Of those drunk hooligans last night…

First of all, if you have no idea what this is about or if you’re one of those dumb people who LOL at everything, please, stay away. Last night there was enough morons for one whole year in my life, so STFU. Oh yes, any weird, generalising, nationalist or separatist comments to this will be deleted, too. I don’t care if you’re a random troll from whatever place, you’re not going to spam my blog.

Then, salutes to wonderful people such as Sigge, Vera and Fran. And, no, I don’t think any of you is a part of the ignorant world. Ignorant world is everywhere, including here. I guess that’s what I forgot to state in my previous post. It’s those people who get things wrong and never react against anything bad:(

Things were like hell last night. The whole centre of the city was demolished by hooligans and I have no idea how does that relate to Kosovo in any way. Basically, for those of you who don’t know, 500 000 people gathered on what was supposed to be, and mostly was, a peaceful protest in front of the national parliament and later on, inside and around the biggest Orthodox church on the Balkans; against the illegal (from the point of law) independence of the province of Kosovo, which our [Serbian] government did not accept, as well as many other countries, including Spain, Slovakia and Romania. However, among those 500 000 people, there were about 1000 hooligans, likely football fans, bikers, school dropouts, notorious teenage drunks and similar waste, butthole of the country. Those hooligans separated from the main group, broke the security and robbed two clothing stores close to the parliament.

[flash http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLYFaF5-ugY]

After that, they went to the USA embassy and set it on fire somehow. The staff was evacuated and the firemen managed to put the fire out, but one of the hooligans was apparently so drunk, that he ended up being caught in fire and he burned alive, they still didn’t manage to indentify him and notify his family. Then they set the Croatian flag in front of the Croatian embassy on fire and threw a couple of rocks, but police finally reacted and saved the building, so the hooligans then set a private house next door on fire and, as firemen couldn’t arrive, people in the house, among them an elderly couple, had to put out the fire on their own and they lost two rooms in fire. They also tried to attack Canadian, Bosnian, Belgian, Turkish, Italian, German and British embassy - doubt it was because of any of those countries in particular, but because those were on their way back to the innner centre of the city. Since all attempts resulted only in broken windows, they ended up setting random people’s cars and trash bins on fire.

My friend Dragana at some pont ended up in front of the Turkish embassy, trying to calm people down. The police did arrive, but only when her workmate called them. They were slow, dumb and useless and nothing was really solved until the special forces were brought out.

Then they went to one of the main squares and totally destroyed the first McDonald’s restaurant in the city that has been around for 20 years, in a house that belonged to a famous writer, which had old furniture on the upper floor and was protected by law, and back in the days, many of my schoolmates’ birthdays were celebrated there and somehow it’s a place where I like to go alone. It was also set on fire, but the firemen managed to put that fire down as well. Idiots. Too much hypocricy, huh? They have a problem with McDonald’s, yet they use foreign slang and, right now, steal foreign branded clothes? Come on, those people aren’t even extreme nationalists, just extreme morons and drunken youth on crack or something, in case they can’t afford that crack.

They came accross another, bigger one, where my friends and I usually hang out and threw a self-made bomb inside, but that one is not as damaged. On their stampedo through the centre, they robbed almost all the stores in the city, from groceries to shops with expensive watches (Lush shop somehow wasn’t robbed, maybe because we have enormous window blinds that are hard to break).

One guy filmed two random bitches among those hooligans, stealing stuff.
[flash http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VWZoKWBYXE]

Later on, as this footage ended up on TV all accross the world, these girls phoned the main TV stations and claimed that “they were not stealing, just taking” because “they have nothing”. Yes, right, how about the butt tattoo and expensive hairdo? YEAH RIGHT, they have nothing and are poor, starving people who are going to eat the shoes and clothes they stole. Seeeriously They’re, of course, going to be arrested, together with 192 people who were already arrested and more of them who are being searched for at the moment. Stupid miserable sluts, using other people’s sadness to

Clearly, these people were protesting against Kosovo indepedence by destroying, well, capital of our own country…yeah, right…:(:(:(

Luckily, foreign politicians, apart from the Germans who seem to be very errr…German about this, have stated and realised that these people were hooligans and that they won’t hold a grudge against Serbia. But the centre of Beograd now looks like a sight of war and who knows how long it will take for everything to be back to normal.

The K-thing(s) and more.

For god knows which time in my life, I woke up in a different country and I didn’t even move one single centimetre away from where I’d been before. I woke up in the same bed, surrounded by same posters of kittens and Kitten and same stuffed animals, there was the same pile of handwritten poems on the night table and the same old pen I love to write with. But all those things, together with me amongst them were now a part of something that got torn apart…again.

It’s alright, it’s alright
If the news says half the truth
Hearing what we want is the secret of eternal youth
It’s alright, it’s alright,
If the planet splits in three…

Sometimes it was the name that was changing, sometimes it was the territory, sometimes both. If this was Michael Ende’s Neverending Story, this’d probably be the part when a huge NOTHING is trying to eat everything, before Bastian comes. But this time there won’t be Bastian, for sure, there won’t be Moonchild. It’s more like Momo, where mysterious men in grey, with weird-looking cigarettes are walking around, taking the last bits of imagination from people’s minds and turning them into something they never wanted to become.

