It’s the end of the world as I know it…

My father opened a blog today. My reaction to this statement: 

And now to better news:

My old blog, the first one, is alive again. Sadly, it is in Serbian, which means you maybe can’t read it. I love that blog so much…

It was my first blog (I know I said that already) and I wrote on it together with my boyfriend. It was going so well, until I realized that I was the only one writing. Hell no! Boy, write your own blog from now on.

Just kidding! I didn’t do that. I just wanted to write in English. Now I regret for ever abandoning that blog. It was the best thing that ever happened to me on internet. Interesting is that it was on blogger.

Chronologically speaking, my first blog was this one, but it hasn’t been active for months.

Another good news is I’m finally going to visit my boyfriend! I have a bus in 3:55 AM and I can’t wait. So, my next post will be from Belgrade. Bye!

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A jerk and his car… (Will you please turn off the music?)

This video is not related to my post. But it is still funny.

So, last night I was sitting outside, doing whatever I do in the evening when I’m outside and I see him again. That jerk in expensive car. Okay, you probably ask why he is a jerk? Is he a jerk because he has expensive car? No. Because he went out and I didn’t? No. It is because that is the 5th time that evening I saw him and his friends passing by my house.

I don’t understand it? Man, if you want to ride in circles, I’ll give you money, go to amusement park and have fun. What is the point in going in circles for hours every night? Lost something? Or are you retarded and don’t have the ability to go straight?

The car is a nice one. It is a convertible, I think, white, has neon lights on wheels and nice speakers (I don’t know how to name these things). It is not registered here, but in Austria. All in all, a really nice car.

The jerk inside I can’t see. Shame, I bet he has one of those “look at me, I am the celebrity here” faces every time he thinks someone is watching him. Some of you will think I am jealous. Yes, I am. I am jealous not because he has money, but because he spends it on b*****it. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t need more money, I just want people to realize that it is really retarded spending money on stupid things.

There is famine in Somalia, you know?

Anyway, let’s get back to that act of driving in circles. Do you people do it? Does it only seem retarded to me because I’m from Serbia? I really try to understand it. Let’s see, every night you drive about 3 hours around town. You have to wait at traffic light and you have to drive less than 20km/h. I don’t know the math, but that seems like lot of fuel. Now, imagine every evening is like this…  Oh, and you have to know that oil prices here in Serbia cost two times more than in America.

I know, you will tell me “that’s his money, what do you care what he does with it,” but I do care, because that same guy goes by my house every time ad that loud techno music shakes my windows and my door…  That is my problem. Oh, and I hate when people make themselves look like jerks. This one deserves it most.

That is my story for today. I had to tell it to someone since it is so bugging me whole day. Thanks for listening.

P.S: Just remind me to edit my “About” page… Thank you!

Change of Heart Part 4

The only thing worse than having no choice is choosing between good and even better.

I got admitted. In both places. While I was expecting only to be accepted to one place, I got into both. I didn’t know what to do, since that wasn’t what I was prepared for. Good thing is, I had time. Not much, but I could think about choices.

Anyway, I had to find pros and cons of both places. I tried, but even then, I couldn’t come to a decision. Some of my friends said that I should go to Novi Sad, because it is a smaller town and not that expensive. Also, education is good there. But in Belgrade education is excellent and there are so many job opportunities. Also, in Belgrade something is always happening. It is much closer to my hometown and much familiar to me, since I’ve been going to visit my boyfriend there for years.

By the evening, I had come to a decision. Belgrade. There is no good reason, except that I was tired of decisions. I threw a coin. The end.

The only thing now left is to convince my parents why in Belgrade. Turns out they wanted me to go to Belgrade in the first place. Drama about parents is solved. Ah, that is the life. I just have to go there tomorrow.

In the end, I was proud of myself. I changed the way of my life, gave up on music, but started chasing new career. of language, culture and customs. First one, I want to learn is English, and then.. Who knows? Maybe I will learn German, or French, even Russian sounds exciting. Hobby will be always Japanese (those guys are awesome). I don’t know if I will be good at it, but one thing I do know – when you are talented in many areas, nothing is difficult.

My best friend always told me that I was just like his older brother. Everything came easy to me. Whatever I tried to do, it was always perfect and good. But I am, just like his brother, damn lazy! Except when it comes to languages. My best friend and me are language freaks. Although I speak only two languages (along with my native), I can easily adjust my mind to another one. Like French the other day.

