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Mozambique

Rok — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 16:29:13 +0000

In short,

Moz photos are on

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=26423&l=b8e87&id=502159741

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=26425&l=2d93d&id=502159741

Enjoy

Brasil Photos

Rok — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 12:07:31 +0000

To see my recent Brasil trip photos, check out the public facebook album on

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=8040&l=98e43&id=502159741

Rok

Om Shanti Om

Rok — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 20:48:19 +0000

Last friday, I boarded a plane to Hyderabad, India. As much as India was never on my top list of places to visit, I was very happy to be going there on business. I always try to request a window seat in the exit row, considering my height and the fact that you can lean against the window while napping. I managed to get it so I was really happy about that. As per usual, I hoped that there would be no screaming kids around me so I could enjoy my seat. Somehow, things went horribly wrong from there. The plane was literally 50% children, some only a couple of days old. No families with less than 3 kids and no men without a mustache. So there went my good seat and a nap, down the drain.

I love travelling the 3rd world countries. I love everything about them. Street food, funny different people, customs, the chaos, transportation, cheapness, bargaining, the adventure, the smiles that are a lot more common than in any western country. However, I hate the fact that I am usually the tallest and whitest person around. I just stick out . Even with my darkest possible Brazilian tan I just can’t compete. Maybe if I let a mustache grow…? As much as I have always considered my height somewhat beneficial with the ladies, it just doesn’t help here

I was warmly welcomed by the Indian winter, 30 degrees by day, 20 by night, no humidity. I am happy to be avoiding another winter But how does one describe India? I had friends who visited it tell me stories about it but this is just another place you have to see for yourself. Now I only have Mozambique, China, Russia and Japan left before I can say I’ve seen it all and buy a house in the country with a bunch of dogs and a windmill and never having to leave the place again.

The fact that India has 1.12billion people is reflected on every step. You have people working, peeing, living, sleeping, lounging, loitering on every square inch of the country. There’s incredible amount of people employed to open doors, to keep company to a chauffeur, hand out napkins, stand and look somewhat professional in a uniform that gives him god knows which function etc.
But, incredibly kind people. Smiling, smiling, smiling. Opening doors, loitering or just banging on a piece of metal in the gutter trying to make a nail out of it that he can then sell for 0.00037$.

The traffic, no comment. The closest analogy would be the frogger game. With only one life. Hence the pollution that is so bad you think the rain’s gonna start pouring any second. But it’s a perfectly clear day, no clouds, just thick thick smog. Did these guys really ratify the Kyoto???

Love the food. Breakfast, 21 spicy things. Lunch, buffet of 47 spicy things. Dinner, spicy. Snacks, spicy. Peanuts, spicy. Chocolate, spicy. I am probably being to graphical when I say it even burns when I take a dump.

I was being slightly naive when I expected that I could get by with English, considering it’s an official language and an ex British colony. Not Hyderabad it’s not. They speak Telugu here which is pretty Chinese to me. And I hate when I can’t speak the local language. After trying to learn so many languages, one still feels so powerless in this place. Their English goes as far as: Yes sir, Hello Boss and my friend. An example of a conversation:

Naive me: Hi, which direction is the lake?
Friendly smiling Indian: Yes sir.
Naive me: The lake, where?
Friendly smiling Indian: Yes sir.
Naive me: Is it that way or that way (pointing in opposite directions)?
Friendly smiling Indian: Yes boss.
Naive me: You have no clue do you?
Friendly smiling Indian: Yes sir.
Naive me: Thank you.
Friendly smiling Indian: You’re welcome sir.

They’re friendly, I give them that. No crime, terrorism, danger (apart from traffic).

I also don’t quite get the head bobbing. Basically, they bob their heads from side to side when they agree or instead of saying aha or yes. Which is really confusing since in the west we would use that gesture to disagree with something. So imagine me giving a lecture on a model-view-controller framework and Java compilation (and other realllly interesting crap like that) with the whole class bobbing their heads. Very hard to get used to it.

But it’s all good. I will leave India with nothing but good memories and impressions. I went to see a bollywood movie tonight which Monika highly recommended and I agree, it’s a must see. 3 hours of pure happiness, singing, dancing, with an interval in between like a theatre so you can buy more popcorn I cannot begin to describe the difference to movies we’re used to. Download or go see Om Shanti Om, you just need to see one proper bollywood movie before you die!!! It was the best entertainment value I could get for a euro and a half for a first class Imax theatre
Om Shanti Om!

how to lose 5 pounds in 2 days?

Rok — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 11:48:05 +0000

it’s nice to be ‘home’. well, home, Europe I guess at this point. I flew from Barcelona to Budapest today and the plane flies directly over Slovenia. It was a beautiful sunny day so one could see all the way down since there were no clouds. After almost of a year and a half of not being home it’s a weird feeling of seeing it again from 30000 feet. I miss mountains, the valleys, the snowpeaks, the little mountain villages, the hiking… 25 years of living in a unique place like that is hard to replace by any western or tropical civilisation…

I’ve had a interesting conversation with my buddy Sanj the other day discussing if living abroad makes you learn things that you wouldn’t have learned otherwise. In my opinion it does. Not only you learn things you would not otherwise but you learn them at least 10 times faster. Not that I am implying to be a smartass 29-year old now. What I am trying to say is that I don’t feel it is natural for one to go through these experiences that fast. It makes one reach the mid-life crisis at a quarter-life crisis point in your life. Now, what would a solution be? Obviously, as my other smartass friend Robyn would say, suck it up and live on!! The idea I was toying with was a little more controversial if I may call it that way. What if one decides to erase the last 3 years of his/her life? Not that they were not extraordinary and incredible times and experiences but erasing them would revert me back to the ‘pure form’ I was in 3 years ago (I know what you guys are thinking…ass&^$%&^%!!!).

So, trusting my hypothesis, the next question would be how does one erase the last 3 years? Let’s see. First, wipe out my gmail account and remove myself from any emailing group that I joined within the last 3 years, then backup and delete everything from my hardrive that dates within this period and put the DVD in a box. Then, take all souvenirs, T-shirts, anything that was purchased within the last 3 years and put it in that same box. Change one’s phone number. Move to the place that you haven’t lived in for the last 3 years. And then, most importantly, DELETE/DISABLE THE FACEBOOK ACCOUNT. Voila. Have I forgotten anything?

Then, 10 years down the line, after you have gotten over your quarter life crisis, you can open the box again and enjoy all the ‘goodies’.

Now, back to the question that any lady on this globe desperately wants the answer to. How do you lose 5 pounds in 2 days? Get food poisoning!! Of all the fly infested street meat of Brasil I didn’t get the slightest tummy ache. Having a club sandwich at one of the nicest boutique hotels in Budapest I spend two days shitting and puking my guts out. Now isn’t that ironic??

I miss my clean skin from the sea water, exfoliated feet from walking on sandy beaches… Damn, it must be nice to be a girl…

mlyask, yum, gulp

Rok — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 18:49:22 +0000

Yesterday night, my vacation officially ended with me starting to make way towards Spain. As per usual, I am doing it in ’style’. In other words, I took a bumpy night bus yesterday evening after numbing the fairwell with many caipirinhas, now spending the whole day in Fortaleza, killing time before catching a 22h bus ride to Salvador, hopping on a plane to Madrid, stopping by Monika’s place to pick up my stuff, back to the airport, fly to Barcelona, have a 6h sleep in the hotel, fly to Budapest for two days, get drunk with Richard and get the Indian visa, fly back to Barcelona, fly to India for a week of business, fly back to Barcelona, fly to Pamplona and back and then fly to Slovenia where planning stops for the time being. You still following?

anyway, i arrived to fortaleza at 4:30 this morning, took a little nap at the bus station and then dragged my hungover ass to town. Half way there, I tore my flip flops so I was walking around Fortaleza at 6:30am looking for a bank to exchange money (probably looking like the richest orphan with no shoes and Oakley sunglasses). since banks open at 10 I had to revert to plan B: finding an ATM that would be willing to take my card. ATM’s open at 8am so that was slightly better (yes, they are actually closed at night). For some reason, a debit card tied to my slovenian account but to Dejan’s name, still works. As I mentioned, this turned out to be the most expensive vacation I’ve ever taken but thanks to this miracle and my dad (thanks dad, this one’s on you! i know you’d be proud.) I manage to have an amazing vacation. Long story short, I am now a proud owner of a new pair of Havaianas (brasilian flip flops) since the last ones I bought in 2003 were forgotten somewhere in French Polynesia focusing on how to tie a knot at the dock…

