Somewhere in between Tokyo and Milwaukee

time to f$#@ post again ehhh?!!!!!

2008-02-11T08:16:00.001Z

2007-07-04T16:10:00.000+01:00

So, I found this on the door of a toilet in the US... I was exploring the place where i am going to be a resident advisor next year, and guess what?! I see this as i undo my pants and turn around to pea!! After a moment of awkward silence, i burst out a laughter which, i guess, scared the hell out of everyone who was shitting or peaing or masturbating in the shower. Anyway...
I am back in Turkey now. Nothing much is going on. Hope everyone is doing well, but that does not mean i care about you all! haha.. just joking
peace

Now I might have changed my opinion of Latinas...

2007-06-19T21:29:00.000+01:00

...as they are not all small and hairy as I thought. As they say, to every rule there is an exception hahaha

2007-04-05T01:15:00.000+01:00

Helloween - Perfect Gentleman

Just remembered this - crazy shit!!!z

Playboy Afghanistan edition

2007-04-02T18:52:00.000+01:00

how stupid!

2007-03-30T22:09:00.000+01:00

muuuuuuuuaaa(that´s a huge "hello" kiss)
so, hello!
in uruguay we ussually say hy by kissing each other on the cheek. that´s nice, yeah... but imagine two people meeting randomly, and each of them walks towards the other one to say hy. a guy and a girl, for instance.
guy´s mind: so, is she gonna kiss me on the cheek? or... should i kiss her cheek?___this dilema continues untill the very instant in where they actuallyget to greet(?) each other.
girl´s mind:ok, in order to avoid a misleading action i´ll just leave my cheek ready to be kissed! in the very instant they "kiss" each other: muaa!(the noise heard when we kiss someone).
who kissed who? we might ask ourselves. nobody actually! it was all a farse!! the action consisted of two people "cheeking" each others cheek!! how sad!!
juan and martin work in the same place. they are highly remunarated bussiness men and are going to meet up to discuss the case of one of their subordinates(some one that works for them). a very delicate issue: the guy that worked for them had been going through a very rough time in his life and it was not his fault he encountered himself in that situation. he hadn´t been very efficient at work in the last two months, so, juan and Martin were going to evaluate and decide if the guy was going to remain a opart of the company. they were to decide if he was going to be fired or not!
Marting was waiting for Juan in the meeting place as he sees juan entering through the door.
juan´s mind while he walks towards martin to greet him: this is going to be avery hard decission to make!... oh, i´ll kiss his cheek, we are grown ups and it´s not that trascendental!
martin´s mid while he stands up to greet juan: it´s a bit warm in here. i have to buy an air conditioner.
in the very moment when they greet each other: muaa!(the same noise)
juan´s mind: shit!!! we kissed
martin´s mind: ohh fuck!! he kissed me...or... we kissed... did i kiss him? will he think i´m gay or smthg?
juan´s mind: will he think i´m gay? should i explain it wasn´t on purpose?... but.. maybe he kissed me! oh damn!!!! should i stay or should i go?
martin´s mind: we better finish this meeting soon!!... should i say i´m sorry?... what if he wanted to do that?!...
martin and juan saying at the same time: how awkward!
martin says: yes! well, we have to decide waht to do with "guy".(trying to move fast from the weird situation)
juan says: yep!! but... i mean... (-thinking- i think he should stay. his a really nice "guy" but i don´t want to spend all the afternoon discussing this and that about the "guy"... ´shit! will he think í was insinuating smthg to him??)...
martin says: yeah... he has not been performing well at all... it´s the companys policy.
juan says: i know! so... i´ll inform that to "guy"!...... greetings to your wife, i gotta go!
martin says: ok, problem solved then! (thank god he´s leaving)
you see?! idiots are averywhere and they will haunt you down!!
i just wanted to show how stupid things are sometimes. i feel sorry about the "guy", subjected to the stupidity of others.
i have asumed it! there are idiots everywhere and i am one too. have you asumed it?
i hope you are all doing great!! don´t stop writing.
(this is specially dedicated to Salome WHO MADE ME SMILE WITH HER E-MAIL)
PEACE OUT,
ALE

2007-03-26T20:02:00.000+01:00

Crazy Indian Music Video

this guy is my new HERO!!!

i just want to sleep!!

2007-03-26T07:35:00.000+01:00

i just want to sleep! is that a crime?

is that bad that i wake up at lunch time every day?
riiiiing riiiiing my cellphone rings and i realize i am late for work. Not again!!! i have had a nasty week. sleepy and all, i took my back-pack and left. while lighting the "pucho" i almost vomited; nothing i had eaten. i had to buy soda not to faint! it was too warm and i got up too fast! that was probably the reason for me feeling sick. yeah, the cigarrette was the trigger of course. i still had to get on the bus to get to work(an hour under the sun and next to the always charming, sweaty, and sticky passengers) but wouldn´t have saved me from getting there on time. so, i had to take a taxi to the other side of town.

_ would a 100 "pesos"get me to "la teja"?(part of the city where i work)
_ no
_shit!! anyways, i have to get there.
you better hurry for this fortune or i´ll be in troubles!!

_blblablablabla YOU CAN´T SMOKE IN HERE!!!! blablablabla

i knew that cab was gonna cost me 200 pesos and that was sad!! a bus only costs $15.
half way when i had convinced him we were too far from the central so i could smoke i decided to look my "agenda".

_ take it easy. u don´t have to hurry!(i said)

fuck!! i was one hour too early and to sleepy to have realized!
some of us are idiots and that can´t be denied.

this was just some factual evidence form your fellow idiot... i mean... friend! ;)

what about all of u suckers!! i miss being part of collective stupidity. stand by me and show me i am not the only one!!!... pleaseeeeeeee :(=

Absolute believe

2007-03-17T18:02:00.000Z

As I was walking out of the science library today, after 3 hours of work on corporate social responsibility and the government role, I smelled something funny. Wait a second..... it's weed! After breaking up into a smile, I sniffed around a few more time and then I see 2 brothers working as security guys for the library, with one of them imitating my sniff and smiling. We had a nice conversation. Who knows, maybe next time, after another essay - I'll pick up some from him??

An ethical lecture

2007-03-03T16:26:00.000Z

Oi, so a nice new story from London!

To begin with, this Wednesday we agreed we agreed we will have a major course get-together session in my friend Kunal's halls. To make it fun we thought about getting some zoot(weed) and beer for the atmosphere. We had an amazing time, with the Egyptian guy rolling a machine gun ( for rouches added together) joint!!! In reminiscence, as you all remember from our college time I used to get slack for events I was not part of (e.g. major party in NH 202 when Ivan broke the wall, etc. = pick your favourite). So, the guy whose halls/kitchen we went to WASN'T there. The reason was some girl and we branded him "hoes before broes". Next day we had our usual pre-econ tutorial drink at Easy G(J) ays , our local university union pub. Now, the story kicks in. Me and Jess are waiting for Kunal and he comes with a blank face. What happened? Apparently there was a regular pre-scheduled room check for that day and they found weed in his kitchen. Warden, being very Kippish, went straight to his room and started shouting at him. The epilogue - 100 quid fine for smoking weed in halls and 4 months going to UCL Drug counseling!!! Since he had the evidence (zoot) on him he started to roll it on the table. In the same instant prospective students came in on their UCL tour. Just imagine, you go to uni tour and first thing you see is a maharajah rolling in the union bar - anybody remembers my "welcoming shot"policy for my 1st year roomies?

WSS Moral of the story: If you dis your friends for a girl you go to UCL Drug counseling haha

A perfect night of football

2007-02-22T11:59:00.000Z

Oi, mazzafakaz, bandido's and shitmakers.

Yesterday night was a glorious night for all those who support Liverpool. Backtracking a bit, first try to imagine me and 20 Sikhs going to watch Barca-Liverpool in UCL pub/student place; do not ask me how this came to be or why, it just came about. Anyhow, we were all yelling in support for the Mighty Reds, drinking snakebite and they go 1 nil down. Then a moment of magic occurs and L'pool scores . In the build -up of the game allegedly there was a bust up between Rise and Bellamy,where Bellamy hit him with a golf club,thus the picture :)
Reds went on to win 2-1 and I was jumping all the time and celebrating wildly,occasionally yelling at Barca players branding them "diving cunts".

On another hand that makes 1 week of my annual smoking fast today,so bow to me :)

P.S Eduuuuuuuuuuuu,there is a site called http://www.miniclip.com/games/en/ if you want to play funny games online (try black knight and commando)

Newest piece of wisdom and so on

2007-02-20T21:22:00.000Z

Oi, a few small updates.

To begin with, I realised that going out with a bunch of girls to a place where every drink is one quid is rather not smart. It was funny though, as one of the girls had love cleavage and enormous breasts so there was at some point 8 chavs around her, all asking if they can do something for her ahahahaha Otherwise if that shit that they gave me is actually whiskey I am from Surinam, not Serbia. Good news is that tomorrow we have a big man-up to watch Barca-Liverpool. Hope for good result.

W.S.S If you have friends who cannot understand how broad your perspective actually is then I coined this new term for them "consumerism victims" :)

You know you're Serbian when...

2007-02-10T16:44:00.000Z

Just found this shit on the web, enjoy!

•You have 17 consonants and 2 vowels in your last name

•YOUR 15 YEAR OLD SISTER CAN OUTDRINK ANY AMERIKANAC

•Your father calls you a "dummy" for not knowing how to do something he can't either.

•Your father expects you to study or "hit da books" every waking hour that he's home, and he expects nothing less than an "A".

•A cold shiver runs down your spine when your mom threatens by using the word "tata" in a sentence.

•Your granma calls all cereal "Corn Flakes".

•There's at least one relative that your family refuses to talk to.

•When you make jokes based on your own tragedy

•YOUR CHURCH HAS A FULLY LOADED BAR

•You don't want to have or do any business with Serbs.

•You have a Serbian cross, flag, or icon, hanging from your rear view mirror

•Your uncle makes his own wine that is stronger than rakija

•There is a baba hotline 1-800-CALL-GRANMA

•Your mother insists that "promaja" will kill you

•Rakija is used to cure all illnesses, celebrate all occasions and as a massage lotion

•At your birthdays everyone is singing "Happy brzday tu u"

• WHEN YOUR FRIENDS CAN'T BELIEVE YOU GOT DRUNK AT A CHURCH FUNCTION

•Your parents pronounce three, thirteen and thirty three as tri, tirteen, and tirty tree.

•When your parents constantly say you'll end up a nobody if you don't graduate from University

•When you have to reassure your Mother that her cooking is the best

•Whenever you went by granma's house, she offered you supa, sarma, pecenje or kolace and got mad if you didn't eat EVERYTHING.

• YOU ARE AT A ZABAVA AND GUYS TRY TO PICK YOU UP WITH THE LINE "HEY BABY, WHAT'S YOUR SLAVA?"

•Your American friends will never understand why you spend so much time at church events and you are the farthest thing from holy that there is

•You live for the annual Folkfest and/or Soccer Tournament

•Whenever you kiss somebody, you kiss them 3 times.

•When you are told that you'll grow a tail if you drink coffee at a young age

•You are freaked out by 'Babaroga'

•Your father pronounces "oops" as "ups."

•You hear the word "BATINE" and you cringe or go into convulsions

•You have opanke hanging from your rear view mirror

•The first conversation you had as a baby used the words "jebi ga"

•You cant imagine hearing a song without the obligatory "harmonikas solo"

•Everyone is sure that you're Italian or Greek

•No one has ever pronounced your last name right, and every kid on the block has a nickname for it

•WHEN YOUR GRANMA TELLS YOU THAT YOUR GRANDPA IS PERFECT BUT DON'T ASK HIM ANYTHING

•WHEN THE GRANMA GRAPEVINE TRAVELS FASTER THAN THE NATIONAL EMERGENCY ALERT

•You know at least 20 Tool and Die Makers or Machinists or you are one yourself.

•Your Grandpa tells you "kad sam ja bio u tvoje godine...."

•You go to church 2 times a year... Bozic and Uskrs

•When you say you're hungry, and then go buy pack of smokes

•When your granma chases you down the street with her shoe...

•When your father is talking to you and every other word he calls you is budala...

•You have a shot of rakija followed by a black coffee and a pack of Malboro's for breakfast. (so true)

•WHEN YOUR FATHER TELLS YOU A NARODNA POSLOVICA (FOLK WISDOM) FOR EVERY SINGLE WRONG THING YOU DO AND YOU THINK HE MADE THEM ALL UP JUST TO PROVE A POINT.

