<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122</id><updated>2011-08-16T12:19:06.232+02:00</updated><title type='text'>U r S h A</title><subtitle type='html'>Just be!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>443</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-8409111145413094323</id><published>2010-05-10T20:54:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:37:05.182+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The sleeper must awaken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S-hgOR1fJaI/AAAAAAAAB2g/X2v7a3J5W10/s1600/jadra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S-hgOR1fJaI/AAAAAAAAB2g/X2v7a3J5W10/s200/jadra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469727545863644578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I do not have the power to change the wind, but I can turn the sails."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prišel je čas, da to storim. Nekaj časa sem se trudila spreminjati veter, pa ni šlo. Nato sem nekaj časa iskala svoja jadra, in velikokrat sem jih našla, le moja niso bila. Ko sem našla svoja jadra, sem iskala njihove vrvice. Vse zavozlano, zmešano in je izgledalo kot, da se jih ne bo dalo odmotati. Z veliko vztrajnosti in potrpežljivosti....mislim, da mi je uspelo.&lt;br /&gt;Zdaj si nataknem še rokavičke, da me vlečenje vrvic ne bo ožulilo in akcija.&lt;br /&gt;Obračanje jadr v drugo smer pa pomeni tudi zaključek tega bloga. Vesela sem, da sem ga pisala, nostalgično sem si spravila vse svoje zapise, da se bom na stara leta lahko nasmejala sama sebi, zdaj pa je čas za druge stvari, morda drugačno pisarijo.&lt;br /&gt;Tako, tole je moje slovo od "Just Urshe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like a river my life hurries by. If I jump in perhaps I might drown, but if I don't then my spirit could die before that change on the weather comes 'round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric Bogle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-8409111145413094323?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/8409111145413094323/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=8409111145413094323&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8409111145413094323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8409111145413094323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/05/sleeper-must-awaken.html' title='The sleeper must awaken'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S-hgOR1fJaI/AAAAAAAAB2g/X2v7a3J5W10/s72-c/jadra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2932330152225669842</id><published>2010-04-02T10:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T10:15:17.787+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I?</title><content type='html'>Ne pozabi, da lahko narediš samo toliko, kolikor zmoreš. Ne naprezaj se, pa čeprav gre za tvoje najbližje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride nesrečnik k učitelju in vpraša: »Zakaj so tu srečni vsi razen mene?«&lt;br /&gt;»Ker so se navadili, da povsod vidijo dobroto in lepoto,« je rekel učitelj.&lt;br /&gt;»Zakaj pa jaz ne vidim povsod dobrote in lepote?&lt;br /&gt;»Ker ne moreš videti zunaj sebe, česar ne najdeš v svoji notranjosti«&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anthony de Mello &amp;amp; Manca Košir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2932330152225669842?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2932330152225669842/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2932330152225669842&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2932330152225669842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2932330152225669842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-i.html' title='Can I?'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-1208259258588571784</id><published>2010-04-01T22:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:46:48.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna fight anymore</title><content type='html'>Preklete maske! 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width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S7EkWThDn8I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/Zubt4SfMXRc/s200/philippines-%28722%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454180589337026498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S7EkW_aJSgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/mxU-stUbNMw/s1600/philippines-%28735%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S7EkW_aJSgI/AAAAAAAAB1o/mxU-stUbNMw/s200/philippines-%28735%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454180601119197698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S7EuNx21SPI/AAAAAAAAB2A/tpYVJKiA94U/s1600/philippines-%28176%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S7EuNx21SPI/AAAAAAAAB2A/tpYVJKiA94U/s200/philippines-%28176%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454191437978880242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some travel to see, some to feel..... but never forget: Home is where your heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6861828163561713278?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6861828163561713278/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6861828163561713278&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6861828163561713278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6861828163561713278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/03/v-objemu-rizevih-polj-in-morja-ali.html' title='V objemu riževih polj in morja - Filipini'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S7Ei4JUxzqI/AAAAAAAABzY/TfrFu5h7PMA/s72-c/philippines-%2814%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-8673482886001924719</id><published>2010-02-24T21:12:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:07:09.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>Pa je prišel čas, čas za potovanje.&lt;br /&gt;Ko sem zbukirala potovanje na Filipine, se mi še sanjalo ni kako primeren bo ta čas odhoda. Overload, preveč misli, občutkov, wanna be razumevanj... in rešitev je odklop v daljni deželi, brez poznanih obrazov, brez elektronskih naprav; just me, nature &amp;amp; freedom. In glava brez misli. To je recept, moja rešitev in moje upanje :)&lt;br /&gt;Po solznih učkah, ko je mala pošast odšla na svoj dopust &amp;amp; poslavljanju z najdražjimi, sem dojela, da sem postala en pravi softič. In zaradi tega se počutim fajn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here outside your door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I hate to wake you up to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But the dawn is breakin', this early morn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The taxi's waitin', He's blowin' his horn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Already I'm so lonesome I could cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hold me like you'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't know when I'll be back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh babe I hate to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-8673482886001924719?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/8673482886001924719/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=8673482886001924719&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8673482886001924719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8673482886001924719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5362931108796809067</id><published>2010-02-18T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:08:22.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great day</title><content type='html'>Čisto po resnici: utapljam se v delu, vmes skačem na fizioterapije, na dopust sploh še nimam časa mislit, kaj šele na kaj drugega. Ampak vseeno grem vsak večer spat z nasmeškom, vstajam pa ob nemogoče zgodnjih urah. Včasih sploh ne morem verjeti, da sem kljub vsemu res dobre volje, če že ne celo odlične :)&lt;br /&gt;Mogoče zarad nove filozofije?, ki so jo drugi ubesedili, jaz pa jo le napišem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Generally making myself simpler to communicate and simpler to grasp, yet adding more emotions and the boldness of a young heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5362931108796809067?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5362931108796809067/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5362931108796809067&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5362931108796809067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5362931108796809067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-great-day.html' title='Another great day'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5735551804847721370</id><published>2010-02-16T19:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:08:14.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bo lep marec! Greš stavit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mam občutek, da bo zelo lep marec. Takrat se bodo začele lepe stvari. Kolk greš stavit? Pač vem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V zadnjih dveh dneh me vibe "dobre reči v marcu " nikakor ne pušča ravnodušno. I just have a feeling, ker se mi po glavi pletejo zgornje misli, ob tem pa se počutim prijetno, vznemirjeno in pri srcu je toplo. Zato pač vem!&lt;br /&gt;In ker vem, se drugače niti ne more zgoditi. Zato bom zdaj obmolknila in uživala ob prijetnih občutkih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The art of living does not consist in preserving and clinging to a particular mood of happiness, but in allowing happiness to change in form without being disappointed by the change. For happiness, like a child, must be allowed to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5735551804847721370?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5735551804847721370/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5735551804847721370&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5735551804847721370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5735551804847721370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/02/bo-lep-marec-gres-stavit.html' title='Bo lep marec! Greš stavit?'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-1570636217445182271</id><published>2010-02-14T23:20:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:14:23.398+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaljubljen dan</title><content type='html'>Pa je spet tu. Še uradno, za vse tiste, ki niso zaljubljeni vsak dan. Biti zaljubljen v dan, v sonce, v drevesa, v prijetne občutke, to je umetnost! Saj nič ne rečem, biti zaljubljen v človeka je tudi umetnost, le minljivost krni to umetnost.&lt;br /&gt;Ko pa se enkrat zaljubiš v naravo in vse njene čudeže, morda šele takrat dojameš ljubezen na nekem drugem nivoju, in perspektiva pomembnosti se postavi v čisto drug zorni kot.&lt;br /&gt;In ljubezen je fajn, biti zaljubljen vsak dan, pa še bolj!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tole je bil moj prvi zapis na blogu, par let nazaj, ki mi je tako drag, da ga bom zapisala še enkrat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ljubezen je najmočnejša sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je naše pravo notranje bistvo in temeljni gradbeni kamen vseh dimenzij bivanja, obstajanja in izražanja ljudi kot duhovnih in energijskih bitij v fizičnem telesu. Sami odločamo, ali jo bomo živeli in izražali, si tako dovolili biti, kar smo, se samouresničiti in razsvetliti ali pa ne. Tako si s svojo svobodno voljo - z vsako mislijo, besedo in dejanjem - ustvarjamo bodisi nebesa ali pekel v lastnih srcih. Tukaj in zdaj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-1570636217445182271?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/1570636217445182271/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=1570636217445182271&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1570636217445182271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1570636217445182271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/02/zaljubljen-dan.html' title='Zaljubljen dan'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6004034325032148103</id><published>2010-02-13T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:46:59.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful dream</title><content type='html'>Noč. Osvetljen hrib. Sneg se blešči. Nikjer nikogar, razen nas in male pošasti. Nagajivi nasmeški na obrazu in napihljive sanke. Nostalgično se vračamo leta in leta nazaj....in juhej, že letim po zasneženem bregu; sneg mi prši v obraz, na ovinku me zanese iz smeri in pristanem globoko v snegu. Povsod imam sneg, v čevljih, rokavicah, nosu...ampak od mene prihaja smeh, ki sem ga potegnila iz globine svoje duše. Moj notranji otrok je prišel na svoj račun in cel svet se smeje z mano. Drevesa, zasnežen travnik, osvetljena cerkev in spomenik...vse to se je spremenilo v ogromen nasmešek.&lt;br /&gt;In že tečem nazaj na vrh in ponovim vajo, pa še enkrat, pa še enkrat..... in potem v toplo naročje mojega doma na pir, na eno pivsko debato:)&lt;br /&gt;In nato se zbudim, z nasmeškom, what a wonderful dream...le ni mi jasno zakaj me boli rit? Hm, morda sem sanjala preveč živo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gentle child, slumber in peace; dragons and centaurs will guard your sleep. Stars in heaven shinning, oh, so bright will be your guiding light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Old Welsh Child's Blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6004034325032148103?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6004034325032148103/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6004034325032148103&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6004034325032148103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6004034325032148103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/02/wonderful-dream.html' title='Wonderful dream'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-1682048515609386411</id><published>2010-02-06T18:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T18:47:39.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumerang</title><content type='html'>Po nesrečnem zaključku poti mojega rdečega pleha, sem morala sprazniti vso njegovo vsebino. In nekje pod boxom je ležal bumerang, ki je že pred leti priletel iz Avstalije do mene. Čisto sem pozabila nanj. In seveda sem morala poskusiti, če še znam metati tako kot je potrebno. Če bi se mi met ponesrečil, je bila Cookie na voljo, da gre iskat letečo leseno reč. Ko je bumerang poletel, se je Cookie pognala za njim in sploh se ne da opisati njenega presenečenega obraza, ko se je v zraku obrnil in priletel nazaj v moje roke. V šoku je obstala na pol poti in začela lajati. Jaz pa sem se le nasmehnila in ugotovila da, glede na spodnji rek, najbrž ljubim ta bumerang in da bo moj za vedno. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you love something, let it go free. If it comes back to you, it's yours forever. If it doesn't, then it was never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-1682048515609386411?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/1682048515609386411/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=1682048515609386411&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1682048515609386411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1682048515609386411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/02/bumerang.html' title='Bumerang'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7373436951434919557</id><published>2010-02-03T12:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:37:12.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow slow, grow strong</title><content type='html'>Tole čudovito zgodbo sem dobila od čudovitega človeka. Thx :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;In Finland the temperatures get real cold. During winter it gets down to -45 degrees. Even if you're a tree, you tend to feel it. When the temperatures hit this low the trees just stop growing. They conserve their energy and just wait for the weather to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Come Spring and the warmer weather breaks, they start growing again. This quirk of nature makes for an interesting story. It also makes for strong wood too. Wood that will last longer than wood from faster growing trees found in warmer countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Appropriately, it's this patience that gives the wood its real strength. And sets itself apart from other wood. We could all learn a lot from a Finnish tree&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7373436951434919557?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7373436951434919557/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7373436951434919557&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7373436951434919557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7373436951434919557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/02/grow-slow-grow-strong.html' title='Grow slow, grow strong'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6500319289444075137</id><published>2010-02-02T20:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T12:34:15.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turbolenten januar</title><content type='html'>Turbolenca mi nikoli ni bila preveč pri srcu. Zanaša te levo, pa desno, gor in dol, vmes ti je malo slabo in potem čakaš le še na pristanek....&lt;br /&gt;Moje turbolence je bilo konec zadnjega januarskega dne, končala se je s trdim pristankom, konkretnim udarcem v glavo in razbitim avtom. Kljub nesrečnemu dogodku, sem ostala v enem kosu, in če sem poštena - včasih kak udarec tudi koristi. Poslovila sem se od mojega rdečega pleha, pozdravila novo spremljevalko ovratnico in se pripravila na srečanja z fizioterapevti.&lt;br /&gt;Ne glede na vse, sem zadovoljna, da se je turbolenca končala, da sem sestavila vse misli in občutke, da lahko obrnem nov list, pa če to pomeni le novo prevozno sredstvo, mi je prav. Mi pa notranji glas pravi, da se bo zgodilo mnogo več kot le nakup novega avta...ha ha, morda hiše? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't close your eyes for the crash, you'll miss the best part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Driving School instructor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6500319289444075137?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6500319289444075137/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6500319289444075137&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6500319289444075137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6500319289444075137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/02/turbolenten-januar.html' title='Turbolenten januar'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5234202698219553242</id><published>2010-01-29T22:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:01:39.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smeh je pol zdravja</title><content type='html'>Danes me bolijo čisto posebne mišice- smejalne. Toliko smejanja, kot sem si ga podarila danes, si nisem že precej časa, pravzaprav se ne spomnim dneva... Še zdajle, ko tole pišem, se smejim.&lt;br /&gt;Enostavno je bilo toliko situacij in reakcij, ko si nisem mogla pomagati, da ne bi padla v smeh. To sicer ni v moji navadi, ponavadi se smejem bolj navznoter, ampak danes je tak poseben smejalni dan. And I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Želim si še veliko takšnih dni in ljudi s katerimi lahko to počnem, ker se počutim odlično, kajti smejanje od srca ti res odpre čisto drug zorni kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laughter is strong medicine, maybe the most powerful medicine of all. It takes great people and remarkable individuals to be able to laugh at themselves. Especially in times of terrible adversity - but those who do usually manage to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Cue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5234202698219553242?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5234202698219553242/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5234202698219553242&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5234202698219553242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5234202698219553242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/01/smeh-je-pol-zdravja.html' title='Smeh je pol zdravja'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-1880849896022378679</id><published>2010-01-28T21:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:17:15.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are those who enter and leave this world without leaving a fingerprint and then there are those who can make the sun fall when they leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those are the ones who never did something because they could, but because they knew they had to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are the ones who refuse to follow the path of mediocrity and excel beyond their own expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To them, there are no limits because they refuse to believe that there is such a thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are the ones who never brag because they expect better from themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They continually challenge the world around them because they refuse to compromise their ethics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These are the ones who never envy someone else, but rather congratulate them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most importantly, they are the ones who inspired others to begin focusing on the path that lies ahead rather than the sickening thought of failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morgan Tang   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='People'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6733298744296590853</id><published>2010-01-26T22:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:10:33.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zvezde padajo v noč</title><content type='html'>Zvezde padajo v noč,&lt;br /&gt;vse tvoje, moje zvezde&lt;br /&gt;veter nosi jih v dalj,&lt;br /&gt;razpri roke moj fant,&lt;br /&gt;morda ujameva v dlan vsaj eno teh zvezd,&lt;br /&gt;zadnjo bledo kresnico,&lt;br /&gt;zvezde padajo v noč,&lt;br /&gt;daj razpriva dlani,&lt;br /&gt;saj kako bi brez njih to noč...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo Marjana Deržaj!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6733298744296590853?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6733298744296590853/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6733298744296590853&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6733298744296590853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6733298744296590853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/01/zvezde-padajo-v-noc.html' title='Zvezde padajo v noč'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-1653435396647445339</id><published>2010-01-23T20:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:17:38.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poti</title><content type='html'>Vse preveč nerodnih je poti, poti do doma,&lt;br /&gt;mnogo več, še mnogo več jih gre od tam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tale napev mi skače po glavi že cel dan...pa še kako resničen je. Poti kolikor hočeš, le katera je prava? In če je lahka, še ne pomeni, da je prava in če je težka še ne pomeni da ni prava. Kaj je torej prav in kaj narobe. Danes je prav, jutri narobe. Vse je prav in hkrati vse narobe.