Ovih noći sanjam na srpskom

pohvale uzasno prijaju, ali covek ne zna sta da na njih kaze. Hvala vam. Da vi znate koliko mi je drago da vam se dopalo.

kao mala smrt , oporavak , misao u letu , "izdravano lice" , secanja i
...i onda ... ponovo .
sjajno pises !

nevoervoatno. Sad znate da niste jedini.

very funny :)

I jos samo ovo - dobrodosao!

tek kada sam okačila svoj kom sam videla vaš. Dakle, nije funny, slučajno su ovakva dva komentara jedan iza drugog.

I Dejane nemoj da brišeš, molim te, pusti nas da plačemo. Sećaš se:
Ja: Rasplakala sam se čitajući blog. Da li sam ja normalna?
Vi svi u glas: Nisi!

ali sada ako razmislis, verovatno su oba posta napisana u otprilike isto vreme. Dobra ti je procena"rasplakaces zenskinje", mada je tekst takav da ko zna koliko ljudi tamo negde place. Posebno ako su u nekom setnom raspolozenju danima, kao ja. Ipak je vreme praznika, raznih godisnjica, Nova godina, ukrasi, filmovi o Deda Mrazu, itd.

I u redu je plakati.

Dejane - boas vindas!
p.s.ako se tako kaze

izbrisacu post, majke mi.

Nije dotle doslo! To ja onako, za sebe!

Dejane, i meni se oči cakle, sad dal' je zbog toga što me grlo boli već danima ili zbog pasusa o staramajkinoj posveti na ručnom radu...

Nemojte brisati post, zbog ovakvih stvari i čitam blog.

necu :-)

Malo smo zasuzili, jer smo ga vec procitali.I ja sam se posle duzeg vremena vratio u Beograd, dosao za novogodisnje praznike.I osecam atmosferu proslosti o kojoj ste pisali.I pitam se-zar je bas sve tako moralo da ispadne.....

:-)

...suvenir, virozu ovoooooliku, pa sedim i kašljucam uz komp, a onda ti sa ovom pričom, odmah sam počela ubrzano da šmrkćem, sve mi se zamaglilo i razmazalo pred očima...od viroze naravno :)))

...se i meni ide, iz nepoznatih razloga me uhvatilo, već godinu dana bih samo da pogledam Ohrid, samo mrvicu...Još kad mi naleti "Makedo" od druga Darka Rundeka, e lepo bi peške krenula...

...sam zavoleo kroz pesmu "Makedonija",a u srce zarezao kad sam video Ohrid,sprijateljio se sa nekim likovima.

Ove godine smo trebali ici tamo ,al sve je propalo.
Neko je hteo u Grcku nije hteo na Ohrid,tako vec pola godine ubedjujem Brata da idemo na Ohrid,al bezuspeshno.
"Besmrtna ko srce shto vekovima bije"omiljeni stih iz pesme.

otkud vama svima tolika nostalgija?

Jel' vas godine tresu ili sta?

Poz.

MaxMagnus too pathetic to debate

mozda i nije prava rec.
Nego, srdasce po svojoj prirodi ne voli rastanke.

Olga

ali mi se cini da mi svi ovde zalimo za nekom mladoscu?

Zar ne bismo zalili za mladoscu i da smo tamo odakle smo otisli?

Mozda bi neki psiholog ako ih ima na ovom blogu, to mogao strucnije da objasni?

MaxMagnus

je jedno.
A OVO je neshto drugo.
To "drugo" vrlo verovatno ima u sebi neshto od prvog :)
Postoje mnoge nijanse sivog.
A neke su josh i podvuchene zhutim.

interesuje koliko je to drugo u funkciji od prvog...
I sta je to sto razlikuje drugo od prvog ;)

MaxMagnus the daltonist

a pod "to drugo" se podvode sva osechanja koja imaju "otishli" nije obavezno u funkciji prvog:)
Ima i sasvim mladih ljudi koji imaju "to drugo", dakle oni ne zhale za mlados' :)

A razlike (izmedju prvog i drugog) treba potrazhiti u svakoj od (nashih) pojedinachnih pricha:

Koji su razlozi odlaska. Shta se ostavilo. Shta se nashlo. Shta se uradilo. Da li se ispunio neki od snova.
Shta se desilo sa onima koje smo ostavili. Shta se desilo sa nama koji smo otishli. Ixaaaa... razlika je mnogo.

