February 18, 2010 | In: Just clippings, Just life

Drugs

My friend Hrvoje asked me what kind of drugs I was on when I wrote Opet, ti / You, Again. He was joking, he knows I’m straight-edge (though often caffeinated enough to see someone six next to me or think WWIII is going to happen every second); but I thought a little about it and realised that someone, perhaps, would really think I was high. Nah. It’s just a mind that suddenly was inspired by an old slogan of a newspaper that’s been running for 106 years and a heart that feels that some people are as good for it as they’re hazardous.

This was what I had last night, the only difference is that last night’s lollipop was strawberry and cream, not peach and cream. And yes, plain water…I ran out of Pepsi Max too early for two nights in a row…that’s my way of dealing with how much Italians babble between songs at the Sanremo festival; also a way of being late with a project.

Drugs?

The apple is a “Mucu” or “Muca”, I am actually not sure how they’re called internationally…they’re like a class-B take on Granny Smith apples.

As for the lollipops, that’s something new. It’s my second lollipop addiction. The first one was throughout the first five months of 1997, when Chupa Chups had those “caps” one had to collect. My favourite series was “City People” and I remember that the first “cap” I got from that series was called Psychedelic. This time, the addiction came unexpectedly, this very month and it’s for the taste, as there are no longer any collectibles. I usually get 9 Chupa Chups’ lollipops: all three from the magic series (lemon/cola, mango/apple, vanilla/cherry), the 3 in 1 one, strawberry and cream, peach and cream, orange and sometimes even that weird one that tastes like blueberries and an energy drink.

So…now I need a myth on what this combo causes in people. Apple + water + lollipop?

February 17, 2010 | In: Lives of a clipping

Opet, ti / You, Again

This started out as an experiment, by naming things that are basically synonyms for their taxonomies. It ended up as a very strange representation of love in general, how love reigns a person, ruins a person, builds a person, destroys a person, makes a person dreamy, makes a person realistic. Add some deliberately placed commas to it and there’s a third meaning, too.

Opet, ti

Postoji novine na koje misle kad kažu novine,
postoji rat na koji misle kad kažu rat,
postoji brza hrana na koju misle kad kažu brza hrana,
postoji cepelin na koji misle kad kažu cepelin,
postoji bitka na koju misle kad kažu bitka,
postoji teroristički napad na koji misle kad kažu teroristički napad,
postoji knjiga na koju misle kad kažu knjiga,
postoji havarija na koju misle kad kažu havarija,
postoji san na koji misle kad kažu san,
postoji praznik na koji misle kad kažu praznik,
postoji zrelost na koju misle kad kažu zrelost,
postoji zubna pasta na koju misle kad kažu zubna pasta,
postoji motor na koji misle kad kažu motor,
postoji ljubavnik na koga misle kad kažu ljubavnik,
postoji kraljica na koju misle kad kažu kraljica,
postoji igra na koju misle kad kažu igra,
postoji razaranje na koje misle kad kažu razaranje,
postoji vulkan na koji misle kad kažu vulkan,
postoji haljina na koju misle kad kažu haljina,
postoji državnik na koga misle kad kažu državnik,
postoji otac na koga misle kad kažu otac,
postoji planeta na koju misle kad kažu planeta,
postoji pisac na koga misle kad kažu pisac…

…i postoji … na koga misle kad kažu …
TO SI TI!
Samo ti,
uvek ti,

OPET, TI.
OPET, TI.
OPET, TI.
OPET, TI.

Moja novino, rate, brza hrano, cepelinu, bitko, teroristički napadu, knjigo, havarijo, snu, prazniku, zrelosti, zubna pasto, motoru, ljubavniče, kraljice, igro, razaranje, vulkanu, haljino, državniče, oče, planeto, pišče…

…ti!

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You, Again

There’s a paper they think of when they say paper,
There’s a war they think of when they say war,
There’s fast food they think of when they say fast food,
There’s an airship they think of when they say airship,
There’s a battle they think of when they say battle,
There’s a terrorist attack they think of when they say terrorist attack,
There’s a book they think of when they say book,
There’s an accident they think of when they say accident,
There’s a dream when they think of when they say dream,
There’s a holiday they think of when they say holiday,
There’s maturity they think of when they say maturity,
There’s toothpaste they think of when they say toothpaste,
There’s a motorcycle they think of when they say motorcycle,
There’s a lover they think of when they say lover,
There’s a queen they think of when they say queen,
There’s a game they think of when they say game,
There’s destruction they think of when they say destruction,
There’s a volcano they think of when they say volcano,
There’s a dress they think of when they say dress,
There’s a politician when they think of when they say politician,
There’s a father they think of when they say father,
There’s a planet they think of when they say planet,
There’s a writer they think of when they say writer…

…and there’s ____ they think of when they say ____

IT’S YOU!
Always you,

YOU, AGAIN
YOU, AGAIN
YOU, AGAIN
YOU, AGAIN

My paper, war, fast food, airship, battle, terrorist attack, book, accident, dream, holiday, maturity, toothpaste, motorcycle, lover, queen, game, destruction, volcano, dress, politician, father, planet, writer…

…you!

