Hmm?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Or you could surrender.”&lt;br /&gt;--- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQrm8DWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AsD3dSO3f6w/s1600-h/ga920822.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQrm8DWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AsD3dSO3f6w/s400/ga920822.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305348399765917026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQre1J2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ig-DPTMhtM0/s1600-h/ga920817.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQre1J2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Ig-DPTMhtM0/s400/ga920817.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305348399731910498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQaOSIXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bauH3oo384w/s1600-h/ga920706.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQaOSIXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bauH3oo384w/s400/ga920706.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305348395099103602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQaxufYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YgHC64WxhP8/s1600-h/ga920604.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQaxufYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/YgHC64WxhP8/s400/ga920604.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305348395247762818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQRDvwnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QEnE5GXRqfM/s1600-h/ga920316.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQRDvwnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QEnE5GXRqfM/s400/ga920316.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305348392638988914" 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/6981360741944455609-7006091824174899885?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/7006091824174899885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=7006091824174899885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7006091824174899885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7006091824174899885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/02/edit.html' title='Edit'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SaBiQrm8DWI/AAAAAAAAAIE/AsD3dSO3f6w/s72-c/ga920822.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-8866253857074642277</id><published>2009-02-20T22:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:44:23.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Boys, Bad Boys, whatcha gonna do ... whatcha gonna do when we come for you?!</title><content type='html'>Jup ... whatched it 3rd time.&lt;br /&gt;Still dying out of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a war with my so-called friend over MSN. I'm done with her panic. ONCE (when I studyed for 4 months NON STOP and then the exam was 5% I've been in a bad mood, and I didn't write it here but I told her on MSN. And now she's turning all hostile on me. That I do nothing than complain ... I should stop it and get laid ... and she brings it up EVERY FREAKING TIME I or SHE KLIK/S ME IN THE LAST MONTH.) ... yesterday I showed her a spot of her own taste, but as soon as she saw the Band's name Evanescence she freaked out ... emo music and I don't know what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I would hit her if I were a little closer. Everything that's different and doesn't bow to her will and doesn't worship the floor she walks up on is EMO and it's bad and ... I DON'T KNOW WHAT ... needs to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Emo isn't bad ... it's different ... so what ... everyone is intilted to life how he or she wants.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm not emo ... not even close ... emo means emotional ... I am emotional, but I don't seek atention ... I'm emotional with myself. I don't hurt myself coz there's no point ... if I don't find a reason to live, i'd get it over with ... no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;3. I was in depression for a year and I can tell you, that this girl doesn't know nothing about crying yourself to sleep or the pain inside your body that's ripping you apart. She's used to having everything and everyone. (May I add that Evanescence got me the power to face each day at that time).&lt;br /&gt;4. And when I'm in a bad mood she doesn't try to cheer me up, she yells at me for being in the bad mood ... I get enough of that from my parents, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kliking her for another month, and if she does, I'll start yelling at her, give her the taste of her own medicine before she pushes me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, to more cheereful things ...&lt;br /&gt;Pain has to die. Period. (painful death if I could choose ... torn apart by Kyuubi)&lt;br /&gt;I say let some girl take on Conan ... Ino, so she could be useful for once in her life. Ok, even better ... INO and SAKURA together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when Pain is that ... to Madara (they'll need sharingan user to get trough with him (I have just the guy for the job)).&lt;br /&gt;Madara has a certain sense of humor ... it'll be a shame to kill him. But I don't think his atentions are Kyuubi-friendly (he's the one who tamed this wonderful wild creature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to do something fun for the rest of the day (45 min), coz I need to study tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Me? I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly … stupid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[unsheathes a pirate’s sword and throws it to Will ; Jack starts fighting with Barbossa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vDGGRg6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/z361glDXHig/s1600-h/ga920216.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vDGGRg6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/z361glDXHig/s400/ga920216.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305010616288773026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vDL4zvhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IVQGxVqvX1A/s1600-h/ga920209.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vDL4zvhI/AAAAAAAAAHU/IVQGxVqvX1A/s400/ga920209.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305010617842908690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vC1QQx7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Uf6bpZRunNY/s1600-h/ga920207.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vC1QQx7I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Uf6bpZRunNY/s400/ga920207.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305010611767265202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vC-xpuNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wZS1i3wr4Oo/s1600-h/ga920124.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vC-xpuNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wZS1i3wr4Oo/s400/ga920124.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305010614323230930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vC6YLMzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NcHd5F-6hgE/s1600-h/ga910923.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vC6YLMzI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NcHd5F-6hgE/s400/ga910923.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305010613142631218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-8866253857074642277?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/8866253857074642277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=8866253857074642277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8866253857074642277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8866253857074642277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-boys-bad-boys-whatcha-gonna-do.html' title='Bad Boys, Bad Boys, whatcha gonna do ... whatcha gonna do when we come for you?!'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ8vDGGRg6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/z361glDXHig/s72-c/ga920216.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2671958423297493034</id><published>2009-02-19T19:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:15:53.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nardila Diskretne!</title><content type='html'>KR NEKI! Usral se mi je (no, znala sem sicer vse ... ampak to je blo tut za Analizo) ... dobila sem 6 ... se ne prtožujem ... sicer je najnižja pozitivna ocena ... ampak kle je povdarek na POZITIVNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 down 5 to go (in Analiza je kle vmes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Twilight je v kinu ... kdaj gremo gledat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Murtogg:&lt;/span&gt; “What are we doing here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mullroy:&lt;/span&gt; “The pirates come out, unprepared and unawares, we catch ‘em in the crossfire, send them down to see Old Hob.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Murtogg:&lt;/span&gt; “I know why we’re here. I mean why aren’t we doing what it was … what Mr. Sparrow said we should do. With the cannons and all?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Norrington:&lt;/span&gt; “Because it was Mr. Sparrow who said it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Murtogg:&lt;/span&gt; “You think he wasn’t telling the truth?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vlDxBs0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/F_jLGb4P2oA/s1600-h/ga900731.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vlDxBs0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/F_jLGb4P2oA/s400/ga900731.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588987313271618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vlN3wEhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hMEpcpnUS1A/s1600-h/ga900712.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vlN3wEhI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hMEpcpnUS1A/s400/ga900712.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588990025830930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vlJp-dYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MiSWcDbmO1k/s1600-h/ga900707.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vlJp-dYI/AAAAAAAAAGk/MiSWcDbmO1k/s400/ga900707.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588988894311810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vk__O4VI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sQIL45x5HmU/s1600-h/ga900508.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vk__O4VI/AAAAAAAAAGc/sQIL45x5HmU/s400/ga900508.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588986299113810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vk-Q_pKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vi5oppOrpHs/s1600-h/ga900507.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vk-Q_pKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vi5oppOrpHs/s400/ga900507.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588985836741794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2671958423297493034?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2671958423297493034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2671958423297493034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2671958423297493034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2671958423297493034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/02/nardila-diskretne.html' title='Nardila Diskretne!'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZ2vlDxBs0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/F_jLGb4P2oA/s72-c/ga900731.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2581816751771322265</id><published>2009-02-18T21:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:01:06.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think, therefore I am!"</title><content type='html'>B-day sucked ... I'm 19, so what ... tests have piled up ... optimism has left the building ... no free day in the last 5 months and that will continue for another 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah ... fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from 5 exams, 1 is positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give me another 3 months maybe ... when the exames start again ... that's when I'm gonna snap. I swear if it wasn't for someone for who I didn't have to pretend I'm in good mood and willing to talk about anything in particular, and he would be the one giving me a pep-talk that everything will work out sooner or later, I'd probably be gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take this anymore. Studying NIGHT and DAY, living on juces and sugar that helps me think ... not doing anything about my book ... not even a scene in the last week (or two) ... in my taken break, when my head is ready to explode ... I read Garfield for half an hour and then back to begining.&lt;br /&gt;And there aren't any resaults of my work whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm arguing with my mom all day, because I don't need to talk to her, because all I need is my family to get off my back and out of my room and not eating my sweets and drinking my juice that gives me needed energy.&lt;br /&gt;My soul for a life.&lt;br /&gt;Or my life so I can live in my dream (or my nightmare ... I always liked my nightmares). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one star in the dark night:&lt;br /&gt;Found (ok, TOOK) time to watch Shippuden, part 1.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;Having Kyuubi and Sasuke in the same place at the same time ... there's not a word to describe it's coolness.&lt;br /&gt;I think The Seal will be torn of ... eventually. (Hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “You don’t want to be doing that, mate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “No, I really think I do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Your funeral.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “Why don’t I want to be doing it?”&lt;br /&gt;- Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAJBOLJŠA OD VSEH GARFIELDOV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZx2j4vD9-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ClTCJ8iJw_o/s1600-h/ga880316.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZx2j4vD9-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ClTCJ8iJw_o/s400/ga880316.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304244820032878562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZx2kO1fq1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6JNKKFfjZ-c/s1600-h/ga900120.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZx2kO1fq1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/6JNKKFfjZ-c/s400/ga900120.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304244825965439826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZx2kLHIInI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xwMdKv4r-go/s1600-h/ga890514.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZx2kLHIInI/AAAAAAAAAGE/xwMdKv4r-go/s400/ga890514.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304244824965653106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2581816751771322265?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2581816751771322265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2581816751771322265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2581816751771322265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2581816751771322265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-therefore-i-am.html' title='&quot;I think, therefore I am!&quot;'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SZx2j4vD9-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/ClTCJ8iJw_o/s72-c/ga880316.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-5809847694979613703</id><published>2009-02-11T15:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:47:47.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zarota - Kaj je to?</title><content type='html'>Resnično ... kaj, pravzaprav, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; zarota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je to, ko nekomu stalno uničuješ pisarno (kot dr. Greg House počne njegovi šefinji dr. Lisa Cuddy-jevi)?&lt;br /&gt;Je to morda, ko poskusiš v najbolj varovan zapor za nek denar stlačiti najbolj iskanega morilca v vesolju, pa se ta enostavno odloči, da potrebuje zrak in naslednji dan brez prevelikih problemov uide (kot Toombs in Riddick)?&lt;br /&gt;Je to, da se učiš 24/7 in se rezultati testov še kar slabšajo (kot jaz in šola)?&lt;br /&gt;Je to, da se oddahneš, ker ne boš več videl Analizo do naslednjega roka, in se prfoxa odloči razpisati izredni rok čez 14 dni (kot jaz in šola)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zarota je, ko prvi dan sonca pišeš izpit dopoldne, nato pa delaš v službi popoldne.