Helgen var riktigt bra, började på fredag med att få tillbaka mitt religionsprov. "MVG" :D , sen fick jag nog rätt bra på muntliga nationella då det gick bra tyckte jag , sen blev det att dra hem chilla tagga till fest hemma hos karl!. sen bar det av mot krogen och san fuckin marino! och där sjöng vi like a rolling stone hahah!  . sen bar det hem till viktor dock tog det ett tag då martina och sofia kaste snöbollar på mig och viktor hela tiden? eller ja. vi säger att det var så iaf  hah. sen blev det häng hemma hos viktor till 06 typ, kolla på film med mera det var riktigt jävla najs som man kan säga! ^^

Slaggade över hos viktor, vaknade typ halv 11 på lördagen, då var det bara gå upp äta frulle sen chilla vi hemma hos viktor sen bar det hem till mig då jag duschade lite å så , sen drog vi till specce och handla mat till kvällen . Pappa kom över med en kebabtallrik till mig och viktor så vi kunde äta lite lunch hos viktor först. sen på kvällen runt halv 10 bar det av till Sveda och där vi kolla på fotbollen! :D HEJA SVERIGE HEJA GUL Å BLÅ! . Synd bara att dom inte vann. Adam Johansson ägde ut Fikusen Ronaldo..hah

Sen idag har jag inte gjort så mycket lyssnat på musik tagit det lungt å så . aja ha det bra, hoppas ni mår bra..

Texten: http://artists.letssingit.com/in-flames-lyrics-sleepless-again-2c32hlk

Hejsan Fredagen närmar sig med stora steg nu!. riktigt skönt ska det bli, sovmorgon som vanligt till cirkus halv 1 sånt gillar jag. hade även sovmorgon till 12:10 idag. det är guld. var i skolan skrev pm till muntliga nationella sen hade vi prov i religion,kristendomen. var väll rätt lätt, ingen större motgång dirrekt. VG förhoppningsvis annars blir jag missnöjd med mig själv.. sen blev det att gå hem och slöa hela dagen. nice det med tror jag, har väll enbart lyssnat på The Boss hela dagen.

Imorron Fredag blir det fest med grabbarna, känner att jag behöver komma ut och tänka på annat. alltid skönt att rymma från verkligheten en stund. Tankarna svävar runt i huvudet som flugorna runt koskiten. Önskar man kunde blunda och vakna upp glad och lycklig igen... aja,

Spelningslistan som spelats denna dag har varit denna:

Enbart Bruce Springsteen

1. Tougher than the rest
2. Brilliant Disguise
3. Mansion on the hill
4. Jungleland
5. Girls in their summer clothes
6. Human Touch
7. My Hometown
8. The Fuse
9. American Skin (41 Shots)
10. Backstreets
11. For You
12. Be True
13. Across the border
14. The Promise
15. I'm Goin' down
16. Badlands
17. 57 Channels (and nothin' on)
18. I'm on fire
19. Streets of Philadelphia
20. Sad eyes
21. My best was never good enough
22. Candy's Room
23. Rosalita (come out tonight)
24. Dead man Walkin'

Det var dagens Spelningslista som lär spelas imorron med, med några tillägg.. riktigt bra låtar på den listan ovanför. Rekomenderar den starkt för folket där ute!. Längtar till 7juni då jag äntligen ska få se The Boss. kommer bli en upplevelse. Han kan verkligen hitta stämningen och känslan i sina låtar... Han är älskvärd och ni borde lyssna in han!.

tack för mig. hoppas ni har det bra.....


"Your road is dark,
It's a thin, thin line
But I want you to know,
I'll walk it for you any time
Maybe your other boyfriends,
they couldn't pass the test
Well if your rough and ready for love,
Honey I'm tougher than the rest"

Who Was He?

An allied commander in WWII, and an avid fan of surfing, Captain Jack Malcolm Thorpe Fleming Churchill aka "Fighting Jack Churchill" aka "Mad Jack" was basically the craziest motherfucker in the whole damn war.

