http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/ What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe? en-us http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/451613
http://happysmurfday.com/en/en/lang_select

And if you also want to help others, you can start doing that by purchasing one of figurines ;)]]> Sat, 09 Aug 2008 07:36:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/451613 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/450477 Thy posterity shall sway;
Where his eagles never flew,
None invincible as they.”Such the bard’s prophetic words,
Pregnant with celestial fire,
Bending as he swept the chords
Of his sweet but awful lyre. –> W. Cowper in “Boadicea” (1782)

* Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn. –> from Calmly we walk through this April’s day

* When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself. –> S. Suzuki quoted in Enter the Heart of the Fire : A collection of Mystical Poems (1981) by Mary E. Giles and Kathryn Hohlwein
* Hate is like fire; it eats you up from the inside-out. –> Babu
* As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words. –> W. Shakespeare]]> Thu, 07 Aug 2008 06:47:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/450477 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/449387 P.S. If you know other stores-let me know;)
/Tokrat objavljam različne povezave do raznolikih (in unikatnih) trgovin za čevlje.


For those who like to stick with the nature, but still in style:
/Za vse tiste, ki ste radi povezani z naravo-v stilu:

http://www.terraplana.com/index.php
http://www.camper.com/web/en/home.asp


For distinguished and daring, unique taste:
/Za izbrane, drzne in edinstvene okuse:

http://www.butanoga.org/
http://www.manoloblahnik.com/
http://www.kowalski-shoes.com/
http://www.christian-lacroix.fr/
http://www.viviennewestwood.com/flash.php
i Blues (can't find the site)
http://www.bronxshoes.com/

Other/Ostalo:

http://www.bata.com/us/
http://www.raffaello-network.com/raffties/list_products.php?rangeid=29prodrange=PradaWomensShoes
http://www.pollini.com/pollini.asp?lang=eng
http://www.hugoboss.com/index.html


OK-when i'll remember, i'll add other links too ;)
/Ko se spomnim, dodam še ostale povezave.
]]> Tue, 05 Aug 2008 16:25:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/449387 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/448151

http://maps.google.com/

http://www.geopedia.si/

http://www.viamichelin.co.uk/viamichelin/gbr/dyn/controller/Cartes —–> this is a great link for those who drive with a car ;)

http://maps.yahoo.com/

http://zemljevid.najdi.si/index_maps.jsp?tab=maps


and another interesting link:

http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedEurope
]]> Mon, 04 Aug 2008 05:20:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/448151 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/443417
Every body loves somebody sometime by Dean Martin:
]]> Thu, 31 Jul 2008 07:53:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/443417 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/441157
Norost, ki deluje-jamboree!

Ob obljubi sva izrekla iste besede-to poletje skupaj gledava iste zvezde!

Vsi, ki smo bili tam smo se imeli vsak po svoje super in fino fajn za vse starosti in najbrž nihče ne bo pozabil tega norega dogodka: od novih prijateljstev, sončnih, deževnih, blatnih dni do okusnih enolončnic in pa vseh aktivnostih, majhnih pozornosti, nasmehov, iskric v očeh, zabavnih večerov …! Pa tokrat ne bi o tem kako je bilo. Tu prilagam nekaj povezav do člankov itn. o jamboreeju.

Stran, ki jo poznamo že vsi:

http://jamboree.skavt.net/

In pa še ostale:

izpod peresa ene izmed IV: http://bloodymerymery.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!DE4803B0AF7C10E1!1583.entry

in pa ostalih medijev:

http://www.rtvslo.si/val202/modload.php?c_mod=vnewsop=sectionsfunc=readc_menu=1c_id=8056http://www.demokracija.si/index.php?sekcija=clankiclanek=2806

