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nedjelja, 25.02.2007.

e pa evo i mene

sve po starom
osim

sto nisam single

i sto u ponedjeljak - ilitiga sutra pocinje fax

i nesto nije posteno - gladna sam dok ovo pisem

ja pisem svake prijestupne ali citam vase blogove redovito
tako da

5 stvari koje niste znali o meni

mislim da oni koji se druze sa mnom znaju sve o meni ali evo neke gluposti

1 dvama likovima koji su mi se svidali sam rekla to mrtva pijana sms-om i majlom - i rezultat - duplo nista

2 kad sam beba jos u rodilistu jedna me zena ukrala ali su je uhvatili malo prije nego sto je izisla iz bolnice

3 mrzim mast, uzasno me gadi

4 imaju dvije stvari kojih se bojim - da cu ostat sama i da cu bit enormno debela

5 zaljubljena sam

that's all folks

ciao

četvrtak, 15.02.2007.

hvala

e pa svima koji ce se prepoznati u ovome


hvala


shvatite ovo hvala kao iskreno ili kao satiricno
vas izbor

ponedjeljak, 22.01.2007.

.....again and again.....

again

i trusted
i tried
but aagin i was hurt
i'm in the same bottomless pit
like last year
like two weeks ago
the same
the same
why
i opened myself
i let down my guard
i got hooked again
and was left hanging
i'm trying so hard not to fall into the abyss

this goes out
this goes out to nobody
cause there's nobody there for me

nobody
nobody
and nothing

nedjelja, 17.09.2006.

M. A. Z. A

izvađen iz zaborava modre tisine
sad stojis sam okupan bijelinom
hladnom bjelinom
zapljuskivan valovima
rijeci koje ne razumijes
sjecas li se tko si bio
dok stojis tako
praznog pogleda
zarobljen
razoruzan
zaustavljen
za vjecnost



e pa da se javim - nista nova, ne dajem dovoljno ispita, neke su mi pomaknuli, ali zato sam bila u arheoloskom muzeju i vidila apoksiomena - veoma zgodan

pozdrav do skora

pusa

utorak, 15.08.2006.

so hard to move on

It's been ages since I last wrote. I don’t know why it took me so long. I hope you haven’t forgotten about me – I am still alive, I assure you

So what has been going on with me – same old stuff… I’ve been happy, I’ve been sad, I’ve been alone, I’ve cried ……….

And what are tears? Little drops of heaven, the excess of us we simply cannot keep within ourselves, the excess of our emotions. I wonder if tears created during different emotions taste differently. And do other people’s tears taste differently…..

Well don’t mind me

I don’t know what to do, I sort of have a choice, I can be one thing or I can be another thing, but whichever I choose I’ll end up hurting people around me. And those that know me know that I would never hurt anyone willingly, especially those I love, those that mean something to me. Well, those around me seem not to care about me sometimes. They do stuff without thinking, and I think about stuff, over and over and over again just to make sure they will be ok.

I don’t know

I don’t know

I am afraid it’s an empty, empty cage I’m living in. No, that’s not true, I am the empty cage


I am afraid that I have loved once (It was all so different then) and let it slip through my fingers, let him slip through my fingers. And now there’s no turning back. And I’m afraid he loved me too. It felt like that. You know, to be loved, it’s that strange feeling, that you do not feel right away but if that is taken from you, you will know you felt it. Sad, to know that only after it’s gone


Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK
There’s always some reason to feel not good enough
And it’s hard at the end of the day


So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There’s vultures and the thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack


So hard to move on

srijeda, 26.07.2006.

brave new world

i tako ja se kuham ko jaje utvrdo na ovoj paklenskoj sparini. nije suncano ovdje u mene u sobi, ali je VRUCE, JAKO VRUCE. a da sve bude i zanimljivije NAHLADILA sam se. to samo ja mogu. nahladit se na plus 30 u hladu!!!!!!!

a nisam ni pocrnila, ni pocrvenila, iako sam koristila zastitni faktor 2, 2, to ne stiti ni od svjetla zarulje, a ja sam bila na suncu od 3 do 5 i 30. mislim da je dejan trebao koristit to!!!

ili sam ja mozda samo toliko bijela da je i sunce odustalo.

