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CHILDREN OF BODOM
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NEVERMORE
Iron Maiden(sitno)
DEFTONES
U2
RHCP
Lenny Kravitz
COLDPLAY
Hladno pivo
AZRA
Nirvana
BLIND GUARDIAN
Sonata Arctica

Dobri su mi još:
PASI
Gunsi
PLACEBO
Father

I narafno:
BALAŠEVIĆ ;)

A u zadnje vrijeme se sluša i:
Sirenia
ICED EARTH
Amon Amarth

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Lady Goth
Ambivalent
Kolega Ivan
Kolegica Enio
Ri-rockerica
Inflamirani
Princess Nairi
Kombajn
Sotona
Black Diamond
Something wild
Robi
Psihodelije
Slon
Manwe
Ja sam lud
WTF!?!?


...spent some quality time with the demon of mine
He said:"I like the way you struggle,but you know I'm gonna win
Spent some quality time with my borrowed smile
The gleam is replaced,rip me open and erase me...



ICED EARTH

Watching Over Me

I had a friend many years ago
One tragic night he died
The saddest time of my life
For weeks and weeks I cried
Through the anger and through the tears
I've felt his spirit through the years
I'd swear, He's watching me
Guiding me through hard times

I feel it once again
It's overwhelming me
His spirit's like the wind
The angel guarding me
Oh, I know, oh, I know
He's watching over me
Oh, I know, oh, I know
He's watching over me

We shared dreams like all best friends
Blood brothers at the age of ten
We lived reckless, he paid the price
But why? Why did he have to die?
It still hurts me to this day
Am I selfish for feeling this way?
I know he's an angel now
Together we'll be someday

I feel it once again
It's overwhelming me
His spirit's like the wind
The angel guarding me
Oh, I know, oh, I know
He's watching over me
Oh, I know, oh, I know
He's watching over me



SONATA ARCTICA

Sing In Silence

You were daddy's girl nice and sweet
Never in trouble mommy's honey
Little child who just couldn't see
The pressure from her so called friends
Was simply too much

The monkey slowly climbed on her back
Offering an aid for her pain
Giving love and care
No-one cared, no-one cared...

Fragile like a rose on the snow
Eating all your strength and your money
Living in the shade day and night
Never letting sunshine in your eyes like before

Cannot shake the monkey off your back
Did I see a spark on your eye
Was it just the last light of hope
That died, hope that died

"Forgive me, Father, my daily sin..."

How can I forgive you, never leave you
You know that if you live like, you will die like
Haven of Emotion, Mournful Ocean
Heiress of the Evening Sings in silence
"I need to have now, my daily sin..."

For all your life I prayed for time
To show you where the light lies
Now this is the end
One rose for the memory of the innosence...

"I know, my Father, I cannot win..."

Never will forgive you, never leave you
You know that if you live like, you will die like
How can I erase your pain and aid you
When Death wants to kiss you and you want kiss Him back...



ALICE COOPER

Poison

Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin'thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no
Runnin'deep inside my veins, Burnin'deep inside my veins
It's poison I don't want to break these chains


SONATA ARCTICA

Replica

I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind
your door. I tried so hard to obey the law, see the
meaning of it all. Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived next door. Long ago...

As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of
what I used to be. It's easier if you don't see me
standing on my own two feet. I'm taller when I sit
here still, you ask are all my dreams fulfilled.
They made me a heart of steal, the kind them bullets
cannot see

Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...

The light is green, my slate is clean, new life to fill
the hole in me. I had no name, last December, Christmas
Eve I can't remember. I was in a constant pain, I saw
your shadow in a rain. I painted all your pigeons red,
I wish I had stayed home instead.

Are you gonna leave me now, when it is all over
Are you gonna leave me, is my world now over...

Raising from the place I've been, and trying to keep
my home base clean. Now I'm here and won't go back believe.

I fall asleep and dream a dream, I'm floating in a
silent dream. No-one placing blame on me
But nothing's what it seems to be, yeah.

Home again, won the war, now I am behind the door
Tried so hard to obey the law, see the meaning of this all
Remember me? Before the war...
I'm the man who lived...


MOONSPELL

Antidote =)

Here is to Fear
For keeping us alert.
And here is to Sleep
For making understand.

-here's to the crowning roots
(placing us nowhere)
-here's to the laughable wings
(taking us nowhere)

Here's to the Eve
Of the Day which will never come.
And here's to Retreat
To ease the pain.

