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Friday, June 29, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
The French were bred to die for love they delight in fighting duelsbut I prefer a man who lives and gives expensive jewels.
A kiss on the hand may be quite continental
but diamonds are a girl's best friend.
A kiss may be grand but it won't pay the rental
on your humble flat, or help you at the automat.
Men grow cold as girls grow old and we all lose our charms in the end.
But square-cut or pear-shaped these rocks don't lose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend...
Tiffany's ... Cartier...Talk to me, Harry, Winston,tell me all about it!
There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
but diamonds are a girl's best friend.
There may come a time when a hard-boiled employer
thinks you're awful nice but get that ice or else no dice.
He's your guy when stocks are high
but beware when they start to descend,
It's then that those louses go back to their spouses
Diamonds are a girl's best friend.
I've heard of affairs that are strictly platonic
but diamonds are a girl's best friend,
and I think affairs that you must keep liaisonicare better bets if little pets get big bag gifts.
Time rolls on and youth is gone and you can't straighten up when you bend
but stiff back or stiff knees you stand straight at Tiffany's
Diamonds... Diamonds...
I don't mean rock salt -but Diamonds, Are A Girl's Best Friends
...Ekonomija savremenog doba se, dakle svela na vreli asfalt i tapacirana sedista udobnih, novih modela automobila, a moto ovog doba je jednostavan: prodati se odmah, brzo i lako. Ovaj moderni projekat ima dalju razradu da treba zaraditi na laznom osmehu pod prigusenim svetlima prestonickih najluskuznijih bistroa i kafea. Zatim da je pozeljno uspeti bez muke, uspeti vestinom nadogradnje kose i silikonskih grudi. Uloziti u sebe da bi drugi ulozili u vas. Iskoristiti one koji zele da budu na usluzi prevoza, koktela, ekskluzivnih vecera u nerealno skupim sushi restoranima... Nadmudriti, pokazati se u bljestavom porno izdanju B produkcije sedamdesetih. Biti zelja i podstrek neskromnih i iskompleksiranih, neobrazovanih i impotentnih. Postati devojka, zena bitne persone modernog proazaicnog drustvenog miljea. Biti trn u oku drugih, biti gospodja ministarka, imati lozu, vozaca, biti dama estrade sa tri puta starijim muskarcem pored sebe. Udati se milionera. Preko noci, odmah. Pozeljno je biti `sponozorusa`. Ova rec se poslednjih godina izgovara sa velikom dozom opreza, ali opet sve cesce sa osmehom pobede na usnama. Nema kategoricno pogrdno znacenje. Da li se formula junakinje satiricno romanticnih dela Jane Austen, ili udati se za onog sa najvecim godisnjim primanjima i posedom, pretvorilo u nesto sto savremena devojka danas lako prihvata, jer je to laksi nacin da ispuni sve svoje skrivene snove, bude deo jednog drustva, sistema, i ne ulozi nista osim tela i, samo na prvi pogled, malo mozga u sve to?
Marylin je, kao ultimativni camp , maskota epske plasticne plavuse, ne one koja potice sa severa Evrope. Ona kao zena, kao jedna od nas, je ocigledna zrtva, zrtva Kenedijevih, zrtva americkog sistema vrednosti, zrtva slave, zrtva sopstvene lepote. Niko tako savrsen nije bio neosudjen na propast. Kazu i da velika lepota i seksipil automatski prave oklop oko bica gde su u njavecoj koncentraciji. Na taj nacin, to bice potpuno neduzno, izdvajaju od okoline i ne dozvoljavaju mu dozu neznosti i paznje koju prosecno bice dobija redovno. Marylin je tako dobar primer ove teorije da izaziva cak sazaljenje do granica koje ljudi mogu da odvoje kada vide jedno usamljeno, uplaseno dete na ulici. Kao kaznu dobila je epitet upravo devojke koja je u stalnoj borbi za sponzorstvo, iako je zavrsila u mrtva krevetu, sa pilulama u zelucu i mozda detetom u stomaku. Odbacena od svih...