&lt;br /&gt;Edino kar ostane je, da upoštevaš, da je samo zdaj in ta je tukaj. Lahko si podariš ljubezen ali pa živiš v strahu. Ni druge smeri, ni druge poti, ni dneva razen današnjega dne.&lt;br /&gt;I love my path, my way,  vsak dan bolj :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a difference between knowing the path and walking the path!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Morpheus - The Matrix   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-1653435396647445339?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/1653435396647445339/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=1653435396647445339&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1653435396647445339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1653435396647445339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/01/poti.html' title='Poti'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2771768637302532790</id><published>2010-01-20T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T11:21:12.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The power is back :)</title><content type='html'>Ne morem, da tega, po treh dneh bednega stanja, ne napišem: Danes je bil res super dan, I was shining all day.... Brez posebnega razloga, že zbudila sem se z nasmeškom, pol ure pred budilko in potem ves dan good vibe. Perfect, zdaj sem izkusila in vem, da si moram vsa zanikanja in potlačene občutke priznati, četudi ne vem točno kaj naj s temi resnicami počnem. Že to, da se je power vrnil, je zaenkrat več kot dovolj!&lt;br /&gt;Danes kar tri modre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to live the life that is waiting for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E. M. Foster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is better for a person to take chance from life than to live in that gray twilight and know not victory nor defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karel Soucek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People spend there hole lives trying to live up to other people's expectations and being told what to do. I say fuck it, be free, do what you want, go where you want reach for the sky, cause life has no limits or bounder's, bounder's are just other people's fears and limits are just people's expectations. You only get one chance at life, only one chance to do all things that life offer's you, have no enimes, no regret's and no fear and your life will be one of iternal happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dj AwAk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2771768637302532790?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2771768637302532790/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2771768637302532790&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2771768637302532790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2771768637302532790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/01/power-is-back.html' title='The power is back :)'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-4481975914666984860</id><published>2010-01-19T21:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:59:33.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice the signs</title><content type='html'>Znamenja...vedno pridejo, ko jih potrebuješ; vedno so, le opaziti jih moraš.&lt;br /&gt;In jaz jih vztrajno ignoriram in nočem videti. Pravzaprav sem pravi mojster v tem početju in nenazadnje se spravim do faze, ko je energy tako low, da hodim po svetu kot zombi. In seveda si low energy razlagam kot predhodnika bolezni, bolezni pa od nikoder. Hm...in ker tako ali tako ni nič od mene in mi v popoldanskem času ostane le še kavč terapija, imam precej časa za dat možgane na pašo in ne mislit na nič. Iz niča pa ponavi pridejo presenetljive reči. OMG, kaj je res mogoče, da sem tako za luno, da ne vidim ne levo in desno?&lt;br /&gt;In ko ne vem kaj storiti, se smejem, ker: They say it's a sign of greatness if you laugh at yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are there such things as signs or do we follow coincidences in hopes that they will lead us to our non-existing destiny? Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K. McDanal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-4481975914666984860?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/4481975914666984860/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=4481975914666984860&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4481975914666984860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4481975914666984860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/01/notice-signs.html' title='Notice the signs'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3879625516876615390</id><published>2010-01-17T23:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:32:43.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good morning beautiful, h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ow was your night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was wonderful with you by my side&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I open my eyes and see your sweet face&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good morning beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moja budilka z zgornjim napevom me je zbudila tudi na današnji dan. Takoj mi je bilo jasno, da je ura devet in da je prekleto sumljivo, da se nisem zbudila še pred simpatičnim alarmom. Nekaj je narobe, I feel like shit. Ne morem vstati iz postelje, oči se mi kar zapirajo... In naslednje dve uri ždim na postelji, brez misli, brez spanja, brez občutkov.&lt;br /&gt;Sem mislila, da me bosta pasji sprehod in mala Vivi spravili v boljši mood, pa je uspelo le za kak trenutek ali dva. Ob prihodu domov sem padla na kavč, totalno brez energije.&lt;br /&gt;WTF is wrong? Vročine nimam, grlo me ne boli, sinusi so bp,  pravzaprav me čisto nič ne boli, le hrana mi bolj smrdi kot diši.&lt;br /&gt;Se bom pustila presenetiti in počakala kaj bo prinesel nov dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S1QpIRA3upI/AAAAAAAABy4/TtU0uHSQd0g/s1600-h/DSC00624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S1QpIRA3upI/AAAAAAAABy4/TtU0uHSQd0g/s200/DSC00624.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428008672871037586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S1QpI53riWI/AAAAAAAABzI/NHJdn1PsD7g/s1600-h/DSC00700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S1QpI53riWI/AAAAAAAABzI/NHJdn1PsD7g/s200/DSC00700.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428008683838343522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S1QpJOpnIcI/AAAAAAAABzQ/4S0EojeaLqQ/s1600-h/DSC00702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S1QpJOpnIcI/AAAAAAAABzQ/4S0EojeaLqQ/s200/DSC00702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428008689416479170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S1QpIrEr0II/AAAAAAAABzA/2Yq-2g7ETeY/s1600-h/DSC00631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S1QpIrEr0II/AAAAAAAABzA/2Yq-2g7ETeY/s200/DSC00631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428008679866355842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People too weak to follow their own dreams, will always find a way to discourage yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3879625516876615390?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3879625516876615390/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3879625516876615390&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3879625516876615390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3879625516876615390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-morning-beautiful.html' title='Good morning beautiful'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S1QpIRA3upI/AAAAAAAABy4/TtU0uHSQd0g/s72-c/DSC00624.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-9198732709287582325</id><published>2010-01-14T15:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:05:35.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kukec</title><content type='html'>Spet eno leto starejša. Kar malo brez veze, kajti vsako leto ista pesem- eno leto starejša:). 23-tka se je zgodila v Barceloni, od pošastke, ki je ostala v Ljubljani,  pa sem dobila tole fotko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S08wAwi8cWI/AAAAAAAAByw/NeQZLvqnxrg/s1600-h/kukec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S08wAwi8cWI/AAAAAAAAByw/NeQZLvqnxrg/s400/kukec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426608865594339682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't love Cookie beacuse she's nice, she is nice because I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-9198732709287582325?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/9198732709287582325/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=9198732709287582325&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 2'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/9198732709287582325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/9198732709287582325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/01/kukec.html' title='Kukec'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/S08wAwi8cWI/AAAAAAAAByw/NeQZLvqnxrg/s72-c/kukec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3048283299113981706</id><published>2010-01-13T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:52:00.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prodajanje bučk</title><content type='html'>Leto se je začelo s prodajalci bučk. Hecn, a ne, ko je pa zima in takrat bučke ne rastejo :)&lt;br /&gt;Nič ne rečem, bučke imam rada, vendar le sveže in naravne, takšne, ki zrastejo ob pravi sončni svetlobi, zalite z deževnico in posajene z dobro roko. Če pa mi nekdo hoče prodat bučke sredi januarja, in vztrajno zatrdi, da so čisto naravne in sveže....I don't buy this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Zraven se le nasmehnem in si mislim: "Bogi revež, če misliš, da se delaš norca iz drugih ljudi, se poskusi postaviti eno stopničko više, pa boš videl, da delaš pravzaprav norca iz sebe." In ker verjamem v rek "what goes around, comes around", se mi je tale prodajalec kar malce zasmilil. Morda pa zdaj znam občutiti sočutje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In life, it seems that we can always reflect and appreciate the meaning or logic behind certain events...events that are absolutely vital for one's inner growth whether they are good or bad experiences...events that make perfect sense. So what does this mean? It means that everything that will happen in life will have a purpose, despite our difficulty in appreciating the significance of the moment within the moment, because there is Meaning behind and within life. So this very day and this very moment we are in the midst of something meaningful and of incomprehensible importance. Live wisely and live lovingly because where you are tomorrow is the culmination of what you do today. Do things right today and reflect on life tomorrow with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaron Kusza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3048283299113981706?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3048283299113981706/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3048283299113981706&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3048283299113981706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3048283299113981706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/01/prodajanje-buck.html' title='Prodajanje bučk'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5795174230961789701</id><published>2010-01-04T19:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:41:08.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The new year, new time, new me :)</title><content type='html'>Začetki so sneženi, kar je super, ker mati Narava mora počivati, jaz pa se moram dokončno sprazniti vseh preteklih teženj, vprašaje in klicaje pa spremeniti v piko. In pot spraviti v cilj: dnevni, tedenski, mesečni, letni...&lt;br /&gt;Nove smernice so se formirale že pretekle mesece, zato temu ne bom rekla novoletne zaobljube, ker te so ponavadi zelo plitke in jih pozabimo še preden je prvi mesec naokoli. Temelji so dobro postavljeni, teren je pester, okolica mi je simpatična, zdaj pa je čas, da začnem graditi hiško, izbirati barve, okna, vrata... Ni vedno lahko, ker z delavci je križ in jih je potrebno stalno opozarjati in kontrolirati, ampak it is fun :) Let's play the game- the game of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking, so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within, it's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nelson Mandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5795174230961789701?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5795174230961789701/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5795174230961789701&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5795174230961789701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5795174230961789701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-time-new-me.html' title='The new year, new time, new me :)'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7989862813652529100</id><published>2009-12-31T20:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:17:27.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fse je v glavi...</title><content type='html'>Tudi to, da je danes poseben dan oz. posebna noč, da bo jutri vse drugače, lepše, bolj iskreno.... ampak fse je v glavi :)&lt;br /&gt;V moji glavi je, da danes dobim darilo Modrega meseca, za naslednje dve leti...in ga tudi bom! Ta noč upravlja z energijami v smereh, ki nudijo izboljšanje življenja na vseh ravneh. Zato naj bo posebna. Malo "čarovništva" nikoli ne škodi...ker danes so odločitve močnejše od supernove, njihove vibracije presegajo prostor in čas. Ha, to pa ni kar tako :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Novoletna večerja je na poti, teranov likerček, vinček, my kind of music in dobra družba, pa so že v moji neposredni bližini. Ognjemet bo odlično viden z balkona, kjer se sliši morje, brez gneče in ostalih neprijetnih dejavnikov...to je pač vse kar potrebujem, ta trenutek.&lt;br /&gt;Nerazumljive in bad vibracije naj ostanejo tam, kjer jim je mesto, pri meni ni več prostora, full with good vibes..lalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;;) veliko nasmehov, malih skrivnosti, globokih občutkov, prijetnih presenečenj....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7989862813652529100?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7989862813652529100/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7989862813652529100&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7989862813652529100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7989862813652529100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/12/fse-je-v-glavi.html' title='Fse je v glavi...'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2044809855920312713</id><published>2009-12-23T20:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T17:11:45.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>Prvi prazniki so skoraj mimo...great, dobila sem skoraj čisto vse kar sem si želela: frej dneve, fajn čveke, dobro hrano, veliko daril-ov, nekaj druženja, malo branja in Tv-ja, skakanje po okoliških hribčkih....le vreme bi se lahko malo bolje odrezalo.&lt;br /&gt;Torej, da naredim zaključek: Christmas je fajn, naj bo še prestop v novo leto tako prijetno:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd like to take advantage of this early opportunity to wish all of you an enjoyable Christmas season and a happy New Year filled with good fortune. Of course I realize this can't happen for everyone. Some of you are going to die next year, and others will be crippled and maimed in accidents, perhaps even completely paralyzed. Still others will be stricken with diseases that can't be cured, or will be horribly scarred in fires. Therefore many of you will not be able to enjoy the happy and fortunate New Year I'm wishing for you. So just try and do the best you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;George Carlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2044809855920312713?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2044809855920312713/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2044809855920312713&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2044809855920312713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2044809855920312713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I want for Christmas'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3943512817972013418</id><published>2009-12-22T21:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:09:53.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TV bullshit</title><content type='html'>Danes ni moj dan. Sem mislila, da bom lahko napisala ni bil; da se bo stanje poboljšalo, ko bom doma na chill out sešnu...pa sem naredila napako in prižgala TV, kjer se je odvijala oddaja Piramida z Maručo, Karin in Emo.&lt;br /&gt;TV je pri meni vključena približno 2 uri na teden, pa še to ponavadi ob vikendih, ko pogledam kak film. In ko vidim kakšna sranja vrtijo in za to naj bi še plačevali nekakšno naročnino, mi je jasno, da so moje odločitve pravilne- TV poneumlja- no ne naprava-ta je prav fajn pogruntavščina.&lt;br /&gt;Vedeževalka, astrologinja in jasnovidka so bile v sramoto, tako sebi, kot svojim poklicem, da  o netaktičnosti voditeljice sploh ne govorim.&lt;br /&gt;Namesto, da bi naredili eno luštno oddajo o napovedih za leto 2010, se je oddaja odvila v smer tekmovanja, katera smer napovedovanja prihodnosti je boljša, pravilna in oh in sploh najpomembnejša. Namesto, da bi združile astrologijo, numerologijo in jasnovidnost ter naredile oddajo zanimivo, so pokazale svoj nivo z blatenjem in obtoževanji. Vsaka ima svoj prav, se strinjam, ampak valjda ne bomo prišli do nivoja kot pri našemu zdravstvu in alternativnimi metodami?&lt;br /&gt;Združevanje večih metod oz. sistemov, s svojimi pogledi, aspekti in zornimi koti prinašajo zaključeno celoto, pa če imaš certifikate, diplome ali pa ne- ker za nekatere metode pač ne obstajajo, v kolikor so ljudje, ki te stvari počnejo kredibilni in počnejo to v najvišje dobro. Razni wannabe napovedovalci in mazači pa si lahko zaradi takšnih oddaj še bolj manejo roke.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish there was a knob on the TV to turn up the intelligence. There's a knob called 'brightness,' but it doesn't work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gallagher  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3943512817972013418?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3943512817972013418/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3943512817972013418&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3943512817972013418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3943512817972013418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/12/tv-bullshit.html' title='TV bullshit'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7854834880187324021</id><published>2009-12-19T11:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T12:36:55.649+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow....</title><content type='html'>Par dni nazaj sem dojela, da sem utrujena. Res utrujena. In včeraj, po kuhančku, sem zaspala z nasmeškom na obrazu, ker sem vedela, da je sobota namenjena nič delanju in po domače- izležavanju. Perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Ampak očitno ne morem iz svoje kože, kajti ko sem se zjutraj zbudila in pogledala skozi okno, mi je v trenutku postalo jasno, da nekaj v meni ne bo dalo miru in bo treba ven, na sneg.&lt;br /&gt;Kaj sem hotela drugega kot da sem nataknila zimsko opremo, Cookie zvekla iz sladkega spanca in ob devetih sva že tekli po Urhu. Ne vem katera je bolj nora, ampak obema je špilalo 100/h. Še dobro, da so se nama pridružili Juta&amp;amp;Co, ker drugače bi se valjali po snegu do onemoglosti. Po uri in pol hoje Cookie leži v komi, jaz pa lopato v roke in kidat. Potem pa izležavanje....da vsaj delno uresničim svoje plane:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SyyzuMfBsJI/AAAAAAAAByo/KfnZmTiCZso/s1600-h/10946_206493801228_749501228_3087688_2285677_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SyyzuMfBsJI/AAAAAAAAByo/KfnZmTiCZso/s320/10946_206493801228_749501228_3087688_2285677_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416902058026578066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl9_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;The &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt; goose need not bathe to make itself white. Neither need you do anything but be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lao-tzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7854834880187324021?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7854834880187324021/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7854834880187324021&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7854834880187324021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7854834880187324021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow....'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SyyzuMfBsJI/AAAAAAAAByo/KfnZmTiCZso/s72-c/10946_206493801228_749501228_3087688_2285677_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-353360116896661439</id><published>2009-12-16T23:33:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:07:28.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In ko prideš ti....se nebo mi razjasni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Je to že res, a se le zdi? Je res, da mi ugašajo luči?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tožne misli o vsem kar je že bilo , nekaj o smislu in o minljivosti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  pa o tem, da sem si sam največji problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zvezdice bele se razporedijo, pripravijo vse pred nočjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Povejo december al' maj, povejo začetek al' kraj!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prvi žvižg se zareže v mrak in žarek se zarosi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      nad strehe, mesta, v glave, srca in kleti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      še en nov dan se rodi. Novo jutro, nov dan !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vladek je res car, koncert je bil ena A. In to sem dobila kot zgodnje bday darilo. Fajn!&lt;br /&gt;Pa še uspelo mu je, da me je potegnil iz dirkalne mrzlice, malo na off. Je bil skrajni čas, drugače bi se še pozabila v starem letu :) Sto in en opravek, pa darilca, pa krožki, pa služben džumbus.... in kljub zabavam, kuhančkom, se prav nič ne počutim prednovoletno. Eh, nič hudega, imam še nekaj dni pred seboj.&lt;br /&gt;Koncert se je končal s tole pesmico...in s tem tudi moje misli:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I think to myself...what a wonderful world.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-353360116896661439?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/353360116896661439/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=353360116896661439&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/353360116896661439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/353360116896661439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-ko-prides-tise-nebo-mi-razjasni.html' title='In ko prideš ti....se nebo mi razjasni...'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-4288950623000313135</id><published>2009-11-29T18:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T18:48:18.