http://www.radiovatikan.net/slv/Articolo.asp?c=205301

http://www.vest.si/2008/05/13/prvi-jamboree/

http://www.sta.si/foto.php?nid=1305754

http://novice.matkurja.com/novica.php?idm=111idn=448651

http://www.nedelja.at/slovenija/detajl/1_slovenski_skavtski_jamboree/

http://www.dnevnik.si/tiskane_izdaje/dnevnik/336679

http://www.siol.net/data/fotogalerije/slovenija/2008/07/skavtski_jamboree.aspx

http://www.noviglas.eu/index.php?option=com_contenttask=viewid=809Itemid=1

http://ovsenik.blogspot.com/2007/12/jamboree-2008-delovno.html

Če kdo še kaj najde naj pa kar prilepi povezavo v komentarje! Noro-noro-norost!]]> Tue, 29 Jul 2008 06:12:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/441157 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/418097 The first two qutes are one of my favourites.


1. The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

2. There is only one religion, though there are a hundred versions of it.
o Plays Pleasant and Unpleasant, Vol. II, preface (1898)

3. The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them: that's the essence of inhumanity.
o The Devil's Disciple, Act II (1901)

4. There are no secrets better kept than the secrets everybody guesses.
o Crofts, Act III

5. It is more dangerous to be a great prophet or poet than to promote twenty companies for swindling simple folk out of their savings.
o Preface from Misalliance

6. Do not try to live for ever. You will not succeed.
o Preface from the Doctor's Dilemma

7. What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn't come every day.
o Act II from Pygmalion

8. Independence? That's middle-class blasphemy. We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.
o Act V from Pygmalion

9. The fact that a believer is happier than a skeptic is no more to the point than the fact that a drunken man is happier than a sober one. The happiness of credulity is a cheap and dangerous quality.

10. Life is not meant to be easy, my child but take courage: it can be delightful.

11. You use a glass mirror to see your face: you use works of art to see your soul.

12. If you have an apple and I have an apple, and we exchange apples, we both still only have one apple. But if you have an idea and I have an idea, and we exchange ideas, we each now have two ideas.



P.S. If you want to know from which book any of this qutes is, just ask (i didn't write for them all).




]]> Sat, 12 Jul 2008 06:41:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/418097 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/417041
Every day we do things to pollute our planet, why not start doing sth good for it-we're going to live on it for quite some while, so throwing a garbage in a bin, reducing electricity and water consumption, driving a bicycle or walk, using renewable resources, recycling, using energy-saving light bulbs isn't that hard, is it? Think about it!

http://animalssavetheplanet.com/

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In Slovene (a bit larger text):

Vsak dan počnemo stvari, ki počasi in vztrajno uničujejo naš planet. Te reklame nas opozarjajo na kaj moramo paziti in kako lahko pomagamo rešiti naš planet. Kaj bo pa to sploh pomagalo? Že z malim se začne veliko: kamen na kamen-palača, tako da se dolgoročno to naše početje, ki ga lahko opravimo spotoma, z leti obrestuje. Res je, da smo že veliko uničili, a če bi na stvari gledali le tako, da je pa potem vseeno, ali pomagamo ali ne, ali počnemo te stvari o katerih nam reklame govorijo ali ne, potem bi naš planet bil že zdavnaj še bolj zasvinjan kot pa je že sedaj. Tako da, ni res da je vseeno-vse se obrestuje, nam pa tudi ni tako težko ugasniti elektrike, zapreti pipe, če je ne potrebujemo, vreči smeti v koš itn.-kajne?]]> Thu, 10 Jul 2008 09:30:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/417041 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/416389 ______________________________________________________________________________
1. The Crofter and the Seal-Woman
There once was a young crofter (a scottish farmer),
who owned a little patch of land on the coast. One
day while walking by the beach, he saw a group of
beautiful women dancing in the sunset, he saw a
pile of seal skins beside them and knew they were
selkies. As the sun went down they put on their
skins and slid back into the water, but as the last
selkie reached for her skin, the crofter jumped out
and seized the skin from her. She begged him for
it, but he wouldn’t give it to her and in the end she agreed to be his wife.
She was a good wife and gave him 7
beautiful children, but she yearned to
return to the sea. One day her
youngest child showed her a box he
had found in the barn, in it was her
seal skin. When the crofter returned
from the fields, his wife was gone,
back to the sea.

