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Opis bloga i još nešto sitno

Blogić za sve one koji vole muziku i sve ostalo kaj će na njemu naći...

I kinda look like an Emo so I got an Emo myself...





Objavila sam cijeli govor "I Have A Dream" Martina Luthera Kinga, ali je oduži pa mislim da ga više manje nitko ne bi pročitao tako da ipak objavljujem samo po meni najljepše misli o slobodi i jedinstvu... Cijeli govor je prekrasan pa pročitajte tko želi.

When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men - yes, black men as well as white men - would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt.
Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.
Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.
We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only."
No, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today my friends - so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring - when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children - black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics - will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" Martin Luther King

Ljudi glasajte, pleaseeeee... 'Ko god dođe, 'ko god može!!!

Prva dva otvorih ja...









Neš o meni:

Volim : Boga i zahvalna sam mu za sve što imam, Mozarta (divim mu se), Elvisa Preselyja (Hvala ti za Rock 'n' Roll!), muziku, (V-)gitare, bassove, bubnjeve, (staromodne) mikrofone, spiked kosu, mohawake/irokezice, mir, pacifiste, umjetnost, Punkere, Punk (Punk pišem veliko iz poštovanja), Skinove (al' ne one nazi), pojačala, kompjuter, Guitar Pro, dolje navedene Punk bandove, pjevat (pod tušem ), pisat pjesme, svoju zečicu Puffy, svoju obitelj, svoje prijatelje, raspravljat o politici i filozofiji, (slušat) demo bandove, (nosit) kravate, sanjat, crtat, MTV, VH1, crtiće, Tima Burtona, Vansice, Starke/Chucksice/Conversice, Marte, killere, bodlje na odjeći, blijede ljude upalih lica , kožnjake, kožne hlače, mullete, mrkva hlače, remenje, obleku i frizure u stilu 80-ih, ciferšluse, crni lak za nokte, izložbe, sunčane naočale, lenonice, francuske kape, pruge, karirane stvari...

Ne volim : rasiste, sexiste, nacionaliste, naciste, fašiste, vandale, homofobične ljude, destruktivne i autodestruktivne ljude, bezobzirne pušače zbog kojih mi pluća pasivno trunu, dorgiranje i drogu, dosadno školovanje, pretilu djecu, male klince, političare (uglavnom skoro sve iako bih htjela jednog dana uč' u njihov svijet i sve ispravit'), rat (u Iraku), teroriste, jest meso (vegetarijanka sam), testiranja na životinjama, reklame, bunde, krznarije...

U slobodno vrijeme ... slušam muziku do iznemoglosti (bezgranični izvor inspiracije), maštarim (također bezgranični izvor inspiracije), ljenčarim, pišem pjesme, sviram, pjevam pod tušem, visim za kompom, gledam TV (uglavnom muziku i crtiće), crtam, ponekad i učim , čitam knjige (svake prijestupne), vucaram se Zagrebom s nekim ljudićima...

Napišem još kad se sjetim...

Vidla sam na WebCounteru da se mora ostavit onaj link dolje za sponzore, a ja sam ga obrisala i to nije fer, jer nisam znala pa počinjem iznova poštenim putem brojat

(do tad je bilo 1897 posjetitelja od 16.07.2007.)

Ti si posjetitelj broj



od 05.11.2007. !

Evo tek tolko da i ja imam brojilo... -:)

Linx

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Ljudići čije blogove čitam (abecednim redom da ne bi bilo zaš sam ja zadnji/a a svi su jednako super):

Barbie #2
°°the best friends°°
x...Billy Talent...x
bloody kiss-Sestrin novi blog
Burn it!
Ghotic Halls Of Shame
...I love fob...
ira
Luka
MALA KOJA VOLI GREEN DAY..............
mIsS sUiCiDe
simpathy
starkice, rock i simple plan!
metalac i punker
My Music!
P@NKERIC@
punkrockgrrrl
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Smotani...
Violet Grimm
Witchy's Life-Sestrin stari blog

Malo muzike... What I love...

Bands I like (abecednim redom):
The Adicts
Anti-Flag
Arctic Monkeys
blink-182
The Bouncing Souls
Bowling For Soup
Brown Brigade
The Buzzcocks
The Casualties
The Clash
Dead To Me
Flogging Molly
Good Charlotte
Go Betty Go
Green Day
Juliette And The Licks
Me First And The Gimme Gimmes
MxPx
NOFX
The Operation M.D.
Orange
Rancid
The Resistance
The Sex Pistols
Sum 41
The Unseen
The Used
Western Addiction

MY HEROES:





Joan Jett - Joan Jett And The Blackhearts (gitara, glavni vokal)
Moj veliki uzor. Odlična gitaristica . Super frontwoman i pjevačica. Divim joj se. Plus, ima stila .