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ko se vesolje dela norca iz mene</title><content type='html'>Zjutraj se je pokazalo sonce...idealen dan za raztegnit noge na kakšnem hribu. Juhu, po včerajšnjem deževnem dnevu je takšen dan prav darilo, sem si mislila.&lt;br /&gt;Vzamem še sončna očala in se odpravim po sopotnico. Kar naenkrat se na nebo zgrnejo črni oblaki in usujejo se dežne kaplje. Ok, itak greva na gorenjsko, tam bo sonce.  In tako je bilo tudi ob vznožju hriba.  Pot je bila katastrofalno blatna in po 15 min hoje se usuje dež. Najprej nekaj kapljic, nato pa se vaja iz Ljubljane ponovi. Pa saj to ni mogoče!&lt;br /&gt;In sva se obrnili, ker hoja med kapljami res ni zabavna. Na poti nazaj še postanek na Zbilju, kjer se je pokazal sonček in naju tudi sprejel ob prihodu domov.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nekdo me očitno prav pošteno zajebava. Najprej sonce, potem dež, nato spet sonce...Če že nimam lastnih dilem, mi jo zagode vreme.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The more I question the origin and meaning of our existence, the less I care. And the less I care, the more I question myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack Kolber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-4288950623000313135?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/4288950623000313135/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=4288950623000313135&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4288950623000313135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4288950623000313135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/11/ko-se-vesolje-dela-norca-iz-mene.html' title='Ko se vesolje dela norca iz mene'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7997567236953272167</id><published>2009-11-25T14:11:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:02:53.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamcatcher</title><content type='html'>Včeraj je bil dan dreamcatcherjev....eden je prispel k meni iz azijskih držav, druga dva pa iz Argentine. Smešno, ravno na isti dan, pa še v skupnem številu 3.&lt;br /&gt;Sicer pa je bila napoved njihovih prihodov storjena že v petek, ko sem na sprehodu po ljubljanskih ulicah ugledala lovilce sanj v izložbi ene trgovine. Sicer pa, naključij itak ni :)&lt;br /&gt;Da ne pozabim, še legenda plemena Lakota:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolgo časa nazaj, ko je bil svet še mlad, je bil nek star Lakotski duhovni vodja na visoki gori, kjer je imel vizijo.V njegovi viziji se je prikazal, Iktomi, veliki duh in učitelj modrosti, v obliki pajka.Iktomi mu je spregovoril v svetem jeziku, ki ga razumejo le Lakotski duhovni voditelji.&lt;br /&gt;Med govorom je Iktomi, pajek, vzel starešinin vrbov obroč, okrašen s perjem, konjsko dlako, koraldami in darovi, ter začel presti mrežo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Življenski krogi...naša življenja začnemo kot dojenčki in naprej skozi otroštvo do odraslosti. Na koncu zaključimo krog, ko pridemo v stara leta in morajo za nas skrbeti, tako kot za dojenčke. Ampak, vsakem obdobju življenja je mnogo energij — nekatere dobre druge slabe. Če prisluhneš dobrim, te bodo vodila v pravo smer. Toda če prisluhneš slabim energijam, ti bodo poškodovale in vodile v napačno smer. Mnogo je energij in razičnih smeri, ki ti pomagajo ali ovirajo v harmoniji z naravo, in prav tako z velikim duhom in vsemi njegovimi čudovitimi nauki."&lt;br /&gt;Ko je Iktomi končal z govorjenjem, je izročil Lakotskemu starešini mrežo in rekel:&lt;br /&gt;“Poglej, mreža je popoln krog, ampak v središču kroga ima luknjo. Uporabi mrežo, da pomagaš sebi in svojim ljudem, da boste dosegli svoje cilje in, da boste dobro uporabili ideje, sanje in vizije svojih ljudi. Če veruješ v velikega duha, bo mreža ujela tvoje dobre ideje — in slabe bodo odletele skozi luknjo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakotski starešina je posredoval vizijo svojim ljudem in od takrat Sioux-ki indijanci uporabljajo lovilec sanj, kot mrežo svojega življenaja. Obešen je nad njihovimi posteljami ali nekje v domu, da preseje njihove sanje in vizije.&lt;br /&gt;Kar je dobrega v sanjah se ujame v njihovo mrežo življenja in jih spremlja… kar pa je slabega v njihovih sanjah, izgine skozi luknjo v središču mreže in ni več del njih samih.&lt;br /&gt;Verujejo, da lovilec sanj nosi usodo njihovih življenj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kako ujeti             svoje sanje? Odgovor je preprost:             verjeti moraš vanje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7997567236953272167?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7997567236953272167/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7997567236953272167&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7997567236953272167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7997567236953272167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreamcatcher.html' title='Dreamcatcher'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-4840654647138188498</id><published>2009-11-23T22:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:34:12.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Medvrstičje</title><content type='html'>Kako mi je simpatična ta beseda, tako njen zven kot njen pomen. Upam le, da v resnici obstaja, da ni pomen le v moji glavi. Sicer pa, who cares :)&lt;br /&gt;Kakorkoli že, moje štiriletne pisarije so pravzaprav eno veliko medvrstičje... Tudi če se morda zazdi, da so zapisi jasni in razumljivi, je njihov pomen nekaj drugega. Ali pa so le zapiski posamezne situacije, ki meni delujejo kot opomnik, da se spomnim kaj sem takrat čutila, občutila in razmišljala.  Razen kadar sem jezna, takrat ne zmorem poigravanja z besedami in sem udarno direktna.&lt;br /&gt;Fajn, kajti na stara leta bom lahko ob prebiranju razgibavala možgane :)&lt;br /&gt;Kljub temu, da je edina konstatanta v življenju sprememba, je tale blogec postal ena izmed mojih redkih stalnic v zadnjem štiriletnem obdobju. Torej sem lojalna sama sebi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animals are reliable, many full of love, true in their affections, predictable in their actions, grateful and loyal. Difficult standards for people to live up to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alfred A Montapert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-4840654647138188498?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/4840654647138188498/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=4840654647138188498&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4840654647138188498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4840654647138188498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/11/medvrsticje.html' title='Medvrstičje'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-4105421466068014373</id><published>2009-11-18T22:39:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:35:56.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dileme, dileme</title><content type='html'>No, pa sem prišla do novih zadev, ki so mi nepoznane. Dileme.&lt;br /&gt;Nikoli jih ni bilo, če pa so se slučajno znašle v moji bližini, sem jih po hitrem postopku odpravila in razrešila, brez komplikacij ali kakšnih pomiselkov. V zadnjem mesecu pa se jih je v mojem življenju pojavilo toliko, da sploh ne vem kaj naj z njimi. Še najhujše pri vsem pa je to, da sem tako neodločena, da nobene ne znam rešit...kar postavam in tenstam kaj, kako, zakaj.  Another way of me, očitno :(&lt;br /&gt;Dobim feeling to hočem, to mi je všeč, naslednji trenutek pa miljardo argumentov zakaj ne. In potem spet zakaj ja, in nato zakaj ne...začaran krog, ki se noče pretrgat, le zraven se nalagajo nove in nove dileme s svojimi ja-ji in ne-ji.  Pa to je za znort in sploh nič ne kaže, da se bo nehalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOKUS, a lahko prosim prideš in končaš tole dramo, začinjeno s komedijo? TAKOJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironija, ko tole pišem, je zunaj kot za novo leto: izbruh petard in ognjemetov, podkrepljeno z govejo muziko...kot bi se nekdo delal norca iz mene in mojih dilem!&lt;br /&gt;Ali pa je to le sporočilo, da se definitivno nehajo z novim letom oz. se bom ponovno naučila hendlati z njimi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-4105421466068014373?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/4105421466068014373/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=4105421466068014373&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4105421466068014373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4105421466068014373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/11/dileme-dileme.html' title='Dileme, dileme'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5019891941843159961</id><published>2009-11-14T22:45:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:05:34.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ko prst usode pokaže nate</title><content type='html'>Tokrat na Tomaža Humarja, izjemnega alpinista, izjemnega človeka. Le malo ljudi ima dovolj poguma, da živijo svoje sanje, Tomaž je bil eden takih.&lt;br /&gt;Živel je za gore in tam se je poslovil od tukajšnjega življenja. A v srcu bo ostal za zmeraj; v čast mi je, da sem te poznala, da sem ti lahko na nek način pomagala pri tvojih odpravah.  Bilo je več kot le delovna naloga v službi, kajti tvoja brezmejna energija je v meni pustila sled, ki je nič ne more izbrisati.&lt;br /&gt;In ko po facebooku berem kritike o njegovem egoizmu in davkoplačevalskem denarju, ki naj bi šel za njegovo reševanje, vas vse lepo prosim, da se vprašate, ali živite svoj namen, ali živite svoje sanje? Če bi jih oz. bi se vsaj stremeli k temu, potem tega nebi pisali, kajti on jih je!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sv_VoS1YV3I/AAAAAAAAByg/PErlP7lW3UE/s1600-h/000013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sv_VoS1YV3I/AAAAAAAAByg/PErlP7lW3UE/s320/000013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404272966095099762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kdor se boji smrti, se boji tudi življenja!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namaste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5019891941843159961?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5019891941843159961/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5019891941843159961&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5019891941843159961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5019891941843159961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/11/ko-prst-usode-pokaze-nate.html' title='Ko prst usode pokaže nate'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sv_VoS1YV3I/AAAAAAAAByg/PErlP7lW3UE/s72-c/000013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-8044769436474082088</id><published>2009-11-06T11:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:44:10.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship the sun</title><content type='html'>Glede na to, da je zunaj dež, si pošiljam sonce :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SvP89gWko1I/AAAAAAAAByY/tICwxSk_2Oo/s1600-h/Sun_worship_bg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SvP89gWko1I/AAAAAAAAByY/tICwxSk_2Oo/s400/Sun_worship_bg.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400938511734186834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-8044769436474082088?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/8044769436474082088/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=8044769436474082088&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8044769436474082088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8044769436474082088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/11/worship-sun.html' title='Worship the sun'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SvP89gWko1I/AAAAAAAAByY/tICwxSk_2Oo/s72-c/Sun_worship_bg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-1812733077675197053</id><published>2009-10-30T21:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:15:24.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vsak dan novo doživetje</title><content type='html'>Danes imam tako veliko za povedat, a še nikoli ni bilo tako malo besed. Beseda danes nima smisla. Ko jo napišem, je že mimo. Pa naj ostane le pri občutkih :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi vsi se moramo učiti, videti del sebe kot del zemlje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ne kot zunanjega sovražnika, ki ji hoče vsiliti svojo voljo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mi, ki vemo za skrivnost pipe, mi tudi vemo, da smo živi del zemlje. Ne moremo ji storiti sile, ne da bi sami sebe ranili.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lame Deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-1812733077675197053?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/1812733077675197053/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=1812733077675197053&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1812733077675197053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1812733077675197053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/vsak-dan-novo-dozivetje.html' title='Vsak dan novo doživetje'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3013578879331829539</id><published>2009-10-30T20:53:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:16:41.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaj se je naučil žabec Ping?</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Najpomembnejše potovanje je potovanje navznoter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kdo lahko predvidi natančen trenutek, ko se mu bo spremenil svet?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Težko se sprostiš, kadar v tebi preži strah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Na poti bodi ves čas buden in pozoren na vse vidno in nevidno.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Če pot, po kateri potuješ, nima ovir, ne vodi nikamor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kakršna višina, takšno gledišče.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trenutek spoznanja se udomači v mirnem umu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prava pot je goreča želja, kajti najžlahtnejša kovina je rezultat najbolj vročega ognja.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prebuditi se izbiri pomeni prebuditi se preobrazbi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prisluhni glasu ceder v brezveterju. Tam se boš našel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nadarjenost je nekaj naravnega, veščino pa je treba prebuditi.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dobro opredeljeno tveganje je polovično tveganje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prepusti se toku, kajti tok ve, kam iti. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Da bi spremenili prihodnost, je treba spremeniti sedanjost. Resnična prihodnost se začne z radostno predanostjo zdajšnjemu trenutku. Kar zadeva preteklost je povsem druga zgodba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Avery Gold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3013578879331829539?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3013578879331829539/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3013578879331829539&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3013578879331829539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3013578879331829539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/kaj-se-je-naucil-zabec-ping.html' title='Kaj se je naučil žabec Ping?'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5571146619961346066</id><published>2009-10-28T23:45:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:51:24.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie-jin filmski debi :)</title><content type='html'>...ki prazaprav to sploh ni bil.&lt;br /&gt;Kakšno leto nazaj se je zgodil snemalni dan. Polminutni prizor s staro gospo, ki drži na vrvici 3 kužke, ki neumorno lajajo, se je snemal, s pripravami vred, kar nekaj ur. Midve s Cookie pa sva imeli pred tem še treninge, saj Cookie nikoli ni bila naučena, da laja. Brihtna buča se je seveda naučila, potem pa sva imeli še after treninge, da se je odvadila...ampak sem že zašla s teme.&lt;br /&gt;Torej, prijazno sem dobila 2 karti za premiero velikega zmagovalca 12. festivala slovenskega filma, celovečerca 9:06 v režiji Igorja Šterka, ki je prejel kar 9 nagrad.&lt;br /&gt;Sicer ne maram pljuvati po delu drugih, ampak tale film je tipično depresiven slovenski film, z nepovezanimi prizori. Bi rekla še kaj, pa se ne spodobi, načeloma je zgodba imela nek smisel, a mislim, da bi filmski sklad moral dajati denar v kakšne bolj optimistične, prijetno gledljive filme. A Slovenci sploh še znamo naredit kakšen vesel film? Tukaj ne mislim tipične holivudske limonade, ampak valjda nismo pozabili na simpatične filme ala Sreča na vrvici, Poletje v školjki,..itd..&lt;br /&gt;Zame bi bil prijeten trenutek filma, ko bi na platnu zagledala mojo pošastko, a je ta prizor izrezan in malih lajajočih parsonov v filmu sploh ni. Če sem poštena, sem kar vesela, ker si res ne želim, da bi se moj pes pojavil v takšnem depresivnem filmu.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Cookie, nič ne bo iz filmske kariere :)&lt;br /&gt;Se pa sprašujem koliko denarja je šlo za takšne ne-prizore, kajti Cookie si je s snemanjem zaslužila kar nekaj kg briketov in konzerv.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We may act, look, and feel like idiots, but at least we're having fun in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trina Rae Kelso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5571146619961346066?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5571146619961346066/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5571146619961346066&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5571146619961346066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5571146619961346066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/cookie-jin-filmski-debi.html' title='Cookie-jin filmski debi :)'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2388626093490075748</id><published>2009-10-27T10:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:33:26.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7 življenj</title><content type='html'>Današnja situacija mi je dala misliti, da nimajo samo mačke 7 življenj. Ampak če to velja, potem Cookie definitivno paše v kategorijo mačk- glede na njeno bolezen in današnji dogodek.&lt;br /&gt;Kot vsako jutro, se pripeljem v službo, odprem box in Cookie za razliko od prejšnih 3 let, piči z nenormalno hitrostjo na cesto, namesto proti vhodu v pisarno.&lt;br /&gt;Mislim, da se mi je srce ustavilo za par sekund, saj je avto s precejšnjo hitrostjo pripeljal naravnost proti njej. Šlo je za milisekunde in na srečo je ni dobil med gume, ker jo je najbrž moj živalski krik ustavil, jo je pa najbrž zaradi sunka vrglo na hrbet.&lt;br /&gt;In vse kar vem je to, da sem stekla na cesto, jo pobrala in tekla v pisarno. Hvala vesolju, da tudi mene ni nabil kak avto.&lt;br /&gt;Z bledozelenim obrazom in cvilečim psom sem, ne vem kako, prišla do pisarne, se sesedla na mizo in spustila psa. Ne vem katera od naju je bila v večjem šoku, ki pri meni še ni čisto popustil. Ko sva se obe malo pomirili, sem pretipala celotno telo in hvala bogu nič ni zlomljeno. Danes pa bo vseeno dan opazovanja, čeprav se Cookie obnaša čisto po starem: poležava na kavču, se igra s Fidelom, teži vsem, ki jedo zajtrke....kot da se pravzaprav nič ni zgodilo.&lt;br /&gt;Ta dogodek ima razlog in poanto, no najbrž več poant, ki se bodo počasi skristalizirale, ena pa je jasna že zdaj: Zraven prometnih cest, obvezno na vrvico, pa čeprav je le 10 metrov, kajti še sebi ne moreš 100 % zaupati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is different, for he who has touched death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pa še ironija današnjega dne...10 min po nesrečnem dogodku, sem po hitri pošti prejela konzerve za Cookie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Morda pa jo je moje naročilo rešilo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2388626093490075748?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2388626093490075748/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2388626093490075748&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 4'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2388626093490075748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2388626093490075748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-zivljenj.html' title='7 življenj'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3852849034746995959</id><published>2009-10-25T22:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:07:38.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a perfect day</title><content type='html'>V ljubljanski džungli je bilo še oblačno, zoprno vreme...nad 1.500 m pa sonce, modro nebo, narava, odličen pogled in razgled. Že skoraj kičasto:)&lt;br /&gt;Občudujem vse, ki so tekli po ljubljanskem betonu na maratonu, a svoje današnje Velike planine ne zamenjam za nič na svetu.&lt;br /&gt;Paradise on Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWGln7L7KI/AAAAAAAABxI/nbBBvcSoZ8w/s1600-h/IMG_3360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWGln7L7KI/AAAAAAAABxI/nbBBvcSoZ8w/s400/IMG_3360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396867709403917474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG9vEFmhI/AAAAAAAABxQ/t7YViX7bH4E/s1600-h/IMG_3345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG9vEFmhI/AAAAAAAABxQ/t7YViX7bH4E/s200/IMG_3345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396868123637160466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG-T25GKI/AAAAAAAABxw/hcWax-zKlJ8/s1600-h/IMG_3404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG-T25GKI/AAAAAAAABxw/hcWax-zKlJ8/s200/IMG_3404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396868133513926818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG9jG64PI/AAAAAAAABxY/LnG9i2FGYjk/s1600-h/IMG_3370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG9jG64PI/AAAAAAAABxY/LnG9i2FGYjk/s200/IMG_3370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396868120427815154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWHLRijLVI/AAAAAAAABx4/9geVrDm2wfM/s1600-h/IMG_3418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWHLRijLVI/AAAAAAAABx4/9geVrDm2wfM/s200/IMG_3418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396868356230032722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG-DS7UKI/AAAAAAAABxo/51UPyscD8x8/s1600-h/IMG_3410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG-DS7UKI/AAAAAAAABxo/51UPyscD8x8/s200/IMG_3410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396868129068109986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWHljJOWHI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Dk13vleFjqU/s1600-h/IMG_3399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWHljJOWHI/AAAAAAAAByQ/Dk13vleFjqU/s200/IMG_3399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396868807632246898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG9xgI35I/AAAAAAAABxg/mHGg8jgJqrg/s1600-h/IMG_3373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWG9xgI35I/AAAAAAAABxg/mHGg8jgJqrg/s200/IMG_3373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396868124291686290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWHLo8BE9I/AAAAAAAAByI/HxSMNzJ9OWk/s1600-h/IMG_3398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWHLo8BE9I/AAAAAAAAByI/HxSMNzJ9OWk/s200/IMG_3398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396868362510865362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posedimo, tukaj v svobodni preriji, kjer ni videti cest, opaziti ograje. Ne bomo razprostli odeje. Naša telesa naj čutijo tla, zemljo, odpor steblik, ki se prilagajajo našemu dotiku. Trava naj nam bo žimnica, da bomo čutili njeno ostrino in njeno mehkobo. Bodimo takšni, kot so živali, naše misli in naši čuti naj bodo podobni njihovim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prisluhni zraku! Lahko jih slišiš, čutiš, vonjaš in okusiš.