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29.09.2005., četvrtak male stvari shtite srce “Have regular hours for work and play; make each day both useful and pleasant, and prove that you understand the worth of time by employing it well. Then youth will be delightful, old age will bring few regrets, and life will become a beautiful success.” apply THE FORMULA pre nego je suvishe kasno. jedno je teorija, a drugo je praksa. + komadicc srecce uz to. - 16:43 - lepe rechi (0) - printaj svakodnevno - # |
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28.09.2005., srijeda ne, nisam mu textala. I ne zato shto on to ne zna da ceni. maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. ne znash ti, ne znam ja. a posle one scene sevanja ccelave glave ispred mog ulaza u chetiri ujutru, i'm pretty sure da ne zna ni on. Stvar je u tome da to necce nishta promeniti, a nisam htela da mu dam izgovor za, yes i'm available this weekend also. zato sad romantika, aa. umesto neposlanih pisama, neposlani smsovi. 'Pijem nes decaf, jedem blek chocolit. Idem spiti. And then it hits me, da li sam ja kubanska balerina tvog zzivota. Metafora. Kao bamboocha. Jel.' Eto, sutra kisha. depresija je sebichna stvar. posveccujesh se svojim strahovima umesto ljudima. kreativna sam u izmishljanju fobija i troshim energiju na crne rupe. i ranjiva sam. but then again, kad nisam. nisam pushila jedan ceo dan. shta mi nedostaje? gledanje filmova sa njim. vodjenje ljubavi sa njim.24/7 mi to nedostaje. ispijanje pelina sa njim. retki trenuci kad se smeje. josh redji trenuci kad se nasmeje mojim forama. kad sam radosna sa njim. kad me poljubi u rame. kad me poljubi u vrat. kad mi kazze debeliccu. kad je razocharan mojim neverovatnim nepoznavanjem nacionalne istorije. onaj dan kad nam je napravio ruchak. izmisljeni dan kad cce da me pozove preko dana. - 10:40 - lepe rechi (0) - printaj svakodnevno - # |
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27.09.2005., utorak [LINK=http://calvin.blog.hr]Happy I'm sick. I'm sick of this sad excuse for an existence. I'm sick of this corrupt, rotten world. I'm sick to my bones of the people that make it work, that fuel the fires of hate and fear which cloud our collective judgement. Sometimes, I'm even sick of life. There, I said it. For you see, the only people who know anything about life are the people who constantly and endlessly complain about it. I'm sure all of you already knew that, and I confess that I really am an idiot who didn't have any idea about this great cosmic fact, up until now. I've had more than my fair share of problems. I'm no stranger to the bad side of life. Hell, I'm more at home there than in this momentary respite that I enjoy now. But the trials I faced and the demons I slayed haven't made me bitter and angry. They didn't make me lose focus. Nothing can do that to me. Nothing at all. They did the total opposite actually. They strengthend my resolve. They enforced my character. They made me a better person. You can't let your mistakes define your life. You can't be stuck in the past. Life is a beautiful mix of pain and joy, and to ignore either of those aspects means devoiding yourself of life's true meaning. Optimistic people are often labeled as too carefree, too light in approaching life, too... careless. Please don't do that to us. Don't belittle us just so that we can fit in your narrow perspective of what life is and should be. Don't lash out at us in ager and resentment just becouse we found a balance between the light and the abyss. Our view of life isn't the best, but it certainly isn't the worst. Don't take it upon yourself to judge us. Just becouse you lost your ability to laugh and enjoy the silly little things, doesn't mean you discovered the ultimate truth. It just means you grew up. The bad way. Keep in mind that smiles sometimes hide the deepest scars. I like to help people. Not becouse I'm some