| 2006/11/30 |
| slovenia's finest |
Since i'm stupid when it comes to computers i'm unable to share a song with you. however i am giving you the lyrics and i beg you to downlaod it cos it's great.
Laibach America Lyrics
So the Land of the Free
and the Home of the Brave
Are your stars still so bright
Does your banner still waves
Oh, the Land of the Free
and the Home of the Brave
Are you heaven on Earth
or the gloom of the grave
You
The people of the United States
Did you form a perfect union
Establish justice
Ensure tranquility
Secure the blessings of Liberty
to yourselves and your posterity
How blind can you get
for your country
right or wrong
America
The melting pot
So the Land of the Free
and the Home of the Brave
Are your stars still so bright
Does your banner still waves
Oh, the Land of the Free
and the Home of the Brave
Are you heaven on Earth
or the gloom of the grave
We, children
We, children, are born in Sin
We are born in Sin.
That is why we must let
The Light, The light of God
into our hearts, Children
We are all Children of God,
but to the whole we are Sinners
We are Sinners
We must let the Light, let the Love of God
the Eternal Love of God into our hearts
or we will Burn
Burn in Hell
Burn in Eternal Hell
Praise the Lord
and Praise the Holy Spirit
to save us from your
Freedom, Justice, Peace
Accordings? and Illusion
from Arrogance and Pride
from Violence and Confusion
the Great Despair
and Great Depression
Satanic verses
of your superstition
the Land of Plenty...
Your Bill of Rights
the Enterprise
the Free Will
and the Unbroken One
your Self-Esteem
and Self-Desire
your Trust in God
and in Religious Fire
America
The end of Hystory
The end of Time
The end of Family
The end of Crime |
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| 2006/11/28 |
| belly dance |
We gave our souls and minds some rest and then a more secular performance took place.
The dancer entered the room and her shiny red dress spoke to us: “I know how to shake it.” When we finally turned our eyes away from striking red that embraced her thighs we realized her face looked somewhat Asian. Her dance was so beautiful and to me she was a real artist, the dress emphasized her every move: way it changed colors from bright to dark and it seemed like her whole body moved at the same time, she was shaking every inch of it.
To me her dance was an art; it was never even close to erotic. Maybe her dress would stir minds there, but if she danced in Slovenia she would have to take some off to make a similar effect. There was a lot of acting too: she asked women to touch her vibrating belly and when men did so she would slap their hands, she really tried to make us laugh with her humor and smile and her mission was accomplished.
Afterwards I tried to seek for the indecent parts of the dance and I found that there were some indications of her impurity: she was going from one male dance to another and she couldn’t make up her mind which one to dance with, finally she danced with both. Maybe one could conclude that she was easy, slutty and into orgies, though to make this out of the whole story you would really have to go into things too much.
Ok there was some hint of animalism when she kissed a man dressed up as a horse, but it was all hidden in a joke. Maybe they wanted to show us discreetly that this isn’t considered just dancing.
At the end of the day I think belly dancing show was the best thing I experienced in Egypt.Labels: belly, dance, egypt, fun |
| posted by calamity @ 11/28/2006 10:21:00 pm |
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| 2006/11/27 |
| dervish |
After they promised us good food and great time we decided that cruising the Nile at night would be something for us. We sacrificed 30 euro in order to shake our souls.
The music on the boat was just so great for me are real elixir for ears after all that commercial stuff they try to choke us with at home. I was singing along, clapping my hands and smiling I just had an orgasm; I must have looked pretty dorky.
The music started fading into background and a really short guy in a skirt came in and started whirling. Yes it was a dervish dance. But the soon came a really tall, tall, tall guy, maybe the tallest person I have ever seen, he was so tall he nearly hit against the ceiling with his head. His skinny body was dressed in a skirt too. He bent and looked angrily at the short guy, his look said: “Let the professional do the job.” That expression on his face made him look so great, one could say he was gorgeous, yes, he was one of the five men in Egypt I thought looked attractive. (I had some problems here with finding the right adjectives, because I didn’t want to go too much into superlatives).
