Bloggfærslur mánaðarins, febrúar 2009

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cdonehverekkipartakeDone.                                              Seinasta kvöldið í Síam vildi vinur minn fara í bíó, einhverja mynd sem ég hef ekkert heyrt um, og með Brad pitt, ekki mitt fyrsta val, þó hann sé meira inn eftir að Angelina Jolie, sú  fallega kona, tók hann uppá sinn arm.  En betra slútt á ferð get ég varla hugsað mér, ekkert nýtt, en minnti mig á svo margt.  Aldrei of seint að byrja, ekkert varir að eilífu, fólk sem hefur mismunandi áhrif á líf og lífsýn manns  kemur og fer.  Og svo finnst mér ég stundum vera að lifa lífinu afturábak.enjoy  

Ríkur

RánBallerínaBósisætust

Rán mín í búning sem Solla, sú góða kona, gaf Völu minni tegar hún var lítil.


Montien

Skreppa til Siam i nokkra daga.

Fyrirmigadmuna

Little Things In Life!Too often we don't realize
What we have until it is gone;
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong." Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
We hold dearest to our hearts;
And we allow foolish things
To tear our lives apart. Far too many times we let
Unimportant things into our minds;
And then it's usually too late
To see what made us blind. So be sure that you let people know
How much they mean to you;
Take that time to Say the words
Before your time is through. Be sure that you appreciate
Everything you've got'
And be thankful for the Little Things
In Life that mean a lot....

Virðing

Luin

Delight

Draugamatur

 

   Þessa daga hefur mér fundist veðrið vera fullkomið, vel heitt á daginn, hlýtt og svalt að kveldi.   Fór í dag í brúðkaup hjá föðurfjölskyldu gulu minnar.   Það sem var sér við þetta brúkaup, var að þetta var seinna hjónaband konurnar með innfæddum, ekki mjög algengt hér.


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BjargasérBjarga sér.

Slay

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Drepa einn = Morðingi.

Drepa 10+ = Hetja.

Drepa alla = Guð.


Nostalgic

I have often told you stories About the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand And sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me love me An..,,,

I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When Id take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay

But I feel Im growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin round
I guess Ill always be
A soldier of fortune
Many times Ive been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
But those days I thougt my eyes
Had seen you standing near
 Though blindness is confusing
It shows that youre not here

Now I feel Im growing older
And the songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin round
I guess Ill always be
A soldier of fortune
Yes, I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin round
I guess Ill always be
A soldier of fortune

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