•When there are more fights at a wedding than a championship match

•When you write on your history exam that Nikola Tesla is the father of electricity not Thomas Edison and you teacher fails you.

•You get scared when your dad sneezes

•When your parents will only go to the doctor if they are passed out on the floor or have severed a limb

•When the first thing you do when you walk into a friends house, is take off your shoes, kiss their mom, and shake their dad's hand

•When your friends' parents talk to you like they're YOUR PARENTS too. (TRUE)

•When your father says "samo ako te zgrabim ja"

•THE WORD "SRAMOTA!"(shame) WILL DETER YOU FROM ANYTHING

•Every one of your relatives from the old country that immigrates to the the US is an engineer

•Cevapcici on the grill are better than steak any day

•All Middle Easterners are "Turci"(Turks)

•YOUR GROWN UNCLE GETS A "BATINE" FROM YOUR GRANMA AND YOU DON'T THINK TWICE ABOUT IT

•A week after Slava, Bozic, and Easter you are still eating sarma

•You can dance a kolo to anything, including Serbian rock

•You read this list to your mum and dad and all they have to say in their defense is "IC NAT TRU!!!"

•When you've been called djubre (piece of shit) at least once in your life

•You have a gold chain with a 'pravoslavni krst' on it

•WHEN YOU SAY BITCH INSTEAD OF BEACH AND BEACH INSTEAD OF BITCH

•You know you're a Serb when you sing "DJURDJEVDAN" at all serbian parties

•YOUR DAD TELLS YOU "DIS IS THE TURD TIME I AM TELLING YOU DIS" AND YOU ARE AFRAID TO LAUGH

•You have no idea why the other girls in second grade are so upset when you tell them you eat lamb

•You have a doily covering your DVD, VCR, printer, scanner

•When you say your last name first and prefer last names that ends in "ic"

•You know you're Serbian when all you have to do is sniffle and your parents (almost gladly) say, "Uh- huh" and start yelling at you for getting sick

•When people still think you are from Siberia no matter how many times you tell them Serbia

•When you watch a movie and wait to the end to see if there are any jugovic in the credits

•YOUR FAVOURITE PHRASE IS "NEMA PROBLEMA"(NO PROBLEM)

•When you can actually pronounce the "g" in jagnje

•When your Deda (Grandpa) always says "Dodji Dedi"

•Your dad calls your friend Sarah > sera, and your friend Jose > koza

•Your parents tell you that "gurlz" love guys that can dance a good kolo

•Grandma says "palachinki" and everyone heads for the table

•When your dad does a running commentary through a movie and he thinks he knows everything that's going to happen even though he has never seen the movie

•When you actually know what it means when Peja Stojakovic holds up three fingers

•Your dad yells at you "budala, neznas nista!" when you tell him that the crowd isn't yelling "DIVAC", they are actually yelling "Defense" during the Sacramento Kings game regardless if they are home or away (HAHA)

•When you call Santa "Deda Mraze"

•Upon meeting another Serb, one of your first questions is, "What church do You go to?"

•You've convinced all your friends that Bon Jovi's name is actually Bojan Jovic

•You can make a public announcement by telling just one Serb friend something in confidence.

•Your uncle makes his own wine that is stronger than rakija

•As a child, the babas at your church caused you permanent brain damage from asphyxiation by pressing your face into their ample boobs while shouting, "o joj, zlato!" over and over again

•When DAD goes to any professional and says STA ON ZNA, NEMA POJMA

•You know you're a Serb when your parents yell "kakva je ta skola" when you cannot complete their tax returns while you're in the third grade.

•You tell your friends that you love sipak (rosehip) jam and they have no idea what it is

•You call Dolce&Gabanna clothes Dragan&Goran

--- OK SO YEAH I KNOW THAT LIST WAS REALLY LONG ... IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER FUNNY ONES LET ME KNOW AND I'LL PUT THEM UP!! IF YOU KNOW YOU'RE A SERB AND YOU'RE DAMN FUCKING PROUD OF IT, JOIN THE GROUP ... AND INVITE YOUR SERB FRIENDS TO JOIN TOO :D

....... We all know there are 2 types of people in this world .. the Serbians and everyone who wish they were Serbian ♥........... you know it's true ;)

Fiat Multipla

2007-02-10T15:51:00.000Z

This post is dedicated to the ugliest car in the universe (Ramon, nothing on national level :)
I mean, not that Yugo is better or whatever, but it ain't that ugly!

2007-02-03T20:54:00.000Z

I never thought I would have to write one of these.

It is really sad , but I just learned that our co-year Daniel from Sweden has passed away.

Danilel , Rest in Peace

My condolences to his family and friends from home

2007-01-31T19:19:00.000Z

Gym Class Heroes New Years Greeting

Hahaha - a bit late, but never to late - happy new years in a peculiar fashion!x

Ramon it's done!!!

2007-01-28T23:31:00.000Z

Rami I forgot to mention,but, I finally got my zippo engraved on winter break! Proud of me, eh?
Btw, I was planning to send you one to US (same everything) but I figured out you might get into some shit so I will send you one this summer. Take care,
Nikola

A joke

2007-01-27T16:07:00.000Z

The Advantage of Being an ARAB

An old Arab lived close to New York City for more than 40 years.
One day, he decided that he would love to plant potatoes and herbs in his garden,
but he knew he was alone and too old and weak.
His son was in college in Paris, so the old man sent him an e-mail explaining the problem:
"Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can't plant potatoes in my garden.
I am sure, if only you were here, that you would help me and dig up the garden for me.
I love you, your father."
The following day, the old man received a response e-mail from his son:
"Beloved father, please don't touch the garden. That is where I have hidden 'the THING.'
I love you, too, Ahmed."
At 4pm the FBI and the Rangers visited the house of the old man and took the whole garden apart,
searching every inch. But they couldn't find anything.
Disappointed, they left the house.
The next day, the old man received another e-mail from his son:
"Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can plant your potatoes.
That is all I could do for you from here. Your loving son, Ahmed

The Men of Style and Substance

2007-01-20T01:30:00.000Z

Dear all, a small update from the city of London. I finally put my stuff into the room as you can see. There are loads of pics on the wall with compulsory naked pussy calendar (there is always a better mood in the room if holes are around as a WSS friend of mine once pointed out!). And Alejandro, there is the Uruguayan flag as I promised so I am waiting for a pic of the Serbian flag on your wall!
On the other fronts I saw Ivan and it was sooooooooooo nice to see him again. He still has the accent and he is concetrated on his studies, and luckily he will not get into any shit this semester. And he fits much nicer in city environment than in Norwegian countryside :)

Anyhow, Eduuuuuu I am still smoking good old black Sobranie - some Men of Style and Substance personal trait and you should add a statue of Ganesh - he is quite inspiring hahaha

Take care guys and I'll write soon enough,
The WSS

The one and only.... update coming soon!

2007-01-19T20:06:00.000Z

Memory lane

2007-01-09T20:14:00.000Z

Haluuuuuuuuuu,
Due to the file-sharing and globalization through things like facebook I got my hands on some great pictures that incite certain images and deeds from our UWC time (flush,flush!)
Now put your hands up for Vidar!!!

Behold, oh people of the world, it is Vidar the Sewage man...

(to the tune of Popeye the sailor man)

"I am Vidar the Sewage man,
I clean all the shit I can,
I am ugly and funny,
and smelly and canny,
Because I am Vidar the SEWAGE MAN
FLUSH, FLUSH!!!"

Anyone remembers Andreas Bakerrud?

2007-01-09T13:19:00.000Z

www.studentbeans.com/london

Some stories from Serbia

2007-01-09T11:07:00.000Z

I realised that Ale, Doofus,Edu,Grzesiek and Ramon do not have facebook and thus do not read these stories of mine that I post there so I am making amends now by joining 2 of them in 1 blog post. So on we go:

Excerpts from life in the Motherland

First of all I would like to state that I just love taxi drivers back home. I can bet that you don’t get guys like this in other countries, save the other Balkan holes. Anyhow, back to the point – the motherland.

I might have spoken about this custom of ours, you see each household celebrates a specific saint day and we call it slava ( literally meaning glory – funny how we see ourselves, eh?). So, my mothers faimly’s slava is Saint Nicholas, on 19th of December, and to make it clear we had a lunch set at 13 30 that day. Now, I woke up with an immense hangover, and could barely stand on my feet. I felt like a skeleton (you know the feeling when you wake up, mouth dry, stomach empty and you feel you weigh nothing?) and I had a coffee and a cig to start my day and then I dressed up all smart – shirt, tie, shoes, cigarette case – everything! The moment I went out to the street to grab a cab I realised my mistake, I haven’t noticed in my state but it has been snowing and raining the whole night! It was quite an effort to stand on my feet in those shoes, sliding as they were, and to ignore the stares from people; just imagine me all dressed up, sliding down, cursing and trying to light a cigarette in vain.

The cab driver was silent until the moment we saw a fat women crossing the street. Then he said to me

Taxi Driver:“Look at this women. She must be so unhappy being so ugly and fat”
(I thought for a moment to say look at yourself but wisely replied) “I guess so”
TD: “You know I was like that too a year ago, but then I fell in love with this women. She looks cosmical (putting his hands up and almost causing a crash). I already lost 15 kg for her:
Me: “Well that’s great, but maybe she needs more”
TD (deadly serious): “I will lose 15 kilos more!”

Great for him, but no banana.
When I got there, being me 15 mins earlier, I realised that others would be veeeeeeery late (and they were hour and more). Now, my grandpa from my mum’s side has a very high expectation when you get there. He always brings out a bottle of rakija, two glasses and with a exclamation “Let’s work!”makes you drink with him. Not to mention that he gets really awful rakija, almost like ethanol with fruit sirup. Several rakija’s (hours) later I went to my friend Stefan’s slava. There was also other friends of his there, so we had an interesting time emptying several bottles of wine. At some point two guys started arguing about God (it always happens that way, doesn’t it?):

Guy 1: “God doesn’t exist. I don’t believe in that”
G2: “ How can you not believe in that. God is great, with white tie and white Piaccoti shoes! (Bet you can’t get where this came from, it’ a primite Balkan/Belgrade vision of God, hahaha)
G1: “What do you know, you are just saying some crap!”
G2: “Look, IF you don’t believe in God you are shit. But it’s slava, so let’s drink some more”

Good old Serbian happy ending. Oh, I almost forgot to say but the next day was my 3rd driving test, I mean I drove without license anyway, so let’s make it formal! Now the funny part is that the driving school was sick and tired of me coming non-stop and joking around so they told me that I will pass, if I be silent. Not a problem when one is hangover. The car you do a test on is a Yugo, a very special Serbian-made car, almost like a cruel joke of mother mechanics. It doesn’t have a starting gear, you go to the second one and then to first one. Not understanding? I know, it’s rather hard. Nevertheless, it ended up with instructor almost driving instead of me, so that I can get that thing done and I did – I am a proud owner of Serbian driving license. The problem is that I haven’t really driven for more than a year, and when I sat down the next day in a car and tried to drive around Belgrade I figured out it is easier to hit on a girl knowing you will be rejected than to try and drive around Belgrade! Seriously, imagine if nobody respects the rules, everybody is shouting/swearing and roads are full of holes. Would you drive there?

Then the people. Same as always, only going to different places and bars (new ones do open all the time). There are always new stories, and it will never cease to amaze me how they have this twisted martyr syndrom – wanted to be hurt so that they can take revenge. Rather proper nuttheads. Then yesterday I was laughing with all my heart, another taxi driver was explaining me what he used to do ages ago when he was smuggler and thief. At some point he went abroad to work as he concluded “ fuck that country where you have nothing to steal” (during the 1990’s he went to Montenegro seaside, to the main beach in the main tourist center and realised there is not even one expensive towel he can steal!). To make it better he serves you sweets in the taxi, the taxi of 21st century as he puts it.

In conclusion, honestly, I usually need a month to adapt myself to Serbia and live as I used to. Given that the break is 3 weeks and that I just can’t be arsed I decided to escape to the mountains for a few days and come back on 31st of December. Good trip to me. x

P.S Sadly I havent' been able to locate a suitable White Mage to tell me my future and remove the black magic from me (if there is any).

