No one know how to say That they're sorry and don't worry

28.06.2006., srijeda

inside my head

Prije nego san pocela pisati post,napisala san jedan drugi I taj san pisala dva puta….napisen ga ,stavin sliku I onda mi se nesto ugasi……popizdila san….to je I razlog zasto san odustala taj dan objaviti post,al evo sad ipak idem….al namjera mi je druga….necu taj post….mozda drugi put…a sad jednostavno zelin se ispuhati,mozda nije to dobro ciniti I to pogotovo na netu…al uvatilo me malo onog previse mozganja o nekim stvarima…I sori onima kojima nisan dugo posjetila blog….nemam vremena…radim…..umorna san…al ne previse….ne zbog posla,zbog razmisljanja….ne pisem u trecem licu….sad se mogu I ovako izraziti….promjenila san se…pusin vise hahahahhaha………uglavnom polako mi se cini, I zapravo nadam se da ce netko ovo I komentirati, kao da nema smisla biti dobar…jer svejdno najebes….jer samo je mala sitnica dovoljna da pokvari sve ono sta si bio u tudim ocima……ljudi su povrsni I bezobzirni…..brinu se zbog sitinica…I to je ono sta me ljuti…..iz gluposti stvaraju velike stvari neznajuci da su zapravo sretni sto nije to velika stvar….zagorcavaju si zivot….nevidim smisao skoli…..ne vise….znam da je dobra za nase obrazovanje….al ne govori nam o zivotu…ne uce nas kako prezivjeti u ovom svijetu….kako se snaci I kako uspjeti…..upozoravaju nas samo na nas same….da sebe unistavamo….zapravo ne unistavamo mi sebe odrasli nas unistavaju…..bude u nama ono sto nismo…nasu malu….malenu zlu polovicu….tjeraju nas da postupamo onako kako ne bi…..jer misle da nista ne znamo……stvar je u tome sto oni ne znaju…..ili se prave slijepi……oni ne znaju sta nam treba……treba nam mir I malo slobode….nije previse al je dosta…….trebaju pustiti stvari da idu svojim tokom….pustit da zivimo….jer inace umiremo…..neznan sta me puklo al eto…..trazim neciji dobar savjet ili komentar ili nesto sto ceme natjerati da povjerujem da treba biti dobar,da se isplati jer ja unatoc svemu sve manje vjerujem u to,I sramim se toga,jer naucena sam kao djete da trebamo biti dobri,da dobri idu u raj……….to jos uvijek znam….al sada,ovdje….bilogdje mi se cini da jednostavno nitko ne cijeni sto si dobar,svi gledaju tvoje lose strane….i toliko ih povecavaju I isticu….da sam vjerujes u to…u to da si zao I pokvaren,sebican…..i pocnes cinit ono sto u pocetku nisi htio….al shvatis jednio se to isplati….jedino tako mozes dobiti sto zelis…………………..nadam se postoji ovdje netko tko ovako ne misli I tko jos vjeruje da se isplati biti dobar………………..

A eto previse razmisljanja,I puno gluposti se naslo vamo,malo razbacano a ko shvati,shvati….svejedno pozdravljam sve,I iman jos nade….al se smanjiva….i ljudi aj povecaj te je:)

- 23:55 - Komentari (11) - Isprintaj - #

05.06.2006., ponedjeljak

I WANT TO KNOW WHAT LOVE IS......

Čuje se zvono na vratima,nitko ne otvara,ponovo zvono al odgovora nema.Očito nema nikoga,prisiljena je izvaditi ključeve sa dna svoje školske torbe.Ulazi I lupne vratima.Ulazi u sobu I baca torbu na pod,na hrpu s ostalima stvarima.Soba je razbacana,nije uvijek bila takva ,kao da je vise nije briga,ne mari za onom naruknicom koju joj je dala prijateljica,jednom…..dok je jos bila nasmijana…a sad lezi ispod časopisa koje više ne čita,ispod sloja prašine koja se dugo nije brisala.Prozor nije skroz otvoren,već samo napola tako da ispušta samo mali snop svjetlosti,I baš taj snop svjetlosti osvjetljava ono za čim ona poseže……..laptop…pali ga I čuje se kako se budi iz kratkog sna,još je vruć od prošlog puta kada je bila za njim……raspali muziku I uživa,tipka vrlo brzo I smije se,netko joj je nešto napisao,sretna je…………dugo sjedi dok vrijeme brzo prolazi,zabavno joj je,razgovara s drugim ljudima,priča im o sebi…pokušala je nagovorit oca da joj kupi kameru,ali nije uspjela……neumorno tipka vec satima,odavno se nije smijala,I upravo se smije….poznaje dosta ljudi preko intreneta,ali nikoga ne zna osobno..Onu činjenicu da možda netko laže potisnula je duboko u svojoj glavi…..povjerava im se,a ono što ne zna je da se povjerava zapravo uređaju,da joj uređaj odgovara,iako je s druge strane druga osoba,ne vidi mu izraz lica dok govri tj.piše….možda se pokvareno smije dok joj piše slatke stvari,al možda je I dobar….ona nezna što je od toga,ona ga zamišlja onakvim kakvog želi I zadovoljna je time….sestra joj ulazi u sobu,al ne javlja joj se….ne komuniciraju vec duže vrijeme,kao da su neznanci.Ona ima svoj laptop I muziku I to joj je dosta.U dnevni boravak ne ide često,dosadno joj je…..al nije svjesna da je polako zaboravila kako je pričati s drugima,smijati se I čuti osmijeh drugih….polako se zatvarala u sebe,nije isla vani,ni na kave s prijateljima…..postala je vuk samotnjak ali sa laptopom.Nije uvijek bila ovakva,ovo je bilo slučajno,bezazleno je počelo,prije je laptop bio u prašini,jer nije ga koristila a sad…..znatiželja je ponekad dobra ali ne uvijek.Kad ga je prvi put upalila nakon dugogodišnjeg zimskog sna,otišla je na internet,nije voljela igrice pa joj je internet postala zanimacija u slobodno vrijeme…išla je na razne stranice,forume o glazbi gdje se upoznavala s drugima…..svidjelo joj se,inače nije se znala dobro izražavati I ponekad se ustručavala reći svoje mišljenje tako je ovo bilo puno lakše….puno jednostavnije,samo klikneš jednu tipku,ne rumeniš se I ne znoje ti se dlanovi….tako je I upoznala njega,vrlo sličnog sebi,razgovarali su satima,I nabijala je roditeljima račun…sve je bilo dobro,sama u svome svijetu,u svijetu sreće….možda se bojala da je stvarni svijet ne povrijedi,pa je nastavila s njim razgovarati….nije znala da kraj njega prolazi svaki dan…..a da ga ne primjećuje…..polako se u njoj budila želja da ga upozna,zanimalo ju je kako uzgleda,kako izgleda osoba u koju se zaljubila preko poruka….dogovorili su se I našli,shvatili su da se poznaju…iznenadila se,nije njega očekivala….bilo joj je čudno,al kad su počeli razgovarati,uvidjela je da je to on,I da je govorio istinu,al moglo je biti puno drugacije,valjda je imala sreće…..nije više visila toliko na internetu,jer puno je drugačije s nekim se smijati I pričati u živo….ljudi su drštvena bića….nisu rođeni da budu sami nego da se druže….kompjuter može zamjeniti rijeći ali ne I osjećaje…….
- 12:45 - Komentari (16) - Isprintaj - #

