The Moose

"The moose is the largest animal of the deer family. It is best known for its large head and antlers.  

Moose are called elk in Europe. Moose live in Canada, Alaska, and the Rocky Mountain region of the United States. They are also found in the northern forests of Europe and Asia. They like to be near rivers, ponds, and lakes."


I ate his heart for dinner.

 

F*ck skimmed milk. I'd rather die fat.

I will find her

I look at her and I want her to be mother of my children, but I haven't even spoken a word with her. Isn't that the maximum of superficiality that you can get? Or is it something else?

Believe me when I say I don't have thoughts about her kind; I have had feelings for her kind during all my years. It was always in me, beyond the control of my consciousness.

I want her, a woman like her. That's what I have always wanted. But I don't know how to communicate with her kind. How to know what she is looking for? Am I good enough? Can I ever be good enough? Can someone like her love someone like me? How can I ask for perfection if I am not perfect? Am I sentenced to eternal want, without an end? If so, why?

I know these questions have been heard before, but I still care to ask them.

Why would all these feelings I have just go to nothing?

I would like to have an answer please.
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Living a life

You build a cage based on your sense of the truth and your sense of the aspects of the character that need to tell the story. If you've done your job right, which I've had varying degrees of success doing at different times in my life, then you're able to function very freely within that cage.

-- Sean Penn

Last semester at Sheridan College

Ok, long time no manual post.
And I see things have changed around here. I will have to get used to this...

[ wait, i need to play some music ]

[ my radio (still looking for namechange options for MOWE, better suiting for pronounciation:
Zero Noel - Mes Yeux Fermes ]

Following announcement is not related with previous song.

Donosim novo Pravilo:

Sranje pesma ili pesma koja smori u toku slushanja mog radija mora da se izbrishe sa hard diska i playliste radija.

Ovo Pravilo nadjachava Pravilo albuma, kolekcije i ostalih hrchkovskih pravila.

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Enforcing a new Rule:

Shitty song or any song that causes smor during listening of my personal radio station must be deleted from the hard drive and the radio's playlist. 
This rule overpowers the Rule of album, collection and other hamster rules.

I am back in Brampton.
Final semester is upon me.
So far, perfect record. Yes, I am saying it loud. Risking to invite the Devil.
Come and give me your best shot, motherfucker !

I have ended 3 trials with RIM fire and did it burn.
Now the final test starts.

White hospital hallway with neon lights glowing in their cold certainty, I am facing a door.
Dark wooden door, reinforced with iron.

Beyond the door is black. Is unknown. Is my next life.

Last semester. Capstone project. Math.
Not to mention Fall and Winter. Snow. Cold and wet.

Ah, Winter in Brampton.
I've got a room with a view on pidgeons cage. Biiig caaage. Landlord is a Pidgeons Master.
But at least I have a window. And a view. That's a change from my usual basementing.

This brought back the flashes of The Tower (my old place in Belgrade).

Room isn't big enough for me and my clothes. And a computer. I will be living out of the suitcase for 4 months at least. Oh, by the way, at this point my life can be contained and transported in 3 cars. I guess that might be one van, but that wasn't checked. 3 cars. Not ideal, but not bad either.

Now, I will have to work out what I'm going to do with 3 car loads worth of life if I am to go somewhere for my Summer Program thingy. One to two months.

And I have to figure out WHERE am I going to be going. And what to do when I get there. Australia is on the list of possible locations, so are Brazil and Argentina.

And I need to calculate if I can afford to spend $400 during Fall right before opening that door and entering into the darkness of the unknown for Ground school at Brampton Airport. It's time to start doing something about those talks of becoming a pilot.

Waiting for my camera lenses to come back from cleaning and then to work on photographer business cards.

I need to work on "works" website. And business cards. Add LinkedIn to the list.


Fishing (highly unlikely this year). Hunters license. Motorcycle license.

PMP cerificate. Maybe even Cisco. I definitelly need to do something about my (vaning) networking knowledge.


And, I need to find a job. A place to live. A girlfriend. No cats this time, Djole is 1 and 0nly for now.

And if all this isn't enough, Manon is calling me. He says that he haz slept long en'uf. He wants to ride again. Hunt. There are places to see and things to do. He wants his share.
And the Boar is hungry...

Manon

Brene Brown: The power of vulnerability | Video on TED.com

Fantastic!

Brene Brown: The power of vulnerability | Video on TED.com

Serbian Ambassadors

These 3 videos say everything that I was trying to express ever since I immigrated to Canada 4 years ago.

Lately, I have been intensively thinking if there was something I can do to help Serbia in any way. I was always the first one to say to those talking about leaving our country for a better life somewhere else that it is easy to pick up and leave, but the true task and quest is to stay and change things in Serbia so that we DO NOT HAVE TO LEAVE.

Ironically, life made it so that I leave too.
Reasons are not important, the fact is that I am here in Canada now. I am finishing college, practicing at the number one Canadian company, I was awarded with a very important scholarship and future looks rather bright. But it's not that simple for me.

Couple of days ago, before I even knew of these videos, I've discussed with my friend Trovach (The Poisoner) all of my ideas about what can be done from "here" to influence life "there". What I've said before while I was back home about fighting to make Serbia a better place I still feel and believe in with all of my body and soul. I really want to do whatever I can to help my country become a better place, if not for me then for all the generations coming after me.

Then I saw these videos and my heart throbbed and my soul cried. But I am happy because I know I am not alone feeling like this and now I have hope that I might be able to find others that do not want to turn their backs to Serbia just because we live here in Canada or anywhere else for that matter, but instead do what's in our power to make things in Serbia better.

I sincerely believe that we can do something, we can make a difference.
I know I will.








Jedna je majka Srbija.

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The Evolution of Batmobile

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Endless Nights

As the Sun is coming down
and the light begins to fade
heavy thoughts, like big old sails
take my ship away

As the night falls down on me
I embrace the silence
through the days long past and gone
yearning burns my soul again

Gently I caress the shadows
steal the breaths from ancient grip
I'm singing to the darkness and
listening to echoes

I look for you
I wait for you
I hope for you
I pray for you

I wish the night will last forever
I feel she's so close, so near
Oh, please God don't let it dawn
I just need a moment more

As the morning light is waking
my soul starts to sink
and as shadows fade away
they take my love with them

Another day I have to live
and walk under the Sun
I hope, one night
I'll meet you in my dreams



Milan
04. April 2011.

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