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2. The Mermaid Wife (Shetland Islands)

A story is told of an inhabitant of Unst, who, in walking on the sandy margin of a voe, saw a number of mermen and mermaids dancing by moonlight, and several sealskins strewed beside them on the ground. At his approach they immediately fled to secure their garbs, and, taking upon themselves the form of seals, plunged immediately into the sea. But as the Shetlander perceived that one skin lay close to his feet, he snatched it up, bore it swiftly away, and placed it in concealment.

On returning to the shore he met the fairest damsel that was ever gazed upon by mortal eyes, lamenting the robbery, by which she had become an exile from her submarine friends, and a tenant of the upper world. Vainly she implored the restitution of her property. The man had drunk deeply of love, and was inexorable; but he offered her protection beneath his roof as his betrothed spouse. The merlady, perceiving that she must become an inhabitant of the earth, found that she could not do better than accept of the offer.

This strange attachment subsisted for many years, and the couple had several children. The Shetlander's love for his merwife was unbounded, but his affection was coldly returned. The lady would often steal alone to the desert strand, and, on a signal being given, a large seal would make his appearance, with whom she would hold, in an unknown tongue, an anxious conference.

Years had thus glided away, when it happened that one of the children, in the course of his play, found concealed beneath a stack of corn a seal's skin; and, delighted with the prize, he ran with it to his mother. Her eyes glistened with rapture -- she gazed upon it as her own -- as the means by which she could pass through the ocean that led to her native home. She burst forth into an ecstasy of joy, which was only moderated when she beheld her children, whom she was now about to leave; and, after hastily embracing them, she fled with all speed towards the seaside.

The husband immediately returned, learned the discovery that had taken place, ran to overtake his wife, but only arrived in time to see her transformation of shape completed -- to see her, in the form of a seal, bound from the ledge of a rock into the sea. The large animal of the same kind with whom she had held a secret converse soon appeared, and evidently congratulated her, in the most tender manner, on her escape. But before she dived to unknown depths, she cast a parting glance at the wretched Shetlander, whose despairing looks excited in her breast a few transient feelings of commiseration.

"Farewell!" said she to him "and may all good attend you. I loved you very well when I resided upon earth, but I always loved my first husband much better."

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3. The Silkie Wife (Shetland and Orkney Islands)

Those in the Shetland and Orkney Islands who know no better, are persuaded that the seals, or silkies, as they call them, can doff their coverings at times, and disport themselves as men and women.

A fisher once turning a ridge of rock, discovered a beautiful bit of green turf adjoining the shingle, sheltered by rocks on the landward side, and over this turf and shingle two beautiful women chasing each other. Just at the man's feet lay two sealskins, one of which he took up to examine it. The women, catching sight of him, screamed out, and ran to get possession of the skins. One seized the article on the ground, donned it in a thrice, and plunged into the sea; the other wrung her hands, cried, and begged the fisher to restore her property; but he wanted a wife, and would not throw away the chance. He wooed her so earnestly and lovingly, that she put on some woman's clothing which he brought her from his cottage, followed him home, and became his wife.

Some years later, when their home was enlivened by the presence of two children, the husband, awakening one night, heard voices in conversation from the kitchen. Stealing softly to the room door, he heard his wife talking in a low tone with someone outside the window. The interview was just at an end, and he had only time to ensconce himself in bed, when his wife was stealing across the room. He was greatly disturbed, but determined to do or say nothing till he should acquire further knowledge.

Next evening, as he was returning home by the strand, he spied a male and female phoca sprawling on a rock a few yards out at sea.