He was trying to teach me French accent which is really difficult for me (no reason). I was really good at it and he said that maybe I could learn it, when I finish English and German. I can’t wait.

Anyway, from that day, you are not talking to the violin player.  I am not a musician anymore. And I am happy with that.

Oh, and let me rewrite my “About” page.  Sorry about that.

Change of Heart Part 2 (I will skip some parts)

I will skip some days ahead, because they are not that relevant for you and I am to lazy to write every detail about my entrance exam in Novi Sad and everything that happened after that, so, before I write the main event for this story, I will tell you some things that happened meanwhile.

Novi Sad is a beautiful city. Much more than Belgrade and not noisy. Also, it doesn’t have hills (I know it’s not the correct word, but I can’t remember the real one, sorry)

Entrance exam was more difficult than in Belgrade. E.g. here was 6 pages of grammar and literature (which is interesting, since no school teaches English literature. Oh, how lucky I was that I read Orwell and some other books before this exam) and the second part was an interview with professors from the faculty. Good thing is that they gave us more freedom as in going to toilet and leaving when you have finished.

Their paperwork is too complicated.. I thought, at one point, that they would ask me what I had for breakfast.

There was a guy who looked exactly like my boyfriend would look if he were 7 years younger. Bald, tall, skater outfit… Same earrings… Weird..

Wine festival in Novi Sad was awesome. Too bad I can’t remember half of it.

Traveling by train in Serbia is awesome.

Tu cut long story short, day after the exam, I found out I was admitted. Now all I had to do is wait for results from Belgrade.

After that I was afraid. People were telling me that it was very difficult to get admitted into the Belgrade faculty, because many are trying. I was starting to think I will not be in Belgrade and made a plan for living in Novi Sad. I almost got used to that.

While all of this was happening, I have to say, with little sorrow that I didn’t have my parents support. While they agreed to help me with my plan, they weren’t really pleased with the situation. They still think I would be a better musician than linguist. Well, my dear parents, if you knew English language and started reading my blog, you would know how much talented am I really.

Also, for some reason I don’t know, they hate English language. My father said that I should try and learn German, but I didn’t even want to hear about it. Why would I want to trade such a simple language (let’s face it, it’s a lot easier than German or Serbian)?  My mother doesn’t even bother…

That night, with these thoughts on mind, I went to sleep, only to hear good news next morning.

The results from Belgrade are here.

I get lost at the most unusual places

I guess I don’t write that much as I used to, but I’m starting to think posts are getting better (I love to brag and you can’t do anything about it). Anyway, for today I have a special story. It’s about me and my biggest success this month.

One more thing – before I start, I need to tell you something about me.

I have a orientation problem. I can get lost in the most unusual place and I can make a fool out of myself. Really. I once got lost in my hometown which has around 10 000 people. True story.

Now, to tell you this story…

Today is my boyfriends birthday. He’s turning 26 and I came to Belgrade to celebrate birthday with him. I know, that’s sweet, but that is not the story. This is only the cause of the events.

We woke up early to drink together coffee. I was still sleepy, but I wanted to spend some time with him because he was going to classes from 10 to 3 afternoon. Also, I was planning to buy him his birthday present and make him a lovely lunch. Still, it was his big day.

And as he went to school, and I went to… Well, I don’t really know where I was supposed to go. For me Belgrade is huge place and I was here just a couple of times. I don’t know where to go and where to buy a present. Then a very, very good idea came to my mind – I will go to that huge mall and buy him a present.

In the end it was a bad idea. The building was huge (for me) and all the stores looked same. I am not lying. If it weren’t for names, I wouldn’t know if I walked into a cafe, or a boutique. On the top of that, it was my turn to buy groceries (bellow the mall is a huge super market, so that was my next stop).

So, I successfully bought the present (just so you know, I won’t tell what I got him, but I will tell you that he liked it very much). And the only thing on my list was groceries. As soon as I find the entrance to that shop bellow.

So I spent a good half an hour looking for entrance and I finally gave up and asked one of those security guards. Did I mention that I’m shy? I’d rather be dead than talk to someone I don’t know.

Oh, but the adventure wasn’t over still. After purchasing, I had to o one more thing – find an exit. That was the most difficult thing I did today. It’s because I never went shopping here alone and I, just like my father, rely on others to lead me through. Now, I was alone.

Oh, I can’t wait to tell this to my family. I think that this day, when I went to the mall (and hadn’t get lost) and even managed to buy all the stuff I need so I could later cook the best dinner ever (yes, the lunch became the dinner. It’s all my boyfriends fault. He came late, and then we went for a walk before he took off to his Swedish language class) is a big success for me. I don’t have problem with orientation, I just have ADD. Or do I?

