Jedna od stvari kaj najviše mrzim je ta da mrzim kad se moram u pol 4 u jutro dić i ić na zahod. A ono, neda mi se. Ili tak lijepo njonjam, il je plahta preteška, il sam se tak lijepo uguzil i namjestil, da mi se fakat neda dić. Al moram ić, jer bubrezi sam kaj nisu explodirali od uzbuđenja.
I onda onak pospan doteturam do zahoda, pol tog popišam okolo (po dasci, po podu, po kvaki,...).
I vratim se u krevet, i nemrem zaspat! To je taj najgori dio. I kad se nakon 40 minutnog koprcanja po krevetu i hrvanja s jastukom (ja pobijedio!), uspijem nekak uguzit da zaspim, kad ono čim zaspem, počne zvonit alarm/budilica na mobaču.
I tak došlepam se do kuhinje, natočim si kavu, i opet pol tog pošpricam oko šalice (po sudoperu, po podu, po kvaki,...).
A kad ono, kao slučajno, drito u kuhinju uleti stara. Da ti bog mater, kaj sam ja to rodila!!!...
I kad se smirila, mi je naredila da sad lijepo obrišem tu svinjariju koju sam zakuhal. I tak ti ja uzmem neku viledu ispod sudopera, i baš kad je tata počeo ribat pod, čujem iza leđa...da ti bog mater!!!...jel se tak briše pod...daj sim tu viledu, i gledaj...sad ću te naučit kak se briše pod, jednom zauvijek...
A ja ono, what a fuck?!, al u svakom slučaju bolje nek radi po svojem, onda si bumo bar oboje sačuvali par živaca (iliti, par minuta života).
I baš kad mislim da se stara smirila, da se mogu onda i ja, a ono stari iz kupaone viče ko mutav, da ga pol kvarta čuje, da di su njegove gaće. I kak se stara turbo digla da ode po gaće za princa, trknula me po laktu, a ja sa svojim refleksima mungosa, i brzinom mačke, sam (opet) prolil kavu (al sad po stolu i stolcima)...
...baj d vej, ful me živcira ova promjena blog.hr, nemrem nać stare postove, i nemrem na neke adrese ostavljat komentare (npr. nemrem poslat Zoe komentar kak sexy izgleda, i nekim blogerima,...)...
I tak mi je završil godišnji. Počeo sam učit. Imam samo večer slobodnu. Bemti!
Opet je počela ova debilna vrućina, opet mi se znoje pazuhovi i gležnjevi čim samo pomislim izać na balkon. To nije baš pristojno. Ne, ne. No ako gledam to s pozitivne strane, zima je svaki dan sve bliže, i bliže. Sve u svemu smatram da mi je ovo ljeto bilo ockej. Baš onak, nekak fensi.
I tak ti ja sad pišem ovaj post, jerbo gladne oči čekaju u išćekivanju očekivanog teksta.
I tak ti ja sad ne znam kaj bi još napisal, dekoncentrira me "Blood Brothers" od Iron Maidena koja svira u bekstejđu.
I tak sam ti šnjofajući po jubitou našao neku fora verziju meni osobno fora pjesmice "500 miles" od Škota The Proclaimers, koja se nalazi na dnu posta. A posvećujem ju jednoj curički, a neću ju imenovat iz razloga da bude zanimljivije i dinamičnije, i sexy. Ja inače nisam emotivan, pa kad me uhvati neka zatelebanost, traje uglavnom oko par sati. Tak da sutra bum se sigurno grizel kaj nisam stavil "Fields of Athenry".
I tak sam ti ja načuo da u route u nedjelju dolaze dva lika iz The Dublinersa, pa reko ajde da se tata pojavi, kaj će reć moji fanovi ako se njihova super duper zvijezda ne pojavi.
I to vam je bio još jedan od brojnih intelektualnih postova koje sam objavio. Ovaj čak nije bio cenzuriran uopšte.
Ne sviđa mi se ovaj godišnji. A razlog zakaj mi se ne sviđa je taj da mi se sviđa. Sve kaj je ljepo brzo završi. Čak par puta poželim da mi je ovo najdosadnije ljeto, pa bi trajalo duplo duže. Trta me ić spavat, jer kad se probudim jedan sam dan bliže tome da moram počet učit za tri preostala ispita u rujnu.
Nikad zadovoljan.
A već mi ovo pisanje ide na kurac, neda mi se pisat više. A nemam baš ni puno kaj pisat u ovaj svoj net dnevnik. Skoro svaki dan na pivkanu u routeu, pokušavam oborit vlastiti rekord u nebrijanju brade (rekord mi je 6 dana, al pošto sam extra dlakav, kao što je i svaki pošten sisavac, to kod mene izraste ko pravi najdlakaviji muf, pa već nakon 4 dana jebeno bode i pika)...
