sreda, 29. december 2010
ponedeljek, 27. december 2010
Silent Monks Singing Hallelujah
A group of high school students present their own rendition of Hallelujah... :D
nedelja, 26. december 2010
sobota, 25. december 2010
petek, 24. december 2010
četrtek, 23. december 2010
torek, 14. december 2010
sobota, 11. december 2010
petek, 10. december 2010
And the award goes to...
Jay us.
petek, 3. december 2010
Guy playing a "PVC" instrument he built himself
It is a rare occasion, finding something genuinely fascinating on the internet.
This, for me, was one such occasion.
This, for me, was one such occasion.
Quote's of the day
1. Love sucks. True love swallows.
2. Love goes through the stomach. Especially, if the girl swallows.
Keep it real. And don't forget to laugh.
2. Love goes through the stomach. Especially, if the girl swallows.
Keep it real. And don't forget to laugh.
torek, 30. november 2010
sobota, 27. november 2010
ponedeljek, 22. november 2010
sobota, 20. november 2010
sreda, 17. november 2010
torek, 16. november 2010
CHEESeCAKE!!!
Supposedly a wonderful, quiet, smart baby and later a nice child... I wonder what happened in between that made me turn out to be such a caring, stubborn, honest, impatient, impulsive, selfish pain in the ass.
Ah well. As a birthday present, roughly 10 hours from now, I get to... guess what... that's right... do another pain in the ass exam...
... AND THEN EAT A WHOLE CHEESECAKE!!!
petek, 12. november 2010
Laughter is supposed to be the best medicine...
After they introduce and the conversation takes off, they eventually start comparing their countries and cultures.
American: "We have Barack Obama, Stevie Wonder, Bob Hope and Johnny Cash!"
Slovene: "We have Borut Pahor, no wonder, no hope and no cash..."
četrtek, 11. november 2010
torek, 9. november 2010
petek, 5. november 2010
ponedeljek, 1. november 2010
petek, 29. oktober 2010
petek, 22. oktober 2010
sreda, 20. oktober 2010
petek, 8. oktober 2010
sreda, 6. oktober 2010
torek, 5. oktober 2010
sreda, 29. september 2010
četrtek, 23. september 2010
petek, 17. september 2010
sreda, 15. september 2010
ponedeljek, 13. september 2010
Kingdom of Illusion
King of fools
Enslaved by the pain
Born to thrive
Driven insane
Stumbling through wreckage
Havoc of grief
Waiting for sunrise
The tear of relief
The life of this heart
Like morning due
Gone with the wind
Gone to be you
R
Enslaved by the pain
Born to thrive
Driven insane
Stumbling through wreckage
Havoc of grief
Waiting for sunrise
The tear of relief
The life of this heart
Like morning due
Gone with the wind
Gone to be you
R
četrtek, 9. september 2010
sreda, 18. avgust 2010
Back to the Future
Are you ready to go back?
No. I'm far from it.
I'm petrified.
A part of me is affraid of being flung 5 years into the past, into the middle of all the memories. I am particularly affraid of the ones that are most breathtakingly beautiful and most excruciatingly painful at the same time.
A part of me is hoping that by going, I might finally be able to put certain things behind me and move on with my life. A part of me is terrified at the possibility of the opposite happening.
A part of me is worried by the technical aspects of the trip (booking tickets, arranging the stay, food, etc.), since I won't be travelling alone and thus can't just do whatever the hell I please and will be responsible for another person and haven't really been abroad since I started med school.
And another part of me is simply out of its mind happy at the prospect of seeing my friends again.
No. I'm far from it.
I'm petrified.
A part of me is affraid of being flung 5 years into the past, into the middle of all the memories. I am particularly affraid of the ones that are most breathtakingly beautiful and most excruciatingly painful at the same time.
A part of me is hoping that by going, I might finally be able to put certain things behind me and move on with my life. A part of me is terrified at the possibility of the opposite happening.
A part of me is worried by the technical aspects of the trip (booking tickets, arranging the stay, food, etc.), since I won't be travelling alone and thus can't just do whatever the hell I please and will be responsible for another person and haven't really been abroad since I started med school.
