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Uglavnom, na ove boxove lijevo (ovdje) mozete i klikati i sve ono... Fensy, samo za vas.... =)
damn...
Linkovi
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Nešto o meni...
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Nešto što nije o meni...
Da...

Hm...

Ovako, neću stavljati linkove do drugih blogova iz tih razloga što onda bude ono, što nisi stavio ovaj, pa onaj pa neki treći, pa ovo, pa ono, pa stavi sve koje posjećuješ, pa neću, pa zašto, pa ima ih puno, pa jel to problem, pa nije, pa što onda, pa ništa, jednostavno neću, pa dobro, ali onda bar napiši zašto nećeš, pa to sad i radim, pa dobro, ljudi imaju pravo znati, pa znam, evo sad će znati.

Uglavnom, nemojte misliti da vas ne volim što vas ovdje nema i što vas nikad neće biti...

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12.02.2007., ponedjeljak

whatever you do... don't drop the soap

isn't it ironic how you love someone, and it makes you so happy
so you start to enjoy life, notice all the things you used to miss...
turning it into something meaningful, making it a life worth living...
and then something happens... you still love, and you're still loved,
but it just doesn't matter...
and so you're left alone, sitting in your room with sparkled eyes and dried tears on your cheeks,
listening to the same song over and over again,
and in that moment you actually realize that you are alive
you wish so much to be dead just to feel some relief,
but you know you're alive because of the pain,
it's the pain that wakes you, and love that makes you fall asleep.
some people live in a dream. some people live in a nightmare.
I live awake.
no matter how hard I try to keep dreaming, I always wake up.
I always wake up alone...
- 22:50 - Komentiraj (1) - Link Posta
03.06.2006., subota

n45l0v:

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05.04.2006., srijeda

Untitled

It was a silent night. I was standing by a large tree; it was the place where we used to come often. Now it seems so deserted and so alone. And it is alone. I'm the only one here now. It is so alone.
I wiped away my tears and started to walk. I knew not where am I going and I cared not. I just wanted to leave, to walk, and not to think about her. But I thought about her all the time. She was in my every step, my every breath, and my every heartbeat. I felt like she was with me the whole time, but still I missed her so much. It teared me apart.
I wanted to join her, to do anything I could to be with her, even if it meant to kill myself. But I just couldn't do it. I knew that she would never want me to do that. It almost felt as if she was telling me not to do it. I could almost hear her. I wanted to hear her. I wanted her to whisper in my ear, to put her arms around me and to prove me that she is still here, alive. But I was just standing there, in the middle of the street - alone.
It was a warm night. It would be so much easier if it were raining. But this is not a movie, deaths are not that perfect in real life. Time does not flow that fast. And to me, time was standing still. I didn't care how many seconds or minutes or hours or days or even years had passed. I could stand there forever if only I knew she would eventually come. But she never came.
I knew that I have to keep moving. I knew that that's what she would want me to do. I knew it all. Oh how I wished that I didn't know anything, that I was just a statue, without my own feelings, without my own past and without my own future. But statues don't cry. And I was crying.
I was crying. And then the tears stopped. I looked around. There were people around me. Some looked at me, some didn't. Some laughed at me, some smiled with compassion. I wiped the remaining tears from my cheek, and I noticed my hand... It looked old. I looked at my other hand. It looked old too. I walked to a nearby fontain and looked down. My face... It looked old too. I was an old man now. I turned around and head back from where I came from, or at least from where I last remembered that I came from.
It was a sunny morning. When I got there, I could barely breathe. I guess I really was an old man now. The tree was still there. It looked so superior to me in every way. It could not move or talk or even look, but it was so peaceful and calm, and so proud and strong and who knows how many decades has it been here, and I was nothing compared to it. Just an old broken man, still mourning for it's loss. But had the tree ever loved? Does it know of the joy one feels when he falls in love, the feeling when nothing seems impissible. No, the feeling when nothing *is* impossible? Does it know of the pain one feels when he lose all that? Oh yes, that reminded me. I know that pain. I know it very well. Has it been so long that I forgot about it? It doesn't matter now, cause soon I will see her. I can feel it. I will see her again. But will she recognize me? I'm an old man now. Will she love me the way she did before? Will she love me at all?
It was a sunny morning when for the last time I closed my eyes.
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24.03.2006., petak