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woniya wakan, sveti dih, ki vse s svojo sapo obnavljaš.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woniya, woniya wakan: duh, življenje, dih, novo nastajanje - so pomeni te besede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woniya - drug ob drugem sedimo, ne dotikamo se, toda nekaj je prisotno; čutimo navzočnost nečesa v naši sredi. To je dober začetek za premišljevanje in govorenje o naravi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vendar, nikar se ne pogovarjajmo samo o naravi - pogovarjajmo se Z NARAVO, z rekami, z jezeri, z vetrovi, tako kot z našimi sorodniki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lame Deer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3852849034746995959?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3852849034746995959/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3852849034746995959&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3852849034746995959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3852849034746995959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-perfect-day.html' title='Just a perfect day'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SuWGln7L7KI/AAAAAAAABxI/nbBBvcSoZ8w/s72-c/IMG_3360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2799651029540556887</id><published>2009-10-24T11:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:23:46.520+02:00</updated><title type='text'>zDaJ ?!</title><content type='html'>Nikoli se ni nič zgodilo v preteklosti; vse je zgodilo v sedanjosti.&lt;br /&gt;In nikoli se nič ne bo zgodilo v prihodnosti; vse se bo zgodilo v sedanjosti.&lt;br /&gt;Torej, ne skrbi za jutri, kajti jutrijšnji dan bo imel svojo skrb. Zadosti je dnevu njegova lastna težina.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You cannot find yourself by going into the past. You can find yourself by coming into the present.&lt;br /&gt;The present moment is all you ever have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="TixyyLink" style="border: medium none ; overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eckhart Tolle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2799651029540556887?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2799651029540556887/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2799651029540556887&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2799651029540556887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2799651029540556887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/zdaj.html' title='zDaJ ?!'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-8739802243687213091</id><published>2009-10-22T20:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:24:32.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'>S slabo voljo v precepu</title><content type='html'>Moja alpinistična šola se je začela...in celo uspelo mi je priti na enega od treh predavanj...bravo jaz!&lt;br /&gt;Res super, fotke fenomenalne, vse super, ampak jaz sem zelo slabe volje.&lt;br /&gt;Tudi na prvo skupno turo ne morem....sploh mi ni jasno kako naj to šolo vkomponiram v svoje življenje, službo....&lt;br /&gt;Prvotno navdušenje in entuziazem je ubila časovna zasedenost. Enostavno vem, da bo to ena polovičarska aktivnost. Tega pa ne maram in me jezi, ker nisem tak človek. Če se nečesa lotim, potem je to 100 % ali pa se tega pač ne lotim.&lt;br /&gt;In zdaj res ne vem kaj naj naredim; grem v to in sem le na pol pri stvari s slabo voljo, ker mi ne bo uspelo vsega narediti kot si želim ali naj odložim na prihodnje leto in do takrat spedenam svoje življenje v takšno smer, da si bom lahko to časovno privoščila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porkaduš, jaz hočem plezat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaenkrat imam občutek, da lahko naredim le 2 stvari: sprejmem letošnji kompromis in vzamem vodnička Izleti po Ljubljanski okolici  in 50 zavarovanih plezalnih smeri v roke in pot pod noge ter grem spomladi na šolo plezanja ali pa se vržem trikrat v steno in cepetam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-8739802243687213091?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/8739802243687213091/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=8739802243687213091&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8739802243687213091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8739802243687213091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/s-slabo-voljo-v-precepu.html' title='S slabo voljo v precepu'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6197124112568681129</id><published>2009-10-14T17:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:30:14.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Voda je zakon, pa čeprav iz bazena :)</title><content type='html'>Ko si primoran biti doma, ko ne spiš ali ješ, se počutiš za odtenek bolje kot sicer, takrat imaš čas res samo za sebe, za svoje miselno potovanje kam daleč ali pa le korak stran. To je fino.&lt;br /&gt;S pomočjo slik sem se vrnila v plavalne urice za najmlajše. Mala Vivi je plavalka tudi v mrzlih dneh, seveda s Fredovim obročem, v bazenu. Brez joka in stoka se je množica otrok zabavala v vodi... pa naj mi še kdo reče, da smo nastali iz opice! Ne verjamem, voda je bila v igri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StXsY0C0f1I/AAAAAAAABxA/OEZXR_yg5HU/s1600-h/IMG_3248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StXsY0C0f1I/AAAAAAAABxA/OEZXR_yg5HU/s200/IMG_3248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392476039877525330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StXsYhByvuI/AAAAAAAABw4/erF8aanlS0E/s1600-h/IMG_3340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StXsYhByvuI/AAAAAAAABw4/erF8aanlS0E/s200/IMG_3340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392476034772942562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man has always assumed that he is more intelligent than dolphins because he has achieved so much - the wheel, New York, wars and so on - while all the dolphins had ever done was muck about in the water having a good time. But, conversely, the dolphins had always believed that they were far more intelligent than man - for precisely the same reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Douglas Adams, So Long, and Thanks for the Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6197124112568681129?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6197124112568681129/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6197124112568681129&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6197124112568681129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6197124112568681129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/voda-je-zakon-pa-ceprav-iz-bazena.html' title='Voda je zakon, pa čeprav iz bazena :)'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StXsY0C0f1I/AAAAAAAABxA/OEZXR_yg5HU/s72-c/IMG_3248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3338769871062235603</id><published>2009-10-13T18:40:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:51:30.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Viroza</title><content type='html'>No, zdaj pa imam....ko sem se vendarle že poslovila od morja, pa kar rinem v vodo... Ok, najbrž ni krivo le morje, saj se čudno bolezensko stanje vleče že od prejšnjega tedna. Morda se vleče nekaj let? In ker si na žalost redko vzamem čas za sebe, se je telo odločilo, da ima dost in  da je čas, da se dam malce na off.&lt;br /&gt;Zdaj smo doma kar tri babe: Cookie, jaz in viroza. Teta dohtarca se je odločila, da moram ostat cel teden doma. Pa bom. Mi nič drugega ne preostane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Medicine is the art of entertaining the patient, as the body heals itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voltaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3338769871062235603?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3338769871062235603/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3338769871062235603&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3338769871062235603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3338769871062235603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/viroza.html' title='Viroza'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-4649934454635784175</id><published>2009-10-11T19:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:26:12.442+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moja nedeljska muza</title><content type='html'>Bila sem na morju.&lt;br /&gt;Temperature so bile prav poletne.&lt;br /&gt;Še celo kopala sem se.&lt;br /&gt;Cookie je bila moja muza.&lt;br /&gt;Pa naj še kdo reče, da življenje ni fajn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT3dbPqqI/AAAAAAAABwI/xViYwBBVmUw/s1600-h/IMG_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT3dbPqqI/AAAAAAAABwI/xViYwBBVmUw/s200/IMG_3175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393547428539042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT4cIY3PI/AAAAAAAABwg/f14xh0a79y8/s1600-h/IMG_3222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT4cIY3PI/AAAAAAAABwg/f14xh0a79y8/s200/IMG_3222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393564260883698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIUOzlmoPI/AAAAAAAABww/CwD25z2c_NI/s1600-h/IMG_3235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIUOzlmoPI/AAAAAAAABww/CwD25z2c_NI/s200/IMG_3235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393948514558194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT3pPXlRI/AAAAAAAABwQ/KCjCEQOwqhw/s1600-h/IMG_3207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT3pPXlRI/AAAAAAAABwQ/KCjCEQOwqhw/s200/IMG_3207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393550599951634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT4MEIqMI/AAAAAAAABwY/WmJvCcfOFXM/s1600-h/IMG_3179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT4MEIqMI/AAAAAAAABwY/WmJvCcfOFXM/s200/IMG_3179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393559948077250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT4w-xefI/AAAAAAAABwo/550kAqPGVYY/s1600-h/IMG_3223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT4w-xefI/AAAAAAAABwo/550kAqPGVYY/s200/IMG_3223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391393569857698290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is defined by Death; and Death by Life. Therefore without Life we can never die, but without Death we can never live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D. Clarke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-4649934454635784175?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/4649934454635784175/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=4649934454635784175&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4649934454635784175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4649934454635784175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/moja-nedeljska-muza.html' title='Moja nedeljska muza'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StIT3dbPqqI/AAAAAAAABwI/xViYwBBVmUw/s72-c/IMG_3175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7344123955603534275</id><published>2009-10-10T14:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:57:57.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pa je odšla....</title><content type='html'>Že v petek sem vedela, da se odpravlja na pot, nekaterim znakom se pač ne moreš izogniti, in klic v soboto me sploh ni presenetil...Ampak jaz  sem se poslovila od nje slab mesec nazaj...brez žalosti, kajti njeno življenje na tem svetu sploh ni bilo več življenje.&lt;br /&gt;Verjamem, da ji je v duhovnem svetu lepše, boljše, predvsem pa brez bolečin. Vesela sem, da sva skupaj preživeli trideset let in vem, da me boš spremljala, pa čeprav iz drugega sveta.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StINQOWK8QI/AAAAAAAABwA/AknyaoXSRK4/s1600-h/IMG_3076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StINQOWK8QI/AAAAAAAABwA/AknyaoXSRK4/s200/IMG_3076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391386276296061186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream as if you will live forever, live as if you will die today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Dean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7344123955603534275?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7344123955603534275/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7344123955603534275&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7344123955603534275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7344123955603534275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/pa-je-odsla.html' title='Pa je odšla....'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/StINQOWK8QI/AAAAAAAABwA/AknyaoXSRK4/s72-c/IMG_3076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7277891042583009836</id><published>2009-10-07T12:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:27:18.464+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a nice day</title><content type='html'>Cookie je tako aktivno sodelovala v svojem žuru v nedeljo, da je ob prihodu domov padla na kavč, vse štiri dala od sebe in padla v svoj sanjski svet.&lt;br /&gt;Dogodek je uspel, simpatični štirinožni prijateljčki so se zabavali, mi pa tudi.&lt;br /&gt;Ker me je zavedel topel dan, sem si po dogodku privoščila relaksiranje v ležečem položaju v Tivoliju, zdaj pa me kuha vročina :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsxrGlvUFuI/AAAAAAAABvQ/yKuAbnxd_Os/s1600-h/0N6E4424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsxrGlvUFuI/AAAAAAAABvQ/yKuAbnxd_Os/s200/0N6E4424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389800615009588962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsxrHLm5-QI/AAAAAAAABvY/uUq_8TaBcFM/s1600-h/0N6E4571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsxrHLm5-QI/AAAAAAAABvY/uUq_8TaBcFM/s200/0N6E4571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389800625174870274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsxrIEreiVI/AAAAAAAABvo/c96isVq3YBQ/s1600-h/WAD-Park-Tivoli-4.117.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssxs3lZABPI/AAAAAAAABvw/zWBBK83U0M4/s1600-h/0N6E4600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssxs3lZABPI/AAAAAAAABvw/zWBBK83U0M4/s200/0N6E4600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389802556241216754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsxrIEreiVI/AAAAAAAABvo/c96isVq3YBQ/s1600-h/WAD-Park-Tivoli-4.117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsxrIEreiVI/AAAAAAAABvo/c96isVq3YBQ/s200/WAD-Park-Tivoli-4.117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389800640494864722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The funny thing about Common sense is that it's not very common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7277891042583009836?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7277891042583009836/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7277891042583009836&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7277891042583009836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7277891042583009836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-was-nice-day.html' title='It was a nice day'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsxrGlvUFuI/AAAAAAAABvQ/yKuAbnxd_Os/s72-c/0N6E4424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-9130548757750355919</id><published>2009-10-03T21:25:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:44:44.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off</title><content type='html'>Dan, ko ni nič skrbi, nobene nervoze in hitenja, nobenih telefonov, nič živčnosti, nobenih misli. Takšni dnevi so mi najbolj pri srcu, preprosto na off :)&lt;br /&gt;Čeprav smo praznovali rojstni dan njene mame, je bila Viva vseeno zvezda dneva; pa seveda psi. Ti so tako ali tako vsak dan v ospredju. Jutri še posebej, ko imajo svoj dan- Dan živali.&lt;br /&gt;S Cookie se nama spet obeta dan v naravi, njen zabavno-tekaško obarvan, moj delovne narave. Lahko bi rekla: združitev dela in užitka :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SseoKMJhZXI/AAAAAAAABvI/G4Ci7LSAAxU/s1600-h/IMG_3162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SseoKMJhZXI/AAAAAAAABvI/G4Ci7LSAAxU/s200/IMG_3162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388460372185408882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssen3wGxznI/AAAAAAAABuY/fkVG1uECouM/s1600-h/IMG_3136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssen3wGxznI/AAAAAAAABuY/fkVG1uECouM/s200/IMG_3136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388460055420063346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssen4HbUCoI/AAAAAAAABug/Vx9AQplZ7c0/s1600-h/IMG_3140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssen4HbUCoI/AAAAAAAABug/Vx9AQplZ7c0/s200/IMG_3140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388460061680208514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssen4vUEMFI/AAAAAAAABuo/gbVCNXigcT8/s1600-h/IMG_3146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssen4vUEMFI/AAAAAAAABuo/gbVCNXigcT8/s200/IMG_3146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388460072387227730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssen4yJoaII/AAAAAAAABuw/WX-RxjQ4obo/s1600-h/IMG_3152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Ssen4yJoaII/AAAAAAAABuw/WX-RxjQ4obo/s200/IMG_3152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388460073148770434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SseoJ71-avI/AAAAAAAABvA/i6MoXNgyk4I/s1600-h/IMG_3155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SseoJ71-avI/AAAAAAAABvA/i6MoXNgyk4I/s200/IMG_3155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388460367808457458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace of mind is not the absence of conflict from life, but the ability to cope with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-9130548757750355919?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/9130548757750355919/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=9130548757750355919&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/9130548757750355919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/9130548757750355919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-off.html' title='Day off'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SseoKMJhZXI/AAAAAAAABvI/G4Ci7LSAAxU/s72-c/IMG_3162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7330204659350942254</id><published>2009-10-01T11:24:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:49:54.845+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sproščena delavna okolja</title><content type='html'>Baje imamo takšno okolje pri nas v pisarni. Če pomislim, imam(o) najbrž res srečo, da kljub napornemu in stresnemu delu, nas vseeno v pisarnah pričaka zavidljivo vzdušje :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kratek insert naših delovnih uric se nahaja &lt;a href="http://poptv.si/multimedia/za_dom_in_druzino/sproscena-delovna-okolja-skupina-fm.html" target="_blank"&gt; na tem kliku&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsR5PhOkmrI/AAAAAAAABtw/cs-_zbVo_yY/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsR5PhOkmrI/AAAAAAAABtw/cs-_zbVo_yY/s320/cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387564361766443698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The mind is like a parachute. It doesn't work unless it's open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frank Zappa or Taffee Marchant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7330204659350942254?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7330204659350942254/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7330204659350942254&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7330204659350942254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7330204659350942254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/10/sproscena-delavna-okolja.html' title='Sproščena delavna okolja'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsR5PhOkmrI/AAAAAAAABtw/cs-_zbVo_yY/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-4665715716865223408</id><published>2009-09-30T23:49:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:17:31.858+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I losing it...imagining symptoms?</title><content type='html'>Sedim sredi Ljubljane, na terasi in čvekam. Prijetno občutje, ki se je razlilo v meni, sem pripisala finemu sardinskemu vinčku. Ob trenutku tišine pa jih zaslišim....valove. Za trenutek sem morala prav pomisliti kje za vraga sem, saj se z mojimi miselnimi tokovi nikakor ni skladalo, da slišim morje.&lt;br /&gt;Ne znam pojasniti, a frekvenca avtomobila na cesti je zvenela kot morje, ki se približuje obali. Postanem pozorna in ob vsakem avtomobilu, ki se je nekje v ozadju peljal mimo, sem slišala valove, tik preden butnejo ob obalo.&lt;br /&gt;Hej, pa jaz sem na morju... in usta so se razlezla v nasmeh. No, valove sem slišala samo jaz in nihče drug in dejstvo je, da po 1 dcl vina pač nisem pijana.&lt;br /&gt;Če se mi je zmešalo, nič hudega, zdaj vsaj vem, da lahko slišim morje tudi v Ljubljani. Lastniku terase sem že napovedala, da pridem na obisk večkrat, lahko tudi takrat, ko ga ni doma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is some comfort in the ocean, no past, no future.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last Samurai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-4665715716865223408?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/4665715716865223408/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=4665715716865223408&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4665715716865223408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4665715716865223408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/am-i-losing-itimagining-symptoms.html' title='Am I losing it...imagining symptoms?'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3235967679811520565</id><published>2009-09-29T13:55:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:53:10.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>World Animal Day</title><content type='html'>Moja Cookie ima žur v nedeljo, v Tivoliju od 10:00 do 14:00, čisto samo zanjo in za njene živalske prijatelje, no tudi za človeške :)&lt;br /&gt;Jaz pa imam delovno nedeljo, priprave, da bo vse tipi topi za "moje" živalce. Eden izmed dogodkov, katerega mi je v veselje pripravljati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsH2zZ5epxI/AAAAAAAABto/0doNKpeBgXI/s1600-h/WAD-vabilo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsH2zZ5epxI/AAAAAAAABto/0doNKpeBgXI/s400/WAD-vabilo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386857992297555730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would animal be able speak if you spoke to them normally ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Revalation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3235967679811520565?