...one last goodbye...

18.03.2008., utorak

drugo/drugacije misljenje...


hej....
kako sam rekao u komovima proslog posta,, 2-3 dana nisam nista napisao i odmah je panika!!!
dobro ljudi,, nemojte samo galamiti... evo krecem....

ovih dana,, malo previse stvari se dogadja,,, i to kazem nakon dugo vremena,, a jos je vaznije, da je to nakon dugo vremena da mi se dogadjaju samo lijepe stvari... ((znam da cu ovim sada to sve "izmalerisat", ali jebi ga...))...
tolika zaokupljenost svime, da nemam vremena ni sjesti za komp,, sjediti nekih sat vremena i pisati post... a onda znas da je muka!! hehehehehee... samo sto dodjem,, pregledam postu,, pregledam blogove nekih dragih ljudi,, procitam vijesti i to je to...
cijelo vrijeme neke "pizdarije"... evo najnovija,, jucer mi dosao mali bratic iz njemacke... on i njegovi roditelji... decko je,, kako sam to jednoj osobi rekao,, "pain in the ass".. da odmah razjasnim,, nista lose!! hihihi.... samo je mali naporan,,

"djecko?! nemoj bit naporan!! oduzmi liniju!! ima'l tanje?? djecko!?! imal tebi mame!? daj mamu malo vamo!!""

dobro,, to je iz one pizdarije sa mobitela,, ali dobro... mali uci vec nekoliko godina engleski,, i onda, kada on i ja pricamo,, ja njemu pricam sve na engleski,, a on meni kombinaciju engleskog i njemackog,, ali onog bayern njemackog,, rastezanje, "preseravanje" ((kao nasi zagrebcani..)) u govoru,, i to bude jaaako naporno... tko ne vjeruje,, nek dodje... hihihihi...
a ne prestaje mljeti.. hihihi...

ali dobro,, izdrzim ja to sve,, ipak je klinjo legenda...
samo,, nesto mu ne mogu oprostiti...
alergican je na macju dlaku,, pa sam ja MORAO svoje mace "izbaciti" iz stana,, i sada su dole,, u hladnoj supi,, vani kisa,,, smrc... jadnice moje male... a kod mene u stanu toplo,, a ne smiju biti gore... smrc...
ali dobro,, sutra ide kuci,, pa ce onda moje mackice opet gore,, na uzivanje...


eto,, to je trenutna okupacija,,, dobro,, gore sam rekao da su samo lijepe stvari... NISU!! nije nista prestrasno,, samo me opet jebu moja ledja ((sjebana upravo kod klinje u njemackoj!)),, vec nekoliko dana me i koljeno zajebava,, i da nas na treningu,, jos dobijem loptom u stomak,, izbije mi zrak,, drame!! i smirim se malo,, nastavim trenirati,, i odmah prva sljedeca lopta,, TUP u .......
e da,, bas tamo... gdje muskarca najvise boli!! promijenio sve boje,, opsovao sve moguce...
ali dobro,, proslo je... samo... boli!! hehehehe...


a sada,,,

ne znam da li si citao moj cijeli blog,, ali nekoliko sam puta vec pisao o toj osobi... to je djevojka koja mi je pomogla kada mi je bilo najteze... neko vrijeme nakon ONOG dana i nesrece,, upoznao sam nju,, samo preko msn-a ((nazalost.. ali obecao sam da cu to promijeniti!))... djevojka koja me doslovno spasila nekoliko puta,, i tjerala me da nastavim dalje,, kako - tako...
djevojka se zove Anđela,,

osoba kojoj mogu reci sve,, i osoba koja ce me uvijek saslusati... samo,,, u jednoj stvari se nikada nismo mogli naci... a to je vjera i bog...
jer kao sto znas,, ja u boga ne vjerujem vec nekoliko godina,, za razliku od nje,, koja ga obozava,, i doslovno zivi po njegovim pravilima...
nekoliko puta smo cak imali i svadju zbog toga svega,, ali naravno sve rijeseno...
=)

i neki dan sam ju zamolio da mi nesto napise,, nesto svoje.,,, i ona mi je to napravila... na cemu sam ti jaaako zahvalan...
pa evo,, da vidite nesto,, nesto suprotno mojem razmisljanju,, nesto sto prica o necemu sto nikada nije bilo na mom blogu,, ali eto,,, nikada ne reci nikada! zar ne?!

e da,, sada sam se sjetio... dare,, zivio ti care!! vidio sam komm,, thanks...
jer sam izgubio tvoj blog,, i nisam ga nikako mogao naci,, sada napokon opet imam...


procitaj to,, iiiiii uzivaj mi,,
sto drugo reci??

see ya....




