This used to be my playground (used to be)
This used to be our pride and joy
This used to be the place we ran to
That no one in the world could dare destroy
This used to be our playground (used to be)
This used to be our childhood dream
This used to be the place we Read on

A million-dollar quiz:

I am watching a Nick Heidfeld chips commercial…what do I say?
1.Lucky that little boy,he met Nick.
2.Lucky Nick,he’s eating chips!
3.Lucky guys,check out where they are!
Who knows the right answer????

One poem…

This is not a love poem.
There’s no gifted women and wishful men.
There’s no dark corners,silk and the sheets.
There’s no wedding bells and baby’s cry.
This is a different poem.
The women are stupid and the men very busy.
There are ugly corners,dust and machine sounds.
There is “beware”,”watch out” and “get away”.
This is not a war poem.
There’s no political Read on

F**K F**K F**K! This is hell!!!!!

Does anyone have a pill for nerves.I think I want to die right now!
Look at this!(yes,that’s a link to a picture.I thought it’s too violent to be posted.So,basically,when you’re looking at this page background,you should know it doesn’t exist anymore….:( )


First:Yau,I did it at last!

Take the “Which skater
are you? ” test by Supersonic Squirrel
Now some other things..I didn’t like the yesterday’s race and I agree with my father who says that F1 will not be a sport anymore if Michael wins in Spain.But my oppinion is different.I don’t mind if he wins in Spain,I don’t Read on

The last three days…

Yes.yes,yes….I haven’t been online for a couple of days..everything started two days ago after my chat with Laura.I discovered that some site named “lop” is always showing up as a search page and it has also downloaded its MP3 finder…no,they didn’t bother me..the problems was taht large ammount of porno-sites they placed in my favorites…so,I Read on

Strange things happen…yes,they do.One very strange thing happened to us yesterday.As you guys already know,one further cousin of mine died in December and my mom and my aunt now own his flat two streets away from here,which hasn’t been cleaned since his mother and wife died.My father is going there everyday to help,because mom has Read on

I’m Lisa, who are you? by Lexi

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