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nedjelja, 23.10.2005.
Oprostite mi, molim vas...
...sto se nisam pojavljivala ali doista nisam u mogucnosti. Evo sam nekim cudom uspjela malo do neta, pogledala sam neke blogove, ma ljudi pa vi previse pisete, kad se vratim morat cu sto godina nadoknadjivati gradivo. A vratit se necu jos neko vrijeme.
BTW, teska srca priznajem - ovaj moj blog je postao smece. I morat cu vratiti onaj osjecaj topline i miline koji me znao obuzeti kad bih dosla na ovu stranicu. Nesto kao kad otvoris vrata doma. To je meni bio moj blog. A sad je gomila sranja, da prostite.
Dok se ne vratim, odlucujem zivjeti na staroj slavi. Doduse, nije toliko staro, a bormec ni slavno, al kuzite kaj vec hocu reci. Moj top five postova.
1. post s najdrazim naslovom
2. sav neki metaforicki post
3. razgovori, pregovori
4. o Crkvi post
5. kratak i sladak post
Evo, pa ak me se netko zazeli... Citamo se u sto skorije vrijeme, I hope.
UPDATE: Poli, dozvoli molim te - nisam lijena nego zaposlena. Psssst. A ostalima, ma nisam napisala da mi je blog smece zato da bi mi vi sad napisali da nije, nego vidim da sam prije pisala bolje, kvalitetnije i pametnije. Dakle, kakav god da je prije bio, sad je barem upola gori. Pa moram osmislit kako da mu vratim stari sjaj :-)
Lijepu nedjelju i jos ljepsi naredni tjedan zelim!
utorak, 11.10.2005.
Malo šale na vlastiti račun.
Dobila sam ovaj mail danas, pošteno sam razgibala mišiće za smijanje pa da podijelim ushit s vama...
All meals your parents have ever prepared contain one key ingredient: "Vegeta".
You were still in elementary school the first time you got drunk.
You are never ever allowed to sit by an open window for fear of catching pneumonia from the "propuh" (even in the middle of summer).
You insist that you can spot a Serb from a mile away.
The use of vulgar language at home is unacceptable, unless it is Croatian.
English words are acceptable if used with the ending "A-T-I" which makes them Croatian..."play-ati", "study-ati".
Your Dida mowes the lawn in knee high black socks and sandals.
Your Dida has a shot of Rakija for breakfast.
At least one family member makes his own wine.
"Sljivovica" is used not only to celebrate at all occasions, but to cure illness and as a massage lotion as well.
At the age of 13, you are allowed to go out of town with your friends for Croatian soccer tournaments, folklore festivals and dances.
Your parents were at the function where you got drunk.
The majority of your friends are also your relatives, even if they aren't your relatives, you refer to their parents as "Teta" and "Striko".
You are the only kid in your class who doesn't get to sleep in on Saturdays because of "Hrvatska Skola".
"Kuhace" are not only used for stirring when cooking...they are also used by Mama to beat you when there is no "siba" handy.
At least once before you've told your parents that you'll call the police to report "child abuse" and your parents said "Samo probaj".
Mama beat you in public on at least one occasion.
When leaving the house to go out, you always receive the same warnings(regardless of age): -"Pazi sta radis", "Pamet u glavu", "Nemoj me sramotit", "Nemoj da ja sta cujem".
Sadly, if something actually does happen, somehow Mama will know before you make it home.
Mama gets pissed off at you for bringing home McDonalds saying, "sta ce ti taj junk?".
Your parents insist that you'll end up a nobody if you don't graduate from "fakultet".
Lunch on sundays have more courses than Amerikanci have for Christmas or Thanksgiving dinner.
You know that in addition to fruit flavoured Jello, that gelatin can also be prepared with pigs feet.
You love "pasteta", but don't like bringing it to school or work for lunch because you'd be embarassed if someone asked you what it was.
There is a slab of fat in your fridge called SLANINA.
Your mother washes the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher.
Vegetarianism is not a concept your parents understand.
All other action stops when you hear people speaking Serbian in a store somewhere and your mom starts to talk to you in english so that the serbian people won't find out you speak "their" language and start trying to be your friend.
