Sun in your eyes

So free...

Drama, drama, drama..

Ankara, city life

 

How to make Turkish people like you even more?

Buy a T-shirt with their flag and they will love you.

Night life

"after all this raki and beer with the dinner, I got kinda sleepy.."


..few minutes later


...few more minutes later: "are we gonna party, or what?" :)

Me and Mustafa - the young Yasser Arafat look-alike wanna-be

Funny, I guess

Rukiye - The Turkish delight

Atakule Tower

from below


...and above

Fethiye / Turkey

Black cat, White cat

offline

Slovenske Gorice signs

Slovenske Gorice - the area in eastern part of Slovenia, where I live
gorica = small mountain
gorica = vineyard (in our dialekt - today I realised why; because all hills around here are covered with vineyards, with cherry church / chapel on top)

Live your dreams with us...

We’ re everything you dreamed Fethiye should be. Where paradise begins...and never ends.

Doesn't sound bad, huh

6.7.

Listening to "Isn't she lovely" by Stevie Wonder, on repeat, and thinking of you. And of 6.7.

So, 22 years ago, on this day, after alot of struggle, a little baby girl was born.... And the rest is history.. :). And this little baby girl, had such influence on my life, like no other..

I remember how I used to confuse it for 7.6., and how I was embarrased when got cought on it. And mail from you, 4 years ago when you said that from then on you can officialy rent porn :) And later, me being nervous trying to think of something to make you happy. And of course, me failing in doing so, by giving you the ball. Damn that ball :)
And the Russian country side, last year.. I was never with you on 6.7. Also I won't be this year..

Anyway.



Isn't she lovely? ;)

What did you do? What did you say?
Did you walk - or did you run away?
Where are you now? Where have you been?
Did you go alone - or did you bring a friend?

Katie Melua - Piece by Piece

I like

Memories

Sometimes memories come hounting me. Memories of times, that once were, so beautiful and magical, but they are only memories now. Getting more and more vague every week, every month. Sometimes it is scary to realise that what was then the most important thing, is now vanishing into nothing. Soon there will be nothing. Just a story to tell.
So scary, and yes, sad. To leave behind something, you don't want to let go. But there's no other way.

Good old times

Smoking is healthy, I heard.

...if you're a cancer

Cycling #02

Distance: 40km
Altitude difference: ~600m
Consumption: ~2 beers, 1 Snickers

Sights: Ptujksa Gora, ...

oh yeah, whatever, nevermind

Rožica 2

*playing with Photoshop (or Fireworks) is fun :)

Mr Lordi from Finland

Wings on my back
I got horns on my head
My fangs are sharp
And my eyes are red
Not quite an angel
Or the one that fell
Now choose to join us or go straight to Hell

We have the winner! :) I like Eurovision, I really do :)

I found out they even do their own costumes and of course write their own lyrics and all. My respect!

You can find the interview here and the whole lyrics here.

Rožica

You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

studentski-informator.com

We've been working till 1am yesterday with two friends, students, from predagogical art faculty, on one of their assigments - and we came up with Študentski Informator - an online forum for students.

Quote of the day:
"If you can't be with the one you love, - love the one you're with."

The Garden

peppermint


Preperations for planting an asparagus


lettuce


vine


cherries


..and the bike (of course)

Bolje z biciklom v kurbarijo kot pa z mercedesom na delo!!!!

My friend's statement today. It means "Better with the bicycle to the kurbarija* than with Mercedes to work!" :)

*kurbarija is hard to translate. Kurba = whore. But in this case it's not meant whore-house, but more in general, going to "kurbarija" means more like going out after girls with sexual intensions

Just another beautiful morning

Already wednesday, feels like monday. This week will pass very quickly, again. Such a beautiful morning, so fresh and sunny, big beautiful lilac is blooming just outside and it smells like spring at it's best..

There's alot of work to be done, and alot of nice thoughts runing trough my head. I'm thinking of that morning, when I woke up, as soon as it got bright, you were sleeping quite close to me. I was watching you sleep, hoping that you won't turn to the other side. And I was so incedibly happy. I think you felt that look. You were lying there, so peaceful and calm, and beautiful, like always in the mornings. I was sleeping on the floor, but I haven't felt as comfortable in a very long time.