The rougher animal, raising himself on his tail and fins, thus addressed the astonished man in the dialect spoken in these islands, "You deprived me of her whom I was to make my companion; and it was only yesternight that I discovered her outer garment, the loss of which obliged her to be your wife. I bear no malice, as you were kind to her in your own fashion; besides, my heart is too full of joy to hold any malice. Look on your wife for the last time."

The other seal glanced at him with all the shyness and sorrow she could force into her now uncouth features; but when the bereaved husband rushed toward the rock to secure his lost treasure, she and her companion were in the water on the other side of it in a moment, and the poor fisherman was obliged to return sadly to his motherless children and desolate home.
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Link to a full version: http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/1620/merwife2.html]]> Wed, 09 Jul 2008 03:08:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/416389 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/415935
This is an introduction of Slovenian scouts named ZSKSS (organization of SLovenian Catholical girl and boy scouts) with a national anthem at the beggining as the background:



Another introduction of our scouts:


"Youth on its hike":


A thought of B-P, our founder: Think of life as a game and a world as a playground.


]]> Tue, 08 Jul 2008 09:22:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/415935 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/415911
When i was 9 years old i thought to myself how ridiculous grown ups are and that i'll never forget how is it to be a child. Yesterday this promice of mine came alive again.
We had a meeting during which we had to discuss things, make plans for children in our scouts group-where are we going, what are we going to do etc. At the end we had to talk things over but then, suddenly, we all felt that it's growing dull and we wanted to do sth else instead. The pillows on the couches were inviting us that we should grab them, and then ... a pillow fight started!
Ahhh-and then i remembered that i was growing to serious during all the exams we had in our university this year and that this kind of moments do me good, so ... To all of those who won't admit a child in you-you're always going to have a child in yourself-don't try to kill it, it'll make you feel younger (not that i'm old, but we forget that feeling sometimes too quick).

So, in the memory of the child in us-let him/her live in you 4ever. Being serious can kill your spirits-so have fun and do fun stuff! ;)]]> Tue, 08 Jul 2008 08:00:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/415911 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/414999 ]]> Sun, 06 Jul 2008 17:22:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/414999 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/414869
Then there comes out the next question-is the technology really good for us? Count together the pro's and the contra's-so, what do we do now? If you're too shy to speak up about this here then you can click on the poll bellow the video.





]]> Sun, 06 Jul 2008 14:17:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/414869 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/407847
Everything was going fine until they came to a "waterfall" where the canoes split in half and some of the bodies are still missing. Our rescuers are working hard, but they still haven't found all of the missing. What i found absurd and ironic here is that they went there like nothing is going to happen, when a common sense should tell them it isn't ok to go there, where the forces are all working hard and a boat couldn't survive it in one piece-they should definatelly check the situation out before going on forward. And what is really scary and also tragic at the same time is that people were watching, filming it and when watching a video you can see how confident and calm people are when going there where they would be dead in a minute.

Anyways, you can read more about this "event" on link bellow. My condolence goes to all the famillies that their belowed died there-may all rest in peace!!

http://24ur.com/novice/slovenija/kljub-svarilom-preckali-jez.html (take a look at the snap-you don't have to understand a language to understand what is being showed to you-you'll understand how all happened)

http://www.rtvslo.si/modload.php?c_mod=rnewsop=sectionsfunc=readc_menu=8c_id=177558 (take a look at the third shot-at 0:41 you can see how calmly they sail into death)

http://www.wtop.com/?nid=105sid=1434338

http://www.southernledger.com/ap/148130/7_dead,_5_missing_in_Slovenia_kayak_accident

http://abcnews.go.com/International/WireStory?id=5308073page=2]]> Fri, 04 Jul 2008 17:09:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/407847 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/400359
http://en.discuss.takingitglobal.org/thread/31711

And for those who are too shy to tell it aloud-it's totally annonimous:

]]> Wed, 02 Jul 2008 12:07:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/400359 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/397695


Architect: a person who engages in the profession of architecture,

architecture: the profession of designing buildings, open areas, communities, and other artificial
constructions and environments, usually with some regard to aesthetic effect. Architecture often includes design or selection of furnishings and decorations, supervision of construction work, and the examination, restoration, or remodeling of existing buildings.