e, i sanjala sam jako dobar san

glavi akteri ja i matej skaro
mjesto radnje dubrovnik u buducnosti, s puno tunela, elektroniziranih vrata, i JAKO puno turista. grad je izgledao dobro,samo se ja nisam bas snalazila. kao da me godinama nije bilo tamo.

i tako matej i ja sa onim velikim ruksacima za kampiranja ili sto vec ne. i sjedimo na ovom malom trgu s predivnim pogledom na gradsku luku i pijemo najbolju bijelu kavu u povijesti svemira. smijemo se turistima a nakon toga setamo gradom.

nista posebno ali morali ste bit tamo da vidite kako je bilo savrseno - super grad, zalazak sunca, odlicna kava, zabavan prijatelj, ma super

a sad malo manje leprsava tema

u afganistanu opet uvode regulacije svega - 5 godina nakon uspostavljanja "civilizacije" i par tisuca mrtvih nakon sve je ponovo back to square one

u iraku izbija pravi gradanski rat

u iranu svi samo cekaju kad ce amrerikanci doc i tamo uvest "Civilizaciju"

a izrael, pazi ovo napada libanion i zapadnu obalu, boreci se protiv palestinaca, hamasa i hezbolaha. ali naravno da je i un na strani njihovih neprijatelja pa su bacili bombe (OBRATITE POZORNOST NA MNOZINU; I TO NIJE BILO SAMO JEDNOM VEC U VISE NAVRATA; NEGDJE SAM U DALJINI CULA BROJKU CETRNAEST; I ONDA KAZU DA JE TO BILO SLUCAJNO; MA SLUCAJNO MY ASS) na njihove zgrade i pritom ubili cetiri "plave kacige"

sve u svemu

what a wonderful world

(i see friends shaking hands
saying how do you do
they're really saying i love you)

we all wish that, and pray for that, but right now there is no visible end to all the killings

with hope for a better tomorrow i leave you with this

It Can’t Rain All The Time

We walked the narrow path,
Beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
Between the darkness and light.
Do you have faith
In what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
When we cannot see.

I her pounding feet in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the women crying and the,
And the children know that there,
That there's something wrong,
And it’s hard to believe that love will prevail.

Oh, it won’t rain all the time.
The sky won’t fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won’t fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
And I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me
Is there something more to believe in?
Or is this all there is?

In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it’s,
It’s so hard to believe that love will prevail.


Oh, it won’t rain all the time.
The sky won’t fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
Your tears won’t fall, your tears won’t fall, your tears won’t fall
Forever.

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
You took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
And telling me to still believe.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which wee see
Our darkest of sadness.

Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cries again for you were gone.
Oh, can you her me?

It won’t rain all the time.
The sky won’t fall forever.
Although the night seems long,
Your tears won’t fall forever.
It won’t rain all the time.
The sky won’t fall forever.
Although the night seems long,
Your tears won’t fall, your tears won’t fall,
Your tears won’t fall
Forever.

subota, 22.07.2006.

valovi skoljke i morske alge

Sjedim i gledam
Ništa novo
Svaki dan isto
Plavo i plavo
Oko mene nepoznati ljudi
Nepoznati jezici
Oni znaju zašto su ovdje
A ja
Što ja radim ovdje
Zašto sam ja ovdje
Da se sunčam?
Da plivam?
Ne
Ne želim to za sebe
Želim nešto više
Ali kako to objasnit drugima
Kako to objasnit samoj sebi
Znam što ne želim
I mislim da znam što želim ali
Znam i da ću odbacit to ako to dobijem
Takva sam
Još nisam naišla na nešto što sam željela
I odlučila ili mogla zadržat
Ali ima nade
Zar ne?

Zar ne?

Jeste li primjetili da
ako hodate ispod vedrog neba
onuda gdje nema rasvjete
i gledate u nebo dok hodate
imate feeling da se uopce ne krecete
i imate onaj osjecaj ko da postojite
ali vas nema

I za kraj Rundek

Sve su moje bivše ljubavi tužne
Zar je to sve bio san
Usred kafane i gužve
Opet sam ostao sam
Odsutne tvoje su oči
Usne ne pružaju slast
Ne pitaj kada ću doći
Prošlo je vrijeme za nas

***
Kada proguta zapad
Obje nebeske lađe
I kada zavlada tmina
Mračna i nevina

Tada se ruke i oči
Duše i tijela traže
Jer je izgubljen put
U procjepu vremena

I sva ta pitanja
Vode do svitanja

Ti što su odgovor znali
Tamo su ostali

A ti sreću suzama zalij
Uzmi a ostavi

nedjelja, 16.07.2006.

bura udara u prozor....