Motherland stories

So, more motherland stories. I went to the mountains and since it was just 3 us guys there we decided you know, let’s drink a bit and go in nightlife and look for some female beings. After finishing a bottle of red Johnie we figured out it is time to go and off we went but,but,but… unfortunately that day people haven’t arrived leaving us with some primary school excursion and 40+ people around. Hell no! Luckily enough other days were better and we met some Belgrade people and managed to see all the turbo folk/sport stars. Tetka video sam I Cecu!!!

Anyhow, there was a debate in the public whether or not to have Ceca singing for Serbian New Year in the front of national assembly. The issue is that the public budget is financing the concert and she is a widow of a war criminal so people object it. In my opinion it is the best pre-election commercial the ruling party could have got – it can’t get more popular than Ceca for masses of people.Common this wopman or cultural show, what do you think the people want??? :)

Oh yeah as I was celebrating New Year’s here my friend stayed at the mountain. They met some other friends of mine up there and went all together to the new year party. However, in the spirit of good old Balkan custom a fight broke out and half of them went out to “see what’s happening” and other half went home and nicked a coat from one of the original 2 guys that went there (again in the good old Balkan spirit). Luckily for him I knew the other guys so he got his coat back hahaha otherwise it would simply “dissapear”. Speaking about thieves I found out that my favourite thief is still in business selling stolen Italian stuff to people. Chuti for those who know him is also very much alive and asking for money.

Finally on very,very,very sad note they started making cigarette packages here with “smoking is dangerous” signs. A joke appeared immediately when a Gypsy comes to the street shop and asks for a pack of cigarettes. After getting one on which it says “smoking causes impotence” he asks the seller: “Hey, can I get the other cigarettes from which you get cancer?”. But, fear not, Davidoff already found a solution – they are selling packages with stickers. So, if you don’t like “smoking kills” sign you can simply take it away hahaha

P.S I quit driving until summer…

the perfect storm

2006-12-18T17:53:00.000Z

- yeah okay! i guess it´s too warm to stay at home doing nothing!

that´s what i said to "el Peludo", my friend, so i started walking to the beach (about fifteen blocks from home). when i arrived to the "rambla" , the pedestrian street going along the beach, i saw my friends who were already drinking a beer and i joined in. the cigarretes, the beer, the chats, the gossips, the pranks, they were all going well untill one of my friedns suddenly realised that the stars had disappeared. the sky was all full of clouds. on the horizon the lightnings were striking through the clouds allowing to see their shape by contrasting with the light. it was really beautifull, shades of blues and greys, and we stayed stupefyied for a while admiring that beauty.
every minute that passed the lightnings were striking closer and closer to us, but we stayed there. "surprigsingly" one stroked on a little island 500 metres from us and it was damn scary. having priored that a lightning could be harmfull we decided to cross the street and have abeer by the gas station. now that i am fresh and have thought about it, i would have prefered being anywhere else than next to a gas station on an electric storm night!! but in the moment i had other preocupations, like having to walk further than two blocks to buy an ever-inspiring cold beer. as we drunk and waited for the minutes to come after the other, some rain drops started to be noticed on the pavement.
ale- shall we abscond ;) ?
peludo- oh come on!! it´s just a few drops. besides, what will we do? ít is still quite early!!
ale- true,true!! let´s buy some cigs and another beer.
peludo- oki
So we went in and bought the beer and the cigs. before we even had the opportunity to set a foot outside the door of the ministore in the gas station, docens of people were rushing inside. the guy in the store went frenzy trying to get all the extremely wet individuals out of there . in the meantime i felt like a canned sardine with claustrophobia.
to be continued...
and itwas

ALE

One day of being a Serb

2006-12-17T22:31:00.000Z

I love airports. Don’t get me wrong. I once got stuck two days on Oslo airport and I had so much fun and even took a few photos to mark the occasion.

Now what I did not expect is to be stuck again, this time in London. I woke up at fucking 7 am just to be there in time and be safe. Then first surprise – your flight is delayed. Just great. How much? 4 hours! Still not to bad, I mean Friday night home is still mine to take. But then when I was going through security checking a major surprise happened.

So, they take my staff and run it through scan to check. Fair enough. Then I pass through and they don’t give me my bag back. “Sorry mister, it needs to be checked further”. Fuck off I thought but didn’t say, stop masturbating stupid airport workers. After a while another 2 guys come and start putting staff out of my bag with gloves and checking them on some strange machines. Then one of them started asking me very weird questions, like where do I study and so on. As I was a bit rude/aggressive toward him he needed to call his superior. The superior guy had some credentials so I quickly figured out that I shouldn’t fuck around with that one. So he comes and starts asking an interesting sequence of questions:

Security Man: Where are you from?

Me: Serbia.

SM: When did you arrive in UK?

Me: 26^th of September.

SM: What are you studying?

Me: Economics and Business at University College London.

SM: Which city is that?

Me: Errrr… London?

SM: Aha ok. (starts listing through my passport)

You travel a lot?

Me: Yes.

SM (notices Lebanese stamp): Did you go to Lybia?

Me: No, to Lebanon.

SM: When did you go there?

Me: This summer.

SM: During the war.

Me: No, actually I left before the attack; you can see it on the passport stamps.

SM ( looks through the passport and sees that I am right and ponders a bit):

What did you do there?

Me: I visited a friend.

SM: Mhm. Where?

Me: Jbeil.

SM: Hmmmm… Where is that, north or south?

Me: Ehmm, sort of center?

SM: Who lives there?

Me: Maronites.

SM (looking really puzzled): What??

Me: Christians.

SM: Aha. Well, you know that your camera is actually showing explosive particles on our scans, and it is getting us concerned?

Me: Well, if it is like that – it gets me concerned as well.

After a bit of shuffle and talking between themselves, they decided to give me back my possessions. Probs I don’t look like a friend of Bin Laden after all, too blond J But it is about to get better. The flight is delayed and I am stuck in smoker’s cage – yes, it is a cage, it even looks like one! And then I hear that our flight is cancelled. Just great, and to make it better we need to go through immigration procedure and fill in the cartons and blah,blah,blah. The luggage is delayed by another half an hour and then we all go to Serbian Air Transport company desk. Because there was only Balkans there a dispute erupted between passengers and desk workers. Surprised?

We are shipped to some barracks near the airport to wait for morning flight – which means brutal waking up at 4 am without a possibility of saying no. The hotel of course has no lift so we go through a labyrinth up and down to reach rooms. My room card didn’t work. I go to reception and ask for another one. A funny looking Maharajah gives me another one and I go back and it still doesn’t work. Getting rather pissed I head back and give him a glare and the same message again. He thinks I am too stupid so he comes along to open it for me. He could not do it, not even with the master card so he concludes that the lock is probs not working and gives me a new room – on a fucking 2^nd floor with zillion set of stairs to climb with my luggage. After all that shit I went to dinner which was to no surprise – shit. Ah well, at least you can smoke in the bar and chill. And a fellow passenger had a birthday so people opened their duty free whiskey and we had a nice sort of party there. Balkan people are good at something it seems.

The wake up was like a scene from “1984”. The phone starts rising, then the fax and finally TV starts producing noises. Then another nice surprise, after the check-in at 5.30 they told us that we will likely not fly before 11. While smoking in the cage (yes it actually looks like a cage) an older guy told us that his son-in-law is the pilot and that they knew we wouldn’t take off before 11 but they send us there earlier so that they not pay the bill in the hotel. Hahaha, I didn’t expect better from a Serbian company anyway. After we finally were almost near Belgrade, a great fog started appearing around airport again. So after flying around for 20 mins they decided to fly to Nish and land there, some 250 km away.

The Nish airport is quite a good joke. The area between passport control and landing is a corridor with removable side doors, and on the left side there is a small fence that you can jump over and go inside from the other side. Oh, and it was quite funny to see a file-storing room, apparently they use that as a database instead of a computer. Not to mention that there were 4 planes at the airport, around 600 people and 1 policeman stamping passports. And of course once through there is one luggage line and 600 passengers to hustle with in order to get your luggage. Adorable, ain’t it?

Finally I got home and am happy to be back in the motherland, even if it takes ages to get there!!!

2006-12-14T23:11:00.000Z

Jokes

2006-12-09T05:43:00.000Z

Before heading for home, I felt that I needed to draw your attention to this instructive, and truly invigorating website which I found on a lonesome evening filled with sweet, post-exam disorientation and the ambrosial scent of my glass of rum.

http://moderndrunkardmagazine.com/

I found the wingman article particularly entertaining.

2006-12-07T23:38:00.000Z

I am not Gay - ahahhahahahah

2006-12-06T23:48:00.000Z

It is 00:55h. I am desperately trying to fall asleep, but it doesn't seem I will be able to any time in near future. So tomorrow morning I will look and feel "baiat" (a turkish word used widely for expressing the appearance of an object that has been rottennning at the same place for a long period of time).
Anyways, the question of the evening is: what is the probability that when I wake up there will be no electricity? Hint: I am currently in Bulgaristan. =>
Answer: the same as the probability that when I wake up there will be no water. Or cable TV. Or internet. Or phone connection. They just don't work together, as simple as that. At least for those couple of months here I have learn never to ask for the reasons causing the events. Here things just happen! that is it! Accept it silently, or yoou never know who's gonna put a bomb in your ass..
I am tired.....

Marlboro Lights - loved by Evil Things everywhere

2006-12-06T22:19:00.000Z

Special thanks to the Djinn for posing.
In case you are unsure about the origin of this pic try to look up or possibly even watch film "The Wishmaster".

Black Knight!!!!

2006-12-05T18:45:00.000Z

Hey everyone, did we stop posting here or what?

Anyhow there has been much and more happening here and with me. To begin with I found this awesome source of amusement when I am in the stage of writing essays and assignemnts but not really - and this is especially convenient for those who lived in da cave:

http://www.miniclip.com/games/black-knight/en/

Uni is always interesting even though my maths teacher has gone next level - damn it I should have taken math higher or something. Btw he is a Chinese guy who can't really pronounce things that well and last class he was just hillarious - he was stating the we need to use oxoloron function to solve the main function (then he writes it on the board and it says "auxilliary). When somebody (out of 5 people since he doesn't take attendance) pointed out how it is pronounced he conceded that he has difficulties in pronouncing things and said that the other way to call these helping functions is karkateristic functions ( then he writes on the board "characteristic). I sincerely love Dr Lee!

I also realised that my alcohol habits are somewhat strange for Brits- after all they are not used to drink pure vodka hahaha. Besides, they are not that good in keeping up how much I drink anyway. Oh and tell you what I got Jackassed!!! It's all about my greed and bad habits. So picture this - the WSS is walking back home over this bridge and he desperately wants to smoke but cigs are home so no banana. Then two guys stop him and want to interview him and I ask for cigarette and get one so I agree to the interview thingie. Then they ask me to put a very small glove on one of the guys (who is pretending to be drunk) hand. Of course it is rather impossible and as I try the other guy comes around and gives me a finger in the ass, hahaha and then tells me where the camera is and that I will appear in the show. Brilliant, ain't it?

On the positive side I am further enhancing my cooking skills with the help of various sauces and my Chinese corridor-mates. You shall taste it one day!!!

P.S Does anyone know where Eduardo is and how he is? I am getting afraid...

2006-12-04T21:53:00.000Z

Shit, I have just written 2200 words done a math final, and am still deprived even of a jar of beer at a nice pub!!!
So I hereby proclaim (echoing a certain Wise Portuguese Sage):

UNDER 21, WITHOUT A GOOD JOB AND A CREDIT CARD, AMERICA SUCKS!

Land of Opportunity my ass

2006-11-22T02:11:00.000Z

Tarzan and Jane

Hahaha, what do you think?

ohhhhhhh

2006-11-19T08:54:00.000Z

what a night!!!!!

quarter to seven in the morning.

so cool that i had to share it!!! montevidean night!!!

now i´ll go to bed (i am so tired!!!!!)

it´s so nice not to know anybody when one goes out!!!party party party!!!
the place where i went was called the north and it was crowded!!! ten minutes inside was enough!!!

love you all

bye
crazy

ohhhh

Some Wisdom

2006-11-17T17:22:00.000Z

I am reading a playwright called Pirandello (Ramon should know who I am talking about), and am finding him pretty fascinating. Here is a nice quote I found very exciting and pertinent to life in general, and to our blog in particular. Don't go too anal about it, just some food for thought (and encouragement for reading Pirandello!). Also, if either Andreas Bakkerud and/or Kip Sumner reads this, be this quote grounds for rapprochement!