&lt;br /&gt;Zarota je, kot drugi dan sonca (kakšen teden kasneje) gniješ v sobi in se učiš za jutrišnji izpit.&lt;br /&gt;Zarota je to zato, ker bi rad šel ven na sprehod po nekaj idej, prišel notri in jih zapisal/narisal. To je zarota zato, ker je jutr popolnoma normalen dan ... nič posebnega ... in jaz NE BOM stara 19 let. To je zarota, ker moram zaradi jutrišnjega izpita iti danes spat že ob 22.00. To je zarota, ker starši bolj sprašujejo, če si naredil izpit oz. kdaj imaš naslednjega, in ne zakaj ne grem ven na sonce. To je zarota, ker se mi zdi da mi bodo letos čestitali samo ljudje, k mi prej več let niso (ker me bodisi niso poznali, bodisi smo imeli prekinjene stike). To je zarota zato, ker se le zadnjih pet minut zavedam, da bom jutri eno leto starejša ... in bom do jutri jaz to pozabila. In mi bo nekdo v šoli čestital, jaz ga bom pa debelo gledala njega in okoli sebe, da bi ugotovila, komu govori.&lt;br /&gt;TO JE ZAROTA, KER NE MORM MET PROKLETEGA MOVIE MARATONA FOR MY B-DAY, coz either there's no time + some ex-best-friend borowed the best movies from me!&lt;br /&gt;Zarota je, ker edino, kar si želim za moj b-day je normalno spanje do desetih (vstati bom morala ob 7.00), iti igrati Titanquest = fentat mal folka, nato iti gledati kak film, iti na sprehod po soncu, kakršen je zdajle, priti notri (nobenega doma), viseti v wordu, gledati še kakšen film, nato pa večer preživeti na spotih in muski od Evanescence + še kak film ... in edino kar bom dobila je izpit iz fizike + učenje diskretnih struktur + učenje Analize + vožnja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, life is grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya in the next show: the deffenition of the crappyest b-day in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Where’s Elizabeth?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “She’s safe, just like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; promised. She's all set to marry Norrington, just like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; promised. And you get to die for her, just like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; promised. So we're all men of our word really ... except for Elizabeth who is, in fact, a woman.”&lt;br /&gt;--- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-5809847694979613703?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/5809847694979613703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=5809847694979613703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5809847694979613703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5809847694979613703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/02/zarota-kaj-je-to.html' title='Zarota - Kaj je to?'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-7762054743394434601</id><published>2009-02-08T23:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:43:10.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time ... no see</title><content type='html'>... It wasn't my foult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I need to write something ...&lt;br /&gt;hm ...&lt;br /&gt;*opens her mouth*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*closes her mouth*&lt;br /&gt;hm ...&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*opens her mouth*&lt;br /&gt;*closes her mouth*&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Jack!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “S’not possible.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt;  “Not probable.”&lt;br /&gt;-- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-7762054743394434601?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/7762054743394434601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=7762054743394434601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7762054743394434601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7762054743394434601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time ... no see'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2098138357116517562</id><published>2009-01-19T19:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:30:58.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooo ... haven't written anything in a while</title><content type='html'>I blame:&lt;br /&gt;1. School&lt;br /&gt;2. Work&lt;br /&gt;3. School&lt;br /&gt;4. Studying&lt;br /&gt;5. Studying&lt;br /&gt;6. Exams&lt;br /&gt;7. School&lt;br /&gt;8. Work&lt;br /&gt;and so on and so forth ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, big news ... well, not right now coz it kinda passed ...&lt;br /&gt;It was a 5 day long good mood ... and I have to thank a certain someone for it. So thank you, certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not completly gone, it's just in hybernation right now. (read above for thing to blame that is so).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a work with my comp, stuying programing ... so I have to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “A wedding! I love weddings … drinks all around!“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2098138357116517562?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2098138357116517562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2098138357116517562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2098138357116517562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2098138357116517562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/01/soooo-havent-written-anything-in-while.html' title='Soooo ... haven&apos;t written anything in a while'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4416386186098332777</id><published>2009-01-09T23:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:18:17.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperactive much? (+ Garfield, part 2)</title><content type='html'>Ok, I just had 10 chocolate candy, 1/4l ice cream and about 3 hours of watching into funny or Sasuke avatarts ... so expect a long entery.&lt;br /&gt;(PS: No spelling corections will be tolerated ... I write how I want.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of: you ever had a nervous brake-down?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Trust me ... you don't want to live it trough. But if you still want to taste it:&lt;br /&gt;Try sitting at 9am behind a table ... to a 2 am, doing homework and not even one anwser comes right. Then try to go to sleep ... wake up at 9am and the story continues for 2 hours. Then try to contact everyone you know, but nobody has time. You send your job to hell, and tell them to find a replacement for today. And the clock is ticking coz you've got to finish homework until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;And that is like 3rd time that happened since the start of the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me ... went to school and used a program. That doesn't make me any smarter, but at least the homework is half right finished.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, at 7 pm you get it ... it's friday, I'm not at work, homework is finished, no work or school tomorrow ... Hell, I'm free for a DAY! A DAY! That's like 24 hours, maybe few hours more! That's like haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... let's take our time.&lt;br /&gt;It's friday ... ok, for another half hour ... I've got paid for my job ... like 2x as much as any other month (ofcourse I worked 2x as much) ... on monday I'm buying myself some MANGA, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ... from Čopova (center) to my home takes exacly&lt;br /&gt;2x Requiem for Dreams (two towers),&lt;br /&gt;3x Cold case theme,&lt;br /&gt;1x Alex on spot,&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went trough my Avatars&lt;br /&gt;I have 525 avatars (not counting home made ones)&lt;br /&gt;from that:&lt;br /&gt;33 - House MD&lt;br /&gt;64 - HARRY POTTER&lt;br /&gt;15 - LOTR (it's too magnificent to be put on Avatars)&lt;br /&gt;43 - Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;41 - SG-1&lt;br /&gt;51 - Twilight&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;127 - Naruto&lt;br /&gt;(shocking, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;from that 41 are totaly Sasuke centered.&lt;br /&gt;(ok, stop looking like that. XD I'm obsessed, I already know that ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, for more entertainment ... here is Garfield, part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXBtixZKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Bpm7zDMw6QM/s1600-h/Garfield18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXBtixZKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Bpm7zDMw6QM/s400/Garfield18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289432711775216802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXBWteKWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0yfVqNHTxfY/s1600-h/Garfield17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXBWteKWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0yfVqNHTxfY/s400/Garfield17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289432705646078306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXBL15xwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JKftHVsfsDE/s1600-h/Garfield16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXBL15xwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JKftHVsfsDE/s400/Garfield16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289432702728652546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXA0F7UxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NWxV_Nlenl0/s1600-h/Garfield15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXA0F7UxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NWxV_Nlenl0/s400/Garfield15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289432696353411858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXAlcyucI/AAAAAAAAAEs/W5YJ2C0m-64/s1600-h/Garfield14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXAlcyucI/AAAAAAAAAEs/W5YJ2C0m-64/s400/Garfield14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289432692422785474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZgxEHq3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/v7cUyznv8Gc/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZgxEHq3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/v7cUyznv8Gc/s400/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289435444319595378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZgtqbcqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/v0-aWp0a9PM/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZgtqbcqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/v0-aWp0a9PM/s400/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289435443406533282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZgdXbfdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bFBV3nZGKg8/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZgdXbfdI/AAAAAAAAAFk/bFBV3nZGKg8/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289435439031877074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZgFf3HGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uCYY4RJwBho/s1600-h/Garfield20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZgFf3HGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uCYY4RJwBho/s400/Garfield20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289435432624790626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZev0hxXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UxlTmar3Hc8/s1600-h/Garfield19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfZev0hxXI/AAAAAAAAAFU/UxlTmar3Hc8/s400/Garfield19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289435409626023282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; “Yes, the rum is gone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Why is the rum gone?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; “One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won’t see it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “But why is the rum gone?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-4416386186098332777?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/4416386186098332777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=4416386186098332777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4416386186098332777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4416386186098332777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/01/hyperactive-much-garfield-part-2.html' title='Hyperactive much? (+ Garfield, part 2)'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWfXBtixZKI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Bpm7zDMw6QM/s72-c/Garfield18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-8468774765049556280</id><published>2009-01-05T23:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:21:03.361+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garfield&apos;s guide to bahaving badly'/><title type='text'>Garfield's guide to BEHAVING BADLY, part 1</title><content type='html'>Have fun ... I did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWKVF7hq3zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CSCWEkF8re0/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWKVF7hq3zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CSCWEkF8re0/s400/scan0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287952841597181746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWKVEGazYfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XvvrKJzLKt4/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWKVEGazYfI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XvvrKJzLKt4/s400/scan0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287952810161431026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWKVDYRrH_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/VQsNtWRJDvo/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWKL20meqXI/AAAAAAAAADM/nO1_uCPG88Q/s400/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287942686435617138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWKL2W-TCkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zJF0t_74S4w/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWKL2W-TCkI/AAAAAAAAADE/zJF0t_74S4w/s400/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287942678482455106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; “So that’s it then? That’s the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Welcome to the Caribbean, love.” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[hands her a bottle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-8468774765049556280?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/8468774765049556280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=8468774765049556280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8468774765049556280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8468774765049556280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/01/garfields-guide-to-behaving-badly-part.html' title='Garfield&apos;s guide to BEHAVING BADLY, part 1'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SWKVF7hq3zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CSCWEkF8re0/s72-c/scan0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-6921206913922207032</id><published>2009-01-02T03:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:34:42.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>half past 3 am</title><content type='html'>YAY! Sholay updated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's only one thing that will happen in the next hour or so ... I'll dream about a fight. Or training. But I think fight is more likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN, I MISSED SASUKE and KAI and REI and all of them.&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch BB S03 again ...&lt;br /&gt;And manga needs to start with Sasuke again ... it's been ages since he was last showed.&lt;br /&gt;Shit ... I can just see him doing Fire jutsu and his other fighting poses from the first season.&lt;br /&gt;Forest of Death ... Naruto vs. him ...&lt;br /&gt;Three words, people, three words: OH MY GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “You’ve only got one shot, and we can’t die.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Jack:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[to Will]&lt;/span&gt; “Don’t do anything stupid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “You can’t. I can.” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[points gun at himself]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Like that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “Who are you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[to Barbossa]&lt;/span&gt; “No one. He’s no one. A distant cousin of my aunt’s nephew twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though … eunuch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-6921206913922207032?