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19th June 2003

Dear diary,

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I noticed this weekend that there is always something truthful on various superstitions. I am not a big believer because I am not ready to accept creatures such as werewolves, vampires, zombies etc. unless it is the mad person drinking human blood instead of good archiv vine :-). But I never go off the ghosts, strange encounters with entities from space or other paranormal phenomenons because I believe to the things like this. So I started to believe in superstitions last Friday night too. I never paid much attention to superstitions such FRIDAY of 13th, black cat crossing my road, walking under the ladder or mirror destructions.

No one ever knows where and when the superstition will occur. Especially in situations when the warning sign is bypassed with words such: ”That`s funny, how I can even think about it :-)”. I bet that most of the people react this way besides if they do not realize when the pitch happens that it`s the consequence of superstition. Basically I was like them since last Friday. It was the Friday of 13th June and we were on our way with my very good friends to celebrate Michaela`s successful graduation. We did it on Stodolni street where is always the best atmosphere in my city. This time it was even better thanks to the hot night. So we choosed club with latin – american music played in because that`s the best way how to exercise the hips well. I shook my ass all night long. It was around the midnight when I called my friend (comfortably watching some movie at home) to join us there. I think that was the prime mistake. Than we continued celabration till it became five minuts to midnight and the friend still didn`t arrive. So I decided to make the ultimate call :-). I got to the place were our handbags should be stored and found there only clean desk. What a surprise. All my money were gone, my cellular phone with personal things as well. Than my friends was gone too because I was not only the one harmed by the unbelievable pitch. We get robbed but that was nor so bad as that we all get lost the phone numbers stored in our cellulars too. Here goes the question. What part of this case was caused by the superstition and what part by our stupidity? Maybe most of the careless people justify their wrong decisions, pitch or “stupidity” by the superstitions. Well it`s easier than to admit the mistake. However it`s damn fascinating such a mysterious things around us. Don`t you think? I was always excited about it since my grandmother had read for me my first fairy tale when I was a child. I can`t forget all those fairies, dragons, princesses, kings, heroes, reigns and everlasting war of good against the evil. What charm me the most about it is the magic. I always doubt about the magicians if their spells are true or fakes. My adult opinion nowadays is that illusions must be kind of magic. How I wish that you could talk with me my diary :-). If you can just express yourself about everything what is stored on your pages.
Alright I see how confusing it becomes now. It is time to return back to reality. We started with superstitions and jumped right to the magic crafts. Did you mention that it is like in ordinary life…from beginning to the end without any mystery :-)?

5th June 2003

Dear diary,

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Did you notice that summer is here already? I know you`re just a book and you can`t feel the terrible tropical temperatures outside during last few days but you must feel the drops of my sweat falling on your pages while I am writing. I was so impatient about the summer but nowadays I am changing my mind. Imagine me going for shopping by car right in the middle of tropical day. I am wearing the lightest dress I can. It`s around 50 degrees of Celsius in my car and it`s still rising. I would rather drive naked because that`s the only way how to save the cloth from becoming swimsuit :-).

Oh yeah and that`s not the worst thing at all. I was on my way back with shopping. There was a police car parked just next to my car. I thought to myself somebody gots robbed here. Thanks God it wasn`t me. Then I was unlocking the 50 degrees vehicle and started to load the shopping inside when suddenly the deep voice said:” Can I see your driver licence, young lady?”. "Of course, sir" I answered right after I recognized that the voice belongs to the member of the police car crew. I started to search my lightest dress and I realized that it hasn`t pockets on it. So I was continuing to search my dress saying loudly to myself: “oh God, next time I`ll forget to wear panties or what?”. You should saw the face of that officer. He looked like the storm ready to release the last and the strongest thunderbolt. Surprisingly he said very calmly to me: “If this is the proposition than the driver licence no matter at all this time”. It seemed it isn`t enough hot weather around me because I became nearly burning thanks to the sentence he already finished. We both felt that we have a situation here :-). “OK, let`s use my new advantage”, I thought. So I asked the officer what`s the crime I`ve commited. He pointed on the ground where was very clearly marked that it is the reserved parking for invalid customers. I defended myself that there should be a tag ( I knew it was mean). I am always reacting the easiest way :-). “ You are lucky that no competent one demanded to park on this place during your shopping”, he said. So it was the very extenuating factor in this case for me. Suddenly he started to smile and asked me If I am not feeling kind of burning :-). Sure I was thanks to this sort of questions. We moved to the shadow of closest tree where the air was a little cooler and talked a lot or solved my crime exactly :-).

Now he has my number and I have the perfect friend. Next time I`ll try to use his name to save myself before the penalty or better I`ll never comit the crime again. And my shopping? Only the bread survived the microwave effect inside my car. Never mind because I am prefering the ice cream during this hot days. Especially sitting naked in my air conditioned house :-).


 

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