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24.09.2006., nedjelja

ONLY GUNS N' WANKERS

I was very inspired for writing a post today but it kinda faded, I should have written something right after my Sunday-morning-dog-walk. Now when I think about it...inspiration did not fade that much. However, think twice before you take a pregnant doggy to Sunday morning socialisation. Vilma is insane since she is pregnant, let me tell you!! She made literally a persona non grata out of me in the park today. Still, I ran into a bunch of idiots today. People are strange! Since I got a dog, that was 3,5 years ago, I often argue around. I do not know if there is something wrong with me or there is a huge amount of weirdos out there. I do not understand people who are afraid of dogs. Ok, I also have issues with some of those “dangerous” breeds...but there are people afraid of a poodle. Of course, I cannot oppose their legitimate right to be frightened but they cannot oppose my legitimate right to be annoyed by them. Parents who teach their children to be afraid of dogs bug me even more. What is that about? Of course they need to teach them to be careful, to approach only certain dogs and ask the owner if they could...but most of them just overdo it with hysteria. I go crazy when I see them picking children up in their arms and nervously yelling at the dog to get away, and the dog is not even interested. How could a kid not get frightened? I would! A kid then sees that there is something to be afraid of, if he sees his mother/father react like that. If they feel that way, why the hell they bring kids into a very known dog-park when there are so many others in town. There is also, a bunch of savages around who still think that dogs live only to serve a purpose and not to be pets. Then there are those who walk in their too short pants, white socks and black shoes, with their hands on their back...wandering around looking for a reason to nag and protest from pure boredom. They usually find some poor goof, like me, to make their day. They usually nag and give public lectures on dog crap. Even before dog does it, and certainly before you put your nylon bag out of your pocket...that is such a turn off for them! They are actually disappointed if you pick the crap up because they have to shut their mouth then. And what about those who get pissed if a dog urinates on their car tyre? If he did that, it probably means that a dozen others did that before him...get over it!! Male dogs do that! Why the hell you hill billies spit on the street?? It is better to ignore that nonsense, if you argue - they win! The lecture will take forever, so it is better to walk away. And last but not least; I cannot stand the owner of that bar in the park. That guy bugs me! He acts like he has the most prestigious bar in the whole country just because it actually has plastic windows and a fake sunflower now. Hey asshole, go and buy a bar in the centre of the town for all the fancy celebrity wannabes...you live and buy those white shoes from us, dog owners in this park! I protest!

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23.09.2006., subota

YOU WANT A COOKIE?

People are addicted to a bunch of different things. Some are addicted to heroin, some are addicted to coke, some are addicted whiskey, some are addicted to cigarettes, some are addicted to chaos, some are addicted to disaster and I am truly and faithfully addicted to NAPOLITANKE!!! I can't liiiiiiive, if living is without napolitanke! Me-like! It is weird how taste of food works. We are used to eating something because we have been eating it since we were kids. And we (most of us) adore stuff like Cedevita bonbons, Kraš chocolate, Čokolino, Bajadera, Domaćice cookies all that old school Croatian sweet stuff...When I was in Finland I tried Salmiakki, very known Finnish salty candy that my friend Rita eats often, she grew up on it. She has a little box of Salmiakki in her Saab. Me-not-like-Salmiakki. I asked Rita if she likes Croatan sweets and she said that she likes most of them but she does not get what is Čokolino about. She-not-like. How come someone does not like Čokolino, I ask myself...and to Rita, it is weird that I do not like Salmiakki. I think that a habit leads an important role in human taste.

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21.09.2006., četvrtak

KUNG FU FIGHTING

This post is about my kung fu cousin who was the reason I started writing blog. Kung fu cousin is few months older than me, we started growing up together but we got interrupted because he moved to Belgium when he was still a tiny boy (I, on the other hand, was never tiny in any sence of the word). It was sad then...we visited but not that often. Anyway, the tiny boy is a successful and responsable man now. He is an engineer and a kung fu fighter. I would like to write something about him but I will just quote his words. He wrote on skype under ABOUT ME: I like my girlfriend (I am sure he meant love, Adela), J2EE, XML web services, databases, quantum physics and KUNG FU. There...and a quote for him: Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight. Benjamin Franklin (1706-1790)

