Friday, November 30, 2012

Posted by Little Sukie Posted on Friday, November 30, 2012 | 26 comments

Flea Market Report

Zašto postoje BFF-ice?Pa da ti uljepšaju dan i oraspolože te kad si loše.To postižu tako što te odvedu u šoping i uvjere te da je trošenje pare isključivo i samo za tvoje dobro.Moja BFF je odlušila da me izvuče iz kuće po bilo koju cijenu.Otvorio se kod nas McDonalds pa smo kontale ići tamo.Bilo lijepo vrijeme i pravo vruće za ovo doba godine pa sam pristala,inače ne bih.Nismo mi ni stigle do McDonalds nego do buvlje pijace.Zna Betmenka da se na toj našoj pijaci može nać sve,od igle do lokomotive po najnižim mogućim cijenama.Tako ja nađoh među polovnjacima svašta nešto za samo7,50 KM.

 Why do BFFs exist?They exist to make your day better and make you smile when you're feeling down.They take you to shopping and convince you that spending money is only and exclusively for your own good.My BFF decided to drag me out of the house by any means availanble.McDonalds opened in our town just recently so we planned to go there.It was really nice and warm outside for this time of the year so I decided to go,otherwise I would stay at home.We never get to the McDonalds.Instead of it we eneded up on our local flea market.There you can buy anything for a really small amount of money.In the end I bought some really cool stuff for a poultry sum of 3 euros and something.

ovo sam nosila....
(this is what I wore)



ovo sam kupila.....
(this is what I bought)



i na kraju...ja vrlo sretna a moj novčanik vrlo prazan :P
(in the end.....me very happeh  and my wallet eerily empty)


odo sad napolje,al čim se vratim bacam se na čitanje vaših postova
(I'm heading out right now but when I get back I'll read all your posts,I promise)

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Posted by Little Sukie Posted on Tuesday, November 27, 2012 | 30 comments

Blog Award

 Dobila sam i ja prvu nagradicu.Ustvari dobila sam dvije od Sashkonele i od Betmenke i hvala im obadvjema na tome.Najradje bih nominirala sve blogerke i blogere ovdje al pravila su pravila.Čak ih i ja nekad moram ispoštovat.Na meni svojstven način nominiram sljedece ljude....

I recived my first blog award.Actually I recived two nominations from Sashkonela and Betmenka and I thank them both.I'm super excited and I wish I could nominate all the people I follow but rules are rules.Even I have to comply somethimes.However,knowingly only to me I  nominate the following blogs...


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moj prvi follower i curka sa kojom imam toliko toga zajedničkog
(my first follower and a girl with who I have so much in common)


ScrapBook Blog
 zato sto voli Azijce :D a ja volim njene postove
(because she likes Asian boys and I like her posts)


Bela Lugosi koja voli modu i pivo :D
(Bela Lugosi who likes fashion and beer)


koja voli konversice,knjige i svog dedu
(girl who likes converse sneakers,books and her grandad)


koja ima divne fotke sa putovanja,slike sa  hranom su mi favoriti
(who has amazing travel photos,my personal favorites are photos of local delicacies)

Dadine haljinice & suknjice
radi čuda sa tkaninama i starom odjecom,a i kolegica je
(she makes miracles with different materials and old clothes,besides she's my colleague)



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velike pozdrave i virtuelne poljupce saljem....
(I send virtuel hugs and kisses to....)

sashkonela
ima divan blog i zahvaljujući njoj upoznala sam nove blogere
(she has a great blog and thanks to her I met some new people)



Betmenka
jer me uvijek nasmije svojim postovima
(because she always makes me laugh with her posts)



Meow
koja ima san snova biblioteku i zavidnu kolekciju žestokih pića :P
(who has a library from my dreams and an enviable collection of alcoholic drinks :P)



My Perfect Lounge
koja ima veliku kolekciju beretki 
(who has a huge collection of pretty berets)




Zbunjenoj
(koja voli da crta)



Tibomiri
koja ima svoju sopstvenu pjesmu
(who has her own poem)



Electric Anleah
jedna crvenokosa koja voli šešire i još svašta nešto
(one redhead who likes hats and lots of other stuff)


Cynical Romantic
Nasu dragu Bitchy koja stvarno zna sa riječima a ima i super gifove
(our dear Bitchy who really knows with words and has awesome gifs)



