srijeda, 30.05.2007.

mali puhić i ništa

ja jadna u životu nikad puhića malog vidjela nisam..i onda sam trebala napisat seminar o glodaFcima..i onda sam našo sliku malog puhića i prvi put u životu vidjela kak to malo čudo izgleda, te sam ostala oduševljena tim okicama cakanimsmijeh ali samo na jednoj slici..na drugima su dosta gadni..rolleyes
kažu da su to veoma proždrljive životinje, a najviše vole orahe, lješnjake, žir..itd. pa kak to malo čudo može ak puno pojest?
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no dosta o puhovima, ko da vas to zanima...

jučer sam na tratinchichicinom blogu naisla na neke usporedbe faca bla bla..i ispada da iam 90% podudarnosti s kirsten faking dunsteekeek..fuuujj..necu to..makar je mutavo jer za svaku sliku koju stavis kaže dosta drugačije, tak da mi je ispalo i kirsta allen, charlize theron, kim catrall, famke jansen i monica belucci i hrpa ostaliheek onak, te ženske nisu slične međusobno, a ja im pogotovo ne sličim..pogotovo kirsten dunst..bljuv bljuv

i opet me snasla crvena armija mjeseca tak da raspoloženja skaču po skali opet..
i zakaj je vec šesti mjesecpuknucu

i ne, ne pitajte o ćem je ovaj post..prvo je bio inspiriran puhićem al onda splasla inspiracija tak da je posto inspiriran ničem. A i ništa ponekad može bit produktivno, makar vjerojatno u mom slučaju je to puhanje u prazno. No ništa je misteriozno, ponekad se iz ništa izrodi svašta..u mom slučaju hrpa nebuloza, al ajd bar ne ostane na ništa.

NOTHING IS BIG

"Nothing is bigger than cyberspace, the Internet, and the NFL site on the world wide web." - Microsoft.

People all over the world are talking about nothing. It doesn't matter what language you speak or even if you can't speak. Nothing's the same everywhere you go. Almost the entire universe is made up of nothing. Philosophers think and talk about nothing until they die. "It's" that important! _copy/paste sa www.nothing.net

ništa rulzparty

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ponedjeljak, 21.05.2007.

pishem naslov chisto da mi tekst ne ode na slichku tako divnu tako krasnu...hmm..kad razmislim, ćemu to? opet se smjestio...

ev opet sjedim doma s podbuhlim očima, jer naravno maloprije se tek probudih..a di sam ono trebala bit??hmm..da na fucksu...jebat ga opet sam zaspala, a bas kad se ponadala da mi dobro krenulo..shmrc..

Nevjerojatno je kolko pozitivno djeluju uspjesi i daju poticaj za dalje, a samo jedan pad, jedan jedini te može tolko srozat da ti se apsolutno ništa više neda..tak to ide kod mene sa ispitima..a vjerujem da nisam jedina..
I sad bi ja trebala pisat seminar o biljnim hormonima i fitoregulatorima u voćarstvu..veoma zanimljivo..
žalosno je da gugl izbaci sam jednu jedinu stranicu o fitoregulatorima na hrv..+ jos onda s tim nista nemozes jer je katalog u izradi..čini mi se da cu opet morat u nsb..tako mi mlijeha u prahu..

e,a sad opet malo trulosti...
dakle, u zadnje vrijeme srecem dosta ljudi koje dugo nisam vidjela i naravno uvijek isto pitanje, čim se baviš..moj odgovor je uvijek fax..i zaista u zadnje vrijeme ne postoji nista osim faxa, eventualno tu i tamo koja kava s najbližim frendicama..
a sad meni nije jasno, ak sam ja tolko u tom faxu, koji k.... se desava da sam ja opet pocela padat ispite?

inspiracija..
tog mi pogotovo fali u zadnje vrijeme..brijem da je otišla na godišnji odmor..al neznam kolko ce to potrajat
al eto za čudo božje , moja malenkost je čak jučer nešto i naškrabala..al meni se opet čini kao da to može bolje zvučat, opet mi to nije ono kak ja mislim da mogu..a kad razmislim bolje, ak mislim da mogu bolje, onda zašto pobogu ne napravim nest bolje??..nis, evo vam pa sudite..