And my favourite architects are:

1. Joze Plecnik

2. Antoni Gaudi

When seeing that exceptional things are even possible in modern world one can stay withouth a breath when seeing this man's architecture. I think Spain (Barcelona) is distinguished by his work as much as Ljubljana is distunguished by Plecnik's. Love his works, how he plays with light and different patterns, styles and puts them in one whole-mixing styles could end up badly, but the way he does it is marvellous!

Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antoni_Gaud%C3%AD


3. Friedensreich Hundertwasser

This artist's name tells it all! His style reminds me a bit to the Gaudi's. Here's a link about him, so you won't have to bother about that: Hundertwasser
My mom took me on a trip once to Vienna, when i was just a little kid and was fascinated by his architecture so much, that i never forgot it-i still love it because of it's imagination that it's included in it!

Link:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hundertwasser



There are loads of architects that i love their work, but these three are among exceptional and modern ones, so i put them out. If you like it and if you know any other modern/classical architects, please do write a comment! ;)]]> Fri, 27 Jun 2008 18:00:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/397695 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/397649
I love his work, what he's done. He has lived and created in 20th century and has done so much for Ljubljana, that is this capital of ours partialy special because of his work. He has also done a lot of work in Vienna and in Prague.

Here are the links:

1. http://www.ljubljana-tourism.si/en/sights/plecnik_ljubljana/default.html (Plecnik in Ljubljana)

2. http://www.plecnik.net/ (great site about him!!)

3. http://www.thezaurus.com/webzine/joze_plecnik_architect/

Here are the sketches of how he imagined our parliament to look like: http://www.gimvic.org/projekti/timko/plecnik2d/parlament.html

When walking in Ljubljana you never get bored of it, because it has loads of details thanks to Plecnik and many other architects (and it's basis from roman empire when it was called Emona). If you ever get a chance to visit it, hope you'll like it-it isn't big, but it has loads to show!



]]> Fri, 27 Jun 2008 16:24:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/397649 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/393493 Sat, 21 Jun 2008 05:29:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/393493 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/393489
Just click on this link below and see how this elephant draws a picture-amazing!

http://www.genspot.com/video-54011/slon-ki-je-postal-slikar.aspx]]> Sat, 21 Jun 2008 05:28:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/393489 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/356231
It was a sunny winter day, when i passed my driving exam and got my driving licence. From that moment on i was free of everything stupid i had to do on the exam - i could drive as i wished (here's a proof how stupid beginners are). I thought i was so cool driving in my parent's VW Golf Mk2-i thought this was the best car ever! I really liked it, bonded with it and with its limits, until one day my parents told me, that i could get a fine car for a small amount of money. It really was cheap, so we got it, but i didn't like it. It was too soft to drive in-i got Mercedes A140. It was a really rought time for me to adjust to the idea i'm driving such a fine car-i was kindda ashamed driving in it. But then months passed by and slowly i started forgetting all about Golf (here's the proof that love fades away slowly but never entirely) and slowly get accustumed to the idea that i'm driving a Mercedes. Yes-we bonded. I cared for it: i washed, cleaned it and give it to drink and it drove me wherever i wanted to. It was a love that slowly grows into you.