Ali "ono drugo" je neka zajednichka boja..i lichi na boju stare slikarske palete, koja, kad se gleda izdaleka, kao da je mrlja neka..

u zalu za mladoscu? Neke od najlepsih stranica napisanih na srpskom su na tu temu.

Vama mogu da zahvalim sto sam se i na ovom blogu nasmejao,mada je tema za plakanje....

,a shta je s' drugim delovima tela???

"a shta je s' drugim delovima tela shto korachaju???"

Uvek znash da nasmejesh choveka.
Od danas sam vash veliki fan!!!

p.s. Izbrisao sam ono "shto korachaju",apsolutno nepotrebno u tekstu,al vi ste me razuverili!

Bas me je dirnulo. Tako je poetski, tako te obuzima, tako ti stvara knedlu u grlu, suze na oci, u grudima...
Dobrodosao kuci novi-stari decace!
I srecni Ti novogodisnju praznici u Beogradu.

Nek tuđe nebo radost prolama,

nek tuđe gore ječe s pesmama,

ja volim, majko, u tebi biti,

pa makar mor'o i suze liti.

Van tebe neću sreće ni blaga,

Srbijo draga

mene ta emocija tek čeka.
Nije mi baš svejedno.
Nego, interesuje me, a kakav je osećaj kad posle nekoliko dana kreneš nazad...

meni natera suze na oci.

Nisam imao nameru...

Trebalo bi snimiti i neki film o nasim emigracijama... kako starim pre svetskih ratova, tako i o ovim posle drugog i za vreme poslednjih, drugoj generaciji balkanskih ratova (BR 2.0)... ima neverovatnih sudbina... nisam imao prilike da vidim Beogradsku Triologiju Biljane Srbljanovic u reziji Gorana Markovica, ali me interesuje zasto to Goran ne napravi i kao film... sigurno bi moglo da se prosiri i prepravi u dobar film...?

Gorane, veruj mi na rec...

B92
cetvrtak 12-13h
gost St. Dejan

poziv za izlazak iz sobe/cetvrtak PM

ja nažalost radim u to vreme :(
postoji li način da se dodje do snimka emisije?

a po čemu narode delimo na velike i male???

Kada neko pomene Beogradsku trilogiju, ja se uvek setim jedne izvedbe nekog amaterskog srpskog pozorišta iz Ljubljane...bilo je prosto nestvarno...u publici i na odru su bili upravo ljudi,o kojima Biljana priča svojoj priči. Oni u publici su navijali i dobacivali, smejući se zapravo sami sebi. Oni na bini su bili loši, jer nisu shvatili da ne treba da glume, da je potrebno samo da budu takvi, kakvi su svaki dan, a tako su se mučili glumeći druge, dok su iz te loše glume izbijali povremeno upravo ti pravi, Biljanini likovi, oni sami. Nikada nisam zaboravila tu predstavu i atmosferu na njoj, bilo je kao zatvoren krug.

"Nostalgija je privilegija malih naroda"..

Mozhe bit..

Al' nije mala, nije mala..;)
Privilegiju daaala..
pa je zheshtja, pa je zheshtja
nostalgija paalaaa....;)

Kada sam pripremala svoj odlazak, u zimu 99., javi mi se druga, takodje u pripremi. Stize joj ljubavni interes, prvi put kuci, posle odlaska...Izrazio zelju da ide u pozoriste. Sta da gledaju? Ja pod utiskom Vase predstave, a i da ostanem u temi, predlozih naivno Beogradsku trilogiju...
Negde oko 23.00 te veceri zvoni telefon. Zove ona.

On je totalno besan, misli da ga je namerno odvela da gleda bas tu predstavu, pa kako je samo mogla...Nije joj jasno, nije ni meni, ali sad molim lepo da obavim damage control (ili...vadjenje kestenja iz vatre) kako znam i umem...

23.30 zvono na ulaznim vratima. Otvaram vrata...O MOJ BOOOOOZE

Here he comes, my beautiful boy

A u ocima...SVE: tuga, ocaj, samoca, nemoc... Mislio je, stvarno je mislio da je sve stavio pod kontrolu, a onda ta predstava...Daj tooooo kestenje, golim cu rukama da vadim.
O moj Boze, kako sam se zaljubilaaaaaa.

I prvi put shvatila: JA ODLAZIM. I vise nista nece biti lako, ni jutarnje citanje novina, ni nedeljni rucak, ni rodjendani, ni praznici, ni prehlade, ni zaljubljivanje, ni odljubljivanje, ni progutane suze, ni sve koje cu isplakati, ni vracanje, ni ponovni odlasci, ni tuge, ni radosti, ni porazi, ni uspesi...

