I’m sorry I neglected blog and I wrote a long time.I promise it will not happen again.

Something I learned from my father is that if you want to have a lot of money and a life of luxury in the beginning you have to work 18 hours, and you will less and less, conscience will be a peaceful and comfortable life and success certainly will not fail.Although I am a daddy’s daughter does not want to enjoy and doing nothing, so I undertook a number of obligations and tasks, so I have a lack of time.I started working with my sister for a company, which is cause for celebration.Success in school I was also very satisfactory, among the best I have.Let’s be frank, bad things around me there, but I have learned how to refuse them and that is very important for a happy and carefree life.You must decide what you want out of life and work on it as well as ourselves.All I wanted in 2014that I realized.I’m going your way happy and alone.One can absolutely everything in it if you have enough strength and desire, there is always a solution.Also, in order to achieve something great you have to submit a victim.I am your submitted and waiting for the award, which is one of the reasons why we should celebrate the 2014 th.As for the blog, I will write more regularly, I will write about some interesting topics.Maybe this year I open the blog and in their native language.Never say no.

This year I finished fasting, believing in God, Jesus Christ, in life, love, happiness, family.Please pardon for all their mistakes and sins.And what you want is that you have enough power to tempt your heart desires and dreams.Everyone a happy 2015-the year of my heart I wish!

P. S
All dear Catholics wish a Merry Christmas with some delay!

Sincerely yours


Grandma Mileva

It’s been a week exactly since she left us a very special lady with a big heart.If I’ve learned anything this year, and it is to loose and that he will divorce my beloved people.Grandma Mileva was an unusual woman, dangerous for other people and for their best.Her life was not easy.But that was in it has never seen.Always smiling, my good grandmother.She was not someone else’s, nor touched but did not give her something to someone touching.Simply put.Some have therefore felt jealous, she’s such a, not nearly.She was very proud.My sister is my grandfather, my dad’s aunt.This may be proved by their smiles.She had a clear conscience.She is invisibles but always there for us all.She died quickly and quietly.Unexpected.She left behind a great loss and emptiness.The eternal home is escorted with dignity, like a real lady, what was in his heart.At the funeral of my uncle came in comforted me with words that will forever be remembered and selfishly keep them.She had cancer of the liver.For four years he had a pain in months bellies, never nobody complained.He just said that he can not, and is not.It shows her courage, self-sacrifice, the size.She died peacefully without torture.She is a mother, sister, wife, grandmother in the full sense of these words.Today is Holy Aranđel, the saddest so far in my life.Patron Saint of my uncle Slob and uncle Milan, Mileva’s son.Oh, how I loved those dates and days.Cold outside but on the inside am well pleased.Jokes and smiles, never end.Like the song.Even if the snowflakes come to us rejoice, for our joy is endless.But now there is no glory, no joke.No more of my uncle, not my grandmother Mileva.Everything was so nice last year.On this day, as well as the rest of us lack the immense but in my heart forever.Eternal glory and thanks Grandma Milevo.

Nikola Simicu,

I feel a moral need to write something about the late, great artist Nikola Simic.I also think that I am not worthy to write about this great man.Nikola Simic or Milenko Pantic if known after a cycle of films A Tight Spot.This role is our annoyed to climax but laugh to tears and bought it for all couples.Conjured up to us then the average family man with his concerns occupied the then regime.Personally, he favored his role in the series Love, habits and panicstarring mild dad who is in favor of the daughters, and all permits, such as in real life, mostly fathers.His voice, painted a different color is luring smiles as Bugs Bunny as little children, and adults.His role is the nicest blankets Ostojic, who started his attention to justice, in order to offset the absence of the family, which consists of his son, who is in the distant Australia but covered with kindness and gentleness.About his family life do not know anything because he was too large to be written about in the media now.He died quietly and unexpectedly.It left us speechless, but with countless tears and sighs.He gaves lots of movies, series, shows.And yet ever present in us, in our past as a symbol of childhood and laughter.Many thanks, my good man, let’s eternal glory and praise.

„Laughter is something most beneficial in the world because man laughing forget all the troubles.Have at it even for a moment, but that moment is precious because it is impossible for a human being to constantly be in tension.It is better that what is in it piled up behind for a laugh but as an appeal for help.

Nikola Simic

„He is the greatest actor since he was the greatest comedian. He had an unusual talent, cosmic energy and acting intelligence.

Ljubisa Ristic

What was that, democracy?

I was born in a small country in the Balkans, rich in natural beautypoor in the economy, traditionally take pride in the present without morality, smart and wise but no actual diploma in Serbia.A country that I love mornings after, rain, endless meadows and boundless sky plaventilu, customs, traditions, religion, history, architecture, villages or where I can not see the future.Why?Because there is no security, because they themselves tear down those values ​​that we were dying, because we rude, because the best way we know everything but we always someone else puts a bad high score, because we sell their views and ideas, so the more you appreciate money than education, because we are forgetful …Too much is because.I can not describe the feeling when you lose hope for a better tomorrow because you are a hundred times to make sure it will not be, the feeling that you are suffocating crowds of people who accept complex, too much ego and the many poor quality have nothing to do, who do not create or achieve in life.
And these people take your freedom, demolish democracy, for which millions of people struggled for years.But they are not guilty, we voted for them.Who Voted?So unhappy, jealous, envious people.Which only errors counted because they are hurting someone else’s successes.And there is a lot of people in Serbia, but they are not all worth different silent and thus provide support for the likes.It’s the history of many things, perhaps the last wars make us like this.Perhaps this is due to the fact that we were betrayed her beliefs by which we live and in which we have relied.Maybe, I do not know.However, at the bottom of the heart, there is little hope that it will be like when we were big and proud, and live life the request to the real values​​.But despite that I never had a greater desire to leave.