Izreke neke i to ono sve da to je bas cul

kažu da je najbolje započeti jutro sa seksom.
zato ja svako jutro jebem majku nekom sto se tako rano moram ustati.
- 00:21 - Komentiraj (22) - Link Posta
16.03.2006., četvrtak

ja mislim

ja mislim da je sve čudno. mislim ono, jedni ljudi su ti, drugi nisu...
ono, jedan dan se probudiš ovako, drugi onako,
rođendan ti je u srijedu, a danas je srijeda,
al tebi svejedno nije rođendan jer je danas neki drugi broj.
otkad je buš postao predsjednik svi smo sjebani.
najprije je platio 20 kanadera da poliju antartiku da se ne otopi
a oni umjesto antartiku zalili grenland.
a za to vrijeme kinezi razvijaju termo-dinamičko oružje koje pri dodiru s ljudskim tkivom se pretvori u rižu.
a fala bogu pa im riže treba... ono...
a dok se u australiji kupaju u kupaćim kostimima,
vatikan se zalaže da sve plaže postanu nudističke
i da se na svakoj napravi po nekoliko postolja za svećenike da mogu molit
i naravno ženama bi se ulaz naplaćivao jer su svi svećenici pederi, al to sad nije bitno
bitno je to da je naš novi papa bio Sith.
a naši kardinali se boje da im njemci ne preuzmu dostavu vina jer njemačko vino kao ne valja.
pa normalno da će francuzi zatvorit dostavu kad im rusija ne da žena.
rusi i šveđani su potpisali sporazum još prošle godine da neće dostavljat kurve u francusku
na što su francuzi, naravno, reagirali slanjem 200 000 jehovinih svjedoka u štokholm i moskvu.
i dok finci i norvežani planiraju investiciju od 8 milijardi eura u proizvodnju flomastera
austrija i slovenija zakupljuju zemlju u srbiji za izgradnju novih bandera.
tko će raditi? pa bosanci, svi znaju da oni najbolje sade bandere.
zašto? jer su jeftini.
zašto? jer je bosna isto u kurcu
otkad su hercegovci otišli u zagreb izgubili su milijune novca njihove valute koje su investirali u mobilne mreže.
zato sad kod nas mobilna industrija cvijeta.
ali čuo sam bio da su srbi dobili od italije ponudu da proizvode ferarije u srbiji jer ima jako puno prirodnih minerala i vitamina tamo u zemlji.
meni je sve to besmisleno jer sanader pokušava ući u tu europsku uniju, a tamo samo smrt
eno, kuga pokosila već dvojicu u zatvoru, ali oni to naravno skrivaju, kao umro je od tableta...
ma obavezno...
sljedeci na redu je onaj naš 'general' i nakon njega 'fidelcastro'.
e da - sjetih se - na kubi se diže neka revolucija pod vodstvom che-lo-a (u nominativu je Che-Lo)
ma ne znam sto da kazem... svijet se gubi...
- 22:24 - Komentiraj (8) - Link Posta
07.03.2006., utorak

