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                <title>Blog tocka</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 13:17:15 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Vsi ga pisejo. Pa ne zato.<br />
It's the ingredients that make the frame full.<br />
<br />
And I'm tired of waiting - should our Academy eventually open its own blog zone, I will make the transfer then.<br />
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<a href="http://noordung.blogspot.com">[link]</a><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Kdo neki tam poje</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 16:34:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I think there are many things you can get your eyes wet about. But - aren't you defiling the secret of life with acting it three times a day?<br />
<br />
Where have all the heavy words gone lately?<br />
<br />
Zakaj je mogoce propasti pred vzponom in stampiljkanjem na vrhu? A, mogoce pa postavljam toliko vprasanj, ker sem po nekem zaostalem pokolenju Jud. Oni baje radi govorijo vprasalne stavke, ki v bistvu pomenijo trditve.<br />
No, jaz pa rad govorim nesmisle, ki bi radi obrodili granatna jabolka, da bi vsenaokrog kar prasketalo od radostnih madezev domislic. Kako jebeno elipsasto je tole.<br />
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And there is definately too many people to care. ]]></description>
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                <title>Monty No26</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 11:03:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've never realised how genially disgusting and morbidly humorous the 26th episode of Monty Python's Flying Circusss is. Today I took advantage of the small gap in time and had another view of it.<br />
Life gets so opened up and new, when you have an empty head. It happened to me for the first time in my life today, during the rehearsals. The room started to become a blank volume of air, the persons in it simply humans with no specifications and emotions dispersed into thin air. Maybe it was because of enormous amounts of psychological action this summer, or maybe it was the toe of a god yet unknown. Either way, I don't have even the slightest clue about the whole mess.<br />
<br />
Perhaps it is the cronical need of very concentrated amounts of proximity. Maybe Pluto got very angry with mankind for throwing him out of the solar system. But most surely the reason lies in me being just one of the "zoon politicon" species with a serious, auto-virtually built opinion of unimportance.<br />
<br />
Is it unimportant to be E(a)rnest? The roundabout way to put it - I can feel the universe contracting today. I might tend to be sucked in a giant hole of few exits, but I am grateful for it.<br />
<br />
And how was your day? ]]></description>
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                <title>Blogspot</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jun 2006 14:05:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Since I'm in Ljubljana, I write my short thinkabouts here. It isn't much until now, but, to be honest, I don't even have my computer here in Ljubljana, so I'm depending on th goodwill of my roommate and our academy's library.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://blazsef.blogspot.com/">[link]</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>Anti-fascism</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 15:37:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I finally agree with the idea, but here - I'm only testing the stamps.<br />
Decide for yourself.<br />
<br />
:thumb32373354:<br />
<br />
or<br />
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<a href="http://antifascists.deviantart.com/">[link]</a> ]]></description>
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                <title>I quit</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 06:29:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I quit being a shambolic verse-assembler, I quit my writing, because I feel I have nothing to say... I know somehow, that my lazy mind isn't good enough to express itself - even if it would - what have I got to give? Art is about making better, renewing, inventing, enjoying.<br />
If I don't enjoy being in my own skin, then it's probably a clear solution to quit and find my pieces to reassemble them new. Maybe.<br />
<br />
I still love you. And I never say that with empty words. Spread the cosmic fluid, please, for my sake. I can't do it this way anymore. ]]></description>
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                <title>Soon-to-be-in-motion-again</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2006 03:07:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well, this semestral vacation was quite stuffed with action all around. There were two shootings, one really of shorter range, but anyway, there were a few books to read and I couldn't overt my old habit to read one or more things, that aren't on the "must read" list, given by professors, and then I loose some valuable time to read those works, I really should... But - I'll make up for the "lost" time already this week, because I'm kinda in love with literature in every possible way. Well, maybe not with tabloids, but even they are good to read every now and then, to see, what feeble stupidities people come up with, just to make some extra coins hit the moneybag. Sometimes they don't even know, how humorous their articles can be - and that's exactly why they're so foolishly witty.<br />
I had an excellent time yesterday with some "theatrical people", as I like to call them. We talked for about three hours, though they're not all actors and directors, they just feel the thrill of talking about it. And when you figure it out, that three hours went by in a fall of a sand grain, you always know, that it's the conversation that gave you new strentgh to live your life in ways, that won't be perspective in the world of neocapitalists with no sense of art at all, but thrilling in means of trying to achieve the house of your dreams.<br />
<br />
Let's go down to the river and pray <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />, that tomorrow reunion with my coeds goes smoothly, because I've been missing them very much.<br />
I believe the laziness of mind is what troubles the modern man most. And tomorrow we start the heavy work again, that won't leave any space for that.<br />