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/6921206913922207032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=6921206913922207032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6921206913922207032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6921206913922207032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2009/01/half-past-3-am.html' title='half past 3 am'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-1178454841849108997</id><published>2008-12-30T22:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:52:37.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh from Evilness-nessLand</title><content type='html'>Ok, BTC, Hala A is according to Veorn:&lt;br /&gt;“It's the evil centre of the evilest core of the evil empire of evilest evilness-ness.”&lt;br /&gt;(try to speak that out loud 5 times in a row)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New name for BTC: Evilness-nessLand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of costumers according to Veorn table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil babe that doesn’t know what to buy: 9&lt;br /&gt;Evil guy that doesn’t know what to buy: 5&lt;br /&gt;Evil babe that likes shiny things: 15&lt;br /&gt;Evil babe-ish dude: 2&lt;br /&gt;Evil heard of chicks: 5&lt;br /&gt;Evil heard of dudes: 3&lt;br /&gt;Evil dude that is buying don’t-know-what’s-is for his evil girlfriend: 1&lt;br /&gt;Evil babe that is buying something for her poor evil boyfriend: 2&lt;br /&gt;Evil pair that is just simply evil: 10&lt;br /&gt;Exceptions that confirms the rule: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… now with the scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let’s clear some things.&lt;br /&gt;1. Dragons – mythical lizard-like creatures that can fly and breathe fire.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dragon Killer – dog-like creature from my imagination. Has huge fangs and a snake instead of tail. It’s pray are Dragons … meaning it hunts them down and eats them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dragon Killer Slayer – another name for Sai aka a person that kills Dragon Killers. He isn’t doing any particular favor to the Dragons, he just dislikes Dragon Killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai is under cover (only Gerion and Kala knows he’s real ID … meaning that he’s a fighter and no simple student) … his story … he’s a student moved from planet Sasa to planet Torkos where this school stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T (Teacher), S (Sai - Simon Kelvin), G (Gerion), K (Sabur-Kala), D and L (Daniel and Luke – twins, Gerions’ friends):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school … doing study on the Dragon Killers … Sai’s reading a book ...&lt;br /&gt;T: “… very dangerous if coming right at you … and, Kelvin, I wouldn’t be reading a book trough this important hour.”&lt;br /&gt;S: “Important? Telling us in what direction to run from Dragon Killers is important?”&lt;br /&gt;T: “If you value your life, yes. May I ask you what you’d do if you came across a Dragon Killer?”&lt;br /&gt;S: “Well … first I’d drop to the ground … Dragon Killers always attacks in a head-front jump. If I’d had something long and sharp I would stick it into its gut from bellow. When it lands, I’d be on my feet and maneuver from its fangs. I can sidestep it if it jumps again and stab it with something sharp. Or I can just simply wait till it gets close enough and hit it in the snout or just slash its face. If he turns around I’d watch out for the snake. With enough strength I can chop it off, meaning the beast will die or collapse with trauma. Once it’s on the ground I’d finish it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not much … but it’s what I’d do.”&lt;br /&gt;… Silence in class … Teacher staring wide-eyed at his student …&lt;br /&gt;L (to his brother): “Who IS that guy?”&lt;br /&gt;D: “Guess there are Dragon Killers on Sasa.”&lt;br /&gt;… The class starts whispering … Teacher gets back to his senses …&lt;br /&gt;T: “Okaaay, Kelvin … I guess that’s … okaaay. It might work. Okay, moving on …”&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the hour … students come out of the class … whispering or shocked in any other way … Kala is waiting outside … Gerion’s trying to close up his bag almost bumps into her …&lt;br /&gt;K: “Hi.”&lt;br /&gt;G: “Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there.”&lt;br /&gt;K (looks at the other students): “What’s with the class? You all look freaked out. Did you have a pop-up test or something?”&lt;br /&gt;G (turns and sees the rest of the class): “Sai …”&lt;br /&gt;K (crosses her hands): “Okay, what has he done NOW?”&lt;br /&gt;G (looks at Kala): “How come Sai knows so much about Dragon Killers?”&lt;br /&gt;K (calms down): “Oh. Well, that’s … You learned about Dragon Killers?”&lt;br /&gt;G: “Yeah. So how come Sai’s a freakin’ genius when it comes to them?”&lt;br /&gt;K: “You’ve ever heard about Dragon Killer Slayer?”&lt;br /&gt;G (goes back to closing his back): “Yeah, sure. Some big-shot. Has a lot of money on his head even here. And that’s saying much. Why? Does Sai know the guy or something?”&lt;br /&gt;K: “Em … Sai IS the guy?”&lt;br /&gt;G (still having trouble with the bag): “Hm? Sorry …” (manages to close the bag) “didn’t hear you … What did you say?”&lt;br /&gt;K: “I said Sai IS the Dragon Killer Slayer.”&lt;br /&gt;G (drops jaw): “Are you … serious?”&lt;br /&gt;K: “Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;G: “Wait … how old he is then?”&lt;br /&gt;K: “Why … how old did he say he was?”&lt;br /&gt;G: “He told me he’s 18!”&lt;br /&gt;K: “Well … yeah, he is.”&lt;br /&gt;G: “B-but … Dragon Killer Slayer is around for like 2 years.”&lt;br /&gt;K (thinks): “Um … 3 actually.”&lt;br /&gt;G: “Then are you trying to say that he started when he was 15 years old?”&lt;br /&gt;K: “Yeah. He did.”&lt;br /&gt;G: “Oh my gods … I’m sharing a room with a freakin’ genius!”&lt;br /&gt;K: “I thought you already knew that.”&lt;br /&gt;G: “I KNEW he was a genius … I didn’t know he was THAT much of a freakin’!”&lt;br /&gt;… Kala starts laughing …&lt;br /&gt;G: “What?”&lt;br /&gt;K (still laughing): “Nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;… Daniel and Luke stop and look back …&lt;br /&gt;D: “Hey, Gary-boy!”&lt;br /&gt;L: “Stop messing with more important people and come on!”&lt;br /&gt;G (to Kala): “Sorry … gotta go … se ya later.”&lt;br /&gt;K (still laughing): “Yeah, sure.”&lt;br /&gt;… Students pass in a hallway … she’s still chuckling … someone stops behind her …&lt;br /&gt;S: “Interesting.”&lt;br /&gt;K (tries to ignore him … doesn’t move her eyes from leaving Gerion): “What?”&lt;br /&gt;S: “You’re laughing again.”&lt;br /&gt;K (still doesn’t look at him): “He’s funny … Why? Shouldn’t I laugh?”&lt;br /&gt;S: “No … but it’s weird to see you happy this days.”&lt;br /&gt;K (still doesn’t look at him): “Get to the point!”&lt;br /&gt;S (sighs, puts his hand on her shoulder and whispers a secret of his observation): “Guy makes girl laugh. Girl falls in love with a guy. The Protector has some problems with hormones these days.”&lt;br /&gt;K (starts shaking with anger): “Get-your-hand-of-me!”&lt;br /&gt;S (drops his hand … Kala turns and glares at him): “There, there … no students are allowed fighting in a hallway.”&lt;br /&gt;K: “I’m not a student.”&lt;br /&gt;S: “But I am … and you know damn well, I’ll fight you back. Want everyone to know that there’s not ONE most wanted person in the universe here, but TWO?”&lt;br /&gt;K: “You don’t want that as much as I don’t. Predators would swarm to this place.”&lt;br /&gt;S: “That’s why you better be polite … princess.”&lt;br /&gt;… Leaves Kala shaking with anger and goes to next class …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please coment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pintel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[to Jack’s crew]&lt;/span&gt; “If any of you as much as thinks the word ‘parley’, I’ll have your guts for garters.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-1178454841849108997?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/1178454841849108997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=1178454841849108997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1178454841849108997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1178454841849108997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/fresh-from-evilness-nessland.html' title='fresh from Evilness-nessLand'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4673340631148019147</id><published>2008-12-29T23:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:36:58.349+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rather die than go trough that again</title><content type='html'>Resno ...&lt;br /&gt;2 leti nazaj sm padla v depresijo za skor 1 let.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komi se zvlečem ven živa.&lt;br /&gt;In takrat si rečem, da nikol več ne grem nazaj tja. Da raj umrem. In to je res. Misel na samomor mi ni lihk tuja, mislm še pred SŠ mi ni bla. What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;Earth is just another name for Hell, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In zdej se mi spet dogaja.&lt;br /&gt;Če ugotovim, da ne živim za čist nč druzga kokr za jutrišnji "Sej sam še dons", k si rečem k vstanem in, da pravzaprav sploh več ne živim, ker edin kar delam je tist kar mi ostali rečejo, ker kadar razmišljam planem v jok, ker ugotoviš, da boš 19 let star in ubitvu še nisi doživel neki, kar bi se lahko čez 10 let spomnu nazaj pa si reku: ej, takrat je blo pa vredn žvet.&lt;br /&gt;No, naj le rečem, da se ne bom več sekirala, če bom letnik nardila ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In kar je še večja kriza je to, ker točen vem, kaj bi me spravl v dobro voljo. Neki k me že je spravl v dobro voljo, ampak to je k s tableti ... čez kak dan učinek izgine ... torej bi jst to rabla vsak dan, tega pa pač ne morm dobit vsak dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jst pa tut, kakršna sem: folka ne cukam za rokav, pa rečem "cheer me up" ... ker tega preprosto povedano ne znam, pa še folk me pol še bolj čudn gleda k že.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way in HELL am I going trough depression again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-4673340631148019147?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/4673340631148019147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=4673340631148019147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4673340631148019147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4673340631148019147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/rather-die-than-go-trough-that-again.html' title='Rather die than go trough that again'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2169117142640887986</id><published>2008-12-27T21:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:15:13.130+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prince Ali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m still here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aladin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex on the spot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Treasure Planet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Never had a friend like me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madagascar 2'/><title type='text'>Cartoon day</title><content type='html'>Z mamo sva šle gledat Madagascar 2 ... crkvali od smeha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam ta muska me je pa čist obsedla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32i1cIYjMIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32i1cIYjMIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least I think."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't think, Dad. Feel!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musko samo bom drugič naloudala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Svetvna scena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Sledi ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Še mal smeha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aladin ... Never had a friend like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tko pa zgleda, če dinji ob živce spravlja revnega fanta, katerega cilj je vsako jutro za zajtrk ukrast štruco kruha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-style: italic;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyW2FvrKHVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyW2FvrKHVg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Ali Baba had them forty thieves&lt;br /&gt;Scheherezad-he had a thousand tales&lt;br /&gt;But master you in luck 'cause up your sleeves&lt;br /&gt;You got a brand of magic never fails&lt;br /&gt;You got some power in your corner now&lt;br /&gt;Some heavy ammunition in your camp&lt;br /&gt;You got some punch, pizzazz, yahoo and how&lt;br /&gt;See all you gotta do is rub that lamp&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Aladdin, sir&lt;br /&gt;What will your pleasure be?&lt;br /&gt;Let me take your order&lt;br /&gt;Jot it down&lt;br /&gt;You ain't never had a friend like me&lt;br /&gt;No no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is your restaurant&lt;br /&gt;And I'm your maitre d&lt;br /&gt;C'mon whisper what it is you want&lt;br /&gt;You ain't never had a friend like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir, we pride ourselves on service&lt;br /&gt;You're the boss&lt;br /&gt;The king, the shah&lt;br /&gt;Say what you wish&lt;br /&gt;It's yours! True dish&lt;br /&gt;How about a little more Baklava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some of column "A"&lt;br /&gt;Try all of column "B"&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the mood to help you dude&lt;br /&gt;You ain't never had a friend like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can your friends do this?&lt;br /&gt;Can your friends do that?&lt;br /&gt;Can your friends pull this out their little hat?&lt;br /&gt;Can your friends go, poof?&lt;br /&gt;Well, looky here Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;Can your friends go, Abracadabra, let 'er rip&lt;br /&gt;And then make the sucker disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doncha sit there slack jawed, buggy eyed&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to answer all your midday prayers&lt;br /&gt;You got me bona fide, certified&lt;br /&gt;You got a genie for your chare d'affaires&lt;br /&gt;I got a powerful urge to help you out&lt;br /&gt;So what-cha wish? I really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;You got a list that's three miles long, no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Well, all you gotta do is rub like so - and oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Aladdin, sir, have a wish or two or three&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the job, you big nabob&lt;br /&gt;You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend&lt;br /&gt;You ain't never had a friend, never had a friend&lt;br /&gt;You ain't never, had a, friend like me&lt;br /&gt;Never had a friend like me, Wah Ah Ah, Ha Ha Ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="font-style: italic;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nlFMupGpuho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nlFMupGpuho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make way for Prince Ali&lt;br /&gt;Say hey! It's Prince Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Clear the way in the old Bazaar&lt;br /&gt;Hey you!&lt;br /&gt;Let us through!&lt;br /&gt;It's a bright new star!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Come!&lt;br /&gt;Be the first on your block to meet his eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make way!&lt;br /&gt;Here he comes!&lt;br /&gt;Ring bells! Bang the drums!&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna love this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Ali! Fabulous he!&lt;br /&gt;Ali Ababwa&lt;br /&gt;Genuflect, shom some respect&lt;br /&gt;Down on one knee!&lt;br /&gt;Now, try your best to stay calm&lt;br /&gt;Brush up your sunday salaam&lt;br /&gt;The come and meet his spectacular coterie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Ali!&lt;br /&gt;Mighty is he!&lt;br /&gt;Ali Ababwa&lt;br /&gt;Strong as ten regular men, definitely!&lt;br /&gt;He faced the galloping hordes&lt;br /&gt;A hundred bad guys with swords&lt;br /&gt;Who sent those goons to their lords?&lt;br /&gt;Why, Prince Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got seventy-five golden camels&lt;br /&gt;Purple peacocks&lt;br /&gt;He's got fifty-three&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to exotic-type mammals&lt;br /&gt;Has he got a zoo?&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, it's a world-class menagerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Ali! Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa&lt;br /&gt;(There's no question this Ali's alluring)&lt;br /&gt;That physique! How can I speak&lt;br /&gt;(Never ordinary, never boring)&lt;br /&gt;Weak at the knee&lt;br /&gt;(Everything about the man just plain impresses)&lt;br /&gt;Well, get on out in that square&lt;br /&gt;(He's a winner, he's a whiz, a wonder!)&lt;br /&gt;Adjust your vein and prepare&lt;br /&gt;(He's about to pull my heart asunder!)&lt;br /&gt;To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali!&lt;br /&gt;(And I absolutely love the way he dresses!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys&lt;br /&gt;(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)&lt;br /&gt;And to view them he charges no fee&lt;br /&gt;(He's generous, so generous)&lt;br /&gt;He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies&lt;br /&gt;(Proud to work for him)&lt;br /&gt;They bow to his whim love serving him&lt;br /&gt;They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali! Prince Ali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Ali!&lt;br /&gt;Amorous he! Ali Ababwa&lt;br /&gt;Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see&lt;br /&gt;And that, good people, is why he got dolled up and dropped by&lt;br /&gt;With sixty elephants, llamas galore&lt;br /&gt;With his bears and lions&lt;br /&gt;A brass band and more&lt;br /&gt;With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers&lt;br /&gt;His birds that warble on key&lt;br /&gt;Make way for prince Ali!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Ok, dost Aladina ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tale muska me rahlo spominja na tist kar se trenutno Veornu dogaja:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/h8c0CpvzNl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/h8c0CpvzNl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/bJGIvd_/music/IQfUMLe5/john_rzeznik_im_still_here/"&gt;Im Still Here - John Rzeznik&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am a question to the world,&lt;br /&gt;Not an answer to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;All a moment that's held in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;And what do you think you'd ever say?&lt;br /&gt;I won't listen anyway!&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never be what you want me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do you think you'd understand?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a boy, no, I'm a man …&lt;br /&gt;You can take me and throw me away.&lt;br /&gt;And how can you learn what's never shown?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you stand here on your own.&lt;br /&gt;They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want a moment to be real,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna touch things I don't feel,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold on and feel I belong.&lt;br /&gt;And how can the world want me to change,&lt;br /&gt;They’re the ones that stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;The don’t know me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I’m not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see the things they never see&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted, I could be&lt;br /&gt;Now you know me, and I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna tell you who I am&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me be a man?&lt;br /&gt;They can't break me&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want a moment to be real,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna touch things I don't feel,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold on and feel I belong.&lt;br /&gt;And how can the world want me to change,&lt;br /&gt;They’re the ones that stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;They can’t see me,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can’t tell me who to be,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m not what they see.&lt;br /&gt;And the world is still sleepin’,&lt;br /&gt;While I keep on dreamin’ for me.&lt;br /&gt;And their words are just whispers&lt;br /&gt;And lies that I’ll never believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want a moment to be real,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna touch things I don't feel,&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold on and feel I belong.&lt;br /&gt;And how can they say I never change&lt;br /&gt;They’re the ones that stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;I’m the one now,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the one,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m still here.&lt;br /&gt;I’m still here.&lt;br /&gt;I’m still here.&lt;br /&gt;I’m still here.&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/6981360741944455609-2169117142640887986?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2169117142640887986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2169117142640887986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2169117142640887986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2169117142640887986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/cartoon-day.html' title='Cartoon day'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-6251873142770091993</id><published>2008-12-25T21:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:12:51.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total Eclipse of the Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Westlife'/><title type='text'>3 hours long walk in my peice of haven</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/h8c0CpvzNl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/h8c0CpvzNl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/aeb831/music/bSLheQy4/westlife_total_eclipse_of_the_heart/"&gt;Total Eclipse of the Heart - Westlife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In potrebujem te tu, nocoj ...&lt;br /&gt;In potrebujem te bolj kot dih svoj ...&lt;br /&gt;In če me objameš res močno ...&lt;br /&gt;Se bova objemala ... večno ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need you tonight ...&lt;br /&gt;forever's gonna start tonight ...&lt;br /&gt;forever's gonna start tonight ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close ... so close ...&lt;br /&gt;shit happens ... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not worthy of any relationship. I NEED to be alone!"&lt;br /&gt;"No you DON'T!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I ..."&lt;br /&gt;"No! Someone should be here ... Someone should be here to do this!" (Grabs her and kisses her on the mouth)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zmer k pridem od babice mam en kup novih scen v glav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Nimam pojma al sem dobre al slabe volje ... kr neki prčakujem, da se bo zgodil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 ure sem hodila ... pa pol še pol v največjem snežnem metežu XD.&lt;br /&gt;Vmes sem se od zjokala, do bogsigavedikajševse ... uglavnem bila sem vesela, žalostna, navdušena ... razčistla sem ene par stvari s sabo ... ne vse v dobrem smislu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fajn pa je, da ti en človk, k si sploh nisi mislu, da kdo drug misl nate, medtem k nisem lihk zdravn, pošlje sporočil, naj se mal razvedrim in potem eno uro klepetava na msn-ju o vsem živem.&lt;br /&gt;Vrjeten me je nevede zvleku iz depresije, k bi se lahko začela.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays ... togetherness ... me ... alone ... sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tko prov rabla bi enga tazga, k se ne poznava čist, da greva na sprehod al pa kej in da probam vse vreč iz sebe. Tko, da mu povem čist vse o seb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[gets medallion from monkey]&lt;/span&gt; “Why, thank you, Jack.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “You’re welcome.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “Not you. We named the monkey … Jack.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-6251873142770091993?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/6251873142770091993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=6251873142770091993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6251873142770091993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6251873142770091993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-hours-long-walk-in-my-peice-of-haven.html' title='3 hours long walk in my peice of haven'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-5272259653964435142</id><published>2008-12-24T22:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T23:16:32.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood swings much?</title><content type='html'>Ok, 8 am ... zbudiš se iz najbolj popolnih sanj na tem svetu. Tolk dobrih, da dejansko do 11ih tj. 3 ure ležiš in pustiš, da te preplavi nadaljevanje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pol vstaneš ... k že pač morš. Greš neki delat ... ok, sej se ne spomnem kaj ... uglavnem skos mislš sam na to. Glava boli od predolgega spanja, vzameš aspirin. Ob 14ih greš vozt in ti gre presenetljivo dobro, dokler ne nehaš razmišljat na tisto stvar, k nenazadnje vseen vozš in da ne boš spet kake babice kje spregledala. In TAKRAT k NEHAŠ mislt na to stvar: 1. se na križišču skor zaletiš; 2. prideš v situacijo, kjer, če voziš PREDEN pešec pride na cesto se zaletiš v parkiran avto, če USTAVIŠ, da odviješ volan v drugo stran zbiješ pešca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kje vm je kle logika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pol eno uro na poti dam (in sprehod vmes) poslušaš musko, k te trenutno najbolj opisuje ... beri Evanescence - Forgive me ...&lt;br /&gt;Nakar kr naenkrat padš v slabo voljo.&lt;br /&gt;Glava spet začne bolet.&lt;br /&gt;Kr naenkrat začeneš razmišljat ... vraga mi smo v tej situaciji ŽE BLI (no ne ravno v tej, pač pa v podobni) ... kdaj se je to iztekl dobr? Nikol? U šit.&lt;br /&gt;In prideš dam čist v solzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se uležeš v postlo ... začneš razmišljat, kje za vraga si mel glavo ... zakaj se ti je to spet zgodil, k pa si reku, da NIKOL VEČ! Napol dremaš napol jokaš do ene 20ih ... vmes fotr pride 3x neki vprašat in se delaš, da je tvoj največji problem glavobol in aspirin ne prime. Ob ene 19ih bi mogu iti SAM smrekco postavljat, pa se ti ne da.&lt;br /&gt;Pogledaš na net, če je kak dobr film. Ok, en depresiven ... lihk da se dobr zjokam. Fajn.&lt;br /&gt;Vmes na msn napišeš neki depresivnega.&lt;br /&gt;Gledaš film ... matka pride dam ... spet izgovor o glavobolu. Hvalabogu ne gleda istiga filma v isti sobi.&lt;br /&gt;Greš postavljat smrekco. SAM.&lt;br /&gt;Študiraš ... kaj za vraga sploh je Božič? Druženje? WTF?! 18 let si star in happy christmasa nisi mel že 5 let. Nobenga folka na msn-ju ... vsi delajo neki happy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Vmes preklinjaš cel dan, cel let, cel lajf ... prisežeš, da če se bo to začel spet vlečt končam z vsem skup PREDEN pridem na tist stadij izpred 2eh let. NE GREM NAZAJ V DEPRESIJO! NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tell me what pathetic person cryes while setting up a christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prideš v sobo ... en te je kliknu ... hvala bogu ... vsaj eden je pogruntu, da neki ni prov z mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pogledaš ime ... WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;Pogledaš sporočil ... WTF?! Ni bil sam tist Vesel Božič in Srečno Novo Leto ... ta person je dejansko prebral neposredca in pogruntu, da je neki narobe in je napisu na ... 'everyone's happy 'cept for me' - 'be happy'.&lt;br /&gt;In pol se še ves objokan začneš smejat in naprej jokat od vesela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean ... how pathetic can I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; [a whole is blown in the hull] &lt;/span&gt;“Stop blowing holes in my ship!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-5272259653964435142?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/5272259653964435142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=5272259653964435142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5272259653964435142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5272259653964435142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/mood-swings-much.html' title='Mood swings much?'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-1057028247021473931</id><published>2008-12-21T23:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:11:36.819+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taking over me'/><title type='text'>Listening over and over again ...</title><content type='html'>Ok, yeah ... so it's back to this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cbcNLe2Lzl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cbcNLe2Lzl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/x0uYmC/music/3NMqPrJh/evanescene_taking_over_me/"&gt;Taking Over Me - Evanescene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme for Salamander ... fits his life perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this guy is the only one who probably has more problems than Sai. Having 'inhertanted memories' and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is the pic with him and lyrics of the music in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SU7L1A_1y7I/AAAAAAAAACU/yaD7DytEOFM/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SU7L1A_1y7I/AAAAAAAAACU/yaD7DytEOFM/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282383524613442482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the lyrics in Slovenian ... no it's not completly the same, or completly differant ... no this lyrics will not be in the book ... only maybe some parts (a sentance or two) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ne spominjaš se me, a jaz … se spominjam tebe.&lt;br /&gt;Ponoči bedim in se trudim, da ne bi mislil nate.&lt;br /&gt;A kdo lahko odloča, kaj bo sanjal … in sanjati pač moram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verjamem vate!&lt;br /&gt;Odrekel se bom vsemu, le da te najdem!&lt;br /&gt;Moram biti s tabo! Da živim. Da diham.&lt;br /&gt;Prevzela si me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pozabila vse kar vem jaz, in vse … kar sta imela?&lt;br /&gt;Spomini, ki so kot moji … ko se dotakneš moje kože.&lt;br /&gt;Vem, da si me ljubila takrat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verjamem vate!&lt;br /&gt;Odrekel se bom vsemu, le da te najdem!&lt;br /&gt;Moram biti s tabo! Da živim. Da diham.&lt;br /&gt;Prevzela si me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ko pogledam v ogledalo … me preplavijo spomini.&lt;br /&gt;Če pogledam dovolj globoko.&lt;br /&gt;Toliko majhnih kosov, ki me kot ti … prevzemajo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verjamem vate.&lt;br /&gt;Odrekel se bom vsemu, le da te najdem.&lt;br /&gt;Moram biti s tabo. Da živim! Da diham!&lt;br /&gt;Prevzela si me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verjamem vate!&lt;br /&gt;Odrekel se bom vsemu, le da te najdem!&lt;br /&gt;Moram biti s tabo! Da živim! Da diham!&lt;br /&gt;Prevzela si me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-1057028247021473931?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/1057028247021473931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=1057028247021473931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1057028247021473931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1057028247021473931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/listening-over-and-over-again.html' title='Listening over and over again ...'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SU7L1A_1y7I/AAAAAAAAACU/yaD7DytEOFM/s72-c/scan0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2197252751700753116</id><published>2008-12-19T23:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:49:48.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays are just scary</title><content type='html'>True ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Konoha was destroyed ... second I've got to work from tomorrow on for every day ... third ... Analysis went bad, REALLY BAD ... 19 procents BAD! And for that poor 19 procents took me a month of every day studying till 2 O'Clock in the morning ... ok, give or take an hour ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do people get a life in this facultete thing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole two days I want to say "I'm sorry." to someone ... but can't ... because people don't know what I did wrong anyway. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! No depresive toughts ... don't want to go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;(Dieing isn't a depresive tought ... but thinking about how to do it, is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... no Christmas this Christmas, right?