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utorak, 08.05.2007.

shmrc...

iam filing a me vlastiti blog sabotira!!
daklem tu neka slova(desno) koja su bila boldana, sama su se odboldala..ja nicam nicta diroooo..shmrc...
linkovi su trebali bit zeleni, al kad sam ih stavila da budu uporno su bili bijeli...s vremenom su sami postali zeleni...
zašto mi to čini? vaj ou vaj? pa zaboga čak sam mrvu i aktivnija nego li prije...shmrc...
+ sutra iam ispit, a nis pod milim bogom ne ucim..tj ne trudim se ni pogledat papire koji željno očekuju samo da bacim oko na njih , pa makar i samo prelistala..i znam da cu past..i uopce me ne zabrinjava...makar iam jos 4 ispita iz prvog semestra za riješit..aj tink ajm sik..

tj ne mislim, jesam..opet me uvatila shmrkavost i kihavost i glavobolja itd..ev copy/paste teksta koji to opisuje..ponosna sam na taj tekst..veoma je realansmijeh

"DA POPIZDIŠ!

evo jebemu da mu jebem!nemrem spavat jer mi izlučevine iz sinusa lete van ko lude pa me to škaklja..shmrc...+ lete i izlučevine iz suznih žlijezda...a i jako jak hripavac iz dubine pluća.. +non stop mi se piša(i upravo sam treći put obrisala riječ pipa jer nikako da napišem piša..) a moja lijenost me ne prisiljava da to sve ispustim van, jer nosnice me već peku ko lude, oči su mi postale tak male da sam se već zabrinula da ih i nemam...usne mi se ljušte jer dišem kroz usta, pa se stalno oblizujem zbog čega su popucale pa ih grizem non stop...više i ne osjetim kad mi se piški kad ne..koma..mislim jebemti gripu i ine pizdarije...osječam se ko neka balava klinka kojoj cure sline, i sve to skupa u paketu+tolko se slabo osječam da mi se fakat ne da otić do jebenog wc_a, al kad zagusti onda svim naporima nagovorim svoj mali mozak koji bježi...a da ne spominjem i pritisak u glavi..i da još napomenem da su svi oko mene isto takvi...jebena družba bolesnika! naravno pljuga mi baš ne paše, jer neznam koji kurac se desi
kad si bolestan da ne paše, al se silim da ju dokrajčim, jer sam o tom ovisna, jer se nemrem zamislit bez čika u gubici..sad si još samo to sve skupa u paketu zamislite u svojoj glavici i brijem da će vam se život zgadit..."

ok..praksom sam sredila ovaj dio di mi ne paše pljuga u takvim okolnostima..sad je sve ok..i niko osim mene nije sik trenutno..shmrc..al ovo sve ostalo isto..no

help?rolleyes



update: zanemarujuci sve ove rijeci ovog i pretprethodnog posta, ja sam od prije 20min jedna jako jako sretna osoba ..i fala puno bubici koji mi je vratio osmijeh na licekiss

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subota, 05.05.2007.

maj hormonz or vot?

bljah..iam filing da sam odhebala sav drustveni zivot poradi fucksa, dobro ne bas sav, s plavom sam redovito :) al ono..posto sam pocela prolazit fakin ispite moglo bi se rec da pali..a i treba palit s obzirom da iz prvog semestra iam rijesena samo dva ispita:S..sam da se ne ureknem...
u zadnja dva dana me hormoni abnormalno pucaju, al ne, nisam u pms-u..hmm..kaj bi moglo bit? prvo me puca melankolija, onda me puca smijeh, pa sam onda sva flegma prema svemu i svima, zatim neka mutava zbediranost tolika da mi je knedla u grlu..onak..wtf?? pa onda opet umirem od smijeha na najvecu glupost i tak u krug..ups, izostavila sam dio sa živčanošču di skoro pa čupam kosu na glavi..isto bez nekog posebnog razloga
ok i dosada ponekad može bit razlog..ne? npr, jučer na vježbama mi je bilo toliko dosadno da me pucala nervoza i valovi smijeha..bolesnog smijeha..i neki kurac mi je doso u noge da nisam mogla ih vise drzat na jednom mjestu nego cijelo vrijeme lupkat il nes, a nemogu samo tak izac..grous raspoloženja mi se mijenjaju iz depresivnog u hipomanično iz sata u sat...
"Raspoloženje može biti bolesno sniženo, pa tada govorimo o depresiji, ili bolesno povišeno, pa tada govorimo o maniji ili hipomaniji. Te se promjene mogu javiti bez ikakvog očiglednog razloga ili su u očitom neskladu s uzrokom." to procitah tu negdje na webu...nesklad s uzorkom? hmm..kojim uzorkom?? jesam ja sama sebi uzorak? e, pa sad jos k tom uzorku dodajte dozu mutavosti i neodlucnosti..koji jebeni mix...

