ponedjeljak, 20.11.2006.

Ponedjeljak

Čudno,a li danas se nisam osjećala "ponedjeljkasto" kako to inače biva. Od simptoma "ponedjeljka" imala sam jedino onaj teškog ustajanja, ali razlog tomu je što sam noćas bila do kaasno budna (do 22:30). Nakon toga krenuh na poslić i skoro poludih kao i svaki dan. U četvrtak sam se tješila da je kraj tjedna, te da zato ima puno posla i da će u petak biti lakše, jer je ipak petak, zadnji radni dan u tjednu, kad ono u petak još luđa situacija (u nekom trenutku sam bila čak na rubu suza) i svi me tješe, kako moram izdržati, kako slijedi vikend i kako ću se odmoriti. I tako tješim i ja sebe, i govorim si rano ujutro: "M. samo polako, nemoj se nikamo žuriti, pusti da stvari idu svojim tokom, napravi koliko stigneš, bla bla bla...". Sve se to odjednom promjenilo kada sam vidla svoj radni stol obljepljen svakojakim šarenim Post-itima: "M. molim te odmah pošalji ovo..." "M. molim te provjeri ono...". Unatoč tome, pokušavam ostat sabrana još neko vrijeme, ali oko 10:30 sve krene naopako. Jednostavno je nemoguće ostati priseban i staložen, a da ne govorim o odlasku na vrijeme doma (možda jednog dana kada dobijem unaprijeđenje... naughty). Govorim to zato što sam ja inače osoba koja voli raditi, koja voli biti korisna, a koja nevoli ljenčariti i dangubiti na poslu, no kada čovjek dođe u takvu fazu da ne stigne oprati ruke, da ne stigne otići na Wc, onda mi se to stvarno čini kao problem. Još vas više deprimira to kada naravno "netko" nezna cjeniti vaš trud, te ispada kao da zapravo ništa korisno niste napravili. Ma ja niti ne tražim da mi netko skida hvalospjeve, samo ne želim da me se podcjenjuje. Ako me ne želiš pohvalit, onda me nemoj ni kuditi. Hm.. Ali mislim da to više ne utječe toliko na mene, ne toliko koliko je to utjecalo prvih radnih mjeseci. Ostane mi to u glavi, ali si mislim " Ma baš me briga, pokazat ću vam ja. Ako me vi neznate cjeniti, u najgorem slučaju naći će netko tko će možda znati." Žao mi je možda zato što sam shvatila da stvarno volim svoj posao, da stvarno uživam u tome što radim, i moglo bi zaista biti sve super da imam bar malu podršku nekog sa strane. No dobro, možda se i to promjeni... Ipak treba zaslužiti povjerenje, samo što to očito traje...rolleyes
Sad ću fino još malo surfati,a onda se idem baciti u kadu kipuće vode, joj obožavam se prekuhavati u vrućoj vodi! smijeh Nakon toga ću se natrackati s kremicom, pa ravno u krevetić! Al prije toga ću malo zezati mog najdražeg mišića!

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Volim papati okruglice od kruha sa umakom od tikvica
Najlepši aftić: Volvo v70xc, c70, xc90 (ma cijela kolekcija), Subaru Forester, Impreza, Legacy...
Najviše me se dojmila reklama za Subaru; Unchain your heart...
Star a brand new life style with... the
Forester
Najlepša boja mi je Smeđa
Najlepše godišnje doba mi je Zima, ponajviše zbog tog nekog melankoličnog ugođaja
Od sportova pratim skijanje, skijaške skokove, hokej na ledu, WRC Rally
Najbolji i najdraži sportaši su mi je Kjetil Andre Aamodt, Lasse Ottesen, Andy Goldberger, Alexei Morozov, Alexei Yashin, Ole Gunnar Solskjaer, RB...
Najdraže Olimpijske igre su mi one iz Nagana 1998 god.
Baš mi se sviđa prošlogodišnja danska pjesma sa Eurosonga "Talking To You"
Najromantičnija pjesma "Have I Told You Lately"
Pjesma koju trenutno najviše slušam..hm.."Cars and Girls"- Prefab Sprout
Najbolji političar bi bio Jamie Shea
Kao mala htjela sam postati vojni pilot, a najbolji vojni avion mi je F-16
Najbolja knjiga "Can You Feel The Silence"- Clinton Heylin
Obožavam gledat Gilmoreice, a kaj ću kad volim sladunjave serije, a i filmove.
Najsmješniji film mi je "As Good As It Gets