Knižničarka u Zemlji Čudesa
ona koja živi u svijetu knjiga,a tamo i jeste najljepše
(the one who lives in the world of books,it is the most beautiful world indeed)



i svim ostalim blogericama koje jako volim i čijim se postovima radujem,curke you rock :D
(and to other bloggers I love and look forward to reading their posts,girls you rock :D )


i naravno
Pijani dajdza
....zadnji al najbitniji nas Dajdža Veličanstveni
(last but the most important our Dajdza the Magnificent)




sve vas voli puno puno moja malenkost @_@
(luv you all)











Sunday, November 25, 2012

Posted by Little Sukie Posted on Sunday, November 25, 2012 | 18 comments

Mental Suicide

Malo mi fali.Stvarno mi malo malo mi fali.Zašto?Pa zato što mi je dopizdio i ovaj fakultet i ova sintaksa sa kojom se zajebajem od marta.Mrzim je.Povraća mi se svaki put kad uzmem knjigu u ruke.Ne mogu vam opisati gnušanje koje osjećam dok radim rečenice od kojih su neke duge i po pet redova pa im jedva nađem početak i kraj.Moj pileći mozak se jedva povrati od tih silnih objekata,adverbijala vezanih za objekat pa onda i adverbijala vezanih za subjekat.Još gore bude kada mi je pola subjekta na početku rečenice a pola negdje u sredini.O silnim dodatcima subjektu i objektu i silnim imeničkim i pridjevskim frazama neću ni da govorim.Još kad vidim ove trokutiće koji predstavljaju ko zna šta,prosto mi nije dobro.








 Dabogda se onaj koji je izmislio okretao u grobu.Kad sam na zadnjem roku vidjela rečenice oči su mi zasuzile.Pa dokle više?Svaki put kad dodjem na ispit i vidim ista lice koja se isto tako pate sa tom sintaksom dodje mi da drečim od muke.Suicidiram se psihički.Ko i sav normalan svijet (osim nekolicine koji ne posjeduju nervne završetke) ne podnosim bol a i volim život da bi pomišljala na nešto drugo.Nisam zapala u takvo stanje.Tako da ću se u nedogledno vrijeme samo sažaljevat,plakati suze frustracije i pitat se što mi je Bog dao pileći mozak.Da sam znala da će mi bit ovako ne bih nikada upisala ovaj fax.Haj što moram odradit čas u školi (i to ne sa djecom nego sa divljacima) još mi fali da mi diploma visi o koncu radi sintakse.




 Mrzim kad mi kažu nisu ništa učili pa položili il da ne znaju kako su položili.Ne znam šta bi mu tom trenutku uradila?Sa takvim prijateljima kome trebaju neprijatelji.



.....il kad nazovu poznanici pa pitaju jesam li položila.Pa da sam položila svi bi znali,jer moraš pitat svaki božiji put.Ako mi još neko kaže da ne brinem,položit ću ja to bolje mu je da bježi jer će dobit nešto u glavu.Mrtva sam ozbiljna!



Jebiga dođe i meni žuta minuta,rijetko al dođe i onda mi bolje nemoj ić na oči.
Sad kontam što su mi govorili da kad kreneš na fakutet pola si budale a kad ga završiš onda si čitava budala.
Još mi M. poslo mejl da se smjestio konačno u dom.Dobio lik stipendiju za studij u Italiji.Drago je meni zbog njega ipak mi je najbolji frend.A i ne živi u ovom našem bućkurišu od države pa mu je sve lakše.
Jest mi malo pao mrak na oči kad sam skontala da ja vječito do nečega dolazim na teži način.
Sreću sam izgleda  ispucala ko dijete,jer od nje sada nema ni traga ni glasa.
Ako ikad položim sintaksu i uspijem diplomirat svoju diplomu mogu okačit mačku o rep na dogledno vrijeme jer posao sigurno neću odmah dobit.

....na kraju nađem ovo i puknem se smijat...scena iz filma Insidious
(meni bilo presmiješno,vama sigurno nece bit)

Monday, November 12, 2012

Posted by Little Sukie Posted on Monday, November 12, 2012 | 39 comments

DIY:Boots Makeover

I was bored today and since I wasn't feeling fit to go out I decided to have fun at home
and give my boots a makeover.They were cute in their navy blue version but
it was a bit hard to pair them with my clothes.I got an idea while listening "ma favorite people".
And voila!I have a new-old boots.

