september 01, 2009
augusti 25, 2009
augusti 24, 2009
Monica Lewinsky
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear there're prissy, wine all that
Is Bel-Air the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think sow
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air
Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightening, disappeared
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
augusti 23, 2009
Kristen Stewart
Jag vet inte riktigt vem det här är och vad för filmer hon brukar vara med i.
Men hon är med i filmen "adventureland" och där är hon fantastiskt cool!
Etiketter:
film,
kvinna,
Lou Reed,
skådespelare,
Velvet Underground,
vit
augusti 22, 2009
Willem Dafoe
För att han är den bästa filmskurken du kan tänka dig. Se bara på honom. Se på honom!
Tänk dig att du är i en storstad. Du har nyss sagt adjö till dina vänner efter en lång utekväll, inte sant? Du går nerför mörka gator och tänker att du hade kunnat ta tunnelbanan. Men natten är sval och du känner för en promenad, så är det. Du strosar nerför gator. Du ser ett rödljus, men inga bilar kör för stunden så du går ändå.
Plötsligt hör du någon ropa. "HALLÅ DÄR" ropar en djup manlig röst bakom dig. Eftersom du fortfarande går över gatan väntar du en stund innan du vänder dig om för att se vem det var som ropade, på kanten av trottoaren vänder du på klacken.
Men där rösten hördes ifrån står ingen alls. Du känner dig konfunderad.
Helt plötsligt, i någon mikrosekund anar du att du känner ett andetag på din vänstra sida av nacken. Innan du hinner vända dig om säger samma manliga röst "Man ska inte gå över när det är rött". En kniv sticks in i din jacka och tränger in i din magsäck. Du hinner precis vända dig om och se Willem Dafoe's sinnessjuka leende innan du landar på den kalla asfalten, död.
augusti 21, 2009
juni 09, 2009
Det finns en förklaring till frånvaron!
på grund av festivaler och närvaro av liv tar nu dagenscooling.blogspot.com ett litet summer-break i erfarenhetens namn!
med vänliga hälsningar fridelie och gustaf med v
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