Chris #2 - Anti-Flag (bass, glavni vokal (na nekim pjesmama), prateći vokal)
Jedan od najboljih bassista na svijetu, ako ne i najbolji. Moj veliki modni uzor. Ima odlične bass dionice.





Chris Head - Anti-Flag (gitara, prateći vokal)
Odličan gitarist! Ljubitelj životinja. Na prvoj slici sa svojim psima.





Justin Sane - Anti Flag (gitara, glavni vokal (na nekim pjesmama), prateći vokal)
Moj veliki uzor. Izuzetno talentirani tekstopisac i skladatelj.





Pat Thetic - Anti-Flag (bubnjevi)
Tip je genijalac! Izvlači i najsloženije ritmove.





Bizzy D - Sum 41 (gitara, glavni vokal (gotovo uvijek), prateći vokal (rijetko))
Napiso je sve riffove za Sum 41... Super pjevač i skladatelj.





Cone - Sum 41 (bass, prateći vokal)
Ima svoj band The Operation M.D. s gitaristom Juliette And The Licksa. Super bassist.





Stevo 32 - Sum 41 (bubnjevi, glavni vokal (rijetko), prateći vokal)
Ovaj tip doslovno rastura bubnjeve ! Ludnica! On je jedan od najboljih bubnjara koje sam ikad čula i s ponosom ću reći možda uz Pat Thetica i najbolji. Odličan je, a ima i super glas! Koji talent!

NAJDRAŽI CRTIĆI (abecednim redom):



THE ADDAMS FAMILY
Crtić koji prati svakodnevnicu mračne obitelji Addams.





COUNT DUCKULA
Crtić o patku vampiru vegetarijancu.


Penelope Pitstop u vozilu The Compact Pussycat


Sargeant Blast i Private Meekly u vozilu The Army Surplus Special


The Slag Brothers; Rock i Gravel u vozilu The Builder Mobile


Muttley
WACKY RACES
Crtić o utrkama Wacky Racersa. Moj osobni favorit trenutno.

četvrtak, 31.01.2008.

Happy birthday Johnny Rotten!!!!!

Jučer sam gledala crtić Totally Spies. Kak ga volim gledat'!!!!! Odliiiiičan je. Fanovi, javite se! Bilo je o nekom zlom farmeru veganu koji pretvara farmere koji uzgajaju životinje u pola ljude, pola povrće... LoL... Clover je rekla da je vegetarijanka!!!!! Weeeee...




Ali razlog zašto pišem ovaj kratki post je taj da je na današnji, 31.01., prije točno 52 godine rođen John Joseph Lydon a.k.a. Johnny Rotten!!!!!




JOHNNY, I WISH YOU A
VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

(52 reda VERY u blog editoru)

BEST WISHES!!!!!

CHEERS!!!!!

PEACE!!!!!

Kate Flag

********** EDIT 05. 02. **********

Odričem se neta (osim MSN-a i stranica koje mi budu bile važne za neš (npr. škola)) za Korizmu tako da ću se samo javljati nedjeljom. Danas sam za maškare bila gipsy. Odoh. Budite pozdravljeni! Peace! xoxo

********** KRAJ EDITA **********

nedjelja, 27.01.2008.

But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here...

Nisam pročitala onaj članak koji sam rekla da ću pročitati. Jednostavno sam toliko lijena da išta počnem raditi. Vrijeme brzo prolazi. Dani su kratki, a čine se dugima u rano jutro. Čine se beskrajno dugima. I vrijeme sve brže prolazi. I želim ga zaustaviti, ali ne. Ne mogu.

Kako sam zaljubljena u ovu pjesmu... Tako je odlična...

Radiohead - Creep

Radiohead - Creep....

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful weather
I wish I was special
You're so fucking special
But I 'm a creep
I 'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out again
She's running out
She run, run, run run
Run

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking special
I wish I was special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here.


I čini mi to da počinjem razmišljati o stvarima. I prepoznam sebe u njoj. Osobu koja pokušava biti snažna, a u stvari je slaba i zatvorena u sebe.