I love you all. ]]></description>
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                <title>That last journal emoticon</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 02:56:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ was crap.<br />
<br />
Love itself wasn't. ]]></description>
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                <title>Water pressure</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2005 02:54:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Never mind we were doing it as a rehearsal while studying the art of play, but I'm trying very hard to feel like a hydrant now, that red metal thing, standing upright with enormous water pressure holding him up. I hope at least my water is not contaminated and false, because staying alive in vain would have no purpose - or would it?<br />
Beating around the bush and seeking self-confidence. Sometimes I wake up in the morning and get frightened by my own face in the mirror. Sleep is a value I do not have lately. Mostly because of work and company, but there's also a rather big cause elsewhere...in reinventing the myth about love again. Or merely removing its mystical omen, but there is a great deal of things to do with my mental growth before.<br />
<br />
So much to do. And little time to do it. But they won't break me just now.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Oh, yes.<br />
Forgot something.<br />
I fell in love with someone.<br />
I hope she knows by now. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/whisper.gif" width="31" height="21" alt=":whisper:" title="Whisper sweet nothings in my ear!" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>AGRFT</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2005 06:54:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ October 16<br />
AGRFT<br />
Lotsalotsa work awaiting. My first week of grinding the floor on the academy has finished and I'm a little bit exhausted, since I haven't been doing that much concentrated exercise for the whole three months long vacation. I have to get back in shape (and with me, that means, pack on some weight, because I have always been way too skinny) and condition.<br />
First impressions needn't be the decisive ones, but I surely feel quite at home already at my new school. For the most part, everybody's been tolerant and motivating, sincere or at least trying to be like that. This opens a wide horizon of feelings for me, but I'm not sure I'm capable of reaching out to them just now. It will have to take time.<br />
Schoolmates a.k.a. coeds fill me with trust, but...as I've said - this was only my first week here. And things never get bad straight on from the beginning.<br />
<br />
I've found out it's not so easy to stay focused on my girlfriend, because we barely see each other once every 14 days lately, and even that doesn't include larger time intervals. Yesterday, it was like...an hour of being together after 14 days. It pretty much makes me feel every bit of it, to the bones and to the veins. During the week, however, I meet tons of other people, also women, and I get into conversation pretty quickly - afterwards, I feel like I'm betraying someone's feelings, though it's the last thing that would get on my mind. Strange, but thankfully, I always think something ten times over with women, before reacting too directly.<br />
Yesterday was really a miracle. One hour with my girlie...but here we go again, another week or two for another hour. A grande killer.<br />
<br />
Mais oui, c'est pas bon toujours... ]]></description>
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                <title>A bit of listing.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 00:11:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Friends in real life (not-so-very-random order):<br />
<a href="http://lecorbusier.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/l/e/lecorbusier.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="lecorbusier" /></a> <a href="http://fusionwaremorpheus.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/f/u/fusionwaremorpheus.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="fusionwaremorpheus" /></a> <a href="http://oktazan.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/o/k/oktazan.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="oktazan" /></a> :milc13: <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" />oultry: <br />
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Friends in the fifth dimension (fourth being time of course, the order is random):<br />
<a href="http://annisahmad.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/annisahmad.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="annisahmad" /></a> <a href="http://chainjamadas.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/c/h/chainjamadas.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="chainjamadas" /></a> <a href="http://kathryna.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/k/a/kathryna.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="kathryna" /></a> <a href="http://leroue.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/l/e/leroue.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="leroue" /></a> <a href="http://ozzwizard.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/o/z/ozzwizard.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="ozzwizard" /></a> <a href="http://radiophonic.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/r/a/radiophonic.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="radiophonic" /></a> <a href="http://sheepxmafia.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/h/sheepxmafia.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="sheepxmafia" /></a> <a href="http://sixwingedrose.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/i/sixwingedrose.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="sixwingedrose" /></a> <a href="http://sooo.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/s/o/sooo.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="sooo" /></a> <a href="http://tecman.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/t/e/tecman.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="tecman" /></a> <a href="http://violetfury.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="violetfury" /></a> <a href="http://jchaves.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/j/c/jchaves.