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Nightrain

Loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time tonight
Well I'm a west coast struttin'
One bad mother
Got a rattlesnake suitcase
Under my arm
Said I'm a mean machine
Been drinkin' gasoline
And honey you can make my motor hum
I got one chance left
In a nine live cat
I got a dog eat dog sly smile
I got a Molotov cocktail
With a match to go
I smoke my cigarette with style
An I can tell you honey
You can make my money tonight

Wake up late
Honey put on your clothes
Take your credit card
to the liquor store
That's one for you and
two for me by tonight
I'll be loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Feelin' like a space brain
One more time tonight

I'm on the nightrain
Bottoms up
I'm on the nightrain
Fill my cup
I'm on the nightrain
Ready to crash and burn
I never learn
I'm on the nightrain
I love that stuff
I'm on the nightrain
I can never get enough
I'm on the nightrain
Never to return-no

Loaded like a freight train
Flyin' like an aeroplane
Speedin' like a space brain
One more time tonight
I'm on the nightrain
And I'm lookin' for some
I'm on the nightrain
So's I can leave this slum
I'm on the nightrain
And I'm ready to crash and burn
Nightrain
Bottoms up
I'm on the nightrain
Fill my cup
I'm on the nightrain

Whoa yeah
I'm on the nightrain
Love that stuff
I'm on the nightrain
An I can never get enough
Ridin' the nightrain
I guess I
I guess, I guess, I guess
I never learn

On the nightrain
Float me home
Ooh I'm on the nightrain
Ridin' the nightrain
Never to return
Nightrain

Sweet Child O' Mine

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

Paradise City

Just a' urchin
livin' under the street
I'm a hard case
that's tough to beat
I'm your charity case
So buy me somethin' to eat
I'll pay you at another time
Take it to the end of the line

Ragz to richez or so they say
Ya gotta-keep pushin'
for the fortune and fame
It's all a gamble
When it's just a game
Ya treat it like a capital crime
Everybody's doin' their time

Chorus:

Take me down
To the paradise city
Where the grass is green
And the girls are pretty
Take me home

Strapped in the chair
of the city's gas chamber
Why I'm here I can't quite remember
The surgeon general says
it's hazardous to breathe
I'd have another cigarette
but I can't see
Tell me who you're gonna believe

Chorus

So far away
So far away
So far away
So far away

Captain America's been torn apart
Now he's a court jester
with a broken heart
He said-
Turn me around and
take me back to the start
I must be losin' my mind-
"Are you blind?"
I've seen it all a million times

Chorus


Welcome to the jungle


Welcome to the jungle
We've got fun 'n' games
We got everything you want
Honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey
We got your disease

CHORUS:

In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed

Welcome to the jungle
We take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed
But it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl
That's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights
But you won't get them for free
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream

Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here everyday
Ya learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me

CHORUS

And when you're high you never
Ever want to come down, YEAH!

You know where you are
You're in the jungle baby
You're gonna die
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
It' gonna bring you down-HA!

skid row -18 and life

Ricky was a young boy, He had a heart of stone.
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone.
Just barely got out of school, came from the edge of town.
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down.
He had no money, oooh no good at home.
He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone
And now it's

18 and life You got it
18 and life you know
Your crime is time and it's
18 and life to go
(repeat above)

Tequila in his heartbeat, His veins burned gasoline.
It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean.
They say he loved adventure, "Ricky's the wild one."
He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun.
Bang Bang Shoot 'em up, The party never ends.
You can't think of dying when the bottle's your best friend
And now it's

chorus

"Accidents will happen" they all heard Ricky say
He fired his six-shot to the wind that blew a child away.

chorus

Civil War

"What we've got here is failure to
communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *

Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars


D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land

And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war

Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars


"WE PRACTICE SELECTIVE ANNIHILATION OF MAYORS AND GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS
FOR EXAMPLE TO CREATE A VACUUM
THEN WE FILL THAT VACUUM
AS POPULAR WAR ADVANCES
PEACE IS CLOSER" **

I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war

I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway