;-)

"...uh sto je meni lose..."

DM kod nas, DA ili NE?!?

Da, da, zaista lepo zvuci, ali opet sam nesto skepticna...Depeche Mode u Beogradu, pa ne bi bilo srecnije osobe na svetu od mene da se to dogodi, ali...zvanicna informacija ne postoji, navodno se o tome pregovara. Naravno zna se da u martu dolaze u Budimpestu, a zatim u Zagreb (21. i 22.)...ali valjda je to zasluzio i Beograd?! Elem, ja im ne verujem nista dok ne vidim plakate po gradu i karte na blagajnama!!! Pricalo se tako i za Pepperse, i za mnoge druge, pa nista nije bilo od toga...
However, I hope that the dream will come true! :))
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The sweetest perfection
To call my own
The slightest correction
Couldn't finely hone
The sweetest infection
Of body and mind
Sweetest injection
Of any kind

Things you'd expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me

Sweetest perfection
An offer was made
An assorted collection
But I wouldn't trade
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...u pripremi "Las Palomitas"

Las Palomitas je, naime, naziv novog casopisa koji ce se u toku sledece nedelje pojaviti u prodaji u svim knjizarama i bolje snabdevenim kioscima....haha, sala mala, ali zaista casopis je u pripremi i nadamo se da ce ubrzo "ugledati svetlost dana". Na njemu su radili i jos uvek revnosno rade III6 drage nam Filoloske gimn. a zapravo se javio kao zelja da se obnovi nekadasnji casopis na spanskom jeziku "Más allá"...s obzirom da odkad smo se upisale u ovu skolu na tom planu nista nije radjeno dodjosmo na ideju da tako nesto ponovo realizujemo. Pod mojim urednistvom i uz pomoc tehnickog direktora, kako sam slobodna da je nazovem, drage Marashu mislim da uspeh nece izostati. Nadajmo se najboljim rezultatima! : )
Adios chulos!

p.s. Izvestaj od ponedeljka : )

Whitesnake-Here I go again!

No, I don't know where I'm going
But, I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises
In songs of yesterday
An' I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time

Tho' I keep searching for an answer,
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh Lord, I pray
You give me strength to carry on,
'Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time

I'm just another heart in need of rescue,
Waiting on love's sweet charity
An' I'm gonna hold on
For the rest of my days,
'Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time

But, here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again,
Here I go again
oooh baby
oooh yeah

An' I've made up my mind,
I ain't wasting no more time

An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
'Cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known

Can you get the point ;-)?

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, is in strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to “glorify God and enjoy him forever.”

Why should we live with such hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry. Men say that a stitch in time saves nine, and so they take a thousand stitches to-day to save nine to-morrow. As for work, we haven’t any of any consequences. We have the Saint Vitus’ dance, and cannot possibly keep our heads still. If I should only give a few pulls at the parish bell-rope, as for a fire, that is, without setting the bell, there is hardly a man on his farm in the outskirts of Concord, notwithstanding that press of engagements which was his excuse so many times this morning, nor a boy, nor a woman, I might almost say, but would foresake all and follow that sound, not mainly to save property from the flames, but, if we will confess the truth, much more to see it burn, since burn it must, and we, be it known, did not set it on fire-or to see it put out, and have a hand in it, if that is done as handsomely; yes, even if it were the parish church itself. Hardly a man takes a half-hour’s nap after dinner, but when he wakes he holds up his head and asks, “What’s the news?” as if the rest of mankind had stood his sentinels. Some give directions to be waked every half-hour, doubtless for no other purpose; and then, to pay for it, they tell what they have dreamed. After a night’s sleep the news is as indispensable as the breakfast. “Pray tell me anything new that has happened to a man anywhere on this globe,”---and he reads it over his coffee and rolls, that a man has had his eyes gouged out this morning on the Wachito River; never dreaming while that he lives in the dark unfathomed mammoth cave of this world, and has but the rudiment of an eye himself."

"Always look at the bright side of life"

Somebody already broke my heart

you came along when i needed a saviour
someone to pull me through somehow
i've been torn apart so many times
i've been hurt so many times before
so i'm counting on you now

somebody already
broke my heart
somebody already
broke my heart

here i am so don't leave me stranded
on the end of a line hanging on the edge of a lie
i've been torn apart so many times
i've been hurt so many times before
so be careful and be kind

somebody already
broke my heart
if someone has to lose
i don't want to play
somebody already
broke my heart
no no i can't go there again

...TV is doing an irraparable harm...

“Behind Winston's back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously. Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vision which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had to live -- did live, from habit that became instinct -- in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinized.”

This paragraph was written by George Orwell in his antiutopistic novel “1984.” which gives us his vision of not so distant future where totalitary rezim and police repression lead to a complete humiliation and degradation of people of Oceania.Of course, the whole point of the paragraph is telescreen (a.k.a. TV) which is used for observing and controlling every human being.

Although today, almost every household has at least one TV , it’s consumers don’t even think about the consequences that may be caused by this device. Now I’ll allow myself to make a comparison: the purpose of the Nobel’s dynamite was to help people solve some major problems in constructing like making the Suec canal, faster mine exploitation etc. but instead it is used mainly in arm industry, and it’s use is everything but human. It may be the case that TV was created for similar purposes, for eg. education, entertainment…but nowadays it seems that the original idea of it’s existence is rapidly fading.

That leaves us with a question, what happened to a Nobel cause??? Well, somehow over the decades it twisted into something as deadly as a gun, into the mass media. Its main goal is political dominance and cultural dependence. Now we won’t talk about political issues because we know what it feels like to be a victim of a “mass medical” propaganda, but I would like to point at some cultural anomalies that are happening in our society. The first thing that pops in my mind is so called “pink culture”. It is produced in several TV stations over the country and it contains highly provocative material in terms of its cultural values. Its talk shows, soap operas, in one word its whole programme is made for one purpose only and that is getting more and more TV viewers at any cost, even when that cost is a “cultural crime”, the ultimate kitsch, and the unbeatably cheap way of having fun. Since this is a free country, as the Americans say, there is no law that prohibits such a “sacrilege” and as the result of that we get a free ether fulfilled with wide range of subculture. Well, all of that wouldn’t be so bad if everybody knew how to judge these matters. Unfortunately, the ones nearest to a scene of impact are children, who do not have the ability to see all the bad things that TV provides. Nowadays, very large part of their education is in hands of television which doesn’t even care any more since kinder auditorium is so small and does not contribute to “money industry” created by big TV corporations.

So, where is this world going??? Is it to its own destruction, or its salvation? Maybe we are so close to Orwell’s predictions and we don’t even see it. And maybe the right thing to do is to make an antipode of George’s “Thought police”, the “Culture police” that would solve problems like “cultural violence” and educational fertility and remove the cancer of this society in years to come!

written by Doriana Gray