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="jchaves" /></a> <a href="http://josemanchado.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/j/o/josemanchado.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="josemanchado" /></a> <a href="http://gwarf.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/w/gwarf.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="gwarf" /></a> <a href="http://kerembeyit.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/k/e/kerembeyit.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="kerembeyit" /></a> <a href="http://peitxon.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/p/e/peitxon.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="peitxon" /></a> <a href="http://realmenthink.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="realmenthink" /></a> <a href="http://antifan-real.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/a/n/antifan-real.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="antifan-real" /></a><br />
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Today is the D-day of my wait for a free student room in our capital city, the allmighty Ljubljana. Tomorrow is my dearest girl's birthday party (she had it in jul, actually, but who the Paradise lost cares <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />).<br />
I can feel the moving itch right now. But still - I can't wait to play it the actor way on my future college on the first of octobre.<br />
<br />
Mmm. ]]></description>
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                <title>The creamy book of friends</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Jun 2005 03:50:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://fusionwaremorpheus.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/f/u/fusionwaremorpheus.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="fusionwaremorpheus" /></a> <a href="http://oktazan.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/o/k/oktazan.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="oktazan" /></a> <a href="http://milc13.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="milc13" /></a> <a href="http://poultry.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/default.gif" width="50" height="50" alt="" title="poultry" /></a><br />
That are all my friends, I can figure of being here, at DA. Any forgotten ones, hit me. I do get forgetting sometimes.<br />
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Morpheus - a very special guy with tremendous sense for short-verse poetry and absurd dramatics. He opens my horizonts when I least expect it and he does it in a constantly unpredictable way. One hell of a mate, I tell you.<br />
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Oktazan - also a member of the idealist club, also a costudent as Morph and quite talented for different visual arts. For what I know, it's mostly painting, sculpting and making exquisite photos. Yep, you should pay attention to him, for he is gooood.<br />
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Milc - Mile, the local alcoholic beverages Ulysses, finding his Ithaca in "delirium tremens", dealing with friends, and being the special man for debates. Though he is blond, there is no way you would have figured it out <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />.<br />
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Poultry - Jozaaaaaa! The most enthusiastic reader, master of short prosaics, all-around eccentric and inventor of new ways of surprising and shocking people. Beware, Josko invading! ]]></description>
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                <title>Kulminacija</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2005 00:15:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mislim, da je pravi izraz.<br />
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Anyway, these last few weeks (or days, could be...) were a culmination of work. I don't know if I ever learned as much as I did for my high-school graduation exams in my whole life. Well, my eyes hurt and I think I could do a lot better and take more time for it...but, alas, that is what I always think about things.<br />
<br />
Well, at least I think I got the maximum of points at oral exams of English, Slovene and Maths. I don't know about German, but it couldn't have been all 20 of them. 18 or 19 more like it. I'm much more worried about two things - the "written" exam in Slovene, which was quite badly solved by me and the exam in Maths, which was an incredible fiasko by any standards. Sociology could prove out to be just fine and linguistical tests, including the essay, too. Beee. We'll see.<br />
<br />
Anyway, I noticed how we got a little sentimental in this last year. Come on, people, it's not as if we won't see each other anymore! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> I think Ljubljana will be a whole new place for oportunities and making wild love in a...ups, got carried away! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
<br />
Oh yes, how do I post my friends here? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Luwigana</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 17 Jun 2005 08:51:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Is a nice and appealing city, but...if there is rain, as there was yesterday, it gets pretty nasty and fast, alas not on the road, where you cannot get anywhere any earlier than in an hour. Damn.<br />
And the high-schoolers from the most elite gymnasiums in the state are bored, boring (not all, thank God) and drowning in apathic bacchanalia. Damn again.<br />
At least I got my tickets for E.S.T., I'm still thinking about Madredeus (2nd of october), because they kick ass, and I got my appliance forms to my (hopefully) future faculty. ]]></description>
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                <title>The life's duality</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 12 Jun 2005 04:46:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I love a girl I really got to meet more tightly some weeks ago - and nothing is changing it - it's simply so everlasting and fulfilling as nothing has ever been so far... Perfection of emotions. I never thought I'd be having that. --> <a href="http://lecorbusier.deviantart.com">[link]</a> <-- That's her site, brand new, though, and not well stocked for now, but it shall be <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" />.<br />