Here's to Resistance
(laughing at ourselves)
Here's to Defeat
-how dare you come so late?

The cup is empty
Shall be filled no more
And all the thirsty
Can now approach...

The antidote.



IN FLAMES

Metaphor =)

You stole my pure intention
You are the sickness in between
Let me in,I'll bury the pain

You taught me to be sad at you
You almost made me take it all
Let me in,I'll bury the pain

You bend me and you shake me
You beg me than you break me
Let me in,I'll bury the pain

You made me feel like a sinner
Now you fear you'll die alone
Let me in,I'll bury the pain

The sickness that you are
The plague that made me starve
You think you can show me how I've come this far

I feel it's taking over
Evetything falls dark
Break me open
The desperate cry


MOONSPELL

As We Eternally Sleep On It

The seed of Men,
From trees now freezing.
All silvered leaves
With messages written

The Imitators
In sequences bright.
All perpetraitors
In cahins of gold.

From the Wait we got our hearts so wet.
The Legend rains our drops of sweat.
Sweet all the Season.The crop is Death.
Reaped on the Rush.You hate yourself.

The best of Men,
Trough racks now stumbling.
Learning the blind walk.
All apprentices.

The fierest Men,
In sheep's clothing,
Have bor exhausted
To everything.

And yes we all believe in Madness.
We are being born at the sound of Ends.
And yes we all believe in cruelty
We breed it out so easily.

It used to be the pride of Men,
Now a flame put out by the cold in his hand.

And yes we all have signed the pacts.
We knew so well nothing was left.
And yes we still believe in Beauty
As we eternally sleep on it.

The last of Men
All hide in here
Domesticated by everything.

What's left of the Man
I had within,
Now gone 4ever
The Beast sets in.

And yes we all believe in Fury.
When nothing else is supposed to be.
Consumed are now all rewards,
As we eternally...


IN FLAMES

System

I can not frame,that's why I lose control
I aim, I stumble and I fall
Our adaptation can't be faithful
Your world does not attract me

This is the end you see
There is no more truth in me
As if you would deserve it
You are my enemy

I can't ignore the way you make me bleed
I hate when you throw my thoughts against the wall
Got to wake up and make a stand
The desperation forces another mistake

I count again...
I know who to blame
My life in vain
Who said I was sane?

Follow your instinct
It usually takes you home
Don't let these words tear you down
You see me hanging
By the end of the rope
I tell you...

Slow I go
And the wait seems to be over
All that I know
Is that my life has become such a waste for you

I blame and run, sadly all too often
I dive into the day without your sympathy
I tend to try but lack the focus
Becoming a distant memory

What once was is quickly forgotten
All wrapped up inside
Delete all resemblance
I feel your relief

In Flames Girl

nedjelja, 19.02.2006.

Sigurno vam je poznat onaj pomalo neodređen osjećaj, kao da vas nešto steže...Meni je bar jako poznat.Mrzim to i mrzim što mi se često zna javit.
Najlakše bi bilo kad se ne bi zbog ničeg živcirali, jednostavno pustili sve da ode u kurac, ukratko bili flegme..Mislim da je možda ponekad najbolji moto: «boli me briga za sve i svakog».Kad se tako postaviš prema ostatku svijeta ništa te ne može rasplakat, naljutit, uznemirit.Al opet, to je kao da radiš nevidljiv zid oko sebe, možda u svrhu obrane i iz straha da ne budeš opet na kraju povrijeđen i ostavljen sam...Time nekako dobiješ suprotan učinak i možda nenamjerno povrijediš osobe kojima je (ipak) stalo do tebe...
Nikad prije koliko u zadnje vrijeme nisam razmišljala o tome kako je život nepravedan...Zašto neki imaju sve (i to oni koji bi možda najmanje trebali), a drugi (kojima je najpotrebnije) nemaju skoro ništa? Zašto su neki tako prokleto sretni i većina toga im je super, sve ili skoro sve im ide od ruke, a drugi trebaju toliko toga napravit pa opet nije dobro? Zašto jednostavno ne možemo svi bit bar donekle zadovoljni i s onim što imamo? Ja imam dosta pa opet nisam zadovoljna, a trebala bi bit.Trebala bi više cijenit to što imam al svejedno se stalno prisijećam nečeg...U životu mi nedostaje samo jedno...Mislm da je to sve što svakom čovjeku treba da bi bio ispunjen, sretan, zadovoljan...Sama spoznaja da postoji netko tko....Ma, nevermind.Zanemarite ovo zadnje...
Joj al sam se nafilozofirala, idem bolje ća...Toliko od mene za danas...lol :)

I was raised from a broken seed, I grew up to be an unwanted weed.
Ever faster the time exceeds me, little harder again to remember...you.