He volunteered for commando duty, not actually knowing what it entailed, but knowing that it sounded dangerous, and therefore fun. He is best known for saying that "any officer who goes into action without his sword is improperly dressed" and, in following with this, for carrying a sword into battle. In WWII. And not one of those sissy ceremonial things the Marines have. No, Jack carried a fucking claymore. And he used it, too. He is credited with capturing a total of 42 Germans and a mortar squad in the middle of the night, using only his sword.

Churchill and his team were tasked with capturing a German fortification creatively called "Point 622." Churchill took the lead, charging ahead of the group into the dark through the barbed wire and mines, pitching grenades as he went. Although his unit did their best to catch up, all but six of them were lost to silly things like death. Of those six, half were wounded and all any of them had left were pistols. Then a mortar shell swung in and killed/mortally wounded everyone who wasn't Jack Churchill.

When the Germans found him, he was playing "Will Ye No Come Back Again?" on his bagpipes. Oh, we didn't mention that? He carried them right next to his big fucking sword.

After being sent to a concentration camp, he got bored and left. Just walked out. They caught him again, and sent him to a new camp. So he left again. After walking 150 miles with only a rusty can of onions for food, he was picked up by the Americans and sent back to Britain, where he demanded to be sent back into the field, only to find out (with great disappointment) the war had ended while he was on his way there. As he later said to his friends, "If it wasn't for those damn Yanks, we could have kept the war going another 10 years!"

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Who Was He?

Yogendra Singh Yadav was a member of an Indian grenadier battalion during a conflict with Pakistan in 1999. Their mission was to climb "Tiger Hill" (actually a big-ass mountain), and neutralize the three enemy bunkers at the top. Unfortunately, this meant climbing up a sheer hundred-foot cliff-face of solid ice. Since they didn't want to all climb up one at a time with ice-axes, they decided they'd send one guy up, and he'd fasten the ropes to the cliff as he went, so everyone else could climb up the sissy way. Yadav, being awesome, volunteered.

Half way up the icy cliff-o'-doom, enemies stationed on an adjacent mountain opened fire, shooting them with an RPG, then spraying assault-rifle fire all over the cliff. Half his squad was killed, including the commander, and the rest were $scattered and disorganized. Yadav, in spite of being shot three times, kept climbing.
 

When he reached the top, one of the target bunkers opened fire on him with machine guns. Yadav ran toward the hail of bullets, pitched a grenade in the window and killed everyone inside. By this point the second bunker had a clear shot and opened fire, so he ran at them, taking bullets while he did, and killed the four heavily-armed men inside with his bare hands.

Meanwhile, the remainder of his squad was standing at the top of the cliff staring at him saying, "dude, holy shit!" They then all went and took the third bunker with little trouble.

For his gallantry and sheer ballsiness, he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra, India's highest military award. Unlike the Medal of Honor, the Param Vir Chakra is only given for "rarest of the rare gallantry which is beyond the call of duty and which in normal life is considered impossible to do." That's right, you actually have to break the laws of reality just to be eligible.

It has only been awarded 21 times, and two thirds of the people who earned it died in the process. It was initially reported that Yadav had as well, but it turns out that they just mistook him for someone less badass. Or they just figured no real human being could survive a broken leg, shattered arm and 10-15 fresh bullet holes in one sitting.

Måndagen äntligen snart över, imorgon är det tisdag och då är det sovmorgon, det är ju alltid najs!. Sen blire prov i motorstyrning, inte lika najs.. Dagen har varit helt okej i guess. Den har gått rätt fort, jobbade på i skolan med motorstyrningen, efter skolan blev det att träna volleyboll med skollaget. går väll frammåt.. Sen ikväll har jag inte gjort ett piss. Ska väll kanske dra mig och kolla på TV om det är något bra vill säga.

Idag är det iaf bekräftat; U2  kommer till sverige iår!! . förhoppningsvis får man biljett till den konserten så är detta år fullbordat! . På Fredag släpps även Thåströms nya skiva har jag för mig, det ser jag fram emot då hans nya singel är grym "Kärlek är för dom". aja glida iväg nu, hoppas ni har det bra.


