This post supposed to be about my nails or something,but because I'm such a...oh I already named myself up,nevermind. In a last few days I had a lot of time to think, so I was wondered (I still am) what is wrong with us? I mean, who made those rules of what wear nowdays to be "stylish", what to eat (it's not counting if you don't post it on social networks), how to makeup and similar things. I asked myself, why "people who make this rules" don't spend their time on learning others first important rule:  -How to behave?
And then I get it: It's their way of behaviour. I don't like it.

Before I started to write, I spend so many hours,days and even moths of my life reading other people's blogs. Until now, I thought that I was a good writer,but when I saw this empty white paper staring at me, I got scared. So I'm going easily, I mean I'm writting to nobody, I'm asking questions-questions aren't being answered because nobody read them. Oh you silly life.

But I'm happy,too. I mean, look at me. :) I was born in Bosnia (read in the war hospital underground), I finished my school there,I got three sisters there,my parents live there,I fell in love there, I left my family there, I got married and leaved, but that "there" is in my heart.
I live in Slovenia right now. It's not thaat far away from there, but sometimes is hard. When you for every birthday,holiday and those special -days have to say best whishes to skype,and if is he in a very good mood,their internet connection will be as good as he.When I have a bad day and just want to sit with my mom and drink cofffee, or get crazy with my elder sister. I would like to write that I'm not complaining, but from my point of view I am (I had to say it, because if here accidentally someone stops and start reading, he'll be like: who cares? ).

 Nevermind (again), I thought of it and I'll write again, but just in case: don't expect from me to think like Karl Heinrich Marx, write like Charles Dickens, pose like Cindy Crawford, and be pretty as...as..damn lets say Heidi Klum.

This was just "about me" extended version, because that box overthere with private info was too small for me. And because when I read "the instructions" from famous bloggers about how to make your blog worth reading, they all said that the main thing is to let people know that you are a real person form real life, that just decided to share some of moments from life with all other.

As I hopefully convince you that I am a real person made of blood and meat  (read dad and mom), I can go  back to my real life now.
Just kidding, I'm an artificial intelligence.
Kidding again.

Best regrets to all from a cold and snowy Slovenia.
And feel free to write a comment if you want,positive or negative, I won't blame.

M.I.