Held a torch for you, when lightning struck me, once again, hope I died for the last time.
Only one I have a thing greater than you, little light on the sky every night.

...On this deadwinter's night. Darkness becomes this child.
Bless this night with a tear. For I have none I fear.

I 'd give my everything to you, follow you thru the garden of oblivion.
If only I could tell you everything, the little things you'll never dare to ask me...

S.A.

- 15:25 - Komentari (4) - Isprintaj - #

utorak, 14.02.2006.

Mrzim valentinovo.

Danas sam doslovno progutala milku i nije prošlo.Jedino što ću time dobit je da ću postat dijabetičar i zubi će mi za koju godinu svi otpast...A kažu da čokolada pomaže (moš mislit)...

...desperate 4 changing
starving 4 truth
closer to where I started
chasing after you...

I'm falling even more in love with you
letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you...

....I'm living 4 the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go
and I don't know what I'm diving into
just hanging by a moment here with you...


- 16:26 - Komentari (14) - Isprintaj - #

ponedjeljak, 13.02.2006.

I opet Fungha..

Ful sam happy danas jer nam se vratila naša voljena Fungha.Priredili smo joj lijepi doček i uzvratila nam je istom mjerom.Neka, neka, naučili smo ju polako pravila lijepog ponašanja i da nije pristojno kad te netko pozdravi, a ti ne uzvratiš.
Razlog njenog izbivanja jest taj što su ju naime, na naše opće zgražanje i veliku tugu, zadesile ozbiljne zdravstvene tegobe.Bila je zločesta curica pa tako sada boluje od kroničnog pičkitisa ili prevedeno na hrv. kronične, zarazne, akutne upale pičke.To se inače dobije kad primate svačje «stvarčice» u svoje tijelo kao što to Fungha radi.Stanje se pogoršava time što je njena pi... k tome i dodatno proširena iz već spomenutog razloga.;(
Tako je naša jadna Funghicca morala ići doktoru na pregled no to joj nije teško palo.Da skratim,bit ove pričice jest da su posljedice upravo katastrofalne.Ona više NIKAD neće dobiti kurca u bilo kojem obliku, a i nikad neće moći imati djece.A joooooooooj....;(
Unatoč sfemu tome ona je još ufijek doista sretna osoba.Jebemu!!
p.s.ideju za ovo izvrsno literarno ostvarenje dobila je maj frend Lady Goth ali napisah ga ja budući da ona ne smije na net.Ne čudite se mogućoj perverznosti priče, od nas, boljesnih kakve jesmo pročitat ćete još mnogo gore...

- 22:57 - Komentari (3) - Isprintaj - #

nedjelja, 12.02.2006.

