Happy belated Easter to my western-Christian readers.

Dear western-Christian friends, I forgot to wish you a happy Easter, which was obviously on Sunday, 23rd.

I did so because a couple of people force-fed it to me and I already had a couple of cases where people forgot my Slava on 31st January (that’s my family’s patron saint once again! More of a pagan thing that Christian, but, well, Serbs are an interesting sort of people and probably not completely Christian either…) and my Christmas on 07th, yet, as usual, insisted to wish me a merry Christmas on 25th December and I simply decided not to bother at all. Instead of that, I spent the weekend finalising stuff for two new one-time design jobs that I snatched during March…a successful month indeed.

Also, the chocolate bunnies mania on one side and overusing of religion and making crosses out of everything on the other side totally freaks me out! As I always say, I hate comsumer-mas and consumer-ster; but at the same time, I think various backwards habits don’t have a place in XXI century. He’s risen? OK, sure he’s risen and although I’m not religions, I believe Jesus was not a myth and I respect all of the things he tried to teach people (and failed, as people seriously suck), it was, alongside Utopia and Marxism in theory the only idealistic thing in this world…but attending a mass doesn’t wash bad things you (no one in particular, any person!) might have done and it won’t change your life. It just might make you feel calm for a day or two.

But, since I know how it feels when people don’t care and when they think their culture is the only one in the world, and today is probably Easter Tuesday, happy belated Easter! I hope you all spent a nice weekend with your families. Love from me!

P.S. Mine is on 27th April this year and YES, it was on the same day as yours last year and in 2004, but NOT in 2008. I’d put money on 3 people on my friends’ list forgetting it.:p

P.P.S. If you respond to this with “Happy Easter” and you aren’t my clown-commenter; I’ll delete it and write you a long email about what I call comments taken straight from the bottom of your butt

Time flies…

I’m 25 years young today. I was born on 03.03.1983, which probably makes me half-evil.

In Japan, from what I understood, this day is a holiday when dolls are displayed, a doll festival. Dolls are merely things, with no hearts and feelings and easy to break. When you think they’re the ugliest possible reflection of who you are, you smash therir heads and throw them away. But what if they are no dolls?

And this is what my friend Laura sent to me and I thought it was madly funny. Courtesy of I Can Has Cheezburger, of course:

I can think of three people who won’t wish me a happy birthday and one that always forgets it and remembers it either on 02nd or 04th March for some odd, odd reason. But that’s life.

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.

Happy New Year!

There’s a certain vibe in the air. Happy New Year to you and happy err… fourth anniversary to me, I guess I’ve graduated from whateverthismay be after four years? Am I a bachelor or a master now?:)

In 2008 I resolve to freakin’ update this thing more often, like I used to. 2007 and the most of the 2006 have killed it a bit and I know I can do better than that. I sure do.