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On the other hand, I was really astonished seeing how sincere friends I have. They made the 3rd of June my happiest birthday so far - all of them - Mitja, Andreja, Katarina, Sasa, both Zigas, damn...they were so thoghtful! It's an infinite joy when I see that people, to whom I trust, have faith in me, too. Thanks, my noble friends, for everything!<br />
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And with having Joza around when learning for my high-school graduation exams was certainly an enlivening factor <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />). Buttocks and hillarious nudity of all sorts... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />)<br />
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P.S.: E.S.T. are coming to Ljubljana on the 2nd of November this year. I can't wait to hear them live, since it's been my true wish for about two years now... ]]></description>
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                <title>Untitled sequel</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2005 07:42:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The sands of resting time - hollidays -  are running out. If nothing else, I've  at least regenerated my spirit and body  for work, which the high school exams  are full of.<br />
Almost all friends sublimated, as they  do always, when we're not in a closer  touch. Well, I must not be harsh to  everyone - Morph's been there for me,  Andreja, Sabrina and Sasa too...but  women get easily distracted by some  other factors...for instance, their  boyfriends and shopping. Who'd blame  them anyway? Let them enjoy their  lives, my lad, I said to myself. If you  can't cope with it right now, it's not  as if they would have to feel the  misery, too.<br />
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I like to make people around me happy.  Even if I myself am not doing it. But  it gives life a new dimension. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Requiescat in pace</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Apr 2005 10:03:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ OK, he was conservative and did allow  no (or almost no) dialogue on some  catholic reforms such as women becoming  priests, the right for abortion, use of  condoms and the abolition of celibacy.  A more conservative approach, I'd say.<br />
But on the other hand, he forgave his  potential murderer, Ali Agca and  reached a milder verdict for him, he  attended rock concerts, made over 100  missionary trips to a great majority of  world's countries and above all - he  stood up for humanity and solidarity  amongst the people of the world, no  matter which religion they belong to  (he also went - as a first pope - to a  sinagogue, mosque and a protestant,  also orthodox church...).<br />
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I really am going to miss him. He was  an icon of my youth and I feel as  though now, as he passed away with his  and my god (however I don't approve a  lot of Church's dogmatical and oldened  theories, I still am a catholic), a big  part of my personality changes into  something, I am not quite sure about  whether is it good or bad.<br />
Or maybe is the timing that combines  these two events only a matter of  coincidence.<br />
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It's for me to find out. Nevertheless,  may he rest in peace. He deserved it. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Easter</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Mar 2005 10:47:19 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Killing me, as usual. The matter in  fact - everything is, when I'm not able  to be with my friends and people that  generally understand me. I know I'm  weird, but I feel lonely for most of  the time just like a lot of normal  people.<br />
And I must say I don't exactly adore  it.<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Caramba</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2005 23:16:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This week's been a killer. Do this  performance, that performance, learn  poems by heart for interpreting  (medieval lyrics of Provanse), hold the  tempo of school-work...i've rarely seen  a day when I could get home from school  any further than at eleven'o'clock or  something like that. Well, luckily, I  only got one bad mark during this whole  process, but I might not be that lucky  next time. Anyway, the stage rehearsals  are off for the day (unexpectedly) and  that's the only reason I had the time  to write this in the first place. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Spring cleaning</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2005 11:39:47 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Only just begun, to be honest. I  revamped the "Imbued with something"  poem's roster with major grammar  repairing works. Check it out reloaded,  if you like. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>At least something :)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 05 Mar 2005 01:32:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ For at least once in some time I am  really proud of myself. I never  considered myself to be a good driver,  in fact, my feelings towards driving a  car tended to be a bit...negative. I  was very clumsy from the beginning on,  making almost every mistake possible,  so that my driving teacher invited his  other students to join my classes and  learn on mistakes. And with having a  chronical shortage of precious time  (rehearsals, training hours, school  activities, that had to be done), my  course took place all the way from  september 2004 up to yesterday, having  me behind the steering wheel only for  about an hour - approximately - a week.  Oh, goodie <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />. Well, yesterday I finished  the so called "agony" <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> and passed the  driving exam with my 40th hour, making  it go through in the first try. In the  first try! Well, it is true I had a bit  of a lighter course due to intense  snowing outside, but all the  technicalities were nonetheless checked  and done without major failures.  Hoorah! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