Zasto mi nitko ranije nije dosao? Zasto me nitko nije zagrlio i rekao: ne boj se, ja te necu ostaviti...?! Zasto nikog nije bilo onda, sjecas li se uopce kad? Onda kad mi je zivot o niti visio, kad je sve bilo tako mracno. Covjece! Zasto nisi upalio svjetlo, zasto me nisi cvrsto zagrlio, da osjetim kako zajedno jecamo, da smo jedno. Zasto si otisao, covjece bijedni?? Zasto mi nisi rekao da ce sve jednom proci, da ce ovaj mrak jednom morati umrijeti?! Zasto sam ja morala umrijeti prva?? Zasto si pustio moju drhtavu ruku, a ja sam te preklinjala da ostanes... Nisi se niti osvrnuo da me zadnji put vidis. Sto je?? Nisi me mogao pogledati u oci?
Da manje boli?? Zato ti i pisem ovo pismo koje nikad neces procitati, ali to i nije vazno. Samo sam ti htjela reci, covjece, da sam umrla... Umirala sam dugo, bolno, u agoniji. Vise zato sto si me ti ostavio, nego zbog besmisla koje se rodilo prije... Sve je postajalo tako hladno, moje se srce vise nije opiralo, moja se dusa nije borila... Bila sam usred nicega... A tebe nije bilo, tvoja savjest se utopila u krivnji... I ona se prestala boriti. Ti si me zaboravio, vise te nije zanimalo, ti si nastavio zivjeti. Moje mrtvo tijelo bezivotno je lezalo u jazu ocaja. Ali, odjednom, svjetlost neobjasnjiva, toplina vjecnosti i miris spasenja. Covjek u bijelom priđe mi, uzme me za ruke, podigne i zagrli cvrsto. Nije me pustao... Usnama nista nije govorio, ali Njegova mi dusa govorase jasno: „Ne boj se, dijete moje, ja te nisam ostavio!“. I duse nam se zagrlise, On mi suze brisase, ali sada suze radosnice. Drzao me cvrsto, tako brizno da srce mi htjede umrijeti od ljubavi. Uskrsnula sam, prijatelju i vise nisam sama! Vise se ne bojim, jer, Gospodin je moja snaga, utjeha, moja radost, moj razlog, moje jutro, smijeh, odgovor, moj oslonac, moj Prijatelj! Covjece, sada je Isus moje sve! =)


Za sve duse koje cekaju uskrsnuce, zelim im da ga u Isusu ovog Uskrsa dozive!

Sretan vam svima Uskrs! =)





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sve... i nista...

nemam pojma sto pisati... vidjet ces... nadam se da ce tu biti svega..

vremena se nadam da imam, volje bas i nemam, ali to je i glavni pokretac svega ovoga... jer zbog bezvoljnosti, praznine i svega toga sam se i odlucio na ovo...

sada, evo nakon 2 mjeseca pauze... vratio sam se i ja... znam da sam malo zapustio, ali promijenit cu se ja... hehehehe... vazno je obecati,, a da li ces ispuniti, ma tko te pita....




ako me trebas, evo... javi se...


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All the hate that feeds your needs
All the sickness you conceive
All the horror you create
Will bring you to your knees

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I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all that I'll be...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

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I see a girl in the night with a baby in her hands
Under an old street light, oh, near a garbage can
Now she put her kid away, she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life, and what she's done with it
That's one more kid, that'll never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool

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Don't even think about reachin' me, I won't be home
Don't even think about stoppin' by, don't think of me at all
I did, what I had to do, if there was a reason, it was you...

Don't even think about gettin' inside
Voices in me head...ooh, voices
I got scratches, all over my arms
One for each day, since I fell apart

I did...oh, what I had to do, if there was a reason, it was you

Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you...
Pictures on my chest, it was you, it was you...

I did, what I had to do... and if there was a reason
Oh, there wasn't no reason, no
And if, there's something you'd like to do
Just let me continue, to blame you

Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you...
Pictures on my chest, it was you, you...

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I admit it...what's to say...
I'll relive it...without pain...mmm...
Backstreet lover on the side of the road
I got a bomb in my temple that is gonna explode
I got a sixteen gauge buried under my clothes, I pray...
Once upon a time I could control myself
Once upon a time I could lose myself

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Is something wrong, she said
Well of course there is
You're still alive, she said
And do I deserve to be
Is that the questionpar
And if so...if so...who answers?? who answers??

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Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb...in bloom

Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won't let himself be

Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, losin' control
I'd like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they've put all
The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
of my feelings beneath

Oh I want to be inside of you

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I will light the match this mornin', so I won't be alone
Watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone

I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam
I will make my way, through, one more day in Hell...
How much difference does it make


I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
I'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired
I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey, I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind
How much difference does it make
Mmm, how much difference does it make...how much difference...

I'll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference
How much difference does it make


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