I want to dream away this life
I want to see
the withered flowers
Yellow carnations
tulips red as young blood
The emerald green lakes around me
And who I really am

**********

A conversation by the sea

The wind blows sea drops in my face
Waves crush against the rocks
One
Two
A seagull flies above me
Could you take me with you?
The faraway countries await me…
But will you?
I can't
the blue and blue wait for me
Just one blue waits for me
it will be my mirror
the other one I will leave
will you be there to say goodbye?
We’ll see, we’ll see

********

eto, obecah nekim ljudima da cu nesto svoje stavit na blog - sto ste trazili to ste i dobili.

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i tako ja sinoc dosla doma. lijepo je bit doma iako mi neki ljudi vec fale. u petak je bio malo duzi izlazak - cak sam i plesala. bilo je lijepo, nisam mislila na ispite, nisam mislila na put samo sam uzivala u jako dobrom drustvu (citaj: kefaalagija i jos neki ne-blogisti), i u jako lijepom pogledu. mnogo lijepih primjeraka muskog roda se moglo vidit tamo, meni lijepih, ne dijele moje misljenje bas svi ali to je njihov problem. ja sam uzivala.

i tako nakon sto sam pretrpila visesatno mucenje od strane nadobudnih hrvatskih bendova (jako grozno), na red je dosao ples - i to u mom slucaju i s pripadnikom muskog roda (ako boris ovo cita - Little Green Bag - George Baker Selection i javi se)

i tako malo po malo ja sam se morala oprostit od ljudi na mjesec i po. sa svima osim sa matejem (ili kako se god vec deklinira njegovo ime) s njim sam se oprastala na GODINU DANA!!!!!!! NE MOGU VJEROVAT DA GA TAKO DUGO NECU VIDIT

ali sto ces - valjda cemo prezivit.

i naravno nakon par sati sna ja moram na autobus i 9 sati putovat do dubrovnika. naravno da nije bilo 9, bilo je JEDANAEST, pitate se zasto - pa guzve! a i stajali smo svako 10 minuta jer "mozete mi stat na ovom prosirenju?" "mozemo stat jer ja moram na wc" "bi li vam bio problem stat ovdje da ja mogu izic" !!!!!!! a kao da to nije bilo dovoljno na pola puta nam je crkla klima (iako meni ona vise smeta nego sto mi godi ali kad su ljudi primjetili da je prestala radit poceli su sa "zasto ne pojacate klimu?" "a kako to da klima ne radi?" "mozete li malo pojacat klimu?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MISLITE DA JE NJIMA UGODNO VOZIT AUTOBUS NA +33°C. RAZMISLITE MALO LJUDI I UKLJUCITE MOZAKK PRIJE NEGO SE ODVAZITE NA POSTAVLJANJE TAKO GLUPIH PITANJA

ali sretno sam dosla doma,, i nadala se kupanju danas ali more je tako prokleto HLADNO da ni u tome nisam uzivala, ali uskoro hocu (moram pocrnit ove godine jer cu inace uskoro slicit covjecjoj ribici

i tako pozdrav ekipi

četvrtak, 06.07.2006.

balance between the yin and the yang within you

You should be able to accomplish quite a bit, and you will find that your emotions are much more grounded than usual, dear Capricorn. You are more in touch with your inner state, and your masculine and feminine sides are working well together. There is a good balance between the yin and the yang within you, so use this fantastic combination of energies to your best ability.

e pa kako mi dan moze biti los nakon ovakvog horoskopa.

svi udarci i padovi u ovih nekoliko dana su zaboravljeni jer sam jucer iskoristila svoj prvi popust u branimir centru - studentska kartica rules!!!!!! 1

vaučer dobijas nakon skupljenih 10 bodova - svaki film je jedan bod. sto znaci da sam se ja u ovih dva mjeseca nagledala filmova jer mi fali jos malo do drugog vaučera. ekopo provjerite vase stanje

tako ja odmah pođoh u vbz, malo su me blijedo gledali ali ja sam kupila sto sam htjela, jednu knjigu mweni dragog patrica mcgratha, i dvije millerove obratnice. naravno procitala sam par prvih stranica rakove obratnice - i zakljucak - ovo je knjiga koja je savrsena za nikolu. mislim da cu je ostavit za ljeto jer nekako mi je potrebna plaza i polugola tijela da potpuno uzivam u knjizi