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And now, back to school work, lot to do  and little time to do it. Yay, as  always. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Jea!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2005 11:27:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Working on something quite new now -  and I have a devilishly good feeling  about it. Poetry. In English, for a  change. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Lucky</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2005 09:29:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lucky for me that this year's  Valentine's day passed without major  letdowns - the feeling somehow faded  away because most of the couples  enjoyed their henceforth-to-last  relationships in the weekend. <br />
As the matter in fact - I (luckily, if  I may add) don't feel the desire of a  woman's touch or romantic glance right  now. I hope it stays right there for  some time, otherwise I will have to  spend an abundance of my time on poetry  again. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Jin and Jang</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 12 Feb 2005 01:06:46 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Some bad answers, some good - I  definitively got even more enthusiastic  for actor's academy than I already  were, but I lost a certain affinity  towards linguistical studies. Well, at  least the presenations were  veryveryvery dull. Except for the  comparative literature, that's what I  liked, because one student of this  subject (he combines it with philsophy)  came right in in the middle of  professor's speech and started to  explain things from a student's  perspective, which was extremely  interesting. He eased my worries with  assuring me that I needn't know very  well all the 4 languages for the study  - English, German, Italian and French -  only two of them are quite enough to  make a start. Splendid <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Operation Blitzkrieg</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 10 Feb 2005 05:43:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Tomorrow I will have to ask many  questions...quickly. It's the day in  year, when all future university  students go to the information spots of  their desired study locations and  gather info about the programme,  employment possibilities and all-around  life in a bigger town (where  universities are mostly located). I'm  heading to our capital city, Ljubljana,  in order to check out the Academy for  Theatre, Radio, Film and Television  (AGRFT) and the  Faculty of arts  (precisely, the programme concerning  comparative literature and a foreign  language, for which I haven't decided  yet).<br />
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I hope all goes well. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>A wish</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 09 Feb 2005 05:21:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ If i could just make a bargain  somewhere and get a digital camera. It  feels good sometimes to just  encapsulate the moment on film and let  the image do the talking. But it's  utopic to expect that money will grow  on the trees and students like me don't  exactly have it in abundance. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>The blasphemy of art</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Feb 2005 04:28:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Man, was that show before the  tomorrow's slovenian day of culture a  mother of boredom. I actually felt  empty amidst all those musical pop-rock  blasphemy, that I've heard a million  times and it only works for the first  time - if it works.<br />
And the programme in the library, where  I was before, hasn't been much either.  It's getting worse every year, the  jokes aren't at least a bit inventive  and bright exceptions are more rare  with every generation that conquers our  high school. Nobody cares about art and  the divine feeling it can give.  Now...now we're on to cheap laughs. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Charade</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2005 06:12:44 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A fuse went out in our rehearsal  complex. But we're en route to mend it.  And our director got badly sick. Damn,  poor Jasa.<br />
Acting is tough, but alltogether - it  was a very interesting weekend. I got  real dancy with fellow actors and some  guys and girlies from the bunch,  celebrating in a pub, wearing masks.  After all, masquerade fits in quite  well sometimes, especially in February,  when hearts get open for that sleazy  Valentine's day. I hate it, but feeling  love in the air has a special  connotation in the shortest month there  is. Even if it's not concerning or  invading you. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Boy,</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2005 06:09:41 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ do I feel empty today. Going back to  school after two days of absence and it  still seems like the same old madhouse  with no particular changes being made  in my head. Nevertheless, hope remains,  that I enjoy the rehearsals for our  newest play during the weekend. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Aegroto, krank, sick, whatever</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2005 08:03:12 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, I guess it has been a bit foolish  of me to expect to roll my way steady  through the ambush of winter  sicknesses. Attending the rehearsals on  regular basis, training basketball,  hoping to overt infection with physical  activity, and trying to cope with all  the school tasks in the same time - it  has probably been too much. I have two  suspects by now, from which I could  have gotten the disease, but it doesn't  matter now, why blame other people -  I'm the same. I don't stay at home  unless I'm halfway to the undertaker's.<br />
