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  • Hopey

    O Bože. Koliko ljudi toliko tragedija. Idem čekirati umjetnicu.

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    19.12.2007. (08:07)    -   -   -   -  

  • ici roi enrico

    vala, pes te nikad ne ostavi na cjedilu.
    ima jedan slican vrlo dobar crtez od stjepana lahovskog na kojoj je on na samrtnoj postelji a posjecuje ga samo njegov frend - parcov....

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    19.12.2007. (09:16)    -   -   -   -  

  • tessa k jutarnja

    prefiksiram hopey:.."Sve sretne obitelji nalik su jedna drugoj,svaka nesretna..."
    p.s. oli imaš prozor u tom svom zidu? meni si ovom slikom otprla novi oblok.

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    19.12.2007. (09:30)    -   -   -   -  

  • delfina

    Svaka žalost je moguća.

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    19.12.2007. (11:13)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    srdelica vise nece pusit, a njena mama stvarno kuva najbolje
    (i ne plese lose za jednu gospodju u njeznim 60-tima)

    sta te ne ubije, sjebe te za 80 posto, rekla sam sinoc insomniji i
    zaputila se u krevet s knjigom u tocno deset casova, tri minute i
    pedeset cetri sekunde. uz lagano stivo, vegeterijansku kuvaricu.
    ponijelo se i mlijeko. svi znaju da je mlijeko s medom dobro za bolji
    san, pa sam uzela litrenku.
    sat vremena kasnije, negdje oko pogacica od cjelovitog brasna, ugasilo
    se svjetlo i nastupila je tama. kapci nisu bili teski pa sam dva puta
    dobro potegla iz litrenke. i........nista.
    mlijeko sux, nakezila se insomnija.
    idi i nadji rakije, pogledala sam je ruzno. dok je odlazila rekla sam
    samo da ne vele zagorci bez veze -candy is dandy but liquior is
    quicker.
    citavu je noc kurva trazila, a kad se prije pola sata vratila i
    probudila me - vec sam se ja bila naspavala.
    mlijeko radi!
    ovo je prica o nicemu radnog naslova - insomnija je alergicna na kravlje mlijeko.
    ulicom prolaze smetlari. zaboravili su skupiti mog susjeda iliju
    cvorovica koji se sa svojim psom torom bas vracao iz maksimirskog
    parka.
    on mi uvijek kad me sretne zeli dati puno korisnih savjeta o tome kako
    rjesavati aktualne i mozebitne probleme u zajednickom prostoru kao sto
    je kuca u kojoj zivimo. ali kako ja nemam problema i nemam ih namjeru
    imati ti mi savjeti stvarno nisu potrebni. zato ga uglavnom
    izbjegavam.
    i njegovu staricu majku takodjer. kad me ne ljubi sreca velim joj na
    latinskom "skini se s mog oblaka, sitna starice!"
    prvi lovci na plasticnu ambalazu i pivske limenke u kantama za smece,
    jutros su zakasnili. jesu, molili su se bogu.
    on im je odgovorio koristeci rijeci - i-don´t-give-a-fuck.
    razdanilo se u kasabi.
    ulicom macka zvizdi - tike, tike tacke....

    gica imala svoju prvu predstavu

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    19.12.2007. (17:37)    -   -   -   -  

  • skaska

    ovaj zeko mi zgledi pohotan

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    19.12.2007. (18:02)    -   -   -   -  

  • pametni zub

    totalna samica. a taj kunić djeluje preprpošno za utješitelja. kunić kondoližanin

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    19.12.2007. (18:02)    -   -   -   -  

  • Catma

    Jel` to post o tabuu smrti u zapadnoj kulturi ?
    Il bolje da šutim ?

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    19.12.2007. (19:09)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    sutixxxxxxxxxxxx

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    19.12.2007. (19:17)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    gica je odradila svoju prvi stvar!

    catmo, skasko, pametni zubu

    (koji erik?)

    hooray

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    19.12.2007. (19:28)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    brown girl.............

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    19.12.2007. (19:36)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    Donkey

    Sometime in early 70´s a little package was transfered to its parents
    who decided to start all over again and proclaimed themselves the
    masters of regular home life.
    "?", i lied under the oak tree the donkey was tied on.
    "They are serious this time, they bought a black and white tv, didn´t
    they," he was doing his best trying to calm me down.
    I said "okay then", although i knew he was inexperienced in that area,
    too. Plus, he also believed it was the moon howling at night, not
    hawks.
    "Hey, look at the brighter side. You don´t have to go to church
    anymore," he felt my suspicion.
    He got me instantly. Every sunday my grandmother took me to the church
    and i didn´t like it. A. the sermons were delivered early when normal
    people were asleep B. whenever the priest asked people to "offer peace
    to each other", they just shook their hands without even looking into
    each others eyes.
    "And," the donkey asked the first time i came back from regular home
    life. "How´s life?"
    "Tv works just fine!"
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PykzyxWYS3Y
    "And donkey, it is the hawks who are making that noise at night."
    "I know."

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    19.12.2007. (20:43)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    Delfina

    My grandad owned the stupidest thing on earth. From the moment we met
    it was hate on the first sight. The thing had very long ears, funny
    tail, couldn´t talk straight but made a lot of noise and his bites
    were worse than mosquito bites.
    "This is linda, donkey," my granded introduced him to his future
    nightmare. We stared at each other, both at a loss for words in either
    language, and then he had bitten me for the first time. I slapped him
    hard and told him he should leave. He was dramatic with his actions,
    (he had bitten me for the second time), i was dramatic with my words
    and grandad finally proposed a cease-fire.
    Okay, i said. okay, said the donkey that thrived on chaos. A year
    later we became friends. We didn´t like to be a part of that
    brotherhood (sisterhood) of emotionally exploited donkeys, but we had
    fun. He told me - nice donkey finish last - i stand by that adage.