You go out on Friday night
I'll stay in but thats all right

So come and talk to me on my computer screen
The best years of our lives aren't as easy as they seem

The Click, Good Charlotte

I znam to i ne boli me, ali ne razumiju me.

Today I screwed up again
I wasn't paying attention
I walked into the wall again
I heard you laugh and saw you grin
while you were sitting at your t-shirt stand
with all your cool friends
they're really cool
I GET THE POINT

I know that I'm not fitting in with you
And your stuck-up friends

I Heard You, Good Charlotte






I volim sjediti sama u sobi i razmišljati o svijetu. Zar je to tako čudno?






Communication is a lot like the wind
When I speak it's like no one understands
And I'm left with empty hands forever
I can't speak.

I'm dreaming, I'm a dreamer
No one belives me and you don't either.

Screamer, Good Charlotte


I nesigurna sam u sebe, priznajem, ali zar je to grijeh?






Monday morning you woke up crying
The outcome of a stupid line oh-oh
Said by some punk-ass on the street
It wasn't me, it wasn't you
It wasn't anybody you knew is it
Your old friend insecurity?

The one companion that stuck by your side since you were born...

Soul Mate, No Use For A Name


Zašto bi se svi trebali ponašati nekako kako se ne osjećaju. Da bi bili zapaženi? Mislim da je to glupost.


Fake it, if you’re out of direction
Fake it, if you don’t belong here
Fake it, if you feel like infection
Whoa, you’re such a f**kin’ hypocrite

Fake It, Seether






We can fake it for the airwaves
Force our smiles, baby, half dead

I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song), Fall Out Boy


Eh, pa ja se ne želim pretvarati. Ali drugi se pretvaraju. Zašto biti nešto što drugi očekuju od tebe da to budeš ako se ne osjećaš kao da tamo pripadaš?????


I tried to be perfect,
But nothing was worth it,
I don’t believe it makes me real.
I thought it’d be easy,
But no one believes me,
I meant all the things I said.

Pieces, Sum 41


Never have
been one to write it down
Now I think I can
I know I'm stronger now
Who's looking south
Not me I'm not looking back
I'm done denying the truth to anyone
Cause I'm alive

Maybe Memories, The Used


I ne želim se pretvarati.


Your Kate with a forced smile.


Love you xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo


P.S. Pics by: Gris Grimly

ponedjeljak, 07.01.2008.

Let's run for cover We gotta escape They're dropping bombs on the Empire State And the streets are filled with children Who will never grow old All because their lives are all worth less than gold

Postoji jedna stvar koja me svaki puta toliko inspirira da je žalosno što to ne radim češće...

To je pranje kose... Jedan tako banalni postupak koji kao da s mene spere svu prašinu. Mogla bih satima slušati kako voda šušti nad mojiom glavom i smišljati stotine melodija, ritmova, pjesama, priča... To je jednostavno čarobno. Kad bi barem papir bio vodootporan.

I tako sam sada ful nabrijana pod tušem izmislila govor na engleskom i izdeklamirala ga sama sebi tako da sad želim i dio podjeliti s Vama. Owww jea...

Ove kampanje za američke izbore očito su stvorile maloga govornika u meni koji umjesto gomili ljudi svoje misli deklamira grinjama u kupaonici. Možda su me razumile i prestale neki svoj rat. Da, ali ostale životinje nikada ne ratuju toliko okrutno kao jedna vrsta - ljudi. Iako su ljudi na višem razvojnom stupnju živčanog sustava od ikojeg živućeg stvora na Zemlji, oni su u nekim stvarima toliko zaostali da je to žalosno. Mozak kao da je uzeo dušu.




Govora se ne sjećam potpuno, ali od prilike ću napisati sve što bih rekla svakom čovjeku na ovoj Zemlji ne izostavljajući niti jednu osobu.

Ove misli želim podjeliti s svakom osobom na ovome svijetu da dopru do svakog srca. Što se događa s nama? Kamo idemo? Što nas je dovelo ovamo gdje sada jesmo? Čijim životima je plaćena ovakva slika svijeta kojega smo danas dionici? Bol i mržnja okovale su svijet. Hladni ratovi samo što se nisu rasplamsali u otvorene sukobe. Svi samo čekamo trenutak kada će biti objavljen novi svjetski rat. Postali smo otuđeni. Strojevi stvoreni našim rukama okreću se protiv nas. Kako smo si to mogli dopustiti?