Anyway he made the little guy leave and then the real show started. Gorgeous whirled and the bright colors of his skirt created a rainbow that traveled amongst the tourists together with his pleasant appearance. Play of colors touched our hearts and his smile made us feel contempt. He kept spinning and spinning and we all became drunk from the pleasant sight and the whirling we witnessed for 30 minutes.Labels: dance, dervish, egypt, men |
| posted by calamity @ 11/27/2006 04:27:00 pm |
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| pyramids |
A lot of people wonder about pyramids and are amazed by their immenseness, to me they’re like a sung out tune. Now that I’ve seen them there are no more than a pile of stone (as they were before), sure they are old, sure it was hard to build them, but I don’t interact with stone I’m no materialist, I went to Egypt to see its soul.
“But the pyramids are so huge, amazing, blah, blah, blah,” one may say. I never was amazed by this fact maybe because due to my shortness I get to be amazed at tall things all the time and this time was no different. One should see me walking indifferent taking the pics so I could show them to people at home who are into that shit.
However we did interact with locals there, interact my ass: it was bargaining competition, and at the end we ought to be happy since we got a “good” price (as if).
I left the pyramids with the same feelings I thought I would no matter how I tried to embrace them, they were just too big.Labels: pyramids, size |
| posted by calamity @ 11/27/2006 03:38:00 pm |
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| how can a person be a movie? |
never mind i love schindler list and i am proud to be one :P
i'm very curious about your results on this test :)Labels: movie, schilndler |
| posted by calamity @ 11/27/2006 10:42:00 am |
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| testing testing |
i'm so happy i keep finding all those online tests, cos the results are so easily posted :P
i wonder how they knew about my dwarf-like size
oh and btw i took 45 questions, so it should be kinda accurate :)
tnx carmen
folks i would be happy to know about your resaultsLabels: test personality dwarf |
| posted by calamity @ 11/27/2006 10:27:00 am |
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| 2006/11/24 |
| they asked me how my love life is so great |
it takes two there's not doubt about it
and a lot of babling
:)
oh i just love to do these tests, tnx still breathing for reminding me how much i love it. |
| posted by calamity @ 11/24/2006 12:12:00 am |
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| 2006/11/20 |
| differences |
How different the world behind the veil really is. How free of judgments and detached from time it seems. Ironic detached from time, but marked with time, with past that feeds this country instead of the granary it once was it became the cradle of history. Detached from judgments we know and full with judgments foreign to us.
We are aliens in our sterile environment (the bus) looking down on them who sleep on their little grass patches in the huge yellow stone wasteland. They may seem poor to us, but they have what matters, they have what we will never have. They may seem unclean to us but their souls are purer than a tear our western world forbids us to shed.
They live out of the things we could die of.
They say there are no what we call Nile horses (hippopotamuses) here, well I saw a few horses and they were swimming the Nile not willingly though, I think. They see this and yet they don’t let small things like that stop them from drinking the water from the mother-river. The smell and taste of carcass can be exorcized with boiling, yet it is another way to drink from the well that gave them life, yet another try not to eat from xenophobes’ hand.
To buy water must be luxury they can hardly afford which is only my guess when I compare the prices to oil: 1,5 liter of water costs 1,30 LE while 1 liter of oil costs around 1 LE I think. It is something we could never imagine: we think how unfair it is we have so much bigger prices of oil, but we never think that one can never drink oil instead of the water; we never think how unfair it is from them to have such low salaries.
We forgot that Drava is still drinkable, all we would have to do is compare it to the Nile.
We are aliens to each other on this small planet, different things kill us, we have different musts and shoulds; we are all human though and differences should be put aside, we should realize that there is one must common to all of us.Labels: cairo, differences, nile |
| posted by calamity @ 11/20/2006 10:18:00 pm |
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| 2006/11/19 |
| stare |
I once talked to a boy who liked to go to the ocean and stare. A lot of jokes followed his statement: I mean men – they al love to stare.
Yet I find myself here, in a strange world for me, doing my own staring, it is that boy's world, world yet to be discovered world hidden by a veil of time. Only excuses restrain me from removing the veil to see the young beautiful bride and kiss her. There is still time and I will make it mine; we will love each other like newlyweds.
I am here behind the green fence of the balcony and I knew it will be my favorite place the minute I walked into the room. I opened the balcony door leaned on a bar-like fence, took a deep breath of smoggy air, exposed my ears to loud repeating sound of honking and treat my nose with a smell of something burning. My common sense woke me up from the ecstasy of all new senses, when I realized I was leaning on a dirty fence. I left my watch tower with sadness, rushed into the bathroom wet some towels and rushed back to my comfort place and wiped it clean, now I can be here without any restrictions.
Beep, beep – left, beep- get out of my way, sounds of old machines, loud music from a car.
A lot of people on the streets even at this time of the day when ghosts get out to frighten them while walking amongst the garbage, cars in a hurry barely avoiding accidents, people waiting to cross, nearly got hit but they walk the road like nothing happened.
Just below me there's a coffee place with fragrant smells of shisha going up. I follow the smoke cloud and above in the building next to me I see clothes drying on a rope there's a TV playing behind the curtained window - what a privacy intrusion.
Beep, beep again.
I start searching for pyramids; they said this hotel has a great view over pyramids. But there are no, they fooled us.
I’m too tired to write although my thoughts are almost raping me, demanding to put them on paper and clear them from my mind in order to get new impressions in. even when the mind is strong it can be prevailed by physical impotence. I fall asleep with a notebook and a pen in my hands.
The sound of beeping welcomes me into a beautiful morning. Wrapped into a bed sheet I open the curtains to a beautiful sunny morning welcoming me from all sides. Sleepy eyes and smog make this place look like in a fairytale and behind the curtain of smog I see them, a present to modern days a reminder to learn from history. I yell as if I was alone in the whole universe: “Gogi, piramide (Gogi, the pyramids!)!”
 Hugged close to each other bound by a common way of looking we stood there and let the universe follow our pace. |
| posted by calamity @ 11/19/2006 05:55:00 pm |
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| 2006/11/18 |
| my first time |
I’m planning to post some of the thoughts and descriptions that were created in Egypt. There were many things I wrote there but I think it would be in order for me to start at the beginning.
It was the first time for me to fly although my blog could deceive you into believing that I float regularly. I must admit I was a bit nervous and I don't think I would ever go on the plane if I knew with which airline we were flying.
We waited for hours at the airport and Ljubljana airport is so small that I know every inch of it by now. Since there were no shops open (it was Sunday) me and Gogi (bf) were sitting in the café the whole time. I was so bored that I read the airport’s publication which I think was a waste of time. When we did all the formalities we were taken to the airplane. I got really nervous when I saw what it said: Egypt air. All sorts of stuff immerged into my head, but mostly I remembered some black humor jokes concerning Egypt air, the jokes were told to me not knowing that I would ever fly with them, they were funny, but now that I was boarding the plane it got horrifying. But nothing bad happened as you see I’m still here to tell the story.
 When our captain stated the welcome talk it was in Arabic at first and then at one point the talk sounded kind of English, and soon one could recognize some English words hidden in an off tune melody, people started laughing and I got scared their laugh will be punished with us crashing. The stewardesses were nice, not veiled as I expected, the food was decent, the music and films were cool. Sometime after the dinner I fell asleep. Don't know who to blame: the pilot for driving nice or my father-in-law for making me consume some sedatives. I woke up when we were over Alexandria and I admired the night view all the way to Cairo airport. After too much time spent at the airport (they said waiting is necessary in Arabic world and that we should get used to the slow rhythm) we headed to our buses. I was looking around curiously like a small child in a candy shop, everything amazed me, I wanted to walk all over the city and get to know it, but I felt tired and strange, I couldn't believe I was really there. When I looked at the foreign sky the moon was as if smiling to us, welcoming us: “come and enjoy.”  And so we did: we went to our hotel and fell asleep. :P Labels: egypt, fear, flying |
| posted by calamity @ 11/18/2006 06:34:00 pm |
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| 2006/11/13 |
| braje |
I once mentioned grape harvest in my blog and I think it would be in order for me to tell you about it. So we have a wine yard with a nice weekend house beside it. We make 1000 liters of wine every year, it's not that it would be cheaper than buying it, but it's for the sake of tradition and the love. The grape harvest is not considered as work, we all love it: I usually attend 4 harvests per year. Would love to go to more but they take place in the same range of time (in two weeks) and all on weekends when people don’t have to go to work.
A day or two before the harvest me and my mother start preparing the food, baking all sorts of pastries, getting the food together, while my dad and my boyfriend go to the weekend house and prepare containers for young wine.