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3235967679811520565/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3235967679811520565&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3235967679811520565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3235967679811520565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-animal-day.html' title='World Animal Day'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SsH2zZ5epxI/AAAAAAAABto/0doNKpeBgXI/s72-c/WAD-vabilo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6411307255401685659</id><published>2009-09-27T22:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:34:58.232+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Spomini na morje</title><content type='html'>Koledarska jesen se je začela, pa tudi temperature kažejo na to, da je še eno poletje mimo. Kar strese me, ko pomislim na deževno mrzle dni. Ko pride sneg, prinese nekaj veselja, a hkrati komaj čakam na pomlad. Kratke hlače, krilca in majice brez rokavov so že našle svoj prostor na dnu omare, kjer bodo počakale na poletje ali pa morda na kako zimsko potovanje v tople kraje :)&lt;br /&gt;Malce se me je lotila nostalgija, ampak ni panike, tudi v jeseni bom našla kaj lepega, prijetnega in meni zadostnega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_LDTebkiI/AAAAAAAABtY/Klhr6K_Ihfo/s1600-h/IMG_3131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_LDTebkiI/AAAAAAAABtY/Klhr6K_Ihfo/s200/IMG_3131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386246936986358306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_LCuY46AI/AAAAAAAABtI/1-I9WP5rw2M/s1600-h/IMG_3126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_LCuY46AI/AAAAAAAABtI/1-I9WP5rw2M/s200/IMG_3126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386246927031003138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_LDsuFJEI/AAAAAAAABtg/CNObgOv2_LY/s1600-h/IMG_3112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_LDsuFJEI/AAAAAAAABtg/CNObgOv2_LY/s200/IMG_3112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386246943762883650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_LCxpvYfI/AAAAAAAABtQ/QPd-_mKs45A/s1600-h/IMG_3133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_LCxpvYfI/AAAAAAAABtQ/QPd-_mKs45A/s200/IMG_3133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386246927906988530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanessa Carlton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6411307255401685659?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6411307255401685659/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6411307255401685659&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6411307255401685659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6411307255401685659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/spomini-na-morje.html' title='Spomini na morje'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_LDTebkiI/AAAAAAAABtY/Klhr6K_Ihfo/s72-c/IMG_3131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6193217601797275144</id><published>2009-09-25T21:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:35:50.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My american girls</title><content type='html'>Srečanje je bilo kratko, a sladko. Z malčki v parku je zmeraj zabavno...Cookie ne tja, Sara look out...vmes pa hiter pregled kaj se je dogajalo v zadnjih treh letih.... There's so much to say, but so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_HIjpg68I/AAAAAAAABtA/FkC1guQq6Jw/s1600-h/IMG_3110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_HIjpg68I/AAAAAAAABtA/FkC1guQq6Jw/s200/IMG_3110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386242629180648386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_G8swPj8I/AAAAAAAABs4/FpE7WKScxQE/s1600-h/IMG_3107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_G8swPj8I/AAAAAAAABs4/FpE7WKScxQE/s200/IMG_3107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386242425466359746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.&lt;br /&gt;  Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6193217601797275144?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6193217601797275144/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6193217601797275144&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6193217601797275144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6193217601797275144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-american-girls.html' title='My american girls'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sr_HIjpg68I/AAAAAAAABtA/FkC1guQq6Jw/s72-c/IMG_3110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6316218251329298812</id><published>2009-09-24T22:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T22:31:25.170+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Povedala vam bom</title><content type='html'>Povedala vam bom kot je bilo povedano meni....&lt;br /&gt;Hecne situacije se dogajajo, morda zgolj naključja, ampak hej, nič ni naključje. Vse je ment to be. Morda malce nerodni in zoprni občutki, a hkrati le potrditve koliko je zares ura.&lt;br /&gt;Dekle, ti res veš kam gre tvoja pot, greš svojemu cilju naproti? Malce mi je žal, a vsak živi svoje življenje, vsak si izbira svojo pot, svoje dogodke in svojo prihodnost. Naj bo tvoja čim lepša.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The greatest threats towards future: Indifference, intolerance and ignorance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6316218251329298812?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6316218251329298812/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6316218251329298812&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6316218251329298812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6316218251329298812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/povedala-vam-bom.html' title='Povedala vam bom'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5062253619249145158</id><published>2009-09-23T20:34:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:36:59.038+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Misel</title><content type='html'>Danes samo ena misel, ki pravzaprav pove vse.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-respect cannot be hunted. It cannot be purchased. It is never for sale. It comes to us when we are alone, in quiet moments, in quiet places, when we suddenly realize that, knowing the good, we have done it, knowing the beautiful, we have served it; knowing the truth, we have spoken it.&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Griswold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5062253619249145158?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5062253619249145158/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5062253619249145158&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5062253619249145158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5062253619249145158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/misel.html' title='Misel'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2396225311863350125</id><published>2009-09-21T22:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T22:38:07.961+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Traktor</title><content type='html'>Ja, jebemti, kot bi traktor vozil tja in nazaj čez moje telo celo noč...tako nekako se počutim. Ne pomnim več dneva, ko bi se tako počutila kot sem se danes, polna glava kaj vse je potrebno naredit, telo in možgani pa se upirajo, danes ne gre. In cel dan borba kaj ja, kaj lahko ostane za jutri in kaj definitivno ne. Pravzaprav se prav čudim sama sebi, da sem sploh vstala iz postelje....Vikend je bil naporen, iz vseh zornih kotov! In prav je tako.&lt;br /&gt;Nezamenljive popoldanske tri ure so pripomogle k temu, da se lahko zdaj mirno odpravim spat in opravim regeneracijo za jutrijšnji dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At times, life is hard, as hard as crucible steel. It has its bleak and painful moments. Like the ever flowing water of a river, life has its moments of drought and its moments of flood. Like the ever-changin cycle of the seasons, life has the soothing warmth of the summers and the piercing chill of its winters. But through it all, God walks with us. Never forget that God is able to lift you from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope, and transform dark and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of inner peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.:Tega Boga bi jaz sicer zamenjala s čim drugim, ampak ok, let it be, ker se izrekov ne spodobi popravljat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2396225311863350125?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2396225311863350125/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2396225311863350125&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2396225311863350125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2396225311863350125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/traktor.html' title='Traktor'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7212694894553624175</id><published>2009-09-20T19:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:27:52.673+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Delovni vikend</title><content type='html'>Utrujena sem. Prijetno utrujena.&lt;br /&gt;Včeraj dušna telovadba, danes fizična. Čas je že bil, da pospravim vso navlako, ki jo je predragi oče skladiščil v kleti 30 let. V štirih urah mi je uspelo. Še zdaj mi ni jasno koliko brezvezne krame se je nahajalo v tako mali kleti. Da imamo kosovni odvoz v naslednjem tednu in da sem dobila občutek, da se je treba navlake znebit ima najbrž prste zraven retogradni merkur, sicer pa to sploh ni pomembno. Važno je, da lahko rečem mission accomplished in se odpravim na kavč terapijo. V preteklem tednu sem si jo privoščila in ker so bili rezultati odlični, jo danes spet ponovim...mmmm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without order nothing can exist - without chaos nothing can evolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7212694894553624175?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7212694894553624175/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7212694894553624175&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7212694894553624175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7212694894553624175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/delovni-vikend.html' title='Delovni vikend'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3939652290378263350</id><published>2009-09-12T22:27:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:12:51.415+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Day just for myself</title><content type='html'>Kdor čaka, dočaka.....pa sem ga, danes je bil čisto moj.&lt;br /&gt;Včeraj sva si s prijateljem, s katerim se že dolgo nisva videla, imela veliko za povedat, ob dobri steklenici jasno. In ob padcu v posteljo me je malce skrbelo kaj bo naslednji dan.&lt;br /&gt;Ni bilo krize, pravzaprav se je prav prijetno zbuditi in vedeti, da se mi nikamor ne mudi, in glava kljub včerajšnjim steklenicam nič ne boli. Po urici branja sem bila ready za jutranji tek in sončni žarki s ptički na čelu so me pospremili na PST.&lt;br /&gt;In potem spet nazaj v posteljo, s knjigo v roki. Kako je fajn, če se ti nikamor ne mudi!&lt;br /&gt;Dan ne bi bil popoln, če ne bi bilo na programu špinače in doživetja filma The Fountain. Sončni žarki so bili vztrajni, zato je bil čas za obisk moje gozdne oaze. In spet postelja in knjiga.&lt;br /&gt;Za zaključek perfektnega dneva pa uro in pol masaže.... božansko!&lt;br /&gt;Kaj bo jutri ne vem in me ne zanima, kajti danes sem 100% tu in zdaj. In je prijetno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ali veš, da drevesa govorijo? Pogovarjajo se med seboj. Tebi govorijo, če jim prisluhneš....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tatanga Mani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3939652290378263350?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3939652290378263350/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3939652290378263350&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3939652290378263350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3939652290378263350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-just-for-myself.html' title='Day just for myself'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7762171643100095121</id><published>2009-09-11T17:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:20:48.438+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prigode iz bloka</title><content type='html'>Včasih se zgodi tudi kakšna simpatična prigoda...tale gre takole:&lt;br /&gt;K nam se je priselil mlad fantič, ki je očitno ljubitelj živali. Jaz peljem na sprehod Cookie brez vrvice, on pa svojega belega plišastega psička privezanega na vrvico (mama mora najbrž igračo prati nekajkrat na teden, ker ga pač vleče po tleh). Mi je razložil, da njegov kuža še ne uboga tako kot Cookie, zato je na vrvici.&lt;br /&gt;Nekaj dni nazaj je pospremil mene in Cookie do avtomobila in videl, da se moja gospodična prevaža v boxu v prtljažniku. Včeraj smo se srečali na parkirišču in mali je mamo preganjal naj že hitro odpre prtljažnik, da vzame ven svojega kužka.&lt;br /&gt;In skupaj sva, s svojima pasjima prijateljema, odšla po stopnicah, vsak do svojih vrat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pablo Picasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7762171643100095121?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7762171643100095121/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7762171643100095121&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7762171643100095121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7762171643100095121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/prigode-iz-bloka.html' title='Prigode iz bloka'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2090390837117599029</id><published>2009-09-10T10:37:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:32:43.699+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigo otroci</title><content type='html'>Zdaj razumem.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I give thanks for all that is. I know all that happens is for a reason. Everything happens when it is supposed to. I create it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wendy H. Chapman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pa še razlaga:&lt;br /&gt;Indigo otroci so most med tretjo in četrto dimenzijo. Tretja dimenzija je razumska, miselna raven. Četrta dimenzija je bivanjska raven. Tu govorimo o ljubezni in časti in miru in sreči, vendar tega skoraj nikoli ne prakticiramo. V četrti dimenziji bomo to tudi prakticirali. In jasno nam bo, da je vojna nepotrebna in da je podcenjevanje drugih samo vrsta obremenjevanja sebe. Indigo otroci to že vedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indigo otroci so bojevniki, so vodje. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So kot detektorji za laži, zato začutijo vsakega, ki jim laže in tega preprosto ne prenašajo. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indigo otroke lahko opišemo kot odkrite posameznike, ki se jasno zavedajo sebe, so zelo intuitivni, imajo medialne sposobnosti, so pogosto jasnovidni, so neustrašni raziskovalci, z močno voljo, a so hkrati zelo občutljivi. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indigo otroci so jezni, v sebi nosijo bes, na svet, na odrasle, na ljudi, ki izkoriščajo, ki ne naredijo nič, da bi bil svet boljši za vse. To so stare duše z modrostjo v očeh, kar pogosto straši njihove starše. Namesto, da bi starši učili svoje otroke modrosti življenja, so pogosto Indigo otroci tisti, ki učijo svoje starše, kar je v naši družbi težko sprejeti. Vendar ti modreci v telesih otrok še vedno potrebujejo ljubezen in skrb, tako kot vsi ostali otroci, hkrati pa veliko več potrpežljivosti in razumevanja. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indigi niso nalašč težki in trmasti, vendar si želijo, da bi hitreje odrasli. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indigi se zavedajo, da so drugačni od ostalih.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indigo otroci imajo intuicijo odraslih razvito do te mere, da lahko z gotovostjo predvidevajo ali občutijo bodoče dogodke. Predvsem imajo oči, s katerimi lahko raziskujejo človekovo dušo. Nemogoče jim je lagati. Pogosto so nesrečni zaradi tujih manipulacij in laži, zato postajajo pravi izterjevalci pravice in resnice ter pogosto dajejo nasvete, ki temeljijo na medsebojnem razumevanju in sprejemanju. Ker njihova pronicljivost ne dopušča nikakršne manipulacije, so indigo otroci pravi dragulj tega sveta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kako razložiti ali opravičiti dogodek:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ko triletni otrok prvič v življenju vidi starko na ulici in občuti njeno žalost ter bolečino in joče namesto nje?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ali otrok, ki bo bolnemu ali umirajočemu človeku poklonil svojega najbolj priljubljenega zajčka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kako razložiti veliko privrženost in sočutje do vseh ljudi in živali tega sveta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Odkod velika skrb za naravo in okolico?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Odgovor se skriva prav v njih, v indigo otrocih, skozi usta katerih nas njihove besede učijo o tistem višjem, o transcendenci, kar je človek vedno opazoval kot nekaj nedosegljivega, vendar vedno prisotnega, povsod in v nas samih.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Bistvo je očem nevidno", je rekel Mali princ, priljubljeni in skrivnostni književni lik, nedvomno predhodnik današnje indigo generacije, sodeč po vrsti izjemnih in osupljivih izjav, povsem drugačnih od vseh tistih prepričanj in vrednostnega sistema, kakršen je bil v času nastanka znan, priznan in uveljavljen.&lt;br /&gt;Vsi bi morali svet opazovati skozi slikarjeve oči in tako videti nevidno. Z drugimi barvami bi lahko predstavljali notranjost človeške biti in vsega tistega kar prinaša, ljubezen, toplino, sprejemanje, razumevanje za vse ljudi tega sveta. Šele ko bo človek pomirjen z drugimi ljudmi, bo pomirjen tudi sam s seboj. Takrat bi ljudje lahko končno nehali tekmovati v pridobivanju denarja in moči ter bi končno razumeli, da je svet poln bogastva, saj se lepota sveta in njegovo bogastvo skriva prav v različnosti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Morda bosta Zemlja in njeno človeštvo lahko v resnici zaživela šele takrat, ko jo bomo opazovali z očmi otroka in na ta način razumeli, da je vse odvisno od nas samih in da vsak konec ali začetek pravzaprav leži - v nas samih.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Več:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starchild.co.za/what.html" target="_blank"&gt;Who are indigo and crystal children and adults?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://starchildglobal.com/starchild/angel.html" target="_blank"&gt;The Indigo Crystal "Human Angel"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lkm.fri.uni-lj.si/xaigor/slo/povzetki/indigo.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Indigo otroci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sepet-sanj.com/sprostitev/Indigo%20svet.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Indigo svet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viva.si/clanek.asp?arhiv=1&amp;amp;id=1664" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viva.si/clanek.asp?arhiv=1&amp;amp;id=1664" target="_blank"&gt;Fenomen indigo otrok&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2090390837117599029?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2090390837117599029/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2090390837117599029&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2090390837117599029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2090390837117599029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/indigo-otroci.html' title='Indigo otroci'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-1193963614813566208</id><published>2009-09-07T20:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:59:04.206+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just happy</title><content type='html'>Hecn, ampak tale občutek je fenomenalen, skoraj neopisljiv.&lt;br /&gt;Ko to povem še naglas, slišim svoj glas, svoje veselje, pozitivizem...in ja fajn je bit vesel, kar tako, brez razloga, preprosto zato ker sem, tu kjer sem, to kar sem.&lt;br /&gt;Danes kar dve o sreči:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness is to see the world in a grain of sand, and Heaven in a wild flower, to hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in a single hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happiness is like pissing your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel its warmth.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-1193963614813566208?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/1193963614813566208/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=1193963614813566208&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1193963614813566208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1193963614813566208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-happy.html' title='Just happy'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-4468547314480405020</id><published>2009-09-06T17:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:55:42.841+02:00</updated><title type='text'>(Ne)zavidljivih 90</title><content type='html'>Pa jih je dočakala...90.&lt;br /&gt;Zavidljiva starost, a ne vem če je to življenje, ki si ga človek želi. V domu, polovico časa v svojem svetu, demenca je njena sopotnica, brez želja, brez volje in energije. Še mojega imena se komaj spomni....&lt;br /&gt;In danes je bila zbrana vsa družina in praznovala njen bday. Komedija, ko pa ona sploh ni vedela čemu je tam, kaj se pravzaprav dogaja. Odsoten pogled v njenih očeh me je spravljal v žalost in obup, da čimprej pobegnem od tega stran. Težko mi je, ko jo gledam tako nemočno, tako apatično.&lt;br /&gt;Nasmešek na obraz mi je priklical le mali sonček, ki se je pred letom in pol pridružil naši družini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SqPY6yT--FI/AAAAAAAABsY/XhrclA3pjJE/s1600-h/IMG_3078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SqPY6yT--FI/AAAAAAAABsY/XhrclA3pjJE/s200/IMG_3078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378380884460107858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SqPZGyeB5QI/AAAAAAAABso/RPWzjlbuoP8/s1600-h/IMG_3103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SqPZGyeB5QI/AAAAAAAABso/RPWzjlbuoP8/s200/IMG_3103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378381090660672770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The free-thinking of one age is the common sense of the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew Arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-4468547314480405020?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/4468547314480405020/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=4468547314480405020&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4468547314480405020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4468547314480405020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/nezavidljivih-90.html' title='(Ne)zavidljivih 90'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SqPY6yT--FI/AAAAAAAABsY/XhrclA3pjJE/s72-c/IMG_3078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-1667791177891397115</id><published>2009-09-03T14:28:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:13:04.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogodki</title><content type='html'>Ta teden imam premalo časa za sebe, vedno nekaj na programu....včeraj predstava, danes naša izvedba Promenade, jutri Vesolje veselja pa še en rojstni dan, v soboto shoping izlet, nedelja bday babice,....jaz pa rabim mir, tišino in gozd. Res rabim.