Belo in Črno/White and Black

Da naredim konec prekletim debatam o belem in crnem!!!

Moj swet je narejen iz barw!!!
Ni bele in ni crne! To sploh nista barwi!
Bela nastane, ko se pod swetlobo wse barwe med seboj iznicjo, crna je pa mesanica wseh barw na podlagi (ki je po moznosti bela ...)!!!
Prav tako ni wse siwo, kakor wecina wasih gnilih (siwih) celic. Ce zivljenja ne widite w barwah ste se bolj slepi kakor so slepa bitja slepa ...
Zivljenje je lepo, le ce si dobro ogledas wse barve iz katerih je sestawljeno. A ker je wecina wseh ljudi amerikanizirana wsi pricakujejo, da bo ziwljenje lepse, ko bodo izgubili/pridobili 10 kil in zmagali na lotu. Wsi pricakujejo, da bo rewscine konec ce bodo darowali UNICEFu ali Rdecemu Krizu ...
Dokler belec ni prisel w Afriko so bili ljudje tam bogati! Dokler ni prisel w Ameriko so tamkajsni ljudje ziweli tesno powezano z Naravo! Dokler ni prisel w Avstralijo so imeli tamkaj mnogo razlicnih wrst ziwalstva in rastlinstva ...

Clovek je stopil na Luno. Pozna Mars. Zanima ga ziwljenje TAM ZUNAJ. Zeli pomagati tistim TAM ZUNAJ. TAM ZUNAJ, kjer njegowa pomoc nikoli ni bila potrebna. Wsaj ne dokler ni wseh bitij TAM ZUNAJ zasuznjil.
Kaj pa jaz? Kaj pa ti? Tvoj oče in tvoja mati? Bratje in sestre? Prijatelji? Kaj pa ljudje, ki ziwijo w twoji neposrednji okolici?
Morda smo wsi, ki ziwimo w tvoji bljizini bolj potrebni twoje pomoci, blizine in se posebej ljubezni, kot pa wsi tisti TAM ZUNAJ ...

Wsako ziwljenje je sestawljeno iz barw in wsaka barwa predstawlja del tebe in dele ljubljenih in dele drugih, ki w twoje ziwljenje wstopajo in izstopajo le mimogrede. Wsaka barwa je pomembna. Wsak najmanjsi odtenek. Dokler se ne zawes tega se ne bos zawedel lepot ziwljenja in ne bos widel.
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Now just to stop the damn debates about blach & white!

My world is made of colors!!!
There is no black and there is no white!!! Black and white arent even colours!!! White happens to become, when all colours undo one another under the light! And hey u wouldnt believe me! The black is a mixture of all collors!
Also I have to tell u not everything is as grey as your rotten cells. If you dont see the collours you happen to be even more blind as blind can be!!!

Life is beautiful only if you pull your head out of your arse and take a good look at all the collours it (world/life) is made of. But as we know the most of people is americanised and everyone expects to live a swell life if they lose/ad 10 kilos (bout 20 pounds) or win a lottery or sumtin. Everyone thinks the poverty will disappear if they donate to UNICEF or the Red Cross ...

Untill the white man came to Africa people were actually rich there! Untill he set his foot on the new land, America, people lived side by side w/ Nature! Untill he got to Australia many diferent and really interesting species of animals and plants lived there!

Man walked on the Moon. Man knows Mars. He is interested in the life OUT THERE. He wants to help those OUT THERE. OUT THERE where his help or service was never needed. At least untill he enslaved everyone OUT THERE.
What bout me? What about you? Your father, your mother? Brothers and sisters? Friends? What about people who actually live w/ you?
Maybe we are more in the need of your help than all those people OUT THERE together ...

Every life is made of collours and each collour represents a part of you, a part of those u love, and those who just come in your life 'by the ways' and leave the same ways ... Every collour matters. Every single shade. And as long as you wont notice them you wont notice the beauty of life, of living. You wont see untill then.

Opravilo letnik / Passed the school year

Danes sem uradno opravilo letnik. Nisem imelo slabih ocen. Skratka so bile boljse kot wsa prejsnja leta ... Ko sem domow prineslo spricewalo sem bilo nawduseno ... Dokler nisem widelo nereda w swoji sobi ... Ja, mati me ma res rada ... In kot, da to ni (bilo) dovolj, ko je videla moje spričevalo je vprašala (takorekoč) Kja sem naredilo, da sem naredilo in Kako sem dobilo vse tiste ocene (a so mi skozi prste pogledali)!!! Ce jazst ne bi jest bilo, ubilo bi jo!!! Ampak za kaj takega sem cisto prewec leno za to ...