At 9 am on the H day all the relatives and friends come. When they arrive each gets some hard liquor to start a day. Then we have a huge breakfast together, but we don’t eat breakfast food we eat all sorts of sausages, ham, cheese, pickles, salads, pastries.
Then we are off to the wine yard, we go downhill and pick grapes uphill. Whenever our buckets are full we would yell for pütar (that is a guy that carries püta - a big bucket on his shoulders). He takes the grapes to the wine press where they are turned to sweet young wine. When grape pickers come all the way uphill they eat and drink some, chill a little and then back down. Our wine yard is small so we get uphill only twice and then it’s lunch time. 
We eat beef broth with noodles, then wiener schnitzels, chicken, beef, pork, salads with pumpkin oil, potatoes. At the end we get coffee and with the pastry, it the time for women to proudly present our backing skills. I make Swiss rolls, peachy cookies, and some fancy cakes with cool names that would mean nothing to you if I put them down. My mom makes potica (cake consisting of a sheet of pastry spread with a rich filling (nuts and raisins)) and a cake with vanilla pudding, cream and chocolate. My aunts also bring some cool pastries but again it’s meaningless to explain you’d have to be there. And we sit, eat, drink and talk for 3 or 4 hours, then people start leaving. The rest of us wash the dishes that 40 people have left behind (by hands). When finished we take it easy, watch the sunset and wait for the wine to be pressed. When the night comes some friends who couldn’t make it before come and drink with us, my boyfriend prepares chestnut and the clock soon turns to late evening when we - too drunk to drive - fall asleep in uncomfortable bed. Labels: eating, fall, harvest |
| posted by calamity @ 11/13/2006 11:47:00 pm |
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| 2006/11/10 |
| list part 6 |
ok so this is the last one
49.) I’m scared I’m not ambitious enough to get a job in the future
50.) I invest a lot in relationships and I only got that love back once
51.) I can't be rude to annoying people if I know they like me
52.) I love to love people who love me
53.) I hate to hate people who hate me, I hate the fact they hate me
54.) I’m a very honest person, my honesty sometimes hurts people
55.) People fear me although I’m a tiny (155cm) peaceful creature
56.) I love my life; I only wish the world would be a more lovable place
57.) I wish I didn't have so many I’s in this text |
| posted by calamity @ 11/10/2006 04:27:00 pm |
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| 2006/11/09 |
| list part 5 |
i know it seems neverending but trust me i'm nearly done
39.) I like to sing, don't think I’m good at it, I just enjoy it and it relaxes me mostly when I’m driving: windows down, music out loud, and me »singing« as loud as I can.
40.) Love driving fast, too fast.
41.) I hate waiting, I hate lying.
42.) I hate traffic jams, and slow driving.
43.) I live near a busy road and all my cats get overrun.
44.) I love most of the animals; I have some pets but would love to have more.
45.) Would love to have 2 goats, 2 sheep, 5 cats and 3 dogs, a tarantula, a couple of geese and ducks.
46.) We have a small farm, just for our needs and we all do our share of work.
47.) I love to be barefoot, I live in countryside and I practice this everyday at home. When I get home from the faculty and am tired the first thing I do is take off my shoes and it feels like being reborn. I was barefoot even in Cairo, but that’s another story.
48.) I enjoy the snow: making snowmen, snowballs, throwing myself in a pile of snow, wrestling in snow with my BF. |
| posted by calamity @ 11/09/2006 02:54:00 pm |
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| 2006/11/08 |
| list part 4 |
30.) Coffee-and-friends combination, it just rules (I drink white coffee), and now that faculty started I get that on daily bases
31.) I can hardly drink liquids with CO2 (soda?) they burn my throat so much it my eyes get watery
32.) Of all candy I mostly love the ones of a sour taste
33.) I love fruit, especially nectarines, don't eat it a lot though
34.) I love sea food
35.) Don’t like onions, garlic, ketchup, mustard, hamburgers
36. I don’t hesitate to spit out the food if I don’t like it
37.) The smells I like: jasmine, linden tree blooming, woods, mushrooms, grass slowly loosing life and becoming hay, lily of the valley, forest cyclamen, elder, lilac, hyacinth.
38.) I hate the smells of my BF's feet, rotten potatoes and rotten onions; I hate the smell of aftershave, and almost every perfume for men |
| posted by calamity @ 11/08/2006 08:40:00 pm |
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