<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949</id><updated>2012-01-28T03:59:49.868+01:00</updated><category term='Bruno Mars'/><category term='Dvor'/><category term='Vuk Dincic'/><category term='Gorillaz'/><category term='The Hours'/><category term='movies'/><category term='behaviour'/><category term='Dusseldorf'/><category term='Restaurant'/><category term='Apple'/><category term='The Killers'/><category term='Josh Raskin'/><category term='Nightlife'/><category term='Biljana Srbljanovic'/><category term='Computer'/><category term='Pristanište'/><category term='oscars'/><category term='Jelena Karleusa'/><category 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Flowers'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='Pescanik'/><category term='The Submarines'/><category term='Time'/><category term='film'/><category term='European Music Awards'/><category term='Novi Sad'/><category term='Vienna'/><category term='Beograd'/><title type='text'>Searching For The Lighthouse</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-6723388679605136425</id><published>2012-01-26T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:27:15.011+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I met the walrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fede Alvarez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silent Seats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Raskin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panic Attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Chu'/><title type='text'>Talking Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Oscar nominations are out. On February 26 we will find out who made best films in the past year and will be remembered in history as an Academy Award winner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time it is not about the Oscars, it is about films and film makers most of the world never heard of. Some of them were nominated, some of them never will be. Some of them already received awards or they made short movies that got them jobs in Hollywood. They proved that hard work, dedication and passion always pays off.&amp;nbsp; Each of them has a story that deserves to be told.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Internet change the world for the better, nowadays you don't need much to make the world now about you, especially if you are talented. Whatever you do, now, there is a medium to present your work to the world. If you are talented don't waste your talent, because art is important.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find these people very inspiring and they are those I want to look after on the way to achieve my goals. I am sure will certainly see all of them taking the walk of fame in the film industry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are their films:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I MET THE WALRUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVzBjrEwXv0/TyGOPx4K8HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/CjkE0Ex3SEQ/s1600/Josh+Raskin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVzBjrEwXv0/TyGOPx4K8HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/CjkE0Ex3SEQ/s320/Josh+Raskin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director: Josh Raskin&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 1969, a 14-year-old Beatle fanatic named Jerry Levitan snuck into John Lennon's hotel room in Toronto and convinced him to do an interview. 38 years later, Levitan, director Josh Raskin and illustrators James Braithwaite and Alex Kurina have collaborated to create an animated short film using the original interview recording as the soundtrack. A spellbinding vessel for Lennon's boundless wit and timeless message, I Met the Walrus was nominated for the 2008 Academy Award for Animated Short and won the 2009 Emmy for 'New Approaches'.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jmR0V6s3NKk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SILENT BEATS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOWuBMa9mQ0/TyGR_9vk3bI/AAAAAAAAAmI/e-o69Kl9Jpw/s1600/jc.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XOWuBMa9mQ0/TyGR_9vk3bI/AAAAAAAAAmI/e-o69Kl9Jpw/s320/jc.jpeg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director: John M Chu&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;John made this film while he was a student at the USC School of Cinema-Television in 2000. It might seem a bit slow but please watch it till the very end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/76BboyrEl48" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PANIC ATTACK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFVA5Cju71A/TyGVvGrteKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/PrjmKC2aNGQ/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFVA5Cju71A/TyGVvGrteKI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/PrjmKC2aNGQ/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Director: Fede Alvarez&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Fede got his breakthrough with this film he made in 2009. After uploading to YouTube millions of people viewed it and he got an offer to work in Hollywood. Of course he accepted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-dadPWhEhVk" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-6723388679605136425?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/6723388679605136425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=6723388679605136425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6723388679605136425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6723388679605136425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2012/01/talking-movies.html' title='Talking Movies'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sVzBjrEwXv0/TyGOPx4K8HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/CjkE0Ex3SEQ/s72-c/Josh+Raskin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2244605307566080842</id><published>2012-01-21T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T11:37:46.178+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>2011: Year In Review</title><content type='html'>This is how Google saw the year behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SAIEamakLoY?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" href="http://twitter.com/share" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2244605307566080842?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2244605307566080842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2244605307566080842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2244605307566080842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2244605307566080842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-year-in-review.html' title='2011: Year In Review'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SAIEamakLoY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-4433993706139209513</id><published>2012-01-19T17:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:02:35.315+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a story of the last day of 2011.&amp;nbsp; The day itself, as the entire 2011, was dreadful. I was not looking forward to 2012 and I was a bit sad for the end of 2011. Not for the year itself but for not doing everything I wanted to do during the course of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is December 31st, noise my parents make wakes me up. It is 2pm, I am already late for everything but I decide&amp;nbsp; not to leave to bed, yet. Then&amp;nbsp; comes the question: what to wear. I couldn't care less I open my closet and find the first thing that seem suitable and put it on. That's exactly what I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the New Year's Eve I went to a house party organised by a friend of a friend. I went there with Marija and since I didn't know where the party is I had to go to Marija's house first and then we went together to the party. Marija lives in the suburbs of Belgrade, I live in the city centre and the party was also at the suburbs but on the opposite side of Marija's part of the town. I was at Marija's house around 9pm we take a few pictures and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xbiQFxqz9qo/Txg3TF5hE1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZiWW9twVAOU/s1600/DSCF10488888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xbiQFxqz9qo/Txg3TF5hE1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZiWW9twVAOU/s320/DSCF10488888.JPG" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were at the bus stop around 9:20pm, it was freezing cold, we were the only ones there, as time passed and bus didn't show up, more and more people started to arrive. All of a sudden the stop was full of people wanting to celebrate New Year somewhere else, not at the bus stop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is 10:40pm, the stop is packed and not a single bus passed nor taxi nor any kind of a vehicle. In the distance we saw a taxi, and others saw it too, so we all started to run towards it, we get there, we actually had to fight with other people to get in. We made it! Its two of us and two other guys. If you think this is the end of our problems you're wrong! Driver doesn't want to take us to our destination because he says it is too far a way and he can take us only to the city centre. Odd, but we didn't have a choice. I said lets just reach the city centre and will get other cab there and so we did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As taxi takes us to the party we are starting to realise that we will not have enough money to pay for the ride. Marija is calling her friends that are already there to wait for us in front of the building and give us the money to pay for the ride. They were kind enough to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are finally there! It is 11:45pm! Fifteen minutes before the start of 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-4433993706139209513?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/4433993706139209513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=4433993706139209513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4433993706139209513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4433993706139209513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2012/01/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xbiQFxqz9qo/Txg3TF5hE1I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ZiWW9twVAOU/s72-c/DSCF10488888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Belgrade, Serbia</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.802416 20.465601</georss:point><georss:box>44.6221565 20.149744 44.9826755 20.781458</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-5543348791471615365</id><published>2011-12-31T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:55:29.934+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Killers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>I wish you all a truly Happy New Year! Regardless of efforts we all deserve to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and have fun tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in 2012,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dušan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cglLJJ0Czo8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-5543348791471615365?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/5543348791471615365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=5543348791471615365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5543348791471615365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5543348791471615365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cglLJJ0Czo8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-1760025030775463139</id><published>2011-12-27T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:56:09.794+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GPS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><title type='text'>Global Positioning System (The Band)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend of mine, Tijana, has a friend who is in a band, in a hip hop band.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last&amp;nbsp; Wednesday we went to theirs first gig at Plastic Club. To be honest they didn't play the entire night they had a 20minitues session an the rest was the regular r'n'b hip hop music as it usually easy on Wednesday night at Plastic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their exact name is GPS which an acronym made of theirs first names, don't expect me to tell you what their names are because I don't know. I actually now the name of one guy only and naming him and not mentioning others wouldn't be fair. Some more information I can share is that none of them are native Serbians they are all originally from Africa and one of them came here from Nigeria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't generally like hip hop or r'n'b music nor I usually choose to listen to it when I am home alone. Regardless of my music preferences I have to admit that they were great, I would never assume they are beginners . I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of music they make, by their stage performance and overall production. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Music should not be described but listened to, therefore I made a video of their Wednesday performance at Plastic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;GPS - Superstar. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LqxV-fL86G4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-1760025030775463139?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/1760025030775463139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=1760025030775463139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1760025030775463139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1760025030775463139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/12/global-positioning-system-band.html' title='Global Positioning System (The Band)'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LqxV-fL86G4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3116995630669630282</id><published>2011-12-27T01:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T01:50:43.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Srbija'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desperate Housewives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vesele Domacice'/><title type='text'>Deseprate Housewives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These housewives are not desperate at all, no they are jolly like Angelina. No I am not talking about the American TV show nor the Serbian version of it, because there is no such thing, yet. I am talking about Vesele Domaćice, it is a coffee bar in Belgrade I discovered few weeks ago. Too late I'd say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was in November and it was extremely cold I met few of my friends at the Republic Square, (Belgrade's main square) we wanted to go somewhere for a cup of coffee. We got bored with all the bars located in the main street and we wanted to try some new place out. I used FourSquare to see what's new and what it will recommend. The app suggested several spots and we read the reviews and decided to go to Vesele Domacice (Joyful Housewives). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHGg654N_t4/TvkOpzcu54I/AAAAAAAAAj8/w8xONmOizqk/s1600/IMG002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHGg654N_t4/TvkOpzcu54I/AAAAAAAAAj8/w8xONmOizqk/s640/IMG002.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided not to pay attention to the freezing cold weather in Belgrade and to go buy foot from the Republic Square to Cvetni Trg (where the cafe is). We struggled to find it, not Cvetni Trg Vesele Domacice, but eventually we managed. In my opinion it is not easy to find this cafe, it is located in the flat of a building,&amp;nbsp;it will take you some time&amp;nbsp;to find this sign but when you do you just climb the stairs and you are there.&amp;nbsp;I have to iterate that I am not very good in orientation&amp;nbsp;so it might not be so difficult for you to find it as it was for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQGlYfggfvk/TvkRr9VFQ7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/1TGdndrzluk/s1600/IMG003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HQGlYfggfvk/TvkRr9VFQ7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/1TGdndrzluk/s400/IMG003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to describe Vesele Domacice in few words I would say: secluded, private, peaceful and yet never empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised when I saw the menu and concluded that prices are slightly below average, I would expect thing to be more expensive at the bar of this type. I shall not mention what is on offer but I would absolutely recommend to go there on Friday when is the cocktail night so you could have&amp;nbsp;large amount of alcohol for a small amount of&amp;nbsp; money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_rHJOw615I/TvkSPAvqUMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/hxT8_sJA1k0/s1600/IMG004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_rHJOw615I/TvkSPAvqUMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/hxT8_sJA1k0/s400/IMG004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll see you there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vesele Domacice&lt;br /&gt;Njegoseva 7, Belgrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veseledomacice.rs/"&gt;http://www.veseledomacice.rs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-3116995630669630282?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/3116995630669630282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=3116995630669630282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3116995630669630282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3116995630669630282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/12/deseprate-housewives.html' title='Deseprate Housewives'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHGg654N_t4/TvkOpzcu54I/AAAAAAAAAj8/w8xONmOizqk/s72-c/IMG002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-295260874641705706</id><published>2011-12-26T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T01:04:10.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I've Been Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;December is definitely the Friday of the months, hence I became lazy when it come to blogging but on the other hand I had a lot of fun. I had prepared several posts to publish and I plan to publish everything I prepared in this last week of the 2011. Be prepared to read a new post every day until the New Year's Eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; While I was absent from this blog I discovered new places to go out, rediscovered some clubs to go to, visited a radio station, rediscovered my old comic-book&amp;nbsp; hero, found new cartoon alter-ago, discovered some new music to listen to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get ready and let's walk into the New Year in good spirit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mV7mXWXc9xA/Tve5RgDAvtI/AAAAAAAAAjw/dIlKxVKKzKM/s1600/happy-new-year.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-1550866221340714369</id><published>2011-12-19T15:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T01:06:32.743+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florence + The Machine'/><title type='text'>Cosmic</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/KStxqNLR3uE&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/KStxqNLR3uE&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December, being the Friday of the months, makes me too lazy to write a proper post so I am filling my blog with the songs and clips I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-1550866221340714369?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/1550866221340714369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=1550866221340714369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1550866221340714369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google +'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gorillaz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google plus'/><title type='text'>Gorillaz - Stop The Dams</title><content type='html'>This is the music used in this Google Plus &lt;a href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/googl-love-story.html" target="_blank"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEK9lmfE0VE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kEK9lmfE0VE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="&amp;lt;a href=" embed="" height="315" kek9lmfe0ve?="" width="420" www.youtube.com=""&gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p&amp;gt;http://www.youtube.com/embed/kEK9lmfE0VE&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" 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We all blog because we want to and because we love to. Today is the official Pay a Blogger. Day. Although the attached video is not entirely truthful that doesn't mean that you shouldn't donate money for the blog/web content you like, including mine. :) Bloggers do all those stuff shown in the video and later write about them.&amp;nbsp; I doubt that majority of us sits at home and make things up. I like to write about my experiences and about my perception of life and things that make it worth living. As you may have noticed I like to write about trinkets too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For absolute clarification: blogging didn't earn me any money but it brought me a lot of pleasure and connected with various people from all walks of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog exists for about 2 year and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy making it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ApeZoOsfb1g" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div 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Day'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ApeZoOsfb1g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-4910334736061433532</id><published>2011-11-26T04:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T03:12:49.894+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google +'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='G+'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google plus'/><title type='text'>Google + Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/sVf3UaZePC8&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/sVf3UaZePC8&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows how much I like Google Plus, here is another Google video on how to use Google Plus circles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-4910334736061433532?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/4910334736061433532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-1561166498109491815</id><published>2011-11-24T14:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T14:42:35.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><title type='text'>The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxC-aq-gJ2E/Ts5HXpn3QoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4XxE2oueukk/s1600/pobednica.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxC-aq-gJ2E/Ts5HXpn3QoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4XxE2oueukk/s400/pobednica.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sunset&amp;nbsp;in Belgrade, Serbia, looking from the Belgrade Fortress. The photo is taken by Maja Banjac winner of Telenor Serbia photo concours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-1561166498109491815?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/1561166498109491815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=1561166498109491815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1561166498109491815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1561166498109491815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/sun.html' title='The Sun'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxC-aq-gJ2E/Ts5HXpn3QoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4XxE2oueukk/s72-c/pobednica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-5409073425385372813</id><published>2011-11-22T00:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T21:09:45.243+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><title type='text'>A Hopeful Transmission</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jm1Jo28MidA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those of you who follow my blog regularly already now that I am thrilled by the latest Coldplay's album beyond reasonable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the album was released I heard first two singles Paradise and&amp;nbsp; Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall and I liked instantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a side note I have always been a fan of Coldplay but not a die hard fan I have all their previous albums but none of them is as good as Mylo Xyloto. So I downloaded the album from a file sharing site hence I stole it, unzipped in, played it in Windows Media Player and remained astonished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the next couple of days I was listening to it without a break, always on repeat. Every time I'd click a play a 45 minutes of happiness would begin. I simply had to have it, it would be a pity not to own such a masterpiece (on an audio CD).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the music store when I bought the actual CD I felt another, much longer, wave of happiness. When I played it felt like I was listening to it for the first time. Of course the sound quality is much higher when you play the songs from the CD on your home stereo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVW5hOry5AI/Ts1E-O7QOkI/AAAAAAAAAig/Y4iQjNUxU-8/s1600/IMG028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yVW5hOry5AI/Ts1E-O7QOkI/AAAAAAAAAig/Y4iQjNUxU-8/s320/IMG028.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBlUFAJWago/Ts1FHJO-FfI/AAAAAAAAAio/mk5EHIbISZg/s1600/IMG029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pBlUFAJWago/Ts1FHJO-FfI/AAAAAAAAAio/mk5EHIbISZg/s320/IMG029.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0PtQ-EpxniU/Ts1FTzlBoII/AAAAAAAAAiw/9aWlxq3Ck78/s320/IMG031.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are 14 songs on the album with 3 of them being really short instrumentals. The album opens with Mylo Xyloto which is the name of the album there is a lot of xylophone in it hence the album name Mylo Xyloto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a whole, the album is very harmonious and songs&amp;nbsp;perfectly flow. As the band members said the whole album revolves around Paradise and Charlie Brow which were first two songs made for Mylo Xyloto. Both are impeccable, but if my opinion matters I'd say that Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall is much better than Paradise. Obviously it is my favorite song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Listening to Coldplay's latest release you'll embark on a journey of&amp;nbsp; happiness, joy and struggle. Some songs will bring you down while some will lift you up. Even those sad songs like Us Against The World, Up With The Birds&amp;nbsp;or a rebellious&amp;nbsp;Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall offer belief in better tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first time ever they made a duet. For their debut they have decided to recorded with Rihanna for a joyful song named Princess of China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wholeheartedly assert that Mylo Xyloto is an immaculate album because it offers hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-5409073425385372813?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/5409073425385372813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=5409073425385372813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5409073425385372813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5409073425385372813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/hopeful-transmission.html' title='A Hopeful Transmission'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Jm1Jo28MidA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-488555110011315610</id><published>2011-11-19T00:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T14:42:20.239+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><title type='text'>Fog in Belgrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WdVNJ03qOO0/TsbvYrj_ynI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_HKOaMzYWZs/IMG026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WdVNJ03qOO0/TsbvYrj_ynI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_HKOaMzYWZs/s400/IMG026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this picture at midnight while waiting for the green light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; font-size: xx-small; text-align: center;"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-488555110011315610?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/488555110011315610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=488555110011315610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/488555110011315610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/488555110011315610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/took-this-picture-at-midnight-while.html' title='Fog in Belgrade'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WdVNJ03qOO0/TsbvYrj_ynI/AAAAAAAAAg4/_HKOaMzYWZs/s72-c/IMG026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2956450916967441019</id><published>2011-11-17T14:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:28:20.126+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coldplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mylo Xyloto'/><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday I got acquainted with the Mylo Xyloto, it is the latest album by the one of the United Kingdom's best rock bands - Coldplay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was completely blown away! Every song, from the first one to the last one is perfect. All 14 of them on the Mylo Xyloto, spread happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so astonished by how good it is that if I were a teenage girl I would change my Facebook name to Dusan Mylo Xyloto Zivkovic or Dusan Coldplay Zivkovic. Instead I did something way cooler. I made my own Mylo Xyloto artwork.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you want to have personalised Mylo Xyloto artwork you have to go to the Coldplay's website and click on the "Get personalised Mylo Xyloto artwork" then when the new page opens just enter your initials and click submit or more simply just click &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com/mx.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InmpEoWSn7Y/TsUKWO7WQzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/px-1e_6q06o/s1600/DZ+-++Mylo+Xyloto+Style.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InmpEoWSn7Y/TsUKWO7WQzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/px-1e_6q06o/s400/DZ+-++Mylo+Xyloto+Style.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is mine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Google Music launched yesterday and they started their own series of mini-interviews with the musicians, here is what Coldplay has to say about their new music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hIOxvpEL0UY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2956450916967441019?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2956450916967441019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2956450916967441019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2956450916967441019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2956450916967441019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InmpEoWSn7Y/TsUKWO7WQzI/AAAAAAAAAgw/px-1e_6q06o/s72-c/DZ+-++Mylo+Xyloto+Style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3151254165018781183</id><published>2011-11-16T18:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:30:42.093+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strasbourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eurovision Song Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vienna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ivo Andric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pizza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eurovision'/><title type='text'>From the depths of my phone</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures I found on my old HTC Tattoo phone. I have a new one now, it's a LG Optimus 3D. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lots of picture posting this month. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQxr_jwWDa8/TsPvcADw3wI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1g--uH8Z3JA/s1600/25918_338930529396_695604396_3544507_4524256_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQxr_jwWDa8/TsPvcADw3wI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1g--uH8Z3JA/s400/25918_338930529396_695604396_3544507_4524256_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Vienna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsZ7233pNEc/TsPvwnRHcjI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vT0vSug41_8/s1600/IMAG0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsZ7233pNEc/TsPvwnRHcjI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vT0vSug41_8/s400/IMAG0014.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ivo Andric's book in a bookstore in Strasbourg, France&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xGr1axUNHA/TsPv0xraZgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Q1N_4L_lIss/s1600/IMAG0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5xGr1axUNHA/TsPv0xraZgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/Q1N_4L_lIss/s400/IMAG0019.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;No comment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsxWDSC35e8/TsPv4pbIbBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2OQDg_6Ho8s/s1600/IMAG0042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QsxWDSC35e8/TsPv4pbIbBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/2OQDg_6Ho8s/s400/IMAG0042.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pizza&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_U7qWPBVcU/TsPv8kNJV4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/8tRCERjDnaQ/s1600/IMAG0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_U7qWPBVcU/TsPv8kNJV4I/AAAAAAAAAgo/8tRCERjDnaQ/s400/IMAG0043.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where Eurovision Shuttle Buses go to die&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-3151254165018781183?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/3151254165018781183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=3151254165018781183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3151254165018781183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3151254165018781183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/from-depths-of-my-phone.html' title='From the depths of my phone'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQxr_jwWDa8/TsPvcADw3wI/AAAAAAAAAgI/1g--uH8Z3JA/s72-c/25918_338930529396_695604396_3544507_4524256_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3109036834279126777</id><published>2011-11-09T21:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T21:56:50.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Djem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sYZSQSLFIyc/TrrpELJzTAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/P_E7xqOZNuM/IMG010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sYZSQSLFIyc/TrrpELJzTAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/P_E7xqOZNuM/s400/IMG010.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v2.0.1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-3109036834279126777?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/3109036834279126777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=3109036834279126777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3109036834279126777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3109036834279126777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/djem.html' title='Djem'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-sYZSQSLFIyc/TrrpELJzTAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/P_E7xqOZNuM/s72-c/IMG010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-6489819640193339067</id><published>2011-11-07T14:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:24:46.518+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Why I left tumblr?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LMJ6HEoq-I/TrGcP0dDu9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/iZA5eY8UzbM/s1600/tumblr-logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="102" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LMJ6HEoq-I/TrGcP0dDu9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/iZA5eY8UzbM/s400/tumblr-logo.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I decided to start blogging I opened a blog on the only platform I heard of - blogger. That was several years ago, actually 3 years ago in 2008. Me and blogger had ups and downs, I was not always satisfied with its design and user interface, other blogging platforms passed by. None was good enough to attract my attention.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then tumblr arrived. I didn't want to open my account immediately and I was fascinated with the way it looked liked and all the customization options. In the later days I wanted to close my blogger account and switch to tumblr but I didn't to. After some time I couldn't resist it anymore and I surrendered. I joined tumblr - only to being faced with a disappointment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tumblr's design was much better than blogger's and it offered more options to make your blog really personal. On the other hand everything else was much worse. The user interface is very bad, complicated, not intuitive at all and the overall functionality is horrible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mine problem was the inability to do everything at one place. For example if you want to see your visitors statistics you have to use Google Analytics, while on blogger you just need to click "stats" and you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Further on: text editor is missing some basic options like text formatting as for photo uploading feature it is not possible to describe how bad it is, you have to see it for yourself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What are tumblr's advantages? It is much more interactive than bloggers. It is remarkably easy to communicate with the author of the blog or to engage in discussion or simply like a post. There is a reblog option so you can re-post to your blog someone else's post you liked. It works like retweet on Twitter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What blogger is missing to be perfect is exactly that one thing that tumblr has interactivity. Blogger undergo some major changes all of the improved the service significantly, now they have to think of a way how to make it more social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From now on I will not update my tumblr. I am staying on Blogger. It is simply better. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweets&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-6489819640193339067?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/6489819640193339067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=6489819640193339067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6489819640193339067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6489819640193339067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-i-left-tumblr.html' title='Why I left tumblr?'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7LMJ6HEoq-I/TrGcP0dDu9I/AAAAAAAAAe4/iZA5eY8UzbM/s72-c/tumblr-logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3655939054210299759</id><published>2011-11-07T01:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T01:20:50.762+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mtv Awards'/><title type='text'>Coldplay saved the EMA's 2011</title><content type='html'>I will not say anything about this years Mtv European Music Awards held in Belfast, watch it for yourself. There wasn't much to see hence there is not much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Coldplay, they were amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1Kf_6BWcOOg?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" href="http://twitter.com/share" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-3655939054210299759?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/3655939054210299759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=3655939054210299759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3655939054210299759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3655939054210299759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/coldplay-saved-emas-2011.html' title='Coldplay saved the EMA&apos;s 2011'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1Kf_6BWcOOg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-6591254129738906903</id><published>2011-11-02T20:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T02:14:24.361+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Microsoft'/><title type='text'>The Future According to Microsoft</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a6cNdhOKwi0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-6591254129738906903?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/6591254129738906903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=6591254129738906903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6591254129738906903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6591254129738906903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/future-according-to-microsoft.html' title='The Future According to Microsoft'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/a6cNdhOKwi0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-6412952277339955806</id><published>2011-11-02T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:15:06.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keep Calm'/><title type='text'>Keep Calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are some of my favorites Keep Calm posters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlaE29aBD-U/TrFBYD5iqQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KAv9GSo8Jhk/s1600/tumblr_ldm1zqf8cE1qbpky8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlaE29aBD-U/TrFBYD5iqQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KAv9GSo8Jhk/s400/tumblr_ldm1zqf8cE1qbpky8.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_nQ84_4pW0/TrFBhAwnWII/AAAAAAAAAd4/6JVLk5UzfB0/s1600/tumblr_ld6ueiIeQ51qbpky8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_nQ84_4pW0/TrFBhAwnWII/AAAAAAAAAd4/6JVLk5UzfB0/s400/tumblr_ld6ueiIeQ51qbpky8.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yhi0N9Z59vo/TrFBvnMFbhI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/KyRnHXJDy_4/s400/tumblr_lox7c6O6Zk1qbpky8.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-6412952277339955806?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/6412952277339955806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=6412952277339955806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6412952277339955806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6412952277339955806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/11/keep-calm.html' title='Keep Calm'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PlaE29aBD-U/TrFBYD5iqQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KAv9GSo8Jhk/s72-c/tumblr_ldm1zqf8cE1qbpky8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-4655498692809871138</id><published>2011-10-22T13:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T13:48:36.797+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Way To The Unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was yesterday on Friday, I was at home drooling over a new mobile phone I cannot afford. I want LG Optimus 3D, anybody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was doing it, a friend of mine, Milena popped up on Windows Live Messenger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Wanna come to my place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sure. Give me the directions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milena:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; blah, blah, blah, call me when you get off the bus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; OK. See you in a couple of hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She lives very far away from me, in Petlovo brdo it is a suburb of Belgrade, 40 minutes ride from the city centre. In fact she lives very far away from everybody. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left my flat and walked to the bus stop, while I was walking towards it I saw that the bus I need to take is about to leave, so I ran to it and jumped on the slowly moving bus. I wounder how they do it in the films with the speeding vehicle because this wasn't like taking a candy from the baby?. If I didn't&amp;nbsp;do it I would have been forced to wait&amp;nbsp;30 minutes for the next one. I found&amp;nbsp;a free seat and&amp;nbsp;embarked on a journey to the unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the 40 minutes ride to Petlovo brdo the bus was packed with all sorts of people, mainly workers going back home, pushing, yelling, talking, I ignored them all successfully. Milena waited for me at the bus stop and when we came to her place the first thing I needed to do was this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Fbk0haaQI/TqKPNNySFII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ouxT6OMSQbE/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Fbk0haaQI/TqKPNNySFII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ouxT6OMSQbE/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smoking Kills&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Milena's brother Dusan joined us and stayed with us for quite some time. He is a very nice guy, we asked him to stay longer but he had to go out with his friends.&amp;nbsp;Dusan left and&amp;nbsp;we continued to talk, to listen to music, drink white wine and eat pop corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OtYjjT-M7XY/TqKQHKEGjzI/AAAAAAAAAag/iiq9BbxVRaY/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OtYjjT-M7XY/TqKQHKEGjzI/AAAAAAAAAag/iiq9BbxVRaY/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;God is a DJ&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Most of the time we didn't have a conversation I had a monologue all that was Milena doing was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBJEbSJdy7Y/TqKQ0yUeaiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qt6EFHLQqHg/s1600/IMG_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xBJEbSJdy7Y/TqKQ0yUeaiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/qt6EFHLQqHg/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will he ever stop talking?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In my defence I didn't talked all that much, I was just&amp;nbsp;trying to keep the conversation going but alas she was more interested in white wine, Twitter and Facebook. I know who's fault it is, in her defence she is no different than any other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBt9YZ5IBBQ/TqKpJ-QpATI/AAAAAAAAAcM/w_jqKV9QGc8/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBt9YZ5IBBQ/TqKpJ-QpATI/AAAAAAAAAcM/w_jqKV9QGc8/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Real life is a distraction from Twitter&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Never the less I really did have fun yesterday with Milena. It was my first time coming to her house and I am looking forward to the next one. When the next time comes,&amp;nbsp;let me assure you that&amp;nbsp;we will&amp;nbsp;leave some ingredients out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uvpjtKvSbOw/TqKQUFhlomI/AAAAAAAAAaw/3BPLeQp5zXg/s1600/IMG_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uvpjtKvSbOw/TqKQUFhlomI/AAAAAAAAAaw/3BPLeQp5zXg/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-4655498692809871138?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/4655498692809871138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=4655498692809871138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4655498692809871138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4655498692809871138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/10/curiosity-killed-cat.html' title='Long Way To The Unknown'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Fbk0haaQI/TqKPNNySFII/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ouxT6OMSQbE/s72-c/IMG_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-4941051542489790792</id><published>2011-10-18T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:30:19.301+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mtv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selena Gomez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bruno Mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mtv Adria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Gaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='European Music Awards'/><title type='text'>EMA Belfast 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r-X0z39GVS0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just another proof that the end of 2012 is near. It's time for the MTV European Music Awards! One of my favourite music shows. On 6th November 2011 music finest will gather in Belfast, United Kingdom to see who is who in the world of contemporary music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The show will be hosted by Selena Gomez. They could have picked somebody else, really, I can't stand her and her lousy music. Maybe she is a better presenter than artist, we will see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than Selena we should expect performances by Bruno Mars, Lady Gaga. Of course there is no a single show that could go without here taking part in it. There will also be Coldplay, they released a new single called a Princes of Chine (feat. Rihanna)&amp;nbsp; from the upcoming album. Did Rihanna become new Lady Gaga since everybody recorded a duet with here this year? Newcomers LMFAO I suppose they will perform Party Rock Anthem, that was a smashing hit. Snow Patrol an alternative rock band I recently blogged about will too perform from the city hole instead of performing in the arena itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting is still open at the: &lt;a href="http://tv.mtvema.com/"&gt;http://tv.mtvema.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; and this is how I voted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST SONG: Adele Rolling In The Deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST LIVE: Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST POP: Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST NEW: Bruno Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST FEMALE: Adele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST MALE: Bruno Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST HIP HOP: Jay Z &amp;amp; Kanye West&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST ROCK: Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST ALTERNATIVE: 30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;BEST WORLD STAGE: Black Eyed Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;PUSH: Theophilus London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #c27ba0; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;BIGGEST FANS: Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To many of these artist I don't personally listen to at home but given the selection I was offered I had to pick some. On the other hand some of them I really like and I really wish for them to win, such as Coldplay, 30 Seconds To Mars, Theophilus London and Bruno Mars. Hurry up, go vote for your favourite acts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We will now all the results on the November 6th. Don't forget to tune into your local MTV channel. In the mean time here is a reminder to my two favorite European Music Awards performances in the first decade of the 21st century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Killers - Human (EMA 2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jp997UI48_k" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna - Hung Up (EMA 2005) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A7qnTRQ4RBo" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-4941051542489790792?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/4941051542489790792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=4941051542489790792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4941051542489790792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4941051542489790792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/10/ema-belfast-2011.html' title='EMA Belfast 2011'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/r-X0z39GVS0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-668998200958451628</id><published>2011-10-08T14:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:22:59.466+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><title type='text'>A Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5T1ASuWmWYM/TpA8gVExxnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rPNqPigN4hg/s1600/article-2046056-0E3FE3CA00000578-176_634x445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5T1ASuWmWYM/TpA8gVExxnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rPNqPigN4hg/s400/article-2046056-0E3FE3CA00000578-176_634x445.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An apple played a very significant part in the life of Adam and Eve, Sir Isaac Newton and Steve Jobs, it changed their lives, for better or worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the last several years I have been yearning for an Apple product, in particular I always wanted to have a MacBookPro but I still can't afford it. The only Apple product I have is an iPod nano, it is most brilliant music player and I see why it transformed the way people listen to music and hence I can imagine how amazing other Apple products must be. Steve Jobs played a major part in their making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A college dropout rose to fame as an inventor and one of the most successful entrepreneurs of our time. He is a proof that University degree is not so important but education is. As many believe that having a University degree as a guarantee of a successful career, he proved that it is not so. By having it we get some advantage but we still need to learn and constantly educate ourselves. Steve, as a Buddhist did so.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apple Inc. a company he founded with his high school friend Steve Wozniak, in a garage, became the most powerful and most influential company in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Steve Jobs proved to the world that nothing is impossible. He, once again, proved that an individual is capable of changing the world. He proved to us that all our dreams, one day may become a reality if we believe in them and if we are dedicated and disciplined. He was a very difficult and demanding person to work for, but never the less a few people that were lucky enough to work with him confirmed this words, but at the same time pointed out that he was a great mentor, great inspiration and someone from whom they learned a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later on he will be kicked out from Apple as his opinion was very different from the opinion of the board of directors. That didn't stop him. After leaving Apple he founded Pixar a company that revolutionized digital animation and another tech company Next. After he left the company, decline of Apple began. He was invited back, only this time he returned under his own conditions and brought company back to the top and more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He knew what people want before them even knowing they need it. He made the iPhone, a device that changed the history of mobile phones industry, and the product became the object of desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In his address to the Stanford University students he advised them to stay hungry and to stay foolish. We heard this a lot in the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UF8uR6Z6KLc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As Barack Obama said:" He transformed our lives, redefined entire industries and achieved one of the rarest rarest in human history: he changed the way each of us sees the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When it comes to the Steve's influence what fascinates me the most is the fact that we learned about his death on devices he invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xY4VkkRhsgI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script&gt;(function(d, s, id) {  var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];  if (d.getElementById(id)) {return;}  js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id;  js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;xfbml=1";  fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs);}(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="fb-like" data-href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/10/fruit.html" data-send="true" data-width="450" data-show-faces="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-668998200958451628?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/668998200958451628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=668998200958451628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/668998200958451628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/668998200958451628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/10/fruit.html' title='A Fruit'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5T1ASuWmWYM/TpA8gVExxnI/AAAAAAAAAXw/rPNqPigN4hg/s72-c/article-2046056-0E3FE3CA00000578-176_634x445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-4271796063008458395</id><published>2011-10-01T21:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:52:33.173+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Srbija'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human Rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LGBT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amnesty International'/><title type='text'>It's Not About Fags, It's About Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8PlXbXT98ag" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is not about LGBT rights, it is about human rights and it is not about your personal preference it is about the rule of law.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All those living in the parts of a civilized world have a&amp;nbsp; right to peaceful assembly and association. The right&amp;nbsp; guaranteed both by the United Nations and the constitutions of the member states. Serbia is not an exempt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Taken from the Universal Declaration of Human Rights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;Everyone has the right to freedom of peaceful assembly and association.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img height="1" src="http://www.un.org/cyberschoolbus/images/blank.gif" vspace="4" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: #cccccc;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;No one may be compelled to belong to an association.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Plain language version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #cccccc; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You have the right to organize peaceful meetings or to take part in meetings in a peaceful way. It is wrong to force someone to belong to a group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As a United Nations member state Serbia has to respect the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, furthermore our constitution explicitly says that we have a right to freedom of peaceful assembly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;This Friday, the Government of the Republic of Serbia has, once again utterly failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. The Government banned Belgrade Pride Parade due to security threats from extremist right-wing groups. Who had reportedly threatened violence and arson throughout the city if the event went ahead. The State of Serbia surrendered to extremists and hooligans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't expect extremist groups to understand human rights, free speech and to understand someone who thinks differently. That's why we have a state. One of the main purposes of the modern state is to protect us from the attacks of&amp;nbsp; the others and to keep us free from internal and external enemies. Read the&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_contract"&gt; social contract theory&lt;/a&gt;. Our freedom is limited by the freedom of others, we should respect theirs and they should respect ours, regardless of what we think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Government failed to protect a group of its citizens from the hooligans who wanted to prevent them from exercising their right, because they don't like it, and the hooligans unfortunately succeeded.&amp;nbsp; By doing so the government showed that it is not capable of&amp;nbsp; leading the country and keeping it safe and secure. It admitted that it cannot defend its citizens and that there is other force in this country stronger from the state itself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cuuWo_yYYaw/TodcxOWCLVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HuIOA5aXkrc/s1600/HumanRightsLogo_CO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cuuWo_yYYaw/TodcxOWCLVI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HuIOA5aXkrc/s320/HumanRightsLogo_CO.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;For evil to triumph it is enough only that good men do nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some say they are not against the parade but they are glad it was canceled because they don't want to see violence on Belgrade's street. I don't want to see the violence, too. Pride parade goers wouldn't make any damage, they just want to make their voice heard, whatever we think about it they have the right to do it. It would be the far-right groups who would make the damage to property and who would clash with Pride attendees and police, they announced it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Banning a gathering because it will provoke others to violent acts is just wrong. This way the victim bears the guilt for the actions of the oppressor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Those who threat with violence should be arrested and punished, or if they are not, is it implying that there is a greater force than a state? Imagine if the street liturgy would be banned because atheists do not like it and they are threatening to cause violence on the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This has become a pattern in the political behaviour in Serbia. People are apparently willing to accept a blackmail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There will always be someone who doesn't agree with you and in worst case wishes to destroy you,&amp;nbsp; thus there is a state (and good people) to protect you and your guaranteed rights. Remember, today they are against homosexuals tomorrow they could be against YOU! It already happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-4271796063008458395?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/4271796063008458395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=4271796063008458395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4271796063008458395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4271796063008458395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-not-about-fags-its-about-us.html' title='It&apos;s Not About Fags, It&apos;s About Us'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8PlXbXT98ag/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-7879021483132118554</id><published>2011-09-28T18:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T02:37:28.315+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NGO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volunteer'/><title type='text'>Move Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was April, I don't remember the exact day. I was sitting in the University library checking my Facebook, of course. Between interesting stuff, not so interesting stuff and people I decided to hide I found a call for volunteers, published by Serbia on the move, in their PR Team. Since I didn't have a job at the time I sent my volunteer application. I applied because we had common values that we shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon after they invited me for an interview. I went to the address given to me, but I couldn't find the exact street number, not the mention the offices of the Serbia on the move. There was a mini market in the same street where the NGO was located. I went in and asked them if they now where are the offices of the NGO I was trying to find. The shop staff didn't have an idea, but the man who was drinking beer in front of the store&amp;nbsp; gave me exact direction. He was obviously drunk, non the less he helped me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;I had the jitters from the moment I left my home. I hardly climbed the stars due to them and due to my weight. There are a lot of people in the office waiting for their turn to be interviewed, I notice they have jitters too. I am quiet, if they ask me something I respond only with yes or not. Uncomfortable silence was interrupted by Maša Mišić who asked us to come in. Maša i Nikola lead the NGO'sPR Team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was my group turn. Group interview. I didn't like it at all.