Hvala vam oboma na Beogradskoj trilogiji. Da je ne bese, bila bi jedna ljubav manje na ovom svetu...

Bese posle i

There he goes, my beautiful world...There he goes again

Ali to je druga drama

cini mi se? I dobro mu ide. Tolike zenskinje placu. Vrlo lirski. Dirnuta sam i sama. Bilo bi prilicno banalno kad bi sve sto je u ovom blogu napisao moglo da se objasni u jednoj reci ili recenici.
Moje iskustvo slicne vrste je od letos, kad sam posle vise od godinu dana dosla u Bgd i posla u jednu vrlo privatnu setnju, ali ujutro kad sunce sija jako i svecano, kao super-size reflektor, a ljudi jos nema da me dekoncentrisu. Stratovala od Kalemegdana, pa zenski preko galerija, prodavnica cipela i mesta gde su se desile stvari koje su me zauvek obelezile. Cinilo mi se kao da sam u novoj dimenziji u kojoj je coveku sve jasno, fascinantno, i isto i drugacije. To moze samo kad odes dovoljno daleko. Nije to nostalgija, vec sreca sto je zivot tako divno saren, a ja kao uspevam da sagledam sve njegove boje.

Ana, vrac pogadjac. :-)

Ridjokosa...mislim da sam te prepoznala...:)

Nisam ridjokosa, no mozda je znak prepoznavanja bio nesto drugo :- )

ovoga:

Uzaludnost rechi

Ovo upinjanje da se kazhe sve
Neche nas odvesti dalje od nas samih
Ma shta rekao nechesh iz sebe izachi ne
Shto vishe govorimo sve smo vishe sami.

DA LI su dve rechi.. tu sam, da primetim, jel'?
;)

koja nam je emocija potrebna a koja ne ?

dobili je (tu nepotrebnu) u paketu, zajedno sa svim ostalim.
da se ceo zhivot razabiramo sa njima. da ne bude dosadno.

Evolutionary psychology (abbreviated ev-psych or EP) is a theoretical approach to psychology that attempts to explain "useful" mental and psychological traits—such as memory, perception, or language—as adaptations, i.e., as the functional products of natural selection. The purpose of this approach is to bring the functional way of thinking about biological mechanisms such as the immune system into the field of psychology, and to approach psychological mechanisms in a similar way. In short, evolutionary psychology is focused on how evolution has shaped the mind. Though applicable to any organism with a nervous system, most research in evolutionary psychology focuses on humans.

definicija EP. A EP je i drugo ime za "sociobiology"..

Ali vi ste trazhili da vam ONA objasni tu jednu, konkretnu i "nepotrebnu" emociju.
Aj, nadjite i to :)

Pa da mogu da nadjem ne bi trazio da mi se objasni.
:) Ali Sociobiology je drugacije nego EP.
Da je nepotrebna - to je sigurno. Ali zasto je nastala ? Mozda kao ukazatelj na prolaznost vremena ?
Mozda nas ona indirektno sutira u dupe i tera napred ?
Zalosni osecaj koji imate kada se okrecete ka svojoj proslosti, je mozda upravo tu da bi nas sprecio suvise dubokog gledanja u nazad.
Ako osetite bol kada god pogledate nazad, shanse su da cete vise gledati napred.
Priroda zna da vreme samo tece u jednom pravcu. Nostalgija je tu da nam proslost ucini bolnom, ne bi li koracali napred.
... Sad, ako se zaljubite u vas bol, ako bez uzdrzavanja romantizujete vasu proslost... onda to nije dobro.

pa i vi sa svojim razmishljanjem.

Ja se uvek setim rechi Crnjanskog kad god krenem da prebiram po proshlosti.. (jer nesigurna su ta sechanja.. a da li je bash tako bilo ili mi vreme samo iskrivljuje?)
a rekao je sledeche:

"Proshlost je grozan mutan bezdan: shto u taj sumrak ode, ne postoji vishe i nije nikad ni postojalo"

jeste bezdan..ali ta proshlost je nash kalup.. bez nje ne bi bilo nas ovakvih i sada.
I onda, verovatno u momentima kad se pogubimo, krenemo da ronjamo po proshlom da se malo objasnimo sami sebi.
Valjda.

U pravu ste blue.
Valjda je trik u umerenosti. Kao i s mnogo stvari u zivotu.
Ronjaj po proshlom, ali ne mnogo.
Pozdrav Blue !