Bonus…can you identify all these words with their most famous examples? The first one counts only if you’re from my country…the rest count pretty much worldwide.

February 16, 2010 | In: Just clippings

Miki is an icedragqueen

He’s grown so much, hasn’t he? This was on Saturday morning.

Miki in snow - a black locust tree in snow - Belgrade, Serbia.

(Also on Flickr and deviantART)

Particle and nuclear physics, Macedonian fairytales, literature and religion criticism, a BANAL real-life experience of my own…oh, my! This piece is hard to understand if you’re not crazily educated. All I can advise you is to read about solar neutrino problem and figure out what is the biggest known nuclear reactor.

I wish Dinka could see this. She taught me physics in high school and she kept on saying that she wants to polish me until I’m a diamond. Sometimes, that would result in deliberately giving me a B even though my work was for A. Wonderful, dreamy, sensitive woman that she was (and probably still is) with thick-rimmed glasses and wearing kinda hippie clothes out of late 60s, she didn’t appear to be a person teaching something rational. I too used to think that the combo of a person literally telling us dreamy tales in classes and the things she was teaching had nothing in common…today, however, I completely understand how such a combination was working.

Problem solarnih neutrina

Prešao je sedam mora i sedam gora,
odgurnuo blistavu damu u oblacima,
preleteo onoga što mu dade smaragde,
i našao se u kuhinji oholog Gospoktora.

Zidovi su bili prepuni ptica što leteše previsoko,
na stolu su stajale spremne suze od hleba,
i veliki lonac prepun svetlucavog mleka,
svetlost nije bila čarobna, već samo bolna.

- Šta češ ti ovde, gnjido?
Ja takve jadnike jedem za doručak,
završićeš udrobljen u moje mleko,
samo li me budeš gledao u oči.

- Šta ću ja ovde, Gospodaru?
Želim da me Ti ispališ poput đuleta,
jer sam neću moći natrag u svet,
a ne moram da te gledam, ti uvek gledaš mene.

- Uzmi gutalj ovog mleka,
skoči sa ivice mog stola,
osciliraćeš kako niko nikad nije,
pobedićeš i brzinu svetlosti,
ako kažeš drugima, postaćeš kamen,
ako dođeš ponovo, dokrajčiću te.

Popio je mleko, pripade mu muka,
sledećeg trenutka bio je gama
i više niko nije mogao da ga vidi,
niti je mogao u bilo koji acelerator,
sem onoga koji su odavno premestili,
…zar to nije u surpotnom smeru?!

Kao da je sa drugog sveta,
kao da je…kao da je podlegao
problemu solarnih neutrina.

Izvukla sam se iz ljušture ustavice,
ne mogu da osciliram kao taj neutrino,
ne ide mi, ipak sam samo beta.
Prokleta da si, mrzim te, Velika mašino!

Orezano drvo krvari prvim zimski pupoljkom,
sneg je svetlucao čistom lepotom snova,
mrak je bio prijatan te tako obične noći
i tada se pojavio neko ko nikad neće doći

- Ne vidiš me, no sve vreme sam tu!
Nije li to okrutna igra, odbijam tvoje kontrazrake!
Nećeš mi nikad navući tu savršenu belu košulju,
ti si Njegov neprijatelj, ja sam Njegov vojnik.

- Vidim te, no sve vreme žmuriš, čemu sve to?
Zar misliš da u ravnoteži ne može da čuči ljubav?
Nisi postao kamen, ali si mi reči bez pitanja oduzeo,
i ne veruješ da su i slobodni putnici neutrini.

- Uzmi parče ovog tvogmog ničega,
neka te sneg zaveje sa mojim tragovima,
tvoj četvorougaoni svet ne može da me prati,
u tvom svetu neće eksplodirati boje,
tvrdiš da je ovo jaka interakcija?
Tvrdiš da nas Gospokator može svesno trovati?