Danas mi je bilo pravo dosadno.Nije mi se išlo vani pa sam se odlučila zabaviti kod kuće
i ušminkati svoje mornarsko plavo čizme.Bile su one slatke i u svojoj prvobitnoj verziji ali su bile problematične za kombinovanje.Ideju sam dobila slušajući "moje drage riže".
Tako moje čizmice obukoše svoje novo ruho.








Now they are black (although they look lighter) and shiny and can be worn
with or without straps.

Sad su crne (iako izgledaju svjetlije) i svjetlucaju,a mogu se nositi 
i sa kajšićima i bez.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Posted by Little Sukie Posted on Saturday, November 10, 2012 | 17 comments

Could've,Should've,Would've....

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Slučajno naiđoh ne ovaj  tekst i nekako me pravo dirnuo pa odlucim da ga podijelim sa vama.Ja sam inače ogrezli romantik.Ali imam taj čudni običaj da prvo pročitam kraj knjige i ako je sretan pročitat ću je cijelu.Ljute se ljudi na mene zbog toga ali šta ću.Kad sam već okružena nesretnim ljudima i neuzvraćenim ljubavima ne moram i čitati o njima.Eto bude mi žao kad drugi nisu sretni i kad pate.Dok pokušavam obuzdati tu svoju naviku,ko po nekom baksuzluku opet naletim na tugaljive pričice i pjesmice.

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I came upon this text online and somehow I was really moved by it.That's why I decided to share it with you.My brain is purely optimistic and my soul is purely romantic,but I also have that annoying habit of reading the end of every book first.If it's a happy ending I will read the whole book.My friends scold me for wanting to know everything beforehand but I really can't help myself.If I'm surrounded with unhappy people and forbidden loves,the last thing I need is to read about them.Seeing people sad and unhappy makes me sad and unhappy.While I'm trying to get rid of that habit of mine by some bad luck I always seem to stumble upon sad poems and stories.

 

Nikada nisam naučila razlikovati ovo dvoje.
Uglavnom mi se dešavalo da kažem krivu stvar u najgorem mogućem trenutku ili da šutim kad bi trebala nešto reći.Dovoljno je da znate da se i dan danas pitam šta bi bilo da sam tada i tada rekla to i to.
Ovaj tekst u nastavku je možda nečija tužna sudbina.Možda je i plod nečije mašte.Način pisanja je zbunjujući ali je ishod svakako isti...tužan i razočaravajući.


I never learned to differ these two.I usually say the wrong thing in the worst possible time or I just say nothing when I'm supposed to say something.It's always could've/would've/should've....
The text below may be a true story,a cruel twist of fate or just a figment of someone's imagination.The way it was written is a bit confusing but the ending is still the same...sad and disappointing. 

