Hello there. I’m Iva. I’m not sarcastic, I’m not random, I’m not crazy, I’m not weird. I guess that means I’m not from the internet or something like that.

I come from the country of Tesla, Milanković, Đoković, Čavić (he was faster than Phelps, btw) and an infamous history. I’d rather you not judge me for the last thing I mentioned; but it might help you undestand the shortage of many things in my and my friends’ lives.

I blow my candles on the same day Japanese celebrate Hinamasuri. But I also accept gifts on 01st January. That was a clue to my (lack of) religion.

I drink Pepsi Max, milk, water and juice. Sometimes tea, too. I smoke only smoked ham and things like that. I drug myself with creativity and knowledge only. That was another clue.

The smoked ham could be a clue to another thing I’m not, but I never thought I should point that out.

I love food. I need to talk about it all the time. I also love trees, but I don’t eat them.

I earn my bread with design, I drug myself with knowledge and I relax in and mature through creating things. And stuff.

I’m too romantic to accept this sinister world where people are loved the way circus animals are being yelled at; yet too realistic to think things really happen the way they do in “Dancing With Tears In My Eyes”.

The above should also tell you that I greatly fear the thing that resembless a cross, yet lacks one of its four sides. It’s an evil. Serbia is as evil-free as can be and I’m proud of that.

I’m too quick to give up, yet too stubborn to leave. That’s why I’m in a permanent state of almost-quitting in everything I do. It produces great results, it’s like a constant swan song.

I’m too much of an altruist to forget the others, yet I feel strangely comfortable talking about me, me and only me on this blog.

I don’t even take advise from my closest ones most of the time; and then I get the strangest wake-up call ever from someone who never spoke to me and doesn’t know me.

I don’t classify things.

I can’t stand violence, other than things in oldschool cartoons or Jazz Jackrabbit.

If you can’t do without visible straps under your summer clothes, you need to wear something that looks better on your saggy body parts, I’m sorry.

I don’t like the colour purple. Screw purple.

I don’t understand the so-called “obsessions” and “addictions” revolving around TV shows, films and famous people. That crap did not exist before the internet. You’d just be interested in something, someone’s work.

This was a very good excuse for an about page. Now for a picture of me and a goat.

Obligatory crap
Birthday: 03.03.1983.
Zodiac: Sun in Pisces, moon and rising in Scorpio.
Height: 164 cm (5’4″)
Personality type: Depending on the time of the month, I get the exact opposites – INFJ and ESTP