Bo

Sinoć sam konačno bila u Marišćini i bilo je ODLIČNO!!! Ok, meni je bio prvi put pa sam zato puna dojmova he, he.Mjesto je predobro, baš onakvo kakvo volim.Ugođaj i atmosfera odlični, muzika isto (osim Thompsona i sličnih pizdarija), totalno za mene.Jedina zamjerka je to što je malo puno daleko i što je po zimi malo hladno.Dobro, dvije zamjerke..Al jebeš to, jedva čekam ljeto, onda će tek bit super...
Uglavnom, prvo je frendica došla do mene pa smo išle do grada i srele se s trećim članom (kolektiva) koji je donio vinčeka ;)...Onda smo išle do graca kupit neku falš kolu za 5 ćuna.Srele smo Satana i moram reć da je dečko legenda iako sam to znala i prije nego sam ga upoznala.Onda smo išle smućkat bambusića pa smo si to lijepo popile i otišle na bus.Upoznala sam i Robertu, ful je simpa.
Došle smo gore, unutra bilo ljudi i ono što mi je fora je to što je bilo tru ljudi, ono preko 50 god.u kožnjacima...;)
Bili su i Barba sa svijetlom, lijepom kosom i Barba grabitelj.Neki nisu baš znali za sebe, a nekima fali koja pilana ili dvije u glavi pa su takvi kreteni da su napravili nešto što je bilo smiješno ali i totalno pretjerano.Jebiga sve ima svoje granice pa i zajebancija, a taj netko ne zna kad treba stat.Jedino što ću reć je da nitko nije prstom mrdnuo uključujući i mene zbog čega mi je poslije bilo krivo.Jebemu.
Ne mogu se sad sjetit ko je još bio, al bilo ih je za pola manje nego prošli put.To je zato što su neki išli na maškare i Pejakovića ;) Da je bio Zečić išla bi i ja jer njega obožavam ;)...Morat ću ih pitat kako je bilo da se uvjerim da je nama bilo bolje he, he.;)
Netko je zapalio vatru koju je Roberta uspješno održavala, a mi smo svi bili zadimljeni ko dimljeni lososi sa dodatkom duhanskog začina.Joj da ne zaboravim, vidjeli smo Funghu.Gledala nas je svojim lijepim pogledom...Fungha i ja tebe volim puno!!!
To je to u kratkim, dugim, širokim, uskim i kakvim već crtama.
Ae pozdraf ljudi, nadam se da je i fama sfima bilo dobro ko i nama...



- 14:41 - Komentari (7) - Isprintaj - #

petak, 10.02.2006.

nothing special...

Baš preslušavam In Flamese po bog zna koji put i razmišljam o tome što bi sve htjela imat/napravit/kupit...
Htjela bi:
-kupit marte
-kupit neke tenisice tipa vansica ili nove starke
-napravit crnu torbu i na nju stavit prišivač na In Flamese kad bi takav postojao u Rijeci
-ić se pirsat al mi starci neće nikad dat
-ić se šišat i bojat al ne znam šta da napravim sa svojom kosom i koju boju izabrat
-kupit crne hlače ili traperice
-kupit neku crnu majicu s kapuljačom
-kupit nove slušalice za discman
-kupit neki nakit (prstene,lančiće,kiler ili kožni remen sličan kao što ima ambi)
-nabavit vučnu službu kao edi he,he (shala)
-kupit kožnu jaknu
-ić u Englesku, Škotsku, Irsku
-ić na IN FLAMESE u fucking ljubljanu!!!!!!!!!!!
-ić na metalcamp preko ljeta
-ne mogu se više sjetit al sigurno ima toga još...
Iz ovog popisa se da zaključit da sam poprilično zahtjevna osoba...jebiga
I jedna dobra stvar za kraj, sutra konačno i ja idem u marišćinu...yeeeeeey
p.s.barbe metalci, čuvajte se!!! =)


- 23:10 - Komentari (6) - Isprintaj - #

utorak, 07.02.2006.

Ima nas...

Ovaj post ću posvetit jednoj meni «jaaaaaakooo dragoj» osobi.Dakle, postoji jedna žena koja me opčinjava i sretna sam neizmjerno što sam ju imala prilike upoznat.Ta frustrirana osoba srednjih godina radi u jednoj ustanovi na radnom mjestu koje joj po mom mišljenju nikako ne pristaje unatoč tome što je ona vjerojatno uvjerena da svoj posao obavlja najbolje na svijetu.
No dobro...Htjedoh reći da me fascinira iz više razloga..Ne znam što je primamljivije kod nje: možda predivan zvonki glasić kojim ju je majka priroda obdarila (jer svi mi jako volimo kad se netko na nas dreči punih 45 minuta) ili pak one riječi koje me uvijek razvesele ( STANI!!!! NEKA SVATKO UZME SVOJU STOLICU!!!!; KAKO TO NE ZNAŠ/NE MOŽEŠ?!???; OPET NE RADIŠ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! itd.itd.).Možda je ipak najprimamljivija njena pojava: iz određenih razloga neću ju opisat u detalje (zgadila bi vam se sigurno) ali dopustite mi da istaknem bitnu stvar koja dokazuje da ta žena ne vodi baš računa o svom izgledu...Naime, još prije nekog vremena primjetili smo da stanovita osoba toliko nateže svoje hlače, valjda da pokrije ogromnu škembu i salo koje se NONŠALANTNO prelijeva na sve strane da sve skupa dobiva suprotan učinak.Dakle, posljedica tog natezanja hlača jest da (u nedostatku izraza koristit ću se ovim terminom) izgleda kao da su joj se uvukle u pizdu...A to, vjerujte, nije nimalo ugodan prizor.
Tako mi trpimo tu njezinu pojavu već godinu i pol, a morat ćemo još neko vrijeme...Srećom od ove godine nije tako učestalo jer bi nam već oči izgorile od tog prizora...
Doista nas ima svakakvih na ovom svijetu...;-)


- 12:07 - Komentari (16) - Isprintaj - #

subota, 04.02.2006.

a šta ja znam..

