corner of the lonely thoughts

Sunset over Sarajevo

2007-06-12T08:08:00.001+02:00

SuSE 10.0 vs. Win XP sp2 - all on IBM's T43

2006-10-23T20:43:00.000+02:00

Thanks to good people, I was able to resolve my problem with dual boot installation. Half-a-gig ram, 128MB of X300 ATI card, 14'' screen of this rugged laptop together with SuSE and additional applications for network monitoring. All this cuz I landed my dream job - I am sys admin of the backbone passing through my country. Whole shabeng. 600Mbps under my supervision...

Thnx for all the nice wishes :)

Who am I?

2006-10-10T15:24:00.000+02:00

There is a definition available, for me, myself, and I:

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Lucciano
Defined as is:

1. lucciano

1.having lots of money.
1.he got crazy lucciano

2. Lucciano

Super big pimp daddy that all the girlies love
man, he's a lucciano, and he's so sexy

Lady, leave me aloneeeeee....

2006-09-22T13:34:00.001+02:00

Marty wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open
his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass
of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of
him, all clean and pressed. Marty looks around the room and sees that it is
in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He
takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table "Honey, breakfast is on
the
stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you."

So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and
the
morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Marty asks, "Son,
what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home after 3 A.M.,
drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave
yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door."

Confused, Marty asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and
breakfast is on the table waiting for me?" His son replies, "Oh that! Mom
dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you
said, "Lady, leave me alone, I'm married!"

They said....

2006-09-20T14:13:00.001+02:00

"When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading."
~Henny Youngman

"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. "
~Frank Sinatra

One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his buddy Norm. Here's how it went:
"Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."

"You all laugh because I'm different...I laugh because you're all the same." - Anonymous

Distinction of Church and Belief

2006-09-19T10:15:00.000+02:00

Hey hey hey, who would say that *(my) Pope is a fascist. Well, anyone who has something inda head, not just vacuum. Why?
Well, it is very clear that Pope's message , the other day, did not aim at spreading love and peace. It'd be differently pronounced, formed, directed and said. But no, Popie prefers quoting medieval authors. Yeah, like, they were the sun and the starts of all intellectual advancement ever, so he finds them appropriately quotable. He prefers ranting about Muhammad, instead of talking some love and shinny happiness into people.

Never mind, who listens to such an old prick anyhow? Well, seems like many. Me myself, I'd never give him an ounce of trust. Why, you ask? Well, I was 15 when civil war burst out in my country. It was an option for me to join the army, both leftist or right-handed. Options were numerous: from a Patriotic League, to HOS, HVO, Chetnicks, Ustasha's, Jihad Fighters - you name it, we've had it in the town. Yes, I've spent 1260 days of siege in Sarajevo, capital of Eastern hemisphere... there were many looking for blood-thirsty, confused peons, to put guns in their hands, to make them believe whatever they wanted to indoctrinate them with... And I, myself, being aaaa... young adult, is that how you call 15-years old?
I knew much much better, than to join Nazi youth. Well, seems like our Pope have had no choice, in his age of 14, but to join Hitler's Youth. It says Hitlerjungend was mandatory, especially after 1942. Well, guess what, army was mandatory in Sarajevo. Another thing - draft was implemented so rigorously that only 2% of the males in my town managed to escape army and draft process, this way or another. I managed, well. Pope didn't. His bad. He didn't know better. Or, just maybe, he wasn't so much against it. Or, he was, like, passively giving his resistance. In the head. Like, thinking badly about bad bad Nazis. Or, just perhaps, sharing some of their views. Like the one that Moslems and Mohammad are no-good-son's-of-biatches, Jews are greedy and bad-bad-mofuggers, etc. We all know what were they preaching, anyways, Pope Retardict is our problem, nowadays. What does that fugger think, does he think at all, is he ashamed of himself at least a little bit?

Now we get to the problem of Church. Me, as a Catholic, I get right to rant about those papal-ass-lovers hypocrites. And, of course, to rant about their ex-Nazi Chief of the Party.
It is time, it was time already, long ago, to draw that line: Distinction of Church and Belief. C'mon, people, don't be morons: Church has abandoned Jesus long ago, if it was ever under His umbrella at all. Why not? Well, ain't it obvious? First of all, all the money and the power is really shitty thing to hold on - isn't their job to ensure our blessings in the after-life, not to ensure their own blessing in the earth-life? I’ve seen to many fat greasy richie-rich priests, driving around in limos, having golden frames on their blurred glasses, carrying around their golden crosses, dressed up in shiny sparky clean robes… their little piggy eyes, deep inda head, rubbing their palms together, trying to decide which youngster to molest next… all this has nothing to do with Jesus, in fact it is so far from his doctrine that Church and Jesus shouldn’t go into the same paragraph of text, let alone in the sentence. Belief and Church have separated long long ago, if they ever went together, at all. It is the last minute for us to do so, in our heads and hearts. Leave those hypocrites behind, strive toward Jesus and his heart.