Ako postoji pakao na zemlji, naći ćete ga u srcu melankoličnog čovjeka!

Robert Burton
Anatomy of Melancholy, 1621.


al bez brige nisam ja melankolican čovjek...valjda...rolleyes

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PLACEBO_ SPECIAL K

Coming up beyond belief
On this coronary thief
More than just a leitmotif
More chaotic, no relief
I'll describe the way I feel
Weeping wounds that never heal
Can the savior be for real
Or are you just my seventh seal?

No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever want to crash
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Now you're back with dope demand
I'm on sinking sand
Gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity
No escaping... not for free
I fall down... hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time you seem to come around

I'll describe the way I feel
You're my new Achilles heel
Can this savior be for real
Or are you just my seventh seal?

No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Just like I swallowed half my stash
I never ever want to crash
No hesitation, no delay
You come on just like special K
Now you're back with dope demand
I'm on sinking sand
Gravity
No escaping gravity
Gravity
No escaping... not for free
I fall down... hit the ground
Make a heavy sound
Every time you seem to come around

No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
No escaping gravity
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THE KILLS_ FRIED MY LITTLE BRAINS

Got six troubles, on my back
Like six little milk teeth, all gone bad
Won't move over, won't get gone
Won't move over

Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains

Only got ten minutes, better get me good
Pull out my little milk teeth, pull good
Won't move over, won't get gone
Won't move over

Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains
Fried my little brains



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PJ HARVEY_ KAMIKAZE

How could that happen?
How could that happen again?
Where the fuck was I looking
When all his horses came in?
And he built an army
Of kamikaze

Ten thousand willing
Pilots flying
Interfacing
Space and beyond
Built an army
To come and find me

Beyond all reason
Beyond all my hopes
The call of duty
Another war zone
(Makes me moan)

Kamikaze
Kamikaze
You can't touch me
Kamikaze

Eight miles high
He walks his path
And I follow mine
One truth for one eye
He's come to find me

Ten thousand willing
Pilots flying
Interfacing
Space and beyond
Here is his army
Space and here we come

Kamikaze
Kamikaze
You don't touch me
Kamikaze

Kamikaze
You don't touch me
Kamikaze
You don't touch me

Space here we come



PAVEL_MOJ JE STAN PREKINUO S NJOM

promijenio je boju na zidovima
nikad nije volio zeleno
otopio je kaktuse na prozorima
moj je stan prekinuo s njom

slike su pogriješile sobu
nove su ribe u akvariju
nema zvončića na dovratku
moj je stan ostavio nju

ali ja sam ovdje
to je vec teze mijenjati
to se neda preboljeti
uvijek ostane njen

poziva goste na zabave
pusta glasnu muziku
sve su mogucnosti otvorene
otkad je moj stan prebolio nju

sad se bavi statistikom
igra se brojkama
kako jeftinom patetikom
dignuti skor, pobjeda

ali ja sam ovdje
to je vec teze mijenjati
to se neda prebojati
uvijek ostane njen
ja sam ovdje
mene je tesko mijenjati
ja sam tu kao podsjetnik
u meni uvijek ima nje

u meni uvijek, uvijek, ima nje
u meni uvijek, uvijek, ima nje
u meni uvijek, uvijek, ima nje
u meni uvijek, uvijek, ima nje




A GIRL LIKE YOU_EDWYN COLLINS


I've never known a girl like you before
Now just like in a song from days of yore
Here you come a knockin', knockin' at my door
And I've never met a girl like you before
You give me just a taste so I want more and more
Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw
Now you've got me crawlin', crawlin' on the floor
And I've never met a girl like you before
You've made me acknowledge the devil in me
I hope to God I'm talkin' metaphorically
Hope that I'm talkin' allegorically
Know that I'm talkin' about the way I feel
And I've never known a girl like you before
Never, never, never, never
Never known a girl like you before
This old town's changed so much
Don't feel like I belong
Too many protest singers
Not enough protest songs
And now you've come along
Yes you've come along
And I've never met a girl like you before