the other day, driving back from kitesurfing, we witnessed an accident between a buggy and a motorbike that ended up underneath. it was a miracle that the girl on the motorbike actually survived, she had an open fracture of her ankle, part of the bone sticking out, not a pretty sight. Anyways, we stopped, the wife of another guy in our car was a doctor so she rushed to help. Of course, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that the girl needed to go to the hospital and have surgery. However, this place was remote so the nearest proper hospital is hours away and if the girl doctor wasn’t there they wouldn’t even have taken her. With all the commotion, it came down to the fact that nobody wanted to take her because of the gas. Gas is too expensive. Certainly a different way of looking at things within the community… But luckily the two foreign doctors managed to convince them that it’s of utmost importance that she gets there ASAP. anyways, off I go, I’m gonna binge on some more delicious brazilian cuisine before I hop on my 22h rollercoaster ride.

over and out Rok

little blue book

Rok — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 13:16:00 +0000

12/11/2007, FERNANDO do NORONHA, Praia do Conceição

Let me start by saying that this blog will have no consistency or train or thought whatsoever. Just in case you’re later looking for one…

I’ve just sat down after an afternoon of freediving to have a sundowner (ie. an exotic drink over a sunset, in my case a caipirinha). It was a worthy session of nature/fish bonding, doing what I love most. At one particular dive I was flirting with a nicely suntanned turtle wearing a tiny Brazilian bikini when a huge school of fish circled me, obstructing my flirtation with the turtle. 15seconds down the line when the fish finally found something more interesting to do and left me alone, the turtle was long gone. As I was trying to come up with the most appropriate swear word for the occasion, a grey reef shark whizzed by, taking the rest of my breath away, making me surface with a big smile though. All in all, not a bad minute to spend so I called it a day.

Now that Rene is gone (I’ll get back to that story later), it’s only my little blue scrapbook and I left on the island of Fernando do Noronha (google map!). This particular blue booklet saw the light of day on the 7th of October, 2004, as I landed in Bangkok on the way to Koh Tao to become a diving instructor. That was another one of those ’splendid’ ideas that I usually have… However, this one almost went entirely according to plan apart from the fact that I never returned home, especially not after 6 months which was the original plan… Then again, keep in mind I was supposed to be in Mozambique right now, instead i am about 8000km north west from there, same language, similar diving, mostly African background, so close enough I guess…

Anyways, this little booklet has seen some adventure in the past 3 years so I would boldly call it one of my dearest possessions right now. It contains pictures of friends, people I met, beer coasters, boarding passes, stupid private confessions (like names of all the girls I slept with; fuck off to all of you who doubted I could remember, it’s not that long!!!), my first scuba paycheck printout, various records written down and other silly things like this. To this day I remain a sentimental sucker which I swear will be the most likely thing to kill me one of these days. If somebody stole my passport right now, I swear I’d hunt them down, tie them to a tree, pull each one of their nail out REALLLY slowly, pour honey over them and let the insects eat them alive!!! not for the inconvenience of getting a new one, just for all the stamps and visas that I have… So keep your mitts off cause sentimentality (is that a word???) is a bitch!!

Where was I?? Just had my dinner and downed the first sundowner as the sun went down (clearly). Yum yum, on my way to gain a couple of pounds again, Brazil does that to me…

Oh yeah, Brazil, the land of fake titties (and indeed it is!!)… I can’t exactly pinpoint what it is but my second time here is an eyeopener to a different perspective. It might be the fact that I am seeing the far northeastern part, might be that I am not doing the university here this time or the ability to converse in Portuguese from the start. I managed to avoid speaking any English here since there are actually very few backpackers. Even the ones I did meet, for example the two french dudes, they spoke 4 words of English and 6 words of spanish. No clue how they will make their way around northeast Brazil So I’m quite happy I was forced into bonding with the locals, having to pick up my portunhol quickly.