&amp;nbsp; Atmosphere was relaxed by Maša and Nikola who mocked themselves, I found their jokes funny but couldn't laugh due to jitters. Yes I often have jitters. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;All "stressful" situations have passed, teams were formed and we started working.&amp;nbsp;I was very satisfied with my team.&amp;nbsp;It was made of young, perspective, enthusiastic, ready to contribute to the idea we all believed in. We worked on a project "I don't take bribe I work for salary"&amp;nbsp;which I renamed to "I don't work for salary I take bribe", again due to the jitters, I haven't heard myself I&amp;nbsp;only noticed&amp;nbsp;that people were laughing.&amp;nbsp;Project tackled corruption in the Serbian public health sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;I sill have a very vivid memory of the first team leader's training. Before the training I everything was very blur&amp;nbsp;to me, afterwords it all became crystal clear.We were sitting at a round table, Vidan, Goca, Milena my assistant (yes I had an assistant :) ) and I.&amp;nbsp;Pedja and Momir are speaking,&amp;nbsp;some&amp;nbsp; of us are writing, some writing&amp;nbsp;even more, I'm nodding. I'd write some more lines but I&amp;nbsp;decided to censure myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Serbia on the move (Srbija u pokretu) is a non-governmental organization that operates in 5 different cities in Serbia with it's headquarters in Belgrade. The time I spent in the organization was somewhat short but very fruitful. I learned a lot through the seminars I attended organized by them. Many of them regarded media and public relations. So I can say that my volunteering there was awarded, not to say paid, with knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;I met a whole bunch of interesting and unique people in every way possible, from freaks to geniuses. My favourite parts were the Ignite nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div lang="" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Volunteer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script&gt;(function(d, s, id) {  var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];  if (d.getElementById(id)) {return;}  js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id;  js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;xfbml=1";  fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs);}(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fb-like" data-href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/move-yourself.html" data-send="true" data-show-faces="true" data-width="450"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-7879021483132118554?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/7879021483132118554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=7879021483132118554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7879021483132118554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7879021483132118554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/move-yourself.html' title='Move Yourself'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-5171360252307476883</id><published>2011-09-27T05:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T14:13:19.273+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google plus'/><title type='text'>Sooner or later you'll end up using it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hC_M6PzXS9g?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" href="http://twitter.com/share" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-5171360252307476883?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/5171360252307476883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=5171360252307476883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5171360252307476883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5171360252307476883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/sooner-or-later-youll-end-up-using-it.html' title='Sooner or later you&apos;ll end up using it.'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hC_M6PzXS9g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2088854837482848970</id><published>2011-09-24T00:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T00:08:54.402+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Noisettes - Never Forget You</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FHU9MasmZ_I?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" width="459"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2088854837482848970?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2088854837482848970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2088854837482848970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2088854837482848970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2088854837482848970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/noisettes-never-forget-you.html' title='The Noisettes - Never Forget You'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FHU9MasmZ_I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-6225893255639096589</id><published>2011-09-18T08:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T08:01:24.135+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-45U8RYhOH0" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-qlXMA0v-WA" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tasteless! You were rude and your video is not funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When someone gives you flowers you say thank you and that's it. You don't criticise the gift or mock the person who gave it to you. And above all if you are a public figure, and Madonna by all means is, you always check if your microphone is turned of before saying anything bad about someone or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to admit at first I thought this video was funny but then I realise if somebody else was in it he or she would be crucified for being so cruel to a fan. You actually did make someone feel sad. No body is perfect so there is no need for you to be a bitch. It is just a bouquet of hydrangeas. But you are a BITCH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still like your music and I'll most certainly go to your concert if you decide to come to Serbia again, only this time I'll throw a &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;bouquet of hydrangeas on the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Good thing of this all is that I finally learned how to spell hydrangeas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V0z2oz6FWE8" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-6225893255639096589?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/6225893255639096589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=6225893255639096589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6225893255639096589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6225893255639096589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-45U8RYhOH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-1146111532070379081</id><published>2011-09-16T23:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T16:55:36.403+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgina Woolf'/><title type='text'>Back To Black</title><content type='html'>“Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did  it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this must go  on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to  believe that death ended absolutely?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Woolf,                  Mrs. Dalloway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TJAfLE39ZZ8?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" href="http://twitter.com/share" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script&gt;(function(d, s, id) {  var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];  if (d.getElementById(id)) {return;}  js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id;  js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;xfbml=1";  fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs);}(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fb-like" data-href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-black.html" data-send="true" data-show-faces="true" data-width="450"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-1146111532070379081?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/1146111532070379081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=1146111532070379081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1146111532070379081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1146111532070379081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-black.html' title='Back To Black'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TJAfLE39ZZ8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2413047868906634695</id><published>2011-09-15T23:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T23:56:12.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Met Masa Misic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I always consideredFoursquare check in pointless, not in general but in my case. Most ofmy friends are not on it. I was using it because I like collectingpoints and becoming a mayor of places. I never met with anyone (ofthe people I know in my personal life) over Foursquare. Not untilnow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I was sitting in GrandPleasure in Vasina street having espresso with soy milk. I usedFoursquare to check in and I shared it on Twitter. Few seconds laterMasa asked me if I am available for coffee. I said yes and she wasthere at 5pm. If it wasn't for these two social networks who knowshow much time would have passed before we would be able to sync ourschedules and meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Masa and I have workedtogether while volunteered at Serbia on the move. Serbia on the move(Srbija u pokretu) is a non-governmental organization that operates in5 different cities in Serbia with it's headquarters in Belgrade. Thetime I spent in the organization was somewhat short but veryfruitful. I learned a lot through the seminars I attended organizedby them. Many of them regarded media and public relations, I met awhole bunch of interesting and unique people in every way possible,from freaks to geniuses. My favourite parts were the Ignite nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We sat there for about anhour and we caught up but we also agreed on some new blogging opportunities. Wait and you'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script&gt;(function(d, s, id) {  var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0];  if (d.getElementById(id)) {return;}  js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id;  js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;xfbml=1";  fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs);}(document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk'));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fb-like" data-href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-i-met-masa-misic.html" data-send="true" data-show-faces="true" data-width="450"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2413047868906634695?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2413047868906634695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2413047868906634695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2413047868906634695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2413047868906634695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-i-met-masa-misic.html' title='How I Met Masa Misic'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-8227493033570742521</id><published>2011-09-05T05:07:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T05:09:14.250+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzika'/><title type='text'>Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwQHKtylKmc/TmQ1I_FHIJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hy2YzI4YYwg/s1600/snowpatrol.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwQHKtylKmc/TmQ1I_FHIJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hy2YzI4YYwg/s640/snowpatrol.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;#theawkwardmoment when you discover a new band and then realize that they exist since 1994. &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/snowpatrolband"&gt;@snowpatrolband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let me explain how I discovered Snow Patrol. A friend of mine posted this on Google Plus. It is an advertisment for Dorina Nowill Foundation for the Blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3YQKLlQPn2Q" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the song in the ad but I didn't know what song it was so I used &lt;a href="http://www.shazam.com/"&gt;Shazam&lt;/a&gt; to discover it. It was Open Your Eyes by the &lt;a href="http://www.snowpatrol.com/"&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/a&gt;. I heard of Snow Patrol before but I thought they were relatively new band. So I went on their website and I was a bit shocked to discover that they are performing since 1994. I was 7 years old in 1994. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked their discography and downloaded their last album A Hundred Million Suns. Here is my review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rsKQi0v-miA/TmQ4MZCr9uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Q-4s8uxkEcU/s1600/snow_patrol_hundred_million_suns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rsKQi0v-miA/TmQ4MZCr9uI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Q-4s8uxkEcU/s320/snow_patrol_hundred_million_suns.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is alternative rock so there is no surprise I liked it. On a side note they are not as good as The Killers but the album is pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;A Hundred Million Suns features 11 songs. My favourites are If There Is A Rocket Tie Me To It, Crack The Shutters, The Planets Bend Between Us, Disaster Button and The Lightning Strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intro to the album is very energetic especially the first two songs then it becomes slower and slower and then boring, so I usually skip songs from 4 to 7, sometimes I listen to the track number 5 (The Golden Floor). I wont mention the names of the songs I don't like. As I said The Lightning Strike is a very good song and it is 16 minutes long, so pay attention while listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are new to the Snow Patrol like I was, other then A Hundred Million Suns album, you have to listen to Chasing Cars, Open Your Eyes and Run Songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:like font="" href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/snow-patrol.html" send="true" show_faces="true" width="450"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-8227493033570742521?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/8227493033570742521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=8227493033570742521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8227493033570742521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8227493033570742521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/snow-patrol.html' title='Snow Patrol'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EwQHKtylKmc/TmQ1I_FHIJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hy2YzI4YYwg/s72-c/snowpatrol.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-5748520986641748180</id><published>2011-09-03T04:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T05:00:51.412+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><title type='text'>Sunday - Funday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;For real! I'm not sarcastic. This was avery rear occasion that I had fun on Sunday. I went wardrobeshopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a satisfying number of places togo wardrobe shopping in Belgrade, sometimes I can't find anything Ilike and most of the time the stuff I like I can't afford. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was discussing this matter with afriend and she said that there is a place in Belgrade where you  canbuy clothes for 200 dinars (2 euros).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Where? - I asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;At Kalenic market. - she said – It isall second hand and you have to dig through the piles to findsomething you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. But what do you mean by “you havedo dig through the piles”? - I was confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;They put all the clothes they have onthere mini-stands, you dig through it, find something you like, askhow much, pay and go. But you have to be careful because there areusually some food marks on it, so pay attention, but it's 200dinars so who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;I agree. But that's worse then secondhand – I added and she agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vj7IYN7WNU/TmGNOr4qEtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PxgJljIZD2s/s1600/28082011249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vj7IYN7WNU/TmGNOr4qEtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PxgJljIZD2s/s320/28082011249.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piles of clothes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalenic market looks like a combinationof green market and flea market at least to me. We agreed to meet onSunday at 11:30 on Slavija square to go from there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;The market had a &lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;characteristic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; smell like every green market in Belgrade has. With the people rushing and pushing with bags, sellers shouting etc. We knew what we wanted so we went straight away to the section with clothes. I hear the sellers shouting "Ajmo, stotka, stotka ovde, ajmo!" (everything for a hundred, roughly translated). After some digging through the piles of clothes I found a polo shirt I actually liked and wanted to buy it. The price was 50 dinars (0.50euros) and the shirt had a stain. That was not a problem I'll wash it, it is only 50 dinars - I thought. Then I noticed it is full of stains and decided not to buy it, I put it back saying&amp;nbsp; something that is not translatable into English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfs_Uj28mrU/TmGNsofLh8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/1IV9RVChMBc/s1600/28082011248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pfs_Uj28mrU/TmGNsofLh8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/1IV9RVChMBc/s320/28082011248.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That happened here&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;We moved on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2q4heHHH0o/TmGPoPWd3AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/M6m0RZqMLGw/s1600/28082011250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--2q4heHHH0o/TmGPoPWd3AI/AAAAAAAAAO8/M6m0RZqMLGw/s320/28082011250.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Later we stumbled upon nice U.S. Army jacket. I didn't buy it because it was too expensive. It was 300 dinars (3 euros)! :) See how you perception on what is expensive and what is cheap depends on the price of the other goods. Lets be realistic 300 dinars is nothing but in a place like this you can buy 6 T-shirts for that amount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;The best way do describe this shopping adventure is interesting, entertaining, shocking. The only thing I bought was a pack of Jacobs coffee, but I'll go again and I'll try to find some clothes. Some people told me that you have to be regular there in order to find something truly good.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to become a regular there, I'm gonna check it out every once in a while - maybe I get lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. A blast from the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MLCZjeo7QA/TmGPsg9BELI/AAAAAAAAAPA/utbG7tVgiaM/s1600/28082011251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3MLCZjeo7QA/TmGPsg9BELI/AAAAAAAAAPA/utbG7tVgiaM/s320/28082011251.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Socialist Party of Serbia &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:like font="" href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-funday.html" send="true" show_faces="true" width="450"&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-5748520986641748180?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/5748520986641748180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=5748520986641748180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5748520986641748180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5748520986641748180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/09/sunday-funday.html' title='Sunday - Funday!'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vj7IYN7WNU/TmGNOr4qEtI/AAAAAAAAAO0/PxgJljIZD2s/s72-c/28082011249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Belgrade, Serbia</georss:featurename><georss:point>44.802416 20.465601</georss:point><georss:box>44.6221565 20.149744 44.9826755 20.781458</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-7591989742280351958</id><published>2011-08-31T05:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T05:58:33.171+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><title type='text'>Summer time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just the tittle of this post suggests something fun, unfortunately this summer wasn't as exciting as I expected it to be. I didn't go anywhere and I didn't do anything special. I had a lot to study and I still have a lot to study so nothing extraordinary planned for September too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In July and August I spent lot of times with friends drinking beers, wines and coffees in Belgrade's bars and restaurants. I already blogged about my favourite places in Belgrade, so if you dig through the blog you'll&amp;nbsp; discover them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of my free time I spent at Ada and Supermarket. The revelation of this summer is soy milk, actually coffee with soy milk. I'm hooked. There aren't lot of place in Belgrade that serve coffee with soy milk so if you want to try it you should go to Grand Pleasure in Vasina and Knez Mihajova street or in Supermarket in Visnjiceva street. For absolute clarification Supermarket is a bar not a shop. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some pictures of me taken by Milena Maravic (&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/milenaiti"&gt;@milenaiti&lt;/a&gt;) during our coffee breaks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. I do have other T-shirts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk9-MbQu8Cc/Tl2w17DyCgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sA8Yl3oYLkU/s1600/DSCI0915.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk9-MbQu8Cc/Tl2w17DyCgI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sA8Yl3oYLkU/s320/DSCI0915.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_HsfgBiDLw/Tl2w3sYE20I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Vw26XZBPAnQ/s1600/DSCI0917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_HsfgBiDLw/Tl2w3sYE20I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Vw26XZBPAnQ/s320/DSCI0917.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6nBTHGuKlI/Tl2w5HtTisI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Zh4ko5AqVOA/s1600/supermarket.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" href="http://twitter.com/share" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2577943494512853980?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2577943494512853980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2577943494512853980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2577943494512853980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2577943494512853980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/08/submarines-you-me-and-bourgeoisie.html' title='The Submarines - You, Me, and the Bourgeoisie [Official Music Video]'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bYvt0boSRXQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-4606208030092503931</id><published>2011-08-20T19:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:14:54.252+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google plus'/><title type='text'>Sharing Like In Real Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sMAKw8myMLg/Tk_XJf85E_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/OcWY-AQyJSs/s1600/google-plus-logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sMAKw8myMLg/Tk_XJf85E_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/OcWY-AQyJSs/s320/google-plus-logo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Google Plus or G+ is the newest addition to the pool of the social networking websites and in my opinion the best one by far. I love it because it is simple to use, it has simple and intuitive privacy settings and you can share all the information with the persons you want. There is no need to censor yourself and to be afraid who can see what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xwnJ5Bl4kLI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CIRCLES &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BeMZP-oyOII" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google + main feature is "Circles"" there you can put people in different circles and decide who can see what. I made several circles one of the is called "Friends" I put my real friends in in. Those to whom I can tell everything so I can share all information with them. Sometimes when I want to say something rude or inappropriate or share a picture that is not for a wider audience I just do it and then click share with friends only. This is the main reason why I love Google plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ocPeAdpe_A8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SPARKS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MRkAdTflltc" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks lets you explore your interest and it filters all the relevant information about them. In my sparks I follow: Olympic Games, London, Android (the mobile operating system), Virgina Woolf and Ernest Hemingway. This way I get a lot of new information about these topics without the need to search for them on line. Also I don't know many people to talk about this with so now I have a group of people that shares the same interest as me and we occasionally discuss them on line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HANGOUTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tku1vJeuzH4" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tried it! Most of mine friends do not own a web camera. I guess it is fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HUDDLE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iA22daAstNg" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To my surprise there is no Inbox on the Google plus. At first that there is no way to send private messages and I consider it to be the major minus. Later I discovered that &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THERE IS A WAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to send private messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the status box you write your message than you select to whom you want to "send it", you can chose to be visible to an entire circle or select a specific person you want to see it/ get it. You do that by typing + in front of the person's name, then you write your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INSTANT UPLOAD AND PHOTO SHARING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6y_xKVSRAy8" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing every is that in the settings you can chose who can tag you on a photo. So no more random tagging on stupid photos or those "buy this and to that" photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vnv1Mbj1jKw" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the reasons why I love Google Plus and why I think it is the best thing in the contemporary social networking. I don't want to compare it to any other social network but I'm going to be more present here than anywhere else. If you want to stay in touch find me on Google +. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets have fun! Join in &lt;a href="http://plus.google.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-4606208030092503931?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/4606208030092503931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=4606208030092503931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4606208030092503931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4606208030092503931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/08/sharing-like-in-real-life.html' title='Sharing Like In Real Life'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sMAKw8myMLg/Tk_XJf85E_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/OcWY-AQyJSs/s72-c/google-plus-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-4781356799764435274</id><published>2011-08-08T23:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:32:19.548+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolucija</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ivan mi je mejlom poslao tekst koji mi se izuzetno dopao i dozvolio mi je da ga objavim na blogu. Hvala, Ivane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Autor teksta: Ivan Jurašin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;                                                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;EVOLUCIJA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nisu svi ljudi postali od majmuna. Ni slučajno. Većina jeste, i to direktno. Odmah se vidi. Imaju okruglo lice, okrugle braon oči, malo jače obrve, isturenu donju vilicu, jake zube. Nekima se tačno vidi od koje vrste majmuna potiču. Na primer ima ljudi koji liče na pavijana, na orangutana, takvih je najviše, na gorile, pa na one male majmune ne znam ni kako se zovu. Postoje dve teorije o nastanku ljudske vrste. Starija, kreacionistička je totalno neubedljiva. Ona mlađa, Darvinova, ima logike, ali nema naučnih dokaza. Mada, i kad nađu kariku koja nedostaje mene neće ubediti. Siguran sam da je tačna teorija po kojoj svi ljudi vode poreklo od raznih životinja. One su se tokom evolucije, tj neki ogranci njihovi, izmetnule u ljude.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Juče izlazim sa posla da popušim ispred zgrade jer u zgradi ne smem. Nosim kafu u plastičnoj čaši. Na samom izlazu neko me otpozadi malo gurne i prođe. Vidim, mali čovek, pomislim, ti mali se uvek guraju, tako valjda nešto poručuju, da su tu i oni, da postoje i da ako su mali nisu nevažni. I sednem na stepenice i pušim i pijem kafu kad on prolazi, vraća se od tamo gde je bio i lepo vidim majmunsko telo, nizak, srednje građe, malo povijen, a dupe ogromno iza njega, kao da mu ne pripada, kao da mu ga je neko prilepio. A nije, nego taj vodi poreklo od te neke vrste majmuna koji imaju veliko dupe. I tako i hoda, prvo ide on pa onda dupe za njim. Ovi što liče na orangutane mogu čak da budu i lepi ili simpatični. Jedino, nikad nisam video da doktorat brani neko ko liči na orangutana. To ne znači da nema i takvih ali nisam ja bio baš na svim odbranama doktorata. Ima ih među predsednicima država dosta. Onda na primer ima ljudi koji vode poreklo od lisice. Izduženih lica, tankih, stisnutih usana, brade malo isturene napred ali malo, sitne očice i to neke sivkastobraonkaste, čudne. I kreću se kao lisica, to ćeš primetiti ako malo obratiš pažnju. Većina tih koji vode poreklo od lisice imaju čak i kosu takve boje kao lisica krzno, nešto između crvene i braon i narandzaste. Ima i belih lisica ali ne mogu toliko da se zadržavam na boji. I ti će te zajebu kad ’oćeš, to im je prirodni refleks koga često nisu ni svesni. Hiljadu posto sam siguran da Spomenka vodi poreklo od lisice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Onda ljudi koji vode poreklo od sove. Znam nekoliko takvih. Na primer koleginica koja isto radi sa nama, ima lice sove. Krupne, buljave oči, usta stisnuta, skupljena, baš ko sova, ili barem one sove koje sam ja viđao. Na žalost, osim izgleda ništa drugo nije nasledila od sove, mudrost ne primer. Ako je sove uopšte mudra. Je li to iko dokazao?