“Angelina Jolie dies in miscarriage. Steve Jobs found with dirty money.”

On the way home from work tonight I took a sort of a step back and looked at myself - my life and my personality.

And then it hit me: I really like me.

I couldn’t think of a single person in the whole world I’d rather be.

That, my dear readers, is quite possibly the most satisfying thought one could have: I’m cool in my own book. Often that’s all that matters…

…Because everything else follows. :)

Apple iPod shuffle is the new Sony Walkman.

Your music, wherever you are, whenever you want it. And nothing else.

No videos, no Internet…Hell, not even album covers. No distractions like touch screens, EQ settings, or playlists. No unnecessary crap.

Just you and your music, alone.

Thank you, Apple.

Freeform Five - No More Conversations (Mylo Remix) (YouTube vid)

08ama. It’s in the name.

I should never be allowed to contribute ideas to a political campaign.

This will do.

There’s a little story I sometimes tell. It’s a story about my life in Bosnia. More specifically, it’s about my high school classmates.

In that story I didn’t leave Bosnia on best terms.

In that story I never felt like I fit in, anywhere. In high school in Bosnia I thought I could belong, but I eventually realized I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to be like them, I didn’t want to hang out with them. I was glad I was different, and I was glad I was now elsewhere.

I can’t exactly recall when I started telling this story. All I know is that it started at some point after I moved here. I imagine it was my subconscious self-defense mechanism that had to cope with the uprooting of my life and everything I built over there. In any case, only the first line of the story is true - I really did leave Bosnia on crappy terms.

Sadly.

I miss that place. I miss the streets on which I grew up. The bloody knees, the countless free throws, the hours of walking around… I miss the people, too. When I’m reminded even of those I never liked, usually via pictures on Facebook, I still kind of feel like it’d be nice to walk by them on the street and just nod. I miss playing basketball in P.E. and cramming for quizzes during those 5-min breaks. I even miss the lack of central heating, though not too much. I miss the cliques, the drama, the gossip, and the teasing.

I miss walking pretty much anywhere and seeing at least one familiar face on the way. I miss knowing every corner, alley, and questionable shortcut. I miss feeling like I have a home. I even miss complaining about the damn place.

I miss it all, at least a little.

However, Prijedor is no longer my home, and I’m afraid to feel even this bit of nostalgia. Here I am, writing this in English, as if hoping nobody from there will understand it…

And if you do…well, sorry it didn’t work out too well. I suppose life sometimes follows Newton’s first law.

So, does that mean that most of us are smart?

If you need a quiz…

I like being busy since, as most people, I dislike boredom.

However, I don’t like being busy weeks ahead of time. It gets in the way of having a life.

Spontaneity is a nice thing. Why is it so hard to find time for it?

(Translation: I’m really busy these days, but I’m still alive…I think.)