Kao da je sa drugog sveta,
kao da je…kao da je podlegao
problemu solarnih neutrina.
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Solar neutrino problem

He crossed all of the seven seas,
Pushed away luminous lady in clouds
Flew over the one who gave him emeralds
And ended up in the kitchen of the Lordactor.

The walls were full of birds that flew too high,
Tears of bread were ready on the table,
together with a full pot of sparkling milk,
the sparkles weren’t magical, just painful.

- Why are you here, you nit?
I eat miserables of your kind for breakfast,
You’ll only end up soaking in mu milk,
if you dare to look straight into my eyes.

- Why am I here, oh, Master?
I want you to fire me like a cannonball,
I cannot make it back to world on my own,
And I don’t have to look, you’ll always look at me.

- Take a sip of this very milk,
Jump off the edge of my table,
You shall oscilate the way nobody ever did,
You will even beat the speed of light,
If you tell others, I’ll turn you to stone,
If you dare to come back, I’ll finish you off.

He drunk the milk and got nauseous,
The next moment he turned gamma,
And nobody could see him anymore,
Nor he could fit into any accellerator,
Apart from one they moved ages ago,
…isn’t that the other way round?!

As if he were from some other world,
As if he had, as if he had fell victim to
The solar neutrino problem.

I got out of the suckerfish shell,
I cannot oscilate like that neutrino,
It’s not working, I’m only beta after all,
Damn you, I hate you, Big Machine!

Trimmed tree’s bleeding its first winter bud,
The snow’s sparkling with the pure beauty of dreams,
The darkness is pleasant, it’s an ordinary night,
And then there was the one who’ll never come.

- You can’t see me, but I’ve been here all along!
Isn’t that cruel of me to send back your contrarays?
You’ll never put that perfect white shirt on me,
You’re Its enemy, I am Its soldier.

- I can see you, but your eyes are closed all the time, why?
Do you really think love cannot be crouching in balance?
You didn’t turn to stone, but you took my words without asking me,
And you don’t believe that free wanderers can be neutrinos.

- Take a piece of this mineyours nothing,
May the snow hide you together with traces of me,
Your four-angled world cannot follow me,
Your world is where colours won’t explode,
You claim this is some sort of a strong interaction?
You claim that the Lordactor has the heart to poison us?

As if he were from some other world,
As if he had, as if he had fell victim to
The solar neutrino problem.

February 14, 2010 | In: Top lists

DIE, evil day, DIE.

I wish I knew how to play the guitar my dad bought back in the days to be more appealing and gave to me long ago…in country/western style, with a straw hat, tight jeans and long boots (I do not own the last item); because I already have an angry Texan song… “Die, you evil holiday, die, die, die…” Of course, we can say that I’m singing it in German and that what I really mean is: “THAT evi…l holiday, that, that, that”…which, once again, does not change the point, does it?

I like love – the feeling of liking people and growing up through that – not the stupid physical stuff, I could spend my whole life without that. But I fail at it more or less…or, we can say that I’m paying at the beam because I did not pay at the bridge. Wait a second, I like those lines, I might include them in one of my future writings. I think this quote I stumbled upon the other day is something I agree with:

Love is always bestowed as a gift―freely, willingly, and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.
- Leo F. Buscaglia

One of the things a person should dislike the 14th of February for, is of course, the stinky commercial feeling of pink champagne, pink crotchless and bow-over-the-nipple underwear, billions of innocent flowers killed and flowering branches cut in order for some jerk or jerkette to get some, balloons they give you everywhere you go. But it’s not just that.

The other day, one of my readers and a workmate said that she prefers the women’s day (the 08th of March) to St. Valentine’s day because it’s not discriminative to those who aren’t in love and those who simply don’t have anyone. That’s the kind of a holiday I approve and I think it’s wrong to tie it to the communist ideology. The bad thing is that it’s too close to my birthday, so I can’t get sweets twice. So, gooooo 08.03, dieeeeeeeeeeeee 14.02. DIE. DIE. DIE.

Therefore, I prepared a top-10 anti-Valentine songs/videos’ list.

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February 13, 2010 | In: Just clippings

Atenţie, bălegar!

This was inspired by something I stumbled upon by accident. From what I understand, it means “Attention, manure”. All the grammar errors in the English and lack of proper letters in the original version are there on purpose.

Atenţie, bălegar!

Ljubav je gluva,
ljubav je slepa…
Atenţie, bălegar!
Atenţie, bălegar!