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20.09.2006., srijeda

INSPECTOR CLOUSEAU

Finnish people say that the dialogue beneath is very finnish, so who am I not to believe them? I copied it from my book called Kieli käyttöön and it was written by Marjukka Kenttälä. Since it was homework once, there is a possibility that some of those verbs are spelled wrongly, luckily not many Finns read me, so I will be forgiven. Anyway, Marjukka wrote about some weird themes...especially for a language book...it should not have anything to do with cancer or other illnesses, right? Anyway, the book is full of surprises and this text is not weird at all! But if it really is the finnish way, then those girlies do not get much from those finnish men, do they? Sen täytyy olla rakkautta!! SEN TÄYTYY OLLA RAKKAUTTA TO MORA DA JE LJUBAV Mistä syystä te sitten riitelette? Radi čega se svađate? No, siitä syystä, kun Mikko aina valehtelee. Pa, radi toga što Mikko stalno laže. Sitten hän myös juopottelee usein. I zato što se često opija. Hakkaako hän sinua? Da li te tuče? Ei. Ei hän koskaan hakkaa minua. Ne, nikad me ne tuče. Suuteleeko hän sinua? Da li te ljubi? Ei. Hän ei koskaan suutelee minua. Ne, nikad me ne ljubi. Jutteleeko hän sinun kanssasi? Da li razgovara s tobom? Ei. Hän ei koskaan juttelee minun kanssani. Ne, nikad ne razgovara samnom. Kuule! Milloin sinä pakkaat matkalaukun? Ma daj!! Kad pakiraš kofere?

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17.09.2006., nedjelja

WHO CARES ABOUT WHITE SHOES?

Sunday is my emo day of the week. We hear so many bad things about people that we know, as well as about those we do not know and all that got me thinking...what is success in life? Normally, we all have a different thing in mind when it comes to success. It can be a great career, money, family, love, friendship, fun... Those are the most important things but in a different order, depending on a person. If we all are God's children, how come some have more luck than others. How come only the good die young and those mean people live a long healthy life out of pure spite? Is success making a career in something important like finding a medecine for cancer? If you chose to live a low profile life, settle down, work from 8 to 16, marriage, mortgage, is it still a success? Seems to me that lately the biggest success in life is not to get sick. Should you be picky, settle only for the best and do not stop until you find your way or is it okay also, not to waste your pecious time and make the most of what you have in a specific moment? What is the best anyway? Then again, if everyone would let life lead the way this planet would not prosper because no one would risk one's time on things with higer purpose. We would all just worry about our own life. Is there some recipe for success? Is there a recipe for a long and healthy life? Is there a recipe for a happy life? Should we initiate things, prevent them, think about them times and times again or should we just go with the flow? I have asked quite many questions there... Anyway, the point of this post was: in all that madness going on, who cares about white shoes? JOS ET TIEDÄ MITÄ SANOA, PUHU TOTTA!

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16.09.2006., subota

DON'T FEAR THE REAPER!

My best regards to all of you! I have not written for some time because I had better things to do. Well, not really, but when I came to work on monday I have found out that we are not able to visit blog pages anymore, forbidden!!! Oh dear God, that is so sad! I have a new backache situation and I needed to take some serious injection. I was such a baby about it...still, the doctor had fun. He probably have not seen so much drama over an injection for quite some time. I like to make people happy! Still, that did not stop me to go to tango class. It is only 4 times a month and I feel bad about missing it. I must say that I think our tango teacher does not like me much. My partner is young and we act retarded sometimes (mostly me, because I am not used to wearing heals so I injure myself quite often and somehow it is kind of funny). Beacuse of all that, the teacher „el gato“ gives me the eye quite often. He probably thinks that we do not take tango too seriously, although I think we were doing pretty good job yesterday!! So, master Gato, ˇno se preocupe! Yesterday the third season of my favorite show started. I am totally addicted to SIX FEET UNDER. I litterally worship the guy who wrote that scenario. No forbidden subjects there!! Too bad I have not made some illegal action and got all those seasons (I think five) from the internet. What can I say, I am very conscientious! But I will get my hands on that show in the second season when a biker dies. All the bikers gather and have a party at Fisher's Funeral Home. The biker's wife leaves biker's bike to Nate... then Nate drives his bike on some desert road with wind in his hair and Blue Oyster Cult's Don't fear the reaper is playing! Oh, Nathaniel!