And another part of me is simply out of its mind happy at the prospect of seeing my friends again.
nedelja, 15. avgust 2010
sreda, 11. avgust 2010
sreda, 4. avgust 2010
petek, 23. julij 2010
Supernatural - Carry On My Waywayrd Son
A song originally written and performed by Kansas. I particularly love the chorus.
četrtek, 22. julij 2010
sreda, 7. julij 2010
sobota, 19. junij 2010
petek, 18. junij 2010
nedelja, 13. junij 2010
Smoker's Corner - Conclusion
.
It's finished. Approximately 45 hours of sanding metal, 30 hours of shaping and sanding wood, about 15 hours of remowing rust, and painting and about 5 hours for all the assembling and dismantling. I think it looks pretty neat.
Next project in line: Roof over smoker's corner.
It's finished. Approximately 45 hours of sanding metal, 30 hours of shaping and sanding wood, about 15 hours of remowing rust, and painting and about 5 hours for all the assembling and dismantling. I think it looks pretty neat.
Next project in line: Roof over smoker's corner.
petek, 11. junij 2010
ponedeljek, 31. maj 2010
petek, 14. maj 2010
sreda, 12. maj 2010
The Little Things...
.
I decided to change my bed linen today after a while and had found my old bed linen, from high school, which I haven't used... well... since high school graduation. Made me smile. Combined with the yellow bed curtains I used to have hanging over my bed back then and have rehung over my bed here at home, it produces a warm nostalgic feeling. Once that nostalgia turns sour, as it inevitably does, I'll just have to change my bed linen again. Either that, or when the bed linen starts to get smelly. :)
Saw Shawshank Redemption again. Hadn't planned to but am glad I did. Made me remember why I am so immortally in love with this movie.
It's been a lazy day. Plus I'm somewhat ill. But I am going to bed with a smile on my face tonight.
Image taken from here.
I decided to change my bed linen today after a while and had found my old bed linen, from high school, which I haven't used... well... since high school graduation. Made me smile. Combined with the yellow bed curtains I used to have hanging over my bed back then and have rehung over my bed here at home, it produces a warm nostalgic feeling. Once that nostalgia turns sour, as it inevitably does, I'll just have to change my bed linen again. Either that, or when the bed linen starts to get smelly. :)
Saw Shawshank Redemption again. Hadn't planned to but am glad I did. Made me remember why I am so immortally in love with this movie.
It's been a lazy day. Plus I'm somewhat ill. But I am going to bed with a smile on my face tonight.
Image taken from here.
torek, 11. maj 2010
četrtek, 6. maj 2010
sreda, 28. april 2010
nedelja, 25. april 2010
ponedeljek, 5. april 2010
petek, 2. april 2010
ponedeljek, 29. marec 2010
nedelja, 28. marec 2010
Smoker's Corner - update
.
I am pissed off beyond words. My idea has been stolen from me and work based on my designs and ideas has already started. Without my knowledge.
I am furious.
I am pissed off beyond words. My idea has been stolen from me and work based on my designs and ideas has already started. Without my knowledge.
I am furious.
sobota, 20. marec 2010
petek, 19. marec 2010
Tread softly while treading the thin line between dreams and insanity
.
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by William Butler Yeats
sobota, 6. marec 2010
petek, 5. marec 2010
sreda, 3. marec 2010
nedelja, 28. februar 2010
Smoker's Corner
.
Inspite of my course of study, I am, unfortunately, still, very much addicted to smoking. I tried to quit a couple of times but gave up on it as a new year's resolution this year.
One of my favourite smoking spots is in front of the study centre for medical students, conveniently called "The Dump".
Before the smoking ban here, smoking was allowed within the social quarters of The Dump (but not in the study quarters, obviously). Once the smoking ban was put to place, smoking indoors was restricted, so smokers are forced to go outdoors. Although smoking itself is officialy also forbidden on the yard outside The Dump, the college has approved it and was even kind enough to provide us with one of those massive outdoorsy kind of ashtrays.
