Saturday, September 24, 2005
Friday, September 23, 2005
IVAXA...the way she IS...
SR: Ljudi,verovali ili ne,ali ovde zaista nije u pitanju photoshop...ona to mozhe!!!
EN: People...believe it or not...but this pic has not been created in photoshop...she can accutually do it!!!
GR: Άνθρωποι...ποιστεβατε η όχι...αυτή η φωτογραφία δεν είναι ιδρυωμένη στο photoshop... αυτή μπόρει να το κάνει!!!
MK: Луѓе, верувавте ли или не...ама ве викам дека оваа фотографија нее направена во Фотошоп. Таа без маки ово си кани навстина.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
APSOLUTNI VRHUNAC SRPSKOG IDIOTIZMA??!!
Da li nesto sa mnom nije u redu, ili sam u pravu kada mislim da zivim u zemlji prepunoj debila, morona, mentalno retartiranih skotova i apsolutnih idiota? Ajde ljudi, pomozite mi u ovoj zagonetci prezentovanoj sa leve strane. Sta je ovaj retardirani grafit-umetnik hteo ovim svojim skromnim natpisom da kaze? Pomozite mi u resavanju ove velike dileme...koja muci ovo resto mojih zdravih sivih celija.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
JESEN~SEĆANJE NA BUDUĆNOST
Neko u njoj ne uživa, neko je prezire, neko je mrzi, neko ima averziju, neko apatiju, neko depresiju, neko ništa. Ja opet, sa druge strane, excentrik, kao i po svakom drugom pitanju, volim jesen. Boje jeseni su na svoj način lepe. Svako godišnje doba, pa i ovo, ima neku svoju draž, svoj miris, svoju poruku. Neko želi da je shvati i shvati je, neko ne. Promena, priroda se menja, preobražava se. Metamorfoza svega. Ljudi opet na sebi svojstven način, kako mogu samo socijalne životinje, sve komplikuju i u svemu vide samo ono loše, ono zlo, ono u sebi, oko sebe i SEBE. Sve počinje od nas samih i tu se i završava. Jesen opet, ide svojim tokom, donosi novu priliku za promenom, novu priliku za životom. Ovo umire da bi se buduće rodilo. Miruje, stagnira, sprema se novi život. Koliko ta smrt bilo čega, pa i najtanjeg lista morbidno delovala, opet je tu vaskrsenje, preobražaj, mogućnost za novim, razgranatijim, cvetnijim i višim stablom koje se obrađa i oživljava iz nova. Da vidimo kako će to izgledati. Ajde da se setimo budućnosti. Ajde da joj se radujemo.
Prošlost su knjige, iako kažu da je Historia Magista Vitae, to govore opet sa težnjom ka buducem, ka eshatonu, ka onome što dolazi a već je bilo. Sećanje na budućnost.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
BOOK WITH THE SEVEN SEALS
Dunno why but I have this stupid need to write something. Since a long time has passed how I wrote some of my thoughts to my blog, this is a perfect situation to to that. Lots of things changed. I finally realised that there is no life that anyone else can provide to me, just to support me. In past few months I have been rejecting all kind of support, dunno, maybe thinking how I can solve everything on my own. I have been sorounded with the people that think that way. It is just absolute bullshit. There is no life with out comunition.There is no way you can exist alone, with no need for other. Damn it, even stupid bacteria needs to have the host, and what about us people.
I have just finished reading “about the boy” and I absolutely disagree with the theory that “every man is an island” Acctualy, I partualy agree with that, and have my own theory of the ocean that is in between us. Allthough we are separated and unique islands, there is that one thing that connects us all. The ocean. The ocean of emotions, friendship, love, hate. All it`s colours present one of the above mentioned things. It is good, I think to have any of those feelings, even hate. The worts thing that can acctualy happen to you is not to have feelings for your self, not to mention other people. I have met few people that are like that, and I must admit that it had huge infuence on me. I was trying to change them, to make them live in community, to understand the need for other, but there was no way to do so. I realised that there is no way I can change anyone. You can help and point someone to the change, give him support, but what if the effect is contraproductive. What if I changed? What if I have become like them. That`s a right question at the right time at the right momment. People do never change. They are what they are. Bishop Nikolai Velimirovic in one of his books wrote: “ I am like a book with the seven seals. You can unlock one, you can unlock two, even three..but it is most likely that you`ll never unlock all seven seals. Even if you do so, you will not be able to read me, because I have been writen in my own, specific language and in my own specific letters. So what ever you try to do, even to know all the languages and letters of the world, you will never be able to read me, unless I want to read my self to you”.