Evo sad baš jedem čokolino i razmišljam o još jednom uzalud potraćenom danu.Nisam radila apsolutno niš pametno danas,nisam čak ni van išla nego sad tu trunem doma i cjepam drva..(ovo zadnje zanemarite)...Na tv-u nema niš,neki bezvezni filmovi..Neam niš za čitat,već dugo nisam niš pametno pročitala..Preko ljeta sam gutala krimiće od Agathe Christie i trilogiju Njegove tamne tvari (Polarno svjetlo, Tanki bodež i Jantarni dalekozor) P.Pullmana, a sad nekako neam vremena i baš mi se niš ne da..Ne da mi se više ni crtat što je jako čudno..I onda kad mi je dosadno kao sad uvijek nešto slušam i jako puno razmišljam o svemu i svačemu..A to opet nije dobro jer onda uvijek skužim nešto ili se sjetim nečeg...
Ma pišem gluposti.Uglavnom razlog što trunem doma (a subota je i trebala bi bit vani) je taj da mi moja najdraža majčica narafno opet ne da van..Ono,htjela sam u marišćinu večeras al otpalo je.Čim sam se digla ujutro znala sam da nema nikamo.Stara opet bila nadrkana,kad sam joj rekla da smo bili sinoć u palachu.Opet ide njeno pitanje zašto smo stalno tamo...Jebote, njoj smeta kad mi idemo u neki kafić, najrađe bi da budem stalno doma sa njom i starim..Mislim ono, za koji mjesec ću 17 god. I znam se brinut za sebe,neće me nitko pojest..
Ma znam ja šta je to, ona se boji al nekad stvarno pretjera, drži me ko pod, ne staklenim, nego čeličnim zvonom..Već mi se sere od ovog natezanja s njom..
I još jedna stvar koja me živcira kod nje i kod starog, imaju ful puno predrasuda vezanih, naravno, za metalce..Čim mojoj staroj spomeneš metal i metalce ona odmah ispali ono da su svi oni drogeraši i kriminalci i šta ja znam šta još..Joj pa vidi kako se oblače,sve u crnom,te očajne kožne jakne i marte,bla,bla,bla...Oni nisu normalni,vjeruju u vraga itd.itd.
Oni su tako primitivni,isti ko one babetine od 80 god kad vide metalce..I onda meni sole pamet s tim,kao da se nikad ne trebam družit s takvima jer će me uništit...Ma daj molim te,ko je tu lud?!? Ono, sude ljude na osnovu odjeće, to su baš one osnovne predrasude i mišljenje koje uvijek ide uz metalce..Već mi je dosta toga...
Baš bi me zanimala reakcija moje stare da doma dovedem dečka, neku tešku metalčinu..Možda bi pala u nesvjest, ko zna...
I često mi zna srat za robu, kao stalno sam u tamnom, da si malo obučem rozog i svjetlozelenog ne bi bilo loše...Mislim, ako se meni to ne sviđa nema me šta nagovarat..
Dobro, priznajem, često i ja zaserem samu sebe jer sam tvrdoglava i često joj prkosim al ne mogu protiv toga..Jednostavno neam živaca, to svi znaju..Ja nisam od onih koji će šutit kad mi npr.ne daju da idem van nego se uvijek naljutim pa najebem.Moji starci jednostavno ne kuže da, iako se oni boje, jebiga ja imam potrebu subotom navečer ić van a ne sjedit doma s njima i gledat neki glupavi obiteljski film...
Baš si sad malo opet razmišljam da bi mogla kad nađem vremena pročitat Horvatovu biografiju o Štuliću i možda Ožiljke o Anthonyju Keidisu i Kosa anđela o Kurtu...
Aj budite mi lijepi,veseli i pijani (sve ono što ja nisam ha,ha,ha)...

- 23:14 - Komentari (14) - Isprintaj - #

srijeda, 01.02.2006.