Since I get along quite well with the group of students in charge of running The Dump, I have proposed, about a month ago, to organise this new "smoker's corner", making it more user firendly. The basic idea is to renovate the benches that have "magically appeared" :D in the smoker's corner once the smoking ban was put into practice, since they are deteriorating at an alarming rate (and hopefully, at some point in the future, installing some sort of a roof over it).
Renovation would include sanding off the old color (borring white, I call it) off the wood and the metal parts of the benches, covering the wood with impregnate that would protect it against insects, painting (I'm thinking light grey for the metal and a combination of blue and green for the wood) and finally putting an additional clear coat of polish over it all, to make the paint job last longer.
Additionally, I have come up with two other ideas. One includes signatures of everyone runnig The Dump be painted on the wooden parts before applying the clear coat polish. The other would be gluing on a massive poster of the view of the fjord from the smoker's corner at RCN... also before putting down the clear coat... Since I've been given complete artistic freedom regarding this project, I might just do both. :)
The reasons I took on this burden are basically me loving tinkering and things that involve resourcefullness, creativity and hand skills. Also, showing self-initiative has given me full artistic freedom, as mentioned, which I hope to use to implement a memory of one of my favourite spots at RCN into the design - the smoker's corner.
I have a whole host of exams in March, plus the weather has been kind of crappy so far and is just now starting to improve, so the renovation will probably take place sometime in April.
I'll try to post some pictures of before and after. :)
Cheers!
Inspite of my course of study, I am, unfortunately, still, very much addicted to smoking. I tried to quit a couple of times but gave up on it as a new year's resolution this year.
One of my favourite smoking spots is in front of the study centre for medical students, conveniently called "The Dump".
Before the smoking ban here, smoking was allowed within the social quarters of The Dump (but not in the study quarters, obviously). Once the smoking ban was put to place, smoking indoors was restricted, so smokers are forced to go outdoors. Although smoking itself is officialy also forbidden on the yard outside The Dump, the college has approved it and was even kind enough to provide us with one of those massive outdoorsy kind of ashtrays.
Since I get along quite well with the group of students in charge of running The Dump, I have proposed, about a month ago, to organise this new "smoker's corner", making it more user firendly. The basic idea is to renovate the benches that have "magically appeared" :D in the smoker's corner once the smoking ban was put into practice, since they are deteriorating at an alarming rate (and hopefully, at some point in the future, installing some sort of a roof over it).
Renovation would include sanding off the old color (borring white, I call it) off the wood and the metal parts of the benches, covering the wood with impregnate that would protect it against insects, painting (I'm thinking light grey for the metal and a combination of blue and green for the wood) and finally putting an additional clear coat of polish over it all, to make the paint job last longer.
Additionally, I have come up with two other ideas. One includes signatures of everyone runnig The Dump be painted on the wooden parts before applying the clear coat polish. The other would be gluing on a massive poster of the view of the fjord from the smoker's corner at RCN... also before putting down the clear coat... Since I've been given complete artistic freedom regarding this project, I might just do both. :)
The reasons I took on this burden are basically me loving tinkering and things that involve resourcefullness, creativity and hand skills. Also, showing self-initiative has given me full artistic freedom, as mentioned, which I hope to use to implement a memory of one of my favourite spots at RCN into the design - the smoker's corner.
I have a whole host of exams in March, plus the weather has been kind of crappy so far and is just now starting to improve, so the renovation will probably take place sometime in April.
I'll try to post some pictures of before and after. :)
Cheers!
petek, 26. februar 2010
nedelja, 14. februar 2010
Valentine's
.
If you can't be bothered to show you care otherwise, don't bother on this corporate excuse for a holliday either.
If you can't be bothered to show you care otherwise, don't bother on this corporate excuse for a holliday either.
ponedeljek, 1. februar 2010
sobota, 30. januar 2010
nedelja, 24. januar 2010
sobota, 23. januar 2010
četrtek, 21. januar 2010
Occam's razor... at its finest...
.
"
"You do not understand. Last night we..."
"... honored your dead and the gods who made you both. Xhondo did the same. I had the child, else I would have been with him. All you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of darkess." Kojja put her hands between his* legs. "The gods gave you this for a reason too, for... what is your Westerosi word?"