Marylin je, kao ultimativni camp , maskota epske plasticne plavuse, ne one koja potice sa severa Evrope. Ona kao zena, kao jedna od nas, je ocigledna zrtva, zrtva Kenedijevih, zrtva americkog sistema vrednosti, zrtva slave, zrtva sopstvene lepote. Niko tako savrsen nije bio neosudjen na propast. Kazu i da velika lepota i seksipil automatski prave oklop oko bica gde su u njavecoj koncentraciji. Na taj nacin, to bice potpuno neduzno, izdvajaju od okoline i ne dozvoljavaju mu dozu neznosti i paznje koju prosecno bice dobija redovno. Marylin je tako dobar primer ove teorije da izaziva cak sazaljenje do granica koje ljudi mogu da odvoje kada vide jedno usamljeno, uplaseno dete na ulici. Kao kaznu dobila je epitet upravo devojke koja je u stalnoj borbi za sponzorstvo, iako je zavrsila u mrtva krevetu, sa pilulama u zelucu i mozda detetom u stomaku. Odbacena od svih...
If you’re ever going to be ready for Mr Right, you have to take a good hard look back at all the Mr Wrong you’ve dated in your life and work out what lessons you need to learn from all those frogs you kissed.
1 The Bachelor He’s attractive, funny, has a good job, a nice place… that’s right, he’s too good to be true. “He seems like a great catch,” Lawrence says, “but he’ll dump you by the end of the second month.” She’s eerily correct: my own bachelor lasted for barely seven weeks. He owned his own advertising agency, a lovely flat in central London, a fat cat and a Vespa. I was 31 and should have known better. I didn’t have sex with him for the first five dates, thinking that if he was The One I should hold out to seem like wife material. Silly me – it doesn’t make any difference with The Bachelor because he’s not looking for a wife. As one of Lawrence’s friends once told her, “He’s like a glass of water with a coaster: he never leaves a ring.” Sure enough, he phoned me one day to say there was another girl he’d been seeing who was ‘more in love with him than I was’, so he was ‘going to go with her’. I was gobsmacked. Then I remembered the two champagne glasses in the drainer in his designer kitchen the last time I’d stayed the night… “He’s attractive because he seems to have his life under control,” says sex columnist Rachel Kramer Bussel. “But that’s precisely the problem; there’s only room for you in his bed, not anywhere else.” So be wary; if you see champagne glasses in the drainer and you haven’t drunk any champagne, ask questions. Because then at least you’ll have the satisfaction of dumping him.
2 The Hot Guy My first-ever boyfriend at 18 was a Hot Guy called Chris who looked like a young Brad Pitt. Being seen out with him made me feel like the most beautiful girl on Earth because the dazzle of his good looks reflected onto me. And so, when he inevitably dumped me, I comfort-ate, putting on 7lbs in a fortnight, totally insecure about being rejected by someone so handsome. Lesson to be learnt: as Kramer Bussel points out, the Hot Guy “will only make you feel insecure if you’re insecure to start with.” I needed to work on my self-confidence. A hard lesson to learn, particularly because those 7lbs were a bastard to get off again…
3 The Older Guy Ah yes. Matt*. I was 24, he was 35. Turned out he preferred younger women because he was too messed up to date anyone his own age. He didn’t want an equal, he wanted a wide-eyed young thing who was impressed by his recipe for tomato sauce with mango chutney in it (the secret ingredient). “Older Guys don’t want an equal,” says couples therapist Lucy Rivers, “so he’ll dump you after a while for a younger version of you.” I dumped Martin when I realised he never gave me any encouragement with my career. I was a struggling journalist and instead of supporting me he’d just pat me on the head and tell me how sweet I was. Years later, I bumped into him. He was living in the same (rented) flat, doing the same job and his latest girlfriend was – you guessed it – a struggling artist of 25. I hope she learns the Older Man lesson soon.
4 The
Proximity Guy “He’s the guy you date because he happens to be available,” Lawrence explains, and he’s the one you’re most embarrassed to admit to dating. You don’t introduce Proximity Guy to anyone. He isn’t Mr Right, he’s just Mr Right Next Door. My Proximity Guy was called Francesco. We didn’t have anything in common apart from the fact we were stuck in the same quiet village (I was living in Italy at the time) and ‘hooked up’ when we had nothing better to do on the long winter evenings. “You both know your relationship is going nowhere, ” says Lawrence. Well, yeah, if you can dignify it by even calling it a relationship.
