And U want to find a word, way, gesture, metaphore, whatever that sounds similar to it. Something which will break through u, close to that place where the true answer is revealed. The Question is : WHY THE HELL DO I ALWAYS WANT TO COME BACK TO BITOLA????
Hot summers, freezing cold winters, silence in the afternoon siesta in which the furniture talks, waiting for the taxi, the stinking Dragor pretending to be a river, broken windows in my high school, empty talk and boring Visage, the park full with drunk underaged voices, people-symbols, people-appeareances, people-emptiness, stone make-up, the cross above the German Graves, the bored audience in the theatre.
You want to come up to something new, a verse that wasn't written before, a song that haven't been sung before.
It such a bore. Bitola, I hated this town, I still hate it. Everything is the way it has always been. Like in a photograph. It is a hole. A well in which coins are thrown in order to bring you luck. Bitola, three syllables, melodic, short, you can sing them forever. DO not destroy the house of Lord. Go and come back again. Light a candle in Begova Cesma. Kill the animal within you. Go and gossip again, make yourself a goddess, you have to look beautifull tonight. After all it is the only place in the world where somebody notices you. Matbe because there is too little to be noticed at all. Go , dye your hair. And after you stay there for a while, become anonymous again. Write a blog. Nobody will read it anyway.Stay another ant locked in a cell with internet and cable tv, with instant coffe, and instant onion soup that you just finished writing this, have an instant orgasm and an instant death which is waiting for you in wome instant future, no mather where you are......

At this moment I am watching Monty Python-the meaning of life, one of my favourite movies (it's the commercials now on tv otherwise i wouldn't have been writing this post)....it is the ugly part when a man is forced to donate it's organs and he is killed in the very montypaytonian way..and after it they force his mother to do the same with the wonderful song of......just remeber that you standing on a planet that's revolving.....bla bla.....gone to watch it again

that was ania especially for blog,thank you back to the studio

ooooooooh that 104 error.......oooooooh here it comes again.....I bet this is on purpose for me to transform into blogger pro...but not me..not today!!!!!!!

ooooooooh that 104 error.......oooooooh here it comes again.....I bet this is on purpose for me to transform into blogger pro...but not me..not today!!!!!!!

today it is ok...the layout is on its place and I guess we can continue from here the way it was before. too bad I will be leaving in two weeks time and I won't have the chance to write to this blog as often as П would like to but anyway, I am satisfied (sort of) with the way it looks...someday I will change the colours since pink is not one of my favourites....it's one of my least favourites...

I guess something is against me today. 5 seconds ago i wrote a really nice post about my missing template about which blogger doesn't have a solution...and I don't know what to do about it. I really don't deserve it, i was a goooooooood girl.

listening to massive attack-unfinished sympathy (since I cannot put it into its proper place)

now it looks somehow, i guess so, the only things which are left are the banner and comments...

ok I am going to let it stay pink for now.....let it be...pink to the world now .....let's work on the content:) (no more 1 sentence posts for today promise)

and now pink is for girls

let's see how it looks with lugosi skin