&lt;br /&gt;Only working and studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “So you expect to leave me standing on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it’s the one I need and watch you sail away in my ship?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “No. I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship and then I’ll shout the name back to you. Savvy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “But that still leaves us with the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name and your word it’s the one I need.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Of the two of us, I am the only one who hasn't committed mutiny, therefore … my word is the one we'll be trusting. Although … I suppose I should be thanking you because, in fact, if you hadn’t betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse, same as you.” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bites into an apple] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Funny ol' world, innit?”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[offers him an apple] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2197252751700753116?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2197252751700753116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2197252751700753116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2197252751700753116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2197252751700753116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/fridays-are-just-scary.html' title='Fridays are just scary'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4523964688988854819</id><published>2008-12-18T00:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:22:09.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love wednesdays too</title><content type='html'>Simple as that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got trought Tomb Raider Underworld ... a bit short ... but GOTTA LOVE THE STORY ... like always.&lt;br /&gt;Natla almost got hers Seventh Age ... and Amanda actualy helped Lara (ofcourse it took her to be thrown down the glass window by Natla's asistent, but anyway) ... it almost finished with another Amanda vs. Lara ... but then Amanda figured it could wait.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lara found her mother, or what was left of her. She became one of the guardians of the Helheim ... she was killed by Lara.&lt;br /&gt;And Midgard serpent (the one that sorounds the Earth whole and in Ragnarok it will fight Thor and they will kill each other) wasn't really a serpent ... it was a machine ... that holded Earth together from kilomiters under ground (below the sea) and Natla wanted to destroy it, so her Seventh Age could come.&lt;br /&gt;We stoped her ofcourse. Threw the Milonir at her ... and then hardly escaped alive.&lt;br /&gt;So much for that queen of Atlanits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “How the blazes did you get off that island?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “When you marooned me on that godforsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate. I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-4523964688988854819?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/4523964688988854819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=4523964688988854819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4523964688988854819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4523964688988854819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-love-wednesdays-too.html' title='Gotta love wednesdays too'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-5164626930686829767</id><published>2008-12-17T00:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:30:49.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love tuesdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Simple as that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ragetti:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[spots Jack ]&lt;/span&gt; “You.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pintel:&lt;/span&gt; “You’re supposed to be dead!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Am I not?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[looks down at himself]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Oh.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[finds pistols pointed at him]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Palulay?palu-li-la-la-lulu, parlili? parsnip, pasley, par -  partner, partner?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ragetti:&lt;/span&gt; “Parley?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Parley! That’s the one. Parley! Parley!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pintel:&lt;/span&gt; “Parley? Down to the depths whatever man that thought up ‘parley’!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “That would be the French.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-5164626930686829767?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/5164626930686829767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=5164626930686829767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5164626930686829767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5164626930686829767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/gotta-love-tuesdays.html' title='Gotta love tuesdays'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2257852567435134107</id><published>2008-12-16T00:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:10:21.513+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transformations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catwoman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Klaus Badelt'/><title type='text'>Leaving from one world</title><content type='html'>Ok ... Follow this instructions, and you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Upload this music from my Imeem profile (you know ... so the line is full ... you can move the pointer wherever you want and it doesn't stop in the middle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT NOTE: Use the headphones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wBqzh3s3lR/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wBqzh3s3lR/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/bJGIvd_/music/jMvw-FDi/klaus_badelt_transformations/"&gt;Transformations - Klaus Badelt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A little heads up ... so you know for later ...&lt;br /&gt;He starts walking at 1.40 ... the rocks come in at 1.58 ... the fulview comes at 2.12, he enters at 2.22 ... the eye adjustment at 2.32.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Read this ... several times, so you can see it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zrl je za njimi … Tri postave ljudi, vsak na svojemu letečemu konju. Niso se ozrli, leteli so dalje, še vedno sredi pogovora. Gledal jih je, a ni jih videl. Pred sabo je videl druge stvari. Rdečega zmaja, ki žge stavbo v kateri je živel odkar je pomnil. Rumene oči s kačjo zenico. Prevračanje v zraku po tistem, česar ne bi smelo biti. In nato trušč rušenja strehe visoko nad njegovo glavo. Rjovenje, udarjanje kril, žganje lesa.&lt;br /&gt;Izdihnil je in sapa se je spremenila v bel dim. Bilo je nenavadno glasno, poslušati sebe. Nenavadno. Svet ni postal počasnejši, le bolj jasen. Vedel je, da si ne domišlja. Vedno je. Niti za trenutek ni pomislil, da je morda kaj narobe z njim. Zakaj bi. Vse je bilo tako jasno.&lt;br /&gt;Nenavadni jezdeci še niso izginili v daljavo, ko je pogled odtrgal od njih. Bilo je, kot da bi pretrgal lepljivo pajčevino. Obrnil je glavo in njegov pogled se je spet ustavil … na tisti stvari, ki je iz njega vlekla moč, ki je ni poznal. Na veliki strukturi – dva kamnita kroga, eden je lebdel približno štiri metre vrh drugega. Modra svetloba, ki ni bila ne voda ne plin. Izžarevala je tako nenavadnost, kot je še ni videl. Vlekla ga je k sebi. Čutil je nit, ki se je napenjala iz njegovih prsi … tja noter.&lt;br /&gt;Zaradi svetlobe bi moral zamežikati, a ni … če je, je bil to le utrip vek, nič več. Vsi odgovori so ga čakali tam … preko tiste svetlobe. To je vedel.&lt;br /&gt;Dvignil je nogo in naredil korak. Ni se ustavil, kot bi se marsikdo … ni hitel … le s pogledom prikovanim na stvar je korakal dalje. Počasi, da je občutil vsako mišico, vsak dih usklajen z gibanjem. Občutil je popolnoma vsak kamen pod svojimi stopali. Ni mu bilo treba gledati, kje hodi. Le opazovati mora to svetlobo … iti do nje in vanjo …&lt;br /&gt;Zakaj?&lt;br /&gt;Zaradi niti vendar … zaradi sile in privlačnosti. Tam so bili odgovori, tam je bilo nekaj … drugega od tistega, kar je poznal.&lt;br /&gt;Drsel je bliže.&lt;br /&gt;Začutil je drobce kamenja v dlaneh, ko je z njo rahlo podrsal po skali poleg poti. In na to še na drugi. Božal je skalo, občutek peska. Kot da se poslavlja, kot da bi bilo nekaj, kar bo pogrešal. Še nikoli ni občutil take nežnosti na svojih dlaneh. A koraka ni upočasnil.&lt;br /&gt;In nato ni bilo več skal na poti, bila je skalna ploščad in modra svetloba je zaobjela vso njegovo vidno polje. Bilo je tako veličastno. Kot obok vrat stare cerkve. Kot vhod za kakšno gigantsko žival.&lt;br /&gt;Bil je bližje, a bil je še vedno predaleč. Ni upočasnil koraka, niti ga ni pospešil. Le še nekaj korakov.&lt;br /&gt;Ni čutil svetlobe na svojem obrazu, niti ne na svojem telesu. Čutil ni prav nič razen hladu kot toplote na soncu in vse kar je videl je bila modrina.&lt;br /&gt;In potem je začutil, ko so se mu oči hitro privadile tuji svetlobi. Bolelo je, a stal je popolnoma pri miru. Zrl je v zelen travnik poln skal, ki so se dvigovale k nebu. V glavi se mu je poredila ena sama misel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To ni moj svet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In potem je v svojih mislih začutil drugo misel. Drug glas. Enak njegovemu, le da to ni bil. Popolnoma presenečeno, predvsem pa resno in z malim drobcem posmeha je rekel: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prav imaš. Ni tvoj. Moj je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In takrat ga je zajela tema in pozaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Now picture it while listening to music ... make sure, you've got all from no 2 right ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now you know what I'm listening and thinking about for a week every minute of my free time.&lt;br /&gt;(If ... let's say someone decide ... to rewrite this in english ... please do ... and let me know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2257852567435134107?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2257852567435134107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2257852567435134107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2257852567435134107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2257852567435134107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/leaving-from-one-world.html' title='Leaving from one world'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-6961627483972555838</id><published>2008-12-14T23:27:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:57:53.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My piece of Haven</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I went to my grandma today ... needed little relaxation ... a little walk (ok, long walk) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a few pictures ... not that I have like ten times more left on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWJuEEoGeI/AAAAAAAAABU/eoIwLsBT1Ac/s1600-h/Fotografija0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWJuEEoGeI/AAAAAAAAABU/eoIwLsBT1Ac/s320/Fotografija0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279777562621909474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWKmojB5JI/AAAAAAAAABc/TTXipPBbnu8/s1600-h/Fotografija0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWKmojB5JI/AAAAAAAAABc/TTXipPBbnu8/s320/Fotografija0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279778534485779602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWKnDuQvnI/AAAAAAAAABs/-FOixjAZaBY/s1600-h/Fotografija0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWKnDuQvnI/AAAAAAAAABs/-FOixjAZaBY/s320/Fotografija0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279778541780647538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Little Old Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWM6Zpx0aI/AAAAAAAAACM/TQSPuuyBtD0/s1600-h/Fotografija0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWM6Zpx0aI/AAAAAAAAACM/TQSPuuyBtD0/s320/Fotografija0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279781073108193698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWKnpYX3vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CQ-WPbeahxw/s1600-h/Fotografija0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWKnpYX3vI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CQ-WPbeahxw/s320/Fotografija0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279778551889387250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Big Old Village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWM5iR5TjI/AAAAAAAAACE/P2FmDtgrHIo/s1600-h/Fotografija0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWM5iR5TjI/AAAAAAAAACE/P2FmDtgrHIo/s320/Fotografija0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279781058244070962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWKm2fmE9I/AAAAAAAAABk/XSNLzrzBx4I/s1600-h/Fotografija0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWKm2fmE9I/AAAAAAAAABk/XSNLzrzBx4I/s320/Fotografija0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279778538229470162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack: &lt;/span&gt;“May I ask you something? Have I ever given you reason not to trust me? Do us a favor … I know it’s difficult for you, but please stay here and try not to do anything stupid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-6961627483972555838?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/6961627483972555838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=6961627483972555838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6961627483972555838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/6961627483972555838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-piece-of-haven.html' title='My piece of Haven'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SUWJuEEoGeI/AAAAAAAAABU/eoIwLsBT1Ac/s72-c/Fotografija0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2236253038762794550</id><published>2008-12-08T20:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:07:40.461+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elica Todorova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zemja'/><title type='text'>Sleepy day ...</title><content type='html'>Wanna hear a real voice control ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Elica Todorova ... she's a Bolgarian ... she was on Eurovision 2007 and almost gave me a heart attack with her song. There were DRUMS and old language. I think this is NOT Bolgarian language but the language the Bolgarian one comes from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Yws1oXoKTO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Yws1oXoKTO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/bJGIvd_/music/Br0VNWaB/elica_todorova_stoqn_qnkulov_zemya/"&gt;Zemya - Elica Todorova &amp; Stoqn Qnkulov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RGpAH7a45E/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RGpAH7a45E/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/bJGIvd_/music/EpHppOc3/05_bolgaria_yankoulov_todorova_waterwma/"&gt;05 BOLGARIA - Yankoulov, Todorova - Water.wma - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia had this crazy idea about Beyblade fanfiction happening in Slovenia ... ok, I can't resist coming up with some scenes.&lt;br /&gt;The longest and my favourite (ok, Ray here is a bit more angryer than usual ... but I guess he just likes kitchens ... he always works in one).&lt;br /&gt;CRIME AND PUNISHMENT OF TYSON&lt;br /&gt;/Editor note: this was written spontanious, so any vocabulary or spelling mistakes are just the price of fast writting/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tyson (in a hotel room): "I'm starving ..." &lt;br /&gt;Chief: "You ate half an hour ago." &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "I'm going to die ..." &lt;br /&gt;Chief: "Me and Dizzy are busy ... dial a room service or something." &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "Mr. D disconnected it ... says I use too much money on room service." &lt;br /&gt;Chief: "There's kitchen in the other room ... cook yourself something." &lt;br /&gt;... Later Tyson runs out yelling...&lt;br /&gt;Chief: "Where’s the fire?"&lt;br /&gt; Tyson: "Well if you must know ... in the kitchen!"