List of things to buy for cycling - sorted by importance

• windstopper (Gore-tex or Microfiber)
  
• distance meter
• backpack
• trunk - bike carrier for the car
  
• clipless pedals
• cycling shoes
  
• cycling gloves
• sunglasses
• repair toolkit
• spair inner tube
• watter-skin
  

Heavy hamster

They sound something like this. // 3gp video format

Lounge-radio.com <- recommended

If you leave me now, you’ll take away the biggest part of me
No baby please don’t go
If you leave me now, you’ll take away the very heart of me
No baby please don’t go

A love like ours is love that’s hard to find
How could we let it slip away
We’ve come too far to leave it all behind
How could we end it all this way
When tomorrow comes we’ll both regret
Things we said today

I'll be your baby tonight

Close your eyes, close the door,
You don't have to worry any more.
I'll be your baby tonight.

Shut the light, shut the shade,
You don't have to be afraid.
I'll be your baby tonight.

Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away,
We're gonna forget it.
That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon,
But we're gonna let it,
You won't regret it.

Kick your shoes off, do not fear,
Bring that bottle over here.
I'll be your baby tonight.

by Bob Dylan

Amsterdam photos

Been working from early morning, still not finished and it's already 7PM. Hardcore programming.

Few more days like this and I'll drop dead. This is inhuman.

Destination - Amsterdam

Route plan

Distance: 1300 km
Objective: facing the past

Cycling 01

First tour this year today. With a bicycle club.

Start point: Kidričevo
Distance: 40km
Trail: 80% unpaved road; 15% forrest trail, 5% paved road - mostly straight
Estimated time: 2.5 hours
Conditions: sunny and windy

Key to my heart belongs to you
Angel of the morning
Terribly I want you
Eternity I want to spend with you
Romance
Insane, maybe
Nobel.
Are you gonna marry me?

Seen the world with you
Apologised too many times
Pardon my French
Undo, and try again
No more pain
Only happines
Virtual and so real
And..you know.. (Amsterdam)

I'm trembeling, feeling all nervous, my hands are sweating. Chain smoking to make it all milder, doesn't really help. What the hell is wrong with me??!

The miracle of life

Just a tree, will you say?

--Things aren't always what they seem to be.

I'll never be me again!

It is hard to be me

The end of Seinfeld

Wow, 9 years, a 180 shows, same 12 boxes of serial, and millions ans millions of dollars.

And I watched them all, in couple of weeks. I got so used to it, that now I'm not quite sure what will I do in my free time..

Ah, I'll find something...

The girl from Ipanema

Have you ever wondered who inspired Antonio Carlos Jobim and Vinicius de Moraes to write this wonderful song?
SHE's got her own page right here. She was 18 at the time, now she's in late 50's..

Gloomy, dark, cold days..

They come and go. Can't escape them.

On days like this, one wishes only one thing. Warmth. To come home from work, have somebody waiting for you, to hug, eat lunch together, discuss things. To go to sleep to a non-empty bed.

I am not looking forward of going home from work. To my rooom, where I'll just sit by the computer, maybe do some things, pospone the others, watch some series, which will maybe even make me laough, and then go to sleep with a heavy heart..

It feels empty, my life.

You're going to reap just what you sow, they say.

Seems like I didn't put enough effort into my crops , and now I'm left with alomost nothing and alone. And I don't have the time to change it. It is changing, but way to slowly.

Jump, and make the world a better place: http://www.worldjumpday.org/

Sail on silver girl, sail on by. Your time has come to shine, All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine, oh and when you need a friend, I'm sailing right behind..

Sometimes you can't make it on your own..

Some things are better unsaid, some tears are better uncried, sometimes it's necessary to convince yourself happiness is all around. It's in things one could never imagine.

What you believe, that is.

Why not forget all the bad times and remember only good ones.. Why feel sad, if it is not necassary at all. Why not go out and roll around in snow and scream like crazy. Why make sense. Why keep silent when you wanna say something. Why act strong. Why dedicate your life to a higher cause, when all you want is to get laid. Why forgive, if nothing is about to change?

Once the temple has been violated, it's impossible to worship it any more.

Good bye Clio

Sold my car today. For lousy $300. Forgot to mention that gear box has only few days left to live :P

But still, I didn't conn the buyers, I deducted a cost of a replacement gear box from the fair price for such car.