Proximity Guy “He’s the guy you date because he happens to be available,” Lawrence explains, and he’s the one you’re most embarrassed to admit to dating. You don’t introduce Proximity Guy to anyone. He isn’t Mr Right, he’s just Mr Right Next Door. My Proximity Guy was called Francesco. We didn’t have anything in common apart from the fact we were stuck in the same quiet village (I was living in Italy at the time) and ‘hooked up’ when we had nothing better to do on the long winter evenings. “You both know your relationship is going nowhere, ” says Lawrence. Well, yeah, if you can dignify it by even calling it a relationship.5 The Wounded Guy Oh God, Wounded Guy. The love of my life, until I met my fantastic husband. He was called Tim* and was very damaged, although it took me ages to realise that because when I met him he seemed incredibly together. “Which is often how Wounded Guy conceals his problems,” says Rivers. “By seeming to have everything under control.” Unspecified family trauma meant I was the first serious girlfriend he’d ever had. At 30. Yes I know, I know, but I thought my love could heal all his pain. It was agonising to realise Mitchell’s need to keep everything under control meant he could never open up enough to have a proper relationship. “You want to be the one to heal all his wounds,” says Kramer Bussel, “but this will only happen when he’s ready to be saved, not before. So save your energy for someone who appreciates it.”
6 The Clingy Guy The Clingy Guy adores you. He lavishes you with flowers and DVDs he’s burnt of your favourite TV shows. On the second date he tells you he wants you to meet his parents, and he’s not just trying to get you into bed, he means it. He is, as Lawrence says, “Your man-puppy. He’ll follow you anywhere.” I met my Clingy Guy, Phil*, at university. After I finally told him I just wanted to be friends, he sneaked a look at my laptop in the library only to find a half-written email that read: /I really should fancy Phil as he’s such a nice guy, but every time he sticks his tongue in my mouth I want to scream or bite it off./ Phil left a Post-it on my laptop saying he’d never talk to me again. And he didn’t. Phew. Lesson: send your message loud and clear, even if you do like the attention… and the DVDs.
7 The Younger Guy Pretty, smooth-skinned, unspoilt by life. That’s the point of the Younger Guy. Well, that and all his sexual energy. At 31, I rebounded from a serious boyfriend onto a 22-year-old called Davey who looked like a fallen angel (think dark and brooding) and was a tortured artist. That part was a bit exhausting. But hey, he was a successful rebound and I get huge girl-points for having had a fling with someone A) younger and B) shockingly handsome. “He’ll make you feel good about yourself,” says Rivers, “and as long as you’re both aware it’s just a fling, it can be a very positive experience.”
8 The Workout Guy You meet him in the gym or out jogging. He’s ripped, sexy and super-fit. Jeff was my weights coach at the gym. On our second date we ate sushi and went back to his. I woke up hungry and went to the fridge – full of smoothies and wheatgrass. On the side was a huge jar of protein powder. That was all the food he had in his flat. Starving, I nipped out to get some brekkie at the corner cafe, and never went back. Dating a Workout Guy, says Lawrence, “is like dating a muscular male version of a 13-year-old girl with an eating disorder.” Lesson: don’t date anyone who can’t make you a basic breakfast.
9 The Party Guy Ben*, a hot Australian who plied me with champagne while playing Al Green’s sexiest songs on the stereo, was my Party Guy. And I still remember him very fondly. The first time we kissed I jumped back and said, “You have a tongue stud!” “Yeah,” he said, looking me straight in the eye, “and it’s really good for oral sex. Wanna find out?” I did, and it was. Oh, Party Guy is so much fun. Just remember that he’s totally unreliable, and always, always use a condom. My friend Julie* caught a nasty little infection off a Party Guy last year and it took ages to clear up. So by all means play, but play safe.
Source-Cosmo
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Gianfranco Ferrè (15 August 1944 – 17 June 2007) was a fashion designer also known as "the architect of fashion" for his background and his original attitude toward creating fashion design.Born in Legnano, Italy, he received a degree in architecture in 1969. Ferrè began his fashion career in 1970 by designing accessories, then worked as a raincoat designer in 1972-74. He started his own company Baila in 1974 and launched his signature collection for women in 1978. His first men's collection appeared in 1982, followed in 1986 by his first couture collection in Rome.
Ferrè became Stylistic Director of Christian Dior in Paris in 1989, when he was chosen by owner Bernard Arnault to replace Marc Bohan. In 1996, it was announced that Ferrè would end his engagement with Dior with the Spring 1997 collection for the label. His own label is more relaxed and practical than Dior, with functional pockets and no big hats. Sophisticated white shirts have became the symbol of his personal signature in fashion design. Ferrè appeared to be extremely critical of trends and fashion gimmicks. He dealt with his demanding schedule, being responsible for a French top fashion brand and his own Italian label, by commuting between Milan and Paris in his private plane. Ferrè had a lakeside home in Lake Maggiore, near Milan...