&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Ray comes to hotel room: "Tyson, Chief, I'm back from work ... what's that smell ... did someone burned noodles?" &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "Ray! Don't just stand there ... get some water!" &lt;br /&gt;Ray: "CHIEF ... did you LET TYSON COOK ON HIS OWN?!" &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "Quick ... what to do? What would Kai do if he were here?" &lt;br /&gt;Ray: "Probably call you and idiotic dumbass, but If you need someone to say that I volunteer!" &lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Max comes to room. "Is something burning? Guys, you didn't let Tyson cook did you?" &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "Quick ... get some water!" &lt;br /&gt;Ray: "Max ... Draciel"&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt; Tyson: "Whew that was close." &lt;br /&gt;Ray: "Close to what? Burning the whole hotel? Because you accomplished ruining a kitchen." &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "Yeah ... don't tell Mr. D, okay." &lt;br /&gt;Max: "Or next time there won't BE a kitchen." &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "And don't tell Kai." &lt;br /&gt;Chief: "Coz he won't see it by himself, right?" &lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "What's with YOU and KITCHENS? It's just a room." &lt;br /&gt;Ray: "Where we prepare food to eat ... guess it's all down to delivery from now on." &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "I hope they have mega-sized pizza." &lt;br /&gt;Ray checks: "Ok, the cooking is out of the question ... refrigerator’s ok ..." &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "See Ray It's not that bad. We can use delivery!" &lt;br /&gt;Chief (looks out of the window): "Guys, um ... Kai's home." &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "Kai?" &lt;br /&gt;Max: "Here he goes ..." &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "HIDE ME! He'll make me train for a year without pause." &lt;br /&gt;Chief: "Without snack-time more likely."&lt;br /&gt; Tyson: "You LET me cook ... YOU should take the blame." &lt;br /&gt;Kai enters. &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "Kai, my man ... where ya been? How ya doing?" &lt;br /&gt;Kai: "Who let YOU cook?" &lt;br /&gt;Tyson (points at Kenny): "IT WAS HIM!" &lt;br /&gt;Ray: "The refrigerator’s ok."&lt;br /&gt; Tyson: "We can order. See it's fine." &lt;br /&gt;Kai: "It'll be fine after you do 50 laps on a training ground while we take care of this thing." &lt;br /&gt;Tyson: "50 laps ... but I'm HUNGRY." &lt;br /&gt;Kai: "Yeah? Too bad."&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt; Tyson (running): "What's it gonna help if I run ... The kitchen won't get any whiter." &lt;br /&gt;Kai: "Shut up and run."&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/6981360741944455609-2236253038762794550?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2236253038762794550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2236253038762794550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2236253038762794550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2236253038762794550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepy-day.html' title='Sleepy day ...'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2121902848207279564</id><published>2008-12-07T19:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:07:11.278+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toss and Turn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Off the chains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beyblade'/><title type='text'>Studying</title><content type='html'>What? Four days in a row ... takes an energy out of human being ... till it becomes a zombie ... My mind has never been more tired ... BUT I STILL HAVE THIS URGE TO WRITE ... like it ... just another 5 days and I can put this writting-urge off the chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/VyZwZxMauE/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/VyZwZxMauE/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/1OS3Ki/music/YpjC3Vpt/toss_turn_off_the_chains/"&gt;Off The Chains - Toss &amp;amp; Turn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- A little bit of my 2nd book ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rata so se na široko odprla in v velikansko dvorano se je opoteklo manjše število bitij, katerih vrste se zaradi trdne črne teme ni dalo razbrati. Tisti v številni premoči, ki so vlekli ujetnike, so očitno vedeli, kam je treba stopiti, saj jih popolna tema ni motila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ustavili so se šele, ko so prehodili več kot pol dvorane. Kar naenkrat so obmirovali in svoje ujetnike treščili na pravih mestih, da so tako ali drugače znižali svoje postave. Zaradi teme se ni videlo ali v obliki priklona ali pa so le nezavestni padli po tleh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiho renčanje se je razlezlo od povsod. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Kdo moti moj spanec,« je zarenčalo nekaj velikega. Zaradi prazne dvorane je glas odmeval od sten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Oprostite, gospod,« je hitro spregovoril eden od tistih, ki so ta kraj očitno poznali, »utrdba je zajeta. Vojska je vaša.«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»To je dobra novica … Kaj potem počnete tu s popolnimi tujci?«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zaslišalo se je goltanje nekje v bližini. Vedel je, da ima eden od njegovih sokrivcev presneto dobre oči in verjetno vidi tisto, kar ostali ne. Želel ga je vprašati, kaj je videl, a si ni drznil spregovoriti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Tale šesterica je bila ravno na dobri poti iz utrdbe, ko so se dobesedno zaleteli v nas. Preverili smo zaporne liste, zagotovo so oni. Zaradi njih se je sprožil alarm in panika, ki mu je sledila, nam je olajšala delo. Zanima me, kaj naj z njimi? Naj jih odpeljemo nazaj v zapor? Očitno poznajo njegovo šibko točko, zato se mi to ne zdi dobra ideja -«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Ubijte jih,« je preprosto spregovoril glas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Štirje so kriknili. Sam je izgubil glas, njegova usta pa so bila nenavadno suha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Tudi to bi delovalo,« se je posmehnil tisti, ki je stal za njim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni mu bilo važno, kaj se stori z ostalimi petimi. Svoje moči so združili zgolj zaradi pobega. Poznali so se zgolj zadnjih nekaj ur, od tega so samo polovico ene preživeli v boju za prostost. Bilo mu je vseeno, še njihovih imen ni poznal. A smrt je bila nekaj, kar si ni želel okusiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vstal je, odrinil tistega za njem in ga podrl na tla. Opotekel se je naprej v temo, a pretepene noge ga niso zdržale in zrušil se je na tla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renčanje je postalo glasnejše, a besed znotraj njega ni razumel. Le kriknil je: »Ne!«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renčanje je v hipu potihnilo in ponovil je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Ne.«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Ne hitre smrti?« se je posmehnil glas. »Bi rad počasno?«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Pravzaprav mi nobeden način prav ne diši,« je izdihnil in začutil polomljena rebra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni moral določiti, kdo vse se pravzaprav smeji, vsekakor se je tisti glas tudi. »Kaj bi potem rad? Da te pustim živeti? Ne, ne, ne … čeprav imaš smisel za humor …«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Pusti me, da se ti pridružim,« je zamrmral dovolj glasno, da ga je stvor slišal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zopet renčanje. »&lt;/span&gt;Pridružiš?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To ni kakšen klub ali kaj podobnega. Ne morejo se vsi pridružiti mojim silam.« Nekaj je posijalo iz teme. Zazrl se je naprej v veliko kačje oko. Rumeno, z ozko črno zenico. Sijalo je kot luč in zenica je bila usmerjena točno vanj. Karkoli je to že bilo, je moralo biti ogromno … in ležalo je na tleh. »Za to morajo biti vnaprej določeni, predvsem pa se morajo &lt;/span&gt;dokazati&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;! S čim se lahko dokažeš &lt;/span&gt;ti&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;Ha?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Umiranje pred mano ne bo dovolj! Kaj mi lahko ponudiš? Kaj mi lahko &lt;/span&gt;daš&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;Ha?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;« &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spustil je pogled z očesa. Zijal je v črna tla pod seboj. Zamrmral je odgovor, da je osupnil celo sebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stvor ga ni slišal, še naprej se je smejal in smejali so se tudi njegovi podložniki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da si ne bi premislil, je hitro ponovil odgovor. Zavpil ga je na ves glas, zavpil nemogoči cilj tolikih:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;Lonso!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vse je potihnilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;»Lahko ti dam Lonso.«&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn’t work?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gibbs:&lt;/span&gt; “Aye, the compass doesn’t point north but we’re not trying to find north, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;are we?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2121902848207279564?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2121902848207279564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2121902848207279564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2121902848207279564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2121902848207279564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/studying.html' title='Studying'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2976438422949040413</id><published>2008-12-05T10:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:17:50.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naruto - new chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NE MOOOOOORŠ TKO KONČAT CHAPTERJA NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's next week gonna be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam ste vidl? Naruto je slišu znan izraz: Ne morš gledat levo in desno istočasno ... ampak to je njemu že uspel ... zdej zdej se bo neki spomnu. Spet njegov značilen shadow clone bo vmes pomojem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Tsunade vs Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa Guys team bo pršu nazaj (komi čakam, da vidm spet Nejijev Byakugan, pa Leejev Tai-jutsu).&lt;br /&gt;Pa Shinova družina se bo fightala.&lt;br /&gt;Pa Kiba and his family so ravno uletel na enga Paina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAIN IS GOING DOWN (sam upam, da ne bo še koga ubil ... jst še zmer upam, da je Kakashi živ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “You best start believing in ghost stories Miss Turner. You’re in one!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2976438422949040413?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2976438422949040413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2976438422949040413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2976438422949040413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2976438422949040413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/naruto-new-chapter.html' title='Naruto - new chapter'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-3643943574081501504</id><published>2008-12-04T00:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:03:42.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, work, work ...</title><content type='html'>Učim se ... probam skupi spacat en program, k ga mormo zrihtat do torka ... mene bo pobral ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happening of the day: Diskretne vaje so minile tko hitr, da se je zdel k 30 min; pomoje, da ns je blo celih 10 v klassu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nardimo dva primera (15 min - 30 min pouka), se fox oglas: "Kok je ura?"&lt;br /&gt;1. Mudel (Anže): "Mislim, da bo zdele konc."&lt;br /&gt;2. Mudel istočasno: "Čez 5 min bo konc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa tko vaje mamo 2 uri skupi XD.&lt;br /&gt;Spet smo crkaval od smeha. Še fox (že spet ... on prov uživa z nami =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “I’ll tell you mate, if every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted.”&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Scarlett!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[she slaps him] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not sure I deserved that. &lt;br /&gt;Giselle!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Giselle:&lt;/span&gt; “Who was she?!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[she slaps him]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; have deserved that.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-3643943574081501504?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/3643943574081501504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=3643943574081501504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/3643943574081501504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/3643943574081501504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-work-work.html' title='Work, work, work ...'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2839204893814147371</id><published>2008-12-02T19:41:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:25:34.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Still feel dizzy ... chest still hurts ... I probably feel worse than being hit by a car! And nothing even touched me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but, but, but ...&lt;br /&gt;Nooo,  come on ...&lt;br /&gt;Why do this shit only happens to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't he realize being SO close is dangerous?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a girl who had 3 boyfriends in her life, I'm not a girl who experienced everything a normal teen experienced ... Hell, no guy even touched me if not accidentaly hitting me 'coz he didn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my mind was occupied with being still, not trying anything funny, the other half was screaming like and animal trying to break free. No wonder I had no idea what was going on with the stuff everyone else was supposed to be doing in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no ... can't you talk to the guy on my other side from behind me or something? ... not a milimeter from my face. So I can't feel your breath, can't see each hair on your head, so my mind can't give me false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no ... can't you leave my typeboard alone? Can't you not make me laugh like I haven't laugh with anyone your speciment for almost 6 years now?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you need to make things harder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, depression is here ... my hands are still shaking and it's been an hour since I last saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, watch what you're doing, why doncha?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2839204893814147371?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2839204893814147371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2839204893814147371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2839204893814147371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2839204893814147371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-again.html' title='NEVER AGAIN'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-5582891627396913439</id><published>2008-12-01T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:03:29.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfic for my OWN book ... what will I think of next XD</title><content type='html'>Feel the urge to write ... can't ... need to study ... plus I'm just from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, one of the rare moments I simply can't get into my book. Only if something dramaticly changes and I find long enough time period. But then the ending would be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any question asked ... won't be anwsered.&lt;br /&gt;(Even this is shortend for a simple reason not to recognise them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She was becoming stronger with every breath. Remembering how it used to be. He didn’t felt the twist, only his back slamming to the wall, knocking what little breath he had out of his lungs. He didn’t cough. New breath was on its way trough her mouth. He didn’t need more.