i tako... prvo pozdrav svim curama iz umjetničke koje su slučajno (ili ne) naletile na ovaj blog...
nemam baš puno toga za reći, osim što sam totalno prebukirana za cijela sva mjeseca, ne mogu ni prdnut od obaveza (ali vidiš čuda, nalazim vremena pisat post ) i osim što je krizma prošla neočekivano glatko, ne želim vas gnjavit još, ali ako ima tamo zainteresiranih koji znaju engleski i koje zanima mala legenda koju sam neki dan napisala, evo, uživajte:
When Earth gave Birth
In the beginning, there was a woman, and she chose a name for herself; it was Earth. She created a sphere of dirt and water, and named it after herself. Thus, a world was brought up the light of the sun, which she also created to accompany her. So the entity went to live on the new creation. And soon, she felt lonely, for the sun was so distant and small. But it still gave life to the planet, despite its distance, to keep Mother Earth happy, for alas, it loved her indeed. So from their love, the entity gave birth to twins; but they were very different from her. One was pale and fragile, and had a halo made of light above her head, Jiova was she called, and the other was a sheer opposite; all rugged and dark, with cherry colored two long horns growing out of his forehead, and with wild black hair, Vuraga was his name. Mother cried, both in pain and love.
For a time, they grew in peace on the earth, enjoying their childhood; but soon they started to fall in love with each other, and secretly meet while their Mother was asleep. For a time, their love remained hidden under the moonlight's protection, and continued to grow; but one day it happened, that Jiova gave birth to a daughter and son. They were weaker and shorter-lived than their parents, for their flesh deteriorated of the so close blood relation. Mother Earth did nothing, she let the children to resolve it between them, but deep in her heart, she kept her sorrow. So again, for a time, their children grew under the love and care of their so ever opposite parents. But then, the Twins' love snapped in its weak place; their differences. They could not call home the same place anymore, for they were made to be that way. Jiova remained on the earth's surface, loving all green and life, while Vuraga retreated into his place of peace and silence, the underworld. When they separated, Jiova took her daughter with her, and Vuraga remained with his son. Thus, not only their unity broke, but they took their children away from each other; that was a greater sin. Each on the far sides of earth, they created their scions from water and boiling dirt - lava. Soon, their descendants, humans and demons, started to develop hatred and contempt against the other one. Mother Earth watched, and cried once again, as she became one with the planet she made, and placing a vow on all living things, whether it be demon or human, that as long as they live on separate worlds, they will after their death, go to the opposite side. With that last desperate action, she tried to reconcile her children of their strife; to make them together again. But even if her intentions were of a good cause, they went horribly wrong. What was before merely despise, now began to grow into hatred, rotten and dirty, from both sides, for their minds weren't made for switching; once a demon, always a demon. Their hearts remained the same, and even if they didn't posses the memories of their past lives, deep in their souls, they knew. They were different. They always leaped out in a way, more or less, with their unknown hatred. And so, Purgatory was born; Humanity was born; separated.
But, even then, one thing remained to give the lost lovers a chance to truly love each other again.
Mother Earth has spoken: "My children will return one day.
A fatherless child, with a denied origin, bearing the most rotten luck, with the love of his life being denied; he will when the time comes bear his aboriginal name of Vuraga, the first Garuda. And when that time comes, may all living things know that the Devil is back.
A motherless child, with a covert origin, silent for questions, acting on instincts, will when the time of the First one comes, bear her aboriginal name of Jiova, the Love Seeker. And when that time comes, may all living things know that the Queen is back."
And with that, they will return, the time will come, the world will know; their love will live.
jučer sam pala ko letva na beton kao išla zamahivat nogom (ne pitaj) i ono, ZAMAH! i samo vidim kako se beton približava... i tako svom svojom dužinom po boku poljubim beton i danas me cijeli dan noga boli ... na betonu sam barem ostavila traga, pol metra dugu bijelu ošlajdranu prugu i lagana udubina gdje sam ljosnula XD al nema veze XD živa sam i niš nije slomljeno (valjda XD)...
nego, napokon sam si našla nekog
i najbolji je
danas me utješio ko niko nikad do sad... i zato ga volim, što nije papak ko ostala muška populacija (čast izuzetcima) koja samo bježi od alfa ženki... mislim ono, ima neki ljepuškasti tip u mom razredu, i dobro, priznajem da je zbilja lijep, al brate, nema duše... mislim, on jest ljubazan i sve to, ali nekako... jebeš ti ljepotu ako si i dalje... takav. Zato bi radije bila s nekim normalnim, dragim dečkom, koji će meni biti lijep, i kojeg ću ja volit kolko i on mene, a ne bezveze patit za nekim tamo ljepotanom kojeg jednostavno nije briga... To jest samo moje mišljenje i iskustva, ali ipak mislim da postoji malo više cura nego što mislim koje imaju isti stav...
ahhh... ma boli me briga za sve. imam svoju familiju koja mi je sada velika podrška i to mi je važno, i imam dragog dečka kojega je zapravo briga za mene, i imam prijateljicu koja me podržava... i to je ono što je važno, a ne neka sranja koja uopće nisu vrijedna ničega...
dobro, to je bio kraj mog malog... monologa
nadam se da će netko zapravo pročitat ovo, neko kog je briga, neko ko će... ostavit komentar haha, još jedan primjer besramne samopromocije
