tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231288732024-03-20T21:44:58.251+01:00StuffN.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-32292248935967656852012-11-20T17:48:00.002+01:002012-11-20T17:49:01.935+01:00Hi :)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just checkin' in... been a while.</div>
N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-33954478087454678372009-03-24T14:25:00.001+01:002009-03-24T14:25:58.207+01:00Lest we forget...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8hW81mtt6s&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8hW81mtt6s&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-38870702433438962262008-11-10T16:42:00.002+01:002008-11-10T16:52:56.041+01:00Communication<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2onwSwJ9jEBzs5lWYnGVY574NVil1hmbX7UZ3Ff8fji8Q9pgBXTRFYLD8Q8EMug20hDLr9bsZWrh93fdFYsE-WRsGF8R0uzKbKoDayd75amKRQNFTBA9ZMjf1VXEaHFZGzoR3ng/s1600-h/iqss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 71px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2onwSwJ9jEBzs5lWYnGVY574NVil1hmbX7UZ3Ff8fji8Q9pgBXTRFYLD8Q8EMug20hDLr9bsZWrh93fdFYsE-WRsGF8R0uzKbKoDayd75amKRQNFTBA9ZMjf1VXEaHFZGzoR3ng/s320/iqss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267054793945966482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />With the layout I got in the picture above, the message is reasonably clear. This is about an organisation which is against smoking, and its branch in Serbia. Cool. Got it.<br /><br />Now, try to disregard the image, how does this sound to you: "I quit smoking Serbia". Am I someone who used to smoke Serbia, and have now ceased? In that case, what is Serbia? A brand of smokes? Or is this a statement on the quality of air in Serbia, the country in the Balkans? The message is even more ambiguous when you look at the Facebook ad <span style="font-size:85%;">(that won't appear now that I want a screenshot of it.... figures)</span>. From what I remember, there they made no distinction between the organization's name and the branch name (letter size/colour). Even funnier.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm off to the balcony to smoke a Lousy Strike, to which I switched after Camels went bad since they are making them somewhere around here... I guess the case is the same with LS, since they are all f'ed up lately... Blah...<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><div style="text-align: left;"><br />A vi kako 'te?<br /><br /></div></div>N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-32447736514978771672008-09-14T01:10:00.002+02:002008-09-14T01:17:40.776+02:00Still rollin'The summer.... Oh what a summer. Absolutely and completely uneventful. I'm still paying back the money I borrowed for that trip to Umag and the skiing trip some days before that. That's a bitch. No big rides, nothing to speak of. Just work, and day to day existence. Ultifuckingmately boring.N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-78804882000985677222008-05-17T00:29:00.003+02:002008-05-17T00:33:31.926+02:00UmagWeeeellll.... I'm back from the Umag motorcycle rally. 6 days, around 2000km round trip, hundreds of photos and just as many positive vibes :) Drop by my Facebook profile to see the album ;)N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-40312794141133952532008-02-21T16:19:00.001+01:002008-02-21T16:20:05.636+01:00Still hereIt's just that life has been embarrassingly monotonous...N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-45441983534783483912007-09-05T21:00:00.000+02:002007-09-05T21:14:47.386+02:00Baby, it's cold outside...Whenever summer starts to fade, when I feel the smell of winter for the first time, this misterious warm and happy feeling overcomes me. Misterious, since I cannot account for it, there is no rational reason for it and there is no denying it. I feel somewhat nostalgic, but at the same time like I am coming home from a long journey. Today was one of those days. It's 11 degrees centigrade outside, so it's not very cold, but the smell was there... the feeling was, definitely, there. I was on my bike, and enjoying the short ride immensely. I will dare to say that I prefer riding in the cold... maybe all the freaks go away then (or, at least, the most of them), and only those who actually need to be out, are out. And me. Enjoying the cold. Call me crazy.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-size:78%;"> I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside<br />I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside<br />This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in<br />So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice<br />My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry<br />My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar<br />So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry<br />well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour<br /><br />The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there<br />Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there<br />I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now<br />To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell<br />I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer<br />At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride<br />I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out<br />Ahh, but it's cold outside<br /><br />C'mon baby<br /><br />I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside<br />The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside<br />This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in<br />So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm<br />My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious<br />My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore<br />My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious<br />Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before<br /><br />I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there<br />Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there<br />You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now<br />But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me<br />There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow<br />At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died<br />I really can't stay - Get over that old out<br />Ahh, but it's cold outside<br /><br />Baby it's cold outside<br /><br />Brr its cold….<br />It's cold out there<br />Cant you stay awhile longer baby<br />Well…..I really shouldn't...alright<br /><br />Make it worth your while baby<br />Ahh, do that again…</span></blockquote>N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-6693111270718520372007-07-24T15:38:00.000+02:002007-07-24T15:39:58.208+02:00For fuck's sake!Temperature in the 40's (centigrade).N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-64703229064109464002007-07-02T16:34:00.000+02:002008-12-10T11:33:17.661+01:00Weekend camping<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_JNY0rFHYobCcEva-nQHOvcuZA5aC_0634olNxO-NoeF5UG214loH2IQ1905bQhm-WY7t5eiYp18RI0UpddMUwzGT7AyMxbfmgvLrQ8aMVwo51T007VCOgINCHF-hOsmrNYe23A/s1600-h/Photo0020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_JNY0rFHYobCcEva-nQHOvcuZA5aC_0634olNxO-NoeF5UG214loH2IQ1905bQhm-WY7t5eiYp18RI0UpddMUwzGT7AyMxbfmgvLrQ8aMVwo51T007VCOgINCHF-hOsmrNYe23A/s320/Photo0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082610163689214098" border="0" /></a>This weekend I went to Fruška Gora, a nearby mountain to meet up with some fellow bikers. It was the classic picnic plan - tents, barbecue, some football and a ride around the mountain... For some of us, the ride was through the forest, and it was a whole lot of fun! To the left is a photo of me getting stuck in a rut :).N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-14889712661943031172007-06-28T15:42:00.000+02:002007-06-28T15:55:53.708+02:00SummerSummer has officially started. Temperatures in Belgrade are around 30°C these days. It is unbearably hot.<br />It is so hot that it seems my blood is slowing down, bringing me to a state of semi-hibernation. Bah. To top it all of, we have frequent summer showers, which means that if you are out at the wrong time, you'll be soaking wet in a matter of seconds, and just when you find a place to get away, it'll stop, leaving the streets wet and evaporating, and the air humid, heavy and smelly.<br />Fucking outrageous.<br />I waited some time for the showers to go away, so I could get my bike washed. The day after I did, they started again. AAAAARRRGHHH!!<br /><br />Aaanyway.... As of August 4th, D. and me will be in Istanbul, spending a week with John... a long due reunion of uni roommates... Looking forward to it!<br /><br />Helena and I celebrated our first anniversary by spending a weekend at a nearby lake... It was lovely, and in spite of my lack of preparation (reservations, trip planning and whatnot) went smoothly (understatement of the year). It was f'ing awesome :). Maybe I'll post pics later, can't be arsed right now.<br /><br />What else....<br /><br />Don't know....<br /><br />Guess that's it for now....<br /><br /><br />Ta!N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-67546350379209426122007-04-20T13:51:00.000+02:002007-04-20T14:05:02.418+02:00YiieaaaahOk, picture this: last Tuesday (some 10 days ago) I had left my bike at the customs office to be inspected and whatnot... The guy had told me it will be ready next week. I decided not to bug them on Monday, and come Tuesday I was on the phone.<br />They told me that it would probably be ready tomorrow or the day after. Oh well, I got sorta used to waiting by then, so I didn't get too upset... Some 45 minutes later, the fella calls me back to say that I can pick my bike up tomorrow at 11 o'clock, or, if I could make it, that day (Tuesday) by 1530hrs. Needless to say, I made it by said time. Payed all the dues and then some, went on to my mate's to do the registration and associated paperwork, and by 1930hrs that day, I was on the road, license plates and all.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/2198/51758761kr0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/2198/51758761kr0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>All that evening I was... euphoric, for the lack of a better word. Words really can't describe what combination of feelings came over me. Sort of like a child that got that long anticipated toy.