We were so happy together until one day i came to the place where i left him but he (yes, it's a he) wasn't where i left him. With the help of my friends i found it somewhere far away from where we parted the last time-the spider took him (= truck that tows away cars if they're not parked properly-i still claim that it wasn't and it was in the middle of the night!). At that point i was so happy to see him-i realised i couldn't get far without it, he really is special car. And then we went through some other adventures that i'm not going to tell you; until the last one we experienced. We drove very far into the country, enjoyed it's landscape and as we were returning back home i wanted to take him to drink, because he looked really dehydrated but he was too exhausted to drive the last 100 metres so he decided he would stop just there in the middle of the road-in the middle of the city-in the middle of the night!! I told him he should wait just where he lost his strenghts and quickly went to the first petrol station (the first one was closed, so i had to walk for another 500 metres) from where a nice guy drove me back to my car where i gave him to drink i bought for him and then we drove for another two kilometres (that previous petrol also closed when i left) where we stopped for a longer drink. It was much more interesting if you were there to see it-it was sad and funny at the same time. An experience i'll never forget and repeat it again.

Well, if you're wondering, we're doing just fine and are still good friends and will stay like that for quite some time and when our paths will part i'll never forget my small little black Mercedes. Now i'm more grown up (hehe) and have loads of experiences how to drive and what to be carefull about and know that you can't drive as your ideas of how you should from the beginnings were-but we're always learning, so, here's to all the new experiences and adventures!

The End.


P.S. You can write sth about your experiences with cars ...]]> Fri, 11 Apr 2008 07:05:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/356231 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/355077
Once upon a time in a little pond in the valley of peace lived a little ducking who had bright soft yellowish feathers, was very smart, knew loads of things but had a little problem, that enabled her to talk to other ducks. When all her friends talked about things that happened in the pond and beyond it or about the other issues ducks usually talk about, she allways wanted to join them in the conversation, but every time she wanted to say sth, she couldnt. At first other ducks allways waited for her to say sth, but after a while, when they realised she couldnt say anything they grew a habit that every time she wanted to say sth they ignored her and didnt bother to listen to her anymore. The other reason for this was also that at the times when she managed to say sth, nothing sensible came out of her, so they started to mock her and make fun of her. After that this little duck just listened to the conversations her fellow ducks had and thought to herself what she could say. When they made fun out of her she remembered millions of things what would be the best to say to them afterwards, when she was alone, somewhere between the grass in the pond. Although she hadnt got any friends, she enjoyed her life. There were many little things she could do by herself (i wont be telling you about what she did-if you want to know about that part you can simply ask me;)) and with her mother who loved her for as she was.

One day when she swam along, making circles around ducks talking about an important issue of how to maintain their feathers best, sth between the grass started to move. At first ducks ignored it, because they thought that clumbsy duckling was making that noise, but when the sound grew louder and nearer and far too loud for a little duckling to make by herself, they turned their heads slowly towards the direction the sound was comming from. Behind the curtain of grass they saw orange ears that stuck out of it and they knew imediately what was going on. They started to scream as loud as they could and there was feathers and chaos flying around everywhere around-all the ducks hide wherever they could before the fox could eat them but for the little duckling who was still busy making circles around the lake and who havent noticed what had happened yet. When she came to the place where other ducks were talking before, she thought to herself: "How come they've went to their homes so early. They've just started to make a fresh conversation which usually takes them hours to finish it." and just after completing a thought to herself she noticed a fox praying towards her. Forgetting about her fear of speaking she usually had and seeing all the feathers lying around in the water she said to the fox: "You ugly beast! How could you eat all my friends!? And what do you think i can do now all by myself, huh?! Think of how you would feel about if sb ate all your friends that you have! Think of how lonely and miserable you would be and now imagine how do i feel right now. You've done enough harm here-go away and never return back again. You're so mean and i thought you foxes were nicer. All the other ducks allways talked about how you were mean, eating ducks, but i didnt belive them. I said to myself, that such wonderfull beasts couldnt be as bad as others talked about, but now i see that they were right. You really are a cruel beast. You dont deserve to eat such fine ducks as you have. Go away! What are you waiting for?! GO AwAY!!!" Poo fox, all perplexed and stunned by the words little duck just said to her forgot about what she was doing there for a slip moment and then thought to herself: "What a small duck and what a big heart! She really must love her friends. I'm going to find my supper somewhere else." and she run away.