altruistic saint, but for the simple and selfish reason that it makes me feel good. I also like being happy. It's not always easy, but nothing worth doing is. Being happy makes helping people easier. Makes making them happy easier. Come to think of it, being happy makes pretty much everything easier. It'll make the things you like doing easier too. Don't enclose yourselves in cages of your own making. Don't let the negative things in life stick. Focus on the positive. Friends, family, sunshine. A good book. A pet. Whatever you want. Whatever makes you happy. Don't be afraid of hope. Hope for a better job, a bigger flat, a soulmate. Hope keeps you going. Keeps you young inside. Where it counts. Don't exclude hope from your life. It gives it flavour. So what if sometimes you get dissapointed? That's life. Can't win 'em all. But you sure as hell can try. I'm sure some of you (and by "some", I mean "all") are wondering what the hell is up with this English thing. It's only temporary, I assure you. Just felt like it, to be honest. For quite some time now. A quaint little blog pushed me over the edge and into this post. You know who you are. Keep up the good work. :) Come next time, it'll be just plain old Croatian again. Have fun. I know I will. [/LINK] autor napisanog iznad: calvin autorica napisanog ispod: tatjana ma, ne znam zashto me se ovo doimalo,kada sam od ustajanja cynic bitter and twisted i bljujem vatru na svakog ko mi kazze neshto. a drugu polovinu dana provela sam plachucci nad hallmarkovim lifecanbecrueltouseventhoughwearegoodbutthereisgod filmovima. da, da, drugarica anksiozna depresija is visiting. ali upravo sam se vratila sa yoge i pokushavam da ispravim sranja ovog dana. poljubila mamu, poljubila tatu, nazvala srdu, nazvaccu chedu, poslaccu poruku ccelavom. ne mogu ga kriviti shto se ne trudim da mi zzivot krene nekim od pozzeljnih puteva i shto mi ne ide vecc jako, jako dugo. i shto su mi se iluzije rasprshile i razmazale i obljutavele, i dosadile, bre. or can i? shala, shala. prihvatam odgovornost. hit mantra danas, sutra i dokle god mi ne udje u grudi. - 22:26 - lepe rechi (1) - printaj svakodnevno - # you did not text him right? (marijana 28.09.2005. 08:29 |
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23.09.2005., petak nisam sigurna da li se repeatam ili ne, ali bez obzira. oseccam se kao adrian mole (aged 13 and 3/4) : i am an intellectual, but at the same time i am not very clever. to je samo jedna od zajednichkih stvari. bad skin i opsednutost istom je sledecca. ustala sam danas u 6 am. da ponavljam. ha,ha. fingers crossed. - 08:08 - lepe rechi (4) - printaj svakodnevno - # uspela. shest naravski. ( 23.09.2005. 11:47) popila radzzu u to ime. malo sam janpi. ali malo. ( 23.09.2005. 11:48) a kak ide ponavljanje? (Buèimir 23.09.2005. 14:47) pa, buci, ponovila i polozzila. sad sam isprazznjena totales. restartujem se od sutra. (tanja 23.09.2005. 18:26) |
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20.09.2005., utorak fact Entrepreneurs average 3.8 failures before final success. What sets the successful ones apart is their amazing persistence. There are a lot of people out there with good and marketable ideas, but pure entrepreneurial types almost never accept defeat. - 10:40 - lepe rechi (4) - printaj svakodnevno - # glory glory haleluja ( 21.09.2005. 16:18) xanax puta dva vecheras. malo, malo sam uznemirena. chuj, mozzda ja imam onu sezonsku depresiju. zagrlio me ccale danas i kezzual pita kako si, a meni suuuuze. joj. usmeni u takpe. frka i panika. pichi ovulacija. zzeludac stegnut. drogiram se.nadam se najboljem. strepim od najgoreg. oh, kako neobichno. samo zzelim da sam pod ccebetom. bezzi od sveta, tanja. (tanja 21.09.2005. 20:59) svi imamo sezonsku depresiju, a neki i gonzica na celu. imas mejl. (marijana 22.09.2005. 09:45) lordie. hocu sutra slobodan dan (marijana 22.09.2005. 22:41) |