<br /><br />All that happiness aside, now I'm in the process of sorting the bike out, looking for what needs to be done and planning the expenses associated with it.<br /><br />Oh, almost forgot... John, if you're reading this, Aussie Mark said hi....N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-88620436122009924282007-04-05T10:31:00.000+02:002007-04-05T10:40:02.262+02:00Bike woes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.google.com/image/nikola.ceh/RTv6s7HzABI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jqwqxqrXe7s/2l2nf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh6.google.com/image/nikola.ceh/RTv6s7HzABI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jqwqxqrXe7s/2l2nf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This just in...<br />Yesterday I looked into the option of transporting my new bike from Slovenia to Serbia by train, after talking to my bro for the gazzilionth time... All nice and everything, until a few minutes ago, when we spoke on the phone and told me that the Slovene railway wouldn't be able to ship the bike for another 7 days. Shitshitshit. So, he's going to take a van and haul the bike on Saturday. Then, I have to deal with the customs bureaucracy here. Another week, at least. Shitfuckdamn.<br /><br />Yesterday was also the first time in the past month that my ass was on a bike. Carlos took me to the train station to check out the procedure on this side of the border... (all for naught, apart from the aforementioned butt on bike thing...).<br />Iwannaridemybike!!!N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-63331675191198477022007-03-30T12:31:00.000+02:002007-03-30T12:35:54.981+02:00Next week.......is what I've been hearing from my brother for the past three weeks. He is supposed to come to Belgrade from Ljubljana and bring my new bike with him... Ever since we agreed on the purchase, he's been giving me the proverbial carrot on a stick... "in a few days...", "end of following week, for sure", "next Friday, that is certain"... Yesterday he told me that he won't be coming this weekend, and that next weekend (easter) is when he will most definitely be here. Bah. If I had known that this was going to be the case, I'd have packed and gone there to ride the bike to Belgrade myself. Fuck.N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-23902272162366139552007-03-11T17:06:00.000+01:002007-03-11T17:16:54.777+01:00Lost a good friend todayKiwi has left the building... I sold my bike today. I feel confused [(c) Mali].N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-54208507256190195302007-02-27T17:34:00.000+01:002007-02-27T17:37:43.036+01:00New jobAs of recently, I am employed at Roadstar Radio, a national radio station... My job is to deal with the station's website, and any and all computer related questions that the employees might have. A glorified IT support geek, my formal title is "Internet Marketing Manager". Go figure.<br /><br />Anyways, I am currently in the process of selling my Keeway, and buying a '97 xt660z Tenere from my brother.... Happy Happy Joy Joy!!!N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1168827514987375382007-01-15T03:17:00.000+01:002007-01-15T03:20:39.306+01:00New YearYeah... New Year! WooHooo! Happy Happy Joy Joy!Right. Another year has passed, a fresh one is ahead, same old shit. I just cant grasp what all the fuss is about.<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1146/640/584868/DSCF6579.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5980/1146/320/736375/DSCF6579.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Anyways, the weather is fucking gorgeous for this time of year. I mean, its in the teens, and it's bloody January, for fuck's sake!!! Can't say it bothers me, au contraire, I'm very happy its relatively warm and dry, it's like the 2wheel season didn't end.... We'll see what nature (or what is left of it) has in store for us in the weeks to come, but so far it's just fine :)<br />Here's a pic from a week or so ago... It was not so warm then but who cares... enough padding and on we go :)N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1166368248180002232006-12-17T16:02:00.000+01:002006-12-17T16:10:48.180+01:00And so the story goes...Ah, my dear visitors (both of you), it's been some time since I wrote anything up here... What has happened in the meantime:<br /><ul><li>I quit working for ad agencies. To cut a long story short, advertising is not my cup of tea, as I finally admitted to myself and to others concerned... The money is nice, but my life is more important than that.</li><li>At present, I am working for a lighting company (setting up lights and such for movies and other video production). Long and irregular hours, money is not bad, lots of time off... I like it.</li><li>Six months with Helena... I like our relationship, no matter what people may say. I do have some concerns about the age difference, but we'll see...</li></ul>That's it in a nutshell, I really can't be arsed to write now.....N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1162257358720796932006-10-31T01:43:00.000+01:002006-10-31T02:30:06.233+01:00Something's not right...