"For me drama exists in one thing-the knowledge that each of us believes himself to be a single individual. But it's not true. Each of us is many individuals, many-each of us has many possibilities of being. We are one thig for this person, and another for that, and each of them is quite different. Yet we suffer under the illusion that we are the same person for everyone. But it's not true. Not true. We percieve this-perhaps tragically-when we suddenly find ourselves caught in mid-act. And realize that not every possibility in us was involved in that act. It would be an atrocious injustice to be judged by that act alone-to be held responsible to it throughout eternity-to be pillored- as if all of our existence had been summed up-in that one act."

2006-11-15T08:35:00.000Z

So.. after I finally got my license my grandmother though I was mature enough and decided THE time has come to have THE serious conversation with me. You can't guess the topic of the conversation, can you? I couldn't either. Well.. that is "Tips on how to get a good husband". Everything started from the fact that the wife of my driving instructor is a colleague of a doctor, ethically Armenian. Once during my lesson I drove the wife to the hospital she works at and apparently at that time the Armenian saw me and liked me. He asked the wife who I was, then he investigated my family and got to know that his mother used to be a close friend of my grandmother. So, he send me a card of his via the wife and my instructor, saying I should contact him immediately. And me.. I was just laughing.. what can you say to such a proposal.. NO! this is what I said, as well. Besides, I got informed from my grandmother that the mother of the doctor is not too nice, i.e. not worth taking the trouble. And not only that, but the family has only one apartament and one house for their two sons. Not enough! Moreover, he has only one car - what the hell am I gonna drive. On the other hand, I heard he is not too slim and not too tall, obviously a smartie as he has become a doctor. From that side - a perfect match. Ha-ha! The joke aside, my grandmother really took it serious and started passing on her experiences to me. Here they are:
Tip #1: You can never marry someone with whom you are in love. In those cases the marrige fails sooner than people expect.
Tip #2: Things to notice while investigating the family:
1)make sure the mother of the boy is not evil
2)be careful about the number of real estate properties they have and the number of children between whom it will get devided one day
Tip #3: Things to notice while investigating the boy:
1)how tall he is (as I am short, she says I would look better next to someone not too tall)
2)not too slim, not fat either, rather fit and musculous (so he take the strenous jobs in the house)
3)nice face. Do I want my kids to look like that?
4)car he drives. Having a garage for it is a definite priority
5)education and job, more specifically month salary
6)previous love experiences of his, including prestige among the Armenian society (as I am one of the most prestigeous girl, I wold need a decent husband as well)
*The last ones are not ordered in the right way, as evidently salary is much much more important that the rest.
Roughly, that is it. Afterward she told me some stories about how some Armenins here got married and how some couldn't because of those and those reasons. So I should be careful not to repeat their mistakes.
The sweetest comes last: this sunday she is taking me with her to the Armenian church, so other mothers and grandmothers can see me and have in mind that in future I could be a potential doughter-in-law for them.
Hope you didn't take this post too serious, it is all just so amusing..
So, future wives, take into account my grandmother's words - honestly there is absolutely nothing I wouldn't agree with. The woman is wise, indeed.
Mary laughs!
Will post some pictures from the Sunday church and keep you updated.

au revoir!

2006-11-15T05:55:00.000Z

hey lazlo do you remember the name of that director or not??!!

it would be helpfull to know!

THANKS YOU ALREADY,
ALE

2006-11-14T13:50:00.001Z

Mary is a qualified driver!
Happy Birthday Milda!
(Sorry, too excited to say more..)

Me

2006-11-12T20:22:00.000Z

Another miserable pub version of Liverpool defeat... 3-0 without heart and passion displayed is making me feel dejected..

Last week I went to Whirling Dervishes and that was just amazing, expecially if you go deep into the symbols and purpose of their actions. Since they kindly asked us not to take pictures and videos my manners told not to do so, thereby I provide you with this Google search picture!
If you really want to know more about them, the order and ideas please follow this link
http://www.whirlingdervishes.org/whirlingdervishes.htm

Otherwise Laszlo you should definitely download LimeWire if you haven't yet and get all the "by moonlight we ride" songs (for the authors and titles e-mail me). Alejandro there comes a photo of me and some of my friends in a fucking beatiful night club here, called "Tramps"Not in mood for writing anything sagacious, just tired from a whole fucking week of hard work... take care guys

2006-11-09T20:19:00.000Z

Ah, shit, man!
Yesterday evening we went out with some friends to a thing dubbed "bar night" here on campus, but anyway, the point is as follows.
I met a classmate of mine from our social science class where I am a smart-ass of sorts, he was a cool dude, I thought; he was fairly drunk, and came to me:

"Hey, yoyo [or something equivalent], boy, you gotta help me write my paper for tuesday"
"Hmmm...what would I get in exchange?"
"whatever"
"Alright, one blow job per 500 words.", I said as a jest, which would obviously be taken as such.
"Sure, no problem!"
"Oooo..., but you pay first!", said I, still in an impish mood.
"I pay, you deliver! Haha"

Half an hour later he was still suspiciously resolute:
"I pay you deiver, haha!"

Shit, man, I thought. Wtf is wrong here?

This morning it dawned on me with the aid of facebook he was "interested in men".

Arrghhh!!! Damn!

P.S. The above story is not aimed at the gay community, rather, at my idiocy and tough luck as such.

Some sentimental shit

2006-11-05T00:38:00.000Z

I was just going through my hard drives as I am having a break from business assignment and I found these... When we all took e-systems, were without worries, and not even thinking about university...

Enjoy

Back to blogging and some wisdom

2006-11-01T17:17:00.000Z

I just realised that I haven't posted for a very long time . Then again I was into the uni things and social experiences so my time was spread to the max.
Anyhow to begin with, I got a bit annoyed with all this Halloween crap. I dunno about US but we had Halloween parties since last Friday until yesterday, which would make it 5 days. As myfriend Nemanja pointed out ages ago people would always try to find a reason to celebrate and not work. Before I forget I got visited by a special Dane, (who came with the cheapest transport ever)

Apart from trying to convince me that life in Manchester is better and more lively than the one in London (hahhahahaha) and telling me the very cheapest ways to travel and buy food (bananas are the cheapest fruit in UK!!!), suprisingly enough he mentioned the immigrants and we had an intellectual discussion about it with me concluding that I would just LOVE to see him with a paege girl and enjoy the situation (sort of a feeling when Rami finally got some principles through his spiritual rise). And our good old Bakkerud also went back to Flekke, had a chat with Reidun and a bad look from Kip. Personally I don't see a point in going back there but then again we are all entitled to opinions.

Oh yeah, Halloween. So I discovered that there is a discipline here in Britain called bubbing ( I might be spelling it wrongly but who cares?). So you take a huge plastic bowl which has circular shape and you fill it in with beer until half of its volume. Then you put a lot of apples inside and play a game. Rules are simple - you need to take out the apple by only using your mouth and the one that gets least wet from this attempt wins. Interesting , eh? One point about hall parties here in UK. From what I can understand, and after being on quite a few I think I understand it pretty well, it is something similar to the good old cabin parties with a few differences of course. Firstly, 95 % of people are Brits. Secondly they are by far more inventive when it comes to drinking ( Nordics are peasants, it's a fact) and lastly your rooms are just there so.... no need to draw it for you.

Personally, I am doing some work and I started looking for a proper job so apart from that nothing that I would otherwise announce. Maybe the fact that I got extremely chenged on Monday night, it held me until Tuesday afternoon!

Personal messages:

Ramon, you are lazy and full of lousy excuses - my friend Layla made the 'Al Muharib Al Uahid' drawing for me, just searching for a right zippo shop now!

Ale, I was lazy myself, pictures coming up soon

Eduuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, once again I will use this blog to congratulate you that you are finally 19!2 more years and maybe some fun in US, eh? (something personal)

Mama Malda sorry for disappearing will call you soon.

Laszlo I know that you just LOVE my sagaciousness, so here is a wise word for you when(if) you are looking for a girlfriend:
"If a girl can't look after her feet
she can't look after you" - The WSS
P.S I know that you all care so much but Liverpool won 3rd time in a row last night with an astonishing 3-0 against Bordeaux. Three cheers for Rafa Benitez.
P.P.S Trk&Mary where are you?

1956 Hungarian Revolution Commemoration

2006-10-28T01:16:00.000+01:00

I have been shamefully ignorant toward my home country's matters lately, and in turn several truly interesting events eluded my attention.
Just a few days ago (Oct 23) we (the world even, I would dare to say) celebrated/commemorated the fiftieth anniversary of our insurrection against the Soviet occuppation. However, while all the notables of Europe and beyond were visiting/voicing their solidarity with the Hungarian nation, a distinguished portion of the latter decided to go a bit more active, and, fuelled by a certain, perceived historic duty to "accomplish the revolution of '56" or something no less fuzzy, commenced a tenacious protest in Budapest in order to induce our prime minister to renounce his office. He did not, but, considering the unlawful and generally stupid, racist, idiotic and slightly neo-nazi nature of the above-mentioned crowd, sent in the riot-police instead.
Here is some footage of the event:
This is quite cool, depicting the last fight around 1-2 am:
http://index.hu/politika/belfold/2006/elkurtuk/videok/?vid=okt23_hajnal
The hooligans even managed to hijack a Soviet-type tank from a nearby exhibition; they commandeered it for a brief period, in which they apparently drove it against the police cordon (I didn't find videos on that, though):
http://index.hu/politika/belfold/2006/elkurtuk/videok/?vid=okt23_tank
If you got interested, here is a longer video with a really cool cuti-style guy as an ideological guide to the "new revolution" (unfortunately in Hungarian)
href="http://index.hu/politika/belfold/2006/elkurtuk/videok/?vid=okt23_harc">

2006-10-25T08:45:00.000+01:00

Things that bother me:

(1) That all the people around me are so "proper". Conformists. One can trace their parents' (teachers, media, hypocritic politicians/bigot priests, you name it) teachings, "values" (hahaha, values!; like "valuing freedom of the individual", right, Mr institutionalizedly ignorant?) directly in all their actions; as their thoughts sheepishly follow the politically correct, sterile, estranged frame of mind of their predecessors. One of the foremost aims in life, or at least in education, of practically all my friends so far has been "not to live like my parents". To change things. Because we believe that things might turn out better if changed. Or at least it is worth trying. Such thoughts, that there might be other bases of establishing, of organising one's and his environment's existence than those on which his upbringing had been rooted do not even occur to Uchicago students. They don't want to live differently than their parents did; they just want to make more money.
Thus they blushingly giggle at my elaborating how great taking a leak into the fjord from the e-systems dock or smokers' corner used to be; not to mention something like our naked trip around campus with Doofus and Simon; they look at me as a weirdo when I attempt to introduce them to snus. And I once thought that people in their adolescence bear a natural, unconstrainable inclination toward the avant-garde, the rebellious, the free. Silly, silly me.
Hence the realm of their conversations hover around tv-shows, movies, series, bits of academics, music bands, food (they can go into fights almost over which place serves the best fast food; I mean, get a fucking life!), and small, ordinary stories which are considered entertaining (the fact which they each time feel compelled to assert explicitly by saying, "That's funny"; the kindergarden is baaack; fukuf!).

Btw,the few "non-conformist hipsters and alternatives" tend to be just full of shit concealed in large glasses and 70's clothes.

(2)That calculus is boring on lower levels, and interesting but assraping on higher ones. I think I will stick with opting for the assraping, which, by definition is about to take me from behind throughout the year, GPA included. But it's FINEEE!

(3) That all shops are owned by the university around and consequently you can't get a pound of bananas under $.9.

(4) Dry dick.

(5) That it's 3:38 am and I am incapable of falling asleep.

Seselj II

2006-10-25T01:15:00.000+01:00

Here he is again. As far as I know, the slogan on the poster goes "wisdom, courage, trust". Distinguished WSS, I once again am compelled to bend my knees before the impregnable, radiant, in fact barely short of divine, relationship bonding your nation and sagacity together.

