Si te shpetosh nga merzitja?

[joetisti_]

Aha. Mire.

Po i shoh.

 

[dr love]

Ronela Hajati....Nuk ka me kthim.

 

[Trea]

 

[dr love]

Naten Trea..suksese.

 

[Trea]

Naten e mire edhe per ty Dr Love dhe shume faleminderit

 

[dr love]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=nsMYWLZ3Ss8


degjoje TREA versioni metal

 

[dr love]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=iCN8LBZ8ePE

versioni violine

 

[dahlia]

nje pale kufje, nje pale atlete....dhe vrap lal! deri sa te te dale shkuma!

 

[Aquarius]

nje pale kufje, nje pale atlete....dhe vrap lal! deri sa te te dale shkuma!

hahahahahahahhahahahahaha
po mua qe me dhembin veshet nga kufjet:?
vrapi?!
kam nje jete te tere qe bej vrap dhe as qe sme iken fare stresi.

 

[dr love]

“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary


duke lexuar

 

[dahlia]

atehere vrapo tu knu'... s 'ka mundesi qe s te iken stresi!

 

[Aquarius]

“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary


duke lexuar

na e perkthe pak ne shqip se nuk dime anglisht ketu

 

[Aquarius]

atehere vrapo tu knu'... s 'ka mundesi qe s te iken stresi!

dua te flas pak me ty privatisht,ne mesazhe,eshte shume e rendesishme,
te lutem me dergo mesazh sepse ti e ke ate opsion

 

[dahlia]

??? se di ta shoh njehere kete opsionin

 

[dr love]

degjoj keto

 

[dr love]

na e perkthe pak ne shqip se nuk dime anglisht ketu

s'eshte e mundur mos ta kesh lexuar..vetem nese nuk e ke mbaruar gjimnazin

 

[Hektor12]

he me ti perkthe se ste gjen gje u kepute ti

 

[Hektor12]