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19.09.2005., ponedjeljak kisha. drugi dan. ako se ponasham normalno valjda ccu se i oseccati tako. u tu svrhu napravila sam plan. raspored 10:15-12;15-uchim 12:15-13:00-vezzbam 13:00-15:00-pravim ruchak, rucham, perem sudove 15:00-19:30-uchim 19:30-slobodne aktivnosti koje ukljuchuju odlazak u krevet oko jedenaestice u svem tom organizovanom vremenu pogledaccu na mobilni cirka nijednom, mlitavo se obesiti na fotelji i blejiti u tv nijednom, pocheti da plachem on account of ccelavog i sazzaljevati sebe nijednom. to se mora ostaviti u slobodnom vremenu. pa ako sam jadna, neka sam. zabiccu sebi mobilni u dupe. e, dugo sam pevala svako jednom primi kosku. od onog koga puno voli. sad sam je primila. sinocc sam sekla luk i cmizdrila. jebiga, iracionalno je ,ali i dalje boli. boli. boli. kako sam samo mogla ovo nepredvideti? a, kraljice? boli. - 09:59 - lepe rechi (1) - printaj svakodnevno - # kakav dan. udariću u plač. ( 19.09.2005. 11:58) |
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17.09.2005., subota fali mi fali mi xanax. fali mi wilco pesma. ne mogu da je nadjem. celu sam kuccu preturila. popila sam lorazepam. 1 mg. videccu kako deluje. jako sam nervozna. radi mi zzeludac, radi mi srce, puca. zzelim trenutak srecce. one iracionalne. da momentu osetim da je dobro shto sam tu i sada. oseccam se extra sjebano. kriza tridesetih u dvaedsetpetoj ( mala posveta maryjane). gde sam poshla, shta uradih i sl. sranija. koja i nisu to. samo je lakshe napiti se i zaboraviti na njih. jer odgovor mi se ne dopada nimalo. e, sad jer jebanje sa njim reshenje? pa nije, ali pomazze nopu. i osetim da bar jedna kockica mozze lecci na svoje mesto i da mozze biti oke i da mi znachi i da mi nije dosadno i da. jebiga, kada ga kortni koks arket cheka iza ugla. jebeno. glupacho. def 1: ja sam umetnichka dusha bez ijednog talenta. iz ovoga ne mogu izvucci nishta. a i ne trudim se izvucci. kakva igra rechi. uglavnom, ne voli me, nikada me nije ni voleo. niti cce. a ja to ne mogu da prihvatamo. kako zovemo ljude koji se ne uklapaju u stvarnost? pomalo autistichnima. jebo me lorazepam. shetaj, radi, uchi! - 17:28 - lepe rechi (2) - printaj svakodnevno - # gde si?nisi kuci? took your advice to heart. goodbye stari sakoi.goodbye stare torbe(material=shite ne brini you'd not like them)...bilans:i dalje previse stvari. plus napravila sma i policu.i usisala ponovo.i obelezila sve diskove. dobila menstruaciju. zato mi se valjda nadam se nije vodila ljubav. sutra je vreme za zeleni kaputic ne? (marijana 18.09.2005. 14:53) ljubavi, sutra je vreme za jesen+laka zima jashe ,dzempere i cipele. zbogom letnje suknje. zeleni kaputicc, yes. cheda se vratio sa long tripa pa je dobra seja ishla napraviti ruchak i dobiti darove. pusza. popila sam xanax. pfuj lorazepam. ovo je magija. bre. (tanja 18.09.2005. 17:14) |
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05.09.2005., ponedjeljak frka. panika. samo bih londrala. hoccu li dati i jedan ispit vishe u zzivotu? morala bih. mislim da sam oglupavela. to se i vidi. - 09:28 - lepe rechi (8) - printaj svakodnevno - # ako je pauza izmedju ispita bila duza od godine dana, onda nikada vise neces poloziti niti jedan ispit, niti onaj najlaksi, zao mi je :( (tofu 05.09.2005. 09:41) ispiti su ovak i onak dosadni. jebe ti se. (Buèimir 05.09.2005. 11:09) ma dat' ćeš...:) (Black soul 05.09.2005. 11:48) MOLIM VAS ZA POSEBNU USLUGU: AKO VIDITE LEU, MOLIM VAS OBAVIJESTITE ME GDJE STE JE VIDJELI. HVALA! (grunty 05.09.2005. 11:49) posle čitanja knjiga - čitanja knjiga - bistrije se razmišlja. knjige u šake! (saša 05.09.2005. 12:27) lea kupuje i u c marketu. poslednja kupovina : vekna hleba, belog, litar mleka, kesica kafe jacobs tri u jednom i mars bar. prehrambeno neosveshtena, mani je se. (tanja 05.09.2005. 15:54) PIH! A JA MISLILA BOG ZNA STA ( 05.09.2005. 16:16) Usput zasto mene nema na faforitti listi? ( 05.09.2005. 16:17) |