Life is very interesting... in the end, some of your greatest pains, become your greatest strengths. Drew
Kissing-and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than s*x, hands down. Drew
A fish may love a bird, but where would they live? Drew
If you're going to go through hell... I suggest you come back learning something. Drew
I try to believe like I believed when I was five... when your heart tells you everything you need to know Lucy L
Most men are the same. They're only interested in fu*king you and they don't care whether you're happy or sad. They just want to get on with their business in and out of bed, and they make you feel that you don't count except as their s*x toy. Diaz
Your regrets aren't what you did, but what you didn't do. So I take every opportunity. Diaz
I'd kiss a frog even if there was no promise of a Prince Charming popping out of it. I love frogs. Diaz
I grew up with a lot of boys. I probably have a lot of testosterone for a woman. Diaz
If you really want to torture me, sit me in a room strapped to a chair and put Mariah Carey's records on. Diaz (ha, ovde se jakoo slazemo :)
Style's not something that you decide on on Monday and photograph on Thursday. You've been developing that for your whole life.
That was the whole point in forming a band. Girls. Absolutely gorgeous girls.
We were five heterose*ual, good-looking men. We competed against each other for the sexiest girls... I won.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Necu da sam napicena kao druge sve
necu silikone, guzicu od plastike
necu usne kao da sam pavijanu rod
necu da te volim zato sto si pun ko brod
Necu da me colici na ribu naprave
necu da me Filgud skroji radi zabave
necu da mi broje koje pivo mi je to
necu da me 30 kila bude s krevetom
necu, necu boga mi necu da mi zivot kroje novine tv
necu da me vode oni gluplji od mene
necu da ti budem kao tvoja mati znaj
necu da se smorim da bih otisla u raj necu da mi ova zemlja bude robija
da se lakse sida nego viza dobija
necu da me krade svako kome digne se
necu da je zvezda svaka koja skine se
necu, necu boga mi
necu da mi nepismeni pisu pravila
necu da me dziber kao lutku navija
necu da mi glume neke ljude poslovne oni koji nemaju ni cetri osnovne
necu da mi valjaju stvari kradene
necu da mi Italiju Kinom zamene
necu da mi pare u dekolte trpaju oni sto sirotinji od usta drpaju
Necu, necu boga mi
Sunday, June 24, 2007
At the age of 16 I was already dreaming of having a baby because I felt myself to be an adult, but my mum forbid it. Right now, I feel like a teenager and I want to have fun for one or two more years before starting a familyModelling killed me
Before, being a model, it was just a job, and I was making fun of it. But today, I take my career more seriously. The fact that a reader may buy an Armani item because she'd seen it on me in a magazine is very important to me. So much so that I intend to launch my own label.
Najekstravagantnija hrvatska hip-hop, r'n'b, funky, jazzy grupa
IZ DANA U DAN
Kolko nisko idemo, može li uopće niže možda nam se dig'o zanos al standard nam se ne diže
dani ponosa i slave… i minusa na tekućem mi ne živimo, mi preživljavamo
šta ostavljamo našem budućem naraštaju?
dugove, račune, rate kredita nas guše a nemamo ni kune kombiniramo kako odgodit plaćanje bar za desetak dana je*o život kad na karticu se kupuje hrana
di smo sad stara štednja se otopila ošla na ono bitno
pojela se i popila bez svega smo ostali, prenaglo nas je pogodilo
ko uopće zna što se to prek noći dogodilo
koga da pitam brate ko će mi dat odgovore reci bilo šta osim da je moglo biti gore
sve te tisuće, hiljadarke, konjanici i rudari stavljani davno na stranu
za neki san da se ostvarinestali u brojkama brojke ko snijeg okopnile
dok mi smo preživljavali životne stvari poskupile i di smo sad?
napokon mirni, napokon slobodni,napokon u svojoj državi
al sad smo siromašnidali smo svoje snove za ovu zemlju i nije nam žao
al usput se našao domoljub veći od nas pa pokrao sav višakradili
al nisu nas cijenilimjesecima čekali da plate trud što smo uložilidi smo sad?
opet sve ispočetka za kolko nisko idemo od ponedeljka do petka
kolko danas vrijedi naš radimali smo sad nemamo di smo sad
REFREN:Samo živimo iz dana u dan i svaki san davno nestao je izbrisan…
Koga da pitam brate, tko će mi dat odgovore reci bilo šta osim da je moglo biti gore
i di smo sad (di smo)još čekamo bolje sutra možda naivno se nadamo
istim stvarima dok iznutra cijeli sistem zakazuje nema pravde da nas štiti,
nema poštene vlasti sve sami konvertiti obećanja su jeftina
a život je tako skup pa su uzor kriminalci šta ćeš nije narod glup hoće standard,
hoće lovu, hoće živit, hoće sve a to čekaju i čekaju i čekaju i popi*de jer nema smisla,
režije su visoke, minus je preduboko sve to traje predugo
narod puk'o jedni kukaju što jučer bilo bolje je neg danas drugi divljaju galame
dok ih puca nacionalni zanosi... pitam te... pitam te...