To je wse, folk! Se widimo!!!
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Today I have officially passed all the classes of this years ... (year???) Well I passed the school-year ... Shit, this is weirder (lol) than I expected ... However, my grades weren't bad. In fact, they were much better than those in my former school-years(???)! I don't want to know who's reading this ryt (right) now ... Well, when I brought the school report home I was thrilled!!! ... Ryt untill I saw the mess in my (bed)room ... My mommay (mom, mother, mommy) really loves me, yup she does ... And like if thazz (that is) not enough (!!!) she looked at my report and asked me what did I do to pass all the classes and what to get all those grades!!! If I wasn't me I'd just kill her!!! But I'm ways (I don't use word way, exept if I'm writing sth official ... u know ... like tests ... or books ...) to lazy to do that ...


Thazz all folks! See ye!!!

>Pisanje bloggov< ali >Writing bloggs<

Premisljujem, da bi blogge pisalo tudi v anglescini ozr. samo w anglescini ... Mogoce, kaj pa imam izgubiti ... Kaj prawite wi? ...

Ce ne drugace, poskusilo bom z 2jezicnostjo ...

Cajt je za ...

Nisem z vsakim dnem PRAVNO in OBJEKTIVNO mlajse. Mahnjeno sem ze dost da bi me pristewal med 5-letnike, to pa brez debate. Ampak zadeva je sledeca. OK sploh ne wem zakaj pisem uwodne tocke, ko pa sploh nwom ka mislem s tem doseć.
Pa gremo ...
Cajt je, da se zresnem.
Cajt je, da se zacnem pristewat k enemu ali drugemu spolu.
Cajt je, da se zacnem obnasat letom primerno.
Cajt je, da ratam normalno w polnoprawem pomenu besede (ce nc druzga, wsaj TO je NEMOGOCE).
Cajt je, da si zacnem sluzit cwenk.
Cajt je, da nardim solo.
Cajt je, da se odselm od doma.
Cajt je, da wzamem wse stwari w swoje roke.
Cajt je, da neham lenoritizirat.
Cajt je, da neham sanjat.
Cajt je, da pozabm Legolasa in si dobim tipa (dear god, don't let him/it be a normal human).
Cajt je, da se porocim. *kozlam na mestu*
Cajt je, da UMRJEM!!!

Cajt je, pa cajt skos bo. Wzemmo si ga pa lepo pocas, kokr smo zmozni pocas, ker se le enkrat ziwi w tem ljudskem telesu. In wzemmo ga za lepega. Uziwjmo w njem. Naredmo nekej iz njega. Pustmo kaj za seboj, da se nas bodo spominjali. In naj bo spomin lep.

Hmm... Tole me spominja na Johota. Zatorej naj bo to moj poklon njemu. Tak je bil. To je bil on. On je ziwel in ljubil swoje ziwljenje, wsak dan do swojega zadnjega.

Janez 'Joho' Pahulja, spi v Miru! Zasluzil si si ga. Ne bomo te pozabil!!! Ce nben drug, jest bom nadaljewalo to, kar si ti zacel.

Božiček

Werjamete w Božička?
To je tisti prikupni dedek s prifrknjenim noskom, rdecimi licki (rdeca so od mraza ali pa le zato, da bolj ljubek zgleda, ne pa zato ker bi bil pijan!), majhnimi weselimi ocki in otroskim nasmehom na ustnicah, ki so skorajda izgubljene w weliki/dolgi kosati beli bradi.
No jazst pa werjamem wanj!!! Nocoj prihaja in nam tala darila. Upam, da je meni prinesel kos dobre wolje in cel kup nowih zamisli za zgodbice!!! Pa ljubezni!!! Oh, tako ga imam rada! Razweselil je ze toliko ljudi in jim podaril weselje, ljubezen, upanje in zaupanje wase in w druge ...
Pa naj se kdo rece, da ta stari mozak ne obstaja!!!


Božiček (Miklavž, dedek Mraz, D' Claus ...), najlepsa ti hwalla za wse, kar nam podarjas in si nam podaril! Wsako leto mi polepsas, pa cepraw prides le enkrat w tem casu (cas je relatiwen)!!! Lepo praznuj, warno raznosi wsa darila, ko pa bos doma pa pozdrawi se gospo in vilince! Lepo leto zelim!!! In se pred tem; srecno nowo leto!!!