*** Dva dana kasnije***

Tak sam jučer, tj. danas rano ujutro napisala do kraja... Evo kako ide dalje...

I sada kada smo se našli u ovoj situaciji, u kakvoj se nalazimo danas, pitamo se što nam je za činiti. Kojim putem krenuti dalje kad nam se čini a nema izlaza? Gdje potražiti pomoć? Svi odgovori leže u nama. Da, u nama. U dubini naše duše, zapisani u dnu srca. Tamo leži odgovor. Kada bi svi mi barem nakratko pogledali u nutrinu svoje duše, što bismo ondje našli? Kada bismo odvojili barem malo vremena za odjetiti svoju dušu do ovoga ne bi došlo. U našim srcima ukorijenjen je moral. Moral je ono nešto što nam je dano da, služeći se njime, postanemo pravi, pošteni ljudi. Dana nam je i savijest. Savijest koja nam daje upozorenja kada prekršimo granice morala. Ponekad kao da ušutkamo tu savijest poput alarma kojeg gasimo kada ne želimo ustati. Mi često pridajemo savijesti važnost alarma koji nas budi u nedjeljno jutro i rado ga ugasimo i nastavljamo san. No, savijest je poput protupožarnog alarma. Ako ga zanemarimo to će ostaviti na nas velike poslijedice. Kao da miješamo zvukove ta dva alarmai ne prepoznajemo pravu važnost svoje duše. Zar je moralno ostaviti siromašne ljude da umiru od gladi dok se novac koji je mogao biti utrošen za njihovu hranu nemilice troši na proizvodnju nuklearnog oružja? Novac koji je mogao biti utrošen za poboljšanje civilizacije služi za njezino uništenje. Gdje je tu pravda? Čujete li kako Vam se na ovaj, jedan od stotine tisuća prmjera, Vaša savijest javlja? Sada bih voljela da svaka osoba pogleda sebe. Što ti želiš? Čovjek uvijek misli da za ostvarivanje globalnih ciljeva treba djelovati globalno. Osobno smatram da svaka osoba prvo treba djelovati na sebe. Tek kad sklopi mir sa samom sobom moći će sklapati mir s drugima.




Ima nešto za čim, vjerujem, svaka osoba čezne barem jednom u životu. Ta riječ je kratka, ali znači puno: MIR. I sad dok ova riječ dopire u Vaše uši, kakve je prirode? Čini li vaše misli uzburkanima i nemirnima, rušeći Vaše snove ili ih izgrađuje i njen zvuk miluje Vaše uši i odzvanja u melodijama punima harmonije? Zasigurno je ovo drugo. Bog nam je dao mir i ljubav kao darove da ih širimo među ljudima. Što se dogodilo da smo se našli u ovakvoj situaciji punoj mržnje? Ne, to nikada neću shvatiti. Zar je tako teško širiti ljubav i mir da natopi svakog čovjeka svojim blagostanjem poput tople kiše kasnoga proljeća? Zašto smo tako sebični? Pa ljubav i mir ne koštaju ništa i beskonačni su. Ako nađeš svoj mir, tko Ti ga ikada može uzeti? Nađimo svoj mir i podijelimo ga s drugima. I naš mir bit će i tuđi mir i uskoro će cijeli svijet osjetiti sve blagodati tih darova. Voljela bih vidjeti takav rasplet događaja. Na Vama je da odaberete kakav nastavak događaja dajete ovom romanu kojeg nazivamo povijest.

Uglavnom, od prilike to sam 'tjela reći. Rat je gadna stvar. Ovih dana baš pišem pjesmu o ratu, ali ono malo šteka... Hehehe...

U novom broju časopisa Geo je zanimljiva tema „RAT ILI MIR“ jedva čekam da ju pročitam. Javit ću vam utiske. Ziher će me inspirirati.




Can we evade this?
This evil fate
Or are we damned to be the product of greed's waste?
We'll find out all the answers
But will it be too late?
They'll let us know when we watch the news on channel 8

This is our home
They'll drop the bombs, they'll let them go
All in the name of control
We'll sit in our homes and watch the bombs come through our doors

Bombs Over Brooklyn, Love Equals Death




Nadam se da će nam jednoga dana mir obasjati put u bolje sutra.




Love! Peace! Freedom! Unity! Respect! Equality! xoxoxoxoxoxoxo Kate Flag

utorak, 01.01.2008.

Her bone structure screams "Touch her! Touch her!"