Damn, had to down the other caipirinha and make a run for the hostel since the mosquitoes invaded my privacy. What can I say, even paradise isn’t perfect. God knows I have realized that by now. Having lived in an illusion of finding a “perfect” place for the last 2 years, I must have learned something… But with my black cloud (Marie, this one’s for you!) above, it feels as if I’ll be much better off by making the best of the things life throws my way. And crap, does it have a weird basket of items it picks from!! But I’m getting the hang of it. Let’s just say I’m a late bloomer.

Blimey, what was I trying to say about Brazil. I told you this will have no consistency, so no complaining!! OK, since I had the opportunity to hang out with real Brazilians (as opposed to the ones who were privileged/smart enough to go to the best Brazilian university that I was mostly partying with the first time I was here), my perception of another paradise has been corrupt a bit. My love of food, drinks, music and friendliness of people in Brazil has been overshadowed by the fact of never knowing when you or one of your dearest will get shot over 50 cents. Having a great time partying with Ana and Felipe in Recife also portrayed 9-year old kids sniffing glue in front of the Maracatu stage, dancing, trying to suppress the feeling of hunger while some of us were lucky enough to enjoy the “quality drugs of the rich”… VERY SAD

There is no middle class in Brazil, well barely any. I met some amazing people, a Candomble guide in Salvador, Ana & Felipe in Olinda and Recife, Rene in Natal and Fernando do Noronha. They all read books or go to university, however their options are very limited here unless you came out of the rich background. One more things they all have in common: they all desperately want to get out of Brasil whereas all us foreigners are trying to get in. Get out to Little Brazil in Toronto. I’m beginning to understand the happiness, safety and content that immigrants enjoy in Canada. The music, the food and the drinks can be quite well exported to Toronto. Yes, you have to put a parka on a couple of months a year but you may as well go back to Brazil for carnival then and visit your family. Which is what Brazil is very nice for.

Maybe even I will realize that one day instead of trying to find that “perfect” place to buy a house in. However, since my Mozambique plans have gotten screwed up, I will just have to wait until then to make this conclusion. Until then, I have some laundry to do. Tyring to save some money since this is turning out to be by far the most expensive trip of my travelling career and I haven’t even done windsurfing up north yet…

Até mais,

Rok

PS: Oh, my honeymoon story. Well, Fernando do Noronha was always supposed to be my honeymoon destination but somehow life planned it differently for me. I ended up over there with Rene, the coolest Brazilian guy from São Paolo. He happened to be a diver I met in Natal looking for someone for share some costs of the trip to Noronha with. So we ended up diving there and exchanging portuguese/english lessons. That’s all the gossip there is! ha! ain’t that boring???

Brasil, na na na na na naaaaaaaaa

Rok — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 16:45:04 +0000

So, just had lunch and two caipirinhas which makes me officially drunk at 1pm. I’m in this small village called Olinda, next to Recife, Brasil, where you can have all the shrimps in the world, I feel like Bubba Gump… . I just walked past 7 funeral homes which were kind of scary considering that the rest of the village is beer stands and beaches with parties on every other corner… i guess people die young and plentiful when you party so much…

anyways, i stayed in Salvador do Bahia for 2 days, seen some African traditions and learned to play some African/Cuban percussions since this is obviously as close as i am getting to africa this time.

i am clearly looking for a place to dive so i am probably moving more north where i can get some of that done and windsurf for the last week before i head home.

it’s refreshing/intriguing to be without a laptop, phone and even a mirror. i dare anyone to spend a week or two without looking at him/herself in the mirror. you’ll make for a much happier human…weird but mirrors indirectly make us kind of miserable and unhappy….

blah blah…
Rok

shattered dreams

Rok — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 13:05:15 +0000

well, to put it simply, this has been the greatest fuckup of my life. after all my traveling experience, i walk into Madrid airport to board my plane for south africa, in transit to mozambique, to find out i don´t have the required visa to enter south africa. long story short, i have been shivering for the past 2 days to realize that my dreams i have been talking and planing about for the last two years, have gone down the drain over a lunch break.

along with A LOT of money, vacation that has been agreed upon within my contract that i can never get again in one piece. at this point, everything was out of control and in gods hands.
so for some of you who know me, you also know i will go with my head first against a brick wall to get what i want. so over night, you make 3769 phone calls to airlines, embassies etc. and tomorrow i am on my flight to Salvador de Bahia, Brasil.

i know life is unpredictable, but this is fucking ridiculous. however, funny situtation when your dream shatters in a blink of an eye and suddenly you have 20 minutes to come up with a new dream. so to visit northeastern part of brasil was supposed to be saved up for my honeymoon but i guess at this point in my messed up life, i may as well get it over with alone…

um beijo a todos!!