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Imam jednog prijatelja. Poznajem ga od prvog razreda. Bio je najbolji dječak u školi, jer se na svakom odmoru igrao žmire sa mnom i pratio me je kući kada me je bilo strah da idem sama. Kasnije mi nije bio više toliko drag. Prestao je da ide sa mnom kući i igrao je fudbal sa drugim dječacima svojih godina. Kada bi me ugledao, okrenuo bi se i pričao sa svojim prijateljima. Kada sam imala jedanaest godina moji roditelji su se razveli. Nisam željela da to kažu mojim prijateljicama. Međutim, moja majka me nije mogla gledati tako tužnu, pa ga je pozvala. Došao je i ostao cijeli vikend. Ležali smo na krevetu i gledali TV, plakao je skoro onoliko koliko sam i ja. Svaki put kada ne bih plakala tokom neke reklame, dozvolio mi je da pojedem po jednu kuglu sladoleda od čokolade. Poslije toga je opet išao sa mnom svaki dan kući. Godine su prolazile. Bio je sa mnogim djevojkama, s kojima se i rastavio, ali sam ja uvijek bila ona koju je po noći otpratio kući. U trećem razredu srednje škole, tokom časova matematike, sjedila sam kraj njega. Buljila sam u njega i njegove zelene oči. I u tom trenutku shvatila sam, zašto mi je majka uvijek govorila da su oči ogledalo duše. Tada sam poželjela da mi bude nešto više od druga, iako sam znala da on to ne želi. Slijedeće godine učestvovao je u školskoj pozorišnoj predstavi. Sjedila sam u prvom redu i smješkala mu se, dok je stajao pod svjetlima pozornice. Izgledao je nevjerovatno lijepo i sretno – uzvratio mi je osmijeh. U tom trenutku opet sam poželjela da budemo nešto više od prijatelja, ali sam znala da on to jednostavno ne želi. Nekoliko sedmica nakon toga jedna od mojih prijateljica postala mu je djevojka. Svi su pričali kako su odličan par, jer je i ona bila isto tako lijepa i popularna kao i on. Ali sam ja bila ona koju je svako veće vozio kući. Tako smo jedno veće ostali malo duže u autu - pričao mi je kako je to najbolji period u njegovom životu. Pogledala sam u njegove zelene oči i znala sam da je istina to što govori. Poželjela sam da ja budem ta zbog koje ima najbolje vrijeme u svom životu. Željela sam da budemo više od prijatelja, ali sam znala da on to ne želi. Slijedeći dan u školi morali smo pisati sastav na temu „Prva ljubav“. Znala sam o čemu želim pisati, ali nisam mogla. Kada sam pogledala svog najboljeg prijatelja kako se smješka mojoj prijateljici, poželjela sam da ja budem ta o kojoj bi pisao u svom sastavu. Imala sam želju da budemo nešto više od najboljih prijatelja, ali sam naravno znala da je to nemoguće. Moja prijateljica me je nazvala nekoliko sedmica poslije toga da mi kaže da ju je ostavio. To veče sjedili smo jako dugo u autu. Pričali smo o našim prijateljima, o školi, muzici... Rekao mi je da moju prijateljicu nikad nije volio. Poželjela sam u tom trenutku da meni kaže kako me voli. Htjela sam da budemo više od najboljih prijatelja, ali sam znala da on to ne bi želio. Vrijeme je prolazilo. Odlučio je da nakon mature ide u Kanadu na godinu dana. Na oproštajnom slavlju mi je rekao kako sam njegova najbolja drugarica. Pogledala sam u njegove prelijepe zelene oči i poljubila ga u obraz. Htjela sam da mi kaže kako me ustvari voli i da želi da budemo više od najbolji prijatelja, ali sam znala da on to ne želi. Vrijeme je prolazilo... Kada se vratio, rekao mi je kako je u Kanadi upoznao djevojku i da se želi ženiti. Upoznala sam je. Kada me je pitao šta mislim o njoj, odgovorila sam da mislim da je jako lijepa. A on je meni na to uzvratio da je našao ljubav svog života. Opet sam poželjela da budemo više od prijatelja, ali sam znala da on to ne želi. To veće me je zadnji put vozio kući. Tokom vjenčanja sjedila sam u prvom redu, a on je ponovo stajao pod svjetlom kao u pozorišnoj predstavi, samo što su to ovaj put bila svjetla u crvki. Izgledao je prelijepo i sretno. Nasmijala sam mu se, a on je uzvratio. Pogledala sam u njegove zelene oči i znala sam da je iskren. U tom trenutku poželjela sam da ja stojim ispred oltara sa njim. Željela sam da mi bude više od najboljeg druga, ali sam i znala da on to ne želi. Nakon vjenčanja moj najbolji drug se preselio sa svojom ženom u Kanadu. A ja sam ostala... godine su prolazile. Danas opet sjedim u crkvi... na njegovoj sahrani. Saznajem da se već nakon nekoliko godina razveo od svoje žene. Naša bivša nastavnica drži govor i spominje kako je oduvijek znao divno da piše. Onda počinje da čita jedan dio njegovog sastava, koji smo pisali, dok smo išli u četvrti razred srednje škole: „Moja prva ljubav: Nikada nisam pogledao tu djevojku a da nisam imao želju da joj kažem koliko je volim. Pogledam u njene predivne zelene oči i poželim da joj budem više od najboljeg druga, ali znam da ona to ne želi.“...


