Vec dugo je moj zivot trka. Zuri da zavrsis skolu, zuri da se zaposlis, da se dokazes na poslu, da ostvaris politicke i drustvene ambicije, da odrzavas stara i stvaras nova prijateljstva, da vidis sve sto te zanima... Iz cele te trke uvek sam izlazila sa novim elanom, ali sad polako sve vise trebam odmor, a sve manje ga imam. Celo leto nisam nigde mrdnula niti sam imala slobodan dan. Cak i kad nema puno posla, ipak svakodnevno rano budjenje i odlazak na posao, uz celodnevnu koncentraciju iscrpljuje. U poslednjih par meseci sam jos vise nabila tempo, pa i posle radnog dana iskoristim dan

Holandija me na prvi pogled opcinila. U stvari, na drugi, jer sam dosla nocu, pa sam malo sta mogla tad da vidim, ali sam sutradan vec posla na turneju.

Posle svih problema koje sam imala oko kupovinem karte, bila sam mnogo zadovoljna sto sam letela Lufthansom a ne JA(D)T-om jer se kvalitet njihovih usluga kao ni ljubaznost ne moze ni meriti. Posle presedanja u Minhenu, sletela sam na svoju konacnu destinaciju Dizeldorf, gde su me cekali moji prijatelji, i jedreci autoputem za tili cas smo stigli u Holandiju tj. grad

Otkricu ti jednu tajnu. Tu je cuvam, pored srca. Srce kuca dok krv struji, a tajna se od tog greje. Porasla je do plafona. I jos malo, malo vise. Dok pogledas me jednom milo kroz odzak ce ona stici. A ja patim sto ti tajnu, jos odavno ne mogu reci. Rekla bih ti da te volim. Da te ljubim svake noci, usne tvoje peku usne moje, dok ih suze miju u samoci. Pruzila bih ruku tebi. I dlan tvoj na grudi mi spustila. Da pomilujes tajnu samo i osetis srce kako kuca. Priblizi se jos tek malo. Da omirises tajne cari. Jer tajna je moja samo, i nju gaje moji damari.

Ne brini se nocas za nas.

Where's the swich?

Yesterday, as a kind of joke, I was informed that my car was "ready" to pick up. Two weeks ago I had stupidly brought it here to have a check-up – oil, filters, and yada, yada, yada. I should have immediately seen the sodomy in their eyes when they said I had to leave the car for two days even to get an estimate.  

What happens when we are ALL in?

I think that the Great Military Minds sitting in the hallowed halls of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization in Brussels clearly owe a debt of gratitude to our illustrious Prime Minister for his steadfast refusal to sign up.

Kostunica, in telling the world that he is against Serbia’s joining NATO, is actually positing himself as a safeguard of the alliance’s continuity. If we were ALL members, then who would we oppose? Who would the alliance bully into submission? From whom would NATO protect us? If we were all members in this heretofore rather exclusive club, how could we be the envy of the rest of the world – if the rest of the world also carries the club card?

"Read not these words" A. Pope

Of those topics, four are about the traffic on the highways which has become a nightmare IN ANTICIPATION of the much hyped road works. [Kosovo] Seven of the topics relate to government – but how boring is that?  [Kosovo] Our new government has not triggered the much anticipated scandal-mongering spree from our glorious Yellow Press yet, and far be it for me to change the diapers of that particular tar baby. [Kosovo]

A banker’s first and best duty is, of course, to extract all the money from your pocket, mattress, closet, or left shoe and lock it up securely in its vaults.

Never mind all of the advertising you have seen to the contrary telling us about FREE CASH, NO INTEREST, SWISS FRANCS, and Gosh-my-bank-wants-to-buy-me-a-new-house! In the end, your dinars must wind up on the other side of the teller’s counter, ostensibly waiting for you to collect them later, otherwise we would have a lot fewer bankers clogging the arteries of Belgrade with Mercedes, BMWs, and Jaguars.

(If I were a banker, I think I would be the guy in the Astin Martin.)

Of course, this set the wheels spinning. It does not take much, admittedly, but spinning they were set nevertheless.

He was referring to the Great Blic List of 50 Most Powerful Foreigners – published today – from which my humble foreignness was inconspicuously absent. In reality, the lists that I could hope to be on would be more like

List of 50 Bald People

List of 50 Big-Mouthed Complainers

List of 50 Inconsistent Bloggists

List of 50 Foreign Curmudgeons

List of 50 People who Really Do Not Belong on a List of 50 People Published in the Press

The World Series of Baseball is underway between the 2008 champion Philadelphia Philies and the 26-series winning New York Yankees. And while I do not think I am the only one in Serbia to be watching the Series, the club seems to be rather small...

There are times when we accumulate so much information a subject that it must needs burst forth and splat onto the page like squashed blueberry. The following is not a public service announcement or message. It is just overspill.

This is generally regarded as the beginning of the Christmas story in Western Christianity. Caesar Augustus, needing to revamp the Roman budget to maintain his supply of bread and circuses, sent out this emergency decree. I think he used Facebook, but this is an unconfirmed rumor.

In the fall, when we gain an hour moving back into normal time, most of us use it to sleep. Either that, or we get up artificially early and say to ourselves that we have a much longer day in which to be Productive! But the change usually happens on Sunday so the extra hour is generally used in idleness...