&lt;br /&gt;No, nič ni narobe s kulturno-umetniško-družabno-službenim izobraževanjem, le ljubše bi mi bilo, da bi se vsi ti dogodki malce razporedili na cel mesec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;William Blake - 1799&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-1667791177891397115?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/1667791177891397115/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=1667791177891397115&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1667791177891397115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1667791177891397115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/dogodki.html' title='Dogodki'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6622468442672340648</id><published>2009-09-02T23:06:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:30:52.545+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mono</title><content type='html'>Vse kar je mono mi že po defaultu ni preveč všeč... dvojina je boljša, lepša, prijetnejša...a hkrati izhaja iz ednine.&lt;br /&gt;Danes sem si ogledala monokomedijo Čefurji Raus in se nasmejala kot že dolgo ne. Karkoli se Sale loti odigrati je odlično in tudi v tej predstavi je dal vse od sebe. Koliko občudovanja vredne energije, smeha in konec koncev resnice. Najbrž mi je tudi tematika blizu, ker sem doma v bližini kraja, kjer domuje glavni igralec. Skratka, kapo dol za odlično predstavo!&lt;br /&gt;Da mono ni tako slabo razumem že nekaj časa in ker velja, da 1+1=2, uradno potrjujem, da je mono zakon :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawshank redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6622468442672340648?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6622468442672340648/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6622468442672340648&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6622468442672340648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6622468442672340648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/monokomedija.html' title='Mono'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2764387858563656416</id><published>2009-09-02T15:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:45:28.230+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fajn komad :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zdi se tak kot nekdo, ki bo moj,&lt;br /&gt;brez besed pove, da je srečen z menoj,&lt;br /&gt;v meni strast prebudi, ko pogleda me v oči,&lt;br /&gt;kot nekdo ki imel me bo rad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;ko sem z njim se sveta ne bojim&lt;br /&gt;pa če prav se zdi da nevarno živim&lt;br /&gt;a verjeti mu smem kar rad dal bo to vem&lt;br /&gt;kot nekdo ki imel me bo rad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;v teh očeh je resnica in v srcu zaupanje,&lt;br /&gt;naenkrat se življenju predam&lt;br /&gt;za menoj so nevihte pred menoj sončen dan&lt;br /&gt;tega jutra nikomur ne dam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2764387858563656416?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2764387858563656416/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2764387858563656416&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2764387858563656416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2764387858563656416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/09/fajn-komad.html' title='Fajn komad :)'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3337175553028113099</id><published>2009-08-31T10:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T10:55:47.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Resnica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resnica nima ure. Zato je zanjo je vedno pravi čas, še najbolj takrat, ko se zdi, da so okoliščine najmanj primerne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Albert Schweitzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Moja resnica je malce v precepu, ali je res čisto prava resnica ali zgolj domišljanje in iluzija. In ker okoliščine res niso primerne, ker je pravi čas in ker notranjemu glasu ne gre ugovarjati, bo držalo, da je resnica res Resnica. But how can I deal with it?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3337175553028113099?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3337175553028113099/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3337175553028113099&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 5'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3337175553028113099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3337175553028113099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/08/resnica.html' title='Resnica'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6032172891499235649</id><published>2009-08-30T21:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:31:07.366+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poletja ni več</title><content type='html'>Eden mojih najljuših letnih časov se je končal... ugotovila, ko me je v majici brez rokavov uspešno zeblo:(.&lt;br /&gt;Bilo je pestro in še vedno vztrajam, da je morje zakon. Moj popotniški duh je prišel do svojega žal le v podaljšanih vikendih, ampak tudi to je nekaj. Dopusta je premalo, jaz pa moram na kako daljše potovanje konec leta. Ena destinacija je sicer padla v vodo, a me ne skrbi, da se ne bo našla nova, morda še boljša, lepša in polna novih dogodivščin, občutkov in misli.&lt;br /&gt;Ampak, ko se zaključi eno poglavje, se začne novo. In jesen bo zame lepa, zanimiva, polna novih preizkušenj in prigod. Če se mi izpolni še ena želja, se morda tudi jesen prekvalificira v najljubši letni čas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To touch someones heart with your hand is a feeling, to feel someones heart without touch is an inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Renae King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6032172891499235649?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6032172891499235649/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6032172891499235649&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6032172891499235649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6032172891499235649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/08/poletja-ni-vec.html' title='Poletja ni več'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2760900535911610019</id><published>2009-08-27T23:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:22:39.090+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Medprostor ali brezčasje</title><content type='html'>Nekdo me je opozoril, da že lep čas nisem nič zapisala...in res je že skoraj mesec naokoli. Preprosto ni bilo časa, energije za pisanje, volje in ne pravega navdiha.&lt;br /&gt;Danes je prišel navdih, dobila sem potrditev sebe, svojega razmišljanja, svojih želja, svojih namer in svet se je malce razjasnil . Od koga? Od sebe.&lt;br /&gt;Jebemti, moj svet se res vrti okoli,  ali še boljše, znotraj mene:), in skrajni čas je že bil, da mi je prebilo, da sem ga začela sprejemati, takšnega kot je. In to je tako pomembno kot dihanje, kot hranjenje in pitje. Brez tega se ne da živeti. Ne da se ne da kvalitetno živeti, brez tega življenja ni. Počasi, z odprtimi "očmi" naprej, naprej in naprej.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mir ni le nasprotje vojni, ni samo čas med dvema vojnama -mir je nekaj več.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mir je zakon človeškega življenja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mir je tedaj, če prav ravnamo in če vlada pravičnost v odnosih med ljudmi in v odnosih med ljudstvi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pregovor - Irokezi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2760900535911610019?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2760900535911610019/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2760900535911610019&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2760900535911610019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2760900535911610019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/08/medprostor-ali-brezcasje.html' title='Medprostor ali brezčasje'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6219136330192879195</id><published>2009-07-30T10:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:15:05.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Morjeeeeee</title><content type='html'>Vsak dan v pričakovanju petka, ko vem, da bom spet šla na morje. Le to me še drži pokonci v tej vročini in betonu! Zahvaljen bodi moj PST in Brunarca, tam so moja drevesa, trava in vsaj 7 stopinj manj kot sredi betonske džungle.&lt;br /&gt;Ta vikend si zasluži podaljšek, saj grem v moj dream house, par metrov stran od morja. Tokrat ne bom pozabila maske, plavutke in badminton loparja.&lt;br /&gt;Če je v moje najvišje dobro in v najvišje dobro vsega življenja potem naj ta dan čimprej mine - sploh ker imam zobarja na programu:(, in naj se zgodi, da bom čimprej v objemu morskih dišav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We cannot direct the wind but we can adjust the sails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6219136330192879195?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6219136330192879195/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6219136330192879195&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6219136330192879195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6219136330192879195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/morjeeeeee.html' title='Morjeeeeee'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2577079026024277005</id><published>2009-07-29T12:38:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T15:20:04.676+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obljuba dela dolg</title><content type='html'>Moj poštni nabiralnik praznim 1x na štirinajst dni, tako da bogsigavedi koliko časa je čakala kuverta z vsebino, ki je na sliki, na odpiranje. Danes je prišel njej čas in priznam, da sem se od srca nasmejala (kar ni kar tako, ker zgodaj zjutraj nisem najboljše volje).&lt;br /&gt;Za svoj dolg jezik je treba plačati in če se tega sama od sebe ne spomnim, dobim takle opomin. In prav je tako, kaj pa otresam in se izrečenih besed ne držim.&lt;br /&gt;Tako, dragi pošiljatelj, čeprav je bilo čakanje dolgo, izberi kakšne vrste hrana ti ustreza: mehiška, francoska, indijska, italijanska, mediteranska, španska...ali domača kuhinja. Le kitajska ne pride v upoštev, ker se mi že ob misli na riž in okolje začne dvigovati.&lt;br /&gt;Skrajni čas, da poplačam svoj dolg, ki se že predolgo vleče.&lt;br /&gt;Nauk te zgodbe: Kdor neumno obljubi, mora obljubo pametno izpolniti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SnAqck2qtKI/AAAAAAAABsQ/QHjS9k2rrFU/s1600-h/IMG_3561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SnAqck2qtKI/AAAAAAAABsQ/QHjS9k2rrFU/s200/IMG_3561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363833826615932066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl6_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;The difficulty in life is the choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div id="Anthem__ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl6_panelQuote__"&gt;&lt;div id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl6_panelQuote" style="display: block;"&gt;George Moore    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2577079026024277005?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2577079026024277005/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2577079026024277005&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2577079026024277005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2577079026024277005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/moj-postni-nabiralnik-praznim-en-krat.html' title='Obljuba dela dolg'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SnAqck2qtKI/AAAAAAAABsQ/QHjS9k2rrFU/s72-c/IMG_3561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2003064890530827954</id><published>2009-07-28T10:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:23:52.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kdo sem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si to, kar je tvoje globoko prepričanje! Kakršno je tvoje prepričanje, takšna je tvoja volja. Kakršna je tvoja volja, takšna so tvoja dejanja. Kakršna so tvoja dejanja, takšna je tvoja usoda !&lt;br /&gt;(Upanishade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2003064890530827954?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2003064890530827954/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2003064890530827954&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2003064890530827954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2003064890530827954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/kdo-sem.html' title='Kdo sem?'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5026466722773995418</id><published>2009-07-27T12:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:17:16.128+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Šotorjenje</title><content type='html'>Po dolgem času spet šotor....malo sem že pozabila na neudobje armafleksa in spalke, na neznosno vročino, ko bi človek rad spal, na zabijanje klinov v kamnita tla... Pa je bilo vseeno lušno, čeprav sem se zaradi vnetja ušesa odpovedala podvodnim radostim. Morje, sonček, plaža, Safari bar, Medulin, junk food in še kaj, so vseeno odtehtali, da lahko rečem, da je vikend bil odličen, da je premanturski konec še vedno simpatičen in da bom tja še šla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sm17dOTZTeI/AAAAAAAABro/ulJdmaWENKY/s1600-h/IMG_2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sm17dOTZTeI/AAAAAAAABro/ulJdmaWENKY/s200/IMG_2991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363078473253998050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sm17dfFpp4I/AAAAAAAABrw/eoxODiChiPs/s1600-h/IMG_2993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sm17dfFpp4I/AAAAAAAABrw/eoxODiChiPs/s200/IMG_2993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363078477759752066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sm17dd72D3I/AAAAAAAABr4/IWfaQjRTivw/s1600-h/IMG_2996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sm17dd72D3I/AAAAAAAABr4/IWfaQjRTivw/s200/IMG_2996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363078477450186610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sm17dk6vNTI/AAAAAAAABsA/7kRzH8Qbxpo/s1600-h/IMG_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sm17dk6vNTI/AAAAAAAABsA/7kRzH8Qbxpo/s200/IMG_3008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363078479324591410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl13_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Have the courage to live. Anyone can die.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Cody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5026466722773995418?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5026466722773995418/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5026466722773995418&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5026466722773995418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5026466722773995418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/sotorjenje.html' title='Šotorjenje'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sm17dOTZTeI/AAAAAAAABro/ulJdmaWENKY/s72-c/IMG_2991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2072819921950837601</id><published>2009-07-22T12:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:09:09.191+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Šele...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmbvHzjdRDI/AAAAAAAABrg/AUA5uas5elg/s1600-h/56501701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmbvHzjdRDI/AAAAAAAABrg/AUA5uas5elg/s400/56501701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361235323808203826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Šele ko bo posekano poslednje drevo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Šele ko bo zastrupljena poslednja reka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Šele ko bo ujeta poslednja riba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Šele potem boste ugotovili, da denarja ni moč jesti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prerokba Indijancev Cree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2072819921950837601?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2072819921950837601/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2072819921950837601&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 3'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2072819921950837601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2072819921950837601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/sele.html' title='Šele...'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmbvHzjdRDI/AAAAAAAABrg/AUA5uas5elg/s72-c/56501701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7379765932943236289</id><published>2009-07-21T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:44:54.872+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Neokusen in poceni film</title><content type='html'>No, kaj takega pa še ne. Filmi, ki si jih ogledam po svojem izboru v kinu, so ponavadi zanič, a včerajšnji ogled filma Bruno je bil višek v moji dopustnosti. Prisežem, da ne bom več izbirala filmov za ogled v kinu. Se prepuščam izbiri mojih sogledalcev.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Razočaranje leta in komedija, ki na najbolj poceni način obrača najbolj poceni gejevske štose.&lt;/em&gt;", citiram in se močno strinjam. Pravzaprav sem brez besed, kajti tako neokusnega, poceni, nesmešnega in celo žaljivega za človeško raso še nisem videla in upam, da nikoli več ne bom. Sramota! Boratu ne seže niti do mezinca leve noge. Vsako nadaljne razglabljanje o tem filmu je izguba časa, zato s tem končujem tale sestavek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl10_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Never underestamate the power of stupid people in large groups.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessica Parcells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7379765932943236289?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7379765932943236289/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7379765932943236289&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7379765932943236289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7379765932943236289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/neokusen-in-poceni-film.html' title='Neokusen in poceni film'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2884234450438360946</id><published>2009-07-20T20:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:14:46.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaj bi jaz brez morja?</title><content type='html'>Včasih se prav čudim moji obsedenosti z morjem. Do nobene jase, gozda, hriba ne čutim takšne sinergije, kot z morjem- pa ni važno ali je jadransko, črno, rdeče ali pa so takšni in drugačni oceani. Samo, da je slano, pa šteje :)&lt;br /&gt;Ta vikend sem obiskala Krk in njegovo modro bogastvo. Uživali smo vsi, še celo Vivi, ki je prvič izkusila slanost :). Sicer pa kaj je lepšega kot možgani na off, knjiga v roki, ležalnik, sonček in morje. Po napornem dogajanju v Kopru je par dni na tak način prav balzam za dušo. Še na lift se mi ni dalo it, sicer je temu botrovala nategnjena mišica v hrbtnem delu, a tudi sicer nisem bila razpoložena za športanje. Če si vzamem par dni na off nič ne škoduje, tudi moj EMŠO se strinja s tem :).&lt;br /&gt;Ker pa je vsega lepega pre-hitro konec, bom  za vikend spet na morju, no pod morjem...zakaj pa ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVoj3eijTI/AAAAAAAABqY/-5Ja_YhxUSg/s1600-h/IMG_2832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVoj3eijTI/AAAAAAAABqY/-5Ja_YhxUSg/s200/IMG_2832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805896851197234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVpePrWhII/AAAAAAAABrY/sLyhKOdSU0U/s1600-h/IMG_2816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVpePrWhII/AAAAAAAABrY/sLyhKOdSU0U/s200/IMG_2816.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360806899779798146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVokKoI-RI/AAAAAAAABqg/s-5IWnR5U7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVokKoI-RI/AAAAAAAABqg/s-5IWnR5U7Q/s200/IMG_2878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805901991737618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVoklkpdgI/AAAAAAAABqw/6uaCTV7Cj6w/s1600-h/IMG_2900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVoklkpdgI/AAAAAAAABqw/6uaCTV7Cj6w/s200/IMG_2900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805909224846850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVokSsWPhI/AAAAAAAABqo/kt6sDNaUe0E/s1600-h/IMG_2893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVokSsWPhI/AAAAAAAABqo/kt6sDNaUe0E/s200/IMG_2893.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805904156868114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVokx-9f2I/AAAAAAAABq4/JnuSd-_V2RA/s1600-h/IMG_2916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVokx-9f2I/AAAAAAAABq4/JnuSd-_V2RA/s200/IMG_2916.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360805912556437346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVpARB5OII/AAAAAAAABrA/gXETlqboPoQ/s1600-h/IMG_2844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVpARB5OII/AAAAAAAABrA/gXETlqboPoQ/s200/IMG_2844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360806384746707074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVpAjcMEZI/AAAAAAAABrQ/EjoXtxJDGmQ/s1600-h/IMG_2941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVpAjcMEZI/AAAAAAAABrQ/EjoXtxJDGmQ/s200/IMG_2941.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360806389688832402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div id="Anthem__ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl14_panelQuote__"&gt;&lt;div id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl14_panelQuote" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span class="dotcage"&gt;&lt;span id="dot"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl14_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xenocrates&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2884234450438360946?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2884234450438360946/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2884234450438360946&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2884234450438360946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2884234450438360946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/kaj-bi-jaz-brez-morja.html' title='Kaj bi jaz brez morja?'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SmVoj3eijTI/AAAAAAAABqY/-5Ja_YhxUSg/s72-c/IMG_2832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6346990405338843551</id><published>2009-07-15T10:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:04:50.555+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrior of light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The warrior of light projects his thoughts beyond  the horizon. He knows that if he does not do anything for the world, no one else  will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paulo  Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6346990405338843551?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6346990405338843551/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6346990405338843551&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6346990405338843551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6346990405338843551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/warrior-of-light.html' title='Warrior of light'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-8403952863065373443</id><published>2009-07-14T16:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:35:15.