Zasto volim Kanadu

Rok — Wed, 23 May 2007 05:22:37 +0000

Ovo je basically forward emaila koji mi je bio poslat od drage prijateljice koja kaze da uvijek gundjam i da jesam pesimista. Ovo me nasmijalo do usiju i mislim da je prilicno dobar utisak balkanaca o Kanadi. Naravno, nemojte to uzimati kao objektivno mislenje ili odraz pravog stanja!!! Uzivajte, take it for what it is, a funny email!!
“Kanadu volim zato što je to jedna velika i lepa zemlja koja ima puno
prirodnih lepota. Te lepote uglavnom ne mogu da se vide golim okom, ali ih
ima dosta na kanalu „Discovery” koji tata, mama i ja volimo da gledamo i da
se ponosimo u kakvoj zemlji živimo.

Mama i tata kažu da je Kanada lepa zato što u njoj živi puno raznih naroda i
narodnosti i što su ljudi svih rasa i religija ovde našli mesto da žive u
miru i prijateljstvu. Ja u školi imam puno drugara iz razliitih zemalja, ali
tata ne da da ih dovodim kuci pa se zato družim samo sa našom decom ciji su
roditelji bogati jer tata kaže da je tako najbolje. Moja sestra je ucila u
školi da je multikulturalizam jedna velika stvar i to joj se mnogo svidelo
pa je pocela da se zabavlja sa jednim deckom sa Jamajke. Onda su je, kada su
saznali, mama i tata zajednicki oplavili od batina.

Kanada je lepa zato što se u njoj govori puno jezika, a neko čak govori i
engleski. Kada mog tatu prijatelji iz zavicaja pitaju kako stoji sa jezikom,
jer znaju da je u školi stalno vukao keca, on kaže da se sasvim dobro
snalazi i sa srpskim. Onda mama kaže da mu ništa drugo i ne treba jer ne
izlazi iz naših kafana, pa se onda posvadaju i pošalju me napolje.

Moja mama mnogo voli Kanadu jer kaže da ovde ne mora ništa da kuva, zato što
je sve na gotovo i sve može da se kupi. Mi se slažemo sa njom i najviše
volimo kada kaže da je boli glava pa naruci picu, ali je zato moja baka kada
nam je došla u posetu plakala dva dana kada je videla kako smo se svi
ugojili (mama kaže da smo se popravili).

Kanadu volim zato što ima razvijen sport i što sa skoro svake Olimpijade
donese puno medalja iz krlinga , bijatlona, badbintona, odbojke na pesku,
trambuline, i ostalih važnih sportova.

Tata kaže da mnogo voli Kanadu zato što ti nije potrebna veza da dobiješ
posao kao kod nas. Svi imaju iste šanse da se zaposle u „McDonaldsu” ili
„Tim Hortonsu”.

Ja mnogo v olim da idem u kanadsku školu zato što se puno igramo i ucimo
dosta korisnih stvari o domaćinstvu. Uciteljica nam je rekla da ćemo u petom
razredu da ucimo citanje i pisanje.
Jedva cekam. Moja sestra ne voli školu zato što ide u dvanaesti razred pa ih
sada teraju da uce tablicu množenja.

Najlepše godišnje doba u Kanadi za mene je zima. Od zimskih radosti najviše
volim kada uvece svi sednemo ispred televizora i gledamo vesti o tome kako
su se ljudi zaglavili u snegu na auto-putu. Tata tada uvek kaže kako je
dobro što nije zaposlen, jer ko zna kada bi došao kuci.

Mi svi u porodici mnogo volimo Kanadu zato što je daleko pa tatina rodbina
iz Mionice ne može da dodje kod nas i ostane dve nedelje dok cekaju da im
zakažu pregled kod specijaliste.

Mama uvek govori kako je ona potekla iz fine i kulturne porodice i da voli
Kanadu zato što ima puno kulturnih dogadjaja. Kaže da joj je najveda želja
da gleda mjuzikl „Lion King” i da ucestvuje na „Karibani”.