Little duck just started being sad when all the other ducks that hide between the bushes came out, touched by what they've just heard and some seen (yes, some couldnt hide that well and far so they could see what was actually happening, others just heard what was little duckling screaming, not just talking about). They hugged her and thanked her for what she had just done. They said to her that she was really brave and that they hope they could have been better and nicer to her and that they could let her a chance to speak when she tried to. After that evening little duckling was scared of speaking anymore. From that point on she told to her friends, yes her friends-she made friends, everything that was on her mind, although they usually didnt agree they listened for her advice. She still didnt agree to all their points of view but at least she could tell them now. She made a good friend, who thought the same as she did, but was usually quiet about such issues because he didnt want to be the only one with the same issue. They usually stepped together and tell what they thought. Some of their ideas even came true and ducks acceppted their thoughts. They made a harmony between themselves that they say had never been seen in that vally before, but was seen ever since and all the little ducks that ever lived knew the story of the brave duckling that saved her "friends" from the beast.



OK, this is a typical story with a happy ending and isnt exactly entirely about the issue i have, but it's a story. What do you think about it? Tell me!]]> Tue, 08 Apr 2008 16:32:00 EDT http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/355077 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/341913


I arrive at the stadium Tivoli where there is a hockey game at which we won (yaaay!), but i ascend to the place where the concert is going to take a place. I hear there are loads of ppl from other countries there as well (from Austria, Italy ...) and i think to myself how interesting this is:)



And finally, around 9.30 pm the first band called Pain takes over the stage. They seem confident, but i as much as i try i can't relate to them and their music-it is too repetative and too ... can't describe it, realy. It is, in one way, basically just three guitars playing the same chords all the time with the drums and recorded music in the background and the yelling-when mentioned, i still haven't figured it out how they still got their voices when yelling so much and reminding me of one time when my mates persuaded me to come to the concert with them and i suddenly found myself along all the screamings and all the noise in a small cellar with loads of ppl in it and all the heat ... agh, just crazy! Isn't for me too much of heaviness of metal ;)



When they finished we anxiously waited for the Nightwish to come. And we waited and waited and waited ... for an hour!! But when they came all the waiting was payed off! They really made a show and a half with all the fireworks, fire and light and other falling-from-the-ceiling effects-crazy i say! Especially the one where they sing the part with the blood when falling red strings came all around us. Well, but this is not what we came there for, but for their music, which was excelente (love the drummer and keyboards playing) except for the lead female singer, which needs a little bit more of practice (their first singer was vocally better than this one which was the proof when she had to sing the songs from the previous cd's), but she knew how to made a nice athmosphere, so here goes a plus for her.



In short: Pirates of Carribean doll ornamenting the keyboards with a player behind them who looked exactly as Johnny Depp in this movie rolling his eyes back from time to time so they looked white; great male singer with a good voice, beautifull white long hair and two braids on his beard; a guitarist, also with blonde hair, who likes to make loads of splits on the stage; a female singer with a nice personality and girly voice and a drummer with great skills who threw a stick in my direction but haven't caught it (unfortunatelly) and a great show they made and much much more than that is what i'm never going to forget. Great job guys! Here's the song they performed the last, but in a different casting:



]]> Fri, 07 Mar 2008 07:37:00 EST http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/341913 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/339103 When i was watching a semi-final and a final i thought to myself how dreadfull and sensless everything in this competition, in music has become; but when i heard some other finalists from other countries i saw that our representative isn't that bad at all. Here is a video:



But as far as i'm concerned Maya should still be in our competition, shouldn't be disqualified in the first place or at least should be picked up in Ireland where she performed among the 6 finalists. But at least she showed with her performance how "stupid" our jury was when they haven't picked her-what were they thinking about when they picked up all those songs!?
I'm posting here her video (not from the competition-you can watch that one at this site:http://www.drugisvet.com/news/Maya_time_to_rise_video.html ):

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I'm not going to preach to you here-If you're smart enough you know what i'm talking about. Here is a link to a site, where you can test your word knowledge and with it "donate free rice": http://www.freerice.com/

Test your brains and see how smart are you!! Smartness counts and cares!]]> Mon, 18 Feb 2008 15:50:00 EST http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/335945 http://urssulasss.tigblog.org/post/334407
I've known a little about this story from school, i've had the book on my shelf for ages, i've seen a movie from 2006, i've even started to read it, but i had never had guts to really finish and start it in the first place. But today i've had enough!

