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    05 November

    The Curious Incident of the Holidays in the Beginning of November

    Hello. My name is Matija. I am 18 years old and I go to Jesenice Grammar school. 9 days ago I saw four red cars in a row while driving home from school and then I decided that it was a Very Good Day what made me feel

    because the holidays had started.

    Professor Bok at school said that we must read a book during the holidays. The book is about a boy who is special and who is called Christopher and has a pet rat called Toby. That made me feel

    because I do not like rats. Professor Kuralt says they spread bubonic plague and that they are hazardous for our health. But I do not dislike rats for this reason. I dislike rats because they are grey and I do not like grey colour because the sky is grey when it is cloudy and there is no sun in the sky. But I like sun because it is yellow and I like yellow.
    But despite that, I decided that I need to read the book because I am a good student and it is expected from good students that they do things their professors assign them to do.

    So I started reading but I had decided that I will start reading the book on the last day of the holidays because professor Bok did not say anything of the date on which we should start reading.
    And I was reading the book and got myself so absorbed into the book that I completely forgot that I wanted to go out and afterwards watch my videos about the life and death of Ivan Tavčar.
    And while I was reading the book I did not even notice that someone has killed the holidays during the time of my reading. When I found out that the holidays were dead I felt


    After some time I decided to find out who the killer was. That is called investigation.

    I think I will write a book myself about my investigation. It will be entitled The Curious Incident of the Holidays in the Beginning of November.

    And this is the end of its first chapter.
    04 November

    Curbak

    Curbi, v zadnjem času imenovan tudi Curbak, je zadeva z zanimivo zgradbo in še bolj zanimivo etimologijo imena. Žal je slednja doumljiva le nekaterim posameznim kašarskim rojakom, zato je Curbak še tolikanj bolj zavit v tančico skrivnosti, ki - za neposvečene - že sama po sebi v dokajšnji meri ovija vse zanimive elektronske naprave.
    Iz tona, s katerim sem zapisal prejšnji odstavek, je skorajda očitno, da do Curbaka čutim nemajhno naklonjenost. Ta podmena, ki jo je marsikateri pronicljivi bralec zagotovo že oblikoval med branjem, je nedvomno resnična. Predan sem mu v tolikšni meri, da mu dovolim požiranje dela mojega prostega časa, živcev in denarja. Curbak posredno golta bencin avtomobila med vožnjami v trgovino ter med preizkušanjem. Vendar nisem edini, ki mu je posvetil svoje nehánje.
    S čim naju je z Žigom Curbak privezal nase? Je za to krivo sicer najbrž napačno (Dolinškov verjetno ne bi bil tako glasen), a obenem neskončno prisrčno brenčanje njegovega transformatorja? Morda mamljivi, opijski vonj zasmojenih uporov pri mukah ob priključitvi osciloskopa? Podzavestna moralna obveza do opravičenja za mnogokratno kletje ob neuspehu pri obdelavi aluminija za ohišje? Pšššanje in jesanje ob neprimernih relejih? Ne vem.
    Ampak, nekaj pa je kljub vsemu gotovo. Štrom je droga. Curbi, ti pa si kot ... kot ...? Pipa za opij!

    01 November

    minutka za Borata

    Jakob pravi:
    lol kr Burzum poslušam

    Edmund pravi:
    wot dat is

    Jakob pravi:
    to je najbl tr00 br00tal black metal

    Edmund pravi:
    i like

    Jakob pravi:
    pa res je tko sploh mi ni ušeč sam ga kr morm poslušat

    Edmund pravi:
    so that they sing about roses and birdies in the sky

    Jakob pravi:
    yes

    Edmund pravi:
    in kazakhstan also have we this kinds of music
    we call disco-dance!
    and the populariest song about all is called the alkahsat-malik-amušah
    wich translates like "a swallow rapist of the rose"
    like very much
    cinque!