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Z zadnjimi močmi</title><content type='html'>Ko ima hudič mlade, jih ima veliko... Ker je pošastka fasala bolniško, sem jo tudi jaz, le da sem jo preživela službeno, z nič spanja, z antibiotiki in ketonali, na obali, od jutra do sutra vsak atom energije za DiscoNautico.&lt;br /&gt;In je šla mimo ....četrta izvedba osrednjega glasbeno-ustvarjalnega srečanja na severnem Jadranu je  spet postregla z obiljem presežkov. Letos se je prireditev odvijala v devetih  arenah, v katerih se je predstavilo preko 70 didžejev in še kup drugih  kreativcev iz desetih držav.&lt;br /&gt;Smo preživeli, posledice je videti in čutiti le v podočnjakih in hripavem glasu, sicer pa velja splošno zadovoljstvo za odlično speljan projekt.&lt;br /&gt;A moje muke še zdaleč niso končane...namesto da bi si vzela dneve malo bolj na easy, se ubadam z rešitvijo problema, ki mi je zagrenil cel prejšnji teden. Modrostni zobje- in to vsi štirje morajo ven, pod taktirko oz. nožem kirurga. Aaaaaa....najbolje če vzamem kar mesec dni bolniške, se odpovem morju, wake-anju in brezdelju ter na obroke umiram v bolečinah v ljubljanskem betonu!&lt;br /&gt;Pa se ne dam in upam na čudeže, dokler mi upanja čez eno uro ne bo ubil moj zobar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SlyWYql5zXI/AAAAAAAABpw/VFYXkGoLft0/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SlyWYql5zXI/AAAAAAAABpw/VFYXkGoLft0/s200/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358323007158340978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SlyWgQKkCrI/AAAAAAAABqQ/JRwictH4Pow/s1600-h/IMG_4443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SlyWgQKkCrI/AAAAAAAABqQ/JRwictH4Pow/s200/IMG_4443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358323137503300274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SlyWY4YZWAI/AAAAAAAABp4/XDBcGJGsK8s/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SlyWZU6DCNI/AAAAAAAABqI/RQ84k7cUVug/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SlyWZU6DCNI/AAAAAAAABqI/RQ84k7cUVug/s200/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358323018517121234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl6_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Without order nothing can exist - without chaos nothing can evolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-8403952863065373443?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/8403952863065373443/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=8403952863065373443&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8403952863065373443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8403952863065373443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/z-zadnjimi-mocmi.html' title='Z zadnjimi močmi'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SlyWYql5zXI/AAAAAAAABpw/VFYXkGoLft0/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6942405867740284753</id><published>2009-07-02T15:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:46:34.584+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I feel like this:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sky46soLP7I/AAAAAAAABpg/cKAEwREkuBI/s1600-h/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sky46soLP7I/AAAAAAAABpg/cKAEwREkuBI/s320/IMG_0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353857375588270002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl3_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;The easiest person to fool is yourself.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aubrey Charasz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6942405867740284753?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6942405867740284753/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6942405867740284753&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6942405867740284753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6942405867740284753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-feel-like-this.html' title='Today I feel like this:'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sky46soLP7I/AAAAAAAABpg/cKAEwREkuBI/s72-c/IMG_0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6255470395839367630</id><published>2009-06-30T12:10:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:46:04.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uvertura v morje</title><content type='html'>Bil je že skrajni čas, da se začne poletno vreme- brez dežja in temperatur pod 20 stopinj. In ker to ni bilo mogoče doživeti doma, je bilo potrebno iti malo bolj južno, v Istro.&lt;br /&gt;Tam pa čisto druga pesem: škržati, sonček, kamp, psi, žar, ribice, čoln, vesela družba, morje... Cookie je bila v svojem filmu, sploh na Ceji, ko je po otoku lovila zajčke, skozi grmovje in trnje. Takšne aktivnosti se ne končajo dobro, zato je zdaj na bolniški, z antibiotiki, saj si je močno poškodovala učko in držimo pesti, da se bo vse skupaj dobro končalo. Jaz pa sem se naučila kako jemati trnje iz oči, hm....nikoli ne veš zakaj se je bilo dobro to naučiti...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Skno4RoKKnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/8IuT2DWFOrI/s1600-h/premantura+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Skno4RoKKnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/8IuT2DWFOrI/s200/premantura+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353065685608704626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Skno4g-ZJHI/AAAAAAAABoY/jKhZcR1XV3o/s1600-h/premantura+35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Skno4g-ZJHI/AAAAAAAABoY/jKhZcR1XV3o/s200/premantura+35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353065689728492658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Skno44R9ECI/AAAAAAAABog/hAdsGG_GAPs/s1600-h/premantura+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SknsCxexCPI/AAAAAAAABpY/tZK-O8iQgD0/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353069164492818674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl3_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Never forget that only dead fish swim with the stream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malcolm Muggeridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SknpXIH1GQI/AAAAAAAABow/VHloWeiOOOs/s1600-h/premantura+46.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6255470395839367630?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6255470395839367630/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6255470395839367630&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 4'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6255470395839367630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6255470395839367630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/06/uvertura-v-morje.html' title='Uvertura v morje'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Skno4RoKKnI/AAAAAAAABoQ/8IuT2DWFOrI/s72-c/premantura+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-700165359095290305</id><published>2009-06-14T17:23:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:27:54.887+02:00</updated><title type='text'>F 4 F</title><content type='html'>Danes je bila na sporedu Dogfrisbee 4 fun tekma in v čast Cookie-jini obsedenosti s frizbiji sva šli pogledat kako nama gre. Cookie absolutno fantastična in vredna pohvale, jaz pa...no comment, rabim trening in enega fino potrpežljivega učitelja. Ko sem videla kaj vse ljudje znajo, me je bilo sram, ker je moj rekord meta komaj 20 m, pa še to najbrž zaradi sreče....jao :)&lt;br /&gt;Ker pa je bila tekma for fun, ni bilo hudega, le pošastka bi si zaslužila kak pokal ampak bo ostala brez, ker lastnica nima pojma :)  Jo pa imam rada, kar pa tudi nekaj šteje, a ne Cookie? :) Obljubim, da se bom naučila, če se bo kdo hotel z menoj ukvarjat, da boš še bolj uživala v najinih frisbee sprehodih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ7g5fEWI/AAAAAAAABmk/8wwygJloAhc/s1600-h/IMG_2538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ7g5fEWI/AAAAAAAABmk/8wwygJloAhc/s200/IMG_2538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347208642806354274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ7_nCWEI/AAAAAAAABms/3YiMmRpqOnw/s1600-h/IMG_2546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ7_nCWEI/AAAAAAAABms/3YiMmRpqOnw/s200/IMG_2546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347208651050473538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ8B5vDWI/AAAAAAAABm0/ccBCU05CaVg/s1600-h/IMG_2550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ8B5vDWI/AAAAAAAABm0/ccBCU05CaVg/s200/IMG_2550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347208651665771874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ8IocmmI/AAAAAAAABm8/xnci9Z9e-yo/s1600-h/IMG_2551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ8IocmmI/AAAAAAAABm8/xnci9Z9e-yo/s200/IMG_2551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347208653472307810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUazkUbg_I/AAAAAAAABnE/yOkp-7n5VlU/s1600-h/IMG_2562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUazkUbg_I/AAAAAAAABnE/yOkp-7n5VlU/s200/IMG_2562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347209605797348338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUa0g44NEI/AAAAAAAABnk/B5vcx1rlHiM/s1600-h/IMG_2571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUa0g44NEI/AAAAAAAABnk/B5vcx1rlHiM/s200/IMG_2571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347209622056350786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ7hkpqJI/AAAAAAAABmc/stx-sDY0yOY/s1600-h/IMG_2522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ7hkpqJI/AAAAAAAABmc/stx-sDY0yOY/s200/IMG_2522.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347208642987403410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUa0RxHcGI/AAAAAAAABnc/P73TJWtKXhI/s1600-h/IMG_2578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUa0RxHcGI/AAAAAAAABnc/P73TJWtKXhI/s200/IMG_2578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347209617997262946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUaz_IXcPI/AAAAAAAABnM/pReNOAFpCoE/s1600-h/IMG_2567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUaz_IXcPI/AAAAAAAABnM/pReNOAFpCoE/s200/IMG_2567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347209612994506994" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUdPfrG3xI/AAAAAAAABns/vQ8e-aIEECE/s1600-h/IMG_2564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUdPfrG3xI/AAAAAAAABns/vQ8e-aIEECE/s200/IMG_2564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347212284609879826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl15_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;The fact that I love so much receiving so little leads me to three logical conclusión... I'm abnormal, I was born out of my time and place, and I'm a member of the wrong species... I should have been a dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rafael Alvarado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-700165359095290305?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/700165359095290305/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=700165359095290305&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/700165359095290305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/700165359095290305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/06/f-4-f.html' title='F 4 F'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjUZ7g5fEWI/AAAAAAAABmk/8wwygJloAhc/s72-c/IMG_2538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-9086826681684115599</id><published>2009-06-13T20:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:43:04.077+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Malce kičast Bled in zajebana vročina v Tivoliju</title><content type='html'>Danes je bil odličen dan za odklopit možgane blizu vode, pa smo šli na Bled. Še preden smo se odpravili na pot okoli jezera, se je Cookie skregala z labodom in ni veliko manjkalo pa bi odnesla ta kratko. Pitstop s kavico, metanje palice v vodo, lovljenje frizbija, kičast fotosession, "globoki" pogovori ...na koncu pa še pizza kebab. Nice and easy:)&lt;br /&gt;Ker pa se dela ne morem znebiti tudi v soboto, sem odšla še na Lunin festival, kjer je naša ekipa zabavala najmlajše in njihove starše. Vse lepo in prav, če ne bi bilo tako vročeeeeee. Zdaj pa s Cookie leživa na kavču in nisem prepričana katera je bolj utrujena...najbrž Cookie ker pridno spi, jaz pa se še kar trudim s tipkanjem....nič več!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPonWLOmxI/AAAAAAAABjs/Z-GHILzBoKg/s1600-h/IMG_2404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPonWLOmxI/AAAAAAAABjs/Z-GHILzBoKg/s200/IMG_2404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346872945284127506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPonufnBYI/AAAAAAAABj0/yrvySxBqFG8/s1600-h/IMG_2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPonufnBYI/AAAAAAAABj0/yrvySxBqFG8/s200/IMG_2423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346872951812064642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPonocRfiI/AAAAAAAABj8/pntG0579qMU/s1600-h/IMG_2433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl1_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;The more patience you have with life, the more likely it is to run with you than over you.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charles Spencer Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPpcsOzbMI/AAAAAAAABks/FIthwbG2fXY/s1600-h/IMG_2468.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-9086826681684115599?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/9086826681684115599/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=9086826681684115599&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/9086826681684115599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/9086826681684115599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/06/malce-kicast-bled-in-zajebana-vrocina-v.html' title='Malce kičast Bled in zajebana vročina v Tivoliju'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPonWLOmxI/AAAAAAAABjs/Z-GHILzBoKg/s72-c/IMG_2404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-8616063917792214329</id><published>2009-06-12T19:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:27:54.664+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Malu tu, malo tam</title><content type='html'>Mesec je že mimo od mojega dopusta, jaz pa kar ne najdem nekaj časa za sebe, kaj šele, da bi kaj pametnega zapisala. Dolgčas mi ni, ker je službenih projektov in prigod ogromno in za moj okus oz. moje možgane malce preveč in adrenalin ne popusti tudi v t.i. prostem času. Tako pohajam po koncertih in klubih, s cookie trenirava frizbi- jaz met, ona lovljenje:) in agility, socializiram čivavico... zvečer pa padem v posteljo in v trenutku zaspim. No, saj ni kaj za pritoževat se, ampak potrebno bo spraviti tale adrenalin v meje normale, drugače me bo enkrat kap.&lt;br /&gt;Do DiscoNautice je še slab mesec umirjene službene scene in priprav, kar je čisto dovolj za polnjenje baterij- kajti tam jih potrebujem 100% napolnjene, ker novih ne znam vstavit :). Torej, ta mesec bolj v easy, prav?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPsRptklOI/AAAAAAAABl8/o0mhzUIHBJs/s1600-h/07062009279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPsRptklOI/AAAAAAAABl8/o0mhzUIHBJs/s200/07062009279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346876970617836770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPsRaGxP6I/AAAAAAAABl0/Im1S_sRvZjw/s1600-h/KILLERS_7.jpg_2044389524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPsRaGxP6I/AAAAAAAABl0/Im1S_sRvZjw/s200/KILLERS_7.jpg_2044389524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346876966428557218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPqvZBh8GI/AAAAAAAABlU/oQ4kTOt1IEU/s1600-h/xfighters019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPqvZBh8GI/AAAAAAAABlU/oQ4kTOt1IEU/s200/xfighters019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346875282510966882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPsQmwwLHI/AAAAAAAABlc/LGXLvyGMy4w/s1600-h/AJB_7687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPsQmwwLHI/AAAAAAAABlc/LGXLvyGMy4w/s200/AJB_7687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346876952646003826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPsRFfTy-I/AAAAAAAABls/a0l11yoncyc/s1600-h/10062009_004_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPsRFfTy-I/AAAAAAAABls/a0l11yoncyc/s200/10062009_004_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346876960894340066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPuSm81e5I/AAAAAAAABmE/R4T1N9FlOgM/s1600-h/4311_1089199464382_1058332850_30207943_1500892_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPuSm81e5I/AAAAAAAABmE/R4T1N9FlOgM/s200/4311_1089199464382_1058332850_30207943_1500892_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346879186079677330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, and then throw it in the face of the person who gave you the lemons until they give you the oranges you originally asked for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cassandra Clare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_NewestQuotes1_lblMessage"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-8616063917792214329?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/8616063917792214329/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=8616063917792214329&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8616063917792214329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8616063917792214329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/06/malu-tu-malo-tam.html' title='Malu tu, malo tam'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SjPsRptklOI/AAAAAAAABl8/o0mhzUIHBJs/s72-c/07062009279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-167701562453011872</id><published>2009-05-26T14:10:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:17:41.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobrota je sirota</title><content type='html'>Organizirat športen dogodek za službene kolege sploh ni tako enostavno kot se zdi, pa čeprav delam v event managementu.... najbrž si zato dovolijo pisat takšne odgovore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;sunce  ti žarko kje si našla uro 9.00?! to pomeni, da morem vstat ob 6.00, se pol ure  sekirat, spit l-carnitin, gonit 20 minut orbitrek, ležat 10 minut na tleh in  upat, da me ne bo feršlok, spustit dihurja iz kletke, it na skret (dolžina je  odvisna od zanimivosti cajtenga, ki ga nesem s sabo), pod tuš, leče noter dat  (če se mi bojo oči do takrat odleple), nardit zajtrk, pojest omega3 kapsulo in  pol tablete vitaminov, pojest kosmiče, umit zobe, dat dihurja nazaj v kletko in  it v avto. to je čist preveč dejavnosti za sobotno dopoldne sploh z ozirom na  to, da si bom v petek verjetno ene par pirov v glavo  zatlaču.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;glasujem  za hydrospeed. ako ne bo dovoljšnjega vodostaja, potem canyoning, nikakor pa ne  za  »dejmo-veslat-po-mirni-vodi-in-v-miru-gledat-naravo-kot-debeli-nemški-turisti-rafting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;piknik  in paintball. predlagam da najprej izvedemo paintball in potem pitnik, ker sicer  obstaja možnost, da ne bomo nič zadeli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vsekakor  skupen prevoz, pod pogojem da voznik ni gombač&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spanje:  da, ako bo dovolj primernih kandidatov/pivskih bratcev/pohotnih, voljnih deklet.  zna tud bit, da bom neprostovoljno zaspal kar v nedrjih matere narave, ampak  tist se pol ne šteje kot »uradno« spanje&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl2_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Any activity becomes creative when the doer cares about doing it right, or doing it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-167701562453011872?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/167701562453011872/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=167701562453011872&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/167701562453011872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/167701562453011872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/05/dobrota-je-sirota.html' title='Dobrota je sirota'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7234869201772607695</id><published>2009-05-25T11:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:51:12.365+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the best choice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShpoYvPb3MI/AAAAAAAABjk/nOvZdm51o0s/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShpoYvPb3MI/AAAAAAAABjk/nOvZdm51o0s/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339695082408500418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7234869201772607695?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7234869201772607695/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7234869201772607695&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7234869201772607695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7234869201772607695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-best-choice.html' title='What is the best choice?'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShpoYvPb3MI/AAAAAAAABjk/nOvZdm51o0s/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-1525996491919302768</id><published>2009-05-22T09:06:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:08:57.838+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ko mačke ni doma....</title><content type='html'>Kaj počne Cookie, ko sem jaz na dopustu, je vidno iz priloženih fotk :) Prav nič ji ne manjka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRnZyvgoI/AAAAAAAABi8/QB4fykEnf2k/s1600-h/IMG_9410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRnZyvgoI/AAAAAAAABi8/QB4fykEnf2k/s200/IMG_9410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338544145674764930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRntVngtI/AAAAAAAABjE/a694HHsCJGU/s1600-h/IMG_9596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRntVngtI/AAAAAAAABjE/a694HHsCJGU/s200/IMG_9596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338544150921315026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRnsgIsbI/AAAAAAAABjM/fQaEot3ERZg/s1600-h/IMG_9633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRnsgIsbI/AAAAAAAABjM/fQaEot3ERZg/s200/IMG_9633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338544150696997298" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRnkZHq0I/AAAAAAAABjU/PeDo2SnVWKc/s1600-h/IMG_9642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRnkZHq0I/AAAAAAAABjU/PeDo2SnVWKc/s200/IMG_9642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338544148520086338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The next big thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is the one that makes the last big thing usable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blake Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRnsgIsbI/AAAAAAAABjM/fQaEot3ERZg/s1600-h/IMG_9633.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-1525996491919302768?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/1525996491919302768/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=1525996491919302768&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1525996491919302768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/1525996491919302768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/05/ko-macke-ni-doma.html' title='Ko mačke ni doma....'