"Fucking," Xhondo offered helpfully.
"Yes, for fucking. For the giving of pleasure and the making of children. There is no shame in that."
"
Quoted from George R. R. Martin's book A Feast for Crows, the fourth book of the saga A Song of Ice and Fire.
It is a part of the story where a captain of a ship is addressing a young Crow of the Night's Watch for feeling shame after breaking his wows (in particular: the part about not keeping a wife and not fathering children) with a girl, during a voyage on this ship.
* I altered this word, exchanging the name of the character that stands here originally for the word "his", in order to avert reavealing too much of the content of the story.
"
"You do not understand. Last night we..."
"... honored your dead and the gods who made you both. Xhondo did the same. I had the child, else I would have been with him. All you Westerosi make a shame of loving. There is no shame in loving. If your septons say there is, your seven gods must be demons. In the isles we know better. Our gods gave us legs to run with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world? Only a monster god, a demon of darkess." Kojja put her hands between his* legs. "The gods gave you this for a reason too, for... what is your Westerosi word?"
"Fucking," Xhondo offered helpfully.
"Yes, for fucking. For the giving of pleasure and the making of children. There is no shame in that."
"
Quoted from George R. R. Martin's book A Feast for Crows, the fourth book of the saga A Song of Ice and Fire.
It is a part of the story where a captain of a ship is addressing a young Crow of the Night's Watch for feeling shame after breaking his wows (in particular: the part about not keeping a wife and not fathering children) with a girl, during a voyage on this ship.
* I altered this word, exchanging the name of the character that stands here originally for the word "his", in order to avert reavealing too much of the content of the story.
sreda, 20. januar 2010
nedelja, 17. januar 2010
Insanity Calls
.
I have some high-flying plans for the near future. The motive behind 'em is to make some serious money. And by the info I've gathered so far it might just bloody work.
I have some high-flying plans for the near future. The motive behind 'em is to make some serious money. And by the info I've gathered so far it might just bloody work.
nedelja, 10. januar 2010
ponedeljek, 4. januar 2010
Mental Asylum
.
I need to move out. Fast. I'm going mad.
I went to bed at midnight. Took me 'till 1am to fall asleep. Then my sweet little brother, which, unlike me, won't have to spend 8 hours at classes and practicals tomorrow, decided he wants to listen to jazz music... at three in the morning. So I woke up. And couldn't fall alseep since. It's around 5:30am now...
It is a rare occasion, me finding jazz music that I consider likable to being with. Buth the shit that started crawling out of the speakers at 3am today, made me want to commit murder. Seriously. It was if the two dudes that were literally poorly jerking off the drums and the saxophone, doing everything in their power to rip my complete nervous system clean out of my body. On top of that, the heating was on full throttle and all the windows were closed, so it was like one billion degrees in the room.
Just when I think man kind can't be more inconsiderate, something happens that makes me take a step back and gaze with astonishment.
I don't even want to imagine how I'm supposed to pay attention, examine patients, take neurology-oriented anamneses and follow classes today, considering I've managed to sleep 2 fucking hours all night.
God I hate people sometimes so fucking much.
I need to move out. Fast. I'm going mad.
I went to bed at midnight. Took me 'till 1am to fall asleep. Then my sweet little brother, which, unlike me, won't have to spend 8 hours at classes and practicals tomorrow, decided he wants to listen to jazz music... at three in the morning. So I woke up. And couldn't fall alseep since. It's around 5:30am now...
It is a rare occasion, me finding jazz music that I consider likable to being with. Buth the shit that started crawling out of the speakers at 3am today, made me want to commit murder. Seriously. It was if the two dudes that were literally poorly jerking off the drums and the saxophone, doing everything in their power to rip my complete nervous system clean out of my body. On top of that, the heating was on full throttle and all the windows were closed, so it was like one billion degrees in the room.
Just when I think man kind can't be more inconsiderate, something happens that makes me take a step back and gaze with astonishment.
I don't even want to imagine how I'm supposed to pay attention, examine patients, take neurology-oriented anamneses and follow classes today, considering I've managed to sleep 2 fucking hours all night.
God I hate people sometimes so fucking much.
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