FUNGHA ;)

Kako sam se danas izvukla, još ne mogu vjerovat..Mogla sam dobit 3 komada a nisam nijedan! Svejedno,ima jedna stvar što me malo živcira a to je opet vezano za onu usranu školurinu.E da mi je spalit tu ogromnu, smrdljivu, prastaru žutu zgradu..Evo danas smo npr. imali latinski opet..Okej, kužim zašto učimo neke stvari, jebiga gramatika je obavezna i one izreke su isto korisne al najviše mi ide na živce kad moram štrebat blesave riječi napamet..Mislim, koja korist od toga kad ću ih ionako zaboravit za 2 dana?!? Ocjene iz toga bi nam kao trebale popravit cjelokupnu ocjenu, a nekima samo pogoršaju stanje..Stvarno ne kužim kojeg to smisla ima...Uh,uh..
I još jedna stvar koja se tu povlači..Od kad je počela škola život mi se sveo na svakodnevno ispunjavanje relacije kuća-grad-škola a to me nekad stvarno jebe u mozak.Svaki jebeni dan mi je isti: jedva se dignem ujutro, u školi spavam ili mislim na nešto deseto ili pričam sa ljudima ili slušam neki kurac koji mi se nađe pod rukom al nikako ne radim ono što bi kao trebala, a to je kao slušanje onog što melju one spodobe pred nama svaki sat..Onda jedva čekam da se sve svrši pa lunjamo malo po gradu koji mi je već dopizdio jer je sve uvijek isto..Onda idem doma, a ni tamo mi se ne da jer kad dođem neam šta radit, jedva se prisilim napisat zadaću, a kamoli nešto ić učit..I tako se ubijam cijelo popodne od dosade ili od zadaće i na kraju idem na net nabijat starcima račun i već dođe večer..Onda stara opet malo serka jesam li učila, njoj se čini da sve manje učim bla, bla ,bla...Uvijek ista priča..i onda si malo poslušam nešto navečer, trenutno preslušavam neš od Guardiana, ful su dobri..Uglavnom, tako mi prođe dan i onda krećemo sve isto iznova..Sve se vrti u krug, uvijek isto..
Eto toliko od mog nezanimljivog života..A kažu ljudi da treba proživjet svaki dan kao da ti je zadnji jer već sutra možeš umrijet..Jebiga, kako to napravit kad nam način života i neke sasvim male i ne tako važne stvari to ne dopuštaju??
I za kraj, moram reć da sam jako tužna jer nisam vidjela danas svoju NAJBOLJU PRIJATELJICU FUNGHU KOJA JE REKLA DA ĆE NAS TUĆ AL NEMA VEZE JER MI NJU SVI JAKO VOLIMO..PUSSSA VELIKA FUNGHI I NADAM SE DA ĆU TE SUTRA VIDJET U ŠKOLI DA TE MOGU LIJEPO POZDRAVIT I POMAHAT TI..VIDIŠ, ČAK SAM I POST NAZVALA PO TEBI, IMA DA MI SUTRA LJUBIŠ NOGE!! I MORAM TE PITAT JESI LI KONAČNO DOBILA KURCA ILI TE TOLIKO RAZOČARAO MUŠKI ROD KAD TE ONAJ DEČKO ODBIO U PETAK DA VIŠE NIKAD NIKOM NEĆEŠ DAT SVOJE PIČKE!!! (HM...TEEEEEEEEŠKO)
Pozdrav sfima...


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Opis bloga
Moje "In Flamatične" črčkarije =)

My name is...In Flames girl iliti Lady In Flames
Age:17
Hometown:Rijeka

Moj mail: inflamesgirlie@hotmail.com

VOLEM...
4 best frendice:Ahes I leave, Anchi, Dinicu i Miru wink
Starce(al znaju bit naporni)
Čokoladu
Brata(iako me živcira)
Crnu,plavu,ljubičastu,sivu,tamno-zelenu i tamno-crvenu boju
Bareta,Kuzmaricu i Bubu
Sarkazam
Tratit vrijeme u Palachu
Metal i rock
Starke
Marte(iako ih neam)
Kožu,svinjsku-znat će upućeni =)
Ić u Točku,al samo kad je Ri rock i slično jer je inače sranje
Noć
Ljeto
Crtat(inače,trebala sam ić u likovnu školu...)
Svoju mačku
...