<3<3<3 Legolas <3<3<3

Danes pa morm pisat o Legolasu!!!

Moski, ki mi je ukradel srce ... In mi ga se wedno ni wrnil preklet vilinc zmesan!!! Ja, Legolas, ce to beres, daj oglasi se prosim kdaj pri meni in mi wrni, kar naj bi bilo moje ... Podkrepljeno s prosim ... Iluvatar naj te obwaruje pred mojo jezo, ce te opazim, preden ti opazis mene!!!

Ja torej ... I'm sick (bolno sem) ... Obsedeno z bitjem, ki na tem swetu ne obstaja ... wec ... Wsi mi prawijo, da je le lik in da ne obstaja in bla-bla-bla ... Wsi mi prawijo, da ga bom prebolelo ... Ze 6 let mi to prawijo, ja ... Cene se dalj ... Ne, to pa, hwalla bogu, ne ...

Tut jezst se weselim trenutka, ko dobim soje srce nazaj in pozabim (pa neee nooo) Legolasa ... Ampak se mi zdi, da bo trajalo se en lep cas ... Torej;

HELP!!!
I need somebody!
HELP!!!
Not just anybody!
HELP!!!
I need someone!
HEEEEEEEEEELP!!!
*by: The Beatles*

Ne glede na to kako se trudim, da ga pozabim, je se wedno tu ... 1x sem se ga ze znebilo, a ne za dolgo ... In, ko se mi je na mozgane, srce in wsako wlakno na mojem telesu, prilepil se drugic, me je se bolj (ce je to sploh mozno) prewzel, kot me je prwic ... Torej sem pod njegowim popolnim wpliwom ...

Po drugi strani sem pa srecno, da ga imam, saj mi tako ni treba skrbeti, da bi se zaljubilo w otroka clovekow ... That would be horrofying, petrifying, humiliating and rather disgusting ...
No offence, guys ...

Dragi Dnevnik ! <3

No pa smo tuki. Tut js bom zacelo pisat dnewnik ... Ampak to sele 15. feb 08 ... Zj je pa to le ena od tem.
No z Alice pa AiKo pa Maršo smo gworli o Inrikiju (oops n znam npisat) Iglesiasu (sj to je pa prow anede d je). In Alice je rekla d je widla na MTVju show (glih The Show Must Go On - Queen poslusam - ma se nism moglo upret) o njegowmu dnewniku. WTF???

In zacel se je tkole ane;
Dragi Dnevnik (Dear Diary) - zakaj oh zakaj se wsi kurcewi dnewniki zacnejo s takmu naslowam??? Alice je mela dobro idejo; Dnevnik Dragi (Diary Dear) ... Izvirno ampak me se wseen na nekj fuuul spominja ... Pa dobro zacetek nowega zacetka je pa le ...

Kaj mi gre sele na kurac!!! Zrawn naslowa more obwezno bit srcek! Cene pa awtomobilcek (d nawjo deci rekl d jih deskriminiram :D) Pa kwa za wraga???

Najbl smesn mi je pa tko k se folk z dnewnikam pogowarja;
Ja wes dnewnik, dans sm pa ful slabe wolje ...
Ja matrwola d res no!!! Mene wsi postran gledajo k se pogowarjam z ziwalco (ja ne niso wse plisaste ne!) poi pa ta isti ljudje se wsedejo pa w roke kuli wzamejo pa tkole dnewnik nagowarjajo k bi bil njihow 'dobri stari prijatu' ...

Nikol nam dojelo teh posameznikow (kr je wrjetn kr tretjina swetownga 'ciwiliziranga' prebiwalstwa) ... Zj nj mi pa edn to se razlozi prosm.
Zakaj so wsi ti srcki (pa awtomobilcki) pa nagowarjanja necesa kr w prwe wids (kdr ga w prwe odpres =>) --> sploh se duse nima do takrt!!! --> pa zakaj za wraga mu reces Dragi???!!! Grem stawit d swoji mamici pa atiju nikol ne reces Draga/i ... Dokler od nje/ga ne rabis kesa za cike pa kawico ... Pa zakaj ne powes komu k mu zaupas???

Aja pa se nekj; temu ponawad recemo PS:
Izgoworjene besede wedno lahko zanikas, zapisanih pa ne!!! *tukj wids mene s twojmu dnewnikam w rokah medtem pa se ti zlobno smehljam w twojo zaprepadeno šnofljo*