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    20.12.2007. (02:05)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    "Are you her granddaughter," an old lady lying on the bed opposite the
    door asked me. "She is," my grandmother said before i managed to open
    my mouth. "Oh, you can talk," laughed aunt Marija. Two of them shared
    the room in the Sibenik Home for retired people with the stupidest
    name ever "The Flower home".
    Two minutes later my grandmother had no idea who i was. No clue about
    the time we had together. "The best is about to begin," said aunt
    Maria at the moment the nurse came with lunch. My granny mixed
    everything she got for lunch in one bowl and quietly offered me a
    spoon full of something greenish. I ate it and we both laughed, that
    was the first moment since i can awarely remember that my grandmother
    was sincerely warm, she didn´t have any shield at all. As a new tenant
    of the Planet of demented my grandmother was doing quite well.
    "Hello, how´s your kids," she asked me.
    "Good, they are sending you something," i replied putting the rosary i
    bough for her in her right hand.
    She gave it back to me, looked straight at my eyes and said nothing.
    "Granny can i marry Josko," i asked her when i was 8.
    "No, he is your cousin."
    "Can´t we marry cousins?"
    "No."
    "Why?"
    "Because your kids will not be normal."
    "What´s normal?"
    "Normal is when someone find a person who he can spend so much time
    with and that person is not a cousin."
    "Grandad is not your cousin?"
    She laughed.
    Donkey laughed too. In a way my grandad was her cousin.

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    20.12.2007. (02:13)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    When I turned into teenager the donkey with lions heart found me quite
    terrifying because i wasn´t boyish anymore. At all! At that time he
    lived with my grandmother`s neighbor because she couldn´t care for
    him, although he didn´t need to be cared for. He never was an ordinary
    donkey, he refused to carry anybody on his back and the first time she
    tried to tame him, she lost the battle. Neither my grandmother nor
    anybody in the family (except my grandfather) never understood his
    significance - he loved me when i really needed it, even when i least
    deserved it.
    "Hey, look the sky turns into fireworks of colors," he laughed when i
    took him under branches of our oak tree.
    It was five in the afternoon, i was 11, we were alone in the world
    like always but we knew we had to go back to reality. And we did.
    Despite my grandmother moanings after all people in the little village
    warned her i was a weird girl with a donkey as a best friend.
    "How´s your tv doing?"
    "It´s not black and white anymore!"
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DO31294rzQ0&mode=related&search=
    wish you were here my favourite song by pink floyd.
    donkey liked -
    comfortably numb ;

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    20.12.2007. (02:18)    -   -   -   -  

  • Virtuela

    ovaj magarac me rastura, srdelico!
    želim se udati za NJEGA!!!!!

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    20.12.2007. (08:59)    -   -   -   -  

  • Virtuela

    ...da vec nisam sretno vjencana za macka antonija...

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    20.12.2007. (09:00)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    chihiro

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    20.12.2007. (10:43)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    samim

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    20.12.2007. (10:46)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    za gicu

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    20.12.2007. (10:49)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    i want you to want me

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    20.12.2007. (11:31)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    Jugo 45

    na lice mista dovezla san se materinin jugom. ona ga voli, misli da
    joj nosi srecu jer su ga skupa kupili. kad pobrojim koliko je puta
    sta, ne´s ti srece.
    "rikverc bas ne radi," rekla je kad je izasla iz auta ispred
    stana na subicevcu, nakon sto je pet puta zbog prometa promasila
    skrenit u ulicu u koju je tribala skreniti. nasu.
    "snaci cu se," reko, "ne brini."
    i tako, potegnila ja tamo, na lice mista.
    "ej caca, evo ti nosim neko cvice, mislila sam da ce ti malo osvjeziti
    misto, makar vidim da jos uvik izgleda ko da je na njemu eksplodirala
    cvjecarna," nacerila sam se.
    "daj," nasmija se gadjajuci me crvenon ruzon,"sta ne znas da ti
    mater voli kic."
    onda smo pricali o svim onim bitnim zivotnim pitanjima, panulavanju,
    muzici i vrimenu.
    "ajmo mucat malo. ocemo slusati muziku," pitala san i bez da san sacekala
    odgovor gurnila sam mu drugu slusalicu u uvo.
    slusali smo ovo
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtT7Og2LBbE

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    20.12.2007. (14:46)    -   -   -   -  

  • skaska

    Imam božićnu želju a ta glasi: prosim te mali isusek daj registriraj srdelicu da na komentarima ima crvena slova i da kad je stisnem dojdem k njoj vu njenu vlažnu konzervu. Tak.

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    20.12.2007. (14:52)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    We Shall Never Surrender - W. Churchill

    "Is that the way you want it to go," S. asked me when I finally told
    him my relationship went to pieces.
    "I don´t know, S. I want him to be incredibly insightful."
    He laughed.
    "That kind of people exist only in movies. Such as "An officer and a gentleman!"
    I liked it.
    "Okay. I just want to move on to something better. But I am so weak
    and can´t take the steps I need to start a new chapter in my life."
    "We shall never surrender," my friend winked and toasted me with a
    glass of wine.

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    20.12.2007. (15:13)    -   -   -   -  

  • srdelica

    za skasku - nego di je nemanja

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    20.12.2007. (15:32)    -   -   -   -  

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