di smo sad dalje radimo na crno ispod cijene al' do kad ko će vratit dostojanstvo,
ko će platit punu cijenu dat nam tol'ko kol'ko vrijedimo da stvari jednom krenu
više gubimo strpljenje samo brojimo probleme sve što imali smo nemamo
i teško nam je breme pa na kraju svatko zapita se «kolko nisko spao sam»
pa kako onda ostat ponosan....
Reci mi sa smo mogli promijeniti svijet
reci mi molim te i da će djeca što dolaze imat nasljeđe za ponijet
i reci mi da nismo sve dobro uništili reci mi molim te
i da ću moći mirno spavati od savjesti
reci mi da možemo izgraditi, da još nije prekasno i ako zakažem daj mi snage stvorit nešto prekrasno i već sutra volio bih otvoriti oći
pa da budem zahvalna l ne mogu pa stisnem zube i hodam iz dana u dan
Thursday, June 21, 2007
“My only obligation is to keep myself and other people guessing.”“When you step back and watch people, you realize that we use every single body part. Movement, dance - I find it genius because it's ultimate expression, really.”
Eva Herzigova is now a mommy. The Czech-born model is the proud mother of a baby boy she delivered in Paris on Friday June 1st. The newlyborn, named George Marsiaj Herzig, is the first child of Eva and her Italian boyfriend Gregorio Marsiaj. "The whole family are well, Eva is delighted, and they will all be leaving on a holiday together shortly," a spokeswoman from Storm Models confirms.
Getting born in the state of Mississippi
Papa was a copper and mama was a hippie
In Alabama she would swing a hammer
Price you gotta pay when you break the panorama
She never knew that there was anything more than poor
What in the world does your company take me for
Black bandanna, sweet Louisianarobbin' all a bank in the state of Indiana
She's a runner, rebel and a stunner
On her merry way sayin; baby whatcha gonna
Lookin' down the barrel of a hot metal 45
Just another way to survive
California rest in peace
Simultaneous release
California show your teeth
She's my priestess, I'm your priest
YEAH, YEAH
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Jos ovaj post o Slovackoj i to je kraj za ovu godinu (kakav sam im pr uradila :). Dakle, Gradsko pozoriste je mesto gde se zavrsno vece festivala organizuje. Inace, Pozoriste sadrzi i dramske, operske i baletske redovne programe...
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Slovakia in a few new posts (the owner of this blog is back:)
0 comments Posted by kotang at 11:22 AM
Da! Osvojili smo opet nesto! Od mogucih 20 zemalja Evrope ukljucujuci i US, Srbija je uzela drugu i trecu nagradu . Prvo mesto je pripalo Moldaviji. Medju so called pohvaljenima se takodje nalazimo sa par lokalnih televizija... Par postova posvecujem gradu Kosice i festivalu Golden BeggarWednesday, June 13, 2007
Hello everybody! Nisam vas zaboravila....juce sam doputovala u Slovacku i bicu nedelju dana na Medjunarodnom televizijskom festivalu Golden Beggar (http://www.festival.sk/
Javljam vam se sa slikama ovih dana! Grad je divan, APSOLUTNO bozanstven. Vec sam pisala o njemu ranije, jer sam drugi put ovde. Prekrasni parkovi sa fontama, siroke stare ulice prepune kafea sa laganom muzikom, pozoriste sa ogromnom fontanom i naravno Katedrala svete Elizabete - CHRAM SVATEJ ALZEBETY- kao centralno mesto, velika i prelepa...kolosalna!
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Thursday, June 7, 2007
Eto... prvi put posle 15 godina. Devojke koje su u Svajcarskoj Tanju i Olju, Ljilju u Kanadi i Jelenu i Veroniku u Beogradu pozdravljamo :) Neke nisu mogle zbog posla da dodju (Marina,nikada necu oprostiti tvom sefu! :( Zaljucak je da se nismo promenile :) i da smo uglavnom sve profesorice :)) Dosla nam je i Ceca `muzicarka` nasa razredna prve dve godine...Sneski `engleskinji` veliki pozdrav :)
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