I have seldom been so angry about being  so wrong and forcing my health to its  limits. Now I will have to miss  tomorrow's basketball championship and  if I get well, I will have to study  geography, too. There's a tricky exam  planned on tuesday and god only knows  what will happen if I miss this one,  too... I already skipped the last  week's exam because of  basketball...well, at least everything  is settled with other subjects. For  now. Hopefully, my sickness is nothing  but a strong cold and headache in  working - I want to get really fit for  next week's Preseren day and poetry  reading. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Remarque</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2005 11:09:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Nothing new in the west - still that  bloody sleepy feeling and we're  rewriting that silly german exam  tomorrow. I know I should do some more  exercises and "bespreche" some more  grammar rules, but in the end...who  cares? This year, it's all about  improving sociology and geography.  Mathematics is more or less consistent,  the same goes for slovene, history and  both foreign languages.<br />
I guess I'm at the breaking point of  becoming extremely lazy. That must not  happen, definitively. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Hakuna matata</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2005 07:52:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, me likes svahili. But it's  exactly "au contraire" about how I feel  today. Well, it has been better and it  certainly has been worse, but the  emptiness of learning, making homeworks  and trying to maintain creative and  open spirit, the sense for art...this  cannot go on well for long. I'm getting  myself to see that Lynch's movie,  Mullholand drive. It may batter my  inner optimism to the ground, but,  frankly, who cares. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Balkan spirit</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2005 08:45:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Had a double look at the legendary  serbian movie Ko to tamo peva and I  must say it's quite a movie indeed.  Though - again - no big money or  pompous screenplay, but a laughable and  tragical (all in one) selection of  actors, especially Pavle Vujisic; did  his job memorably - as usual. I guess  it's one of those rare Balkan movies  that really had the spirit in the flood  of war and adventure movies of the  post-war era. It really is something.<br />
And Michael Brook's coproductions with  Djivan rock. So does Jezek and Saban  Bajramovic. ]]></description>
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                <title>Terra mea mundo ignota</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jan 2005 10:10:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yup, it's bloody tough to get  understood. Sure, I get comfort and  some backup by my closest friends, but  it really doesn't do lately...I almost  had a nervous breakdown three days ago,  surviving yet another undertakingly  hateful arguement  with my mother.  Well, I guess we aren't meant to be  happy, are we? Luckily, there was  Björk, that saved the day and the  weekend - i had my first look at a  marvellous movie by Lars Von Trier -  Dancer in the dark and the icelandic  singer fit in as if she was born for  that part and had rehearsed it from her  early years on. I mean, blimey, it's a  tragical story alright, but the  purification of one's soul at the very  end and the musical part with her  outstanding voice...it was pure  symphony.<br />
Ergo - there is still art to save me.  And friends. ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Fedra by Racine - No1</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2005 10:53:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's of no bloody use. I'm still tired,  because I go to sleep every night at  one in the morning, on monday it was  even 4 a.m. when I finally got to my  bed. Sheesh, acting rehearsals, basket  training, poetry now and then, the  usual homework and also a very  fascinating drama I saw yesterday in  SNG Drama Ljubljana - Fedra by Jean  Racine. The play was about two hours  and a half long, but I didn't manage to  un-glue my view from the stage. And in  the last 30 minutes the tension just  grew bigger and bigger, although the  scene was very minimalistic, the actors  told everything brilliantly with their  face mimics. I could only breathe out  very slowly when it all ended with only  some hard steps in the backstage.  Marvellous, suffice to say, that the  main actress won Slovenia's biggest  prize for theatre art last year. ]]></description>
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                <title>Book slavery</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Jan 2005 08:10:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm working crazy on this book for our  final high school exams - it really is  interesting, mostly, but it scares my  guts out, when I think of these bonds  of curicullum, stretching their arms  and holding me tightly, without a  single chance of escape. I have to  start working by the rules, or else I  will get shot by my grades very soon.  Some schoolmates, so I hear, have been  working on this book since the  beginning of these holidays and I'm  only in it for the last 48 (and a  little) hours. We'll see, but I've got  this peculiar feeling, nothing good can  ever come out of this. ]]></description>
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                <title>Worky, worky, rise and shine</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2005 06:02:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Some fuckups with my work due-dates are  starting to dance in my nostrils and  make me feel dizzy. I have a large book  to read today and to write a short  (like...10 pages) summary of it  tomorrow. If I fail, I may never get  respect back from my Slovene teacher  back. But it's going to be a "mother of  a blow-out"... ]]></description>
                <author>~szpilman</author>
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                <title>Miseria</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2004 05:07:27 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Times are changing and I don't think  they change for me. I'm still the  miserable human being that imagines  having a light of poetry and can send  with it his birds around, changing  people's behavior and inner essence.  Nope, no way. I'm still an old idealist  who hopes to get love from his friends,  but most of them just steals it away  from him. Well, he doesn't do a thing  about it. Eternal hope for things to  turn for the bright side.<br />
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I'm going to keep my dreams. And if  they kill me, so be it. ]]></description>
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