nešt' v1.0

(telefon zvoni)
"Halo?"
"Halo, sine, ja sam."
"Tko?"
"Tvoj otac."
"Ja nemam oca."
"Pa imaš, evo me."
"Ali ti nisi moj otac."
"Kako nisam?"
"Pa nisi."
"Jesam."
"Nisi."
"Jesam."
"Nisi."
"Jesam."
"Nisi."
"Jesam."
"Nisi."
"Nisam."
"Pa nisi."
"Ali jesam."
"Pa sad si rekao da nisi."
"Ma htio sam te prevatiti da kažeš da jesam."
"Zašto bih rekao da jesi ako nisi?"
"Pa igra riječima..."
"Znači igraš se samnom?!"
"Ma ne..."
"Zašto si onda to napravio?"
"Ma htio sam samo..."
"Htio si me prevariti, zar ne?"
"Ne... Da... Ma nee..."
"Jesi!"
"Nisam!"
"Jesi!"
"Nisam!"
"Jesi!"
"Nisam!"
"Jesi!"
"Nisam!"
"Jesam!"
"Eto vidiš, priznaješ!"
"Ma nee!!!"
"Zašto si onda rekao da jesi?"
"Ma htio sam opet..."
"Opet se igraš samnom?! Tvrdiš da si mi otac, a ovako se igraš samnom. Želiš da to na prijevaru prihvatim!"
"Ma ne, sine..."
"Ne zovi me 'sine'!!!"
"Ali sine..."
"Rekao sam da me ne zoveš tako! Ti mi nisi otac."
"Ali jesam."
"Nisi!"
"Jesam!"
"Nisi!"
"Jesam!"
"Nisi!"
"Jesam!"
"Nisi!"
"Jesam!"
"Jesi!"
"Nisam!"
"Eto vidiš. Nisi."
"Ali jesam!"
"Zašto si onda rekao da nisi?"
"Pa prevario si me."
"Sad želiš mene okriviti za sve?"
"Ma ne..."
"Znaš što, mislim da mi pokušavaš nametnuti krivnju."
"Za što?"
"Za to što si mi otac."
"Znači... Priznaješ?"
"Što?"
"Pa da sam ti otac?"
"Pa sad si mi rekao da jesi. Znači nisi?"
"Ne, ne, jesam!"
"Stvarno?"
"Ne, evo, zovem te da ti kažem, mama tvoja me je nazvala i rekla je da je dobila nalaze iz bolnice. Ja ti nisam otac."
(zvuk prekida linije i poklapanja telefona)
- 10:34 - Komentiraj (7) - Link Posta
05.02.2006., nedjelja

Što želite biti kad odrastete?

svi smo mi još djeca... što želite biti kad odrastete i zašto?
- 11:23 - Komentiraj (10) - Link Posta
29.01.2006., nedjelja

ma šta ja znam koji naslov.. zajebi

mislim ono, ovo više nije u redu
svi pišu neke tu depresivne self-destructive poruke, postove, što več
mislim dajte ljudi pa jebovas ono
pogledajte samo politićare
šta njih briga kako je nama
a oni tamo desno neču ni spominjat
jebote svi tu nešt oče vene rezat
pa jebote šta sereš il se ubi il nemoj
nema tolerancije za polukamikaze
ili si full ćlan ili ne
i one gluposti što piši u onoj knjigi
ma daaaaj... sraaanja na veliko
pa ko je još vidio ič dužim putom kad imaš onaj tamo.... popularni
a svi žele biti popularni, naravno
pa ajmo, idemo se svi poklat pa da budemo na TV-u
jeeeejj... mama vidi me, to sam ja u onoj crnoj kesi tamo
a ono što nosi onaj ćiko s maskom mi je dio ruke... hehe
al ja sam popularan
de idemo svi postat amerika i ne znat vlastiti glavni grad
jebote ovi naši se toliko trude uč u evropu, a ujedno oče postat ko zapad
pa majku vam vašu kako ste glupi
PA ZAPAD NI NE ZNA GDJE JE EVROPA
de odlučite se več jednom kako želite da najebemo:
da se poubijamo sami tako da se pozapadnimo ili da umremo od gladi jer smo ušli u evropu
ma daaaaj...
pa ko se nebi htio ubit?!
pa jebote šta vi mislite da je ovo neka igra.
e pa nije!!!
i da ne zaboravim, prema izmišljenim statistikama,
105% stanovnika hrvacke su niži od 3 metra
pa sad vi mislite... tko je u bedu a tko nije
a one spike tipa: ima jedna duga cesta
ne želim ni ćuti
citiram jedog ćovjeka inaće meni drage osobe:
Svi smo mi ljudi, nitko nije od plastike!

misli mda to dovoljno govori o svemu
- 18:51 - Komentiraj (8) - Link Posta
20.01.2006., petak

skr. je skr. za skr.

da
- 20:07 - Komentiraj (5) - Link Posta
06.01.2006., petak

Joj

pa zaboravih da imam blog....
aaaahahahah!!!!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
moram počet šešće pisati opet...
- 17:33 - Komentiraj (5) - Link Posta

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