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pa onda ljudi koji su nastali od gavrana. Imaju zift crnu kosu, dugu i masnu, baš kako gavran ima perje. Imaju izdužen nos, kukast i izdužen, isto tanka usta, kad progovore ma ko gavran da je progovorio. Svinja se isto tokom evolucije jednim ogrankom izdvojila evoluirala u ljude, ali je zadržala dosta od svojih psihofizičkih osobina. Pa pogledajte oko sebe. Ljudi debeli, tromi, sitne plave okice, prave svinjske, usta, a bogami i jedu kao svinje, nije to tek tako, ta njihova proždrljivost, to im je ostalo do predaka svinja.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sledeća grupa ljudi su oni koji vode poreklo od vuka. Isto kao i u prethodnim slučajevima, imaju vučija lica, upale, preteće oči, iskežene zube, plahi, verovatno su i isto toliko opasni ako se osete ugroženima. Veverice. Njih isto ima podosta. Sitna lišca, sitne okice, mile, tople blage, braon kosu imaju uvek, sitne ručice i stalno nešto njima prebiru. Osobina koja im je ostala od predaka veverica. Rep im se izgubio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Poveću grupu predstavljaju oni koji potiču od ribe. Tu se donekle slažem sa Darvinom jer on tvrdi da ti majmuni od kojih mi navodno vodimo poreklo ustvari potiču od ribe pa preko krokodila ili nekih drugih reptila ili tako nešto. U svakom slučaju, ovi što vode poreklo od ribe, njih odaje izraz lica. Tupo zure, poluotvorenih usta, šta god im pričaš tupo te gledaju i hvataju vazduh. I ništa te ne razumeju. Nije ni čudo. Ribe sigurno ne spadaju u inteligentnu vrstu, mada tu možemo da se sporimo imaju li životinje uopšte inteligenciju. Kod ljudi riba se tokom evolucije, hvala Bogu, izgubila ljigavost tako da umeju da budu i prijatni sagovornici. Tj mogu da imaju prijatno lice dok slušaju. Sami retko šta kažu. Mrmot. Pogledajte koliko mrmota vidite oko sebe. Žive i verovatno se pitaju zašto su takvi kakvi su. Pa eto zašto, zato što vode poreklo od mrmota. Jako veliki broj ljudi potiče od mačke. Imaju telo kao mačka, kreću se kao mačka, i kad ih bolje analiziraš imaju sve osobine ove životinje, umiljati su, mazni, uvrću se, uvijaju, govore kao da mjauču, i nikad ne znaš šta zapravo hoće od tebe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Šta imamo još? Da. Pacovi. Njih nema mnogo ali jednog kad ugledate, odmah vam jasno. Sivo lice, retke dlake po licu, usta poluotvorena i obavezno jedinice izražene i isturene. Vrlo su slični onima koji poreklo vode od dabrova samo što ovi od dabrova imaju još izraženije zube, vidiš da bi balvan pregrizao ko ništa. Oni su, ipak, za razliku od pacolikih, prijatnija lica, imaju nešto dobrodušno u izgledu. Jarac i koza su se takođe potrudili da evoluiraju u ljude. Njih odaje jareća bradica, muške primerke. Ženske primerke odaje tup pogled i inteligencija.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vrlo mali broj ljudi vodi poreklo od kornjače. To su oni sa izduženim  vratovima i na njima mala glavica i sitne okice, usta i brada uvučeni. To su ljudi blagi, dobronamerni, spori, što uopšte ne čudi, retko se sreću ali ima ih, ne daju se. Ti nikad nigde ne žure i jako dugo žive. Slonski potomci, opet imaju sitne okice, uplašene, na velikoj glavi. Spori su, naročito u donošenju odluka, tromo hodaju a u autobusu ne možeš da ih pomeriš da prođeš. Surla se tokom evolucije izgubila, sreća, zamislite na šta bi ličili da imaju surlu. Jedna od očiglednijih grupa su šišmiši. Sitna lica, špicasti, kriču kad pričaju, toga se nisu oslobodili. Krila su im otpala ali glas je ostao isti. Svako je bar jednom u životu naleteo na potomka orla. Kukast, jak nos, oštar pogled, uvek spremni, zastrašujući, dominiraju prostorom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ovi što vode poreklo od psa, to je podvrsta ovih što vode poreklo od vuka ali oni su fini, uvek veseli, dobri, samo se nešto vrte i igraju. Oni su među boljima. Retko kad su zli i opasni. Najređi su oni od tapira. Po licu teško možeš da ih poznaš, ali ako si u prilici da potomka tapira vidiš bez gaća, odmah ti bude jasno, odakle im to što imaju toliko.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bivoli. Dosta ih ima. Jaki, nabijeni, glava spojena sa ramenima, tup izraz lica i odsustvo inteligencije. Od mrva isto vodi poreklo određen broj ljudi. To su sitni, vredni, neprimetni ljudi, uvek nešto rade, rade, često i beskorisno ali nije bitno, to je u njihovoj prirodi i oni se i nikad ne bune. Uživaju čak. Potomaka nojeva nema mnogo ali ih ima. Karakteristični su po tome što imaju tanke nogice i veliki trup, oni su baš smešni, naročito ženski primerci kad im iz debele suknje vire tanke nogice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ovi od medveda se isto lako prepoznaju, visoki su, krupni, dlakavi, bezopasni kad ih ne diraš a za razliku od predaka stekli su jednu dobru osobinu a to je društvenost. Muškarci visoki, jaki, pravi, dostojanstveni, su od jelena, žene sitne, nežne, blage su od srne. Ova grupa ljudi, međutim, izumire, utapa se u ostale razne grupe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Evolucija još traje. Od goveda i ovaca ima nas isto baš dosta. Priroda je čudo. Ima i kombinacija, neki ogranci su se vremenom ukrštali i spojili, kao  lisica i ptica, njihovi potomci su neprijatni za gledanje. To su oni ljudi koje u liftu ili izbegavaš da pogledaš u lice ili ne možeš da skineš pogled s njih. Isto važi i za potomke vuka i orla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="sh-YU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Primera za ovu teoriju ima gotovo koliko i životinja ali kasno ja i ja moram da idem da spavam. Ti pogledaj oko sebe pa ćeš se uveriti.  Ako želiš, možeš da dopuniš listu. Počni pažljivo da zagledaš  ljude i njihove osobine, lako ćeš ustanoviti od koje životinje vode poreklo. Spojiš lice, telo i ponašanje i odgovor je tu.  A ti prijatelju moj? 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Он више није толико битан, у великој мери губи на значају тек толико да не буде маргинализован. Она као и увек, добија примат код ње. Чином њеног доласка започиње њена доминација. Њена срећа је у њој а она баш и није толико заинтересована за њу. Она није заинтересована за ону која јој жели да буде срећна како би и она сама била срећна.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Он је још увек небитан. Он стицајем околности, у сваком случају он никада не би тако изабрао, тренутно живи са једном од њих две. Друга долази повремно, међутим када дође све се мења. Његов живот престаје да постоји јер она доали, она доминира, она све подређује себи. Не ради то намерно,, некако је то у њеној приороди а за све има прећутну подршку ове друге, јер та друга жели да по сваку цену удовољи првој.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Она, која ја ту стално борави са њим, воли да буде жртва, игра улогу жртве и ужива да приповеда како се целог живота вазда напатила. Она покушава да убеди ову која повремено дође и доминира да је и она заправо већа жртва од ње али је слепа код очију тј. она би рекла замађијана па не види. Доминантна ни на који начин не мисли да је жртва, нити се икада видела у тој улози. Домаћица, да је тако назовемо,  потрашила је пола живота убеђујући је да је и она жртва. Нашла се два овна на брвну. Настрадаће он.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Она ће ускоро доћи.  Она, домаћица, спремила је посебан ручак – гозбу могло би се рећи, средила стан, опрала прозоре, ставила нове пресвалке на намештај. Њега баш брига. Њу ужасно нервира зато што је њега баш брига.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Свима ћу каз'ти какав си. - рече она&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Кажи. - одговори он&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Каз'ћу свима какав си како се понашаш.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Једи говна! - одбруси јој он&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Е сада ће сви да знају какав и шта си ми рекао. Зар тако да ми кажеш?! Та теби се не сме ништа каз'ти.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Тако је. Њму се не сме ништа рећи. Он ће наставита да незаинтерсовано пуши навикнут на ванредно, за њега већ редовно стање, када она долази. Што би се и интересовао ускоро ће бити смакнут са трона, додуше привремно.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Он је дошла. Није приметила да је било шта сређено, приметила је шта није. Колико са врата је видела где шта фали или где прашина није довољно добро обрисана.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Једу. Она је убеђује да је крајње време да се трајно настани код ње, да остави то што има јер још увек не зна да је то ништа. Домаћица зна да је то ништа, да то није срећа и зна да када она каже да је срећна да лаже. Он не мисли да лаже, ма баш га брига да ли лаже. Она зна већ све напамет, ништа не проговара, клима главом, зна да је поново неће послушати. Доселити се неће никада, то наравно, не изговара.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Их, каква си на крај срца! - рече домаћица&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Она не одговори ништа, овај пут ни главом не климне.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Домаћица неће одустати, кроз који дан, кренуће поново у напад. Нада јој умире и рађа брзином светлости, али авај још није научила да  промени жеље.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" lang="zxx" style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Он све то чује по хиљадити пут исто тако и поново се нада да ће се појавити нека сила која ће га узети. То би било најбоље решење јер за самоубиство нема времена, њему треба нешто што моментално решава ствар и не захтева труд. Његову енергију исисале су њих две. И то ће проћи. Нада се.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:like href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_17.html" send="true" width="450" show_faces="true" font=""&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" data-count="horizontal" data-via="dooshan" href="http://twitter.com/share"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-8745291165125300246?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/8745291165125300246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=8745291165125300246' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8745291165125300246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8745291165125300246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_17.html' title='ЊИХ ДВЕ И ПОНЕКАД ОН'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-1881952131841088082</id><published>2011-07-04T03:26:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T04:18:28.731+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Srbija'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olivera Markovic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Оливера Марковић'/><title type='text'>Госпођа Ангелина</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uC4q3BeBUw/ThEYUhyiFUI/AAAAAAAAALU/jxSU7rNlzC0/s1600/olivera%2Bmarkovic.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uC4q3BeBUw/ThEYUhyiFUI/AAAAAAAAALU/jxSU7rNlzC0/s400/olivera%2Bmarkovic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625304150509229378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Оливеру Марковић најбоље памтим по улози госпође Ангелине, наравно, није то једина њена улога коју знам али ове се највише сећам. Зато што сам је у "Отвореним вратима" последњи пут гледао, мислим.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Волео сам госпођу Ангелину, била ми је омиљени лик. Једва сам чекао да усплахирено ушета у Цаканин стан и каже нешто духовито. Речи које је госпођа Англеина говорила и нису увек биле толико смешне али их је Оливера маестрално интерпретирала и чинила урнебесним.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Била је и Нушићева Живка Министарка. Глумила ју је као да је Нушић комад написао за њу, глумила је као да се родила као Живка. Заправо, Нушић је улогу Живке Министарке написао за Жанку Стокић како нисам имао прилике да видим Жанку као Министарку нека остане да је Оливера најбоља у тој роли. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Сећам је се из филмова Кордон, Мртав ладан, Пад у рај, Тесна кожа, Тито и ја, Сабирни цента. Дакле није госпођа Англеина последња улога Оливере Марковић, изгледа да сам њу највише запамтио јер се Отворена врата гледао небројено пута. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Морам да приметим да, иако је била одлична у свакој својој улози, мени је некако увек била мање - више иста, чини ми се да су јој давали типске улоге. Улоге јаких, занимљивх, дрчних, мудрих, напраситих, образованих, активних, способних жена. Оливера је вероватно таква и била. Вероватно јер је нажалост нисам познавао, али као да јесам.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Оливера Марковић преминула је 2. јула 2011. године у Београду, у 87. години живота.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fJ_oFwzt8g0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7o-xIil2JVg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IGz4H9F1Q3o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:like href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html" send="true" width="450" show_faces="true" font=""&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-1881952131841088082?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/1881952131841088082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=1881952131841088082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1881952131841088082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1881952131841088082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='Госпођа Ангелина'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0uC4q3BeBUw/ThEYUhyiFUI/AAAAAAAAALU/jxSU7rNlzC0/s72-c/olivera%2Bmarkovic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2393155758800360954</id><published>2011-06-17T22:59:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T23:46:57.815+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sitting in my room the lights are off, my laptop screen illuminates my face. I'm smoking and looking through the window into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly in a flat in the building across mine the light turns on. I see a man and a woman, maybe they are a couple, maybe they are a bother and a sister or maybe they are friends. I don't know. They are talking, they look like two people in a television to me. Three different lives crossed in a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leading different lives but on the way we forget that we are all part of the humanity. I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the videos I find inspirational. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nnsSUqgkDwU" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Mr7Wjr1aTgc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for the rest at http://www.youtube.com/searchstories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:like href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/06/moment.html" send="true" width="450" show_faces="true" font=""&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2393155758800360954?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2393155758800360954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2393155758800360954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2393155758800360954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2393155758800360954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/06/moment.html' title='Moment'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nnsSUqgkDwU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-7201214564200536322</id><published>2011-06-13T02:20:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T02:04:31.243+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando uno scrive deve avere un motivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is very useful and liberating and  fun to write a blog. On the other hand I believe that it is not always  beneficial to read other people blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use this blog to reach  out to people, to get my opinion heard, to express my point of view and  thanks to the modern technology I have never had a bigger audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes  I'm writing to clear my mind. Writing helps me see things clearer.  There are times when I just want to get rid of the burden and let it to  the outside world. Have someone else to deal with my thoughts. Not  necessarily bad ones. Certain blog post are nothing less, I admit, but  pure attention seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that it is not always beneficial  to read my blog. I think there are posts that can make one sad or  depressed or get him/her in a weird mood. The good thing of it all is  that we are sharing emotions and that you, the readers are able to feel  the emotions I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there will always be someone who  will say:"This guy is full of shit." especially here where I live. I  don't mind it. I wrote in some other post that I stopped trying to fit  in and now I don't want to fit in because I do not share some of the  values of the modern Serbian society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog is my &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps"&gt;psychiatrist, the piece of internet paper where I say whatever I want and however I want. It never talks back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  follow other blogs too. They have influenced me in different ways. I  discovered new things and I expanded my horizons through them. Whether I  discovered new artists, musicians, books, films or heard different  opinions on the recent international developments it was always  something different from what people do in my part of the world. Those  blogs made me happy and gave me insight in the lifestyles of young men  and women in different countries, all so similar yet so different.&lt;br /&gt;There  were blogs that made me feel sad and unprivileged. I read about people  leaving in some American villages leading more divers and fulfilling  life than me, here in the Serbian capital. It seemed they were doing  everything with ease. It is important to say that they had great ideas  and all of them are hard workers but they had  resources to achieve  their goals. In the end it is important where are you coming from,  because we are part of the society and sometime we need support or  understanding from the society we live in (and resources).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging  made me  realize that there are opportunities everywhere, in some parts  of the planet they are limited but that doesn't mean we can't have big  dreams and work hard to make them reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:like href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-uno-scrive-deve-avere-un-motivo.html" send="true" width="450" show_faces="true" font=""&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-7201214564200536322?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/7201214564200536322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=7201214564200536322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7201214564200536322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7201214564200536322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/06/quando-uno-scrive-deve-avere-un-motivo.html' title='Quando uno scrive deve avere un motivo'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-693335366276568032</id><published>2011-06-11T15:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:49:02.809+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumford and sons'/><title type='text'>The Little Lion Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEcbwAvyON8/TfN_SmjWQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/VgqihMDbHIo/s1600/mumford%2Bsigh%2Bno%2Bmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEcbwAvyON8/TfN_SmjWQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/VgqihMDbHIo/s400/mumford%2Bsigh%2Bno%2Bmore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616973117824319874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog post is super late but if it wasn't for Ana Dodig it would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is about Mumford and Sons latest album Sigh No More published in 2009 that I discovered yesterday. I'm hooked on it listening to it all day long. It's on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 12 songs are good, some of them are amazing and some are irritating. Like White Blank Page for example, I always skip it, too hysteric for my taste. As for the music genre I would define it as rock, folk rock precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While listening to it I have a feeling that I'm on a music festival in Scotland even though I have never been to the United Kingdom but I suppose that a Scottish music festival sounds like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favourite songs from Sigh No More album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sigh No More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p7TrU4_-JTY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fNy8llTLvuA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Little Lion Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lLJf9qJHR3E" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock yourself out!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mumfordandsons.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fb-root"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://connect.facebook.net/en_US/all.js#appId=103857526373762&amp;amp;xfbml=1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;fb:like href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-lion-man.html" send="true" width="450" show_faces="true" font=""&gt;&lt;/fb:like&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-693335366276568032?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/693335366276568032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=693335366276568032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/693335366276568032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/693335366276568032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-lion-man.html' title='The Little Lion Man'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eEcbwAvyON8/TfN_SmjWQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/VgqihMDbHIo/s72-c/mumford%2Bsigh%2Bno%2Bmore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3476029889932859094</id><published>2011-06-09T17:15:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:37:16.584+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Srbija'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>The Best of Luck</title><content type='html'>It was early Sunday morning and I was getting ready to go to my first wedding party ever. I overslept a bit because waking up at 10am is almost impossible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was the wedding of my neighbours Srđan and Sandra.&lt;br /&gt;The bride is a sister of one of mine good friends. The party and the wedding itself took place at Acin Ranč restaurant near Pančevo. A very nice setting for a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this is my first wedding party ever so don't expect of me to make comperations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were leaving from Ledine to Acin Ranč so it took us about an hour to reach it. I was in a car with Marija and we were driven there by our neighbour. Almost, everyone from our street was invited to the wedding. When we arrived we were welcomed by Sanja our friend, bride's sister and by their parents. After some time Nikola joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bend played some typical Serbian wedding songs hence I had a chance to listen to something I usually do not listen to in my everyday life. After the wedding I can add "Udade se jagodo" my guilty pleasure playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding party lasted for about 9 hours. We planned to go to the club after the wedding we even made reservations but all us were completely dead around 10pm so we went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to say... yes the cake was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbTu8AXAduI/TfDwmCP-ItI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Fy5v632C2Wc/s1600/244083_2113527274630_1139126923_32529791_2437441_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MbTu8AXAduI/TfDwmCP-ItI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Fy5v632C2Wc/s400/244083_2113527274630_1139126923_32529791_2437441_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616253271560561362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jtX6Kf00TnY/TfDwmpE_FrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/X146L7Qn6O0/s1600/257866_2113563675540_1139126923_32529827_59032_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px 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I love wine, never tried yoga. :) Here is a video that combine both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oxPuyrfHA3o?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?app_id=209189482448590&amp;amp;href=http%3A%2F%2Fdusanzivkovic.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Fyoga-for-wine-lovers.html&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-236587402578030914?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/236587402578030914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=236587402578030914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/236587402578030914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/236587402578030914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/05/yoga-for-wine-lovers.html' title='Yoga for Wine Lovers'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/oxPuyrfHA3o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2141439737601228400</id><published>2011-05-25T03:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T03:34:11.178+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poet</title><content type='html'>Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. It is contrast. The poet will die, the visionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look life in the face, always to look life in the face and to know it for what it it is, at last to know it, to love it for what it is and then to put it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Woolf (The Hours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?app_id=209189482448590&amp;amp;href=http%3A%2F%2Fdusanzivkovic.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Fsomeone-has-to-die-in-order-that-rest.html&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2141439737601228400?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2141439737601228400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2141439737601228400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2141439737601228400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2141439737601228400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/05/someone-has-to-die-in-order-that-rest.html' title='The Poet'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-8541482944459732801</id><published>2011-05-21T18:41:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T19:08:44.775+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Burito'/><title type='text'>Burito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Urq3SVCMAio/TdfvZhKKC4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/VSopM5nd3PA/s1600/18052011227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Urq3SVCMAio/TdfvZhKKC4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/VSopM5nd3PA/s400/18052011227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609215082589981570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sanja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WouWgvlh_xQ/TdfvZ0zHsQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rjoU8BABOJc/s1600/18052011228.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Wednesday my friend Sanja passed her state exam and officially became a dental nurse. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the exam we want to celebrate her success. We decided to go to a Mexican restaurant in the same street where I live. It was close and we both love Mexican food, we both love spicy food in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Burito on several occasions and I was always happy with the meal I had. The restaurant is very modest, nothing special, walls, tables, chairs. So you shouldn't go there if you want to feel some kind of atmosphere or want to spend time in a different setting. Good food is all they have and it is not all they need but it is  the most important part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate Taco Conzumel with chicken meat. It tasted great and spicy even the salad was spicy. The prices are average or slightly above average, its all affordable anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I was provincial enough to take pictures of the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burito is located in: Kraljice Marije  3, the phone number is +381 11 337 65 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WouWgvlh_xQ/TdfvZ0zHsQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rjoU8BABOJc/s1600/18052011228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WouWgvlh_xQ/TdfvZ0zHsQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/rjoU8BABOJc/s400/18052011228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609215087862067458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taco Conzumel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?app_id=209189482448590&amp;amp;href=http%3A%2F%2Fdusanzivkovic.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Fburito.html&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-8541482944459732801?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/8541482944459732801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=8541482944459732801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8541482944459732801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8541482944459732801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/05/burito.html' title='Burito'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Urq3SVCMAio/TdfvZhKKC4I/AAAAAAAAAJE/VSopM5nd3PA/s72-c/18052011227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-6102894066031389137</id><published>2011-05-17T22:47:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:08:17.594+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook Manual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Facebook Manual</title><content type='html'>Just when you think you have seen it all, you find someone who wants to sell a book about how to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. I wounder who will buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jln-tnpc8FY/TdLiVqs-YjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/C0pUN7ZGZi0/s1600/17052011225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jln-tnpc8FY/TdLiVqs-YjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/C0pUN7ZGZi0/s400/17052011225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607793347897745970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; - 100 advices and tricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UC9nBXx9eew/TdLfFYqqmjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/s73d23geq4o/s1600/17052011224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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width: 400px; height: 263px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607704760014599602" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yioO6VBbV0s/TdKRxLHv9bI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2OmH8nqCAJk/s400/ceca_sud_prihvatio_nagodbu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/04/holy-mother-of-our-great-nation.