It is so hard to do what’s right instead of doing what’s easy.

Morning's dillema.

2006-09-12T09:08:00.000+02:00

I look through all the faces
in their heads are empty spaces
dillema of the morning's imposed

How much should I have dosed
In the morning's myst of fear
not to see them, not to hear

How much property is enough?

2006-09-11T15:03:00.000+02:00

So, do tell, how much do you need in your life? A house with 2, 3, 7 bedrooms and bathrooms? 100.000€, 200.000€, half-a-mill € on your savings account?

I feel that everything beyond daily food and nightly bed comes as a reward, and extras...

Memento mori.

2006-09-08T15:33:00.000+02:00

Every orgasm is like a small death, she said. What do you associate an orgasm with, what color? Red and black, she says. Not because of death, I ain't afraid of the death. Well, neither am I. Like everything has its ending, it wouldn't be good if we lasted forever.

Why don't we die when we are completely happy, embraced, during an orgasm, united, when we need nothing else in the whole world? Wouldn't it be more complete to die when you miss nothing more, need nothing more, nothing else bothers you, you get completely fulfilled... or, you get to die in suffering, missing thousands of stupid shits?

Memento mori.

Is it your job?

2006-09-07T10:59:00.000+02:00

Ok, whose job is it? Should there be any distribution of jobs, according to prefferences, capabilities, abilities, disabilities? I believe there should be a distinction, not like carved in stone, but firm and understandable, and definitely logical..

Artify me artificially

2006-09-07T09:51:00.000+02:00

Transformation, metamorphoses, butterfly-like...
No information, ostheoporoses, run away from such hike...

Good sketching, etching, crawing for drawing.

CLIKKC ME here

Form vs. content

2006-09-06T14:55:00.000+02:00

I am sooooooo upset... no, nah, the word is pissed off, with my immediate environment. With citizens of Balkans, in general, and mostly with Bosnian fuggers. Why, you wonder? Well, if you lived here and have had more than 2 grams of brain, you'd probably be revolted for the same reasons: everybody insists on the form, nobody cares about content, essence, substance.... e.g. I work for the govt. institution - dress code says we have to be in dark suits, with the tie, and don't even think about having a Disney tie or something. Gotta be checkered or some other dull pattern, can't be fun. On the other hand, war criminals sit in our Parliament. Or their children, who nurture memories of their genocidal parents over media, on regular basis.

Wanna know more? Lemme go puke, I'll be back, to rant more.

Awareness

2006-09-06T10:40:00.000+02:00

What would happen if we would be able to determine when do we want to be aware? Like, if I could be aware while I am asleep - I would spend the night watching my prettier half, as she is sleeping, like an angel... and, contrary to the period of awareness during the rest period, I could be unaware and unconscienceous while I am at work: I rent my brains anyways, there isn't much need for processing powers of my grey cells, it is just routine works that are done on daily basis, never changing, always boring...

Ah, I would if I could, but I can't so I shan't.

Gmail - hejjjj Laki

2004-10-18T08:53:00.000+02:00

Rekoh... nisam nista naucio u zivotu dobro da radim, sem da pokusavam. Jebiga, ko bi ga znao da ce se sve ovako okrenuti? Niti mi je iko rekao da je zivot picka koja ti se prikrade iza ledja kad nisi spreman, niti me je iko obavijestio da je zivot obaveza kojoj se niti radujes, niti nadas. Niko nije nasao za shodno ni da mi kaze da nikad necu ni biti spreman za zivot, pa bas kao ni svi ostali, niti mi je iko kazao da ce zivot stalno od mene traziti da ga zivim i da nigdje, ama bas nigdje, ne postoji dugme kojim bih oznacio privremenu pauzu na taj zivot. Cak nema ni crvene ruchke kocnice na vidiku, kojom bih oznacio hitnu i neizostavnu potrebu da zaustavim planetu i sidjem; stavise, na obzorju nema ni nade da ce biti odmora dok traje obnova, fakin obnova. Jedino sto sam do sad naucio, iz svih "trial and error" (metoda pokusaja i greske, op.a.) je da moram ustajati i dalje, i pokusavati i opet, i opet, i opet i ope.. i op... i... a zasto zivimo kada se iz zivota niko nije izvukao ziv?

TestCafe - Sex Test - Your Evaluation

2004-10-06T16:59:00.000+02:00

Sex Test - My Evaluation. What about your evaluation results? Can we see an URL or what :D ?

stolen bits of conversation

2004-10-05T13:58:00.000+02:00

This was, surely, just a mental diversion. And perhaps I was just a Member of a Secret Foreign Service that was accidentaly falsified somewhere from Japan, or something. I wouldn't know - knowlege is as deep as perception is, anyways - and this early in the morning, my perception is quite a ... like a ... like a variable, like X going to minus infinity. Early in my life I used to be young, though that fact was changing as years passed by. Amasing, isn't it? Fcuk. Now I'm just a old trash bag, ain't-good-for-nothin'.