Slušam Dead And Gone by American Steel.

It won't be long
'Til we're all dead and gone
I got a feeling something's wrong
It won't be long
'Til we're all dead and gone
The world's seeing stars and stripes
And smart bombs

Nadam se da tako nećemo završiti makar je situacija u svijetu po meni kritična. Nadam se da niti jedan hladni rat neće preći u otvoreni oružani sukob. Željela bih da barem na jedan dan, na jedan sat svi ljudi na svijetu uvide što rade i da promijene svaku učinjenu nepravdu, razvesele svaku povrijeđenu dušu, spoje svako slomljeno srce, okupe svaku razrušenu obitelj... Kada bi barem na jednu minutu svi vladari ovoga svijeta uvidjeli što rade, kada bi im se širom otvorile oči, sve nepravde bi bile ispravljene i ljudi bi nakon stotina tisuća godina uživali u miru i ljubavi. To bih željela.

Speak of heroes
You're swift to nominate them
Oh, darling be a sacrificial lamb
Oh, poor boys fighting peasants in foreign lands

How loudly you praise them
Oh, but where were you then?
Off dancing with your debutante
Her skin is soft and warm
But her eyes are cold and dead

It serves the greedy well
To say men's hearts are dark
But I believe there'll be a light that shines
Which now is just a spark

American Steel, Sons Of Avarice

Htjela sam napisati post 22.12., ali nisam jer sam bila na skijanju. Tada je bila peta godišnjica smrti Johna Mellora a.k.a. Joea Strummera. On je stvarno ostavio ogroman trag u povijesti glazbe bez kojeg glazba kakvu danas poznajemo ne bi nikad bila ista. Da je bar još uvijek s nama. Ah...







Počivao u miru.

Željela bih vam se ispričati što nisam komentirala dugo jer sam bila na skijanju i imala kvar na netu. Uvijek komplikacije.
Sad moram rješavati štafetu koju sam dobila od Roberte Ah, neeeeeeeeeee daaaaaaaaaaaa miiiiiiiiiii seeeeeeeeee, al’ evo... Duuuga je... *beeeep*

SaVrSeN dAn...
- Neam pojma... Recimo primjer da upoznam sve glazbenike koje slušam, da potpišem ugovor za Fat Wreck Chordse il’ Hellcat il’ Side One Dummy il’ A-F Recordse (neki unosni -XD), da pričam s Joeom Strummerom, Hendrixom, Mozartom, Teslom, Pitagorom, Einsteinom... (Pitagora, Tesla i Einstein su bili vegetarijanci -XD) i da još stignem napraviti sve što želim. Nisam zahtjevna uopće...


ŠtA Te Na lJuDiMa PrVo Pr!vUcE ?...
- Brijem da kosa. Kosa je waaaauuu...


KoL!Ko jE SaT! ?
- 05:06 p.m.


KoJe Je iMe zAp!sAnOo u TwOm RoDnOm L!StU ??
- Katarina



NaD!mAk ??
- Kety ili Ketty, Kathy, Kata (‘ko baka neka), Kate, Kate Flag... blah, blah...



KoJeG t! Je dAtUma RoOđEnDaN ??
- 12.02.


kOja T! jE nAjjDrAžA žIvOt!Nja ??
- Ljenjivac jer se s njim mogu poistovijetiti.

kOjE sU T! bOjE Oc! ??
- Smeđe.

KoJe T! jE bOjE kOosa ??
- Smeđe.


!mAs Li NegDi Na T!jElU pIrCiNg ??
- Nope.


!mAs L! !Gd! nA t!JeLu TeToVaŽu ??
- Ne. Someday maybe.


KoJe Su t! BoJE čArApe ??
- Većinom crne.


kOj! Je tVoJ sReTn! BrOoj ??
- 3.


D! B! VoL!O/La PuToVaT ??
- Pittsburgh pa Washington, Toronto, L.A., London (opet)...


..Om!LjeN! f!Lm..
- Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Finding Neverland, Corpse Bride ako se to računa...


OmIlJeNoO mJeStOo Za oDmOoR
- Ništa određeno.


VoOlIS l! NeK! dAN u TjEdNuU pOoSebNoO ??
- Neam pojma.


KoJe P!sME SlUsAs U ZaDnJe Vr!Me ??
- Uhm Everchanging - Rise Against, Dead And Gone - American Steel, Problems - Agains Me!, Don’t Lose Touch - Against Me, I've Got A Dark Alley And A Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) - Fall Out Boy, Calm Before The Storm - Fall Out Boy, ...