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.paulgarnett.com/Defeat/DefeatAttheHorn_sm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.paulgarnett.com/Defeat/DefeatAttheHorn_sm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I feel wrong these days... I should probably be happy with my life, but I am not. One might say that I am living a dream, given the circumstances. Got a job that many would desire, all is fine and dandy.... Right.<br /><br />Living a dream is not bad, of course.<br />That is, if it's <span style="font-style: italic;">your</span> dream.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Through early morning fog I see<br />visions of the things to be<br />the pains that are witheld for me<br />I realize and I can see...<br /></span>N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1160515209584054002006-10-10T23:12:00.000+02:002006-10-10T23:20:09.616+02:00A fine dayHad a good day today... Happy.N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1158364032658448672006-09-16T01:45:00.000+02:002006-09-16T01:47:12.670+02:00Scratch that :)Just a day after my last post, I got a call from an agency where I applied for work, asking when am I available to start! So, as of Monday, I shall be going to work again! Never thought that saying that would make me happy...N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1158103220878442432006-09-13T01:20:00.000+02:002006-09-13T01:20:20.953+02:00Me 0 - 0 Job marketStill nothing.... I'm really getting bored now... living with no income is no fun at all.N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1153187746844593402006-07-18T03:50:00.000+02:002006-07-20T00:45:04.150+02:00Follow upWhen I was getting on the bike today, I saw what was the 'electrical problem' that plagued it... Last time I went to the shop to replace the speedometer, they didn't put everything in it's place, and the front brake light cable got caught in the steering and got damaged... wait, that's an understatement. It was almost cut in two, and the exposed wire was shorting out the circuit, hence the odd fuse problems every now and then...<br />Well, at least now I know what was that smell. The problem that remains, however, is that the alarm is acting up again...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's never-fucking-ending!!!!!!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">And more...<br />Went to the shop to solve the smell problem, and then I saw that two (out of three) bolts that hold the engine in place were missing!! Left the bike there, let them sort it out...</span>N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1152937114141587652006-07-15T06:08:00.000+02:002006-07-15T06:18:34.160+02:00Status Quo / SNAFU<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1146/1600/The%20Sad%20Clown.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1146/320/The%20Sad%20Clown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Still jobless, still searching... Bah... What a summer :( lots of time, no money to enjoy it...<br /><br />Cats are fine, Mia's has healed completely, jumping and spinning around like before the fracture, Braca is still a lazy bugger :)<br /><br />The bike is running fine, which means constant trips to the mechanic for some small repairs - last was the speedometer, and just as that got sorted, the electrical system started acting up. Oh well...N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1149568528517265552006-06-06T06:31:00.000+02:002007-06-28T15:57:31.744+02:00Transmission<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1146/1600/RMmysplash.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5980/1146/200/RMmysplash.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Just stumbled upon a nice 3D applet demonstrating the inner works of a motorcycle transmission. Take a look at it <a href="http://home.cfl.rr.com/genecash/transmission_applet/java3d_webstart.jnlp">here</a>. Originally found <a href="http://home.cfl.rr.com/genecash/transmission_applet/transmission_applet.html" target="_blank">here</a>, but the link died...<br />EDIT: link is alive again...<br />EDIT 2: both links are dead... ah, the everchanging Internet...N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23128873.post-1149189146191684642006-06-01T21:01:00.000+02:002006-06-01T21:12:26.203+02:00CoincidenceA few days ago, I went to the local DMV, or Traffic Police, to take a friend to pick up her driver's license. While waiting for her, I ran into a lieutenant that I served under in the Army - I was very happy to see him, we exchanged phone numbers etc, and arranged to get together when he comes back from his holidays...<br /><br />Nothing special, one might think. And one would be right. However, today I went to get my motorcycle license at the same place. While I was waiting in line, I ran into a major from the same unit. I served in a town in Montenegro, (come to think of it, that town will be in a foreign country soon enough) and this is all very very strange. Seeing two officers that I hadn't seen in almost 10 years, in a span of maybe 10 days... <span style="font-style: italic;">*play x-files theme*</span>N.http://www.blogger.com/profile/13288341247900395330noreply@blogger.com