svi smo mi kreteni svoje vrste
28.08.2005., nedjelja
nedjelja je...
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i moja stara je luda... ulazi u sobu i s vrata mi vec daje zadatke... -operi kupaonu -odi rucak napravi -prasinu pobrisi -posaugaj reko, daj mama sredi se, nedjelja je.. vrijeme za spavanje, izlezavanje, nerad.. sve osim ikakvih fizicki napornih funkcija.. evo je opet.. -idi psa proseci... isss..budem budem.. just live me alone for few hours :D fakat mi se nis neda.. dan je pospan i ljen.. slusam muse i dobri su mi skroz.. zvoni telefon.. kava? neda mi se.. fakat cu se ukiselit.. skoro pa je 15h i ja jos uvijek uzivam u pidjami, nepocesljana, hladna kava, pljuga, cedevita... dobro je! zasto nedelja ne traje tjedan dana?! glupog li pitanja.. eh, pogledah jucer odlican dokumentarac o Romima, pretty Dyana... zakon! fakat su spaljeni do bola. ahmmmm..neartikulirani zvukovi... idem.. odoh.. neda mi se..al bas nis.. idem telefonirat :D |
- 14:42 - Komentari (1) - Isprintaj - #
27.08.2005., subota
here comes the rain again
opet kisa...sva sam pekmezava kad pada kisa, samo bi se mazila i izlezavala.. razmisljam ( cudno ,al istinito) kolko mi zene padamo na neke glupe spike.. no nema veze... danas sam se odlucila uzivat u malim stvarima.. slusam muziku koju nisam slusala sto godina i full mi pashe.. Prepustam se zvukovima gitare i bubnjeva.. joj kak brijem.. fakat sam pekmezava.. pricala sam danas s frendom kojeg nisam vidla ni cula sto godina.. uzasno je dobar osjecaj cut nekog dragog i moc pricat s njim kao da ste se jucer culi. s malo ljudi imam takvu povezanost i to je odlicno.. upravo mi je dosla majka u sobu da nek idem napravit neki kolac.. neda mi se nis danas radit... hocu uzivat u nicemu... selit se s kreveta na stolac... eventualno otic po sok i promjenit muziku.. zapalit cigaretu iskljucit telefone iskljucit net iskljucit sebe i mastat.... |
- 15:49 - Komentari (1) - Isprintaj - #
25.08.2005., četvrtak
goddamn headache
vec 5 dana me boli glava...pa koji k?!?!??! nit sam pod stresom, nit sam depresivna, nis.. sve je 5!!! pas mater i glavobolji i onome ko ju zmislil!! |
- 09:13 - Komentari (6) - Isprintaj - #
18.08.2005., četvrtak
in the middle of the clouds
opet se osjecam ko dijete..svaka zraka sunca mi donosi srecu, ma nemrem ja to opisat jer bum zvucala ko zna kak.. al fakat je tak.. imam energije too much, i to pozitivne.. hiperaktivna i nenormalna zakaj? neam pojma... mozda sam konacno stavila zavrsnu rijec i zatvorila jedan dio svog zivota..pustila ga da polako odlazi u dubinu gdje ce i ostati.. nikad zaboravljen, al vise kao prepreka koju sam presla da bi mogla dalje uh uh... fakat se dobro osjecam.. i to vec tjedan i pol!! maybe I am in love :D who knows :D nemam nikog, al imam osjecaj da se nesto desava.. fakat si zvucim ko napaljena teenejderka :D ustvari taj osjecaj koji sad imam je posljedica mogucnosti da ipak postoji jos ljudi koji se znaju dobro zajebavat, da nije sve tak crno i da je svijet ma kakav god on bio ipak lijep na sebi svojstven nacin. i da, fakat dajem ostavku kao odrasla osoba :) RESIGNATION I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again. I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks. I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them. I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day. I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables, and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible. I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again. I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness, and loss of loved ones. I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind, and making angels in the snow. So . . . here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my RRSP statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause........ ......"Tag! You're it." |
- 17:15 - Komentari (6) - Isprintaj - #
17.08.2005., srijeda
sunny days
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The papers you've arranged In a sense they're strange They speak to me like constellations as we lie here There's a magic I can't hold Your smile of honey gold And that you never seem to be in short supply of Oooooh So baby let's get it on Drinkin' wine and killin' time Sitting in the summer sun You know I've wanted you so long Why'd you have to drop that bomb on me The lazy days Crazy dolls You said we've been friends for too long Seven days in sunny June But long enough to bloom The flowers on the sunlight dress you wore in spring The way we laughed as one And then you dropped the bomb But I know you too long for us to have a thing Gotta get this The stories in your eyes Tell of silent wings You fly away on Seven days in sunny June But long enough to bloom The flowers on that sunbeamed dress you wore in spring Yeah yeah The way we laughed as one Why did you drop that bomb on me |
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12.08.2005., petak
opet kaos
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ahm..potreba za pisanjem,pricanjem..necim.. bijah na moru 3 tjedna.. vratih se sva zbunjena i umorna.. shvatih da sam preemotivna i da me fakat svasta lako ponese.. al je to dobar feeling i dobro mi je tak. mislim da toga nema da bi m i zivot bio full isprazan :D potreban mi je stres- koji mazohizam. ustvari ne stres kao nesto lose, nego kao nesto iz cega svaki put naucim nesto, nesto sto svaki put stavlja moje mogucnosti na procjenu. joj, fakat ga blebecem... nema veze.. dobro je :) uglavnom htjedoh rec svasta i sad sam zaboravila bit svega :D |
- 17:57 - Komentari (2) - Isprintaj - #
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************************** One Lonely Visitor-Chevelle Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Knew you were here, Sister confirms suspicions, And beside the note, You left on my bed Where I held you so close. Did you think I'd forget? Couldn't be more of a mess, For to breathe, Used to be another way, I'd take you in. Well it's time to wake up, And separate feelings That I keep falling into. Each seem like good reasons, That I feel a break down, I don't care if it shows up, I'm praying this for you, 'Til it's answered I'll say. Now it seems there's a choice, That began with a break, So today, Know that never again, Will I know you that way. Well it's time to wake up, And separate feelings That I keep falling into. Each seem like good reasons, I'm gonna break down, I don't care if it shows up, I'm praying this for you, 'Til it's answered I'll say. Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? Am I alone in here? ***************************
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ssuzyf@gmail.com **************************** m.twain da je covjeka stvorio covjek, sramio bi se njegovog ponasanja! ako se prisjetimo da smo svi pomalo ludi, zagonetke nestaju i zivot postaje razumljiv. |
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