2006-10-24T21:59:00.000+01:00

Seselj fuck around

Hahaha just found this on the net. Listen to this idiot and you can maybe begin to grasp what kind of people ruled my country in the 90's. Sad, ain't it?

robot sex

2006-10-23T04:09:00.000+01:00

quite bizarre isn´t it!!
i really cannot picture that. just imagine what the outcome of having intercourse with a machine would be like. sick. i guess the fluids won´t do the robot very good unless it is a horny radiator!

well, why am i writing this? i just pictured that my sunday night couldn´t end with that in my mind and i am, by this means, implementig some sort of cosolation(don´t get me wrong here), catharsis, or whtever it is that i am doing. i was just zapping as i ussually do before going to bed when this random t.v show appeared; sex.-odissey 3001. they discuss of how sex will be in the future.quite a disturbing program! anyhow, as i started almost at the end of my day, i´ll give you a picture of how my sunday has developed to this conclussion.

i awoked quite hangover at eleven in the morning aching for a shower and gallons of water. as i was clean, fresh, and slightly drunk i started making a fire on my barbacue so to make an awesome asado!! while the logs were burning i poured my self a glas of "grapamiel", a kind of licquor prepared with honey and grapa( strong alcohol). i was relaxed after finishing the drink, and nikola´s face came into picture. hahahaha!!! liverpool was loosing to manchester ud, quite funny!!! by the time the match ended, my frien "vela" came to my place. i had invited him to eat with me an my family. he is quite a character! he is the one in his underwear in the picture, the other one is zeba(but his story will be told in an other ocassion).
we sat down to drink mate (btw, edu, you can get yerba in new jersey.plenty of uruguayans there!)by the barbacue(grill) while the asado was being made. we talked about the past night we spent by the coast line of montevideo(or "rambla" as we call it). we went ther at around eleven in the night and came back at around five in themorning, i think !? Cerveza and a lot of vino we drunk! the main reason i was still tipsy(not gipsy) !!!
the asado was ready to eat, so the following 30 to 50 minutes are worthless to describe!!! u know me.
we were aching in the stomach rather than content, though, not surprisingly, smiling ;)!! as heavy as fat cow, i crawled to the sofa in the living room. i wasup to watch the fomula 1 final. Vela left to work (on a sunday, that´s cruel!!!). the first thre laps were interesting but then i realised that there were 68 left. tooooo booooring!!!!! i fell asleep.
waking up four hours later was a great help for my hangover!
31 degrees outside + beautifull weather+ me with a fu!!"ª%ing sprained ancle = SHIT
i couldn´t do but jump on one leg or try to walk a couple of meters in an exasperating and ridiculosly long period of time, so i tooka chair out to my front yard, taking a fair ammount of time to have the task performed, and sat to read the newspaper. not that interesting ah? after an hour or so i got bored so i started quarreling with my parents, always more entertainig than the shit told in the newspaper!!!!
the time arrived to succumb to TV once again! i watched "BATMAN BEGGINS" by the third time. i hoped to find something new, like errors or smthg, but i failed! it was the same interesting content-free movie i had watched two previous times. how awckward?
ohhhh, after that, i watched another movie!!! starring... THE ROCK!!! :(
sick
then i went to bed and kept on changing the channels. from football matches i had watched early on in the day, to another stupid movie, to the national channels, to... boring boring ... untill i encountered myself watching a bizarre and perturbing image: ROBOT SEX!!!HAHAAHA definetely, the peak of my day. that´s sad!!!! so i decided that my day couldn´t end like that. cigarrette in hand and on to accomplish smthg; A NEW POST!!!!!
TA DAAAAAAAA!!!!! THANKS TO THE BLOG MY SUNDAY WAS NOT DEPRESSING, JUST SAD!!! HAHAA
a day distanced in time, i leave you with my REFLECTION of the weekend:
"how such a cool SATURDAY night could develop to a day that became more and more boring by every second past in time"
NOTE: i would describe my saturday night in the "rambla" but i don´t remember. blame CERVEZA not me
besos en el culo
ale
"!

PS: VIVA DA CAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PPS: THAT´S ME MJEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNN

2006-10-21T17:05:00.000+01:00

A reply to Mary

Mary,Bazmeg,Eduuuu and others I must say that approach my-skirt is short and look-at-my-breasts is not only part of the Balkan music scene. It is rather international :)

P.S Ramon, would you try your dancing skills that I displayed earlier with these girs??? hahhaha

ULU-MULU

2006-10-20T20:10:00.000+01:00

Greetings from London once more from the sagacious one. There is nothing extraordinary happening here so I I'll just update you with a few things.My space button is slowly dying away so if you are near a church light a candle for it hahahah, no offense meant to anybody. Anyhow they say old habits die hard and I guess it is rather trjueee, as after discovering that I have some problem with the specific uni course site and access to it I approached my IR teacher with "Felix man you made a mistake", no sir, sorry,excuse me, or whatsoever. And I got really annoyed with a Annete-type of woman working at the department desk so I was raising my voice and showing clearly how pissed I was. Maybe I am a bit disrespectful towards people of authority, but I guess it is a mentality problem. So I promised I'll show some other friends of mine from here and today I present Jess, who is (Ramon I hope you won't detonate me after this) Jewish by origin. As you can see we have some interets in common, and similarities are what get people together, right cave - members,smokers and EE people?On another note, it is Friday night and I need to plan what to do tonight. I got pretty fucked yesterday, figured out that drinking vodka from a cup and extinguishing it with wine from a glass is not that good of idea. Still need to launch the whiskey-joghurt combination though! Trk, I am enjoying my time in Trkish society,playing tavla (backgammon) and listening to Trkish turbo-folk. They are still amazed that I am there and not Turkish and that I behave like one, well Balkan mentality is a special thing, won't you all agree? Then again on the left-hand side there is something designed to make Eduuuuuuuuu happy. Remember the good old cave times?? Otherwise I met the most random person on planet Earth. If you recall one of my friends is our second year from Atlantic college.A friend of her came to visit and believe it or not it was Nat's sister(the small hongkong guy that lived with Bakerrud). World seems small at times. To round up this small post, may I say happy Eid ul-Futr to Ramon.

Happy birthday!

2006-10-18T09:12:00.000+01:00

Not to forget, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL OF US!
A special greeting for you all:

Some Balkan spirit

2006-10-18T09:02:00.000+01:00

Especially for our dearest Muttie, I am uploading some Balkan entertainment:

and as a conclusion comes my favourite one:

One month of our blog!!!

2006-10-16T08:37:00.000+01:00

It is exactly one month since we start blogging!
Comments,questions,suggestions?

2006-10-15T18:04:00.000+01:00

Laszlo just found this - and it is AWESOME!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zh1S4qE9FAI

A small update from London

2006-10-15T04:14:00.000+01:00

Greetings to thee, my fellow bloggers,mazzafakaz, cave members etc.

As it is 4 am here in my room, and I need to do a lot of shit tommorow, to carry out a PESCO analysis, do math homework and other uninteresting crap that you all do at your unis.
Anyhow, some introduction to certain aspects of social life here
This guy is one of my best friends from the uni, a native tribesmen( Brit from London) and my very own personal GM! To cut the long story short, on Friday we went to this fancy place called Cafe di Pari or something like that, and he pulled of the story that his dad owns nightclubs and some other crap so we got a fucking table (usually 700 pounds!!) for free. As for me I took the usual Russian role when people got annoying near our table hahaha
These are some of the people that went with us. Note the girl in the middle, she is a Greek orthodox and she heavily criticised me from not going to church and not doing the Orthodox things as I should. ahahha, I think I ain't the right person to be told that anyways.
This mazzafaka is the guy called Crazy I mentioned before. Anyone wanna try yoyo-ing around this guy??

On Saturday, that was yesterday we had our very first and unique G corridor party! I don't think I ever mentioned, but I live at Ifor Evans Site in Camden Town, Max (P)Rayne house,corridor G. Since the halls are rather big we got quite a few suprises for our party.
a) I never saw our kitchen so crowded, people were literaly lining up to enter it
b) People brought alcohol with them, not to mention there were no clashes whatsoever
c) We actually got to know each other better(the organisers, corridor G)
Here are some interesting people from around our halls that I met
Bazmeg pay close attention now! The huy in the middle is a Hungarian guy from Slovakia named Lajos. He knew all the turbo folk crap, is quite intellectual and to make it even better he said to me, quoting "Serbia to Tokyo!!!!"
This English motherfucker can speak almost fluent Serbian! He spent a year in Zagreb and he spoke to me in my own language - first person that did so since I came! Eduuuuuu, you definitely got a challenger for the Master of the Languages title!This is a British girl, originally from Goa - if you don't know where Goa is then it's just said . Anyhow, she's the newest faithful follower of the idea that Serbia is from Tokyo to Milwaukee (as I always say to people when they say that they don't know where Serbia is).
These are girls from my corridor, well some of them as there is 4 more.The one on the left is Lauren, who your very own WSS is teaching some things about cooking and the one on the right is Holly - the brilliant geography student I mentioned to Eduuuu (I just love her and her opinions - Edu knows why!!).
Ok, that's it for now, next time I'll put up a few pics of Camden and a few pics of other people I am in touch with here; hopefully I can catch Alex who looks like one popular character from Only fools and horses if you watched that show.
Au revoir,
Nikola

P.S I will try to upload a few movies from old times next week - notice will be given

Never try this at home

2006-10-12T20:40:00.000+01:00

Hi everyone!

I'm currently in the middle of my midterms exams, in virtue of which I cannot possibly write a major update, one which I duly owe to you all. You see, I can hardly find any time in between periods of sleeping, not-studying, and smoking. Ah, hell! I bullshitted my way through IB and I'm bullshitting my way through Introductory Chem (the exam I'm having in 30 minutes approx.).

Ahyhow...last night I was browsing through our beloved and endearing blog when I came upon the legendary MF videos. On the spot I decided I would preach the myth of MF to all the masses on this side of the Atlantic. My roommate would be the first victim.

Here is his reaction:

- A football player, Eric Pender is not someone you want to freak out at 3:00 in the morning (except maybe in the rare event that you are Laszlo Jakab). Despite his generally open-minded attitude and disposition, my roommate was not amused by the MF videos, much less by a loud "Get Your Ass Up" sung along to Europe's "Final Countdown" at full volume.

For now, that would be all. I have to run to the science building, since I don't even know yet what the exact location of the exam is. Oh well, as someone I knew back in Banana Republic used to say, "asking your way will get you to Rome." Right Ramyyyyyyy??

Eduardo

P.S.

This is completely random.

Did I ever tell you about how much Americans eat at night and what they eat?? These pcitures were taken at 3:00 in the morning.

Gentlemen, I present you wings, the most disgusting, sloppy, inefficient, uncivilized way ever conceived of eating chicken. Order 60 wings, get the sauce all over your fingers, hand and face like a chunky son of a bitch, and gorge yourself! This is by far the most popular thing to eat at 3:00 in the morning when you're high, currently prefered over Domino's Pizza (bravo but no banana I say to them).

New image

2006-10-12T18:48:00.000+01:00

Hey mazafakaz
My days have been so empty recently that I feel morally obliged to share them with you. So, the only two things, literally, that I have actually done today were going to a driving lesson and working out at the gym. Have not done absolutely nothing besides that, believe it or not. The couch is my best friend and the keyboard - my means of expression. How pathetic?! - Yeah, but peaceful and relaxxing, anyway, probably will not stand the situation for too long but like it for now. Just found Kafka in Bulgarian, so will have something to do while lying on the sofa. Besides, I am bothered my the deep philosophical dilemma - shall I break up with my peasant boyfriend before or after the huge chalga party on Sat evening? So confusing... ;)
Enough with the hoooseshit for now.
I am posting some recent photos of mine, in case you have forgotten how a cave-girl looks like. (though short-haired for awhile now)

2006-10-10T19:46:00.000+01:00

Understanding the meaning of life

Ever closer, thanks to the one and only.
Cheers,
Nikola

My fat pussy

2006-10-10T09:40:00.000+01:00

Just for Eddie, here are some pics of my fat sleepy cat, famous under the name Boncio (don't pay attention to the date on the pics;))

"do you know who is GM?" - "General Motors??" - "No! It is Great Maharajah"

2006-10-09T05:15:00.000+01:00

"yo, wadup bitches??"
Come on! You know i will never make such a beginning to my posts... As you can understand from the title, i am having a great time with the greatest of all! I had a private conversation with the almighty maharajah yesterday night;
"How is it going Abinash? I heard you are having a couple of girls in your bed nowadays!"
"No, man! I don't have time for girls!!!"
"Why not?"
"......"

and we talked a bit about going to Chicago. Laszlo, get ready for it! I might drag him with me to Chicago.. The only condition he offered me is to find a ticket from Kansas City to Chicago that costs about $1.. So, nevermind about getting ready. My dear Abinash still thinks he is in India where you can buy a plane ticket for 50 cents. But i will be there over thanksgiving. Actually, there will hopefully be a re-union in Chicago. But nothing will beat the cave spirit!!