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15.09.2006., petak

RUN TO THE HIIIIIILLS!!

I was watching some metal chart yesterday and I have seen some old videos that used to make me tick. When you see Bruce Dickinson in tight pants in some weird illuminant color, you just cannot be indifferent. The video of the „Trooper“ was probaby very well made at that time (half of it is on a battle field and half of it is Iron Maiden's live concert), now it is just a very okay trash video. I think that if you are a fan of Iron Maiden once, that never changes. If you liked them once, you will like them forever, and it is not connected with age or any other factor that surround us. Also, no one is embarrassed to say that he's an Iron Maiden fan, but one could be embarrassed about being Guns n' Roses fan. I was though, but it was a part of growing up. About that; few weeks ago, I was watching the show „Zvijezde extra“ with Renata Sopek and the theme was surgery, bottox, hair and boob implants and all that. Then I saw how Axl Rose looks like nowdays. That was a scary sight to see!! He made some operation and his eyes look wide (tooooo wide) open at all times, he is somehow ironed and shiny and he has some rasta hair, very sad!! At the age of 13 I was into Gn'R and then started with Metallica. I was a fan but never too big fan. They are a respectable band but I did not like their music that much after the Black Album and I totally lost every interest in them after that Napster situation. I progressed with time...I remember asking my bearded friend: „Dane, what is SLAYER?“ (Dane, a kaj je to Slajer?) He had, and still has, an older brother who went to high school (when we were still in primary) who was into some serious music, so Dane was educated. Luckily for me I was then introduced to some great music like NoMeansNo and Fugazi, and I am still their fan. And then Bodycount came...and so did high school. Through highschool I was into some serious death/black/doom metal but always flirting with thrash/hard core bands like Pantera, Down, Biohazard, Sick of it All, Ignite and one of my absolute favorites Suicidal Tendencies. Later I was into those fashion bands like Type 0 Negative, Korn etc. At the age of 20 I was more into punk and ska and I still am. Anyway, I am happy that I grew up listening to that kind of music, I think that kids that are into it, educate themselves more. If you are into hit music or much much worse, there is not much to be educated about. There are no lyrics to read. Actually, it is not because all that music is lame, it's about the profile of the people: I do not think they are interested in lyrics or bands' info. However, from all of those bands from my juvy days, I think I respect Iron Maiden the most. People lose the radical shade over the years and only the strong bands survive. Liking music is not about fashion and people around you anymore, it is only about taste and emo. What was your favorite band in high school?

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NO BAD RELIGION SONG CAN MAKE YOUR LIFE COMPLETE There is one other great band I must write about. It is Bad Religion. This one is my complete favorite with no competition. I guess I am a real 100% fan in a mature, non hyserical way. They always kept a low profile, inspired many and are very respected. They are never boring to me. Even thought I have listened to all their cds 32987956874687 times, I am never bored! When I listen to them after some time of BR abstinence, I am always amazed how good they are! I have never been to BR concert and I hope they will not stop performing live until I see them in vivo. Of all the concerts I have ever been to, the best was NoMeansNo (twice). Those old geezers made a splendid atmosphere, let me tell you!!

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11.09.2006., ponedjeljak

DOUBLE DIP THE CHIP

I have some news here...VILMA IS OFFICIALLY PREGNANT! I will have a decent amount of puppies let me tell you! I will puppysit for two months and then when I fall in love with all of them, they will leave. Luckily, two of the doggies will stay in the family and the rest of the viszlas will be sold! If anyone's interested... My dear ninja cousin from Belgium made some statistic about my blog and he put it on his blog but I will copy-paste it here...I steal! He wrote: Stat report on "päiväkoti" Amazing how päiväkoti's blog is visited. This report is based on the last 10 days ... Average number of visits per day : 37 Visitor's countries : 1. Croatia 64% 2. Slovenia 26% 3. Belgium 4% 4. Finland 2% 5. Other "Other" includes : Spain, Portugal, Greece, Turkey, US The blog seems to be best viewed in 1024X768 :) At the end, the most incredible fact about this blog : 57 % of visitors spend more than one hour reading posts!! Well, I am glad that some people actually read this. Although, I think that not that many Slovenians will be reading me if whey read my last post. No offence people, I meant it in a good way!!! :)) Let's just relax and drink some black tea!