Oj tudjino gde sam, shta sam
htela bih da znam
otjul za Novaka kutji
i za badnji dan?

...ma nek ide zhivot - Otju!
ko bre mari za skupotju
kad drma nooostalgija

Stigla plata, juhu mitjo!
bitje lumperaj
iz tudjine Shubi stizhe
u svoj rodni kraj

...i mila joj veli nana
kolko sad ostajesh dana
aj nemoj manje od sedam.

;)

srecan put! ja ostah za novaka u tudjini, taka mi sudbina... :) al ti nije losa obrada, moracu da zapamtim

i ja sam poslednjih 5 godina u tudjini dochekivala..pa i shubi ima dushu..:)

Nego, kad smo vetj kod obrade
ono "iz tudjine Shubi.."
samo promenish u "Lektorka na Djavu stizhe"
i sve ok ;))

u moje ime, molim te, da li su konacno zavrsili ono renoviranje djave, jel vazi? :)
hajde, put pod noge, pazi kako letis - ako letis, mada je let u glavi, ako i nije u avionu, zar ne...
cao-cao

duboko ste me dirnuli, oh, kako ste pogodili.. me..
i ja sam se iskreno, rasplakala..
kako je zivot okrutan!!!!
pobogu!?
gospodine? sjajno.. sjajno..
(nekolicina shalje pozdrave aplauzovane, iza mojih ledja, prenosim..samo...)..

srecho, srechan ti put.

napuni baterije do dna dna.
i vrati (nam) se josh raspevanija.

podzravlja te Victor :)

blu, pozdravlja te shu..

(pa mi se rimujemo, bokte..;)

"eje eje eje... ovaj poslednji stankovic blog je neverovatno djubre ali slusaj do bola djubre ali komentari me ubise pa za koga ja onda pisem knjige do vraga"

Salvador Dali

očekivala sam fotku losa (ili bar irvasa), a ti ništa...
(Deki, izvini za upad :)

ne tog, onog Rodjenog

"ne tog, onog Rodjenog"

Sliku onog rodjenog mogu ti poslati na privatni mejl.

malopre si bio kod Rodjenog losa

Zalim, nemam Duletovu sliku.

može i irvas...

Samo da je jelenje.

najgorori smo mi iz mJeshovitih brakova..

Rambo Amadeus

.cak i mi koji smo oduvek ovde ali imamo decu koja, mozda, pakuju svoje ranceve....

Jesen

dvojica mojih prijatelja, Londonci, sa Jugo zenama su odlucili da zive u Beogradu.
Oni su zakljucili da je u Beogradu njihovoj deci bolje.
Pusti ti srpsku pricu "svi bi da idu". Kad bi da idu, sto nisu otisli?
Svako ko hoce stvarno da ide moze i da ode.
Samo, pitanje je pod kojim uslovima.
Ako vam se vraca, vratite se.

Olga

Znam vise takvih, zapadnjaci koji zive i planiraju ostati u Beogradu ili negdje drugdje "u regionu". Razlicite su im motivacije, barem ono sto kazu. No, Londonac u Beogradu je "faca" kakva ne bi moguce nikada bio da je ostao kod kuce u Londonu. A s istom lovom moze mnogo vise da priusti sebi i svojima (materijalno i po pitanju provoda) u Beogradu nego u Londri. U sustini ima sve kao "tamo", samo manje kosta. Plus, bolja klopa ;-)

to je ok ako imate i dalje istu lovu. Ko ce meni da plati istu ovu lovu u Srbiji? I uostalom zasto bi, kada moze da dobije domaceg radnika isto ili slicno kvalifikovanog za manje pare?

Drugo, apropos price "svi bi da idu". Uopste se ne slazem da "ako bi da idu, do sada bi otisli". Iz moje sredine, stvarno ko je MOGAO da ode je otisao, a ko nije samo je cekao priliku. Mozda se vi krecete u drugacijim krugovima, moji su u ogromnom broju odlazili. Mozda je danas malo drugacije, ali tokom 90-tih ljudi koji su imali ikakve kvalifikacije koje se lako "prevode" su odlazili samo tako.

Uostalom, zasto mislite da nas sada toliko ima napolju? Upravo zato sto je bezao svako ko je mogao.