Ljubav je glupa,
ljubav je tupa…
Atenţie, bălegar!
Atenţie, bălegar!

Atenţie, bălegar!
Ljubav se muze,
ljubav neko drugi uze,
ljubav nece tek tako da ti pruzme.

Atenţie, bălegar!
Ja trinajst.
Ti?

_________________________

Atenţie, bălegar!

Love is deaf,
Love is blind…
Atenţie, bălegar!
Atenţie, bălegar!

Love is dumb,
Love is numb…
Atenţie, bălegar!
Atenţie, bălegar!

Atenţie, bălegar!
Love is being milked
Love is being away taked
Love is not so easily gived

Atenţie, bălegar!
Me thirteen.
You?

This marks the first time ever that I swore in a piece of writing. I did swear on some cartoons, I did swear on a poster which I’ll post tomorrow, but I never swore in a p..m. This one needed it, and it also needed some things that make no sense, e.g. “buying a kangaroo”. Now, why is that? It could be a representation of a couple of things: mocking the pseudo-artistic, adding some absurd to the speaking character’s excuses or making it sound good, at the expense of the whole of it making sense. It could? Yeah, that’s why it is there for all three reasons.

I thought about how nice it would be to write something that actually has a melody, I can even imagine a guitar line to it, in the style of Milan Manojlović-Mance. If you don’t know who Milan Manojlović-Mance is, he’s a Croatian singer-songwriter with two albums’ worth of nonsense songs, absurd, including two 10 minute plus tracks of pure silence. Most of his songs are free to download and some of them are in English, so check him out. If I could tune my acoustic guitar and come up with a single tone I could repeat throughout it and a short bridge after the kangaroo lines in the style of Garavi Sokak, I’d sing it, I swear.

A reoccurring character appears in this one. This time she’s angry, she’s very angry and she’s trying to explain the usual protagonist how dumb she is, because all you have to do is always be quiet, accept everyone, make sure you don’t touch your eyelashes because someone over there in Ulan Bator might be annoyed by it.

I actually adore this character to a certain extent. The real person who inspired it isn’t as grotesque all the time and does have a lot of talents and wonderful qualities, but they have this habit of turning into a teddybear with a chainsaw when they disagree. Back in the days, I used to turn the other cheek. At this point in life, I prefer to run away, because I just think it’s wrong when people try to drill themselves. Sure, you might lose some opportunities, but it just feels better when you aren’t keeping it all in. And those who believe in your abilities are probably willing to take you the way you are.

Nekakvo lepo pisanije (zbilja!!!)

Ti uopšte ne razumeš
šta ustvari znači imati moć
stalno se oslanjaš
na snove koji ti dolaze u noć
Samo sediš tu
i piskaraš od devet do pet
stalno si kod kuće
dok ja obilazim svet.

I hoćeš da vidim šta si pisala,
vidim šta si pisala,
vidim šta si pisala.
Zašto? Dobro…

To je nekakvo lepo pisanije,
ali na tebi ne mogu da zaradim
ti si devojka, nisi muškarac
pa nemam ni nekih sekundarskih vrednosti

Radije ću prodati svoju dušu lažima
i kupiti kengura.
Kupiti kengura.

Ti uopšte ne razumeš
šta ustvari znači diplomatija
usuđuješ se da kažeš
da ti se nešto ne sviđa
Imaš ogledalo
umesto prozora
nikad nećeš blistati
nikad se nećeš svetlucati.

I hoćeš da te saslušam,
da te saslušam,
da te saslušam.
Zašto? Dobro…

To je teško, teško sranje,
no ja ti ne mogu pomoći
nemaš vremena, a uz to, ti nisi Oni,
a ako oni imaju problem,
ja ću prvo njima poći.
Radije bih prodala dušu tajni
i stigla prva na cilj,
i stigla prva na cilj.

Sipaću sneg u bočice
izbrojaću brkove svake mačkice
pretražiću svaki mogući otirač
takva sam, ne možeš da me biraš!

Some Nice Scribe (Really!!!)

You don’t understand
What power really means
You’re relaying
On all your stupid dreams
You sit down there
And write things all day
You’re always at home
While I’m always away

And you want me to read what you write,
read what you write,
read what you write,
why? OK…

That’s some nice writing,
But I can’t make money out of you
You’re a girl, you’re not a man
So you don’t even have the secondary value
And if They said they like blue,
You won’t say you do, too
I’d rather sell my soul to lies
And buy a kangaroo.
And buy a kangaroo.