Given the fact how uneducated many people around the world, especially in rich countries are nowadays, I can’t explain them that I was born in a 22 million people country and that I live in a 6 million people country now (I think it’s 6?!); without them thinking I’m on some synthetic drug. They don’t need to worry about it anyway, when life is all about spending money on things one doesn’t even need, looking up to celebrities and trying to have some sort of an image. Or, it’s all about spending money on celebrities. Or…whatever.

It’s alright, it’s alright
Cause the system never fails
The good guys are in power
And the bad guys are in jail

If this was The Simpsons Movie, there’d be Tom Hanks describing how a new canyon is going to be formed in the middle of Europe. And this is the kind of morbid thinking that was in my mind in March 1999 as well, right before the big guys fucked the shit out of us (pardon my language). I was reading 100 Years Of Solitude and the end of the book got me so scared that my first-ever air emergency sirens two days later literally made me think we’re all going to die within a minute. My dad then told me that “every generation has to go through at least one war”. I asked him if that’s the case with people in e.g. Greenland as well. I don’t even want to ask him if his opinion has changed in the past nine years. Perhaps it hasn’t.

I guess many things fell apart in the last 10 months. And in all of them, one side totally profited, while the other remained screwed for the time being, although, by all possible means, that side was meant to be the one that’s better, stronger, smarter. It’s weird how I draw parallels among all those things. It’s weird that bad sides of the story always begin with the same letter.

I could’ve put Amazon affiliate links in all these book and movie titles, but that’d be too me, too sarcastic and thought-provoking [in reference to the third paragraph] and I’m not in the mood for sarcasm now, I’m 100% serious this time.

If we forget about them don’t worry
If they forget about us then hurry
How about the people who don’t matter anymore?

Heathen frog bought a road, like buttered fries!

No, I’m definitely not on drugs. I perfectly know what I wrote. 15th February is a public holiday in this country and, for the following reasons, I declare it invalid:

1. I have no idea what the area of this country is. It’s OK, no one knows.
2. I have no idea what the population of this country is. It’s OK, no one knows.
3. I have no idea how big this country will be in one week. It’s OK, no one knows.

So, therefore I pronounce 15th February to be…the world’s anual misheard lyrics day! And, this was inspired by Mira’s neverending search for mozzarella butterflies.

The first song to research in this action would be Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. Ever since the days Weird Al Yanković realised that it’s hard to bargle nawdl zouss with all those marbles in my mouth, there have been multiple variations to the theme. Us people from Balkans tend to think that second to last a denial in the song is actually ‘ladim jaja which would literally mean I’m cooling down my balls. However, whoever did this had much more on their mind than just that one harmless misunderstood line:

[flash http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1-NZWtTJYI]

If you’re up for some evil gnomes, if you want to know why the jelly can’t kick its other father, then…continue reading.

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Geophyzz,Green Green Bath Of Foam and Jingle Jelly

I don’t know if this is an appropriate title for what I want to describe, but I’ll call it a slow day. I’m experiencing something that’s so not common for Mondays: no one’s around, nothing’s happening, so…if I created a category for Lush, let there be some Lush.

Geophyzz would be the most expensive single item that ended up dissolving in my bath tub. When we got the stuff delivered in December, that was the first thing I wanted to try, but Green Green Bath Of Foamdistracted me so much that I almost didn’t notice the ‘Phyzz. However, they ended up in my bath together. When I tossed Geophyzz inside, unlike any other ballistic, it sunk to the bottom of the tub and I heard a rather loud Boing!, hoping that the neighbour from the first floor didn’t hear it as well, given the fact that it was two in the morning. I figured out I’d jump inside and soak as much of the Hawaiian sea salt as possible. Note to everyone: BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU STEP! It’s a bit nasty when a huge bit of salt gets under your feet, which happened to me. Suprisingly enough, after that little incident, the salt did dissolve and the scent was very foresty and pleasant. And whoever said that this is the spa treatment and a cure for a bad cold in one was right: I stayed in the hot water for as long as I could, it was pleasant, my fever was almost gone and I could breathe through my nose.

Green Green Bath Of Foam was just the icing on a perfect cake that Geophyzz already was. It has a more fruity smell, although the foresty note is dominant. It’s one of those things that simply enchant you the first time you see them. However, the foam isn’t as rich as it’d be with e.g. Hot Milk, so be ready for that or try to make it lather a bit more. The dominant scent, according to my half-blocked nose was grapefruit and I could smell some lemongrass, so it has a bit of that Avobath-ish wake-me-up magic to it.

Jingle Jelly dissapointed me for one thing: it lathers too much, unlike any other jelly I tried. Other than that, the scent is fresh and, being someone who’s really not familiar with “Western” Christmas traditions, I’d rather use it in the summertime. I think it’s a good one for guys as well: no glitter, no flower fragnance and it’s not pink.