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Ej, folks… damn, kak mi je dosadno… 
marek mi je prešel u Fukovar na natjecanje, DRŽAVNO natjecanje (kak je on pametan ajme… :) ) iz religijskog odgoja i kulture… tak da sam do četvrtka, uz malo sreće možda ipak samo do srijede, bez njega! Alone… lost… confused… neam od kog prepisat zadaću iz fize… neam koga tući… ccc… ma, moram se ja prvo zahvaliti svojoj muzi, danas mi je nekaj objašnjavala kak zračunati gravitaciju nečega na 2000 km od nečega i prepisala sam od nje zadaću… puno ti hvala muzo :)
I onda… hm, tak mi se neak niš neda… već 2 subote za redom nisam bila vani, već mi se i majka zabrinula… :) al jednostavno mi se… NEDA…. I u četvrtak nismo imali latinskog 
*bin sehr sehr traurig* , a to je jedini predmet, btw, zbog kojeg ja još idem u školu! :)
Al dobro… inače, iam feeling da se sve neak vraća u normalu… damn, opet smo ja i šalica na "ti" i išel je jedan dan s nama doma :) i tak…. :) *sehr sehr froh* 
ah, ni fizu me nebude više pitala *aber wirklich froh*… 
ma supač mi je… jedino još hrvacki moram odgovarati *šajze* 
Danas sam gotovo pa i zaspala na hrvackom… al ova se neda… još moramo i lektiru odgovarati… i to zadnji tjedan… mislim, pa ko pita zadnji tjedan, ono!?! Zna se. Hello, propuh, ha? Ma neda nam mira, al ga fakat neda. Do kraja. Samoga. Samog samcatog kraja. Zadnjeg dana… đizs… al dobro, sutra pišemo kemiju *yuhu*… ma okej je ovaj tjedan… kaj još pišemo… da, i biologiju i informatiku i latinski… ma sve za pet… glavno da nema hrvackog i povjesti :P
Ponovno sam toalka opsjednuta COF-om :) …. Već su mi 69 ajs dosadili… ma sve mi je dosadilo… bleeeeeeeefffff…. Jedva čekam ferje… e, onda ću samo… SPAVATI… po cjele dane… juuuuuuhuuuuuu….. *freue mich*
A niš… idem si sredit nokte pa idem malo svirat pa idem spat… ak ću moć zaspat od dosade…
CRADLE OF FILTH
Coffin Fodder
The time has come
To rise again
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll
Ten thousand fold
Their world will never take me
They will never desecrate my soul
The stars I have grasped
Are so far lonely constellations
And wishing on those stars
My spirit bars annihilation
From earthen miseries
Hosts of most fell forms of greed
Ghosts of pearly gate remissions
Forever haunting me
Slit the witch and watch him bleed
As with any inquisition
Lying from the start
The preachers piled their craft
Scoffing elder glories
And dying, I depart
To make their sunken hearts
A coffin for their stories
The time is past
The falter when
Freedom slips my sombre pen
And the gates to wolves break open then
My feelings may
Seem constant prey
But claws no more will rake me
Those whores have fled to darker days
Above and beyond
I have wronged in my position
But now the winds are strong
To soar from Babel's vision
Of cutthroat jealousies
Dock to dock these mongrels breed
Dogs of fogged derision
Pacing, soon to be
Back to pack mentality
When my killing moon is risen
Trying from the start
These creatures of the dark
Were quaffing morning glories
And dying, I depart
To make their drunken hearts
A coffin for their stories
Innovation in ovation
Imagination stirs
Somewhere the dusk is lining
Red the shore of a roaring sea
And though loved there is someone pining
For the waves of blood to run and rescue me:
The time has come
To rise again
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll
Ten thousand fold
Their world will never take me
They will never desecrate my soul
Their world will never break me
They will never desecrate my soul
Post je objavljen 15.05.2006. u 16:08 sati.