With the Lights Out

srijeda, 30.11.2005.

....booooooring....

evo, Tomislav, sam za tebe... (moš' si mislit)
Danas je sreda, i još k tome nije niti za prav počela, prošli tjedan sam bil bolestan, mislim ono, temperatura 37.8 i to je to... znači da sam užival doma... Irena je istobila bolesna, baš se pitam zakaj?!... no ubiti, ja sam ozdravil a ona je još bolesna, tak da se vidimo 10 minut na dan dok odem k njoj posle škole... al ubiti se je v kurcu, imam onak nekšni čudni osjećaj da nekaj ne valja, i se mi ide na kurac... gledal sam prekjučer televiziju, i čist sam popizdil zato kaj sam jebenoga daljinskoga ne mogel najti... sam me društvo nekak spašava, KoLi i Tomislav v školi... jebote smejemo se da je to ne normalno, saki dan dojdem doma i mišići me bole od smejanja... i Irena isto ima velki utjecaj na mene, dok sam z njom smireni sam totalka, nikaj me nebre razjebati... osim možda neki zvukovi kaj delaju njezini starci ili sestra, pošto sam imal loša iskustva... al jebiga... pozdraf ljudi...

30.11.2005. u 10:03 • 3 KomentaraPrint#

petak, 18.11.2005.

...na informatiki...dosada...

danas nemamo informatiku zato kaj je ova hurma (profesorica) dišla na nekši svečani ručak z nekšnom komisijom... mislim ne da bi se žalil, baš naprotiv... hehehehe...

i nemam baš neke inspiracije za pisati bloga, al mi je fest dosadno, tak da bute vi patili iz moje dosade, pliz nejte ve zgasiti bloga...

KoLi je glup... ve sedi blizu mene pa sam htel to napisati...


DISTURBED - SHOUT 2000

Shout, shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm talking to you
So come on

In violent times...
You shouldn't have to sell your soul
In black and white...
They really really ought to know
Just don't know
Those one-trick minds...
Who took you for a working whore
Kiss them goodbye...
You shouldn't have to jump for joy

Shout, shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm talking to you
So come on

You shouldn't have to shout for joy

They give you life...
and in return you gave them hell
As cold as ice
Not witch your ice ice baby
I hope we live to tell the tale
I hope we live to shout the tale

Shout, shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm talking to you
So come on

Will you never shout
HUH
I feel as though you're never gonna let it all out
Will you never shout?
HU
I feel as though I know
you're never gonna let it all out
will you never shout?
HUH
I feel as though I know you're never gonna let it
And when you've taken down your guard...
If I could change your mind...
I'd really love to break your heart

I'd really love to shout your heart

Shout, shout
Let it all out
These are the things I can do without
Come on
I'm talking to you
So come on

I'd really love to

Come on let me shout shout let me
Come on let me shout shout
Come on let me shout shout let me
Come on let me shout shout

18.11.2005. u 14:04 • 1 KomentaraPrint#

četvrtak, 10.11.2005.

ja živim za... hehehe...

ja znam za koga živim... a i ta osoba to zna,(bujan, to si ne ti...), no ubiti, saki jebeni tjedan jedva čekam da prejdeju svi radni dani, i da se napokon morem posvetiti vikendu... al možda to ve nebu tak,
makar sam se javil engleski i dobil pet, i makar se sutra javljam informatiku, starci ipak sereju da možda nebum mogel van prek vikenda...a jebiga, kad su nadmoćni...ma kurca jesu!!! kaj nam moreju?! baš nikaj...sam se smeju derati na nas, al to, ak oćemo, nema uopće efekta na nas...
bar na mene nema... i skužil sam kak ih morem perfektno pizditi, dok mi sereju, gledam ih direktno u oči... garantiram vam, sto postotni efekt... a nemaju me za kaj optužiti...hehehehe...
malo sam predaleko dišel v tu temu... no nije bitno, sutra sam v školi sam prva dva sata, a onda imam
dopust,pošto je martinje,ne... a to zanči da nem moral gledati mutavu farkašicu kak besno i zbunjeno gleda po razredu dok mi pišemo... fala bogu... ajde, ljudi...uživajte, i napijte se... bog vas blagoslovil...

p.s.
to su reči ateista, hehehehe...