It all started with golden fishies.

Zdravo - Hello

2004-09-05T07:37:00.000+02:00

Zdravo
31.10.1993.

Zdravo svi drugovi
s kojima napravih toliko nereda,
zdravo sve ljepotice
sestoga razreda.

Zdravo zime smrznute
i ljeta raspjevana
sto napravismo mi,
raja razdragana.

Zdravo Sarajevo nestalo
u dimu baruta,
nastalog od tonu celika
po djeci prosuta.

Zdravo svim prijateljima
u sjecanjima ostalih,
na nekim od
groblja sarajevskih.
-----------------------------------
Hello
31.10.1993.

Hello, all my friends
With whom I made so much mess,
hello all the beauties
of the sixth grade's classes.

Hello, frozen winters
and singing summers,
made by us,
cheerful friends.

Hello, Sarajevo, disapeared
in the gunpowder smoke
of the tone of steel
shattered amongst children.

Hello to all friends
who remain in memories,
in some of the
Sarajevo's cemetaries.

by Phenomenicus Domesticus

Pa Ssta - So What?!

2004-08-30T16:17:00.000+02:00

"pa ssta"

massta
zzivjeti disati pisati
recci djelovati ne stati
smjeti htjeti voljeti ne izdati
i ne strassiti se
*
vjernost ideal romantika
vitez bez nakaza
kamikaza
politike bijesa razvaljenih snova
stresa
nisam za tog lijesa
*
joss tri za gross
a zzivot za dvje
rijeci pogressne
smjessne jeftine
*
ne skreni sa puta
ne gledaj iza
kriza

"so what"

imagination
to live to breathe to write
to say to do not to stop
to dare to want to love not to betray
and not to be scared
*
faithfullnes ideal romance
knight without monsters
kamikaza
of politics rage broken dreams
of stres
i'm not in for that cascet
*
you get three for a quarter
and a life for two
wrong words said
funny cheap
*
do not lose your path
do not look behind
chrisis

ThinkGeek :: Auravision EluminX Illuminated Keyboard

2004-08-18T16:13:00.000+02:00

ThinkGeek :: Auravision EluminX Illuminated Keyboard - just so you know what do I want from YOU for my birthday (coming up in january :\ )

Taking Lives (2004)

2004-08-16T15:19:00.000+02:00

Taking Lives (2004)

Well, how should I put this... I haven't seen such a stupid and retarded movie, in years! Jesus, I thought when those actors make money they wouldda stop making bull-crap movies, but, apparently, that is not the case with Angelina Jolie. I can freely say that Lara Croft was an artistic and legendary movie compared to this peace of crap. Most important thing about Angelina being detective (deFective) is that when she runs, camera focuses on her swaying boobies. Another thing - two sex scenes - put into the movie excusively so she can undress... Another thing - car chase - oh Lord that was weak! Whole story is quite retarded and unbelievable, with so many flaws... from the begining, of course, it praises USA - c'mon, we all know that USA is superior and everyone else is sucker, so Canadian police calls in help from - FBI... .agent from Pennsylvania saves Canada, and story is soooooo cheeeeeeessy that it stinks five blocks around my house. I better go and erase the copy of the movie, since I have no enemies to recommend them this for download and as for my friends - I will gladly recommend them the same - erase motherfugga and don't watch this shit. You'll spend 2 hours better if you go to sleep, instead of watching this shit.

You can call me a nerd,

2004-08-12T20:08:00.000+02:00

but I was contemplating my decision to stay in the city over the summer and try to earn and save mo' money for school... well, out of all the places BESIDES my home, that I wish I could have visited over this summer, DEFCON was at the very first position in my "Places-to-Go" list. Why? Well... when I go to sleep, if I don't hear cars outside, I can hardly fall asleep. I love to hear humming of my computer's cooler and to see all the LED's, screensavers and cables blink in the room, sooooo.... fcuk Miami and South Beach, fcuk all the beatches, defcon rules.

G-mail!

2004-08-11T16:38:00.000+02:00

A Gigabyte of storage for an e-mail account, that's not bad, aaaaaight? Anyways, now I can receive mp3's, avi's, divx's and all other nice large stufff in my inbox! From now on, mail me at iznogud @.... gmail, of course, dot-com :D

Nothing to win and nothing left to lose

2004-08-08T23:58:00.000+02:00

Those were the days, my friend, we hoped that they would end... whatta parody, right? Perhaps not, and than again, when you think about it: You are free only when you have nothing to win and nothing left to lose... and that's the way we were - all of us, Prince and Pauper, Policeman and Thief. Every single soul was unescapeably cought up in the chains of the Machine that was remodeling surface of our world. And yet, we were free to express, free of fear, free of inequality. Destiny sucked the same for all of us, you never knew if a Wheel of Life is going to spin your lucky number, is it going to happen now or tomorrow.