It's funny, that I published an add on internet, and 2 hours later, and 15 incoming calls later the car is already gone. One guy even asked if the price is some kind of joke, or I'm serious about selling it for so little. I can't help it, i'm fair person, that's why I'll never be rich :)

And the guys who bought it, are going to sell it right away again... for alot more, I'm sure.

I can hardly imagine spending a week without a car now..

Memoirs of a Geisha

The heart dies, a slow death,
shedding each hope like leaves
until one day there are none.
No hopes. Nothing remains.

Seinfeld..

George: Why even try anymore? There's no sense to it. I'm never gonna meet anybody, I should just accept it.

....
....

George: I mean it's gotten to the point where I'm flirting with operators on the phone. I almost made a date with one.

Jerry: Oh, so there's still hope.

George: I don't want hope. Hope is killing me. My dream is to become hopeless. When you're hopeless, you don't care, and when you don't care, that indifference makes you attractive.

Jerry: Oh, so hopelessness is the key.

George: It's my only hope.

The Rolling Stones - Miss you (repeat = ON)

I’ve been holding out so long
I’ve been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you
I’ve been hanging on the phone
I’ve been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh

.....

the Cast

 

Bird flu in Maribor

I work in a house located right on the embarkment of river Drava in Maribor. It's very nice location, and every now and then I go out to have a smoke and enjoy the view on the river peacfuly flowing by.
Drava has been quite poluted not so long ago, but lately improved environment care, stricter rules and new refinery have made it alot cleaner. This resulted in many birds taking this spot for their living space. Even in winter the area is full of ducks, swans, segals, etc...

But today my usual sight on birds enjoying their time on the river was a bit different. There was a boat, with 3 people wearing those contamination suits, looking like they're from space, picking up a dead swan out of the watter.. Seeing this otherwise proud and beautiful animal picked up like this into a plastic bag, knowing that flu which killed it could maybe also be deadly to people, isn't a very nice sight.

Love is in the air..

Valentine's.

I love you - always have, always will.

You know who you are.

I don't know what else to say.

The way it goes, nobody knows..

I'm never lonely. When I'm not busy with my work, I have my sister Pain, who's always with me, and there's my brother Internet, he's quite fun, and lately I'm hanging out alot with my acquaintance Seinfeld, he also never fails to make me smile..
Though I kinda got used to having sister Pain around, I think soon, I'll have to tell her that I also want to see other people, we kinda got too close. She's nice and all and we have long history together, but she got too keen on me, I think I'll have to suggest to her that we take a break, a week or something..

Skiing. It was great today. Specially the last jump. I thought there was one springboard, but surrprisingly, after I jumped one, there appeared 3 more, not seen from top of the hill and impossible to avoid. From 3rd (quite impressivly big) I jumped exatly on top of 4th one, the not steep part of it, and then few seconds later, I started to look, where my skies could be.. Except from skined face and most likely fractured wrist (I'll have to ask a doctor tomorrow morning about that one, it hurts like hell), I'm very fine. :) Finding a puddle of oil under my car later, and dead light-bulb in headlights only lifted my spirits even higher! :) Oh, and my butt also got acquainted with my sister Pain, I hope it's the beginig of a very short friendship :)

In My Secret Life

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can't seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There's no one in sight.
And we're still making love
In My Secret Life.
....

Hey, that's no way to say goodbye

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

O, Vrba

O Vrba, srečna draga vas domača,
kjer hiša mojega stoji očeta;
da b' uka žeja me iz tvoj'ga sveta
speljala ne bila golj'fiva kača!

Ne vedel bi kako se v strup preobrača
vse, kar srce si sladkega obeta;
mi ne bila bi vera v sebe vzeta
ne bil viharjev notranjih b' igrača!

Zvesto srce in delovno ročico
za doto, ki jo nima miljonarka,
bi bil dobil izvoljeno devico;

mi mirno plavala bi moja barka;
pred ognjem dom, pred točo mi pšenico
bi bližnji sosed varoval - svet' Marka.

France Prešeren (1800-1849)

LOST

Been Lost for couple of last days. Completely. Came home, closed the shades, and show began. Nobody has even seen much of me.

First thing I do in the morning, is turn my comp on, and the last thing before going to bed is turning it off. Every day.. Sometimes I already feel I'm turning to some kind of closed inside freak, which in time gets isolated from the world, and has his own world inside his head, which has little to do with reality.