You have at least one short-wave radio in your house.
You smell garlic on the old man's breath behind you sitting on the klupa in church on Sunday mornings.
You live with your parents until you are married.
Mama thinks that whenever you get sick it's because you didn't eat enough.
When upset, it isn't unusual for Tata to send you "u pizdu materinu".
Baba and Dida wear at least 3 layers of clothing in all seasons.
Dida and/or Baka spits into a napkin at the dinner table.
Your parents turn the channel when there is a kissing scene.
Dida & Baka insist you are quiet while he watches the news even though he doesn't understand a single word they're saying. Regardless of the fact he doesn't understand what they're saying, he knows more about what's going on in the world than you do.
You never got the "Birds and the Bees" talk from Mama and Tata as you were growing up.
Whenever your parents said "vidit cemo" you knew that it meant "NO!".
Everything that goes wrong in the world can somehow be traced back to Serbs.
Your cousin in Croatia who calls you to send him money had a cell phone before you and wears only name brand clothing.
Your relatives in Croatia think it's strange if you are not married by the age of 18.
You are only allowed to vacation in the homeland.
You are only allowed to speak Croatian at home.
You have 17 consenants in your name and only 2 vowels.
Your 13 yr old sister can out drink any Amerikanac.
You cringe when you hear the word BATINE and hide.
Your parents still prefer buying cassettes over cds.
No one can pronounce your last name and every kid on the block has a nickname for it.
A CROATIAN wedding consists of a minimum of 1000 people, 2/3 of which you dont even know.
.....You're still laughing your ass off cause u know every single one of these are true!!!!!
srijeda, 05.10.2005.
Hoće li Gibonni održati obećanje?
Koji je ono po Đoletu najgori dan u tjednu? Utorak?
E pa meni je ovaj utorak zakon dan.
Ko prvo (nadam se da me neće tuć zbog objave ekskluzivne informacije), upoznala sam Poli. Ono, baš sam je upoznala i popile kavu nas dvije. Aha! Mislim, Poli s dvije noge, i glasa se i sve, čovjek, fakat. To možda ne zvuči ko neko otkriće al s obzirom da je ovo moje prvo i jedino blogopoznanstvo onda ćete razumjeti moje iznenađenje spoznajom da se fakat iza ovih naših adresa nalaze ljudi, pravi prafcati.
A što se tiče toga kakva je Poli, ne smijem puno sad tu tračat jer će se pročuti, znate ono o dobrom i lošem glasu, a osim toga izgleda mi ko netko ko voli okolo mačetom utjerivat pravdu. Ne znam jel to zbog njenih gustih crnih brkova stječem taj dojam al dok ga se ne riješim neću pričat o susretu :-)
A onda sam poslije Poli trčala u Lisinski da stignem na koncert Matije Dedića i Gibonnija i prateće ekipe. Sasvim neplanirano, uletio "džabaleske", pa otišla vidjeti. Ljudi moji, kako dobar koncert! Kakav štimung! Kakva odlična glazba! Fini jazz, u kombinaciji s Gibonnijevim uspješnicama i klapom Iskon. Predobro! A publika je pjevušila tako skladno, da Gibo nije mogao vjerovati kako dobro zvučimo. Na kraju koncerta (koji je bio organiziran zbog skupljanja love za razminiranje) Gibo je rekao da je vidio da karta košta 180 kuna, i da zbog toga a i zbog atmosfere je odlučio pokloniti nam još jedan koncert, da će on sam zakupiti negdje dvoranu (Lisinski mu je preskup) i odraditi još jedan koncert za nas, a mi neka samo čuvamo ulaznice.
Inače je cijelu večer bio super raspoložen, onako kako samo umjetnici to znaju - veličanstven nastup, a opet skroman... teško je to dočarati... Uglavnom, stvarno predivna večer. I da, saznala sam nešto što me stvarno iznenadilo - Gibonnijev tata je napisao Dalmatino povišću pritrujena. Eto, talent u obitelji.
Ne da mi se više o koncertu, odoh leć. Sve u svemu, "jako dobar dan, za mene jako dobar dan"!
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