Ja volim Kanadu zato što se ovde mnogo vodi racuna o deci. Ako te tata ili
mama tuku onda možeš da pozoveš jedan broj telefona, pa onda dodju neki
ljudi i odvedu te u neku kucu gde ima puno dece i gde o njima vode brigu
cike koje mnogo vole male decake.

Kanada mi se dopada zbog toga što možeš sa 16 godina da dobiješ vozacku
dozvolu, uzmeš auto od tate i onda se trkaš sa drugarima po ulicama.

Moj tata kaže da voli Kanadu zato što ne mora da živi sa maminom mamom.
Doduše, ona nam ponekad dodje u posetu i stalno prica kako joj se ništa ne
svidja u Kanadi, ali tata kaže da nju ne smemo da slušamo jer je ona „matora
komunjara”.

Volim Kanadu zato što ima puno mesta gde možeš da odeš na izlet. Mi se
svakog vikenda kada je lepo vreme, znaci bar tri puta godišnje, na brzinu
spremimo, sednemo u kola i odemo na neko jezero. Tu se uvek lepo provedemo
sve dok ne pocnu da nas grizu komarci i dok mama ne pocne da vice na tatu
zato što je popio osam piva. Onda dodje vreme da idemo kuci, pa upadnemo u
gužvu na auto-putu i u kolima svi cute. Ja tada volim da gledam kroz prozor
i da uživam u prirodnim lepotama Kanade.

Volim Kanadu i zato što u njoj ima puno domaćih i divljih životinja.
Svi imaju kucne ljubimce pa sam i ja molio da dobijem psa, ali mi je mama
rekla da njoj ne pada na pamet da ide za njim po ulici i da skuplja govanca
u plasticnu kesu. Onda sam krišom poceo da hranim jednog rakuna koji nam je
prevrtao po djubretu jer sam hteo da imam svog ljubimca, ali ga je tata
umlatio lopatom kada ga je video u dvorištu.
Krišom smo ga zakopali iza kuce i tata nam je zapretio da cutimo jer bi
inače morao da plati neku kaznu od ne znam koliko mnogo dolara.

Moja sestra mnogo voli Kanadu zato što je ona malo punija ( ja mislim da je
baš debela) pa kaže da ovde uvek može da nadje garderobu u kojoj izgleda
seksi. Ja mislim da nije to razlog nego što joj se niko ne smeje na ulici
kao kad je bila u Beogradu pa su je zvali „debela Kanadjanka”.

Kada sam pitao mamu zašto ona voli Kanadu, dugo je razmišljala i na kraju mi
rekla da je voli zato što može da se opusti i ne razmišlja šta će reci
komšiluk, koji nam je tamo kod nas svakog dana zavirivao u lonac.
Onda sam ja razmislio pa sam joj rekao da ovde i ne mogu da nam vire u lonac
kada ga niko i ne upotrebljava. Onda mi je ona zveknula jednu zaušku i ja
sam odlucio da je iskljucim iz ovog projekta.

Moj tata kaže da najviše voli u Kanadi to što je izbor piva toliki da će mu
trebati još ko zna koliko godina pa da sve isproba. Ja mislim da je on već
sve isprobao po više puta i da stalno pocinje novu turu.

Volim Kanadu zato što ovde i cike mogu da se žene među sobom. Ja baš ne
marim mnogo za devojcice jer su alapace i bezobrazne, pa sam razmišljao da
oženim nekog drugara kad porastem. Mislim da bi nam baš bilo fino jer bismo
mogli zajedno da gledamo utakmice, igramo fudbal i košarku i narucmo picu
ili kinesku hranu kada dodjemo kuci.
Rekao sam to tati, a on se samo uhvatio za glavu i opsovao i ovu zemlju i
dan kada je u nju ušao. Nije mi jasno zašto se tako naljutio kad je stalno
pricao kako voli Kanadu.

Ja volim Kanadu zato što je to velika i lepa zemlja sa puno prirodnih
bogatstava.”

What doesn’t kill you…

Rok — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 00:51:20 +0000

…only makes you stronger they say!

But maybe I should stop walking around the ghetto at night and pushing it! Hm, just a thought…

Rok

PS: Recycle damn it!