Ti o kojima sam pisala, a imaju istu lovu ovdje i tamo, mogu birati da li ce za iste novce i na slicnom mjestu raditi ovdje ili tamo. Tako neki (mnogi) biraju Beograd, jer im pruza isto sto i mnogi drugi gradovi na Zapadu, ali za manje pare. Plus su ovdje face, jer sam primjetila da "lokalci" padaju u nesvjest od ushicenja zbog toga sto su se ovi odlucili doseliti amo, pa se jos i trude da im na sve nacine pokazu svoje gostoprimstvo.
Slucaj je, na zalost, nesto drugaciji s Kinezima koji ovdje zive i rade za iste pare kao i "tamo".

Ali takvih je malo, i mislim da ne predstavljaju dobar primer. Mi prosecni radni ljudi imamo prakticno izbor ili "normalan" zivot, da nazovem srednje klase negde drugde, ili malo manje normalan zivot ne znam koje klase u Srbiji (ali zato cevapa na pretek!)

Salu na stranu, kad god pomislim o povratku, ono sto me najvise sputava je to sto te stvari koje su kao jedinstvene u Srbiji se polako gube. Mi smo zemlja tranzicije i prvobitne akumulacije kapitala. Ko god tu ne ispliva (ispod 1%) ce biti kolateralna steta. Sve najgore sa Zapada upijamo, globalizacija dolazi nezadrzivo, a ono autenticno i lepo nestaje. Dakle, em bih sebi smanjio standard, em sto ce te stvari zbog kojih sam to ucinio polako nestajati (npr domaca rakija ;).

A ovo za decu je takodje veliki faktor. Kad se deca jednom naviknu na zivot ovde negde, nauce jezik, steknu drugove, itd... to je gotova stvar.

Slazem se. Zato i ne pomisljam na povratak za stalno. Djeca su mi ionako ne samo rodjena vani, nego i po ocu Nijemci. Iako smo svi zajedno prije njihovog polaska u skolu proveli nekoliko godina u, sire gledano, "starom kraju". (Izmedju ostalog mi je to bilo vazno i zbog sirenja njihovih vidika i da se doista naviknu biti gradjanima svijeta.) I imali smo srecu pri tome pripadati onome malom broju koji opravdano ne smatrate mjerodavnim primjerom.

poznajem i ovakve i onakve ljude.
Mnogi su otisli, iza ili cak tokom fakulteta. Neki su se i vratili. Od ovih ljudi koje spominjem je sigurno devedeset procenata kad tad radilo u kafani, delilo stan pa cak i sobu sa velikim brojem ljudi i slicno.
Vecina ljudi koji pricaju da bi otisli a nisu, nikada ne bi pristali na takvu zrtvu.
Verovatno ne bih ni ja ali sam imala malo vise srece i profesiju koja je u stvari zanat.

Olga

Velika je stvar imati srece sa profesijom. Tako da se ja konkretno nisam nesto mnogo "mucio". Svakako ne kao 90-tih u Bg - cekanje u redu za dzak brasna itd. Vrhunac "muke" ovde je bila voznja neredovnim gradskim prevozom dok nisam skupio para za kola...

to se kod nas stalno lomi, te ovamo cemo, te onamo... ali kad jednom krenes, tesko se vratis posle nazad. nekako ne pripadas ni tamo ni ovde, ali dobro, dok se deca smeju i imaju sanse da dobiju kakavtakav pasos s kojim c emoci da putuju i studiraju gde god oni hoce... tja...
hvala vam puno...

suzotvorce.

Olga

Hi there,

First I have to say that I'm a 25 year old Serbian white man and a writer.

I am on a spiritual crusade on the internet, the last days I have not been looking for a one night stand situation but an ongoing discrete arrangement between two adults that just want the pure pleasures of sex without all the commitment. Mr Nsarski, are you bored of your other half not giving you what YOU need? Do you feel he is not giving you the attention that YOU deserve? Are you loney and in need of some compassion? I can give you what YOU deserve. I enjoy long walks on the beach, and warm moonlit nights just holding someone in my arms. I also enjoy kissing immencely. I am simply looking to give YOU what your not receiving at home. Remember your secret is always safe with me. Try and have a good day. :)

Robert Marko Vidojkovic

We home boys are kinda suspicious of strangers and people with accent in general. Especially now with internet and stuff, one can never be too careful these days. But, of course, if you are good with farm work, we can always use a new hand in the field, or the farmhouse, what with all the guys coming home from hard day's work. Hungry like horses, dead as doornails, when they go to bed we can have some fun ourselves. And I don't have in mind just plucking chicken, if you know what I mean.
If this proposition sounds appealing to you, Missy, I'll reconsider.
I'll go make me a pecan pie, now. So long, and let me know soon.