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/04/holy-mother-of-our-great-nation.html"&gt;The Holy Mother of Our Great Nation part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fellow Serbians I was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We will not have to wait 8 months for Ceca's new songs. She is going to publish them one by one from the 30th of May to 29th of June and the full album will be in music stores on 30th of June. That's not all. Somehow she avoided answering the charges for molesting the owner of some other football club. Again what an amazing negotiating skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I said before The Holy Mother is incredibly smart. She was working hard to record and release new songs just a few days before she goes in house arrest. I suppose this album will be the best selling album ever, having in mind the time of its release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She is following the latest trends in the music industry therefore songs will be available for the download on the official web site of her record company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe, there will be a concert in the beginning of 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway rejoice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?app_id=209189482448590&amp;amp;href=http%3A%2F%2Fdusanzivkovic.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Fholy-mother-of-our-great-nation-part-2.html&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" href="http://twitter.com/share" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-880550092984374020?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/880550092984374020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=880550092984374020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/880550092984374020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/880550092984374020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/05/holy-mother-of-our-great-nation-part-2.html' title='The Holy Mother of Our Great Nation part 2'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yioO6VBbV0s/TdKRxLHv9bI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2OmH8nqCAJk/s72-c/ceca_sud_prihvatio_nagodbu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2069427710091257839</id><published>2011-05-13T19:55:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T23:56:54.139+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dusseldorf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eurovision Song Contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eurovision'/><title type='text'>Eurovision Impressions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxVJWjQIXHo/Tc1x2LYE9pI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7mX3Jy2dltg/s1600/dizeldorf%2Blogo%2Bsrce.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CxVJWjQIXHo/Tc1x2LYE9pI/AAAAAAAAAH0/7mX3Jy2dltg/s400/dizeldorf%2Blogo%2Bsrce.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606262286726788754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to write a full blog post with my impressions from both semi-finals. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to do so because blogger was down for two days. I think that there is no point in writing it now because the Grand Final is tomorrow, on Saturday at 21:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to add that Former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia and Ireland sent the worst songs in the history of music. If somebody asked me to imagine how would've sounded 2 worst songs in the history of music,  I think they would imagine something less painful .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first times in many years I really don't have an idea who could win. This is one of those rare years when there is no a clear winner. We will have to wait until Saturday to find out were the next edition of the contest will take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my favorites (in no particular order), knock yourself out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serbia: Nina - Čaroban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BNjclETqN5I" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Azerbaijan: Ell/Nikki - Running Scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0doM7miWSHo" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Switzerland: Anna Rossinelli - In Love For a While&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rMM2WRsIJXs" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iceland: Sjonni's Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="eow-title" class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="HD Eurovision 2011 Iceland: Sjonni's Friends - Coming Home (Semi-Final 1)"&gt; - Coming Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IU96dxvS4y8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finland: Paradise Oskar - Da Da Dam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qpnbAIysv74" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estonia: Getter Jaani - Rockefeller Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m4mGluOD1Ko" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moldova: Zdob ši Zdub - So Lucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OF21pTGtKTw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denmark: A Friend in London - New Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Jr_IqfjAkHE" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;United Kingdom: Blue - I Can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z2JYc_jWIDQ" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy the show on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?app_id=209189482448590&amp;amp;href=http%3A%2F%2Fdusanzivkovic.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Feurovision-impressions.html&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sseI09NIqag/TcibD4TEAuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2OP_dEuhM_w/s400/eurovision%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604900227216835298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The 56th edition of the longest running European TV show will take place tonight - live from Dusseldorf, Germany.  Actually the 1st semi-final is tonight and it will mark the start of the week long European pop trash extravaganza. And I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Belgrade 2008 Eurovision Song Contest introduced several major changes. For the first time in history, due to the large number of participating countries, 43 of them. (the highest number ever). The show was divided into two semi-finals and the final. For the first time the official trophy was introduced. In previous years the host broadcaster designed the trophy, from Belgrade onwards every winning artist received the same-looking trophy. For the first time new voting rules took place.&lt;br /&gt;Belgrade will remain remembered as the host city were these changes took place for the first time and I had the honor to take part in the making of the Belgrade 2008 Eurovision Song Contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year in Dusseldor Serbia will be represented by Nina with the song "Caroban" (Magical).&lt;br /&gt;I like the song, it is a very good retro pop song and very different from what Serbia offered in the previous editions of the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serbia will perform 6th in the first semi-final, airing live on RTS 1 at 21:00. If you are not from Serbia but you live in Europe you can watch it on your national television or on your public service broadcaster as they are called now. If you live outside of Europe tune in to the &lt;a href="http://www.eurovision.tv/"&gt;http://www.eurovision.tv&lt;/a&gt; and watch it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are watching it alone at your home or you are going to a Eurovision party I hope you will vote for Serbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck, Nina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the footage from the Serbian rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MWVA51E0aiI" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fdusanzivkovic.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Fgood-luck-serbia.html&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-7267118997534687400?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/7267118997534687400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=7267118997534687400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7267118997534687400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7267118997534687400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-luck-serbia.html' title='Good Luck Serbia!'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sseI09NIqag/TcibD4TEAuI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2OP_dEuhM_w/s72-c/eurovision%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2212565592679305521</id><published>2011-05-09T17:11:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:51:47.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspirational photos'/><title type='text'>Inspirational</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1LGjD9wTxc/TcgMsLNnEgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jKkiVTg6G5U/s1600/life%2Bis%2Blike%2Bphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1LGjD9wTxc/TcgMsLNnEgI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jKkiVTg6G5U/s400/life%2Bis%2Blike%2Bphotography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604743689326236162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cdsHD6TNUjk/TcgMsAPUdyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hfMxtf8qDO4/s1600/pruga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cdsHD6TNUjk/TcgMsAPUdyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hfMxtf8qDO4/s400/pruga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604743686380615458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rXztvnZb3qA/TcgMdC2hE6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7G2EBdXwmt4/s1600/pruga.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fdusanzivkovic.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Finspirational.html&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; 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This is one of my favorite Olympic moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uUp9IKBRR_Y" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fdusanzivkovic.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Folympic-memories.html&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-5702639722015497304?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/5702639722015497304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=5702639722015497304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5702639722015497304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5702639722015497304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/05/olympic-memories.html' title='Olympic Memories'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uUp9IKBRR_Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2565640892530666242</id><published>2011-05-05T00:58:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T02:04:45.973+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behaviour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human behavior'/><title type='text'>The Theory of Evolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the ongoing quest for the lighthouse I have changed and I am not the same anymore. Some things that made me happy in the past or I had no problem doing, now I have a problem doing them and they are not making me happy anymore.  I was thinking a lot what should I do? Should I stop doing it? Would that be correct to others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do as I feel. Maybe this could seem selfish, but I think that personal happiness and personal satisfaction is very important in life. So as long as I inform others about my decisions, I think it is fine. How will that make other people feel is not something I can control. There are storms we cannot weather.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand everyone is responsible for his-own feelings. If you are happy or sad because of something I did, I cannot do anything about it. At no point I wanted to make you feel happy or sad I just did what I considered necessary  and that doesn't affect you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to constantly evolve and to go always forward and there are some ups and downs on that way. Yet, I am sure I am much more mature and much more aware of myself and people around me than I was 6 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I pay much less attention to what  people say about me, I have less understanding and forgiveness for their behaviour (I was fooled enough), I am not willing to cope with some one's mood swings or with them trying to justify their misbehaviour with being in a bad mood. We have all been depressed and not all of us felt the need  to offend others. Tough luck!&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go with a flow, to take everything life has to offer me and to be focused on achieving my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the lessons I have learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. We are responsible for what                                         we do, no matter how we                                         feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Either you control your                                         attitude or it controls                                         you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Our background and                                         circumstances may have influenced                                         who we are, but we are  responsible                                         for who we become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I've learned                                         that maturity has more to do with                                         what types of experiences you've                                         had and what you've learned from                                         them and less to do with your age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I have the right to make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. You should never laugh at some one's dreams. Everything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Successful  are those people who do what                                         has to be done when it needs to be                                         done, regardless of the                                         consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.  Everyone is responsible for his-own feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe much of who I am now to the people I met on the way and the experiences I had. I was fortunate enough to meet so different, so unique group of people who influenced me very much. All of them take me as an equal even though some of them are twice my age. All of them are very educated, intelligent, prejudice free and limitless. And for each of them I have the utmost respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you though I am going to say "you know who you are" I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sanja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bucic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tijana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Milanovic&lt;/span&gt; and Ivan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jurasin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fdusanzivkovic.blogspot.com%2F2011%2F05%2Ftheory-of-evolution.html&amp;amp;send=true&amp;amp;layout=standard&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;font&amp;amp;height=80" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:80px;" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" count="horizontal" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2565640892530666242?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2565640892530666242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2565640892530666242' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2565640892530666242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2565640892530666242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/05/theory-of-evolution.html' title='The Theory of Evolution'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-4288609755585321378</id><published>2011-05-04T14:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:10:31.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Public Transport</title><content type='html'>Only pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qes3q8dKQFY/TcFBt1y4WPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-ECZs3YygoI/s1600/22022011206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I waited patiently and bought it on Tuesday. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon's first solo album is entitled "Flamingo" after a street in which Brandon grew up. It is Flamingo Road in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. So I we could say that album is dedicated to the Las Vegas and Nevada because songs are named after Vegas' casinos, streets, landmarks etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first album is very different from any other The Killers album, they are still in the same music genre but his songs are slower, more romantic and some are pathetic and  boring like Magdalena and The Clock Was Tickin'. Never the less it is a very good album, out of 14 songs only 2 are not listenable to me. My favorite songs are Jacksonville, Playing With Fire and Only The Young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wholeheartedly recommend this album, regardless if you are The Killers fan or not (I am a die hard The Killers fan). Brandon Flowers will not leave the band, as I heard he is working on their new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is much easier and obviously cheaper to just download the music from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;I urge you to buy original discs. If you are true music lover and you are downloading it and burning it on cds at your home  then I really can't understand how you can stand that bad sound and not hearing every instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-9113798110057140541?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/9113798110057140541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=9113798110057140541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/9113798110057140541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/9113798110057140541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-to-fabulous-las-vegas.html' title='Welcome to the fabulous Las Vegas'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-8030250315823310701</id><published>2011-04-13T23:35:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T03:29:36.316+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Svetlana Raznatovic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vuk Dincic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ceca'/><title type='text'>The Holy Mother of Our Great Nation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCdISIBLNYY/TaZMijbyXlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eq_6AvPYh6E/s1600/ceca-ikona-svetica.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 235px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595243743565471314" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCdISIBLNYY/TaZMijbyXlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eq_6AvPYh6E/s320/ceca-ikona-svetica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fellow Serbians, the one and only Svetlana Ceca Ražnatović! God bless her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most famous singer will not go to prison but she will be in a house arrest for a year. Actually only for 8 months because she had 4 months deducted from her sentence because she already spent 4 months in prison in 2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She committed a 5.000.000 euros fraud and she will pay a 1.5 million euros fine for both her  and her sister. What negotiating skills! She should have been in our Kosovo case team, the results would have certainly been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Diva will be away from the public eye for eight months, presumably working on her new album just to kill the time and earn her money back. So I suppose that her come back album will be flying off the shelves. I did attended one of her concerts and I did have a blast. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I heard Ceca will be asking for a bank loan to pay her fine. What kind of bank will give you a loan to pay your court fine?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The star of the day was Vuk Dincic (never heard of him before) a member of parliament from the Democratic Party. He said that he was outraged, as we all were, by the agreement Ceca reached with the &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;Public Prosecutor's Office. He didn't say it because he wanted to, he said it because his party told him to do so. If he did this on his own he would be expelled.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't believe that a MP in the beginning of his career would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dare to say something against the government without the prior approval of his party. His party is the largest party of the ruling coalition. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking would it be possible for us, anonymous citizens, to reach  this kind of an agreement with the Public Prosecutor after being charged  for a 5.000.000 euros fraud and for storing an arsenal of weapons in  our basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I am not capable of entertaining the entire nation and she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New songs are on the way. Let us rejoice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" href="http://twitter.com/share" via="dooshan" count="vertical" text="Check this blog out!" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-8030250315823310701?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/8030250315823310701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=8030250315823310701' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8030250315823310701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8030250315823310701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/04/holy-mother-of-our-great-nation.html' title='The Holy Mother of Our Great Nation'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uCdISIBLNYY/TaZMijbyXlI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eq_6AvPYh6E/s72-c/ceca-ikona-svetica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3733618688060296747</id><published>2011-04-11T21:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T21:33:40.682+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costa Coffe'/><title type='text'>A Rather Traumatic Experience</title><content type='html'>I'm walking home and searching for an ATM on my way. The music in my headphones briefly stops, new text message has arrived.  Ivan invited me for a cup of coffee, we agreed to meet in OUR bar at 5:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived there first ordered my drink and noticed that OUR stinks on &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class="hps"&gt;chlorine, so I texted him that it is unbearable and we decided to go somewhere else. I recommended Costa Coffee and made a big mistake. To be honest I always hated Costa Coffee but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;discovered theirs Iced Cafe-Latte which is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went there, waited for ages for the waiter to arrive then waited for ages for our drinks to arrive. In the meantime another waiter approached our table and asked if we ordered I said yes we did, half an hour ago, he replied that it was 10 minutes ago and I was like is he allowed to talk to me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another indeterminable amount of time we got our coffees. I thought that our agony with Costa Coffee's staff is over but alas we waited at least 15 minutes for our check to arrive only to discover that waiter forgot about us, so more waiting.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry and found that kind of behaviour unacceptable.  For the final touch, he said that we waited so long because our check was in a rubbish bin because one of his colleagues accidentally threw it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COSTA COFFEE NEVER AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet &lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-3733618688060296747?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/3733618688060296747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=3733618688060296747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3733618688060296747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3733618688060296747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/04/rather-traumatic-experience.html' title='A Rather Traumatic Experience'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-5580051514159257622</id><published>2011-04-05T17:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:23:44.390+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The National'/><title type='text'>Where have I been</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nowhere, I was here all the time. I was without a computer and yesterday I bought a new one so I can blog again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The old one could work only with a little help of an ice cube. Cooler wasn't working, among other parts, so I would put an ice cube on the heated part and it would melt and cool the laptop off so it could work. Of course that was a short term solution. Now I don't use and ice cube any more, I'm typing on my new laptop. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for my life, nothing revolutional didn't happen I'm still going to the University every day and this week I am studying for the test I'll have in the coming days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last weekend I was very ill I had a high fever and I went to the doctor's office only to discover that they threw my chart away. They threw it away because I wasn't there for 6  years but I wasn't  ill in the past 6 years!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yes, The National have a new song called "Think you can wait" it is part of a soundtrack for the film entitled "Win Win" and twitter enabled sms service for Serbia so life is not so bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nVo7MkjReO8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" href="http://twitter.com/share" via="dooshan" count="vertical" text="Check this blog out!" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-5580051514159257622?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/5580051514159257622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=5580051514159257622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5580051514159257622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5580051514159257622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nVo7MkjReO8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-5976211878644068306</id><published>2011-03-03T01:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T02:01:13.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Nit is a Serbian musical acoustic bend that plays various types of music that covers multiple cultures of the world. From Serbia, Arabia, Russia, Kazahstan, Greece,Macedonia, Bulgaria, America, South America, Ireland, etc. They play evergreen, ethnic, celtic, rock, country, balads and pop music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; " &gt;The band was formed in 2010. and it’s original line - up featured Ivana (guitaris, violinist and vocalist), Nastja (guitarist, vocalist) and Tamara (percussionist, vocal). Tha band got it’s name by the initials of the band members (Nastja – Ivana – Tamara ---&gt; NIT). The name also has another meaning: “thread”. At the beginning of 2011. The band reformed and now it consists of new members Aleksandar Labus (guitarist) and Ana Perisic (darbouk, vocalist). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The bend carries a mellow and positive atmosphere while staying true to music that the bend loves and not giving away to any commercial pressures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; " &gt;A demo release is in the making and in the meantime you can listen to them at the Fest club in Zemun or on their YouTube channel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/GrupaNIT"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/GrupaNIT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-5976211878644068306?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/5976211878644068306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=5976211878644068306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5976211878644068306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5976211878644068306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/03/nit.html' title='Nit'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3020311382795206851</id><published>2011-02-25T22:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T01:56:27.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Positioning System</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N8hWtV34VHU/TWhO8KWaRPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pdFZNj_pl5U/s1600/lblg-djiki.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N8hWtV34VHU/TWhO8KWaRPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pdFZNj_pl5U/s320/lblg-djiki.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577794933975827698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rgqxMS396s/TWhO7wmKgmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EDSRWMokH9U/s1600/lblg-ja.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9rgqxMS396s/TWhO7wmKgmI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EDSRWMokH9U/s320/lblg-ja.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577794927062581858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday, it was 19Th of February, I went to a party I spent more time getting there then the time I spent there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milena Djilas Djiki and I agreed to meet each other at 23h at Kalenic pijaca (market). I was there at 23h sharp she was late at start instead to be there at the said time she left the previous party she was at a time when she supposed to meet me. She's finally there she calls me and asks me where are you:" I'm at Kalenic market, Costa Coffee, Unicredit bank. Where are you?" she replies:"Kalenic market, Gradic Pejton, EFG bank". Obviously we were at two different and very distant parts of the market and because I'm horrible with orientation, I can't even remember how to leave a building that I entered only few minutes ago, she had to find me. So we finally meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saga begins. I ask her if Dusan sent her text message with the address. He did, but we didn't know where Cerska street is so we asked a taxi driver for the directions and we got wrong directions.  It was raining all the time. On our long way there we took a picture by "Lepa Brena Lepo Gori". :)&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I have a GPS built in my phone so we used it get to Cerska street, fell in some mud on our way there. We found the building but yet again we didn't know the flat number and Dusan wasn't answering our calls. Somehow we heard the music coming from the last floor and climbed all the way up, surprisingly he lives on the second floor. Yes, we were listening on every door to check if the music is coming from that flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived last the flat was packed and of course loud music was playing.  It was Serbian folk really not my cup of tea. Never the less I really enjoyed the conversations with Dusan, Djiki and other people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-3020311382795206851?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/3020311382795206851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=3020311382795206851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3020311382795206851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3020311382795206851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/02/global-positioning-system.html' title='Global Positioning System'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N8hWtV34VHU/TWhO8KWaRPI/AAAAAAAAAFk/pdFZNj_pl5U/s72-c/lblg-djiki.