NE VOLEM...
Svoju usranu školu
Učit latinski(sorry Bare =))
One fensi čizme u koje uguraš trapke pa izgleda ko da čekas poplavu bang
Capitano,Hemingway,El rio i slična mjesta
ble...ima toga možda još,budem se sjetila


...Negde se pipnu naši mali svemiri
Kada već pomislim da spavaš...
Zašumi saten... Tama se uznemiri...
I kao talas naiđeš...


...i ništa više nije važno,
lice sveta zlobno i lažno se raspline za čas...
i nitko više nije bitan,
svi su pesak, prezren i sitan,
pesak ispod nas...


...Ako umrem mlad, posadi mi na grobu samo ruzmarin.
Ne dozvoli tad da naprave od toga tužni treći čin.
Nek mi ne drže govore, nek drugom pletu lovore,
ako umrem mlad, zaustavljen u koraku i snu.
O, zagrli me sad, jako, najbolje što znaš
i nemoj crnoj ptici da me daš.
O ne, ne brini, proći će za tren,
ja sam samo malo lud i zaljubljen...


...Dal' je sve bilo samo fol?
Dal' je sve samo jeftin trik?
Il' sve te maske kriju bol
i neki sasvim drugi lik?...



METALLICA

Fade to black

Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filing me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now He's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye



SONATA ARCTICA

The End Of This Chapter

Hello?

Well, well, how are you?

Ah, who is this?

Who do you think this is?

Stop it, who is this?

You know very well who I am
You almost got away from me, didn't you?

Oh, my god
You can't be, you can't be...

I gave you my time
I gave you my whole life
I gave you my love, every dime
They told me it was... a crime

Do you remember?
Or did it all go in vain...

I stood in the light, I sat in your coalmine
The promise they made, I should keep?
Make sure that we would never meet

I can't remember
How can I be so vain?

Tell me that past times won't die...
Tell me that old lies are alive

Across darkened skies, I travelled without a light
I sank in the well of my mind
Too deep, never to be found

I can't remember...
How could you be so vain...

Tell me that past times won't die...
Tell me that old lies are alive
Love that expired too long time ago
Kills me, it thrills me...

You have new love and
It looks good on you
I have never wished you dead, yet.

You can now have all the things I could never give to you
Look out the window "c'est moi"...

I'm sorry, I am here
I'm not sure if it should bring you fear
I whisper in your ear
Why is he here?

While you are sleeping, I steal your ear ring
Light you one candle, this anger I handle

They said I won't find you, but now I'm beside you
I'm not all that stable
You should know by know that you are mine...

Tell me that old lies are alive

I tell you that past times won't die...
I tell you that old lies are alive
Love due to expire too long time ago
Kills me, it will kill you...too
Kill me, please kill me before



U2

Electrical storm =)

The sea it swells like a sore head and the night it is aching
Two lovers lie with no sheets on their bed
And the day it is breaking

On rainy days we'd go swimming out
On rainy days swimming in the sound
On rainy days we'd go swimming out

You're in my mind all of the time
I know that's not enough
If the sky can crack there must be some way back
For love and only love

Electrical storm
Electrical storm
Baby don't cry

Car alarm won't let you back to sleep
You're kept awake dreaming someone elses dream
Coffee's cold but it'll get you through
Compromise that's nothing new to you
Let's see colours that have never been seen
Let's go places no one else has been

You're in my mind all...

Electrical storm...

It's hot as hell,honey in this room
Sure hope the weather will break soon
The air is heavy,heavy as a truck
We need the rain to wash away our bad luck

Well if the sky can crack there must be some way back
To love and only love

Electrical storm...

Baby don't cry...



IN FLAMES

Suburban Me =)

The self-inflicted state of mind
A one-man struggle beneath the tower
I think the clock still exist
God just forgot to tap my shoulder

I woke up today
I wish I felt something
The odour of my apathy
Just might be true

I wan't to be the things I see
The pilgrim that is me
But I know I ain't that free
The suburban me

Spirits rise and miss the eye
Covered by the stench of judgment
As gods reflection test my pride
I serve the failure that's haunting me

Twisted visions toturing
Who claims to be the one?
That filtered smile
just might be true

"On half-speed,tonight I suffer
Satisfaction brings the unheeded"

Can you hear the message,
as I wrestle with the clouds?
I'm on the way to succumb,
It just might be true