I am going to sleep now. Have fun shopping, people.

My arrival 30/365

Today I returned to Nis (Serbia) to continue studying for exam in June. It was very difficult, as the bus driver was a maniac who didn’t miss even one hole on the road.Not to mention that I was carrying as twice as many baggage than when I was going home.

After arriving I was left in front of the Nis fortress. Not good. I am very small and I can’t carry anything that is heavy and my baggage consisted of my violin in wooden coffin (very heavy for it’s dimensions), a bag with my laptop and other electronics, a traveling bag with my clothes (fortunately it had wheels because I couldn’t even pick it up)  and a box with my new remote washing machine.

I new from the beginning that I couldn’t carry all this by myself. That was a fact. But, instead of getting out at bus station to pick a cab, I got out in front of the stupid fortress. My cellphone didn’t work due to low battery so calling a cab wasn’t an option. In that moment my life was screwed.

I was stuck there with no intention of moving in sight. I started panicking and didn’t know what to do, when I heard a male voice behind me:

“May I help you, Miss?”

I turned around and saw a young policeman standing there with cigarette in one hand. It seemed that he too got out on this place and he saw that I was in trouble. At first I was suspicious, but he took my box and asked where I was heading. I told him (very surprised!) that I was going to the downtown (that’s where I live) and he offered to carry the box to the bank which is in my building.

That’s when my curiosity kicked in. I just had to ask why is he doing that, because no one in this damned country ever does that without asking him (pretty please, with sugar on top). Not to mention that I thought he was hitting on me.  But he just smiled and said:

“I am a policeman. I am here to help citizens when they need me.”

It sounded like he was a Goddamn super hero! Anyway, that was a valid response (am I right?) and he did carry my box to the bank. There he thanked me for letting him help in the first place. I was very, very surprised. Believe me, you don’t see that every day here.

Wasn’t that awesome?

P.S:  I don’t have the internet due to not paying my bills (I wasn’t even here to take them), so I don’t know if I will post something tomorrow. Sorry guys, until I see this through, no posting. Be good, stay in warm on this cold weather and read my blog. Cheers!

So much snow...

Snow Wars – Revenge of the Twitter

Finally! Snow in Serbia! Now the winter is complete. For last 3 hours I was walking from my computer to window, so I could watch snowflakes fall. I’ve never seen them fall so beautiful. Slowly and peaceful, they make me think about Holidays. I can’t wait for Christmas and New Year!

On the other hand, my Twitter shows a whole different picture. While I’m so fond of snow, people from cities where snow is falling since Friday, aren’t so happy about it, so they complain on internet.

One particular conversation on Twitter caught my eye. One guy was complaining about the road contractors saying that they do not clean the streets from snow. Trying to calm him down, I mentioned snowball fight. My biggest mistake ever.

Within seconds they made a plan how to attack the “Headquarters of the public utility company”, and planned an ambush. They wanted war! Guess that happens when people don’t have clean streets.

But, not everyone had the same goal. While some wanted to warn them to clean streets properly, others wanted to disable the machines so there would be more snow. Never think about the consequences, just do these things.

Oh the irony…

Anyway, the attack failed before it started due to late time and laziness, but they gave me inspiration to write this post.

Special thanks to Uros, Nikola and Biljana.

Earthquake

Well, everything happens for a reason. Karma and stuff…

Anyway, last night I was getting ready for sleep and tweeting some boring stuff when I heard my neighbours dog barking. It has been barking for an hour, driving us insane. People were knocking on my neighbours door telling him to calm his dog, and I believe that he was trying it, but there was no use.

Then it stopped. Just like that. I figured out that I can sleep now, and started preparing for sweet world of dreams. While I was tweeting “Good night”, I heard my closet shaking. Honestly, didn’t have much time to figure out why, because I heard my windows and doors shaking. Then I got scared.

Looking at my glass of water on table, I realized it was an earthquake. What the hell… There are no earthquakes in this region! After couple of seconds, everything was back to normal. Well, almost everything.

Twitter was full of new information from people who felt it. information came from whole country and even our neighbors were reporting. This was my first earthquake and because of it, I didn’t sleep all night, fearing of another one, stronger.

Anyway this was big earthquake for this area. Well, we didn’t have any for years.

Today I found out that two people were killed in this earthquake in Kraljevo.