Mr Nsarski,

First I have to say that I'm a 25 year old Serbian white man and a writer, and I am on a spiritual crusade on the internet.

I was reading "The Claws" and surfing the other day and found a site devoted to eunuchs. Actually, it was devoted to eunuch stories created and distributed by the people. There must have been over five hundred stories, most (I'm guessing) over five hundred words. Your average eunuch story goes as follows:

"There was a large, burly man with a bulge in his tight jeans to match his muscular girth. Sitting down at the bar his bulge rested gently on a stool. 'Get me a beer, BITCH.' he barked at Brenda, the slender yet toned bartender. She turned to him with a wry grin. 'Sure thing buddy. You want fries with that?' Sliding his beer too fast in his direction, Brenda saturates the burly man's package with the alcohol. 'What the f--?' says the husky man, standing and staring at his moist crotch, but before he can utter another word Brenda whips out her trusty twelve-inch Australian nutcutter and slices off his nuts.
THE END"

Seriously, there's always castration and also an odd mix of homoeroticism and hetero-porn influences. It's provides for curious entertainment, and as long as I didn't picture an actual man getting his sack sliced off I could handle the writing. After a while though, story after story, you begin to guess what's going to happen and this "eunuch" thing doesn't seem so cool anymore. "He gets his nuts chopped up, again? Oh, this time it`s by the dr., his boss, and a nurse.

Robert Marko Vidojkovic

.........................................

My suggestion Mr Nsarski and Robert Marko Vidojkovic, is that you stop visiting these sites.

I suspect that you would have preferred more reassuring comments, but this is the status.

Sexdoc

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Only I can not fathom in what way, mean, or sense have I been associated with Mr. R.M. Vidojkovic. I have never met the gentleman, and have no idea what he is or does. "Claws"? Is this something I'm supposed to know?
Could you, please, right honorable gentleman Mr. Zox, clarify this confusion in my head?
As for my participation on the blog, I will gladly stop making a nuisance of myself.

Another crime happened in Severodvinsk. A 26-year-old girl killed a 60-year-old man. She killed him with a frying pan. A company of three women and this 60-year-old man were dancing in the kitchen. They had a quarrel about "The Claws", a book written by Robert Marko Vidojkovic, Serbian writer and marine biologist; then they started fighting and it all ended up with a murder of
the man.

Vitaly Bratkov
PRAVDA.Ru

sh*t happens in Severodvinsk. My advice: stay away from that place. (Just like when the guy walks into a doctor's office and says: "Doctor, I broke my leg in two places, what shall I do"?. Doctor: "If I were you, I'd stay away from those places")

Police called to an animal in distress in Russia found the cow was actually just being mounted by a bull.

A woman, from Severodvinsk, called police to say a cow in a nearby field was ill or being mistreated.

She had heard the animal bellowing loudly but when police arrived, they found she had misread the situation.

"The cow was bellowing indeed, but not from pain but from joy," according to the police report.

It describes how the animal was being mounted by "a three-year-old, attractive bull" and "appeared to enjoy his approaches".

Consequently, police decided not to intervene.

Vitaly Bratkov
PRAVDA.Ru

Ove price mi puno mirisu na Daniila Harmsa. Je l´ taj drug Vitaly Bratkov (takodjer) njegov citalac i postovalac? Ili nesto vise?

I was romantically involved with a handsome, loving, and fun guy named Vitaly Bratkov. We talked about everything. he was very open with me. when we started to discuss sexual issues, he admitted that he was attracted to muscles on women. i thought he meant women that were somewhat toned. however, he had a supply of female body builder stuff and even had female body builder porn.

i was so shocked to see these women. do you know where i can find information on the mentality/sexuality of men who desire female body builders?

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Female body builders are perfect examples of women unable to break into traditionally male dominated domains as equals. While there are competitions for women body builders they are judged on very different scales than the men. Economist Sasa Radulovic said, "I admire female bodybuilders because they have the strength of character to do what they want to in the face of awesome opposition!" She goes on to talk about the harrassment women receive that men would not ever be subject to. "Either the woman bodybuilder or The man are strong enough 'to deal with any trouble makers', however, hecklers seem to feel no fear in humiliating the woman."

For more information you may visit
http://www.womenwrestlingnude.com/female-body/muscle.html

I suspect that you would have preferred a post about male bodybuilders and Danil Harms but this is the status.

Sexdoc
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nur Puzfrau, nix verstehen

Read once again.