"he is sitting now on her shoulder. he bites a little piece from her ear, just a little tip from the lobe where it doesn't hurt. but she's still dead - all storage battery and no juice. he falls on her lap adn lies there quivering like a toothache. he is all warm now adn helpless. his belly glistens like a patentleather shoe. in the sockets of his eyes a pair of fancy vest buttons. "Unbutton my eyes, Fanny, i want to see you better!" Fanny carries him to bed and drops a little hot wax over his eyes. she puts rings around his navel and a thermometer up his ass. she places him and he quivers again. suddenly he's dwindled, shrunk completely out of sight. she searches all over for him, in her intestines, everywhere. something is tickling her - she doesn't know where exactly. the bed is full of toads adn fancy vest buttons. "Fanny, where are you?" something is tickling her - she can't say where. the buttons are dropping off the bed. the toads are climbing the walls. a tickling and a tickling. "Fanny, take the wax out of my eyes! i want to look at you!" but Fanny is laughing, squirming with laughter. there is something inside her, tickling and tickling. she'll die laughing if she soesn't find it."

utorak, 04.07.2006.

drive on

e pa tako vam ja pomalo idem niz jordanovac jutros, nije vruce, lijepo sam se naspavala, lijepo doruckovala, ucila malo semantiku za sutra, slusam muse nakon skoro pa godinu dana i naravno da se mora dogodit neko sranje. hodam nopgostupom, ili stupam nogostupom, i vidim nekog pežoa srebrnog kako s parkinga ide u rikverc prema meni, ali ne ono ravno nego nakoso, okrece se covjek pa mora. sve ja to razumijem i postujem , ali racunam vidio me pa ce stat. dobro, on i dalje nastavlja prema meni a ja ne zbog sirine nogostupa mogu pomaknut jedino na cestu kojom trenutno ide kolona auta, pa kontam i dalje da ce se zaustavit, ali on i dalje ne staje. i tako ja nemam gdje i on naravno UDARI U MENE, a oni koji me znaju ono iz stvarnog svijeta znaju da nisam bas malena, ali imala sam prozracnu kosulju boje njegovog auta pa me mozda nije vido. i tako udari on mene a ja njega udarim knjigama po gepeku. on izviri kroz prozor i pita sto je. ma kako sto je kretenu jedan ćoravi mislim si ja, ali ne kazem to nego se onako fino kako samo ja znam izderem na njega, ono iz stomka deranje. a on ce meni da je to parking, a iza mene jos par ljudi, pa mislim si ja ko tebi da vozacku.

i nista odem ja sva se tresuci i sjetim se događaja od prije pola godine. priblizno isto mjesto i priblizno isto vrijeme, zima ja u ogromnoj jakni sa ruksakom ogromnim na leđima, velika ko avion, nemres me falit sve da oces. idem prijec preko ceste preko pjesackog, obje kolone auta mi stanu i puste me,. taj pjesacki zavrsava na kraju parkinga i neki imbecil se zabije u mene. give me a break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dakle dosla sam do zakljucka da od sada hodam samo cestom i prelazim cestu samo na divljim prijelazima, jer ocito na nogostupu ni na pjesackom nisam sigurna

pozdrav, i wish me luck tomorow

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i što imaš od toga
na kraju će samo bit virus i
probušena guma
a crnog čaja više nema u
kući čaja
marx gleda samo na
afriku i južnu ameriku
dok se na razglasu čuju ella i louis
a vani sunce sja


vidit ćeš me kroz polumrak
nećeš tit pričat sa mnom
otić ćeš ća
nećeš me ni pogledat
a ja ću bit u rukama drugog
i bit ćeš sam
i bit ću sama


Od Atene do Rima
Pod prašinom stoljeća
Nalaziš ono što voliš
Nalaziš li ono što trebaš
Ono je ispred tebe
Nije načeto zubom vremena
Novo, a
Vidiš li ti to
Ili se primaš kistova
I četki i nastavljaš
Šetnju Pompejima

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the doors

feast of friends

Wow, Im sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

Im sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the
tv Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravens
Claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until its other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.