10.11.2005. u 23:38 • 2 KomentaraPrint#

utorak, 08.11.2005.

don't deny how you feel

evo, kak sam već reke, utorak je perfektan dan... stara mi je danas bila v školi, i opće ne sere, zbog ocjena, jedino kaj sere je kaj u rubriki z engleskoga piše: TALENTIRAN, ALI NIŠTA NE RADI...
al meni to pol kurca ne znači...
Irena htel sam ti sam reći da me koljena više ne bole tak, a nadam se da je i tvoje vredu...

idem se pak malo rješavat inspiracije:

i feel lost and confused,
don't know what to do with myself...
i'm so excited to see you,
i'm so happy to hear you,
i won't kill you... i think...
take the knife and cut it,
watch it bleed, eat it,
smell it, throw it... away...
i won't kill you... i hope...
my feelings flowing... away...
have you ever tried to?!...
don't know what i'm trying to say...

tak,ve mi je lakše, jučer navečer sam tak skakal od sreće da me stara pitala koji kurac sam tak sretan, nisam joj nikaj rekel, ali mislim da zna uz koga je vezano... hehehehe...
javim se još poslje, na vašu žalost...

08.11.2005. u 09:59 • 1 KomentaraPrint#

ponedjeljak, 07.11.2005.

do sutra...

ja mislim da bum do sutra zgubil zdravi razum... nije problem v školi, niti z starcima, niti z menom...
sam je tu jedno manje pitanje kaj se Irene tiče, koje bu, ne da se nadam, nego znam da bu dobro završilo... hehehehe...


DISTURBED - DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS


Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
It seems what’s left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You’ve woken up the demon in me

Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
You mother get up
You fucker get up
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don’t try to deny what you feel
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me

It seems you’re having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you’ve woken up the demon in me

(and when I dream)
No mommy, don’t do it again
Don’t do it again
I’ll be a good boy
I’ll be a good boy, I promise
No mommy don’t hit me
Why did you have to hit me like that
Why did you have to be such a bitch
Why don’t you,
Why don’t you fuck off and die
Why don’t you fuck off and die
Why can’t you just fuck off and die
Why can’t you just leave here and die
Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
Fuck you
I don’t need this shit
You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
How would you have to see how it feels mommy
Here it comes, get ready to die


DISTURBED - VIOLENCE FETISH


Bring the violence
It’s significant
To the life
If you’ve ever known anyone
Bring the violence
It’s significant
To the life
Can you feel it?

How do you sleep
When you live with your lies
Out of your mouth
Up from your mind
That kind of thinking
Starts a chain reaction
You are a timebomb ticking away
You need to release
What you’re feeling inside
Let out the beast
That you’re trying to hide
Step right up and be a part of the action
Get your game face on
Because it’s time to play
You’re pushing and fighting your way
You’re ripping it up

How do you live without playing the game
Sit on the side and expect to keep sane
Step right up and be a part of the action
Come get a piece of it before it’s too late
Take a look around
You can’t deny what you see
Were living in a violent society
Well my brother let me show you a better way
So get your game face on because it’s time to play
You’re pushing and fighting your way you’re ripping it up

So tell me what am I supposed to be
Another goddamn drone
Tell me what am I supposed to be
Should I leave it on the inside
Should I get ready to play

07.11.2005. u 09:53 • 1 KomentaraPrint#

četvrtak, 03.11.2005.

boli me qurac...

ne trebam tvoju pažnju, a mislim da ti moju isto ne trebaš...
ne trebam tvoje mišljenje, imam svoje, a i to mi je preveč...
ne trebam tvoje brige, isto imam svoje...
ne trebam tvoje mudrovanje, imam doma starce...
ne trebam tvoje uvrede, ja tebe ne vređam...
ne trebam nakraju nit tebe, imam sebe...

ovo nije za nekoga napisano, al mi je neko dal inspiraciju za to, tak da nejte krivo shvatiti, ne da mi se baš preveč pisati, umoran sam...

P.S.
-dobil sam 2 z latinskoga

03.11.2005. u 23:24 • 0 KomentaraPrint#

srijeda, 02.11.2005.

i'm scared (no, i'm not)

evo Tomislav, rekel sam ti da bum ti ovo poslal al sam negde zgubil e-mail adresu, pa bum ti to postal:
molim vas, nejte se zgražati dok bu te to čitali, bil sam jako umoran dok sam to pisal, ma kaj se zvlačim, sami prosudite:



kaj napraviti s viskom inspiracije, morete tak kak ja uvijek delam, sednete
se za kompjuter i počnete pisati kaj vam prvo padne napamet...
kaj mislite kak su nastala ova dva reda iznad?
nikaj nije bitno, samo vasi prsti koji pisu, glava koja razmislja i
oci koje tu i tam prelete prek monitora da provjere ima li greski...
greski uvijek ima,i to sve po sud, nebres ih ti izbjeci kak god se ti trudil,
al to isto nije bitno... dobro je tu i tam imati koju gresku, al naravno ona
nesme bit bas neka velka, inace... ma znate... ubiti ja ve neznam komu se ja
obracam u 3. licu mnozine... valjda svojim glasovima u glavi, koji me
nekad znaju terati na nenormalne stvari... ve bum zapisal sljedece kaj
budu mi rekli: DAJ ZGASI ZVUCNIKE, CVILE... DAJ ZGASI ZVUCNIKE,CVILE...
a znate kaj, zvucniki su uopce ne bili upaljeni... hehehe, kak sam ih
zajebal...i volim i mrzim se, sam kaj je jedini problem, kaj neznam
dal se vise volim ili mrzim...o cemu da ve pisem, nem nikoga spominjal,
posto to nadam se niko nebu cital!!! zakaj ja ve to pisem na kompjutoru a
ne na papiru z rukom... tko zna, mozda mi je lepse tiskati gumbe na
tastaturi? neznam ni sam, al mislim da to nije bitno,kak ni vecina ostaloga
kaj sam spomenul tu...ja bi htel da su ve ljetni praznici poceli, onda
bi mogel delati kaj god mi padne na pamet, kaj inace ve vec delam, al to isto
nije bitno... bas me zanima kolko bum ja jos nebitnih stvari nabrojil
do kraja, i zanima kad bu kraj toga kaj ja ve pisem,i zanima me dal to
mozda vec neko zna? komlicirano? nije, ono kaj je komplicirano, niti ja
nebrem pretvoriti u rijeci, al kaj je najsmesnije, to su moje rijeci koje
ja sam neznam napisati... ja mislim da stanke nesmem raditi jer mi se onda
cela glava resetira i moram pocet sve isponova... zakej ja znam pisati...
zakej je neko glup? neznam, nije bitno...
mislim da bi trebal prekinuti, vec mi se ovak i onak neda a i kasno je...
a glava me boli...

02.11.2005. u 23:11 • 1 KomentaraPrint#

danas su prešla 4 dana odmora, jebiga, htel sam opet zahvaliti nekome za lepi razgovor u ponedjeljak na groblju... to sam ti baš trebal reći i to hititi van iz sebe... fala ti...
ovo kaj se tiče Ireninoga novoga posta, to mi je drago da je napokon neko nekaj rekel, jel je ta osoba polako prešla sve granice... tak da ja za tu osobu polako, ali sigurno, gubim interes...

inače je se vredu, starci su podnošljivi, subota je bila zakon, napokon smo svi pak pili skupa, i daj KoLi nej drugi put razlejati 3 čaše bambusa...hehehehe...

jučer je bil dan mrtvih, atmosfera je bila doslovno mrtva sve do navečer, kad sam otišel do Irene, koja je bila sama doma z sestrom, inače sumnjam da bi išel da su joj starci bili doma, makar mi se to v ponedjeljak dogodilo... al nikaj zato, bu ona i moje upoznala, a to jedva čekam....

02.11.2005. u 10:40 • 1 KomentaraPrint#

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STAIND & INCUBUS

I MISS YOU - INCUBUS

To see you when I wake up
Is a gift I didn’t think could be real.
To know that you feel the same as I do
Is a three-fold, utopian dream.
You do something to me that I can’t explain.
So would I be out of line if I said,
I miss you.
I see your picture,
I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days,
but already I’m wasting away.
I know I’ll see you again
Whether far or soon.
But I need you to know that I care
And I miss you.


IT'S BEEN A WHILE - STAIND

It’s been a while
Since I could...
Hold my head up high
It’s been a while
Since I first saw you
It’s been a while
Since I could stand
On my own two feet again
And it’s been a while
Since I could call you

And everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
Consequences that I’ve rendered
Have stretched myself beyond my means

It’s been a while
Since I could say
That I wasn’t addicted
It’s been a while
Since I could say
I loved myself as well and...
It’s been a while
Since I’ve gone and fucked things up
Just like I always do
It’s been a while
But all that shit seems to disappear when I’m with you

And everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
Consequences that I’ve rendered
Gone and fucked things up again... again

Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day
But then I go an fuck things up again

It’s been a while
Since I could...
Look at myself straight
It’s been a while
Since I said I’m sorry
It’s been a while
Since I’ve seen the way
The candles light your face
It’s been a while
But I can still
Remember just the way you taste

Everything I can remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
To me... I know this pain
Can I blame this on my father?
He did the best he could for me

It’s been a while
Since I could...
Hold my head up high
It’s been a while
Since I said I’m sorry


OUTSIDE - STAIND


And you bring me to my knees, again
All this time that I could beg you please, in vain
All the times that I felt insecure, for you
And I leave my burdens at the door

I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
’cause inside you’re ugly
Ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you

All this time that I felt like this wont end
It’s for you
And I taste what I could never have
Was from you
All those times that I tried
My intentions
Full of pride
And I waste more time than anyone

I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Cause inside you’re ugly
Ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you

All the times that I cried
All this wastin
It’s all inside
And I feel all this pain
Stuffed it down
It’s back again
And I lie here in bed
All alone
I cant mend but I feel
Tomorrow will be okay

I’m on the outside
I’m looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
Inside you’re ugly
Ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you