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2713191848076773100</id><published>2011-02-19T00:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T19:09:25.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Дечак</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Добар дан. Добро сам, хвала на питању.&lt;br /&gt;Како се зовем? То није уопште важно. Међутим ипак треба да знате како да ме зовете ако желите да комуницирате са мном.  Зовите ме Дечак.&lt;br /&gt;Колико имам година? Где живим? Досадни сте, то су све бескорисна питања. Није важно. Ја сам само Дечак.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Желите да знате да ли имам пријатеље? Имаo сам пријатеље. Не много, њих пар али били су заиста прави пријатељи. Поред пар правих пријатеља имао сам доста другова. Не дружимо се више. Престао сам да причам са њима. Тако сам одлучио. Нису ми урадили ништа лоше само ми више нису били занимљиви. И сада док овде код Вас разговарам, Ви вероватно мислите да сам социофобичан. Или сте можда ви дошли код мене, ниса сигуран.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Нисам социофобичан, да не причам више са људима је била исључиво моја свесна одлука. Наравно трудим се да се социјализујем. Четвртком одлазим на часове плеса, не плешем, седим и гледам друге како плешу, и ми сви разговрамо. Тачније, они својим покретима говоре мени. Иако не плешем одлучио сам да платим часове како бих одлазак у плесну школу претворио у обавезу. Људи цене само оно што плаћају.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Моји дани су Вама толико исти заправо они су мени толико различити. Свако јутро пре доручка погледам један филм, увек гледам исти филм и сваки пут га доживим на различт начин, сваки пут га другачије тумачим, сваки пут помислим да су ликови могли да имају другачију судбину, сваки пут им скројим другу судбину, свако јутро гледам "Трамвај звани жеља".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Поподне волим да читам. Има већ 10 година како читам три исте књиге, наравно када завршим једну почнем другу и тако у круг. Биоскоп у кутији шипица, Ловац у житу и Блудни син, читам их тим редоследом.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;У 17 часова изађем на терасу и гледам човеколика бића како ходају улицама. Сви нешто, мисли сви некуд иду. Никада се не питам где журе, често се питам шта мисле. Сигуран сам да сви мисле да су људи, да су добри људи. У то сам сигуран сви воле да верују да су добри. Мислим да је тешко бити добар, тешко је бити човек. Добар сам ја јесам добар али човек још увек нисам.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Неко је позвонио на врата, први пут после ко зна колико година ни он се више није сећао колико, неко је био пред Дечаковим вратима.&lt;br /&gt;Дечак је пришао вратима и погледао кроз шпијунку, одмакнуо се а онда опет погледао.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2713191848076773100?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2713191848076773100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2713191848076773100' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2713191848076773100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2713191848076773100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post_19.html' title='Дечак'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-1133527299533118815</id><published>2011-02-15T21:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:52:01.399+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bordel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><title type='text'>Bordel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AV40Gsmtkoc/TVrhben_3hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-_sllv3gKCg/s1600/bordel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AV40Gsmtkoc/TVrhben_3hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-_sllv3gKCg/s320/bordel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574015351017954834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this case "Bordel"  its not a brothel its a bar. If you want me to be  precise it is a DJ bar with parties taking place there every Thursday. The DJ usually spins some good, danceable house music. Its always packed so if you want to have a table you should be there earlier, around 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name "Bordel" (brothel) derives from the history of the place in the early days it was an actual brothel so the interior corresponds with the name. Brick walls, red lights, striper poles, naked women photographs taken by Milos Nadazdin, famous Serbian celebrity photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu is very limited and there is no variety of drinks to choose from. As for the prices they are slightly above average but nothing too high and unaffordable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff is very helpful, friendly and relaxed. Sometimes they will let you play your own music which is super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully recommend the place. See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORDEL DJ BAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Address:&lt;/b&gt; Gospodar Jevremova 6, Dorćol&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Telephone:&lt;/b&gt; +38163351388  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-1133527299533118815?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/1133527299533118815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=1133527299533118815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1133527299533118815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1133527299533118815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/02/bordel.html' title='Bordel'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AV40Gsmtkoc/TVrhben_3hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-_sllv3gKCg/s72-c/bordel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-7008100792999208233</id><published>2011-02-08T00:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T01:31:41.488+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muzika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bebi Dol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dvor'/><title type='text'>Је л ви знате ко је Стинг?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Беби Дол краљица српске и некадашње југословенске а данашње западно-балканске поп музике, најаутентичнији је вокал на нашој сцени а истовремо и најоспорованији. Тренутно живи на Двору, пре тога живела је на Фарми а у међувремену у илегали. Пре него што је почела да тезгари по забавном програму Пинк телевизије тезгарила је четвртком у београдском Платоу.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Несхваћена као и сви генији покушава да објасни васколиком пучанству ствари које су очигледне. Тако је пре неколико дана у емисији у којој сада живим својим сустанарима, узалудно, покушавала да објасни зашто није нормално избацити псиће старе месец дана на минус 10 степени целзијуса, не фаренхајта. Егзекутори, како их је Беби назвала, правдали су се да је то због хигијене јер им смета непријатан мирис.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;И мене као и Беби увек иритирају људи који само приачају о хигијени, који су оптерећени хигијеном. Иритирају ме они што вам уђу у стан и примете прашину на столу, књигама или поду. Имам два прста дебео слој прашине на поду, ако си га већ приметио понуди се да обришеш а ако не желиш да га обришеш онда ћути.&lt;br /&gt;Што би госпођица Дол рекла лицемерно је причати о хигијени а они који стално приачају о хигијени имају проблем са хигијеном нарочито са менталном(онај ко избаци псиће од месеце дана на минус 10 и није ништа друго до егзегутор стога ментално прљав). Сада вас само чекам почните да лајете о хигијени предамном и готови сте&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Кажу ми понекад да се понашам као да сам дошао са неког двора. То обично говоре они  који такво понашање могу само да одглуме а дали би све да буду такви. Да поново цитирам Драгану:"Не хватајте ме на те форе ко је сељак а ко грађанин јер ће бити опасно!". Немојте оправдавати свој незнање да не кажем џиберлук, е баш хоћу да кажем џиберлук, тиме што сте са села. Није срамота бити са села! Дошли сте у град искористите ту прилику да се еманципујете да усвојите космполитске вредности средине у којој се налазите уместо што се трудите да је посељачите. Уосталом сељани су становници села, а сељаци су џибери. То је исто као када бих ја живео у Њујорку а говорио како је Београд бољи, али једноставно није!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;У одбрану Беби Дол, њено певање није фора ни кревељење како овде већина мисли већ правац који се зове колоратурно певање. Изузетно је мали број људи у свету који знају и могу тако да певају. Ја знам само за њу, ако ви знате за још некога јавите.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Почетком године сам најавио да ћу на блогу једном месечно препоручивати  (по мом мишљењу) добру музику ево за овај месец препоручујем Беби Дол. Објавила је три албума за 30 година, мислим да то довољно говори о квалитету песама.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Како је Беби  представница српске авангарде музичка и културна икона, једна од ретких којима сам фасциниран направићу преседан те пост посвећен њој пропратити са две песме.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;А ја идем кући да слушам своју дивну музику.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AK4aUO7cBoM" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tGiPHm2hWcc" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-7008100792999208233?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/7008100792999208233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=7008100792999208233' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7008100792999208233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7008100792999208233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='Је л ви знате ко је Стинг?'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AK4aUO7cBoM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2364640995258955470</id><published>2011-01-22T13:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:32:29.985+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sand clok'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Clocks Will Carry On</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is Wikipedia's definition of time:"Time is a part of the measuring system used to sequence events, to compare the durations of events and the intervals between them, and to quantify rates of change such as the motions of objects. Time has been a major subject of religion, philosophy, and science, but defining it in a non-controversial manner applicable to all fields of study has consistently eluded the greatest scholars."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'd also like to add that time only limits people in their daily life and it is exactly why I think we should abolish it as a category. We are paying to much attention to time and we are trying to do everything within a certain time frame. Then when we don't succeed we feel disappointed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But what time really is? Can we feel it? Can we touch it? You can touch something 20 cm long but can you touch something that is 20 minutes long? Time just passes and that's it. I don't see why is so important to know what time is it? Just wake up when you want, go to bed when you want and in between do everything when you want and live by your bio-clock. At least that's what I'll try to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Let's speak of the greatest of all evils (of course time wise) New Year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;New year as a time category and New Year celebrations are nothing more and nothing less than pure evil. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;New year is a symbol that time passes. I suppose you are not excited when you pass one km of the road, then why get excited when 12 months passes. People get all excited about new year, new expectations, new changes etc. Remember it is still the same you and nothing new didn't happen. It is still the same time that flows. What would we do if there was 13, 14, 15 month and so on. Then there wouldn't be any excitement, any resolutions and any opportunities to change. No, they would still be here and they are still here. We can decide to change anything we don't like at any time of the year without waiting for the new one to begin. We can decide to transform ourselves when ever, in Jun for example. Whether it is starting a diet, going to the gym, getting a new job, change can always happen now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Because of the time people are afraid of the only thing that is certain - death! If there wasn't for time we wouldn't know how old are we and how long is our life expectancy, then we wouldn't be sad because of the fact that we have lived some amount of years on this planet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; If we put things like this we will see how time is actually useless thus making clocks useless too. There is only one clock I like. I find it to be perfect and we can really see the time with it. It is a sand clock. On the send clock you can see the time that passed, the time that is passing and the time it still has to pass hence you can see the past, the present and the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Time goes by so slowly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FtmjVL40Dns" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2364640995258955470?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2364640995258955470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2364640995258955470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2364640995258955470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2364640995258955470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/01/clocks-will-carry-on.html' title='Clocks Will Carry On'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FtmjVL40Dns/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-6507558801788026944</id><published>2011-01-12T00:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T01:20:58.341+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Songs For Dirty Lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The National'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='High Violet'/><title type='text'>Music O'Clock - The National</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"High Violet" is the 5th studio album by The National, American indie rock band formed in Cincinnati, Ohio and based in Brooklyn, New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion "High Violet" is their best album so far it even managed to beat my favorite "Sad Songs For Dirty Lovers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 11 songs fit in very nicely and they are perfectly ordered so you have a feeling that everything flows. Like all 11 songs are just one song i.e. one story. I don't mean that they all sound alike they are like chapters of a book so to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for something up-beat and to dance to than this is not an album for your nor the band, but if you like to listen to indie and to meaningful, realistic and politically engaged songs than you would love The National and High Violet album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites are: Afraid of Everyone, Sorrow, Bloodbuzz Ohio, Lemonworld, Conversation 16, England and Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/TSzyRjE44XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dU2QcIGsXQA/s1600/Highviolet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/TSzyRjE44XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dU2QcIGsXQA/s400/Highviolet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561086023183163762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;01. Terrible Love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;02. Sorrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;03. Anyone's Ghost&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;04. Little Faith&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;05. Afraid of Everyone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;06. Bloodbuzz Ohio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;07. Lemonworld&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;08. Runaway&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;09. Conversation 16&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10. England&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11. Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Visit: http://www.amaericanmary.com for more info about The National&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-6507558801788026944?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/6507558801788026944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=6507558801788026944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6507558801788026944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6507558801788026944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/01/music-oclock-national.html' title='Music O&apos;Clock - The National'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/TSzyRjE44XI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dU2QcIGsXQA/s72-c/Highviolet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-6014807763131175422</id><published>2011-01-12T00:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:44:51.974+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - New Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first blog entry of 2011 I decided to start with some statistics: The top 3 blog entries were:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.Ne jedite povrće 1052 views&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. JK ili Jebeni Karijes - Ognjeni mač ubija Žar-pticu 1027 views&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. To The Light House 800 views&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2011 I plan to introduce regular music and film recommendations and maybe I'll ask few people to write something for the blog  as guest blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am asking you kindly to leave your comments here on the blog and not on the Facebook, because I think that comments should be made at the same place where the respective text is. Of course all comments will be published.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd like to encourage you all to start using twitter. http://www.twitter.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-6014807763131175422?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/6014807763131175422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=6014807763131175422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6014807763131175422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6014807763131175422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='New Year - New Start'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3322088331882211353</id><published>2010-12-21T11:02:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T12:32:50.917+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgina Woolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richmond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. Dalloway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>To the Lighthouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Mrs. Woolf,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this letter finds you well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Dalloway gave me your address. When I called her she was at the market buying flowers for the party she was throwing that day. She was so kind to invite me, but when she told me you and Leonard are not coming I had no reason to attend. I hope Leonard is well, haven't heard from him for days.  So, I see you are not in Richmond anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will have a chance to leave this Richmond of mine one day. Because, as you  said, I live in a town I have no wish to live in, but unlike you I'm living a life I have a wish to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lived in Richmond which is, like you said, almost a suburb of London and all you wanted to do is to move back to London and once again feel the violent jolt of the capital.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Virgina, I feel like living in a world suburb and all I want is to feel the violent jolt of freedom and diversity and opportunities. Richmond seems more exciting than this town of mine. I'm not saying that Belgrade is boring, it's not, not at all.  Years before I was born this city was an avant-garde city, but it is not anymore, Virginia. It is full of mediocre people who managed to push out the brilliant ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it clear Mrs. Woolf I am happy. I'm happy for being surrounded by few amazing people who understand me and I understand them. Some of them are great singers, others are aspiring writers, painters, photographers. And I'm very afraid for them, I am scared that they will be suffocated by this society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that freedom is subjective feeling. I think that two different people in the same situation can develop two different feelings one may say that he or she is free while other will say that he is caged. And that cage, cage of one's  own is the worst cage, the imaginary cage without bars. Created in his own head during his search for peace and freedom but without avoiding life at the same time. That's what I'm talking about Mrs. Woolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who don't understand me I say that only I can understand that urge to be somewhere else, to be in London at least. Since I was 11 years old I wanted to depart and never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may sound bitter to you, Mrs. Woolf. I'm not, I'm really not. I'm just tired of explaining things that are obvious, I'm tired of explaining why some fundamental rights and freedoms are necessary to be respected everywhere, I'm tired of being mocked when I say that I believe in human rights and that I respect Amnesty International or Human Rights Watch. That is all Mrs. Woolf, that is all Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright side I think Leonard and you were very happy, I think two people could not have been happier than you have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day I'll live on the coast of Australia or California with a person with whom I'll be happy as you and Leonard have been. But Mrs. Woolf of one I am certain where ever I am going to be I will always know what time it is in Belgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care Virginia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FniHgiyaTY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sr_RS"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3FniHgiyaTY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sr_RS" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-3322088331882211353?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/3322088331882211353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=3322088331882211353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3322088331882211353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3322088331882211353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-lighthouse.html' title='To the Lighthouse'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3242358087668284734</id><published>2010-12-01T18:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:19:33.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Искра Шинтила (двочинка)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Догодило се то у Срајеву лета 2007. Био је јул. Таман се завршио испитни рок и растерећен од обавеза отпутовао сам возом на семинар о стању људских права у региону. Тада сам још   мислио да су ти семинари јако битни јер сам тек уписао факултет.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Стигао сам, сместио се у хотел  и упутио у Градску скупштину, место одржавња семинара. Сарајево никада нисам волео, никада нисам волео тај дух махале.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;У просторију је ушла госпођа Мелинда, представник организатора. Пре него што је почела са предавањем замолила нас је да се представимо.&lt;br /&gt;-Гаврило Ерцеговац, студент Факултета политичких наука из Београда&lt;br /&gt;Био сам први јер сам послењи стигао у скупштино и сачекало ме је само једно празно место у првом реду. Мрзео сам да седим у првом реду. Ипак, то место остаће моје и наредна 4 дана.&lt;br /&gt;Имена су се ређала, нисам слушао. Зачуо се кикот. Почео сам да слушам.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Како?-рече госпођа Мелинда&lt;br /&gt;-Шта како?!-одговра дрско женски глас&lt;br /&gt;-Нисмо разумели како се зовеш?-љубазно понови госпођа Мелинда&lt;br /&gt;-Има нисте разумели?!-поново дрским тоно одговори женски глас&lt;br /&gt;-Тако је!-сада већ изнервирана госпођа Мелинда&lt;br /&gt;-Искра Шинтила. Зовем се Искра, а презивам се Шинтила. Студент Факултета политичких  наука из Београда. Ово да сам студент из Београда сте разумели? Је л'да?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Пар људи се благо насмејало, ја сам, наравно, био једини који је крикнуо од смеха. Осетио сам да ме госпођа Мелинда прекорно гледа али фућкало ми се за госпођу Мелинду.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Која курва! - шапнула је була из другог реда свом другу.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Сада сам већ морао да се окренем да видим ко је и да ли је курва. Имала је плаву косу, широко лице и минђушу у десној обрви. Курва није била , мада је вероватно за булу минђуша у десној обрви знак за разликовање поштених од курви.&lt;br /&gt;Одлучио сам да се до краја семинара дружим са Искром.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Пришао сам јој на паузи за кафу.&lt;br /&gt;-Гаврило.&lt;br /&gt;-Искра.&lt;br /&gt;-Разумео  сам.&lt;br /&gt;-Шта си раузмео?!&lt;br /&gt;-Да се зовеш Искра!&lt;br /&gt;-Па, Гаврило, драго ми је да си разумео - рече кочећи се у покушајима  да буде театрално опасна.&lt;br /&gt;Изазвала је у мени и одушевљење и жељу да је убијем.&lt;br /&gt;-'Оћеш да запалимо негде на пиће? Да мало исчилирамо, ово је баш досадно.&lt;br /&gt;-Може.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Док смо шетали  Сарајевом у потрази за кафићем причала је:&lt;br /&gt;-Знаш, Гаврило, ја нисам ни простак ни примитивац, већ будале само знају за она свакодневна имена што их чујеш по 3 пута дневно. Наставаљала је: Уосталом , мој дечко Милисав има ресторан у Сарајеву и ја када дођем овде дружим се само са финим светом. Не интересује ме ако се неком не свиђам, широк Дунав - раван Срем, молим лепо!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Искра и ја смо седели, а она је причала. Била је од оних ретких људи који могу да причају више од мене а да притом нису ни досадни ни напорни.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Милисав има још један ресторан у Београду.&lt;br /&gt;У тај ресторан ћемо касније често одлазити са намером  да се раскалашно понашамо, а успут исмевамо јеловник, грозне госте и укоченог Милисава. Тај Милисав ме је много нервирао! Никада није био у стању да разговетно говори, у почетку сам се трудио да разазнам његово мумлање да бих касније прешао на климање главе. Код Милисава сам наручивао све могуће глупости са руколом, не зато што сам је волео него из чистог ината јер је Милисав тврдио  како је рукола хит.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Искра и Милисав су се само у једном стопроцентно слагали. Обоје су слушали одвратну музику и излазили на брод-рестора-кафану "Свадба". На "Свадби" сам укупно био 4 пута што значи да је Искра обележавала 4 догађаја од када смо се упознали. Она је све просалвљала на "Свадби". На прославам сам увек био бело вино, увек седео за столом у ћошку и увек слушао исти бенд са истим репертоаром.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Када је Милисав побегао из Београда за Сарајево одакле се више никада неће вратити, све што је Искра рекла било је: Пропао је као муда кроз исцепане гаће.&lt;br /&gt;Једног дана у јуну 2008. умрла је Сенка.&lt;br /&gt;Сенка је била вансеријска жена, односно како је Искра волела да каже жена из угледне земунске породице.&lt;br /&gt;-И то нешто говори. - закључивала би.&lt;br /&gt;Тако је Емир Кустурица у најави демантован да смрт није непровјерена гласина.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Пре тога Искру су називали свакаквим именима, а од тада караконџулом. Морао сам се сложити претоврила се у караконџулу.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Те године се круг наших заједничких пријатеља значајно сузио. Било је ту покушаја да се у њега убаце неке сумњиве особе али оне или нису успеле у њега да уђу или се у њему нису дуго задржавале. Искра се тотално променила, мање смо се дружили а до мене су стилзале гласине да је очијукала са конобарима по београдским клубовима. Бранио сам је! Запрепашћени преносиоци гледали су ме разрогачених очију надајући се да када се смирим да ћу рећи нешто што ће допринети трачу.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Искру никада нисам напустио. Дружили смо се и док је нагло одрастала, само су нам се теме промениле. Искра је умела једнако забавно и театрално да прича о свему па и о кућним пословима.&lt;br /&gt;-Ја Гаврило не могу више, али морам. Ево, ја уместо да на миру телефонирам са тобом мени су руке у клозетској шољи, рибам Доместосом. Пре тога сам кувала за овог и за ону Василису црнокошуљашку. Али неке требаће неко њој да дрише дупе, али то нећу бити ја.&lt;br /&gt;-Што тако Шинти?&lt;br /&gt;-Свакако тако, него како? Нисам ја тиква без корена. Нећу дозовлити да ме примитивци и простаци прегазе.&lt;br /&gt;-Значи сада више ниси караконџула?&lt;br /&gt;-Како то мислиш караконџула?! Молим те Гаврило, онај ко ме познаје зна да ја никада нисам била караконџула.&lt;br /&gt;-Значи ниси више?&lt;br /&gt;-Сад сам се сва зајапурила, али ајде ако хоћеш ето нисам више.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Знао сам да испод тог оклопа караконџуле стоји добар човек. Кључ успеха нашег пријатељевања јесте наше идентично поимање пријатељства.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;После Сенкине потврде о смрти као тачној гласини Искра више није била тако осиона. Тражила је потврду за своја дела, ставове и консултовала се више него иначе па чак и по питању избора партнера.&lt;br /&gt;Тако смо скоро годину дана провели дискутујући о Спасоју. Мислила је да је Спасоје савршен за њу - мислио сам и ја. Навијао сам за Спасоја.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Међутим, Спасоје је доказ мојих промашених процена све се завршило тако што је Искру избацио из стана. Она је чак и размишљала да ли је то опростиво. Нарано да је неопростиво!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;У међувремену Искра је одустала од пројекта удаје чији је циљ био наћи мужа који ће јој дати слободу  цртања сунцокрета по свеже окреченом зиду. Како то код ње обично бива све промене су нагле. Да не дужим, она за 20 дана пређе пут од чедне девице до тетовиране кучке. Волим да верујем да је то резултат мог утицаја на Искрино сексуално ослобађање, ослобађање од малограђанштине. 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На тржишту се савршено види однос понуде и тражње.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Сходно томе тржиште Србије је дожвљава прави бум и понуде и тражње за баба-серама. Од легендарне баба-сере Еве Рас преко Јелене Карлеуше до Секе Алексић да би дожилево свој бум са Иваном Ивановићем деда-сером или како он воли за себе  да каже шмекер-сером. Ја га зовем особом са етнопсихолошким поремећајем динарског типа или како је то Јован Цвијић дефинисао наказом.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Папир и екрен трпе све, само са екраном не можете да се убришете, а са папираом (Ивановом колумном) можете.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Моје мишљење да је Иван Ивановић резултат једначине мали човек+дебео човек+зао човек се његовом колумном потврдило.&lt;br /&gt;Опет, разумем га. Како и не бити све то када се зовете Иван Ивановић, комплекси су чудо, а глупост наслеђена очито од родитеља који су му дали такво име. На мало чему сам захвалан својим родитељима, али ето, хвала им што се не зовем Живко Живковић!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Његову колумну под насловом "Шмекер" преносим у интегралној верзији из Новости! Иване честитам престигао си и Светлану и Јелену! Објављујеш у Новостима!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;А сада да шмекер и ја мало попричамо.