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MUSE_ SUNBURN

Come waste your millions here
Secretly she sneers
Another corporate show
A guilty conscience grows
I'll feel a guilty conscience grow
I'll feel a guilty conscience grow

She burns like the sun
And I can't look away
And she'll burn our horizons make no mistake

Come let the truth be shared
No-one ever dared
To break these endless lies
Secretly she cries

She burns like the sun
And I can't look away
And she'll burn our horizons make no mistake

And I'll hide from the world
Behind a broken frame
And I'll burn forever
I can't face the shame

And I'll hide from the world
Behind a broken frame
And I'll burn forever
I can't face the shame

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HOWLING BELLS_ I'M NOT AFRAID

I've been where the sun don't shine
I've been where the trees have all died
I've been where there's no pathway or door
And I'm not afraid anymore

Been in a place where no one believes
The things that I said
Or the vision I'd see
So I had to protect my life
And not be afraid anymore
Fear is not real unless you want it be
At a level of yourself
It serves some need
You can let it go
Or hold on till the end
It's all up to you my friend

I've been where the sun don't shine
I've been where the trees have all died
I've been where there's no pathway or door
And I'm not afraid anymore

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NIGHTWISH_ WISH I HAD AN ANGEL

Deep into a dying day
I took a step outside an innocent heart
Prepare to hate me fall when I may
This night will hurt you like never before

Old loves they die hard
Old lies they die harder
I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
Your Virgin Mary undone
I`m in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight

I`m going down so frail `n cruel
Drunken disguise changes all the rules

Old loves they die hard
Old lies they die harder

I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
Your Virgin Mary undone
I`m in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight

Greatest thrill
Not to kill
But to have the prize of the night
Hypocrite
Wannabe friend
13th disciple who betrayed me for nothing!

Last dance, first kiss
Your touch my bliss
Beauty always comes with dark thoughts

I wish I had an angel
For one moment of love
I wish I had your angel
Your Virgin Mary undone
I`m in love with my lust
Burning angel wings to dust
I wish I had your angel tonight

I wish I had an angel.........
I wish I had an angel.........
I wish I had an angel.........
I wish I had an angel.........




WHERE IS MY MIND_PIXIES

Stop!
Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
You try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
And there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind X3

Way out in the water
See her swimmin'

I was swimmin' in the Carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rocks, yeah
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin' to talk to me to me to me

Where is my mind X4

Way out in the water
See her swimmin'

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself

Where is my mind X4

Way out in the water
See her swimmin'

Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh


FIVE YEARS_DAVID BOWIE

Pushing thru the market square,
so many mothers sighing
News had just come over,
we had five years left to cry in
News guy wept and told us,
earth was really dying
Cried so much his face was wet,
then I knew he was not lying
I heard telephones, opera house,
favourite melodies
I saw boys, toys
electric irons and t.v.s
My brain hurt like a warehouse,
it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things
to store everything in there
And all the fat-skinny people,
and all the tall-short people
And all the nobody people,
and all the somebody people
I never thought Id need
so many people

A girl my age went off her head,
hit some tiny children
If the black hadnt a-pulled her off,
I think she would have killed them
A soldier with a broken arm,
fixed his stare to the wheels of a cadillac
A cop knelt and kissed the feet of a priest,
and a queer threw up at the sight of that

I think I saw you in an ice-cream parlour,
drinking milk shakes cold and long
Smiling and waving and looking so fine,
dont think you knew you were in this song
And it was cold and it rained
so I felt like an actor
And I thought of ma
and I wanted to get back there
Your face, your race,
the way that you talk
I kiss you, youre beautiful,
I want you to walk

Weve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Weve got five years, what a surprise
Five years, stuck on my eyes
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Weve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Five years, what a surprise
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Weve got five years, what a surprise
Weve got five years, stuck on my eyes
Weve got five years, my brain hurts a lot
Five years, thats all weve got
Five years
Five years
Five years
Five years












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