One has a couple of choices, in times when circumstances say that no choice is left: you can either get yourself upset about situation that you can't change, oooooooooor - you can, simply, not get upset with it. You can either believe in yourself, or not believe. You can do it, the question is are you going to do it or you're just gonna sit and whine about yourself?

WHO ARE YOU?

2004-08-02T21:10:00.000+02:00

Do you often hear voices in your head?

Do you really, trully, know yourself? Think about the quiz and answers... this is what it told ME:

unlonelynize II

2004-08-02T04:48:00.000+02:00

pay attention to the last thing
and lay down next to me
forget about all you know
relax now
don't waist your time
i love you
i love to guess your dreams
and i don't get why do you mind
don't worry about it

pay attention to the last thing
and you'll remember for long
drag another smoke
inhale a mood for a trip
and take my hand
i love you
i love to guess your dreams
and i don't get why do you mind
don't worry about it

pay attention to the last thing
and keep me within yourself
i feel like drifting in terraces of conscience
something is splitting inside me
i love you
i love to guess your dreams
and i don't get why do you mind
don't worry about it

SLOVIO - a new language!

2004-07-29T18:56:00.000+02:00

Slavic (Simplified) universal international simplified planned language - SLOVIO.COM seems to be a new thing to think about putting it into your resume, man! I already know I understand a lots of Slavic languages, bt this idea is definitely worth of attention!

Shouts to djesi.ba members!

2004-07-26T22:13:00.000+02:00

Hello-yello, djesi.bachice and djesi.bachi... please sign up into this thread (I mean, into the comments section)

Welcome ;)

How do you like this blog?

2004-07-23T17:57:00.000+02:00

Soooooo, how do you like it, guys? Good idea, bad idea, who cares? If you care, at least that much to leave a comment, click on the link "X comments" and leave a - what - a comment. Also, if any of you have a blogger account leave me your handle, so I can give you a "voice" on my channel :)

;) Peace

unlonelynize

2004-07-23T17:49:00.000+02:00

The Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) has determined that the maximum safe load capacity on my butt is two persons at one time,unless I install handrails or safety straps. As you have arrived sixth in line to ride my ass today, please take a number and wait your turn. Thank you.

Now, come on, it's only a joke. The only way to "unlonelyzation" of the thought is for it to be shared. No difference makes a fall of the tree, deep down in the forest, if there was noone to notice that it has fallen down. In that sense, if there is no echo to the word, it is as good as it was never said.

Flaw of thought digs deep canyon in the Granite Blocks of Stupidness. I yell, carried by the clarity of blueness in the water and skies, my voice echoes and bounces of the cliffs around me. Just sometimes I hear different voices that echo above mine and above the thunder-like sound .... is that a waterfall ahead of me?! But where to? Can I go deeper and am I going to be able to come back?

Anyways, IT IS NICE TO SEE KNOWN NICKNAMES STARTING TO LEAVE COMMENTS HERE. That means lonely thoughts that are collected around here can be heard, they will not be yet another tree falling unnoticed. Yet, the time, and the time only can tell how strong echo will a word have.

Back to the blog!

2004-07-22T22:40:00.000+02:00

So, we are back where we started. It is all about an option, a choice. Pro-choice attitude in life has lead me to start a mutiny on the forum of which I was a part of inventory... After four years, I choose to move on. Let's blog! I got me all the neccesary plugins and gadgets. Ths ain't hard as it seemed!

corner of the lonely thoughts

2004-07-22T08:00:00.000+02:00

aiiiiiiight, it has begun. I always do the same thing - instead of trying to write something for the blog, I am browsing the web in search for addons, templates, pimp-up-my-rides for the blog. Never mind that I don't have a lot to pimp up, the spirit is here! I am not worried, though: even if I leave the blog after several posts - it wouldn't be the first or the last thing I left unfinished; and if, in some case, I get used to it and start to write - writing is a continuous process, and the best of it comes at it's own will, so I am not concerned, I am not even going to give it another thought. Instead, I am gonna go keep browsing blogger's knowledge base, and you, bloggie, wait. I'll be back.

Welcome!

2004-07-20T17:20:00.000+02:00

On a steamy summer day in mid-July of 2004, I've decided to start posting in English. This way my thoughts would be shared with more people AND I'd get to practice my English.... so, let's get the freak on! I gotta get used to it a little bit, but, hey, it's all good. What really matters is that I have a place where I can let a little steam off, again. It's good to be at home, Internet!