I tried to have an "intellectual" conversation with one of the Americans the other day. We were talking about French Revolution and i told her a bit about it. She said "Where are you from?" and i replied "Turkey", "Oh, so is Turkey a province of France or what?", "...... you f**king ignorant!! It is a village in Hong Kong!" Hope she did not believe that, because she told me i did not look Chinese...

I will soon write more about what is going on here. I just want to go to bed right now. BTW, congratulations to North Korea for detonating a nuclear weapon and congratulations to a very rightist Danish political party for arranging an "insulting Mohammed" competition.

Finally, to make you guys happy, i am posting a beautiful picture...

peace out

2006-10-08T21:24:00.000+01:00

Understanding the meaning of life

I think we are edging closer to it... hahah

Enjoy,
Nikola

For The Wise Serbian Sage

2006-10-08T20:27:00.000+01:00

Major update coming soon.

In the meantime, Nikola, this one is repayment for all the Beavis and Butthead episodes, not to mention the MF and cave videos.

Here I am

2006-10-08T17:48:00.000+01:00

Hiya dearest ex-cave-residents and guests,
Believe it or not, I am alive;)
I am really happy to hear that all of you are doing fine and are successfully coping with the challenges of life.
Around me there is nothing very special. I spent the summer working as a hotel receptionist in Golden Sands. Damn, that was fun. I dealt mainly with Danes, Fins, Italians (they are gay, all of them!) and Irish people and I excellently managed to apply the useful knowledge I gained in flekke. I mean, it even happened that couple of times I sang "Skal" with some nice Danish boys. I got a drink ;) Actually couple of them ;) Anyway, there are many funny stories from the hotel, but I shall not get into details now.
Otherwise, my social life is admirable.. All of my friends or acquaitances left for the capital or abroad to study and only hardcore peasants are found here in Varna. When I say all, i do mean it. Luckily my colleagues were really nice people(stupid, but good villagers) and hang out with them now. It is fun to analyze the ways the brain of an idiot works. After a while, there is nothing unpredictable in their behaviour. Boring, boring, boring, but simple ;) The positive side of it is that i can freely excercise my desire to rule over them and they are flattered by that.
Peasant mind is indeed an admirable thing!
Currently, I am looking for a job, to full up my time, and going to driving lessons. (I do suck at driving:(()
Besides everything else, I know now every single pub/krachma/kafana in the city of Varna. I have tried most of the cocktails offered here. With a hand on my heart, I can say that nothing, absolutely nothing can be compared with a bathroom bar and a small glass of Hansa and big dose of friends.
Cheerio mazafakaz
nazdrave and all the best till next post
ciao

2006-10-07T15:04:00.000+01:00

Sprite is our friend

Dear cave residents and mazzafakaz of the world,
your good old Serbian is recuperating from the trials of London life. It is needless to say, but the student life here is very good. Yesterday I went to visit my friend Kunal who lives in different halls then mine to smoke nargila and chill as we didn’t have a plan of what really to do. We started off smoking and drinking some vodka to get in the mood. But since he is a native tribesman (London Brit) and it is a city, we decided that we should go somewhere and we ended up in this nice club somewhere around Soho. I really need to start being a Japanese tourist as we went there in a rickshaw, this funny little contraption where there is a guy driving you by pedaling! We met there with his friend known by the name Crazy (no clue about real name he introduced himself as Crazy). The funny thing is that we told the organizers that we are some important people, he convinced them his father owns night clubs and I was doing the Russian ganksta role – hahaha they believed it so we got a table for free! Some stupid guy asked me if he can live empty glass on the table and asked me if I was VIP, but I just answered him I am a Russian hahahha – he just slowly backed away with best wishes for the night on all fields. Human nature is a beautiful and funny thing won’t you agree?
Amongst other things I forgot to mention that his corridor mate went with us, and unbelievably it turns out that she is my second year from Atlantic college (bear in mind first UWC person I met here!) and from Liverpool and a huge Liverpool fan. I just found somebody hardcore enough to watch those stupid games with me, damn I am happy. Oh, and since I joined the Turkish society we had a first meeting, and guess what – I was the only one non-Turkish there. But nevertheless one of the guys is going to get me proper coffee as I am running out and he will teach me Turkish as much as he can so I am really happy with it – go Trks!

P.S Sprite is so fucking good when you are hangover – it’s amazing!
P.P.S Enjoy the video

a short post

2006-10-06T21:21:00.000+01:00

Before I disappear in the night...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=unxkgZ0S5mE

A nice lullaby

2006-10-06T12:34:00.000+01:00

Dear everybody,
as I am preparing to go to lecture on my uni today I thought it might not be bad to post this amazing video I found on my laptop. It's a nice lullaby when you are having problems to sleep...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwQwJHIihC0

Au revoir!

2006-10-06T04:54:00.000+01:00

Never forsake e-systems!

As you all have been informed, I, in the manner and spirit true to the Great Vulture, could two weeks ago not help but succomb to the lure of registering for an e-systems course. However, dark forces soon began their devious games with my pure scavenger's soul. They came clad in the respectable dress of charming math professors; their sweet, beckoning voices told tales of a world where all children of the earth elatedly pursued the wonderful art of mathematics with shiny, enthusiastic eyes...
Alas!
Never believe math teachers! They are but agents of the devil. I changed to this theoretical math course, where we should (if only we could) be proving masses of obscure and less obscure theories on our own and simultaneously dropped e-systems! Life has been treating me hard ever since... I can drop back to my original calculus course. But I cannot redeem my e-systems course. It is too popular!! (Well, no wonder...) Life sucks.

Other than this, circumstances seem to have conspired against me lately. The amount of meaningful social interaction/conversation I have had occasion for recently is practically negligible. Managing a worthwile conversation appears to be a formidable task around here in case you have not seen most of the past several decades' produce of the American "movie"-making industry, or tv-shows, etc crap. And if you are not interested in stupid chit-chat (once again with constant references to some bullshit movie, etc) it is fairly hard to find company. They just do not seem to be able to interact without the help of a third-party mediator between them, be it a movie, a show, in better cases a book. And I am including upperclassmen too. Don't they have a life to talk about? Or common experiences to share/reminisce of? That is quite sad. They barely even talk about politics; if they did I could at least be a David Linden. But no! Anyway.

But it's FINE!

Bazmeg

P.S. Eddie, at least our parties are remarkably better than yours. And there usually is a bunch of cool Poles around the hotspots of debaouchery with whom you can drink/smoke your brains off in relative style, only you need to look hard to find them.

Thursday night update

2006-10-06T01:27:00.000+01:00

The (Banana=free cocktail) party

The Wise Serbian Sage gets his bananas ready

And he wins free drinks for it - go England,ehm.. Banana Lords!!!
And the compulsory tall building picture, that he didn't crash in on the way back!

Anyhow, on other fronts I went to the first SSEES football team training session. In case you didn't know, you are obliged to wear shinpads here to, believe it or not, protect your shins. I think I passed the first trial since I got invited to next training on Saturday, so I might soon play for the team! But bloody hell, there is quite a few ex-academy players, from lower division clubs and they kick ass.
Secondly, I need to put up a few pics of Camden and my new friends, so that you something interesting to see. Btw, I don't have a clue how is in US, but here, when you go to proper club, there is a guy in the bathroom that gives you soap, cleaning towels and free spray of perfume of your chosing (proper fancy perfumes lined next to the taps!). Still, there is much to see and enjoy, I wanna go to some good rave and tell you experiences from there. Sad to anounce that I will likely take Russian next year, since it clashes with one of my compulsory course units, so I will try a Guni-Cuni course in the form of Introduction to International Relations. Maybe I'll even grow a beard and paint it white, for Ramon.
On another note I realised that most Brits start uni at the age of 18, some even 17! Something is different I guess with the A level systems than other things I know. US perspective anyone?
Oh and I am extremely pleased to provide Mathias with some help. Since he wants to discuss this burning issues of understanding and blah,blah,blah bullshit - I found a blog for him to go to and give it a shot! So Mathias, follow the link:

http://www.ahmadinejad.ir/

Switch it in English for I bet you can't get a shit in Farsi , but yes it is the man and he has his own blog!!!

Nikola

P.S Sorry Laszlo this time no Beavis and Butthead, but it will be there next time!

Movie making

2006-10-03T23:48:00.000+01:00

Dear all, in the light of our Guru sharing some videos of our second years I feel obliged to follow him in that spiritual trance

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nr7u3a9i9yc

Enjoy,
Nikola

P.S Full update coming on friday

2006-10-02T17:52:00.000+01:00

Forgot about this

For my friend Laszlo Jakab,
carefully selected and skillfuly blended episode of Beavis and Butthead, teaching us all about manners (that's how we should ended up discussion!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7eW99gxvSw

The WSS

2006-10-02T17:42:00.000+01:00

London update

Yo yo mazzafakaz and members of da cave,

I agree with Mathias. Chanelled through eternal wisdom of the Guru and my sagacious gifts I concluded that we should settle it by having vodka shot contest next time we meet, and after 10 shots we can play "Move bitch" song and then go out kluing.

Bazmeg don't worry I ain't becoming MF, though I am eating bananas. As a matter of fact I spoke recently with the one and only and they are annoying him in the US. Maybe we should send them a collective MFDPST protest letter? He is apparently going to be in London in January and I guess that will be a lot of fun,taking that he is still the one and only.

Otherwise I am going tonight to a vodka night with the natives, actually I really like the natives here, friendly and interesting personas. Speaking about that I had my first day of classes, I had my first Russian leson where I realised it won't be that hard to do Russian and plus I met this interesting British girl where we concluded that Friday after Russian demands some drinks in a pub. I know I haven't posted any proper pics yet, but I won't do this stupid turist going around London, well maybe if somebody comes to visit me I'll do that :)

Conclusively it's nice to hear that Rami is still a pussy lover, he should try listening to the song by DJ Baloon "Pussylovers" and get some encouragement. The Guru is promising still story about some shit-making he did with wine bottle in US, Eduuuuu ?

May the banana force be with you

The WSS

2006-10-02T07:08:00.000+01:00

ohhh, i forgot!

how can we do to know how many people visit our blog?

me again

2006-10-02T07:01:00.000+01:00

isn´t it time to post something funny???? do it (i am too lazy tonight)

interesting post ramy, thanks for the Arabic!!!! quite long though. imagine, i had to light a cig to finish it!!hahah

good luck to all, and let´s get into some interesting debate!! not a pseudo-academic one but a cool one!!
like, hasn´t edu been lying to us when he showed(posted) those "bannanas"? they looked more like green worms or smthg.

oki, too sleepy

bye
ale

2006-10-01T21:01:00.000+01:00

You know what guys??

The direction this blog has taken is boring me to tears.

You know what though?

(As MF would say)
But it's fine!!!!!

2006-09-28T15:42:00.000+01:00

Reply to Mathias

I think you managed to grasp the essence of this blog: to display brief streaks of thought and unqualified opinions (or rather, brief streaks of thought as unqualified opinions); it also started out catering for an extremely limited audience (maybe a dozen readers/contributors) and the tone of the posts were/are chosen accordingly, which should be acknowledged by the readership too.

For instance, I would never have put the black-gypsy analogy into one of my previous posts if my objective had not been to make Nikola obtain a graphic idea of the issue (and to make him laugh with an internal reference, as in "Scary, eh?").

Hence, not necessarily all of the ideas splurted out here are representative of their authors' overall opinions and beliefs, which as already noted, the reader should bear in mind.

Nevertheless, I damn enjoy bullshitting on this blog and will continue to do so without much consideration to political correctness, or feelings of some mysterious community. My primary audience is still that mixed bunch of the contributors (including, in a rather unique manner, Eduardo, Mathias, Alejandro, Nikola, and Ramy at one place!).

