Remember that scene in DPS...

“Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling,Gotta do more, gotta be
more.Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming,Gotta be more, gotta do more.”

Toliko od mene u staroj godini.

Puno ljubavi [wtf?] i mafina,

Lucy L.

Flat line.

I don't really mind that it's depressing, cold, dark, fucked up (please excuse my language).
Oh, no. It happens, it's normal.

What worries me is that I don't give a damn about making it all better.



Flat line.
That's what I am.

Misterije današnice

Primetila sam da mi se u poslednje vreme količina grešaka u pisanju - takozvanih typos-a - jako povećala. Naravno, pravila sam gorenavedene i ranije, ali čak i dok ovo pišem moram da se vraćam po par puta i kucam pojedine reči iznova.

Ako mi nešto promakne ne zamerite.

Ova pojava me je navela da se zapitam zbog čega je došlo do toga? Je li to pad moje koncetracije? Ili mi prosto više nije stalo? Uvek postoje i one druge opcije, tipa "CIA mi je zamenila tastaturu" ili "sile treće dimenzije se mešaju sa silama ove pa sžmoj prsti zalutaju tu i tamo."

Naravno, može da se desi da je to zbog činjenice da mi je pola slova sa tastature izbrisano kao uzrok previše korišćenja i prejakog kuckanja.
...
Ali sumnjam.

Skrivene želje i snovi

Uvek sam mislila kako bi bilo divno imati baštu.

I još kao klinka sam sanjala o limenoj kofici za vodu i trščanoj korpici. Nije da znam za šta bi mi trščana korpica bila, ali u mojoj glavi uz onu haljinicu na tufnice sa keceljom bi išla i korpica.

Trščana.

I tako bih ja živela u nekom seocetu na obodu šume sa svojim krznenim kučetom i gajila cveće. Nikako ruže, verovatno na primer lale. I suncokrete. Obožavam suncokrete. Možda i po neku voćku, čisto da bi se deca sjatila i krala ih, a ja bih se pretvarala da ih kao ne vidim.

Tu bi bilo najlepše kad je proleće, sve bi bilo zeleno, a i puzavicu bi imala, pa bi se ona penjala uz moju kuću od cigala. Imala bih puno knjiga o baštovanstvu i sve bi bilo u prozorima da bi ulazila svetlost. Ujutru bih se rano budila. Uveče bih pravila toplu čokoladu.

A zamislite tek kako bi zimi bilo divno kad se probudim pa mi je mraz na prozoru pa izađem u baštu, a ono je sve belo. Upalila bih kamin iznad koga je imela i čitala.

I podrazumeva se da bih živela u nekoj kul državi kao što je Engleska.

Ili Irska.

I to pored okeana.

Na leto bih izlazila na kamenu plažu i bosa tražila najlepše kamenčiće kojima bih ukrasila moju plažu. Moje veliko, pufnasto kuče bi trčalo zamnom i pokušavalo da me obori u more.

A onda bih se vratila i ukrasila baštu, okopavala, jurila crve i ostale životinjive i sređivala cveće svaki dan, stalno, stalno...

Ne bih morala da brinem ni o čemu. Samo o cveću i korovima i kad treba zaliti baštu. Život bi mi bio pun prirode i biljaka i svežeg vazduha. E to bi bio savršen život.

Jednog dana, kad mi sve propadne u životu, odlučiću se za baštovanstvo!

day#4 - a song that makes you sad

"Provincijalka" - Djordje Balasevic




Balasevic is local Serbian singer. He's also the first music figure I became obsessed with and who's music I grew to love so much. And here I am, 15 years after, still loving him.
It's funny old thing, music.
This might be my favorite song of his. So depressive and so lovely, there's no use of translating it since I'll never be able to translate it so beautiful. But if there's something you should know about it, it's that I found myself in those words so much... it hurts.

day#3 - a song that makes you happy

"Dogs" by Damien Rice



I wrote about this song before, but there are always things I can't put in the words. It's just too amazing.
When I listen to it, I see the sun and the dogs and the orange tree. I simply want to be that girl that does yoga, to have dog, to live in Irland with Damien. I can feel every words he says and if I put this song on 'repeat' [which I usually do] it always makes me happy. If I had a shitty day, if it's rain outisde, if I feel like crap, I play it - and the sun shines through the window!
It's still not exacly happy-Damien-song as it ends up with lines "and the day ends, there's no need for me". But yet it's pure gold, pure happiness and pure spring for me.

day#2 - your least favorite song

I'm an lazy ass for this. So I'm gonna day few at one day. *shame*

Least favorite song - My Heart Will Go On [Celine Dion]



Okay, start to hate me. But I really can't stand this song. Never did, never will.
As you might know I am NOT romantic soul, so this was dead race between songs like "Don't wanna miss a thing", "Unfaitful" and some shitty serbian ones, but as soon I remembered this one, it have won.
It's so romantic and yucky to me and I never saw the point of it. Sorry Titanic fans, it's just not my cup of tea.

Day#1 - Your favorite song

I'm doing this here and not on facebook since it's music. And music needs it's own post on my blog. It's so special.

Favorite song - Prologue [Kate Bush]

When I made playlist on iTunes named 'My favorites<3' it had 537 songs. Which is, you'll agree, A LOT. But each and every one of those songs means something. And I can't chose one favorite. It's like asking mother to chose her favorite child. They are all special, they are all for some my mood, for some special day or moment.
Why exaly this song and not any of those other ones?
Because this is kind of more special maybe. It's the song for happy and sad mood, for sunsets and sunraises, for sea and for dreaming of it, for calm and angry. More importantly this is for me. My favorite artist from my no# favorite album - ever. I never met anytone who likes this song and it's perfectly fine with me - since it's my song, my dream, my vision of perfect music and life.
Ladies and gentlman, Ms Kate Bush.