&lt;br /&gt;He felt the corners of her mouth when she smiled. He didn’t really know what was on her mind, seeing he was dizzy from the shortness of breath and the screaming of his thoughts that were originally hers. He didn’t felt her hand leave the back of his neck, he only gain enough sense to feel it on his chest. His breath mixing with hers gave them both the feeling they were trapped between fire and ice.&lt;br /&gt;Her hand continued down, over his belly, searching its way. He didn’t realize what was going on until he felt her hand finding the edge of his clothes. She was going for the pants!&lt;br /&gt;He felt her fingers follow the edge. With much trouble he parted their lips for just long enough.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, hey, slow down …” He touched her lip with his, slipping his hand down to hers. “Hey, come on …” He felt her hand finding the button. “Hey, STOP!” He caught her by the wrist, pulling her fingers out of the crack.&lt;br /&gt;She opened her eyes. Smiling so wide he rarely saw her. That devil and angelic smile at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her with suppressed smile on his face. “Do I really need to be the voice of reason again?”&lt;br /&gt;She smiled wider and brought her lips to his again: “We don’t need reason,” she simply said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written at work ... now you know how borring it can get. And what's with me and romance (if you call that romance) these days?&lt;br /&gt;Guess it comes in being almost 19 and still alone.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I have my fantasyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Put it away, son. It’s not worth you getting beat again.”&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “You didn’t beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I’d killed you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[moves one of the sails so that the yard catches Will and swings him out over the sea]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, as long as you’re just hanging there, pay attention.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-5582891627396913439?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/5582891627396913439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=5582891627396913439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5582891627396913439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5582891627396913439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/12/fanfic-for-my-own-book-what-will-i.html' title='Fanfic for my OWN book ... what will I think of next XD'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-8284126048117375858</id><published>2008-11-30T23:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:15:59.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick =( and feeling better =)</title><content type='html'>1. Sholay updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why the hell do I have this need to WRITE something for my book? Veorn scene, or Sai scene, or Gerion scene, or Sai-Gerion scene, or Kala-Gerion scene, or Akire scene, or ...&lt;br /&gt;Ok Sai-Gerion scene is the most powerful ... maybe I'll get to write something I made up 2 months ago and forgot it. It's there ... need to get it again (got Akane scene after 4 months yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's your PROBLEM?! &lt;/span&gt;scene again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh, and this one ... I totaly forgot about this ... 2 days ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sai does something good for a change.&lt;br /&gt;Veorn shows him his memories about that thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veorn: "What do you see?"&lt;br /&gt;Sai: "Me. Doing something stupid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Modest as usual ... (Don't make me laugh).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kia: I ask you: how do you translate "Why, hy there." in relatively normal Slovenian (so it sounds cool)? I hate doing it, but what choice do I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you do anything to her, I'll make your life a living hell."&lt;br /&gt;"My life's already a living hell."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make you wish you'd never been bought to this world."&lt;br /&gt;"I already wish that. You're part of this world."&lt;br /&gt;"What's that supposed to mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just what it sounds like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Oh, sure ... make HIM a good guy again."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just telling people how annoying you are."&lt;br /&gt;"Right ... this is all about me."&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."&lt;br /&gt;"Then why do I feel like, you're making fun of me."&lt;br /&gt;"Can't be that I really am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gillette: &lt;/span&gt;“This ship cannot be crewed by two men. You’ll never make it out of the bay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[points his pistol at Gillette’s nose]&lt;/span&gt; “Son, I’m Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-8284126048117375858?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/8284126048117375858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=8284126048117375858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8284126048117375858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/8284126048117375858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/11/sick-and-feeling-better.html' title='Sick =( and feeling better =)'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-4995070812642965800</id><published>2008-11-28T22:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:05:24.076+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet sacrifice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Under'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taking over me'/><title type='text'>Wishing I could do something productive</title><content type='html'>I miss Sholay ... she always gave me some idea what to do ... even if she didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSE SCHOOL AND EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to do something productive (like my book ... or read something) but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have work from 13.00 - 20.00 and then next 14 days I need to study for the next exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the person supposed to have a LIFE AROUND HERE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Veorn's quiet for most of the time ... meaning inner me is exausted too.&lt;br /&gt;My life sucks. I never asked for this ... I never asked to be a grown up person. I loved my 13 year (even if I was on the verge of a breaking down) ... I liked my 16 year (even if I was depressive) ... now I'm just bleak ... No new ideas, just wishing everything around me would just stop moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my new cat is stupid ... HOW MANY TIMES I TOLD HIM OF FOR BEING ON THE TABLE AND DESTROYING MY NOTES and it doesn't seem to bother HIM.&lt;br /&gt;I wish Nathaniel was here ... but that is the whole problem you see. Missing someone who's linked to you in mind. We could almost read eachother minds. He knew when I was down, he knew when to stay away from me, he layed beside me at night keeping my nightmares out. And now he's just not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;That cat loved me and I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;And he's gone.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Why does my life have to be like that?&lt;br /&gt;Something I love is gone, someone I love dies ... someone who loves ME dies. Someone who understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say: It's a cat ... I say this cat was more human than most humans are.&lt;br /&gt;And Samael it's just a spoiled brat ... reminds me on my nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright ... Veorns says to go away from this dangerous waters.&lt;br /&gt;But what else am I supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away from my life.&lt;br /&gt;I need to have a nightmare today ... not Konoha ... a NIGHTMARE ... where I run for my life ... where I scream ... somewhere like this music describes it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/truln6VnS4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/truln6VnS4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZjf9C6atT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZjf9C6atT4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cbcNLe2Lzl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cbcNLe2Lzl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/x0uYmC/music/3NMqPrJh/evanescene_taking_over_me/"&gt;Taking Over Me - Evanescene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “We’re going to steal the ship. That ship?” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[glances at the Dauntless]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Commandeer.&lt;/span&gt; We’re going to commandeer that ship. Nautical term. &lt;br /&gt;One question about your business, boy, or there’s no use going. This girl … how far are you willing to go to save her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “I’d die for her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Oh, good. No worries, then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-4995070812642965800?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/4995070812642965800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=4995070812642965800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4995070812642965800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/4995070812642965800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishing-i-could-do-something-productive.html' title='Wishing I could do something productive'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-5479842312022421610</id><published>2008-11-27T19:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:11:37.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying ("I can see that.") ("What?") ("Nothing. I just didn't think you could study while writting a blog.")</title><content type='html'>FIZKO KR 2 TOČKI ... pa sm misnla, da bo 0.&lt;br /&gt;Oujea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House je bil dobr ... hostage by the sick patient. The SWAT team trying to help weren't yelled on by the patient ... but by the House. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop calling him by name. It doesn't sound reasuring ... it just sounds creepy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And: "I need to slap you. It's for medical reasons. If I was kidding I would just say I need to kick you in the groan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the House crazy as he is ... when he HAS the gun of that patient ... he gives it BACK! And SWAT team calls and he yells in the phone: "He overpowered me." and slams down the phone. And next time: "He's really fast." And then he just hangs up, saying: "How's the guy supposed to think around here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news from the world: Mom and Dad are arguing again. Father wouldn't least a minut with period. He's totaly weakling. I'm cold, my leg hurts (yeah, you broke it 10 years ago and refused to go to doctor so you can heal properly ... that kind of things tend to hurt) and he reminds me on a three year old with an add. I SO refuse to be related to him.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to the other room to bring him something that is one meter out of his reach, because HIS LEG HURTS. But I have to listen to that to EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I lived totaly from music Requiem - LOTR version. Heard it at least 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I haven't came up with the new scene ... because it's old ... it's just written down. Tried to twist it in the kind of scene that you're wondering what THE HELL's going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill her fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill her slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;There were two different thoughts … and the voice was the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill her fast. Don’t give her the chance to fight back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill her slowly. Make her suffer the way you suffered because of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Two different thoughts … One was his and one was of the creatures that was supposed to be sealed within him. Sealed by the only person he cared about. The person who didn’t want his life to be controlled by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; … And giving it what it wants would make that real and the creature would really control his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Two thoughts … that were almost the same, but the thing concerning it he wouldn’t have it done any other way than only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his own&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kill her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fast or slowly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Two different thoughts … one his and one of his demon. But which was which?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “The ship’s real enough. Therefore its anchorage must be a real place. Where is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[studies his nails]&lt;/span&gt; “Why ask me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Because you’re a pirate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “And you want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Never! They took Miss Swann.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Oh, so it is that you’ve found a girl. I see. Well, if you’re intending to brave all, hasten to her rescue and so win fair lady’s heart you’ll have to do it alone, mate. I see no profit in it for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “I can get you out of here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “How’s that? The key’s run off.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “I helped build these cells. These are half pin-barrel hinges.” &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[picks up a bench and places it at the bottom of the cell door]&lt;/span&gt; “With the right leverage and the proper application of strength the door will lift free.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “What’s your name?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Will Turner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “That will be short for William, I imagine. Good, strong name. No doubt, named after your father, eh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Yes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “Uh-huh. Well, Mr. Turner, I’ve changed me mind. If you spring me from this cell I swear on pain of death I shall take you to the Black Pearl and your bonny lass. Do we have an accord?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-5479842312022421610?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/5479842312022421610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=5479842312022421610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5479842312022421610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5479842312022421610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/11/studying-i-can-see-that-what-nothing-i.html' title='Studying (&quot;I can see that.&quot;) (&quot;What?&quot;) (&quot;Nothing. I just didn&apos;t think you could study while writting a blog.&quot;)'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-1942335489399500823</id><published>2008-11-27T10:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:04:34.756+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evanescence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Call me when you&apos;re sober'/><title type='text'>Jutr: Kolokvij, zagovor - oboje</title><content type='html'>Pa clo neki mi je jasn XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V knjižnic mam rezerviran že dve knjigi ... jst bom celo library izropala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do when there's nothing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to:&lt;br /&gt;Little Red Ridding Hood takes it on the Wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="541" height="449" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4148c0ce01ec66b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4148c0ce01ec66b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331568351%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D656A82D86F359235723D0C509FE4EEC752F32429.3756FEF8A510440D0BAB684921CACB20E1988B02%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4148c0ce01ec66b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdPucGBw0lRfyFOkUwUATAJLwkWU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="541" height="449" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4148c0ce01ec66b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331568351%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D656A82D86F359235723D0C509FE4EEC752F32429.3756FEF8A510440D0BAB684921CACB20E1988B02%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4148c0ce01ec66b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdPucGBw0lRfyFOkUwUATAJLwkWU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; “Wait! You have to take me to shore. According to the Code of the Order of the Brethren –“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement so I must do nothing. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the pirate’s code to apply and you’re not. And thirdly, the code is more what you'd call "guidelines" than actual rules.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-1942335489399500823?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4148c0ce01ec66b1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/1942335489399500823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=1942335489399500823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1942335489399500823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1942335489399500823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/11/jutr-kolokvij-zagovor-oboje.html' title='Jutr: Kolokvij, zagovor - oboje'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-3560580116428888163</id><published>2008-11-26T10:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:17:34.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Know his name ... wiu!</title><content type='html'>"Ok, calm down ... calm down I say ... Men, it's not hard to believe you actually created me ..."&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;"Stop jumping ..."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me what to do!"&lt;br /&gt;"OK, fine ... JUMP, break the floor, what do I care."&lt;br /&gt;"He wrote back ... he said thank you ... I know his name."&lt;br /&gt;"So what ... you'll still gonna call him Ren-looking guy."&lt;br /&gt;"Yup, yup ... but I know his name."&lt;br /&gt;"You have some problems you know."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and one of them is you. Go away."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm your concience ... I'll linger."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine ... whatever ..."&lt;br /&gt;"Girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poslušam ABBO muska iz Mama Mie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Barbossa je car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; “Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa:&lt;/span&gt; “There are a lot of long words in there, Miss; we’re naught but humble pirates. What is it that you want?”&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth:&lt;/span&gt; “I want you to leave and never come back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barbossa: &lt;/span&gt;“I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means ‘no’.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-3560580116428888163?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/3560580116428888163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=3560580116428888163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/3560580116428888163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/3560580116428888163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/11/know-his-name-wiu.html' title='Know his name ... wiu!'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-2318027281107243556</id><published>2008-11-25T19:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:03:39.510+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ljubljana'/><title type='text'>HELL NO! XDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Veorn says I'm an EVIL, CUNNING WOMAN ... he's probably right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got HIS PHONE NUMBER AND EMAIL ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I just need to send him something about school ... BUT I'VE GOT HIS EMAIL ... and he took 2 min of his life to write in the SMS and sended it to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE IT ... This is based on trust, isn't it? That's something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't expect anything ... but this is ONE GUY I LIKE, AND HE DOESN'T ACT LIKE I DON'T EXSIST (the first time for everything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veorn says I'm overreacting ... like I care ... he asks if I didn't say something about studying till my eyes pop out ...&lt;br /&gt;"I'm telling you ... I'll do it as soon as I finish this and send HIM an email!"&lt;br /&gt;"Men, you're all hyperactive ... You remind me on me when I ... wait ... no ... you just remind me on ME."&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up and let me write."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, alright ... don't get al me on me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways ...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;(Cenzured page - me acting like Veorn about 'some guy' (as he puts it)).&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other news ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put me, my new phone with GOOD camera and half hour too early arrival to the place I need to be ... and this is what you get ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SSxEUYRhvCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/S_aI-4gmyvI/s1600-h/Fotografija0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SSxEUYRhvCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/S_aI-4gmyvI/s320/Fotografija0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272664380648045602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ljubljana in the winter ... first snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the studies ...&lt;br /&gt;"Finnaly ... you need to do those exames you know ..."&lt;br /&gt;"I tought you're here to make me do fun things ... not putting me to schoolwork."&lt;br /&gt;"Study now ... fun tomorrow. I'm going to sleep ... you're hypering's got me all worn out. And your school too."&lt;br /&gt;"Sissy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grapple:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[to Will , holding him defenseless]&lt;/span&gt; “Say goodbye!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;[signs falls on him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will:&lt;/span&gt; “Goodbye.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-2318027281107243556?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/2318027281107243556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=2318027281107243556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2318027281107243556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/2318027281107243556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/11/hell-no-xdd.html' title='HELL NO! XDD'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SSxEUYRhvCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/S_aI-4gmyvI/s72-c/Fotografija0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-1371088082578615247</id><published>2008-11-25T11:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:12:43.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He's BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>Sem rekla: Pridem dam ... se grem učit ... LIKE HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the bus, listening music ... Requiem - Two towers version ... and then you hear it:&lt;br /&gt;"Again with the Sai fighting ... come ON! Are you obsessed with that guy or what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy ... Must be the stres from schoolwork and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why? That music suits him."&lt;br /&gt;"Well ... why doesn't it suit me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Coz' you'd look stupid."&lt;br /&gt;"Does he look stupid?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"Damn."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;OK, it'll pass ... it's just stres and all ... AND WHY ALWAYS HIM!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;"Nooo, no, not that music ... Always be in the Game is his theme ... Listen to my theme!"&lt;br /&gt;"Would you just go away?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"Figures."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come on ... it's like 20 min till you get home ... MY theme is last ... you'll never make it to there."&lt;br /&gt;"But you like this music."&lt;br /&gt;"I like the music ... i don't like what it representes ... Sai training ... don't you think about anything else."&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, before I kill someone you like."&lt;br /&gt;"You won't kill anyone because I'm being annoying ... you'd aready decided who lived and who dies."&lt;br /&gt;"Someone I know said you and Sai like eachother."&lt;br /&gt;"Someone is wrong. Who could LIKE SAI anyway ... I mean besides you. Like and Sai shouldn't even be used in the same sentence."&lt;br /&gt;"Please go away ... I have school today."&lt;br /&gt;"No, come on ... I won't bother you. I'm just inside your head."&lt;br /&gt;"That's the problem. Where will I put anything else? Plus, I'm talking to myself again ... that must be pretty close to being crazy."&lt;br /&gt;"You are already crazy. And you're not talking to yourself, you're talking to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;. I'm around for how long? I don't remember. Anyway the point is ... what was I talking about again?"&lt;br /&gt;"Go away. Or shut the hell up."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, man ... what about the third option ... I stay and I talk ... you need to talk or I wouldn't be here. It's like defence mechanism."&lt;br /&gt;"You have no idea about psyhology."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, come on ... all you do is study and work and sleep ... Let's have some fun!"&lt;br /&gt;"When?"&lt;br /&gt;"Time is relative ... or so they say. Find time."&lt;br /&gt;"Where?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know ... look under a rock or something."&lt;br /&gt;"Why is it always you ... my defence mechanism should learn by now."&lt;br /&gt;"NO! No learning ... having fun."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, so you're gonna do my exemes for me."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok ... shut down ... I'll do all the work."&lt;br /&gt;"You'll get it all wrong."&lt;br /&gt;"Probably ... but at least it would be done. Come ON! I need you to write! Book, book, book ... you're an author ... nothing else should matter. And tell Someone it'll be done soon."&lt;br /&gt;"Now that would be lying."&lt;br /&gt;"Yup ... but at least I could take a break from: Forget your studies ... get on the stupid book thing ... he could do it for me."&lt;br /&gt;"It's a she ..."&lt;br /&gt;"She ... even better."&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you want for one second of being quiet?"&lt;br /&gt;"Now, don't use Sai-lines on me. Besides ... you can't afford it."&lt;br /&gt;"How long?"&lt;br /&gt;"As long as you wish there'll be more free time."&lt;br /&gt;"That's long."&lt;br /&gt;"Aha. Hey, where can I set down? Looks like I'll be here for a while."&lt;br /&gt;"You're fictional. You don't need beds and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, look at the time it's 12:10 ... don't you have school at 13:00?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, at least you're not making me skip the school."&lt;br /&gt;"That's a great idea ... Hey, can we go to the ..."&lt;br /&gt;"No ... I'm going to school."&lt;br /&gt;"And I'm comming with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Like I could stop you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-1371088082578615247?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/1371088082578615247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=1371088082578615247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1371088082578615247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/1371088082578615247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/11/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s BACK!!!'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-7479056248129661502</id><published>2008-11-24T21:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:34:47.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What has four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon and three legs in the evening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm gonna kill that Zlatan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pismo, ura lihk slučajno 3 min čez devet, nova Sfingina uganka ... odprem ... kul ena lahka. Prvi odgovor: Črna smrt (D00h, kaj pa druzga) ... tko rabla sem ene 10 sec, da sm odgovorila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'Čestitamo, tvoj odgovor je pravilen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A na žalost te je nekdo prehitel.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prisoner:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; “The Black Pearl? I’ve heard stories. She’s been preying on ships and settlements for near ten years. Never leaves any survivors.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; “No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-7479056248129661502?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/7479056248129661502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=7479056248129661502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7479056248129661502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/7479056248129661502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-has-four-legs-in-morning-two-legs.html' title='What has four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon and three legs in the evening?'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-5756301778566764855</id><published>2008-11-23T23:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:38:45.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Small and pink ... and written all over it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Deset do polnoči mal brskaš po zvezkih, nakar se spomniš, da bi blo dobr zdej najdt zvezek od 4 knjige (zapiski), ker je pač skrajni cajt, da vse motive napišeš, da greš pol lahko normalno pisat.&lt;br /&gt;In vn ti pade nek mikro listek, prav očitno nekje ukraden (predvidevam da služba ... se ne spomnim) in neki nakracano tako na majhno, da živ bog (to sem jaz XD) komi prebere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In potem se človek vpraša, kam vse jst pišem scene od teh dveh ... ker pomoje jih itak ne bo dost več, kokr tistih, k se jih vnaprej zmislim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"He reminds me of you. Actually, he's even more annoying than you ... If that's even possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"It must be hard ... living with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"You have no idea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question: Kaj naj zdej s tem listkom. XD Če ga prekluknjam, no ... nimam kej preluknjat, k pol bo BLA samo luknja ... torej ga morm prepisat na neki večjega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mač ... ne morš, da vrjameš. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jack:&lt;/span&gt; “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- POTC: The Curse of the Black Pearl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6981360741944455609-5756301778566764855?l=planetofanfal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/feeds/5756301778566764855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6981360741944455609&amp;postID=5756301778566764855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5756301778566764855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6981360741944455609/posts/default/5756301778566764855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://planetofanfal.blogspot.com/2008/11/small-and-pink-and-written-all-over-it.html' title='Small and pink ... and written all over it'/><author><name>Darakna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NsdIFpT-at4/SbltGwBeWfI/AAAAAAAAANo/uLuNJPIgb5s/S220/Fotografija01781.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6981360741944455609.post-6022016147303945273</id><published>2008-11-23T13:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:19:58.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Have a nice day'/><title type='text'>Izdajalska kri končana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You heard it right, second book is finished ... finito ... done at 3AM last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want proff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt