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-58184" src="http://tracara.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/IvanIvanovic.jpg" alt="" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Šmeker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Bio jednom jedan sjajan film sa ovakvim naslovom. Govori o  sudbini mladog čoveka čiji život kreće nizbrdo. On živi u siromašnoj,  nesrećnoj porodici, ima poluverne drugove, nije siguran ko mu je pravi  otac, mora u vojsku, a na sve to izda ga najveća ljubav. Igra ga  fantastični Žarko Laušević.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taj momak sve ove udarce istrpi na nogama i ostaje svoj. Kad mu  se na glavu sruči čitav svet, on se uspravi i j**e majku svima, odlučan  da odbrani vrednosti u koje veruje i koje ga određuju kao muškarca.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Заборавио је да запиша дрво испред улаза у зграду.&lt;/span&gt; Zbog  svega ovoga taj momak zaslužuje titulu šmeker. Sve ovo što sam napisao  mogla bi biti definicija ovog pojma, koji je još uvek mnogima nejasan. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Само кад је теби све јасно.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="more-58176"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ovih dana, pada mi na pamet, ima li šmekera među nama? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ако себе сматраш шмекером,  онда се надам да нема. Бар не таквих као ти. Шмекер не једе чоколадну Карлеушу. Шмекер се не дружи са Секом и не ратује са Карлеушом!&lt;/span&gt; Taj film  je pričao o beogradskim momcima. Pokazivao je svetu, eto, takvi su oni,  beogradski šmekeri. Danas, deluje mi kao istorijski dokumentarac, eto,  takvi su bili oni, beogradski šmekeri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ja imam 35 godina i volim da verujem da pripadam poslednjim  generacijama iz ove kategorije.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Што је баби мило то јој се и снило.&lt;/span&gt; Volim da verujem da je važno sačuvati  taj šmek&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(смрад)&lt;/span&gt;, jer bez toga neće biti ni ovog grada. Kakvi su danas  beogradski momci?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesigurni u sebe, lepo obučeni, uplašeni od života i žena, posla i  šefa, stanuju kod svojih, nisu homofobični, piju umereno, preziru  nasilje i jedu povrće&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;једу поврће?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;. Drugim rečima, amebe.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Срам те било аморфна масо састављена од коже и сала!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bezlični pederčići, koji  imaju samo jednu želju, da ih svet prihvati&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(људи су социјална бића)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u svoju jednoličnu armiju,  sklonu razumevanju svega i svačega. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Наказо људска! Сподобо васколика! Тековина је цивилизације, купати се, бити лепо обучен, поштовати жену, поштовати различитост, ПРЕЗИРАТИ НАСИЉЕ НАРАВНО!! Јеси чуо за пацифистички покрет?! Не знам коју бих ти још увреду упутио, са увредама не стојим добро.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kod mene je sve počelo jednog leta u Braće Jerkovića, kada me moj  dobri drug Saša udario. Plačući sam došao kod mog oca i požalio se. Moj  Zoran mi je rekao: “Šta mi cmizdriš tu k’o neka p***a? Idi tamo i vrati  mu. Budi muško!” Razbio sam Saleta.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Већ сам горе предвидео да су ти родитељи глупи. &lt;/span&gt;Posle sam više puta dobio preko  nosa od raznih momaka, ali nikada niko za mene nije rekao da sam p***a. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Евиденто је да ниси довољно добио по пички! Који шмекер пише пичка са звездицама?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kada mi je zapelo sa ženom koju volim najviše na svetu, seo sam u kola i prevezao 2.050 km da joj kažem da je volim. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Заиста лепо и за свако похвалу.  Од кога је много је.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To su samo neki od primera iz mog života, koji pokazuju taj duh  grada zbog koga devojčicama cakle oči kada pričaju sa nama. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ја такве девојке, богу хвала, не познајем. Ја се не дружим&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;са малограђанима и малограђанкама, да не кажем нешто горе.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ono zbog  čega su nas mrzeli kada dođemo u kasarnu. Zbog čega baraba nije uvreda.  Ono zbog čega nismo nikada stvarno bili istočni blok.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Možda je meni bilo lako, jer ja sam za uzore imao Gagu Nikolića, Preleta i neke manje poznate gradske šmekere. A danas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danas, modernog muškarca muče raznim mukama i teraju na neke  kompromise sa sopstvenom prirodom i savijanje kičme pred svima. Tako  lagano umire šmeker &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(само си још ти жив)&lt;/span&gt;, a meni je žao zbog toga. Jedino što mogu, jeste da  zakukam i pozovem šmekere u penziji da pomognu. Ja dajem skromni  doprinos: Pogledajte filmove “Poslednji krug u Monci”, “Nacionalna  klasa”, “Vojnikova ljubav” i “Šmeker”. Pročitajte Tirnanićev “Beograd za  početnike” i “Beograd za ponavljače”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nađite Preletove kolumne i pročitajte ih sve. Ispravite leđa i  odjebite sve ono što ne volite i u šta ne verujete. Ko j**e one što vas  ne vole ili ne razumeju. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ко нас јебе?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Водитељи емисија домишљатог назива "Вече са Иваном Ивановићем".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Brinite o onima koji vas vole. Zajebite  poslovicu “Glava koja štrči, ne nosi se dugo”, taj omiljeni instrument  uprosečavanja. Glava koja ne štrči je dupe, a ne glava. A pravi ŠMEKER  uvek zna gde mu je dupe, a gde glava. Čuvajte duh grada i titulu ŠMEKER.  Jednoga dana, kada svi u Evropi budu identični, po toj tituli i duhu  ćemo se prepoznavati.” &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Шмекер по европским стандардима. Са жељом да следећу емисију радиш из ћелије воздра!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Да смо којим случајем у некој Канади Иван Ивановић би за овакво ширење мржње и нетолеранције био ухапшен а Новости кажњене за објављивање овог манифеста хушкања на насиље.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Немам више санге. Данас је требало да буде објављен један други текст али сам се морао позабавити овим. Биће у среду, ваљда.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-9186343340573165713?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/9186343340573165713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=9186343340573165713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/9186343340573165713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/9186343340573165713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Не једите поврће'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-7898183117414007714</id><published>2010-11-22T23:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:52:33.841+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amnesty International'/><title type='text'>Amnesty International "Signature"</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ehKA8vi2EbE?fs=1" frameborder="0" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-7898183117414007714?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/7898183117414007714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=7898183117414007714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7898183117414007714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7898183117414007714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2010/11/amnesty-international-signature.html' title='Amnesty International &quot;Signature&quot;'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ehKA8vi2EbE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-16302780475318078</id><published>2010-11-12T16:41:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:53:29.372+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Srbija'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pristanište'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comunale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beograd'/><title type='text'>Out and about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my ongoing quest to discover new and interesting places in Belgrade, I  stumbled upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Comunale&lt;/span&gt;. Its an Italian bar-restaurant located at  Belgrade  docks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/TN1oDq_BxgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/un5KydgxLvs/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/TN1oDq_BxgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/un5KydgxLvs/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538697529023120898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an average size restaurant always half-empty or half-full and industrially designed, some would say soulless but that's the way I like it.&lt;br /&gt;As I said it is an Italian place so you can order only Italian drinks and dishes and there is not a large variety of them to choose from, but they are all delicious. When it comes to drinks I usually have thus I can recommend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Birra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moretti&lt;/span&gt;  and Cafe Latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the prices its very cheaper, cheaper than some cafes near the faculty, for example, the most expensive past is 500din and the most expensive beer is 200din and all sweets cost 300din. So you can  have a whole meal for 1000din if you  chose to have the highest priced past. So, pasta 500din + glass of wine 200din and something for dessert 300din equals 1000din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to try something new go explore, you'll be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. See you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-16302780475318078?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/16302780475318078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=16302780475318078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/16302780475318078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/16302780475318078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-and-about.html' title='Out and about'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/TN1oDq_BxgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/un5KydgxLvs/s72-c/IMG_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2497394204754090750</id><published>2010-11-05T15:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:55:01.664+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mtv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mtv Serbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mtv Awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mtv Adria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='European Music Awards'/><title type='text'>MTV European Music Awards Madrid 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are only two days left until the MTV European Music Awards.&lt;br /&gt;Being passionate music lover and an avid MTV follower the MTV EMA is the music event of the year for me! It is on Sunday hence Sunday is my day! Please don't disturb me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Best Adria Act went to Sebia to Gramophondžie. Congratulations! I'm certain you all now their huge hit "Why don't you"and if you don't you can listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uT8OEtf5r1U&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your in Serbia you can watch it on MTV Serbia on Sunday at 9:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the nominees and the ones I voted for are in bold (voting is closed now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;table style="width: 680px; height: 1151px;" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kings Of Leon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirty Seconds to Mars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Muse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ozzy Osbourne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Alternative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gorillaz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paramore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vampire Weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arcade Fire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Pop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady Gaga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Katy Perry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Miley Cyrus&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Rihanna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hip&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;T.I.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eminem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kanye West&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lil Wayne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snoop Dogg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Live Act&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Lady Gaga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Muse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kings of Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Linkin Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Best Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Usher - OMG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katy Perry feat. Snoop Dogg – California Gurls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eminem feat. Rihanna – Love the Way You Lie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rihanna – Rude Boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady Gaga – Bad Romance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Best Male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eminem&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justinin Bieber&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Enrique Iglesias&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Kanye West&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shakira&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Best New Act&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ke$ha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; B.o.B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Jason Derulo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan B &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Justin Bieber &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Video&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirty Seconds to Mars – Kings and Queens&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katy Perry – California Gurls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lady Gaga feat. Beyonce - Telephone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan B – Prayin’&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eminem feat Rihanna – Love the Way You Lie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Push Act &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ke$ha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexandra Burke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Jason Derulo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selena Gomez and The Scene        &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; B.o.B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Drums &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Professor Green &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Hurts &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Mike Posner &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best World Stage&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Performance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Green Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thirty Seconds to Mars&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gorillaz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt; P.S. If you like Gibonni he'll be Taking over MTV for the weekend whole weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PBkIieZ2Z44?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sr_RS"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PBkIieZ2Z44?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sr_RS" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/share" class="twitter-share-button" url="dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com" text="Check this blog out!" count="vertical" via="dooshan"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://platform.twitter.com/widgets.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2497394204754090750?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2497394204754090750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2497394204754090750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2497394204754090750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2497394204754090750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2010/11/mtv-european-music-awards-madrid-2010.html' title='MTV European Music Awards Madrid 2010'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-5825820846058330738</id><published>2010-11-01T16:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:26:01.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be what you will...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dusan Markovic, a friend of mine, once wrote "Mislim da je veliko postignuce ne biti jednostavan i ne uklapati se u kalup obicnog coveka" translated to English it reads "&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;I think it's a great achievement not to be simple and does not fit into the mold of an ordinary man" - I couldn't agree more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;But every now and then I catch myself trying to fit into the mold of an ordinary man, trying to fit in, trying to be average. Because its easier when you are average,  no strange looks, no questions asked, no need to explain your actions and to elaborate on your character.&lt;br /&gt;Then that would mean that I should be an average Joe, that I should make huge sacrifices, that I shouldn't read, that I should go to folk "music" concerts, that I shouln't study languages, that I should resent and gossip everyone who  is unique.  It is always easier to be part of the masses to be part of the flock, so to say.  I wanted to be part of the flock, just the shepard didn't let me. It's not worth it! The ticket for the flock is too expensive when in fact it should be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;I have never thought that not being simple is an achievement, but when I read his words it made me realize that it really is an achievement. It is an achievement because not being simple means constant resistant to the behaviour and values imposed by the mediocre superficial people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;If you are different strive to be unique! We need you, there is not enough progressive people to lead this world (country) forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="" title=""&gt;Be what you will because you are your destiny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bRty0xiZYbc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sr_RS"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bRty0xiZYbc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sr_RS" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-5825820846058330738?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/5825820846058330738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=5825820846058330738' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5825820846058330738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/5825820846058330738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2010/11/be-what-you-will.html' title='Be what you will...'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-4047869324219668537</id><published>2010-10-26T12:30:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T03:59:13.487+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telekom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ljiljana Čolić'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Telekom Srbija'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Radiša Urošević'/><title type='text'>Симбол демократије</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Пре него што се згрозите избројте до 10 и удахните дубоко................................................................................................................РАДИША УРОШЕВИЋ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Радиша Урошевић, предузетник, певач, српски домаћин доживео је линч  због његовог именовања за члана управног одбора ПТТ-а, наравно с правом.&lt;br /&gt;Али да ли је он једини нестручан тамо или у било ком управном одбору било ког државног предузећа? Да ли су се обрушили на њега због његове музике? Признајем не знам ни једну Радишину песму, али не сумњам да су опскурне. Да ли су се обрушили на њега зато што је "естрадни уметник" или су се обрушили на њега због његове руралне (гротескне) појаве?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ја у Радиши Урошевићу видим симбол демократије искреног, здраворазумског човек који се повукао због притиска јавности. Повукао се зато што се у телекомуникације разме као што се и ја разумем у математику. Ја знам да саберем два броја на дигитрону он знам да окрене седмоцифрени број на телефону. Поруке, претпостављам не куца јер маторци то не знају, можда је Радиша изузетак. Не знам. Разуме се у управљање малим и средњим предузећима, али опет признаје да водити пољопривредно газдинство и управљати телекомуникационим гигантом није исто. Једини је којег сам чуо да је рекао да је спреман да учи и да ће већ на првој седници управног одбора тражити материјал.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Нико га није сменио сам ја поднео оставку због притиска скандализоване јавности, једног код нас потпуно необавезујућег притиска и законски и морално. Реално није морао! Ми бисмо се скандализовали још дан два и после ником ништа.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Изгледа да су наказе у овој земљи најморалније (не могу да се сетим неке боље речи, а у морал, као категорију, не верујем) на пример Љиљана Чолић - Амфилохије бивша министарка просвете  је поднела оставку такође због притиска јавности. Госпођа Чолић - Амфилохије се здушно борила да се из уџбеника биологије избаци Дарвинова теорија еволуције и замени теоријом креационизма.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;За 10 година два примера! Један, два! Господин Урошевић, госпођа Чолић - Амфилохије, крај! Зашто више нападати Радишу човек је показао да није сујетан, признао је да се не разуме у посао и повукао се, а то се код нас изузетно ретко дешава!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;У то име Радиша, живели!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NmCtMb8yF0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sr_RS"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8NmCtMb8yF0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=sr_RS" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-4047869324219668537?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/4047869324219668537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=4047869324219668537' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4047869324219668537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/4047869324219668537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_26.html' title='Симбол демократије'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-1468518273320239409</id><published>2010-10-26T12:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:29:57.121+02:00</updated><title type='text'>An explanation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I am trying to bring this blog back to life, yet again I have to explain some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is bi-lingual, Serbian and English. I will mostly write in English and I will use Serbian only when I'm writing about Serbia's internal issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for comments, they don't appear appear immediately because they are moderated due to a lot of spam, so don't worry your comment will appear and I strongly encourage you to comment on posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog will be updated once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll have fun reading this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-1468518273320239409?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/1468518273320239409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=1468518273320239409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1468518273320239409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1468518273320239409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2010/10/explanation.html' title='An explanation'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-6215685489459439248</id><published>2010-10-25T00:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:04:14.352+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biljana Srbljanovic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E-novine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jelena Karleusa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utisak nedelje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pescanik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDP'/><title type='text'>ЈК или Јебени Каријес  - Огњени мач убија Жар - птицу</title><content type='html'>Културна елита се диви свеколиком литерарном и ораторском умећу Јелене Карлеуше. Немам ништа против онога што је поменута изговорила/написала, у неким стварима се чак и слажемо.  Растужује ме чињеница да је кулутрној елити довољно да неко понови њихово мишљење да би га прихватили као свог без обзира на минули рад индивидуе. Дакле битно је да понваља матрицу: Пешчаника, Е-новина, ЛДП-а, Оље Бећковић, Биљане Србљановић. Матрицу, такозване, моје, "друге" Србије.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ОДРИЧЕМ ВАС СЕ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Одричем се &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Пешчаника! &lt;/span&gt;Одричем вас се зато што сте објавили 3 афирмативна текста о Јелени Карлеуши, која је доскора за вас представљала оличење свега негативног. Заједно са вама одричем се и редитеља "Шишања" јер је хвалио ЈК и сада нећу гледати његов филм јер му не дам своје паре као и што не купујем дискове Јелене Карлеуше. Одричем вас се јер не желим да ме на www.pescanik.net сачека Јелена Карлеуша.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Одричем се &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Е-новина! &lt;/span&gt;Одричем вас се јер сте пренели две колумне ЈК и објавили два афирмативна текста о истој. Одричем вас се јер сте после свега написаног у стању да пренесете нешто објављено у Куриру. Одричем вас се јер сте пуни горчине, а пошто слушате ЈК не чуди ме.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Одричем се &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ЛДП-а!&lt;/span&gt; Одричем вас се јер сам видео Јелену Карлеушу на вашој трибини. Нисам веровао, мислио сам да је у питању монтажа. Касније ме обавестише да сте је позвали. Одричем вас се јер сте гласали за закон о информисању. Одричем вас се јер је Биљана Србљановић перфидно рекла да се на журкама ЛДП-а слуша ЈК. Одричем вас се јер сте легло индоктринације.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Одричем се &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Оље Бећковић и Утиска недеље! &lt;/span&gt;Одричем те се Оља зато што си позвала ЈК у Утисак недеље. Одрчием те се јер ти је Шкабо водио емисију. Шкабо, човек који реченице започиње и завршава са значи а брате користи као везник. Нисам се сложио са Венди када је рекла да си олиндрала жена, али јеси олиндралог си мозга јер за 20 година ниси успела да ни најмање освеживш своју емисију.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Одричем се&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Биљане Србљановић! &lt;/span&gt;Одричем те се јер си се нашла позваном да тумачиш речи Јелене Карлеуше! Ево једне, како би твоји другари из е-новина рекли, озабављене верзије твог текста.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uopšte ne razumem: šta su se svi navadili da se podsmevaju Jeleni  Karleuši, naročito oni koji “inače pozdravljaju njen gest”, ali se  ozbiljno čude odakle to njoj i kako to i zamislite čuda i sve tako.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Vrhunac je što se usudila da dođe na tribinu LDP-a, tačnije, to što  je očigledno prihvatila poziv. Pa što da ne dođe? I što da je ne pozovu?  Žena je istupila politički hrabro i pametno, pa što da ne bude pozvana  na političku tribinu stranke sa istim programom? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Врхунац је што су је они позвали!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mrzi me da elaboriram, a i nemam kome. Ipak hoću da kažem: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Логорејични људи причају иако знају да немају коме.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- tekst joj je odličan i volela bih da sam ga ja napisala, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Од сада више не читам твоје драме! Текст је осредњи.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- nije jedina i nije prva, pa šta? kamo sreće da je milioniprva, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Слажем се.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- nije se setila danas, ni juče, nego se žena već dugo aktivno zalaže za gej prava, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Слажем се.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- plus, priču jeste proširila na ono što je još važnije, ne samo na  LGBT pitanje, već na elementarno ljudsko pravo da se bude drugačiji, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Добро си то приметила.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- više kapiram JK sa LDP nego LDP sa SPS, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Не капирам ништа!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- ne znam ni jednu njenu pesmu, pa šta? Ne znam ni od Ledi Gaga, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Требало би да знаш да се и име и презиме ставља у падеж тако да "од Леди Гаге, не од Леди Гага&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Потврда да више не читам твоје драме.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- ni ona, sto posto, ne zna ni jednu moju dramu, ama koga je to briga? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ако никог то није брига  и ако је то исто онда хоћу да ми рефундираш паре које сам давао да бих и читао и гледао твоје драме. Да ми рефундираш и за "Болест породице М" и за "Пад" и за "Барбело о псима и деци" и за "Америку 2.део". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- uopšte se ne radi ni o muzici, niti o "umetnosti", radi se o konkretnom društveno odgovornom gestu, a i:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- nije baš da se na žurevima LDP-a slušaju Darkvudi. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Образложих у претходном тексту.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na kraju:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- botox je, kao, blam, a karijes maksile nije? Aha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Слажем се. Хвала ти. Дала си ми инспирацију за наслов овог поста.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="left_image imidz" style="width: 460px;" title="Photo: www.svet.rs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.e-novine.com/files.php?file=photo/entertainment/jelena_karleusa/Jelena_Karleusa_LDP_04_h_362923845.jpg" border="0" height="248" width="460" /&gt; &lt;div class="image_caption"&gt; &lt;div class="image_author"&gt;Photo: www.svet.rs&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sve je to obično kultur-rasističko prenemaganje ljudi koji jedino što  umeju je – da se podsmevaju iz ćoska. A ruganje je beskorisna i  inferiorna aktivnost. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;А шта си ти радила?! Исто си се ругала из ћошка а ја сам те подржавао јер смо се ругали истима.