Hope you're doing good, Mr Pensive,

Laszlo

P.S. Khmm, and by the way, I still remember you walking over that Skoda in central Budapest in a manner and physical state almost true to a distinguished, prospective leader of the world...;)

2006-09-28T15:37:00.000+01:00

A terrible dilema

2006-09-28T03:59:00.000+01:00

I wish the word "like", used to substitute other words with actual meaning (and hence the degree of thinking requied to construct concise, coherent sentences), were eradicated from the English language.

Students of America, which word do you dream of mysteriously disappearing overnight?

2006-09-27T16:52:00.000+01:00

hahaha
just check out this it's more than AWESOME

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_DGEGamRqc

The WSS

2006-09-27T08:11:00.000+01:00

ANY HOW, you are being commended a mission.
have you ever seeen or experienced something that even though been so ridiculous, annoying, shitty, useless, horrifyng, unentertaining, kept you watching it till the end? or even worse!!! that after having gotten rid of the necessity to watch one keeps thinking of how the fuck can someone be like that? i wonder, am i alone in this war? kill´em all if they suck!!!!!how scary is the thought of me pondering upon such things? but really this go´ts me preocupied!!!
it´s perverted to think that people like this, in different dimentiond,,a nd with different personalities yet as horryfying, live among us. some even are in positions of power. they even make decissions affecting us all. wowowow... ephifany!!! i knew some people horrified me, but never to this extent.
please reply to this plea!!
ALE

COLLAGE (THE LIFESTORY OF A DIVA)

2006-09-27T07:06:00.000+01:00

fucking catharsis!!! that should have been the name of the monologue i had to watch today.
mother fucker, that guy really pissed me off. it was like our beloved Alvaro only more annoying and gayyyyyyyyyy. you know i have no problem with homosexuality but sometimes they(as we all do) get so dod damn pretentious. their intonations specially are highly irritating.
well, basically the monologue was crap. and as i clsified it it was "anarco-trash-fuckinggayparade-theatre". but i must admit he had balls. few people are as mad as this motherfucker!!
one amazing thing i discovered was that he, she, it, whatever, took me through some trip. never before i have experienced so much from a performance. such an empty but enraging content. i started by thinking tha he didn´t project his voice very well, that the stage was filled with so much shit, and some other stupid wannabe critic views. but when i started realising that the background music was so loud and incongruent with what flowed of his mouth, blocking his speech, i thought: he probably had some bakstage problem or there is a failed coordination with the sound guy. i don’t know. but he kept irritating me more and more cause i started realising he meant all that and that he just wanted to grow scorn in the audience. i hated him. fucking asshole!!!! and then the music stopped and his voice was clear... ohhhhh... so irritating. what to do? i wanted to leave but i sort of wanted to see how horribhle the whole spectacle could get. pretty confusing. then he started mutating from character to character, all fucked up ones. for example as shown in the pictures.fucked up people, what to say? always interesting. there were moments where i cracked open laughing my ass of, others i literally covered my face thinking how embarrassing the whole experience was. then, as in a talk show the idiot approaches a guy seated a couple of sits to my right and starts interviewing him. the poor lost soul didn’t know where to hide. that was funny simply because of how ridiculOUSs and trashy it was. disastrous!!!!! how sad yet captivating?

am i really that fucked up or trashy, shitty, stupid, embarrassing, and annoying things can call somebody´s attention in such way?for real!! it sucked and i know it but i still think of what the flying fuck was crossing that idiot´s mind whe he decided to perform that.
please help me buy posting one of your story. i feel lonely in this mazzafkkaaaing world. share with me you experiences, you must had have some!!!!!

fucking stupid monologue... annoying, stupid, fruitless, and fucking shitty yet captivating. what am i? a funkey monkey? was that my banana?(don´t give a secondary redaing to these phrase, contextualise it.) i sttill prefer the bottomless pit of sensation!!!!

well... fucking queer mazzafakaaaaa!!!
till next posT

ALE

shit + occasional pleasures

2006-09-26T19:41:00.000+01:00

i know this is no news to the eyes of the world, but surely is to yours. Last tuesday night I was playing football at 1:== am in the morning, for the sake of doing domething. then, i kicked a ball out of the field and i had to jump over a fence to recover it. i made it safe and sound but when i got myself up (cause even though i fell on my bruces i was impecably fine) i sort of try to run through some shitty field filled with trash and bullshity wholes in the ground (it was humid) itwsted my ancle. since then i haven´t been able tto do anything physical and i am getting mental; little by little!!!!! friends going out, football matches to play, all that shit. but i found salvation!!! the municipality is providing the people (specially young people) with shows, events, and a lot of theatre. majorely the plays and monologues are performed by amateur groups and company´s but they are damn good. out of 4 prformances they show every night one is always very good together with the monologues, then the other two are usually kind of sketchy but entertaining. way better than the united world circus!!!!! ;) one of the monologues, the one performed yesterday, was by a guy who thought of himself an ALISTAIR ROBERTSON!!!! he kicked ass. while explaining how to use the folder he held in his hand (which in reality was a bucket), with the very vulture style we all love and adore, he didn´t stop making constipation faces!!! very illustrative, ah? you should´ve been there.

today i´ll go to the thetare once more and check if can identify any uwc hero, with a gustav gordon complex e.g.

sorry for been such a boring guy but i hadn´t written for a while and i like to see my name in the page!!

the fight we loose is the one we abandon. so don´t stop making shit!!!!!!!
from al over the globe with a shit-making mission.

till the next post.
i salute you.

ALE

2006-09-26T17:06:00.000+01:00

Just realised something, I smoke too much!
Btw Edu, did you ever think about making a 0-900 number, something like "Call the Guru, he knows all" and then you tell people how to make shit hahhaha?

The WSS

P.S Post your US mobile numbers I might have a way to call you for a very small price via mobile phone.

2006-09-26T04:58:00.000+01:00

Just been to grab some cool sandwitches at a fast-food place in a rather squalid neighborhood with the two huge football players of our house- it was quite an experience being around with two other white kids in an all-black place. There you could find everything from crackheads to just simple gypsy-style sketchy characters, etc. Oh, yeah, and the place (a small street vendor, essentially) had 2-inch bulletproof windows. Awesome.

Seriously, Nikola, imagine the blacks here in Chicago as our gypsies, just in addition equipped with guns and drugs (crack is the popular shit around). Scary, eh?

All over there are smaller districts that are so fucked up that there are empty pieces of land inside the city; they are just left there since no one is willing to buy the property.

Other than that, I also checked a frat party out last Saturday night. Better than I expected, actually; think about a massive scale, old-fashioned cabin party (Ahh, I have a stiffy, can somebody give me a condom?? Ahhh! Right, distinguished WSS...?) with a low, flat entrance fee that entitles you to unlimited beer consumption. Even though the Guru is right about the abysmal condition the American beer producing industry is in.

Oh, and I am doing e-systems! Haluuu Ice age Earth! Ehm, the planet is tilted 20 degrees and there seems to be a correlation between CO2 levels and....

Yoyo!

2006-09-25T21:39:00.001+01:00

A brief introduction to London

So what to say about London? Is it all what you have heard about? Does it look like you see on TV and reports? Is it fast live, is it hard to go around or is it actually simple to find your place under the sky?

Well, I guess it is a little bit of everything combined. Yes, I guess it is huge and I haven't seen even the tenth of it, but it kicks ass so much! Ok, where to start? First of all, I am situated in this area of London called the Camden town, which is quite nice and trendy - you have everything that you want there or that you can possibly imagine. It is 20 mins to the centre centre by subway and it is 20 mins walk from my uni so it is perfect for me. It is crowded as whole of London actually is, and there are all kinds of goods being sold everywhere - from fake cd's, kebab's, paki shops to entertaining mobile phone sellers. For some strange reason everybody is trying to sell me weed here, I've been asked 2 a day since I arrived if I want any by blacks and Paki's. One big black dude was walking with me for 10 mins, lowering the price until I refused 2 pounds hahahah he must have had some real shit! Otherwise, I've been to university, enroled and blah-blah, it was quite impressive to see the library, damn I bet a library denizens can fit there! Anyhow, academics is really really nice and I think I am going to enjoy it without any plagiarism. And finally, student union has some power,organises parties,cheap tickets to fancy clubs and helping you get a job, all those nice things that you expect them to do.I even had a residential hall meeting and they were telling us it is not nice to smoke kanabis, and that we should go to certain shop and buy booze there since it is cheaper than in other shops and that we can also get discounts at local residential bar on monday's and friday's so we don't pay too much in the clubs - can you actually imagine John saying that on college meeting? hahahahha. Oh and I live in a single room, I can smoke, fuck, smoke up,drink - whatever I want, maybe try peyota?? Kitchen is cool, I am making this foodplan with a nice German guy that lives in my corridor - btw, there is 8 people, 2 chinese girl,s german guy,me, 3 british girl, so I can do pretty much whatever :) Yes, it is not extravagant or extra comfortable but it is a nice student life with a future accessible if I do things properly - who can ask for more?

That's it for now, next up shops and how the fuck they make profit selling everything for 99p??

The WSS

P.S For Bazmeg - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTi_PhCcrRQ , and Laszlo don't try doint that!!

2006-09-23T17:13:00.000+01:00

The Great Maharajah

Just found this legendary picture and had to post it - it is almost as cool as the Banana Lord in action :) Otherwise meeting new peoplw, the halls are getting filled in finally, the UK people are coming in...
P.S I know you all give a shit, but Liverpool won 3-0 against Tottenham today and I watched it in a pub...
P.S For Bazmeg - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-k-ZLX3L1Q0

2006-09-22T17:58:00.000+01:00

Haluuuuuuu mazzaffakaz and cave residents

Here I am again, writing now from London town. Nothing much to report, just settled (caved) in my room, it's quite cool - I have a mirror and a lavatory, and a cool view - no complaints. Life is a bit hectic still - learning how to go around with z subway and around my area. Since I am self cattering I realised that they don't give anything for free - no dishes, no cuttlery, no spounges not even the toilet paper hahahha !! Anyhow, been to register myself, so many people, so many things to do - the cool thing is that I am done and am meeting a friend of mine from Belgrade tonight, a 32 yrs old dude who is doing I dunno what here, but he's a long story anyway! It's a good way to start a weekend anyways. Still chasing some cooking pots and other kitchen bullshit, until then check this out, as Edu would point out it is AWESOME!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZngjKBdR7U&mode=related&search=

The WSS

2006-09-21T21:52:00.000+01:00

Some more pictures: Chicago downtown by night (by the Chicago river), campus. Note the admirably consistent neo-gothic architecture of the campus buildings; it really is quite beautiful.

2006-09-21T21:44:00.000+01:00

I first and foremost must admit to having chickened out from smuggling, which might after all have been a good idea, as all my baggage was x-rayed at customs. Well, such is life.

This is the land of extremes, and I mean it. On the one hand wealth in proportions extraordinary even against Western European standards is on incessantly conspicuous display here (massive buildings, parks, infrastructure, cars, cell phones, eating out, etc); on the other, rough sleepers and social outcasts are pleading with you for some help equally relentlessly in downtown Chicago, on the South Side, in the streets, on the train, bus, everywhere. In the three neighborhoods surrounding campus the occurrence of violent crime is around 2000 per 100,000 residents (that is, 2/100!). Our students are either damn intelligent but ugly nerds (probably the majority) or empty athletes and frat kids. Or just stupid, ignorant, fat Tonje-style Americans. That is the worst; you can at least bullshit with the big idiotic football-players about pussies and various MF topics, while being proud of how big and rooster you are.

By the way, I am in a single room, and moreover the aesthetics of our campus is rather world-class. The food is fine too (I mean in the dining halls, otherwise you don’t find anything other than junk), and I am being poured on resources, which are only maintained to increase the costs of your college education and rip all the rich brats’ parents off and are quite irrelevant, but nice for me to have for free. Hehe, free riding the system is excellent.

I met Ognjen (a Serbian classmate of mine from Bosnia) yesterday; he looks like a typical member of the first-aider team (tall, huge and disheveled). I think we will in the future be capable of great things together...