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DICOGRAPHY

PAY THE DEVIL
2006

MAGIC TIME
2005

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE?
2003

DOWN THE ROAD
2002

THE SKIFFLE SESSIONS
2000

BACK ON TOP
1999

THE PHILOSOPHERS STONE
1998

TELL ME SOMETHING
1996

HEALING GAME
1996

HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
1995

DAYS LIKE THIS
1995

A NIGHT IN SAN FRANCISCO
1994

TOO LONG IN EXILE
1993

THE BEST OF ... VOLUME 2
1993

HYMNS TO THE SILENCE
1991

THE BEST OF ... VOLUME 1
1990

ENLIGHTENMENT
1990

AVALON SUNSET
1989

IRISH HEARTBEAT
1988

POETIC CHAMPIONS COMPOSE
1987

NO GURU, NO METHOD, NO TEACHER
1986

A SENSE OF WONDER
1985

LIVE AT THE GRAND OPERA HOUSE
1984

INARTICULATE SPEECH OF THE HEART
1983

BEAUTIFUL VISION
1982

COMMON ONE
1980

INTO THE MUSIC
1979

WAVELENGTH
1978

A PERIOD OF TRANSITION
1977

IT'S TOO LATE TO STOP NOW
1974

VEEDON FLEECE
1974

HARD NOSE THE HIGHWAY
1973

SAINT DOMINIC'S PREVIEW
1972

TUPELO HONEY
1971

HIS BAND AND THE STREET CHOIR
1970

MOONDANCE
1970

ASTRAL WEEKS
1968

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*IN THE GARDEN LIRICS*

The streets are always wet with rain
After a summer shower when I saw you standin'
In the garden in the garden wet with rain

You wiped the teardrops from your eye in sorrow
As we watched the petals fall down to the ground
And as I sat beside you I felt the
Great sadness that day in the garden

And then one day you came back home
You were a creature all in rapture
You had the key to your soul
And you did open that day you came back to the garden

The olden summer breeze was blowin' on your face
The light of God was shinin' on your countenance divine
And you were a violet colour as you
Sat beside your father and your mother in the garden

The summer breeze was blowin' on your face
Within your violet you treasure your summery words
And as the shiver from my neck down to my spine
Ignited me in daylight and nature in the garden

And you went into a trance
Your childlike vision became so fine
And we heard the bells inside the church
We loved so much
And felt the presence of the youth of
Eternal summers in the garden

And as it touched your cheeks so lightly
Born again you were and blushed and we touched each other lightly
And we felt the presence of the Christ

And I turned to you and I said
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the father in the garden

No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father and the
Son and the Holy Ghost
In the garden wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost
In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain
No Guru, no method, no teacher
Just you and I and nature
And the Father in the garden


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Rise To The Occasion

I can see it in your eyes
You need a friend tonight
'Cause someone broke your heart in two
You need a volunteer
To wipe away your tears
Someone who will resue you

Your whole world is tumbling down
Can't get your feet on solid ground
You're looking for someone
Someone you know, you can count on

I'll rise to the occasion
Help me through the situation
I'll be your inspiration
Yeah, I'll rise to the occasion, oh

No memories to shake
No promises to break
Just tender love and honestly
I can offer you so much
And I feel it when we touch
Maybe this was meant to be
I'm gonna share a secret with you
My heart's been broken too
I'm looking for someone
Someone I know I can count on

Take to heart this invitation
So won't you rise to the occasion
Help me through the situation
You can be my inspiration
Take to heart this invitation
Come on come on baby, ooh

Come on Buddy get with the beat
I don't know what you mean

Get with the beat - I'm a little rusty on it
Don't touch that
I know I know you gonna dig this
Pump pump pump up that bass
Dig this

Rise to the occasion
We'll get through this situation
Be each other's inspiration
I'll rise to the occasion
I'll give you real apprecation
I'll be your inspiration

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An Old Story

Strange that I did not know him then,
That friend of mine!
I did not even show him then
One friendly sign;

But cursed him for the ways he had
To make me see
My envy of the praise he had
For praising me.

I would have rid the earth of him
Once, in my pride! . . .
I never knew the worth of him
Until he died.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

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