„One day I leave.I more I’m never coming back. „

„Invocation of evil2:Anabel“

Last night, I looked great movie.Horror.This time I’m not throwing up but we shortened the life is.But I learned a lot from the horror.It’s called „Invocation of evil: Anabel“.The film is about the damn doll that comes in the new home of the family and the real chaos of their lives.After a series of horrific, bloody scene comes a happy ending.Translated from the metaphor, the film is about the evil that is all around us.This evil is the envy, greed, hatred.Such evil can only win the love, faith, perseverance and honesty.Perhaps the action of the film takes place in our, and in everyone’s being.In soul.For man is good if you have a soul.We evil we can not destroy it but we can not control it.Because we can not change their properties but they can be corrected, little by little.So should all of our bad side closed and try to use them as little as possible and that we can beat them and not those of us.Also, something that caught my attention is the comment of a lady on the foods they ate the boy next to her.She said: Uhh, it stinks, poof, fiercely suppressed.I could not believe that someone can say for food, whatever gives.I can not imagine how it was the young man who ate.If she is bothered she could just to get away.But we love to humiliate others, thinking they are doing themselves valuable, and in fact it degrades.Everyone is entitled to their choice.If someone’s choice of us do not like, do not have the right to offend or criticize anyone.Maybe some do not like any of our choices.Another thing that people in Serbia do not like diversity.If someone is different, then he immediately bad and my best.And yes, we really do not appreciate, do you see what we have, we see only what we have.I do not enjoy the small things, big things waiting to temporarily bring tremendous happiness but after it remains larger gaps.

About culture, and how everyone needs to look at your life that you do not write, because the end will not only be an even greater disappointment about the transience of human and shallowness.


 I read an article on the Internet about a girl from India who has gone through a lot of humiliation, because there are a few more pounds.The company is rejected.She lost her family, confidence, friends, and finally himself.People are superficial.Judge others based on physical characteristics.And this is something bad in people.Each has its own qualities and drawbacks.But people should not marry because of appearance or material goods.If these are positive traits, people should love.Of course everyone has the qualities and faults, no one is perfect.Also, everyone should have confidence but not built on the humiliation of others.Need to seek faults in others and make themselves perfect.Everyone should be aware of its flaws.All we should do as much on it, because only if we invest in yourself do something lasting and significant.And of course, itself a better place.I need to show other people with vices or with a difficult character, to be good, because probably nobody taught them and they do not know to be good.Everybody’s heart has scars, we all went through something that has changed but by no means should be submitted vices, alcohol, drugs.Because then we lose everything.I can not get over old wounds, but they do still deeper.Something that makes people eat better love because you love it more.I do not judge others, because all people are absolutely the same, just different habits, customs, beliefs, religion …One more thing, there’s no better feeling than when you beat yourself, specifically when your weakness become your greatest weapon.
 „Becoming a man is more beautiful than to be king.

The last goodbye, that Rako!

Unfortunately, lately I’ve encountered with the death of loved people and the pain that remains.In April this year, has died at the sole and unique my uncle Slobo.I miss him.Too many.I’d give anything to see him again and hug.A  hug all I told him.How much I miss her and how much she means.But eventually you get used to live with the loss.The pain remains at the heart but you get used to live with him.No passes, and should not, if it passes, we’ll forget, like those who are no longer living in our hearts.In my heart holds a special place my uncle.

Just when I recovered, God reminded me of its existence.He took the legend of my childhood grandpa Raku.I was born in a town settlement, now living in the city.But the most beautiful place in my opinion is the village of my father.More specifically, the village from which my father.Here, where it is good to live, I spent a beautiful and rare days.With your family.In this family holds a special place grandpa Raku.It was a great gentleman.He was a cook.He knew and socialized with lawyers, doctors, politicians.He was known and respected.He was born way back in 1925the year but believe me when i say that this is the most modern man whom I knew.He went to meet future time.He always wore a suit and was altered by.There are plenty of anecdotes about him.He was a legend of a large village.Since I have twin sister holds a special place in the family.It was me and my sister and we loved it, and more.I will remember him by countless bouquets of flowers that we gave, cakes, compliments, fruits, especially grapes.And yes, I will remember him in his estate.He had a huge yard with even greater floral neck.He had four antique houses built of mud.But even a little bit old and ugly.But somehow always white and warm.When you step onto the property, you feel like you’re back in the 19 th century.Be amazed by you.When I write a story about it, do not dare pass on his wifegrandmother Radu.She went long before him.She died with my eight years.But,I remember not his pocket full of sugar for children and the esteem in which she was intended for the husband.It was a wonderful marriage, antique and beautiful.She died 26th of April and he 26th of August, fifteen years later.

Today, when we see him off on a perpetual memory, I had the impression that he deserved a bigger and better forgiveness but I’m used to let people forget quickly.Escorted by his loved ones.He had a son and daughter with their complicated relationship, but it is immensely loved, with all my heart.And yes, he hated anyone, nor have I heard that he used for an ugly said.Far from being a commoner like most farmers, I was as I said a true gentleman.Today, when he described someone said the following sentence, which will own story about him finish,, was good for second best for himself. „Life is beautiful and long life.I believe it is in heaven.Let this be a farewell story because the only way I know to make known their feelings.The last goodbye, that Rako!