Dear Yakov Semyonovich,
1. A certain man, having taken a run, struck his head against a smithy with such force that the blacksmith put aside the sledge-hammer which he was holding, took off his leather apron and, having smoothed his hair with his palm, went out on to the street to see what had happened. 2. Then the smith
spotted the man sitting on the ground. The man was sitting on the ground and holding his head. 3. -- What happened? -- asked the smith. -- Ooh! -- said the man. 4. The smith went a bit closer to the man. 5. We discontinue the narrative about the smith and the unknown man and begin a new narrative
about four friends and a harem. 6. Once upon a time there were four harem fanatics. They considered it rather pleasant to have eight women at a time each. They would gather of an evening and debate harem life. They drank wine; they drank themselves blind drunk; they collapsed under the table; they puked up. It was disgusting to look at them. They bit each other on the leg. They bandied obscenities at each other. They crawled about on their bellies. 7. We discontinue the story about them and begin a new story about beer. 8. There was a barrel of beer and next to it sat a philosopher who contended: -- This barrel is full of beer; the beer is fermenting and strengthening. And I in my mind ferment along the starry summits and strengthen my spirit. Beer is a drink flowing in space; I also am a drink,
flowing in time. 9. When beer is enclosed in a barrel, it has nowhere to flow. Time will stop and I will stand up. 10. But if time does not stop, then my flow is immutable. 11. No, it's better to let the beer flow freely, for it's contrary to the laws of nature for it to stand still. -- And with these words the philosopher turned on the tap in the barrel and the beer poured out over the floor. 12. We have related enough about beer; now we shall relate about a drum. 13. A philosopher beat a drum and shouted: -- I am making a philosophical noise! This noise is of no use to anyone, it even annoys everyone. But if it annoys everyone, that means it is not of this world. And if it's not of this world, then it's from another world. And if it is from another world, then I shall keep making it. 14. The philosopher
made his noise for a long time. But we shall leave this noisy story and turn to the following quiet story about trees. 15. A philosopher went for a walk under some trees and remained silent, because inspiration had deserted him.

Gliding motion occurs in avalanches moving up to 40 km per hour. After the snow fails and has overcome the initial static friction, it accelerates rapidly. Slabs break into smaller fragments and snow glides along the surface with little mixing and turbulence.

People caught in gliding motion avalanches may be able to remain at the surface by making swimming motions, Skis and poles can act like anchors and tend to pull a person down.

Vitaly Bratkov
PRAVDA.Ru

Andrey Andreyevich thought up a story like this one.
In an old castle there lived a prince, who was a terrible boozer. But the wife of this prince, on the contrary, didn't even drink tea, she only drank water and milk. While her husband drank vodka and wine, but didn't
drink milk. Though, in fact, his wife, to tell the truth, also drank vodka but kept it quiet. But her husband was quite shameless and didn't keep it quiet.
-- I don't drink milk, I drink vodka! -- he always said. While his wife on the quiet, from under her apron, pulled out a jar and -- glug! -- she was drinking away.
Her husband, the prince, says: -- You could have given me some.
But his wife, the princess, says: -- No, there's little enough for me. Shoo!
-- As for you, -- says the prince -- call yourself a lady! -- And with these words, wallop, and his wife's on the floor! The wife, her whole kisser smashed in, lies on the floor crying. And the prince wrapped himself in his cloak and went to his quarters in the tower, where his cages stood. He bred fowls there, you see. And so the prince arrived in the tower and there the chickens were squawking, wanting food. one chicken even began to neigh.
-- As for you -- said the prince -- you chauntecleer! Shut up, before you get your teeth bashed in! -- The chicken doesn't understand a word and just carries on neighing. So, in the end then, we've got a chicken making a racket in the tower, and tile prince, then, offing and blinding and his
wife, then, downstairs lying on the floor -- in a word, a complete Sodom.
That's the sort of story Andrey Andreyevich would think up. Even just from this story you can tell that Andrey Andreyevich is a major talent. Andrey Andreyevich is a very clever man. Very clever and very fine!

The citizens of Belgrade will pay a little more to flush their toilets after October 1. The Belgrade City Council approved a sewer rate increase on Monday, June 14.

The current rate is $15.90 per month for a base usage of 5,000 gallons per month, and $1.26 per month for each 1,000 gallons thereafter.

Beginning October 1, the rate will increase by $2.23 per month to a base of $18.13, and to $1.44 for each additional 1,000 gallons.

According to City Manager Sasa Joe Radulovic, the hikes are necessary to service a $1.5 million sewer-upgrade bond.

