What happens when it stops?

I caubt a cobd. I hope it goeb abay soon. I hate bbeing ibb.

On Sunday, we had the second round of presidental elections here in Serbia. Our president was re-elected, but the suspense of the day and the evening was rather annoying, as if it was a basketball game and not elections so, under that impression, I stayed up all night, fell asleep in the morning and woke up only once, when one of Lush’s head people called me from UK.

When I woke up at six in the evening, I got to the living room and my mom was sitting there.

Me: Mom, I’m sorry that I slept at such odd time.
Mom: You see, I’m still alive…
Me: Naturally?!
Mom: …but the man next door, unfortunately, isn’t. He died during the night. They couldn’t even take a coffin up here, so they had to carry him.

I asked her to spare me details, as it already sounded as a beginning (or more precisely, an ending) of a very sad story, but as I went to the widow to express my condolescences, I heard everything.

So, the neighbour was a smoker (ever since they moved in, my room was stinking of low-quality cigarettes and it took me ages to figure out why, as I am not a smoker) and he quit smoking after having had a stroke about a year ago. But each time I’d stay up all night, I’d hear him cough in the morning, and it was not a normal cough, it was painful to listen and rather worrying. But, as we were not close as we were with our previous neighbours, I never asked him if he was alright.

Then, on Sunday, he took his wife out for her birthday. They walked to the restaurant and back home, after having reserved the place for next week, as he was planning a retirement party for his friends and soon-to-be ex workmates. After they got home, he sat down to watch a football game on TV and his wife went to have a shower. At some point, he just collapsed and she came back to the living room only to find him on the floor. She was trying to wake him up, she spilled a bucket of water over him, but nothing helped. He was gone.

Not having managed to make friends with anyone in the building, the widow put the announcement of her husband’s death only on the apartment’s door and not also on the front door, the way it’s usually done here. So, basically, when my parents got out in the morning, they were facing a photo of him and the date of his sudden death, 03rd February 2008.

All of this has got me down, even though we were not close…

Meow you!

Meow, it’s February, the month where cats need to buy packs of Grand Tom, the cats’ condoms, with scent of Jerry and taste of Mickey. In other words: there will be hardcore soft catpornography everywhere.

First of all, I guess you saw this coming, but HA-HA! What goes around, comes around. But it’s weird that it happened less than two days after I’ve written my über-angry entry. In ya face, Yahoo! Or am I stealing their author rights because I used an exlamation mark?

It’s the time to look back at January 2008. Oh my, what a month! What a, what a great, amazing month, what a good start to what’s hopefully going to be an OK, trouble-free year (the last of which is pretty much needed, as every year from 2004 on was too turbulent and too stressful). Let’s just say that it was my best month from April 2004 on, with the honourable exception of December 2006, the brightest star that’s ever existed on my sky map.

The only things I didn’t like this month are related to three of my friends: B, L. and partly *. Lack of correspondence with them has been annoying and I love all three of them.

Oh yes, I also don’t like noticing that all the fat went to the space under my waist and above my hips and realising that I’ll have to do some exercise to get rid of that as it looks funny, given that the rest of me is in OK shape. But then again, Jennifer Love-Hewitt is a proof that one can look OK with a wee bit of extra-weight on one single body part.

If I don’t talk about those two things and politics, where I hope things will be fine, everything else about January was like sailing on a peaceful sea after getting used to a living in a storm. From the New Year’s Eve and how we got into the year by symbolically watching the event that defined 2007 on TV, until my slava yesterday, I don’t have to complain about anything. But mostly, it’s about babies.

Two of my online friends had babies in January 2008. Inge gave birth to Axl and Trish gave birth to Ian. Two of my real-life friends, people I basically grew up with, a girl who was like my older sister at some point and the girlfriend of her brother who was also like my older brother are expecting babies in May and June. The girl’s baby will be a baby boy and the gender of the other one is unknown as of yet, but I hope it’s a girl. Imagine how amazing it would be, especially considering that both of the new families together with grandparents are living in one big, big house next door. My cousin’s wife will give birth to their third child in July, as well and I hope it will be a baby boy because she already has twin girls.

The highlight of the month would, however, be my weekend with Sombor, spent with my amazing friend Maja and her wonderful mother and cute little brother; hanging out with and seeing the concert of our friend Robert’s band, Wicked Coffee Shoppers. We had such a good time. I hope it repeats, many times. Then there are of course the evenings spent at Milica’s place in Železnik, with her cat, Njušković purring next to us, and early afternoons with Mira, living part in early 90s and part in now; which lead to re-discovering my responsibility and neatness of the past through someone who was like that all their life long. It’s simple: I figured out that, by putting myself together and (trying to) being neat and organised, I could be less stressed, more helpful and have more time for things that really matter. But I won’t be overdoing it. ^_^

For February 2008, I have a lot of hopes. I want to push some work-related projects forward, start studying because this uni won’t finish itself someday (although I’d love it), attend a work excursion and…there’s probably more, but hey, it’s been a good start to 2008. I also want to solve things with *, L and B, though something tells me that * and L are not angry or wanting to forget me, just in lurve. Speaking of that, perhaps I should send them Valentine’s Day cards?

I want to spend as much time as possible with my girls, and that includes my fourth close friend, Sofija (known for weird schedule) as well. So, guess I’ll be trying to wake up earlier in future. I’d also love to hang out with my friend Goran a bit more, as long as his new GF isn’t jealous of his friends.