Sitter nu och lyssnar på denna otroligt underbart fina låt. Dylan sjunger den rakt in i mitt hjärta. Inte många låtar som gör så. Men denna är verkligen en låt som är så. Älskar den. Melodin,Musiken,Texten är helt underbar. Han fångar det underbara det där som man känner ibland. Det där som alla upplever. Gammal som Ung. Folk kan relatera till den. Iaf jag. Denna låt känns så mycket närmre nu än vad den någonsin gjort tyvärr...



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2xB445W9nVs

Texten hittar ni här;
http://artists.letssingit.com/bob-dylan-lyrics-standing-in-the-doorway-twgqbdz


"The ghost of our old love
Has not gone away
Not looking like it will any time soon
You left me standing in the doorway crying
Under the midnight moon"

Hittade en rätt "intressant" sida på nätet där dom rankade 5 olika soldater som var riktiga "badasses" så tänkte lägga upp texten till dom 1varje dag i 5dagars tid! . Riktigt rolig läsning måste jag säga

Vi börjar med Finnen Simo Häyhä

Who Was He?

Simo Hayha had a fairly boring life in Finland. He served his one mandatory year in the military, and then became a farmer. But when the Soviet Union invaded his homeland in 1939, he decided he wanted to help his country.

Since the majority of fighting took place in the forest, he figured the best way to stop the invasion was to grab his trusty rifle, a couple of cans of food and hide in a tree all day shooting Russians. In six feet of snow. And 20-40 degrees below zero.

Of course when the Russians heard that dozens of their men were going down and that it was all one dude with a rifle, they got fucking scared. He became known as "The White Death" because of his white camouflage outfit, and they actually mounted whole missions just to kill that one guy.

They started by sending out a task force to find Hayha and take him out. He killed them all.

Then they tried getting together a team of counter-snipers (which are basically snipers that kill snipers) and sent them in to eliminate Hayha. He killed all of them, too.

Over the course of 100 days, Hayha killed 542 people with his rifle. He took out another 150 or so with his SMG, sending his credited kill-count up to 705.

Since everyone they had was either too dead or too scared to go anywhere near him, the Russians just carpet-bombed everywhere they thought he might be. Supposedly, they had the location right, and he actually got hit by a cloud of shrapnel that tore his coat up, but didn't actually hurt him, because he's the fucking White Death, damn it.

Finally on March 6th, 1940, some lucky bastard shot Hayha in the head with an exploding bullet. When some other soldiers found him and brought him back to base, he "had half his head missing." The White Death had finally been stopped..

...for about a week. In spite of having come down with a nasty case of shot-in-the-face syndrome, he was still very much alive, and regained consciousness on March 13, the very day the war ended...

Det var dagens inlägg, Läs! mycket intressant läsning..

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Denna vecka har varit mycket upp och ner. började bra med och klara uppskrivningen till körkortet , men sen så misslyckades jag på dom mest dummaste grunderna på uppkörningen och den vägen har det gått!..

annars har jag inte gjort så mycket, tagit det lungt och väntat på helg. i princip. helgen blir nog najs
blir att glida ut till valla på lördag och dricka med lite chill ppl. sen blir det väll krogen på det. sweet som man brukar säga.

Måste ju bara säga att spotify är grymt najs!... Fan finns ju hur mycket go gammal musik som helst ju i love it <3

Läste igår även en härlig nyhet på rolling stone.

http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/26445175/dylan_records_surprise_modern_times_followup

Bara hoppas att den är sann!, vore grymt med ett nytt studioalbum av Dylan.. ,
Nu är det inte långtid kvar tills jag ska på Dylan i globen med Danne my man!

goodbye's too good a word, girl. So I'll just say fare thee well!



"Folk säger otur i spel ger dig tur i kärlek men det kan omöjligt stämma för jag har otur i båda"
 

"goodbye's too good a word, girl
So I'll just say fare thee well"