KoJu PAsTu Za zUbE kOoR!St!š
- elmex.


Oom!LjEnOo P!Će ??
- Tangerina, Pepsi, Coca-Cola, Pago Marelica, Almdudler kak’ već...


KaKoO s! !ZgLeDaO/La Kad S! !MaLa 10 GoD ??
- Kost i koža.


oD kOgA s! DoB!o/lA zAdNj! e-Ma!L ??
- Od frendice Franke.


U KoJeN b! DuCaNu ImAo/lA 75% pOopUstA ??
- Ne znam, Draven Shoes, iako nikad nisam vidla njihov ducan, u nekima na Camden( tak nes’ ) Marketu u Londonu, u svim CD shopovima na svijetu i svim dućanima s instrumentima.


ŠtA rAd!s kAD t! Je dOsAdNoO
- Slusam muziku, sviram gitaru, na kompu sam...


KaKoO rEaG!rAs NA lJuDe & S!tUaC!Je ??
- Loše.


KoO oD tVoJ!h PrIiJaTeLja ŽiV! nAjDaLje ??
Uh ne znam...


KoL!kOo jE SaD sAt! ??
- 05:31 p.m.


čOoKoOlAdA iLi vAn!L!ja
- Čoksaaaaa. -:)


L!tOo iLi ZiMA
- Zima.


ToOpLoO ILi hLaDnOo
- Hladno.

CrNoO iLi RoOzOo
- Ovisi, ali crno.


NaRoOdNjAc! ILi MeTaL
- Metallllll.


PeDer ILi LeZba ??
- Može univerzalno. Gay. Ne želim diskriminacije tu.

POoRniC iLi KoOmEdija ??
- Perverzna jesam, al’ nisam toloko... Komedija.


KoMp iLi Tv ??
- Komp.


MoOtOoR iLi AuToO ??
- Auto. Sigurniji je.

LuNaPaRk iLi k!NoO ??
- Oboje ne volim puno pa... Kino.


NaJdRaZa BoJa T! je ??
- Crvena, crna...


KaKvE lJuDe LoOliS ??
- One koji mi se sviđaju.


StA MiSlIs Oo pEtKu ThE 13-Om ??
- Praznovjerna sam pa... A ono da hmm... Nije da ne izlazim iz kuće jer mi i u kući može neš past na glavu.

*PRIMJEDBA!!!!! Ova štafeta diskriminira dečke... Piše samo la a ne o/la Popravila bum je sad!*

Evo jesam...

Nek ju uzme 'ko oće...

Evo jedna pjesma za kraj. Perverzna je k’o i ja...

Cute Is What We Aim For - Curse Of Curves



I've got the gift of one liners
And you've got the curse of curves
And with this gift I compose words
And the question that comes forward
Are you perspiring from the irony
Or sweating to these lyrics
And this just in
You're a dead fit
But my wit won't allow it
The inside lingo had me at hello
And we go where the money goes
The inside lingo had me at hello
And we go where the money goes

I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win

Her bone structure screams
"Touch her! Touch her!"
And she's got the curse of curves
So with the combination of my gift with one liners
And my way
My way with words
It seems I'm too hip to keep tight lipped
And you're on the gossip team
You're making something out of nothing
And jealousy's the cousin, the cousin of greed
The inside lingo had me at hello
And we go where the money goes
The inside lingo had me at hello
And we go where the money goes

I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win

Her bone structure screams (I want someone)
"Touch her! Touch her!"
And she's got the curse, the curse of: (I want someone)
From what I've heard with skin you'll win

We All have teeth that can bite underneath
To where the reality grows
Yeah, that's where mine go
that's where mine go
We all have teeth that can bite underneath
To where the reality grows
Yeah that's where mine go
Where the reality grows:
From what I've heard with skin you'll win
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win

I want someone provocative and talkative
But it's so hard when you're shallow as a shower
And from what I've heard with skin you'll win

Her bone structure screams (I want someone)
"Touch her! Touch her!"
And she's got the curse, the curse of: (I want someone)
From what I've heard with skin you'll win
With skin you'll win
Skin you'll win

Cheeers ljudi!!!!!

Želim vam sve najbolje u (N)ovoj godini!!!!!




Barbie, your EMO Kate sends you lots of xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxos!!!!!

Peace! Kate Flag