Vitaly Bratkov
PRAVDA.Ru

Stevan BG: "Ne kapiram zelju da se pise na engleskom osim ako ti to nije maternji jezik. Ovo je komentar na prethodna 2-3 komentara, koja me je cak mrzelo da citam jer su dugi i jos su na engleskom, mada taj jezik znam vrlo dobro. Zapravo, ovaj poslednji je zanimljiv, a i kratak je."

I ovi drugi nisu losi. A na engleskom su zbog bloga koji nosi naslov: "Ove noci sanjacu na srpskom", i zbog protivteze tom placljivom tonu jeftinog gasterbajterskog sentimentalizma koji odise iz teksta, a na koji, kao uslovna reakcija, svi prevrcu ocima, hvataju se za srce i brisu nekakve operetske suze. Eto zbog toga su ti tekstovi o Robertu Marku Vidojkovicu, kravama, tiganjima i evnusima na engleskom.

I suspect that you would have preferred a post about, dairies, yoga and Ivica Dacic intestinal washing techniques and other such irrelevant shit, but this is the status.

Sexdoc

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Jeste Nale. Aj' da se ne dopisujemo preko bloga, evo ti moja adresa . Javi se.
S.

Dejane, rasplakali ste, kako kazete, srpsku dijasporu. Ja, kao netko tko ne pripada toj ciljnoj grupi zahvaljujem jer ste mi poklonili dodatnu ilustraciju za moja istrazivanja raznovrsnih dijaspora s podrucja bivse nam zajednicke domovine. Naime, drzim da ni jedna od pomenutih dijaspora ne gaji toliku nostalgiju i Heimweh/homesick kao srpska. Pitala sam razlicite ljude da mi objasne zasto je tako, zasto se toliki Beogradjani (kao najveca podgrupa) cak i nakon velikog broja godina provedenih "s one strane grane" na kraju odluce na (konacni) povratak u rodni kraj? Ona manje sentimentalna strana price je da ti isti gotovo odreda poslije pricaju kako je "tamo" sve lose, kako su "oni" preglupi "za nas" i sl. I sada bih rado pitala Vas, sta mislite, zasto je tako?

(Ovo sam nedavno pitala jednog uglednog pisca srpskog iz dijaspore, ispricavajuci se pri tom da je pitanje iskreno, a ne provokacija. Ni on mi ne odgovori, osim sto rece da on nije takav, kaze, nema namjeru da se vraca.)

jedan gospodin, Beogradjanin koji zivi preko: Beograd je teska droga.
Jeste malo pateticno ali izgleda da nije neistinito.

... otprilike kao blogovanje ;-) Kad se covjek na to navuce, uf!

i to sa rasplakanom dijasporom vise bre, ....boring.......

draga Brooklin. Neku recitaciju mozda?

jednu, samo da nema veze sa ceznjom za toplim zavicajem, please...

Omiljena recitacija na blogu od T&R:
"...prijo moja sel vi mejki it
prijatelju lec go sejkit..."
Kolosalan spoj!

Ostajte ovde
Sunce tudjeg neba
Nece vas grijat (vise...)

(Tamo pocinje sa kisama, Brook, vreme da krenes kuci).

Tine i radojka

Ljuljaj, zabavljaj,
cega nema nabavljaj.

nego..da se vratimo temi bloga

svako dobro i tebi. Sve najlepse.

draga Angie

pa cmok, ljub, cmok !!! Sve najlepše ti želim !!! (svrati kod mene na post festum žurku, baulja se)

sve najlepse ti zelim draga moja prijateljice, tebi tvojima, a i svima ostalima, a osobito puno zdravlja, netso love a za ostalo cemo lako.

i tebi sve najlepse

puno dobrih vina i lepih recenica u Novoj.

ali ima ko voli. ima cija sam osecanja dotakao. Zamisli na sta bi licilo kada bi se ono sto pisem svima dopalo? ja bih bio neutesan.
s druge strane i za mene a i za nezadovoljnike mozemo primeniti isto: pas laje vetar nosi.

je stvar licnog izbora. za mene bi bilo jadno da sam se politicki aktivirao u Srbiji, napucao 110kg i da idem okolo sa pratnjom ljudi koji nemaju vratove i da svi svima govore: e brate, a za nekoga je to uspeh. tako neka laju kere Jacobsfelda a ti samo nastavi da pises.
btw: napisao sam i ja knjigu koja je ovde (Amerika) objavljena prosle godine, pa ako imas vremena baci pogled, poslacu ti jednu kopiju. (ako si zaboravio ko je Alek 212, to je sasa aka slimber)