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pocetak ovog sjebanog posta... 
heh... tak je to kad cekas profu iz hrv (
) da se pojavi i sjedis sam u kutu razreda te gledas naokolo kak se svi zajeb i kak im je super 
.. piljis u prazno, eventualno ti neka mutava muha doleti i zabije se u glavu. 
.. ili ti zavibrira mob i dobijes poruku od nekog voljenog i dragog. 
. . no, to se rijetki trenuci srece i nekog dobrog osjecaja... bas je jadno kad u skoli pises post.. mutavo.. al.. kaj ces.. bas sam si sjebala cijeli zivot.. prvi veliki promasaj u mom zivotu bio je kad sam upisala ovu skolu.. od onda je sve krenulo naopako.. pa onda jedinice.. sve me stegne i najradje bi pukla, samo kad se sjetim.. kolko se sranja dogadja.. mozda ce, barem se nadam, jednog dana biti bolje.. milijun gluposti mi proleti glavom u jednoj jebenoj sekundi.. tak mi je u glavi sve.. sivo.. ne, CRNO!!! ugl, mutno.. bas cudno. tolko se toga promijenilo.. bas se nekad sjetim kak je prije bilo.. dok sam poslije skole s anom lunjala po dubravi i dok smo se na $evoj druzile s ˝tetom˝. kak se vec dugo nismo vidle.. ah.. a tek one zajebancije s zunom.. ajoj.. kak je to bilo dobro.. bas mi je jucer moja ljubaf reko kak ce ova godina biti drugacija.. na pitanje kak drugacija, odgovorio je ˝bolja˝. meni ce sve biti (makar vec dugo je) jos sjebanije; vecinom zbog skole. promatram malo druge u razredu i svi izgledaju koda ih bas boli *urac za sve sulje i te gluposti.. koda je jedino meni sve to grozno.. bas retardirano.. tak se odbaceno osjecam i iz dana u dan mi je sve vise jasno da mi nije bilo mjesto u ovoj skoli.. ne znam kaj mi je bilo kad sam se isla upisat u tu mutavu skolu.. bas sam.. uf.. jedno jedino dobro kaj mi se dogadja u zivotu je to kaj iam svojeg Dinu 
.. i zbilja ne znam kaj bi da neam njega.. nesto toliko savrseno, drago, dobro i jos k tome da te voli tolko da mozes osjetiti tu ljubav.. nemoguce opisati.. tolko mi to pomaze.. u svemu.. obozavam svaki trenutak proveden s njim.. svaku nasu malu i veliku pusu.. a kolko tek volim dok.. bejbe. 
. haha! no, mozda bolje da ne pricam o.. tom.. moj mawi je meni svee i necem nikad ostat bez njega!!! vojim te puno sjce moje =)
I've looked into the heart of darkness
Where the blood-red journey ends
When you've faced the heart of darkness
Even your soul begins to bend
For a week I have been wating
Still I am only in Saigon
The walls move in a little closer
I feel the jungle call me on
Every minute I get weaker
While in the jungle they grow strong
What I wanted was a mission
And for my sins they gave me one
They brought it up just like room service
'Cause everyone gets what they want
And when that mission was all over
I'd never want another one
Ooooh!
I know, captain,
That you've done this work before
We've got a problem
You can help us all I'm sure
The colonel's gone rogue
And his methods are unsound
You'll take a PBR up river track him down
There's a conflict in every human heart
And the temptation is to take it all to far
In this war things get so confused
But there are some things
Which cannot be excused
He's acting like a God - an insane lunatic
Your mission - exterminate
With extreme prejudice
The route is dangerous
And your progress may be slow
Here is the file and it's all you need to know
Oooh! Oooh!
Here I am the knife in my hand
And now I understand why the genius must die
Now I stand alone in the darkness
With his blood upon my hands
Where sat the warrior the poet
Now lie the fragments of a man
I've looked into the heart of darkness
Where the blood-red journey ends
When you've faced the heart of darkness
Even your soul begins to bend
Post je objavljen 20.03.2008. u 17:28 sati.