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07.09.2006., četvrtak

PEOPLE I HAVE PROBLEMS WITH:

• People who overdo it with liking cats • People who would always chose vanilla over chocolate (mitä vittua??) • People who are never hungry • People whose teeth I cannot see (ones that do not smile) • People who give themselves too much importance • People who are arrogant by default • People who have no self-respect and who make careers in brown-nosing • People who take credit for other people's work • Ignorant people • People who never laugh at other people's jokes, even if they find them funny • People who do not understand jokes (I really have problems with those, but wise woman once said: humor is a quality of intelligent people) • People who get pissed when I am late (I always am, get over it, vittu!!) • People that are interested in only small amount of thing, those who do not know what is happening in the world; outside their country, outside their room, outside their computer even… • People who are really NOT funny, but they are SO trying to be, becuase some asshole told them once that they were. You have it in you or you don't – YOU don't! • People who get hysterical easily • People who do not like Napoleon Dynamite • People who get offended easily • People who sulk (What is that about??) • Hypochondriacs • People who are not polite • People who are complaining all the time without the real reason (that was my speciality at one time, but I like to think that I know better now) • People who are trying too hard • Pious people who are overdoing it with religious stuff (some think that it is impossible to overdo it in that area, but I do not) – here I must write that there is one bearded exception! • People with any radical political option • People who are mean to other people on purpose • People who have monologs in conversation and speak only about themselves • Male „know it all“ persons, it's popular to call them „doktore“….“wait wait wait, you are wrong, now I will explain it to you, because I know!“ • People who eat loudly • People who speak quitly • People who stare • Bigots • People who are hiding stupidity behing their traditional way of living • Bold people who love their country and beat up minorities • Rednecks (juntti) • People that get angry with no reason • Edgy people that make other people unconfortable and nervous • Old wankers and geezers that tell twisted jokes around young girlies • Nervous people who shake their legs while sitting • People who deal badly with their past relationships, what the fuck??!! • Bad drivers, especially male. There is a public opinion about women's driving so women have an excuse, but when a guy parks his car for 20 minutes it is such a turn off! • People with bad taste in shoes (it's a psychical caracteristic, it's not about fashion) • People who never admit they are wrong and never apologize Anything to add? I have to mention here that I am completely aware that I do most of those things written on my list and that I probably make other people crazy. Luckily I cannot be really and completely pissed at myself, so I get pissed at others in a calm way! iMis saludos cordiales a todos Ustedes! VOTE FOR PEDRO! P.s. Earlier I wrote about my international problems with certain neighbours across the border. Now I work in a place that requires good behaveour, so I am training to become a politically correct person with lots and lots of sympathy for less-fortunate naziones!

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WHAT'S BOB GONNA DO NOW THAT HE CAN'T DRINK?

Seems like I found a partner for tango classes (it takes two to tango)...me, happy! My partner is very young and someday he will thank me for being boring and making him go to those classes. Girlies are into guys that know how to dance anything...especially tango! He will have many lady friends in few months!! And me...I will just admire my own sweet skills! Few days ago I wrote about having a new mobile...it has such a good camera, it's the real spy camera. I took photos of sooo many great hits around me, especially various shapes of white shoes. I just have to overcome that mobile-computer connection. I must work on it and put some white shoes on world-wide-web. I started writing this post mainly because I wanted to put some words down about how different people are. The fact that we are different basicly means that we are all unreplaceble. We all try to find some people similar to us, to hang out with, but sometimes they are the total opposit. However, if we like them, we make an effort to understand them and finally we find that we have something in common after all.

