tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6428301155422448192024-03-05T04:24:59.344-08:00navadne stvari nenavadnega človeka.alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820014346471640753noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-642830115542244819.post-19671842753049354582010-03-06T01:39:00.000-08:002010-04-25T02:14:06.274-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ne bom poglabljala in razlagala stvari, mu pa posvečam tole:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlnpedLeGbo&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xlnpedLeGbo&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:courier new;" >fuck you and all we've been through. <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820014346471640753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-642830115542244819.post-7857265711228142832009-10-19T13:24:00.000-07:002010-03-08T05:57:38.513-08:00some strange music draws me in, makes me come on like some heroine<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38QUAgD7WBsvDwzDUn6syI10FBjMYRx5xMjCYxyo3TQZ_ks2_EgPojNDooUSfuI9_AN7Tlpgv_7auUGVyh8UAqUjVLe5Rx2RXyWp8qzRS35vxzxBjAnda5hPW1tnght6SNvwgjgXgBwjy/s1600-h/clock..jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38QUAgD7WBsvDwzDUn6syI10FBjMYRx5xMjCYxyo3TQZ_ks2_EgPojNDooUSfuI9_AN7Tlpgv_7auUGVyh8UAqUjVLe5Rx2RXyWp8qzRS35vxzxBjAnda5hPW1tnght6SNvwgjgXgBwjy/s320/clock..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394414819945480450" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">22.25</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">nisem prepričana, če je prav, da sm tle.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />nisem prepričana v ničesar več.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ko ti edino veselje prinaša sedenje ob ognju, do ene 10h ponoč in gledanje zvezd skozi razpoko med drevesi. ter počasni, umirjajoči zvoki led zeppelinov, ki priplavajo do tvojega ušesa.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ko si omamljen od dima, ki se vali okoli tebe, te obkroža in ga vpijaš vase in si mislš: "to je to!"</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />ko ležiš v objemu dragega in pustiš, da se ti sprehaja po telesu.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />ko veš, da si brez njega nič.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />TAP.<br />in tle se zadeva tud konča.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />nejevolja, ko te zbudi budilka.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />nejevolja, ko odpreš vrata in butne vate hladen zrak.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />nejevolja, ko si lahko vprašan 100 in 1 predmet, pa ne znaš.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />nejevolja, ko se počutš tok preklet neumnga.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />nejevolja, ko morš prehodit 1km do doma.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />nejevolja, ko vstopiš v sobo in se upiraš postelji.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><br />to bi se rabl končat, že zdavnej.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pa ne vem.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />ni volje, ni časa, ni trenutka.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ni volje za preletet 60 strani geografskega učbenika.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />ni časa za spanec.<br />ni trenutka, ki bi si ga vzel samo zase in se domislil, kaj boš sam s sabo.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:180%;">nininini</span>.</span><br /><br />pa si bom vseen privoščla en dolg, vroč tuš,</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">si prebrala zadevo in šla spat.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;" >in zignorirala bom svojo glavo, polno neodobravajočih misli in težnji k spancu.</span><br /></span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820014346471640753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-642830115542244819.post-82341625155443765692009-09-12T12:38:00.000-07:002010-03-08T05:58:47.570-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7wTaO1njbvReo_aonFHEuQpUr361ifBqg3ytsW_79gdX7rOFky50vLum4l6k0AS8v6Fz9BIlAVure895kQImsDe0p3dvHIorLtl13fL2jScn0Fvs5KLJz_JnVd6kQbpY7dXcR9fNqjl8/s1600-h/img-thing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7wTaO1njbvReo_aonFHEuQpUr361ifBqg3ytsW_79gdX7rOFky50vLum4l6k0AS8v6Fz9BIlAVure895kQImsDe0p3dvHIorLtl13fL2jScn0Fvs5KLJz_JnVd6kQbpY7dXcR9fNqjl8/s320/img-thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380685306276459330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">apatičnost.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">treznjenje.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">vse to ni več šala, a se zavedaš tega?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ne, se ne.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">tok pofukan se ne.</span><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >pa bi se morala.<br /><br />jesen prihaja in to se čuti;<br />v nihanju razpoloženja,<br />v prevladi negotovosti,-<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs5/300W/i/2004/300/3/d/morning_glory_by_fade_out.jpg"><br /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ></span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820014346471640753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-642830115542244819.post-3234543228294525482009-08-26T11:29:00.000-07:002009-10-19T13:52:00.387-07:00through the storm we reach the shore, you give it all but i want more. and i'm waiting for you..<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ye8GLPUVsM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ye8GLPUVsM&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">nimam besed.<br />ne danes.<br /><br />boleče.<br />tist, k te trga odznotri in ko loviš sapo, ker te duši.<br />in ko ti solze zameglijo obraz in samo nemočno hlipaš, ne vedoč iz katerega razloga že.<br />samo zakopljem še obraz v blazino.<br /></span><br />with or without you.<br />i can't live with or without you.<br /><br /></span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820014346471640753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-642830115542244819.post-41075253498644835292009-08-15T14:12:00.001-07:002009-08-16T10:43:39.442-07:00these are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV_nTDqr9d-phLwikuxmfMr6z5txQCuALcpAeP-Sk699Pgopw0Lw6jn-IpdoyQDiZX64BXIPKX9aEQIKPob_DKD_hzdsZeMp052gX25qHvgC7NqAwErnASaQVOVE1fnJUmkq3anAyJs58f/s1600-h/9ef2015031291280f6d2307c23caceb8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV_nTDqr9d-phLwikuxmfMr6z5txQCuALcpAeP-Sk699Pgopw0Lw6jn-IpdoyQDiZX64BXIPKX9aEQIKPob_DKD_hzdsZeMp052gX25qHvgC7NqAwErnASaQVOVE1fnJUmkq3anAyJs58f/s200/9ef2015031291280f6d2307c23caceb8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370306528158874578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">tako-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">poigravala sem se z izgledom, iskala primerne fotografije in mislim, da mi je dokaj ratal. :)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">pijem že dvestotrinajsto šalco zelenega čaja in še kar naprej s svetlobno hitrostjo porabljam robčke. (koliko paketkov sm že izpraznila dons? nekje sredi popoldneva sm prenehala šteti.)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">to postaja prav ironično, celo poletje že boleham.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">moj imunski sistem ne opravlja svojega dela učinkovito-</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">znaki oslabljenega imunskega sistema se pa precej očitno kažejo na meni. (zamašen nos je že ena teh stvari in hej- kdo je ta, ki ga to spremlja že celo poletje, eh?)</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">sprement svoje navade.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">ni slaba ideja, sploh.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">blame on me, še tečt sm prenehala. moji izgovori so sicr rahlo izmišljeni včasih, od boleče glave do utrujenosti, čeprav še predobro vem, kok polna energije bi bila po njem. in kok dobr je tek za odpravo naštetega.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">da o mojem čustvenem nihanju, ki je večinoma na negativnem polu, ne govorimo.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">grem se js raj zavit v odejo in brat knjigo ter si gret roke s pomočjo vroče skodelce čaja.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">al si pa ogledat romantičn muvi.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">in pisat dragemu sms-e in si ga predstavljat pod mojim kovtrom. ja :)</span><br /><br /></span>alisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03820014346471640753noreply@blogger.com0