Kaj da vam još pišem? O vremenu? Vrijeme je prejebeno: od 22 °C do 28°C, povremeno kiša, nije vruće, sve baš onak kak tata volji.
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Imam neki filing ko da sam naporan. Kad idem s nekim na pivu u 99,46% slučajeva ja sam taj koji zove (bar ovaj zadnji tjedan). Ma valjda si to moj super duper sexy mozak sam zamišlja, kaj ne?
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I tak vas ostavljam s ovom fensi pjesmicom "Sally MacLennane" od Irčeka The Pogues (nisu mi baš nekaj, osim ove pjesme).
Ovaj moj godišnji ima dvije strane lica: jednu dobru i, ofkors, jednu lošu. Ova dobra je da sam totalka sam doma. Pa, buraz, to ni Turska ni vidla! Drito sam; ko onaj mali kepec iz onog filmića "Sam u kući", sam kaj mene ne napadaju nikakvi lopovi (bar kolko ja znam). Spavam kad hoću, do kad hoću, i kolko hoću; jedem isto tim redom; ma, tata sve radi tim redom. Jebenica.
Al druga stvar je malo tužna. Svima je sad godišnji, pa niš ne radi: Route 66, Pinta,... A nije baš i da puno ljudi ima u Zagrebu. Pa sam stavil spot na kraju posta, koji drito opisuje ovu drugu stranu mog godišnjeg.
No, da se vratim analizi ovog tjedna: Gledal Simpsone!! Ma jeben film. Al onaj oriđiđi. Nemojte ić gledat sinkronizaciju, nije to to. Al film se mora ić pogledat. Jedina mana cijele predstave, je kaj traje samo 90 minuta.
I tak, više vam nemam kaj pametno za reć; pa bum u sljedećim rečenicama baljezgal neke gluposti. Pitate me zakaj samo subotom pišem postove? Zato kaj je cijela moja individualnost građena takva. Volim radit stvari na način koji bi ljudi znali poistovijetit samnom. Ić u određene birtije, slušat određenu muziku, oblačit određenu obleku, gledat određene serije, čitat određene žanrove, pušit york cigaretline,...
I tak sad svi znate kak to ide s menom: ko me se zaželi znat će da subotom pišem postove; da sam često u routeu na pivi, znat će kaj se sluša kad se vozi u autu s tatom,... Ukratko, nisam nepredvidljiv, zna se kaj toni voli, a kaj ne. Jednostavno, znate rukovat samnom.
I sad ekipa koja čita ovo brije: kak kul lik, ja baš volim one koji imaju principe. Ekipa koja me pozna će reć: on je fora, njega bar nije u gradu teško nać, uvijek znaš di bi trebao bit. A oni koji me znaju, budu rekli: čuj debila, opet ista obleka, se on pere uopće?, opet je u onom bircu. A starci kažu:.................................
I tak sad valjda znate zakaj pišem subotom postove.
A niš onda, se čitamo u subotu.
Pozdraf!!
Ovo je blog jednog prosječnog studenta ("visok, zgodan, plav", i lep u pičku materinu), koji je bezobrazno zgodan, uberseksualac (nema veze sa seksom), idealist, agnostik, eko-socijalist, indigo dijetete, antikapitalist, antihadezeovac, povremeni mizantrop, dislektičar, disflavičar, veseli pesimist, koji sluša rock, voli pročitat neki fantasy romančić, i voli "inteligentan" humor.
Pa kažem:
"...nije sve tak sivo, kad imaš s nekim otić na pivo..."
"Rock Against Fascism!!!!"
Svaka podudaranost sa stvarnim događajima je potpuno slučajna. Viđenja i mišljenja ove individue se ne mogu poistovijetiti sa viđenjima i mišljenjima uredništva blog.hr-a.
Prilikom stvaranja ovog bloga niti jedna životinja nije fizički zlostavljana.
Moj vjerni kompanjon, Dragan (čitaj Draža), koji je uvijek za akciju, kaže:
"Ma sve su to pizdarije."
Rock`n`Roll, sociologija, pivo, roštiljade, Route 66, Pinta, Lord of the Rings, Monthy Python, R.A. Salvatore, George R.R. Martin, Pervan, motori, rock koncerti, drijemanje, Homer Simpson, Crna Guja, celtic rock,...
Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator
Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun
I'm only
Looking for fun
"Stairway To Heaven" (Led Zeppelin)
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
"You Shook Me All Night Long" (AC/DC)
She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes telling me no lies
Knocking me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
I'm working double time on the seduction line
She's one of a kind she's just mine all mine
Wanted no applause it's just another course
Made a meal outta me
And come back for more
Had to cool me down to take another round
Now I'm back in the ring to take another swing
Cause the walls were shaking the earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
Knocked me out I said you
Shook me all night long
You had me shaking and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
When you took me
You really took me and you
Shook me all night long
You shook me all night long
Yeah, yeah, you shook me all night long
You really got me and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Yeah you shook me
All night long
"My Head's In Mississippi" (ZZ Top)
I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
But my head's in Mississippi.
I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
But my head's in Mississippi.
The blues has got a hold of me.
I believe I'm gettin' dizzy. (Spoken: Help me now.)
I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
Lord, I thought I was in Heaven.
I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
I thought I was in Heaven.
But I was stumblin' thru the parking lot
Of an invisible seven eleven. (Spoken: What was I doin out there?)
Where's my head baby?
Somewhere in Mississippi.
Last night I saw a cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
And last night I saw a naked cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
She was mumblin to some howlin' wolf
About some voodoo healin'. (Spoken: Mmm Baby.)
"The Rocky Road To Dublin (Traditional)" (Dropkick Murphys)
In the merry month of June, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted me father dear, Kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, go rattling o'er the bogs,
Frightening all the dogs, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next morning bright and early,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinking,
That's the Paddy's cure, When he's on the drinking.
See the lassies smile, Laughing all the while,
At me darling style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubbling.
Asked me was I hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Decided to take a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, When I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon me stick a wobbling.
Enquiring for a rogue, They said me Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
From there I got away, Me spirits never failing
Landed on the quay just as the ship was sailing;
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
then I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubbling,
When off to Holyhead, Wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called meself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losing,
Poor old Erin's isle They began abusing,
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, Let the shillelagh fly;
Some Galway boys were nigh, Saw I was a hobbling,
With a loud hurray, They joined me in the fray.
Soon we cleared the way, O'er the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
One, two, three, four, five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road and all the way to Dublin, whack-fol-la-de-da!
"Loch Lomond" (The Real McKenzies)
O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie shore
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'
Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side o Ben Lomond
Where in deep purple hue, the hieland hills we view
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
But the broken heart, we'll never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond
"I`m Free" (The Rolling Stones)
I'm free to do what I want any old time
I'm free to do what I want any old time
So love me hold me love me hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want
I'm free to sing my song knowing it's out of trend
I'm free to sing my song knowing it's out of trend
So love me hold me love me hold me
'Cause I'm free any olf time to get what I want
So love me hold me love me hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want
I'm free to choose who I see any old time
I'm free to bring who I choose any old time
Love me hold me love me hold me
I'm free any old time to get what I want
"Deuce" (KISS)
Get up
And get your grandma outta here
Pick up
Old Jim is workin' hard this year
And baby
Do the things he says to do
Baby, if you're feeling good
And baby if you're feeling nice
You know your man is workin' hard
He's worth a deuce
Honey
Don't put your man behind his years
And baby
Stop cryin' all your tears
Baby
Do the things he says to do
Do it
Baby, if you're feeling good
And baby if you're feeling nice
You know your man is workin' hard
He's worth a deuce
And baby, if you're feeling good
Yes baby if you're feeling nice
You know your man is workin' hard
Yeah
"Children Of The Night" (Whitesnake)
I'm getting ready
I'm in the mood to fool around
It's time for action
Now the boys are back intown
So turn up the music
Make it loud and proud
Let's see reaction
Let the spotlite hit the crowd
Don't hide what you feel inside
Don't let anybody stand in your way
Just let the music take you higher
Now are you ready to rock
Children of the Night
Are you ready to roll
Children of the Night
You got the power
I feel your fire in my soul
You got the fever
Cos you were born to rock an' roll
Don't run for cover
I'm gonna show you what I've learned
Just come a little closer
Come on an' get your fingers burned
Don't hide what you feel inside
Don't let anybody stand in your way
Just let the music take you higher
Now are you ready to rock
Are you ready to roll
Are you ready to rock
Now are you ready to rock
Children of the Night
Are you ready to roll
Children of the Night
I'm getting ready
I'm in the mood to fool around
It's time for action
Cos' now the boys are back in town
Don't hide what you feel inside
Don't let anybody stand in your way
Just let the music take you higher
Now are you ready to rock
Children of the Night
Are you ready to roll
Children of the Night