On a different note (and on one which is primarily aimed at Nikola), a person yet to be identified has just recently leaked out a tape on which our prime minister said to a crowd of party members at an informal assembly “[…] we fucked it [governing] up. Not a little, but greatly. No government in Europe has made such a fuckup over the past five to ten years.[…] and in the meanwhile we didn’t do anything. Nothing. […]”. In turn all the lunatic fringes (and there’s a good deal of them, no matter how much we reiterate that we are Central, not Eastern, Europeans) took the streets rioting in the middle of Budapest for a couple of days, evoking scenes resembling civil war. Fukdup. But extremely amusing to observe such a select elite of my homeland’s idiots from several thousands of miles distance…

Fuck, stereotypes of Americans are TRUE! They are peasants. They first cut the food up into pieces, put the knife aside, and eat with a fork in the right hand. And the level of the dinner’s formality does not matter. They wear white socks to black pants. They don’t even consider letting the girl enter a room first. They practically vomit the words they speak (it is really queer to realize just how smart some of the guys are who hardly speak proper English in everyday life). Etc, etc. I actually am having cultural shocks. Quite stunning.

Concluding, I am finding the place more and more enjoyable and exciting by the day; it’s only that it’s a lot more fun talking crap about stuff (i.e. Americans, the university, etc) than praising it.

Best yo yos,

Bazmeg

2006-09-17T15:34:00.000+01:00

A painted roof in an area designated for smoking, somewhere in between Tokyo and Milwaukee.

The WSS

2006-09-15T12:59:00.000+01:00

Everybody in da cave, yo yo!!!

Apologies for the short post, but right now, I am in the middle of the preparatory phases of a high priority mission, concerning which I need urgent advice from experts, yes, you, cave-members, gurus, and various other constructive elements of society!

So I want to take a couple "little somethings" to the US with me as I'm travelling tomorrow, just to show those brats what's life like in the Eastern European reality; however, I am not sure how much my ass could potentially be kicked in the case that, (heaven forbid!) I do a slight Andreas Bakkerud and get caught at customs carrying alcohol being under 21. Could Uncle Sam fucking deport me back to where I came from? Or do I just get a John Lawrenson-type warning, very scary?

Promise to write more extensively soon. Until then, here are two pictures of how we lived for a month with MF, sheep, and our fleas in da house fishfarming near college!

Bazmeg

2006-09-14T22:31:00.000+01:00

Beaten by a doofus(Mathias Esman Poulsen)

First of all I must admit I am beaten. Congrats Mathias, your interest in life and work of mister Pedersen is even more unusual interest than banana-picking.

So, I am going to introduce somebody. My friend Pavle, who is the funniest guy ever – an improved version of Alvaro in every sense has got a new pet – a small puddle called Puffy. We renamed the dog into Paki, the same name we use for Pavle, who, by his own words, hails from Pakistan (in Serbian flat=stan, so Paki’s flat=Pakistan). Paki brings every sort of entertainment in one’s life, so if you don’t have a Paki for a friend you don’t have anything!

On other fronts I have yesterday went out and before that I accomplished something. I finally converted Stefan to start smoking. As you all know I am really good at it. He still holds it as a dock worker though, but practice makes perfect as they say.

I met some of my friends from high school on the raft. This girl if you would believe it was the one we called a hermit back in those times – well times certainly changed. It struck me that we were 40 in that class and that many of those people are different now, a fact that is hard to understand, especially if you meet them somewhere where you don’t expect them and when they ask you about your sexual life. Well, good for them but no banana.

Finally I found this on the net and I think it is encouraging and positive sign for the future of this world. Just follow the link http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/5121786.stm . It warms my heart to see that people like that still exist.

The WSS

P.S A friend of mine, Terza told me a new piece of Serbian wisdom (which is updated daily if there is a need). Apparently, according to him, if you fuck a gypsy woman you will have 7 years of luck – hahahaha, which one of you has the guts to do that?

2006-09-14T15:17:00.000+01:00

Yo mazzafakkaz,

a short post about something that just caught my eye. I just been to eat at my favourite place, called Loki. For those who have eaten there, you know how good it is! Anyhow, I want to describe my favourite vagabond - Cuti!

Cuti is a former priest by the name of Mardarije , and he was working in Montenegro. Alas, in the end rakija won over I guess. He stands next to the fast food place and says the same line every time:

Cuti! Dace bog. A ti meni?
Listen! The god will give. And you to me?

Today he was extra funny though. Below Loki there is a kiosk selling everything and anything with an ugly girl working there. Cuti was talking to her, saying "come,come,come to me. But no. she has a fucker." Free enterntainment, a vagabond fucking around with the shop seller, what else can you ask for???hahaha

The WSS

P.S Will add something else later today.

2006-09-13T22:21:00.000+01:00

Some Like It Cancereey (or a brief introduction to...)

Old habits die hard they say... and it couldn't be more true.

Just a few days ago I contracted what they called at Student Health Services as "chronic bronchitis". It still doesn't stop me from adhering to my current 20 cigs-per-day habit. But as both the WSS and the Pharaoh/Caesar might know, I have already prevailed over the disease.

Otherwise, I find Amherst a great place. The academics kick ass, and while the social scene could be better, it doesn't mean we are at a lack for parties. I tried to upload a video of one but apparently, that doesn't work for blogspot.com . Strangely though, I do not have have very many international friends, apart from some other UWCers (2 of them). I would daresay that 95% of my friends are American. But THAT is a completely different topic.

Interesting events HAVE taken place, but unless I have some sort of visual aid material, I won't bother posting anything. In the meantime, here is a typical scene at Amherst.

- Notice the kids in khaki shorts and polo shirts. That seems to be the uniform here for all the jocks i.e. people not worth talking to. The buildings in the picture are Moore, the dorm where the KASA (Korean American Students' Association) and La Causa (stupid little latinos) members live; and Valentine's, the dining hall. Food is quite good here, that is, if you don't mind eating burgers, pizza, and hot dogs every single goddamn day. I usually try to make myself a kebab; it usually does not turn out to be succesful.

As for the other RCNers here, this Friday we (Katerina and moi) are expecting Penis to arrive this Friday. I'm more than confident that this will be an occasion to *ahem* conmemorate. In other words, expect drunken haze pictures.

Good work with the pics Bandido. Keep us on the loop. Pharaoh/Caesar, consider this an admonition to post shit....seriously...I've never been to Oregon and I guess that goes for everyone else concerned.

That being said, I'm off to smoke a cig (Marlboro Reds 100s) and cough some more.

As someone whom I hold in dear respect said: have fun kids!

The Guru

2006-09-13T06:47:00.000+01:00

today´s post will be a brief introduction to "MURGA".

You guys can probably imagine how much i have been missing the good-old murga. So, this past saturday"her" and I got together again. It was beautifull! A special ocassion. I had been working all day as a volunteer organizing workshops fro other volunteers, preparing them fro the afternoon when we were going to work with some kids and advertise children rights in the name of Unicef. Don´t worry i don´t do that every day, it happens once a year. Unicef´s "todo por los niños" (everyhing for the kids -literally translated) was this special ocassion. Around nine after some rock bands, and silly music groups (for kids most of them) it was Agarrate Catalina´s turn; the MURGA CHAMPION this year.Fuck, it was unbelievable! They performed the whole show and i was staring anodized, dazed... simply lost in the beauty of something i had been longing so much.

The colors, the music, the songs, the laughters... tha fucking amzing voices! OHHHH... it was something!

this guy dressed as Ronald McDonal is part of the cuplé, that is the part of the murga when they dedicate some songs and acting time to mock some idiot who desrves it. AWESOME, and damn funny as well !!

Oki, i have been writing to much, or watsing too many lines as Ramón, my islamic friend, says.

I just wanted to share this because it was epic! it desrves to be told and shared. i hope you had enjoyed it.

Until my nexy post!

BESOS EN EL CULO,

ALE

2006-09-12T20:55:00.000+01:00

Yo mazzafakazz!

Just talked to the one and only and he told me his school safety internet bullshit and some more bs policy stops him from joining us in making this blog. Now that is something we definitely need to remedy.

Otherwise I have been burning a lot CDs for my travels, and doing some ordinary and boring things. Oh, one of my grandparents turned 82 today, wtf what kind of life perspective do you have at that age?? It’s funny though to see that it is true – all people have three phases in their life child, adult and child again.

Before I forget, the Jungle game I was talking about

http://www.jungletribe.com/jungle%20tribe.swf

Anyhow I also noticed that the school started again – some good old time we are never able to go back to again… 9 days to new adventures!

P.S Just checked, I am the only user that has interest in banana-picking!!

2006-09-12T05:43:00.000+01:00

well, well, well.

here is my little contribution to a worthy blog-ass-kicking-invitation,

I LOVE YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HURT (WHICH IS UNBUTONED AND DRIPPING BLOOD)

:) just some rabbitshit until I find time to download some cool and refreshing pictures(photographs in other words) that I would like to share.

until then,

BESOS EN EL CULO

2006-09-12T01:58:00.000+01:00

A Note on Guru-ness

This is part of something I posted elsewhere on the net. I am certain that the following will briefly and effectively summarize and give and account of my summer. As I write this, I find myself in Amherst, Massachusetts, victim to bronchitis which, believe it or not, is in no way related to my smoking. Finally, my gratitude to the Wise Serbian Sage for his more-than-generous and appropiate invitation.

Enjoy.

Return of the Banana Lord

- Damn right. That's what banana trees look like.

- Taking a swing armed with the blade the workers like to call "el puñalon"

- I like to think of this as the pinnacle of my banana picker career.

- No wonder John Lawrenson called me in my last Record of Progress "erratic".

- Eventually the hard work pays off. With any luck, this delicacy here will be sold in the international market, delivered to your closest Narvesen or 7-Eleven and sold at a price fair to the consumer (namely, you) and the Banana Lord (namely, me).

- Sadly, it is not yet banana season in Honduras, so the banana shown above has not attained the yellow color and mushy consistency familiar to millions.

2006-09-11T14:14:00.000+01:00

So, where to start??

Well, it has been a long summer and some crazy actions took place. After parting with the MF, Caveman, Mongolico, Bandido, Bozmeg, Trk, Mary and others in Flekke I went home and started clubbing and going to driving lessons. I found time to drop by Lebanon and visit Brenda where we went to many great places, saw the cedars, met some great people there

and I started smoking again. Got a nasty tarot cards warning which I managed to avoid up till now. On a funny note Beirut is the first airport where I heard people clapping when you land after Belgrade and Montenegro airports. And a first place where they gave me kai piranha in a club with normal lemon and blocks of ice.

Then I dropped by the Trk to Trkland and met his uncle Macho Turko. We went sightseeing Istanbul and managed to find exactly 6 Aya Sophias or however you write it.

The Trk looks as good old self in this pic. Anyhow we managed to drop by Izmir and see Tugce and spend a wonderful weekend there with her family. On the way back we couldn’t reach his uncle so we had an interesting situation. We were on the ferry smoking and figuring out that we are running out of options. I proposed that we go to a mosque and ask for a sanctuary or even better convince them that I am converting and need a spiritual guidance for that night. Well as I was reading Arabian nights I was inspired and said that “the Almighty will protect us”. No sooner that I said it we started laughing and some students there asked us what is so funny. Since they spoke only Turkish they started conversing with Akin and offered us a shelter for that night! Some people are just lucky, aren’t they?

Afterwards I came home and was looking forward to greet some guests. Bandidio, Klara and Oyvind came to Belgrade and we had a fucking great time. Ale was theatric and eccentric as you can see.

Otherwise I went sightseeing with them and to their amazement we went out on Tuesday. Wtf, every day is a good day to party in every country, wouldn’t you agree? Anyhow, Ale didn’t understand why he can’t lean on the podium until the dancers came and then he was just simply staring-hahaha.

Then out of nowhere Eduuuuuuuuuuuuuu my Guru called me from Honduras and we had a nice chat. He apparently spent time on banana plantation and fucked around making shit – surprised, anybody? Ramon also surprised me by telling me that he converted – brave decision he has my support to try something different in his life. MF and Bozmeg were working in the fish farm and got fleas. Probably some pussies as well.

As summer was running out I wanted to go to seaside. Me and my friend Stefan got this brilliant idea to go to Ios with the JungleTribe agency.

They have a really cool website you can check out www.jungletribe.com where they present themselves – there is even a Jungle game where you go and pick bananas with a monkey. I need to send that link to Mary. Anyhow they had this great action of going there with ferry and bus -36 hours in total with inevitable breaks where you get rakija and lemonade – Serbs after all hahha.

In the end that failed but still I will do it next year. Fortunately my parents went to Egypt so I had a tenday of summer holiday for myself here in Belgrade. In the meantime I managed to go through a red light on driving exam and hit on a girl who is engaged. Ain’t it great?

Until I reach London and/or start new actions worthy mentioning,

Nikola