petak, 14.11.2008.

Nevermore to feel the pain ...the heart collector sang and I won't be feeling hollow for so long

Strange fruit


Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.


ja se nadam da ljudi kuže ovu pjesmu.. u prenesenom je značenju.
strašno je tužna, a još je tužnije što se to i dešavalo :(





pogledajte



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utorak, 11.11.2008.

Down where I am

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Isn't it great to see how life begins ?

Things may change, let the joy begin

Can you hear this new life crying

Breed it out, it will be worth it

Show me your newborn smile



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(Please tell me why)

I don't wanna hold you

(Please tell me why)

I don't wanna see you

'Cause even your smile hurts

Oh it hurts like hell



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volje sam čudne danas...
ne znam šta mi je rofl
možda me ova prva smjena ubi..
prenaporno mi je to..
al zato u petak fino van party
nisam dosta dugo bila
valjd će bit dobro
=)



pozdravljam vas malobrojne koji čitate lud















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srijeda, 05.11.2008.

opet

povijest...
eh... kojeg sam vraga učila ako sam zaboravila kad su ubili jebenog kneza Bornu zubo
kak sam to mogla zaboravit...
uglavnom...
moram dobit makar 2..
u protivnom ...ne znam XD ubit ću se ?... jea rajt...

Jučer mi je otac bio na informacijama i razgovarao s razrednicom u vezi problema koji imam kad trebam odgovarat eek ,
ona je to skroz drukčije protumačila... reć će to svim profesorima... iss...
kad nitko to ne kuži... cry
a jebe mi se....
učit ću za 5, dobit ću 3 jer će profesori reć da ne djelujem sigurno nono


već duuugo nisam vani bila..
ono za helovin ne smatram izlaskom...
bila sam 1 sat vani XD smijeh

kad društvo nije bilo raspoloženo...
valjda..
neki..
štajaznam... eek

a u derbiju tako ljepo bilooo juuuj,
puno ljuuudi njami

reko mi je ćaća da će popizdit ako još jednom spomenem samojeda smijeh
a nekad me hvataju manije za nekim stvarima (ili bićima)
s tim da ove što se tiču pasa duže traju XD
moji mali mede juuuj cerek

i et..

pa pa wave


kiss





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subota, 01.11.2008.

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Imala sam davno blog.. Pisala sam svašta , i pametno i glupo .
Sad mi je čudno pisati nešto, osjećam se starije i ozbiljnije nego tad hehe XD .
Trenutno mi pada na pamet da si kosu počupam
strašno sam bijesna
na sve
na glupe ljude koji imaju predrasude
na osobe koje ne shvaćaju nešto tako očito.
Žao mi je svega, prvenstveno sebe, jer dopuštam da mi drugi ljudi maltene upravljaju životom.
Ne želim se svađati s budalama ... eek
Zašto na ovom svijetu postoje osobe koje tako jako mrzim?
Mrzim ih toliko jako da mislim ako nastave s tim ponašanjem da bi ih ubit mogla.
Ne čine konkretno meni ništa nažao, ali tako se odvratno ponašaju
tako odvratno pričaju
odvratan ton imaju..
ah.
mislim na jednu osobu XD
uglavnom...
bolje da prestanem pisati sad zujo
pozdravljam vas

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nedjelja, 05.10.2008.

I wrote this novel just for you, It sounds pretentious but it's true, I wrote this novel just for you, that's why it's vulgar ...that's way it's blue

Come, my love, and take the wings of night

To catch the sprinkled stars along thy flight.

The high road,

The blood road,

From the world's beginning.

Come ride the wind with me

Until the stars are dimming.












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From my room I hear
The wind blow
Strings from icy harp
Filling the dark


blogovi:
Ivana >.<


slušam:
after forever,
alice in chains,
all shall perish,
altaria,
amon amarth,
amorphis,
anathema,
as I lay dying,
avantasia,
black sabbath,
cannibal corpse,
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hypocrisy,
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slayer,
the sins of thy beloved


obožavam ovu pjesmu cerek

Annabel Lee


It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.







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