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I had a friend once.A friend I've met in the first grade of primary school.He was a good boy who played hide and seek with me during the break and accompanied me home when I was afraid to go alone.But as it usually happens we grew up and found new friends.He just started to turn his head away every time he saw and I was OK with that.When I was eleven my parents divorced.I was ashamed to tell that to my friends.
But my mum couldn't stand seeing me sad and depressed so she called him knowing that he would come.He did and he stayed over the weekend.We lay on my bed and watched TV.He cried as much as I did.But if I'd stopped crying during the commercials he would let me eat ice cream as much as I wanted to. 
After that he continued walking me home every day and every night.
Time passed by.Years have gone by.He dated a lot but I was still the one he always accompanied home and bade good night at the end of the day.In the third grade of high school,we sat together in math.While watching his mesmerizing green eyes I ralized why my mother always said eyes are the windows to the soul.In that moment I wished we were more than just friends but I knew he wasn't interested in that.
In the fourth grade he got a part in a school play.I was sitting in the first row and smiled at him while he was performing on the stage.He looked so beautiful and happy and he kept smiling back.Again I wished we were more than just friends but I knew he wasn't interested in that.Few weeks later he started dating one of my closest friends.Everybody thought they really suit together because they were both so gorgeous and popular.He had a girlfriend but he still drove me home every night.Once we stayed in his car for a while and he told me that this was the best period of his life. When I looked in his eyes I knew he was telling the truth.Suddenly I wished I was the one responsible for that happiness.How I wished we were more than just friends but I knew he wasn't interested in that.
That last year we had to write a story on the topic of our first love.I knew what I wanted to write about but I just couldn't.Seeing my best friend smilling to his girfrind stoped me.I wanted to be the one he will write about instead of her. I wished we were more than just friends but I knew he wasn't interested in that.
They broke up a few weeks after.We sat in his car again and talked about everything,friends,music,school.He told me he never loved my friend.In that moment I wanted to be the one he loved.I wished we were more than just friends but I knew he wasn't interested in that.He decided to go to Canada after he graduation.On our last night together he told me I was his best friend.I looked in his beautiful green eyes and then kissed his cheek.It was all I could do.I wished he told me he loved me but he didn't.I wished we were more than just friends but we weren't.When he came back he told me he had met a girl he wishes to marry.When he asked me what I  thought of her and I said she was beautiful.Than he told me he found the love of his life.Again I wished we were more than just friends but I knew he wasn't interested in that.That night he drove me home for the last time.At his wedding I sat in the first row.Again he looked gorgeous and happy just like that night so long ago.I looked at him and smiled.He smiled back.In that moment I wished I was the one standing there at the altar with him.I wished we were more than just friends but I knew he wasn't interested in that.
 He moved to Canada with his wife and I stayed behind.Years passed and once again I found myself sitting in a church.It was his funreal.Our old techer held a speech saying he always had a gift for wirting and she started reading the story he wrote in the fourth grade of high school,the story about his first love.
"Every time I look at that girl I want to tell her how much I love her.I look at her beautiful green eyes and I wish we were more than just friends,but I know she wasn't interested in that..."

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Dammit,real or not this story really got to me.I will not call these two fools because they were young and at their age everything is real but then again nothing seems real.It's the time of contradictions and misunderstndings.I will also ignore the fact that the highschool teacher outlived her student and every similarity with Cecelia Aherns book Where Rainbow Ends.
I tried to translate this story as trustworthy as I could.If you find any mistakes,please,just ignore them :P

Monday, November 5, 2012

Posted by Little Sukie Posted on Monday, November 05, 2012 | 12 comments

Manic Monday


I am angry nearly every day of my life, but
I have learned not to show it; and I still hope
to learn not to feel it, though it may take me
another forty years to do so.
-Little Women  (Louisa May Alcott)


Wow I don't really know how to describe this day.Unpleasant.Weird.Confusing....
...when I find the right word I'll let you know....
Currently I'm in a process of organizing my life and my thoughts while dealing with annoying people and continuous insomnia at the same time.
My brain is so full of information and all kinds of shitty stuff
that I can't find the way to shut it off,even at nights.

Kakav mi je bio današnji dan?Ne mogu naći prave riječi da ga opišem.
Neprijatno zbunjujući.Čudljiv.Vrijedan Zaborava.
Trenutno pokušavam organizovati svoj život i svoje misli,
dok se u isto vrijeme borim sa nametljivim dušama i nesanicom.
Puna mi je kapa svakakvih gluposti.Zašto ne postoji dugme za isklučivanje mozga,bar preko noći,
da se makar malo naspavam.

Why I hated this Monday?
Well simply because somebody else arranged my plans 
without even asking for my opinion.It was too late to back down so once again 
I ended up doing  what others told me to do.At least I looked presentable

Zašto mi je mrzak ovaj PONEDELJAK?
Pa zato što su drugi sebi dali za pravo da odlučuju umjesto mene.
Niko me nije pitao za mišljenje a kamoli za dozvolu.
I tako sam opet zanemarila svoja uvjerenja i uradila što su drugi očekivali od mene.
Ajd makar sam se pristojno obukla