I took the book (The Romance of Tristan and Iseult by J. Bedier) from the shelf, encouraged by the movie i've watched the previous day (Ring of the Nibelungs, 2004), and started reading ...
What i can say now about it is this: the story may be banal for some, but its core is so wonderfully "exposed" you can't deny its content. It's true it may have too much of "happenings" (love triangles, loads of killing scenes which are acknowledged to be done by the right of the God, misfortunes etc.) and too much of fictitious fragmenst (Tristan survives two times, when he should be dead in an instant in real life; a dragon; magic love potion; Tristan survives when he jumps through the window, because God helps him and sents him a gentle breeze, which puts him genty on the rock, a dog which bell on the necktie makes ppl forget about sad things and makes them happy ...) in it, but its basis, its mening is so simple and marvellous that you must simply love it.
I'm not posting here the plot of the story, because you can read it on loads of pages on the internet, from the book etc., so i'm just going to post here one of the many links to make your search a little bit easier: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tristan_and_Iseult

I usually don't like too soapy, love stories, but this one touched my heart. I could easily relate to their fellings, to their sufferings. They drank a potion, which was made by the Isolde's mother, and was itended to be drunk by the Isolde and the King Mark, uncle of Tristan. When the two of them drank it, they instantly grew feelings towards each other, but at first they tried to oppress them and only after Isolde's maid told her what they have just drank and what a immense mistake she has made, they started to accept the fact that they love each other. When Isolde had to marry Mark they tried to contradict the sensations they had, but failed. Their love grew even more stronger and they couldn't suppress it and couldn't even hide it-four of the barons suspected something wasn't right, and because they hated Tristan they told about the romance between the two lovers to the king. At first he didn't belive, but after a few tries they succeed to prove him wrong. And so story goes on and on how the two of them fought "a war" towards those barons and have "proved them wrong" for several times and at the and all six of them turn out dead. First, the barons, at the end also the lovers, whose desteny is death from the day they drank the potion, which they say themselves. They wanted to be faithfull to the king, because they loved him and he loved them, but this connection they shared hold them together (they even lived in a forest for two years in a banishment and suffered loads of humiliations for the sake of love).

So, why do i like this story? This story, to me, is a perfect example of true love and faithfulness (but not just in a sense of two oposite sex, but of all human kind). Let's forget about the potion and let's think of this story from another angle-isn't it what they felt the perfect bond and example of true love, what you feel when you really like, love sb? I like it because it doesn't just attach to couple's love, but also to love to one another (king loved Tristan+many other examples), of how envy and greed isn't good, faith and friendship is revarded (servants of Tristan etc.) and that love can conquer it all. At the end they die of love-Tristan dies because he's already on the death bed and when his wife Isolde the Whitehand tells him that a ship with the black sail (a sign that they couldn't get his love of life) is comming back to the shore, and Isolde dies crying over the dead body of her man with her heart exploding because of the pain-their love so really becomes their death at the end.

How sorrow the cost for the real love is has been a theme, a motif for centuries. Let's look at the Romeo and Juliet (which i think of most un-original of them all, but love the text Shakespeare worte), Nibelungenlied and many others (we can find loads about love in today's and previous artist's songs, poems, music, paintings and other art). But what is a worth of true love today? We seek it, we long for it (not all), but do we get it? The answer is very easy, you just have to find it from the depths of your heart and bring it on the surface, if you still haven't ...
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