You don’t understand
What diplomacy is
You dare to say
You don’t like this
You have a mirror
Instead of a window
You will never shine,
You will never glow.

And you want me to listen to your problems
listen to your problems,
listen to your problems,
Why? OK…

That’s some tough shit
But I can’t help you
I’ve got no time and you’re not Them
And if They have a problem,
I have to help them first
I’d rather sell my soul to the secret
And be there first.
And be there first.

I’ll bottle the snow.
I’ll count whiskers on each cat.
I’ll examine every single bathroom mat.
You can’t choose, I’m just like that!

I used Raining Light Bokeh Pack of textures created by my ever-so-talented acquaintance , Jane to breathe some life into two photos taken during the very depressing month of April 2009 (half of which was spent visiting dad in the hospital after a heavy stroke). I think they still look depressing.

Turning Away Left My Shoes, Left You Behind

Conclusion? They might have gained some new shine, but the mood will remain, even if they’re retouched to be glam or have their plain, urban and dirty backgrounds changed.

The cat is also on FlickrdeviantART. The shoes are also on Flickr.

February 10, 2010 | In: Lives of a clipping

Osveta / Revenge

This is probably a trilogy with His mother, a cloud and The only red apple…though I think I’ll be writing more about the subject. This p..m directly continues onto the one called “Pluto” I wrote in August 2006, upon hearing that Pluto’s no longer a planet.

Osveta

Oduzeli ste mi prava, ubiću vas!
Pa nije podzemni svet za džabe moj.
Sve ću vas porobiti
i zima će trajati vekovima.

Ako ne mogu da budem deveti,
napraviću vam osmicu
i postojaćete samo u snovima.

Hajde da beremo pečurke!
Braćemo ih toliko
da će vam ruke postati prah!
Vreme je da naučite šta je strah!
_____________________________

Revenge

You took my rights away, I shall kill you!
It’s not that the Underworld’s mine just for the sake of it.
I’ll enslave you all
And the winter will last for centuries.

If I cannot be ninth,
I’ll make you an eight,
You shall exist only in dreams.

Let’s go pick mushrooms!
We’ll be picking them so much
That your hands will turn into ashes!
It’s time for you to get to know fear.

The “eight” would be an extention of a scale that has only seven points. The seventh point was described in The only red apple and it’s like hell, so I assume the eight point would mean more or less the end of the world as we know it. The rest should speak for itself.

An hour ago, I went out to get my daily supply of Pepsi Max and lollipops (Johan Cruyff, I am going to beat your record…and I didn’t even have to be a smoker for that) and I spotted an ad all over the neighborhood. Turns out my best childhood friend’s 14-year-old cat has gone missing two days ago. I am skeptic about her survival in ice and snow, especially given her age, but

On my way to the mall, desperately lacking inspiring things for photographing on a grey day, I got into some garage yard. Bingo. There were two cats – one on the window pane and one behind the broken window. The second one looked kinda like Maki, the lost cat…but it wasn’t Maki.

So, with hopes of Maki being safe and sound and coming back to Vedran and his family, here’s a kitty that probably never had a loving home.

Right Here, Waiting For You

(Also on Flickr and DA)

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March 2010

- Turned 27.
- Temporarily lost the day job.
- Working on four complex websites for freelance clients.
- Writing the script for Film, my first film.
- Testing BuddyPress 1.2 and WordPress 3.0
- Experimenting with CSS3
- Combining fairytales and physics in poetry.

Iva In Brief

03.03.1983. Design junkie (FW, PS, AI, ID, PR, AE, FL, AC), fluent in XHTML and CSS, has basic/intermediate knowledge on PHP and mySQL. I speak Serbian/Croatian, English, Italian, some rusty Russian and ancient Latin, basic German. I write p..s, sometimes prose. I love trees, absurd and learning new things. I'm an ALTRUIST above everything else. I live in the centre of Beograd, Serbia with mom, dad and three amazing black locusts in front of our windows.

DISCLAIMER: If you came here through my other site, you're very likely to be disappointed and think I'm not worth standing behind that. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you with how realistic, negative and secular I am; but that's the best way life works for me.

Website In Brief

This website is my third personal one. Currently, it is just a blog where I post my writings (mostly p...s), photographs, design work, memories and, if the time permits, typical memories of a day in a life of me (as if anyone cared).

If you are looking for…

- power of women
- shoes, handbags, hairstyles etc
- me, you and www
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- celebrity gossip
- camgirls
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The theme needs to be worked on. It'll be black locust-ish and moorish idol-ish once I'm done...probably.

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