I have just finished reading “about the boy” and I absolutely disagree with the theory that “every man is an island” Acctualy, I partualy agree with that, and have my own theory of the ocean that is in between us. Allthough we are separated and unique islands, there is that one thing that connects us all. The ocean. The ocean of emotions, friendship, love, hate. All it`s colours present one of the above mentioned things. It is good, I think to have any of those feelings, even hate. The worts thing that can acctualy happen to you is not to have feelings for your self, not to mention other people. I have met few people that are like that, and I must admit that it had huge infuence on me. I was trying to change them, to make them live in community, to understand the need for other, but there was no way to do so. I realised that there is no way I can change anyone. You can help and point someone to the change, give him support, but what if the effect is contraproductive. What if I changed? What if I have become like them. That`s a right question at the right time at the right momment. People do never change. They are what they are. Bishop Nikolai Velimirovic in one of his books wrote: “ I am like a book with the seven seals. You can unlock one, you can unlock two, even three..but it is most likely that you`ll never unlock all seven seals. Even if you do so, you will not be able to read me, because I have been writen in my own, specific language and in my own specific letters. So what ever you try to do, even to know all the languages and letters of the world, you will never be able to read me, unless I want to read my self to you”.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
ENDEMSKA VRSTA
Ielicus Hercegovinus Hellenicum Vulgaris ili u srpskom jeziku biljka poznatija pod sledecim nazivima: Jelica, Jelka (sa busenom)itd. Ovo je jedna veoma cudna biljka, endemska vrsta koja pripada pod grupu pokretnih biljaka (selica). Ona je u mogucnosti da skakauce i da prosipajuci svoje obamrle iglice pronalazi put kako bi se vratila na svoju "rodnu grudu" koja opet moze imati dvostruko znacenje. U bukvalnom smislu kada kazemo rodna gruda odosi se na kraske predele krsevite Hercegovine (odatle u njenom latinskom nazivu i epitet Herzegovinus) ali se pre svega odnosi na NBGD ili (lat. Singidunum Nova) Kod ove cudne biljke u toku letnjih meseci dolazi do jedne cudne pojave, poznatije kao naglo i brzo pustanje korenja i asimilacije klimatskim uslovima i geografskim predispozicijama. Ona od svega CRPI iskljucivo najbolje. Dakle, na svakom terenu na kome pusti korenje, ona bez ikakvih vecih poteskoca prezivljava. Hrani se iskljucivo alkoholom i kada on dopre do njene kore, tada je opasno biti u blizini te biljke. Zbog toga je tu i glagol Vulgaris. Ielicus Hercegovinus je visoko halucogena biljka (iskjucivo u letnjim mesecima kada je konzumacija alkohola veca). Pojedini psiholozi se slazu sa biolozima sa teorijom da : biljke imaju dusu. Ova "cudna biljka" je definitivna demonstracija duse u biljaka. Ona ima dusu ( ma koliko to vama cudno zvucalo) Jelica (sa busenom) se dosada rasirila na dva kontinenta (evropa i azija) i njena expanzija je u toku. Uspeva: od Skandinavije, pa preko Mediterana (ukljucujuci i ostrva) sve do azijskih stepa (za sada se podrazumeva iskljucivo Mala Azija). Ako ima bilo kakvih nejasnoca vezano za ovu biljku, slobodno ostavite komentar, i ja cu se potruditi da vam na vasa pitanja odgovorim.
Autor texta je profesinalni Hercegolog i Alkoholicar
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