&lt;/span&gt;Ova žena je nešto napravila, iskoristila uticaj  koji ima kod populacije hostilne ili u najboljem slučaju neosetljive na  LGBT probleme i solidarno stala uz ugroženu manjinu. A da joj se to,  pritom, uopšte ne isplati. Jer, i meni mutavoj je jasno da gest nije  nimalo kalkulantski i da je to ono što je izazvalo svu ovu lavinu. Ta  iskrenost se ne prašta. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Е сада када си признала да си мутава, иако мислим да ниси, понављам да не читам (више) мутаве писце. Или си то рекла како  би добила комплимент да ниси мутава, већ сјајан драматург.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Tekst objavljen na sajtu Peščanika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Сада када сам се одрекао "друге" Србије, "прва" Србија никада није била моја преостаје ми само да http://www.immi.gov.au/ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-6215685489459439248?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/6215685489459439248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=6215685489459439248' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6215685489459439248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/6215685489459439248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='ЈК или Јебени Каријес  - Огњени мач убија Жар - птицу'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-712159895576054685</id><published>2009-08-13T23:53:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:53:33.644+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer Fest</title><content type='html'>For five years in a row Belgrade Beer Fest is held in August. For the first three times it was held at the Kalemegdan Fortress and as the festival grew bigger it was moved to the Usce (confluence) to a much bigger space.&lt;p&gt;I went there on 10th of August for the opening night. I can say that it was quite good but I think it cannot be compared to the previous years. Maybe I wasn&amp;#39;t in a good company. Maybe! ( Some people that went there with me thought that festival is still taking place at Kalemegdan.&lt;p&gt;The journey starts at Zeleni Venac in the crowded bus full of young people standing on each other&amp;#39;s head and a few old geezers doing there best to find their way through the jungle of youngster in order to reach for the seat. &lt;p&gt;When we get there the most of the time we spent at Niksicko beer stand, because I like their dark beer and it wasn&amp;#39;t easy to find a dark beer at the Beer Festival. Later we were joined by a couple of friends who were only interested to get drunk! But at the end what is the point of the cheap beer!&lt;p&gt;The second part of the night we spent at the Jelen Beer stand and then we went near the stage to listen to one of my favorite bands Negative.&lt;p&gt;I think this is my first and last night at the Belgrade Beer Fest because I have to study a lot for my upcoming exams.&lt;p&gt;At the end: it could have been better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-712159895576054685?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/712159895576054685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=712159895576054685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/712159895576054685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/712159895576054685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2009/08/beer-fest.html' title='Beer Fest'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-1278770091636663206</id><published>2009-08-08T22:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:53:56.607+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk away now and you're gonna loose a war</title><content type='html'>How our past is important for our future? I don't live in the past, but I try to analise every mistake I have made and I try to learn something from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned a lot from mistakes I have made, from jobs I have lost, from things I have said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is too much competition and temptation among people, maybe that is the process of the modern natural selection, maybe if you don't succeed or if you don't reach a certain level / standard in certain time frame it means - you are a failure?! Your principles, attitude, opinions and ideas wont get you anywhere, well at least in this country and in this system.&lt;br /&gt;So, get rid of the attitude, principles and new ideas! Just follow the pattern! Don't speak and think much! Hide your ambition before it gets killed from the competition!&lt;br /&gt;Showing your capabilities will not get you promoted, you will be put in the shadow, in order not to bring in danger your superiors!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are all different, we all have different plans, some of us live from today to tomorrow, some of us have long lasting plans and goals to reach. We have different priorities and different ways to solve problems...so lets not compare each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am following my path and I am walking towards my goals.&lt;br /&gt;I am prepared to fail but I want to know I tried!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, maybe, one day...who knows...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-1278770091636663206?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/1278770091636663206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=1278770091636663206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1278770091636663206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1278770091636663206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2009/08/walk-away-now-and-you-gonna-loose-war.html' title='Walk away now and you&apos;re gonna loose a war'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-363120568358159795</id><published>2009-07-13T18:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:44:57.105+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Belgrade</title><content type='html'>Listening to the Killers while writing this post....Are we human or are we dancer or are we homo-politcos or homo-idiotes? That's something to keep you busy.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 6th I was in Popinci, a village north of Belgrade in Srem region. I was travelling there with my grandmother, it usually takes 45 minutes to get there, but because she loves to do everything early we left the house at 7 am, meaning 4 hours earlier than planned and usually needed time to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was an adventure through Serbian public transportation system, changing buses with old folks that are running to get a free seat and trowing their bags on it, from a 1 meter distance. Batajnica, one of the stops we made, I found it a bit too undeveloped and with some strange people living there so I was more than happy when our bus came and we were on our way to Stara Pazova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the road between Stara Pazova and Popinci I felt like time stopped there or that we even went few years back in time! The bus was very old, the tickets were still sold by the bus driver, bus stops were still rusty and old, the bus doors couldn't be properly closed which was an advantage because this way is less hot in the bus because wind goes in and out ,as of course, there is no air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Popinci (Popintsi), nothing changed there in ages and I haven't been there for a very long time, I think it could even be up to the 3 years since my last visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But pictures speak better then words - see it for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SltztsjfjkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eJcD8TkGlro/s1600-h/04072009092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SltztsjfjkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eJcD8TkGlro/s320/04072009092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358003410578673218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SltzuEbg6ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rQkqRq6V5Vs/s1600-h/04072009093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SltzuEbg6ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/rQkqRq6V5Vs/s320/04072009093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358003416987658642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SltzueCnyTI/AAAAAAAAACE/z9kXjgvtMa8/s1600-h/04072009096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SltzueCnyTI/AAAAAAAAACE/z9kXjgvtMa8/s320/04072009096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358003423862573362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Home Sweet Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-363120568358159795?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/363120568358159795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=363120568358159795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/363120568358159795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/363120568358159795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-of-belgrade.html' title='Out of Belgrade'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SltztsjfjkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eJcD8TkGlro/s72-c/04072009092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-1372405165648534890</id><published>2009-06-28T23:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:54:58.137+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olja and Michael we salute you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfmnzzdFNI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZYZOsR8GshY/s1600-h/michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfmnzzdFNI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZYZOsR8GshY/s320/michael-jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352500253748434130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfmLATCtFI/AAAAAAAAABc/qN2hwf9P-9g/s1600-h/olja+ivanjicki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfmLATCtFI/AAAAAAAAABc/qN2hwf9P-9g/s320/olja+ivanjicki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352499758885942354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-1372405165648534890?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/1372405165648534890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=1372405165648534890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1372405165648534890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/1372405165648534890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2009/06/olja-and-michael-we-salute-you.html' title='Olja and Michael we salute you!'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfmnzzdFNI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZYZOsR8GshY/s72-c/michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-822186615862675678</id><published>2009-06-28T22:24:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:49:06.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly update</title><content type='html'>Last two weeks I had to study for my exams that why I posted when of my speeches and I will be doing the same in the future when I don't have time to write or I am too busy studying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These several weeks were very fun with lots of partying and seeing old friends. But not Dunja Radovic partying stile you can not beat her at that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PARTY TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First party I attended after a long time was the party organized by the Club for the United Nations, this club operates at my faculty, Faculty of Political Sciences. The party was held  at the club Noir in the Knez Mihailova street (the main street). I went there with Nebojsa and Milena aka Serbian Carry Bradshaw as she requested me to call her on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfWx18Io-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/AEMq31uNzwE/s1600-h/05062009067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfWx18Io-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/AEMq31uNzwE/s320/05062009067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352482833934361570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milena Djilas aka Serbian Carry Bradshaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The party was fun, but not so much fun because I dint like the music.  I like to listen House or Rock music. At the club they played some too old house and after it Serbian turbo folk with some old 90s song.  I couldn't stand it any more, so when the 90s music started I putted my own earphones and I started to listen my own music i.e The Killers and James Morrison. We left the club at 3am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also invited to Spartanac promo party but I missed it because of the Exams.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After long, long, long time ago I went to University I had few errands to do. I finished in a couple of minutes and the rest of the time I spent with Alexandar aka Rakus and Djordje in the Uni's main classroom. While speaking with them, which is always fun, I discovered that Alexandar is really funny, open-minded and unique and interesting person.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfZmPXifRI/AAAAAAAAABE/eF9DXiO6B04/s1600-h/Aca+faca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfZmPXifRI/AAAAAAAAABE/eF9DXiO6B04/s320/Aca+faca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352485933136641298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alexandar aka Rakus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the weekend I met with Zorana and Sofija. Zorana and I went to our favorite place - Philip. We had a dark beer and enjoyed catching up. We like Philip because you can always find a spot there and the music they play is modern pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I had a walk along the river with Sofija. Sofija is absolutely the best person I know. She is someone I hold in high esteem and I firmly believe that people like Sofija could not be met twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/Skfc1coYSAI/AAAAAAAAABM/4YJ_zGfJYD8/s1600-h/PB012%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/Skfc1coYSAI/AAAAAAAAABM/4YJ_zGfJYD8/s320/PB012%5B1%5D" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352489492929857538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sofija&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfgkkUpYJI/AAAAAAAAABU/kxxTgOXrIKc/s1600-h/zozu+i+ja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfgkkUpYJI/AAAAAAAAABU/kxxTgOXrIKc/s320/zozu+i+ja.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352493600983310482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zorana and me at Philip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please comment here on the blog not on the Facebook. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-822186615862675678?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/822186615862675678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=822186615862675678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/822186615862675678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/822186615862675678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekly-update.html' title='Weekly update'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uUu2KLQoFv8/SkfWx18Io-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/AEMq31uNzwE/s72-c/05062009067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-9104071647962756066</id><published>2009-06-11T23:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:18:59.577+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Improvizovana beseda izgovorena na javnom ćasu u Dečijem kulturnom centru.&lt;p&gt;ОЦЕНА&lt;p&gt;Притисак је превелики! Сви нас оцењују! Пријатељи, професори у школи и на факултету, оцењују нас на разгoвoру за посао. &lt;br&gt;Као државу оцењују нас међународне организације, нама најближа и најомраженија Европска унија и Хашки трибунал.&lt;p&gt;Добар професор може много да научи своје ученике, јер се међусобно мотивишу. Какви смо ми ђаци? Ако сте сада помислили на Директора, ствар је јасна - недовољан један. &lt;br&gt;Ако сте помислили на нас као државу..., па Карла више није могла да се бори са нама, па је побегла у амбасадоре. За остале еворпске бирократе амбасаде су остале затворене, те они и даље покушавају нечему да нас науче, али ми имамо пушкице!&lt;br&gt;Они нама „Бели Шенген&amp;quot;, ми њима фалсификоване пасоше&lt;br&gt;Они нама пут у Финску за ђаке, ми њима пошаљемо директора&lt;br&gt;Они нама новац за Коридор 10, ми њима „маца појела паре&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Сећате се, још док смо били у школи, сви смо имали оног једног што седи у последњој клупи, никада ништа не прича, никада ништа не зна, али зато што је био миран целе године и није ометао час, на крају добије два. &lt;p&gt;Ми смо час одавно минирали, никада ништа нисмо научили, а магарећу клупу нећемо никада напустити.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-9104071647962756066?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/9104071647962756066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=9104071647962756066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/9104071647962756066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/9104071647962756066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2009/06/improvizovana-beseda-izgovorena-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-7242535590345434184</id><published>2009-06-04T02:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:53:45.121+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Urban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... or how not to live a rural life in Belgrade. Sounds difficult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am living in country that is mainly rural, so are all those who try to live a urban life are condemn to fail.For the beginning here is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_culture"&gt;definition of urban culture&lt;/a&gt;. Having read this we learned that the urban is a culture and the way of life in the cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to mainly rural population suddenly being urban in Serbia has negative connotation. Many people identify fancy people with urban ones, which is big difference fancy is just a trend and it will pass soon.  Fancy is urban wanna be! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living an urban life in my opinion means to follow the city events, going to the theatre, going to the cinema, listening to normal music, going to normal clubs, being educated and open minded, know how to make a conclusion by yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lead a really metropolitan and lets say modern life also in Belgrade. There are so many clubs to go such as: Sikara, Sikarica, Batler, Francuska sobarica, Povetarac, Freestyler, Sound, Scatch...&lt;br /&gt;You can watch cheap plays at Atelje 212.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just try a bit you will find out that there is a lot of thing to do in this city and that many of them are free.  You can read about city events at http://www.citymagazine.rs  During the summer there are a lot of festivals you can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is easier to fit in, but don't accept something that promotes stupidity and absolute absence of common sense and normal behaviour even though if you will have more friends that way! Be unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to resist the rural wave that is coming to our city!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgrade is New York of the Balkans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ItLrtmMNe-Q"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killers - Read My Mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-7242535590345434184?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/7242535590345434184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=7242535590345434184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7242535590345434184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7242535590345434184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2009/06/ultimate-urban.html' title='Ultimate Urban'/><author><name>Dusan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02363753662624596736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cNTY5W-DWgI/Tb9KtlgRtVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/f2T4AgKWYGI/s220/profil%2Bfotografija.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-2701396972540345818</id><published>2008-11-03T23:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:50:57.245+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has been a while since my last post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last saturday I went to the club for the first time since several months. My friends and I decided to get really drunk and I mean get drunk before going to the club. I was at my grandmothers house. We bought Schweps and gin and gathered there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Gin Tonic was so strong that after only one glass we were already drunk we drank two glasses and the rest we brought with us and we drank it in the bus, a bit on each stop! At the club I had a white vine so, that was the end for me. Anyway I think that clubs are not my thing any more I had fun but I could leave way before 1am. I didn't know many of the songs, it was over crowed etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I arrived home at 4am and went to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-2701396972540345818?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/2701396972540345818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=2701396972540345818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2701396972540345818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/2701396972540345818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-night-out.html' title='Saturday night out'/><author><name>Dusan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tuhHWL-PHlg/SHFCyQXleII/AAAAAAAAAAU/Eif5680oZeQ/S220/IMG015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-3339341618888349410</id><published>2008-07-17T00:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T01:58:30.311+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I just wonder what happened in my life. Suddenly, some of my friendships I considered important fade away. People I took as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsible&lt;/span&gt; and confident betrayed me or I figured out that they are failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the problems in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friendships&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt; are our expectations? When you expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; you get disappointed when your expectations are not met, when you do not expect anything you are always satisfied! Is simple as that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;personally&lt;/span&gt; the most difficult thing to accept is broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;promises&lt;/span&gt; and that is happening right now! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt; made to me a long time ago is breaking now. The thing is that the person in question didn't have the guts to see me in person, call me or even send me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; with just honest explanation what happened. I'm just being avoid and it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bodering&lt;/span&gt; me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that I learned a new life's lesson DO NOT CHANGE YOUR OPINION ABOUT PEOPLE QUICKLY! I considered this person really bad one when I met him, then I thought he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; good but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I made a mistake and I am paying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I would be in the place I wanted to be if I took some insults or if I didn't say some things that had to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I began to think what is the purpose of life and I am having a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;philosophical&lt;/span&gt; questions on my mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the period when everything is going down: university, work, friendships, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;relationships&lt;/span&gt;...everything that could go down already went down for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-3339341618888349410?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/3339341618888349410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=3339341618888349410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3339341618888349410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/3339341618888349410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-happened.html' title='What happened?'/><author><name>Dusan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tuhHWL-PHlg/SHFCyQXleII/AAAAAAAAAAU/Eif5680oZeQ/S220/IMG015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-7869101604523524489</id><published>2008-07-07T00:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:24:43.897+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maja's and Djiki's birthday parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Two most complicated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;birthdays&lt;/span&gt; I have ever been to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Djiki&lt;/span&gt; is born on 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of July, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maja&lt;/span&gt; is born on 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. Somehow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Djiki&lt;/span&gt; decides to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; her birthday on the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, so it is on the same day as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Maja's&lt;/span&gt;. Two birthdays on the same day. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Maja&lt;/span&gt; moves her party for 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July and informs everybody about the changes, few hours later I have received a text message from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Djiki&lt;/span&gt; telling me that she also decided to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt; on 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, bummer! On Saturday I had to be on two places at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; time! They both got the same present - text me to tell you what I bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Djiki's&lt;/span&gt; party started at 22:00 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Maja's&lt;/span&gt; much earlier but the problem was that they are on two different parts of the city, one lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ledine&lt;/span&gt; and the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;threw&lt;/span&gt; a party at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Dalmatinska&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;str&lt;/span&gt;. no 33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so hectic! I was running all night long from one part of the town to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; par of it. I dressed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;casually&lt;/span&gt;, because I became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; fat that nothing fits me, took a taxi to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Dalmatinska&lt;/span&gt; stayed 30min, gave present, drank 3 vodkas, took a taxi again to Republic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Square&lt;/span&gt;, then took a bus to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ledine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Maja's&lt;/span&gt; house. I arrived around midnight so the party was almost over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Maja&lt;/span&gt; was really beautiful, in a dress, which is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;unusual&lt;/span&gt; for her. There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt;some her basketball team friends, our friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Nenad&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Sanja&lt;/span&gt;, our friend since childhood wasn't present because she was very drunk yesterday, but we all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;though&lt;/span&gt; she felt stupid to be there because she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Maja&lt;/span&gt; didn't speak for a year. Well, both is truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Beti&lt;/span&gt; and her ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; Nikola missed the last bus or they wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; it... anyways they stayed last and I stayed a bit with them but then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank a glass of beer and 4 glasses of wine. This is the first time I was drunk on her birthday. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;barley&lt;/span&gt; reached my h&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ouse&lt;/span&gt;, which is luckily few meters away from hers. I went to bed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;fell&lt;/span&gt; a sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I forgot my glasses at her place. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-7869101604523524489?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/7869101604523524489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=7869101604523524489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7869101604523524489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/7869101604523524489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2008/07/majas-and-djikis-birthday-parties.html' title='Maja&apos;s and Djiki&apos;s birthday parties'/><author><name>Dusan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tuhHWL-PHlg/SHFCyQXleII/AAAAAAAAAAU/Eif5680oZeQ/S220/IMG015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-8039606155726845204</id><published>2008-07-07T00:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:29:44.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New life chapter</title><content type='html'>Since last Monday(all big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt; are made on Monday) I decided to star living &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;healthier&lt;/span&gt;.  I am getting up earlier around 9 o'clock and going running at 10 with my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dasa&lt;/span&gt;. We are running every day for an hour, then I am on a diet since I gain a lot of weight during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eurovison&lt;/span&gt; period. So I think I am on a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;road to&lt;/span&gt; success.&lt;br /&gt;As many people told me running is good for all your muscles, and I also bought small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weights&lt;/span&gt; to put on my arms, this way I will use arm muscles more.&lt;br /&gt;Just to tell you, this running is very difficult but I ma not going to give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937226183076186949-8039606155726845204?l=dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/feeds/8039606155726845204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2937226183076186949&amp;postID=8039606155726845204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8039606155726845204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937226183076186949/posts/default/8039606155726845204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusanzivkovic.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-life-chapter.html' title='New life chapter'/><author><name>Dusan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tuhHWL-PHlg/SHFCyQXleII/AAAAAAAAAAU/Eif5680oZeQ/S220/IMG015.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937226183076186949.post-962149158366131341</id><published>2008-07-07T00:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:18:34.631+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>I'm welcoming you all to my new blog, hope you will enjoy it and have fun. 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