Je crois qu'il est vraiment temps d'arrêter ce blog. Beaucoup de choses ont changer, bien certaines restent définitivement les mêmes mais skyblog me prends un peu la tête avec toutes les mises à jour Facebook!! A bientot et merci!
Aujourd'hui est le premier jour du reste de ta vie...
Beschrijving:
Whatever they say...
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Australie
Voila je crois que je ne vais pas mettre toutes mes photos mais c'est celle la qui me parle le plus, triste souvenir je sais mais au fond on sais ce qu'il y a eu avant et c'est que du positif, pas vrai?
Voici l'adresse du blog où vous pourrez voir toutes les photos de ce séjour magnifique, et vous rapeler ou pour les autres découvrir un mois merveilleux et magique au pays des kangourous!
http://helenacollege.skyblog.com
Voici l'adresse du blog où vous pourrez voir toutes les photos de ce séjour magnifique, et vous rapeler ou pour les autres découvrir un mois merveilleux et magique au pays des kangourous!
http://helenacollege.skyblog.com
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# Gepost op donderdag 30 augustus 2007, 09u52
Gewijzigd op donderdag 30 augustus 2007, 11u17
Pink/ I really think I love that one... Souvenirs maybe? Probably...
"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
(feat. Indigo Girls)
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?
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# Gepost op maandag 02 juli 2007, 13u02
ain't no mountain high!
*Clin d'oeil et tourne clin d'oeil et tourne. Qui vous a dit de vous arreter? Clin d'oeil et tourne...*
*Jill ma correspondante américaine*
*Oh you're the je t'aime guy?!*
*Comment ça s'écrit Canuel? Ben, jsai pas moi comme un canuel quoi. Ah ouais.*
*Quoi encore?!*
*Ah c'est le chouté à l'enscent*
*On a mis une belle mère sur le gateau on s'es di que ça serai joli*
*Tu les prends tes dragées et tes chocolats c**** de toutes façons ça fini dans ton bide bordel*
*Et patati et patata*
*Je t'aime ma Jillou*
*Jill ma correspondante américaine*
*Oh you're the je t'aime guy?!*
*Comment ça s'écrit Canuel? Ben, jsai pas moi comme un canuel quoi. Ah ouais.*
*Quoi encore?!*
*Ah c'est le chouté à l'enscent*
*On a mis une belle mère sur le gateau on s'es di que ça serai joli*
*Tu les prends tes dragées et tes chocolats c**** de toutes façons ça fini dans ton bide bordel*
*Et patati et patata*
*Je t'aime ma Jillou*
Damien Race-9Crimes
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# Gepost op zaterdag 23 juni 2007, 17u20
Gewijzigd op maandag 25 juni 2007, 15u18
Fista of la musique Mairou et seb
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# Gepost op vrijdag 22 juni 2007, 08u37
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