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06.09.2006., srijeda

TRAINING OFFICIALLY STARTED

I did not have any phisical activity during summer months except walking dogs and those two weeks when I was training with Suomen Nanbudo Liitto in June. There I got a back problem and it was hurting like hell. I could not sit at school and then I called mi Rita to pick me up and take me... wherever, so someone would fix me. I had few really expensive alternatives but finally Rita found a private doctor Juha Pekka Vuori that fixed that backache. Thank you Juha Pekka! I was thinking that I would get some old geezer but Juha Pekka was hot!!! Kuuma!! However, when I came back home, I needed to attend some serious geriatric gymnastic therapy with some ultrasound and electicity. I made few friends who were my grandpa's age! I make the most of every situation as you can see! Anyway, I thought that my spine would break at the 1st training, but it was not that bad. Actually after the training I felt very okay! Thanks to those ambitious enthusiasts who were attending seminars during the summer, we had to learn some new/changed thechniques. Before, I was anctious to learn that changed stuff, now I do not find it that interesting. Things change all the time...you learn to do it one way and then it changes, sometimes more than once. It's gruelling! Maybe I am just getting old... Still, I do not have any choice, I will have to learn, one way or another! I must mention that the quick demonstration of my friend Leo made my evening!!! I totally forgot how he does that mean KI face while he performs in front of the audience. This is the sight to remember!

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05.09.2006., utorak

FRIDAY NIGHT TANGO

I have been planning for a long time to go to some dancing school. Not that I need it because I am attending too many dancing events...vittu, I have been to cca 3 weddings in my life. Still, I would like to know some serious moonwalk Napoleon Dynamite dancing moves. Before, knowing how to dance was just having good manners, something you learn at home...but now, people are making an effort to walk properly. I am sure Mr. Darcy knew how to dance, no doubt! However, my friend sent me a link and info about tango lessons. Of course I was interested and I immediately called my other friend to ask her if she would like to go. She is into dancing just like I am...so she said: of course! To make the story short, we are starting dancing tango on friday. We did not find any partners, so we were prepared to meet some serious dancing connaiseurs there. All the guys we know have two left feet and some of those are also wooden, and the rest of them are just not interested in tango. Cowards! Anyway, I had two potential partners and both of them stood me up. They have something very important to do on sathurday evening. My lady friend that goes to the course with me, found a partner in one of those bearded guys (see below). There is some serious action about to happen there since he agreed to go dancing with her (altough he said he has 2 wooden feet...and he's right). Sweet! So, seems like I will be the only one going without a partner and, no doubt, have to squeeze some old sweaty guy! It is just the kind of thing that happens to me. GRRRRR I will keep you posted!

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04.09.2006., ponedjeljak

I gave gold for iron

Yesterday I was going through some old stuff and I have found an old old ring. It was iron and "I gave gold for iron 1914" DADOH ZLATO ZA ŽELJEZO was written on it. Then I asked and got an explenation/information about that. So, it was my great-grandmother's ring, from my grandmother's side. In the World War One people were selling their golden jewellery to the state. It was kind of a patriotic gesture or duty even, because arms were bought from that gold. In exchange for the golden jewelery, people got those iron rings and after the war they were supposed to get their gold back. As Austro-Hungary stopped existing, they never did.

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03.09.2006., nedjelja

not understanding

I have been thinking about writing a post whole week but everything else got in the way. During the week I was busy and when the weekend came, I've got a new mobile phone. I have been pushing some serious buttons with great amazement. Me, not understanding what do they put into that small box that makes it work so perfectly? One of this days, I am planning to finally teach my grandpa to use the mobile phone. I have been trying to do that for sometime now, but he kinda is not that interested. But every now and then, he mentions how he would need a phone when he's going on some thrips of his. I have problems with teaching him technical stuff. He learns (and forgets) things by heart, he does not check what the screen says. If something goes wrong...expl. if he skips some action (all of those "actions" have numbers) or if he makes a mistake and pushes more than one button at the time...then he just gets offended by the machine. Usually, he is telling me that the "machine" is broken. He has no patience for that sort of thing and I must admit (although it is bad) that I have not that much patience for explaining things over and over again. I would if I knew he would remember it this time. I know that most of older people do not7 do not want to get that stuff, but... The point of this post is that I do not understand how can this happen!!? That guy has more knowledge about various things (especially history, geography, politics, music...) than anyone I know. He also, still reads and educates himself. How the hell is it possible that he cannot use the mobile phone??? Me, not understanding!! However, I will explain the usage of phones again, maybe this time is the...right time! What is internet anyway? Does all "that" come from a machine?

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