I will post an extended version of this story onto my LiveJournal, if I get a chance.

Yahoo is on crack. I’m annoyed.

Everyone who’s been reading me for at least 2-3 months probably remembers my little accident at FlickR. You know, the one where I couldn’t pick the country I actually live in, nor the country it split from, nor the country err…all six of these mini-countries were a part of. I thought that was a temporary glitch, so I didn’t do anything.

I tried to Google the phrase “why Yahoo doesn’t list Serbia” and even the easier variant, “Yahoo Serbia”, but the only results were ramblings about Kosovo, European union and various other Yahoo! News stories. There was no explanation why a person who’s from Serbia or Montenegro can’t select their country on any of the Yahoo network sites or any of the sites acquired by Yahoo! in near future.

I had enough of this and I contacted the support…the response I got was really, really lame and probably automatic:

Oh no! We appreciate that you contacted us for assistance, and I would love to help. However, I am unable to figure out exactly what the problem is.

In order for our MyBlogLog support team to resolve this issue, we will need to know as much of the following information as you can provide:

* Your Yahoo! ID

* The URLs for the blogs you author

* Your browser type and version number

* The text of any error messages received

* The exact steps taken that lead up to this event

Once I have all of the requested information I will investigate the error you are reporting.

ARE THEY SERIOUS?

Now I’m really glad that I don’t use Yahoo! Messenger, that I never had a Yahoo! email account or anything. Shame, shame on them.

Oh yes, PLEASE feel free to link to this particular entry, Stumble this story, submit it to Digg or whatever. I just added a plugin that does such magic. This is ignorant, ugly, stupid and it should be spreaded around, so more people would be aware of it. And of course that it matters.

I should change my name to Narcisa

This one is about quizzes as well, but smart ones. For the one with STUPID quizzes, visit yesterday’s entry.. Ktnxbai.

I’ve been solving some Phd-certified and similar (reliable) personality quizzes for a while, as well as those about right partners and other stuff…and I keep on getting my star sign and my personality type. I think I know what it means: I’m actually narcissistic and deep in love with myself.

There was that episode of Gusztav (he might be known to you who live far away from Hungary as Gustavus…and, if you have never heard of him, your personal culture is at a rather low level :p) where he was dating a bunch of girls and no girl was right for him. In the end, he ends up at a some place where a supercomputer is taking lists of what’s good about a human of opposite sex from people and generates a photorobot of that person’s ideal partner. Some old woman got an old man, a little girl got some handsome actor and then Gusztav put his paper in the computer. The machine was working hard, really hard and guess what popped out of the printer case? A doodle of angrzy Gusztav’s face. I bet the same would happen to me as well. Even though I love all of the people dear to me, I think I would only have a future with a clone of myself. Then again, that is strange, because I’m straight and not only that I wouldn’t experiment with a girl, I totally despise everything they do and my best girlfriends are either tomboys on the outside or tomboys at heart. Oh yes, 2/4 of my closest offline friends get the same results in these tests, as well as an online friend whom I consider to be the ying to my yang and the most daring person in the known universe. Another very close online friend has an INFJ/INTJ doublet. And my mother as well.

The usual thing happened with the tests for which Natalia gave me the links. So, from now on, you can call me Narcissa. O_O Narcisa would be spelling here, actually. Isobel would be good too, like in that Bjork’s song where she’s married to herself, but I used to know a girl called Isobel and she was pretty much a person I would never want to be associated to. So, I’m Narcisa and I’ll marry myself when I’ve turned 30 in 2013 or something like that:) I think there’s such a moment with The Red Guy in the Comet! episode of Cow & Chicken anyway.

So, here are my amazing test scores. Me ♥ me.

My score on The Quick and Dirty Personality Test:
INFJ - the counselor
(Your Type is 0% Extroverted, 12% Observant, 6% Logical and 50% Structured)

“Your type is best summed up by the word “counselor”, which belongs to the larger group of idealists. Only 2% of the population share your type. You are so empathic that you often know what others need before they know themselves. You are a complex person who can deal with complicated issues and people, almost prefer to, as you love problem solving. You can be something of an idealist or perfectionist, and should try to take yourself a little less seriously.
You are a supportive and insightful romantic partner, encouraging your mate to have dreams and work hard to make those dreams come true. Because you are so creative, you have a wealth of ideas to help them toward those goals. You need harmony so much that you are driven to resolve conflict quickly, as long as the terms don’t violate your ethics. You feel the most appreciated when your partner admires your creativity, trusts your inspirations, and respects your values. It is also vitally important that your partner be open and emotionally available - in other words, that they be willing to share themselves completely.
Your group summary: idealists (NF)
Your type summary: INFJ

My score on The Best Personality Type for You Test:
INFJ - The Counselor
(You scored 25 I versus E, 20 N versus S, 40 F versus T, and 60 J versus P!)

“Your ideal romantic partner is known as the counselor. This type makes a supportive and insightful romantic partner, encouraging their mates to have dreams and work hard to make those dreams come true. Because they are so creative, they have a wealth of ideas to help them toward those goals. They need harmony so much that they are driven to resolve conflict quickly, as long as the terms don’t violate their strong ethics. They feel the most appreciated when their partners admire their creativity, trust their inspirations, and respect their values. It is also vitally important that their partners be open and emotionally available - in other words, that they be willing to share themselves completely.
The group summary: idealists (NF)
The type summary: INFJ