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShZRnZyvgoI/AAAAAAAABi8/QB4fykEnf2k/s72-c/IMG_9410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-8593214200453949502</id><published>2009-05-18T12:34:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:04:04.364+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deloven pes</title><content type='html'>Cookie je deloven pes, morda ne čisto tako kot velja v pasji klasifikaciji, a si po treh letih službovanja definitivno zasluži takšen naziv.&lt;br /&gt;Ne samo da hodi vsak dan v službo, dela tudi kontroling na dogodkih. Spodnje slike so priča moji trditvi :)&lt;br /&gt;Cookie rulz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9lyF75bI/AAAAAAAABhs/cXLcoSHDYq8/s1600-h/Orto+Dance+Celje+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9lyF75bI/AAAAAAAABhs/cXLcoSHDYq8/s200/Orto+Dance+Celje+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337114752721872306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9mGVN60I/AAAAAAAABiE/Mumyapw-rx4/s1600-h/Orto+Dance+Celje+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9mGVN60I/AAAAAAAABiE/Mumyapw-rx4/s200/Orto+Dance+Celje+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337114758154677058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9mbTlNaI/AAAAAAAABiM/uv8jT3AcKzU/s1600-h/Orto+Dance+Celje+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9mbTlNaI/AAAAAAAABiM/uv8jT3AcKzU/s200/Orto+Dance+Celje+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337114763784959394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9pW8f14I/AAAAAAAABiU/iHiEFsR_--0/s1600-h/Orto+Dance+Celje+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9pW8f14I/AAAAAAAABiU/iHiEFsR_--0/s200/Orto+Dance+Celje+119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337114814154004354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9mCUfPrI/AAAAAAAABh0/sNU4A9ULO_k/s1600-h/Orto+Dance+Celje+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9mCUfPrI/AAAAAAAABh0/sNU4A9ULO_k/s200/Orto+Dance+Celje+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337114757077876402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9mFEjFcI/AAAAAAAABh8/wiAqqbI_Xzs/s1600-h/Orto+Dance+Celje+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9mFEjFcI/AAAAAAAABh8/wiAqqbI_Xzs/s200/Orto+Dance+Celje+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337114757816325570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div id="Anthem__ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl8_panelQuote__"&gt;&lt;div id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl8_panelQuote" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span class="dotcage"&gt;&lt;span id="dot"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl8_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Lord help me to be the person my dog thinks I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumper sticker&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-8593214200453949502?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/8593214200453949502/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=8593214200453949502&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8593214200453949502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8593214200453949502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/05/delovni-pes.html' title='Deloven pes'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ShE9lyF75bI/AAAAAAAABhs/cXLcoSHDYq8/s72-c/Orto+Dance+Celje+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6823725098741307871</id><published>2009-05-17T09:11:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:54:24.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan za dnem</title><content type='html'>Kar naprej v pogonu, da se ne morem ustavit in zbrat misli....Dan elektronike, Orto dance box v Kranju in Celju, vmes pa še tek, agility, trebušne plesalke, Vivi in obiski od Celja do Ljubljane. Kadar pa imam dan frej, namesto počitka opravim generalno čiščenje stanovanja. Nikakor pa mi ne uspe razmisliti in spisati enega potopisnega sestavka o maroških doživetjih, morda bom v feelingu po četrtku, ko se srečamo s sopopotniki:)&lt;br /&gt;Takole potekajo moji dnevi, če hočem ali nočem, delček misli pa je namenjen dogajanju na hrvaškem, malo jim zavidam in vem, da bi bilo zame najbolje, če bi bila tam, a žal zaradi spleta okoliščin to ni bilo izvedljivo:(&lt;br /&gt;Danes bo dan na easy, posvečen le meni in Cookie, vmes pa se bo našel čas tudi za enega lupčka Vivici:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sg_AqHUlx7I/AAAAAAAABgs/iZ13p_wQ72Q/s1600-h/n1438605646_369303_3351267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sg_AqHUlx7I/AAAAAAAABgs/iZ13p_wQ72Q/s200/n1438605646_369303_3351267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336695913209776050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sg_AqRdFBvI/AAAAAAAABg0/qoBx4Ac5noA/s1600-h/4448_1132621042570_1438605646_369304_4628396_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sg_AqRdFBvI/AAAAAAAABg0/qoBx4Ac5noA/s200/4448_1132621042570_1438605646_369304_4628396_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336695915929732850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl3_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;How can you come to know yourself? Never by thinking, always by doing. Try to do your duty, and you'll know right away what you amount to. And what is your duty? Whatever the day calls for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl3_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6823725098741307871?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6823725098741307871/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6823725098741307871&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6823725098741307871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6823725098741307871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/05/dan-za-dnem.html' title='Dan za dnem'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sg_AqHUlx7I/AAAAAAAABgs/iZ13p_wQ72Q/s72-c/n1438605646_369303_3351267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7948841945103766099</id><published>2009-05-12T22:45:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T08:39:16.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolax max in Morocco</title><content type='html'>Še vedno je prezgodaj za kakšen čustven izliv o obisku dežele, mi pa suhoparni opisi, alineje in plani ne delajo težav- I wonder why? :), zato dnevni plan mojega obiska druge celine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. dan: Ljubljana- Milano- Fes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. dan: Fes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3.dan: Fes- Volubilis -Moulay Idriss- Meknes- Fes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. dan: Fes -Ifram - Rissani - Erg Chebbi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5. dan: Erg Chebbi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6. dan: Rissani - Todra&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7. dan: Todra - Quarzazate - Ait Benhadou&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8. dan: Ait Benhadou&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9. dan: Ait Benhadou - Tizi n Tichka - Sidirahal - Demnate - Ouzoud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10. dan: Ouzoud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11. dan: Ouzoud- Marrakech&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12. dan: Marrakech&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13. dan: Marrakech&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14. dan: Marrakech - Essaouira&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15.dan: Essaouira&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16.dan: Essaouira - Marrakech - London&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17.dan: London - Celovec -Ljubljana&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SgnldUBFvlI/AAAAAAAABgc/lYcbjsvGe54/s1600-h/maroko-%28176%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SgnldUBFvlI/AAAAAAAABgc/lYcbjsvGe54/s200/maroko-%28176%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335047525349310034" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SgnnW6HdFUI/AAAAAAAABgk/IdkkNBrF1u4/s1600-h/Morocco_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SgnnW6HdFUI/AAAAAAAABgk/IdkkNBrF1u4/s200/Morocco_map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335049614340724034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SgnldUBFvlI/AAAAAAAABgc/lYcbjsvGe54/s1600-h/maroko-%28176%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div id="Anthem__ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl18_panelQuote__"&gt;&lt;div id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl18_panelQuote" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl18_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Real connections cannot be broken by time or space.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan of Arcadia&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7948841945103766099?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7948841945103766099/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7948841945103766099&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7948841945103766099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7948841945103766099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/05/rolax-max-in-morocco.html' title='Rolax max in Morocco'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SgnldUBFvlI/AAAAAAAABgc/lYcbjsvGe54/s72-c/maroko-%28176%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5750572116011975749</id><published>2009-05-11T20:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:55:36.369+02:00</updated><title type='text'>V deželi berber whiskey-ja</title><content type='html'>Dežela berberskega whiskey-ja me je pozitivno presenetila. Pokrajina, hrana, rolax max so bili vrhunski, ljudje pa...tipični arabci, a ko se jih enkrat privadiš, ne slišiš več njihovih komentarjev... 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width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SghqqqzC0II/AAAAAAAABeE/-0Ajhgh0qOE/s200/maroko-%28297%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334631039895785602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sghq_yK9fQI/AAAAAAAABek/oo883bJz4p8/s1600-h/maroko-%28386%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sghq_yK9fQI/AAAAAAAABek/oo883bJz4p8/s200/maroko-%28386%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334631402652400898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SghrupiyaoI/AAAAAAAABfc/ur9ITm8eSu0/s1600-h/maroko-%28618%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SghrupiyaoI/AAAAAAAABfc/ur9ITm8eSu0/s200/maroko-%28618%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334632207790271106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sghru0mggvI/AAAAAAAABfs/mCQ0_sMnzbg/s1600-h/maroko-%28633%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sghru0mggvI/AAAAAAAABfs/mCQ0_sMnzbg/s200/maroko-%28633%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334632210758664946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl1_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Still, despite all this, traveling is the great true love of my life. I have always felt that to travel is worth any cost or sacrifice. I am loyal and constant in my love for travel, as I have not always been loyal and constant in my other loves. I feel about travel the way a happy new mother feels about her impossible, colicky, restless newborn baby - I just don't care what it puts me through. Because I adore it. Because it's mine. Because it looks exactly like me. It can barf all over me if it wants to - I just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Eat, Pray, Love' by Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SghruxY9RxI/AAAAAAAABf0/jeYUy6qvVwo/s1600-h/maroko-%282271%29.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5750572116011975749?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5750572116011975749/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5750572116011975749&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5750572116011975749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5750572116011975749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/05/v-dezeli-berber-whiskey-ja.html' title='V deželi berber whiskey-ja'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SghqQPI7oaI/AAAAAAAABc8/hbQufn46lUo/s72-c/maroko-%2818%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-4400404287374434295</id><published>2009-04-16T19:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:38:05.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Promenadni divjaki</title><content type='html'>Postaljači, wanna be-ji, nastopači in tudi kakšni fajn ljudje so se znašli na otvoritvi prenovljenega kluba. Tokrat tudi z mojo prisotnostjo, a mi je bilo kaj hitro žal, saj nisem prav veliko odnesla od tega obiska. Mnogo preveč ljudi je tvorilo takšno gnečo, da si nisem mogla ogledati prostora, do pijače priti je bila največja umetnost, da ne govorim kolikokrat so mi stopili na čevlje, me ruknili in polili s pijačo. Klinc pa taka wanna be fancy zabava, ko si želiš le svojih 30 cm prostora in kozarec pijače. Je pa bilo kaj videti, predvsem moške oči so se več ali manj pasle in napasle :)&lt;br /&gt;Kakšna bo prihodnost tega kluba je odvisno od programa in njenega vodje, napovedi so sicer obetujoče, izvedba in uresničitev pa bo pokazala svoje.&lt;br /&gt;No, sem srečala precej meni znanih obrazov (o medijskih zvezdah ne bom govorila) in prijetno je bilo poklepetati. Tudi mini koncert na sosednji stavbi je bil prijetno presenečenje. Vse to luštno, a padec v mehko posteljo je bil kljub vsemu najlepši trenutek dneva:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;If you go to a party you will invariably find yourself being hugged or hit by total and complete strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life Sucks", definition of "Alcohol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-4400404287374434295?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/4400404287374434295/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=4400404287374434295&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4400404287374434295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/4400404287374434295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/04/promenadni-divjaki.html' title='Promenadni divjaki'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6867208890040308552</id><published>2009-04-13T19:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:05:35.282+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universe has always plans for us</title><content type='html'>Za razliko od nas, ima vesolje zmeraj plane za nas. Le vsa svoja vedenja smo skozi tisočletja potisnili globoko v sebe, da zdaj ne znamo teh planov, ki nam jih vesolje ponuja, brat. Pa je škoda, ker potem hodimo po napačnih poteh ali brezpotjih, se izgubljamo v tehtanju kaj je prav in kaj narobe, iščemo srečno pot... Še najhuje pa je, da ponavadi še koga s seboj povlečemo.... in potem se sprašujemo o smislu bivanja in svojega obstoja.&lt;br /&gt;Ampak jaz pa vem, kakšni plani so meni namenjeni... In moram priznat, da so mi všeč in pisani na kožo. Končno spet z nahrbtnikom bogu iza nogu, v pesek in vročino. In to točno čez teden dni. Prosim za čimveč takšnih planov, ki prinašajo radost in veselo pričakovanje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="dotcage"&gt;&lt;span id="dot"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All we have to believe with are our senses, the tools we have to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travelin any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl11_panelQuote" style="display: block; font-style: italic;"&gt;American Gods    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6867208890040308552?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6867208890040308552/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6867208890040308552&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 1'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6867208890040308552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6867208890040308552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/04/universe-has-always-plans-for-us.html' title='The Universe has always plans for us'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7706798024455105192</id><published>2009-04-06T11:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:53:57.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obešalniki oblek</title><content type='html'>Najbolj znani in poznani so nam leseni, plastični, beli, črni, rdeči....&lt;br /&gt;Vsi ti so sprejemljivi in všečni, drugače pa gledam na žive obešalnike, ki jih masovno postavljajo na piedestal in 95 % žensk vsakodnevno trpi ob raznoraznih dietah, da bi se približale izgledu njihovih vzornic in idolov. Katastrofa! Uboga dekleta, te manekenke, sama kost in koža, kar nikakor ni lepo, kaj šele seksi in prijetno za pogledat.&lt;br /&gt;Najbrž so na modnih revijah te presuhe gospodične z namenom, da pade pozornost na obleke in ne na njihova telesa, edino tako lahko razumem njihov pomen. Je že res, da so meni na pogled ljubše suhe gospodične, ampak v mejah normale, z oblinami, ki ustvarijo telo res žensko, ko pa nekaj ali nekdo kaže na nezdravo suhost ali morda celo anoreksičnost, potem to že presega mejo lepega, normalnega in zdravega. In ko se zamislim, da jih večina poveličuje itd...mi postane kar slabo.&lt;br /&gt;Bolje en kg preveč kot premalo, res, sem preverila na lastnih očeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl2_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Inside me lives a skinny woman trying to get out. I can usually shut the bitch up with cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7706798024455105192?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7706798024455105192/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7706798024455105192&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7706798024455105192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7706798024455105192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/04/obesalniki-oblek.html' title='Obešalniki oblek'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-8502996198748818732</id><published>2009-04-05T22:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:43:03.999+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go to Morocco</title><content type='html'>Približno enkrat na leto me psihofizično stanje pripelje tako daleč, da ne zdržim več. Moram it, nekam daleč, v druge kraje, drugo kulturo, drugo klimo. Azije imam počasi že čez glavo, zato letos v Afriko, no ali pa le približek tiste prave Afrike- Maroko.&lt;br /&gt;Petnajstdnevno potovanje po mestih, vasicah in na koncu še treking na najvišji vrh Maroka je točno to, kar potrebujem, si zaslužim in bom navsezadnje tudi dobila:). In to že čez 14 dni.&lt;br /&gt;Skrajni čas, ker mi misli skačejo na vse konce in kraje in koncetracija je nekaj kar si močno želim, pride pa le v kratkih trenutkih.&lt;br /&gt;Zato grem v kratke hlače in na potep, brez misli in pričakovanj, brez slabe vesti, brez telefona, brez nadležnih pogovorov, brez  črnogledosti, brez vsakodnevnega sranja. Le sonček, puščava, oaze, mir in jaz (no pa še ene 12 sopotnikov in najbrž nadležni  maročani...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SdnMl42KQnI/AAAAAAAABcs/yKZTR_i-o3c/s1600-h/Maroko_z_avtomobili_06_pot_na_veliko_sipino_500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SdnMl42KQnI/AAAAAAAABcs/yKZTR_i-o3c/s200/Maroko_z_avtomobili_06_pot_na_veliko_sipino_500x500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321509386001728114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SdnMo-kTXkI/AAAAAAAABc0/G1GTthjbby4/s1600-h/Maroko_z_avtomobili_03_Atlas_500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SdnMo-kTXkI/AAAAAAAABc0/G1GTthjbby4/s200/Maroko_z_avtomobili_03_Atlas_500x500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321509439077047874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="dotcage"&gt;&lt;span id="dot"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Everything a human being wants can be divided into four components -love, adventure, power and fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-8502996198748818732?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/8502996198748818732/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=8502996198748818732&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8502996198748818732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8502996198748818732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-go-to-morocco.html' title='Let&apos;s go to Morocco'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SdnMl42KQnI/AAAAAAAABcs/yKZTR_i-o3c/s72-c/Maroko_z_avtomobili_06_pot_na_veliko_sipino_500x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-5951209008875576555</id><published>2009-04-04T21:46:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:24:21.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3. Cookie-jin bday</title><content type='html'>Saj ne morem verjeti, da gre čas tako hitro naokoli.....Mala miška danes praznuje 3. rojstni dan, meni pa se zdi kot da bi šele predvčerajšnjim prišla k meni. Je pa res, da sva že veliko skupaj preživeli; od driblanja v šoli, neskončno dolge bolezni, treningov agility-ja, stiskanja na kavču do neskončnega števila izletov, popotovanj in prigod. Res, mislim, da mi zadnjih treh letih nikoli ni bilo dolgčas, saj je Cookie poskrbela za popestritev mojih prostih trenutkov.&lt;br /&gt;Današnji dan pa je zasluženo preživela v družbi najljubših pasjih in človeških prijateljev in se tako najedla pasje torte, da nepremično leži v mojem naročju in sanja, najbrž o tekanju, saj na to kažejo premikajoče tačke....&lt;br /&gt;Hkrati pa sta danes praznovala Jurček svoj zapozneli bday in mala Vivi, ki je dopolnila 2 meseca, a je več ali manj prespala svoj t.i. praznik, na nesrečo staršev, saj to pomeni, da bo današnji večer za njih vsekakor pester. Ta sobota je bila torej ovita v praznovanje, z vsem kar paše zraven: sonček, žar, kolač, pasja torta, pirček, Maček muri, celjski vikend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SdfByH6aHHI/AAAAAAAABck/UuLiz_9ylog/s1600-h/IMG_1674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SdfByH6aHHI/AAAAAAAABck/UuLiz_9ylog/s200/IMG_1674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320934551623179378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sde-z81pgAI/AAAAAAAABcE/EMC9N5LVZtY/s1600-h/IMG_1740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sde-z81pgAI/AAAAAAAABcE/EMC9N5LVZtY/s200/IMG_1740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320931284475281410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sde_ZYFdMII/AAAAAAAABcc/5c1q5rZ8XXg/s1600-h/IMG_1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sde_ZYFdMII/AAAAAAAABcc/5c1q5rZ8XXg/s200/IMG_1750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320931927444500610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sde-0Fw1dXI/AAAAAAAABcU/A4CxngnVhlM/s1600-h/IMG_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sde-0Fw1dXI/AAAAAAAABcU/A4CxngnVhlM/s200/IMG_1657.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320931286871012722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;It's not the net result of one's life that is important. It's the day-to-day concerns, the personal victories, and the celebration of life...and love! It's enough if people are able to experience the joy that each day can bring!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terra -FF6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-5951209008875576555?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/5951209008875576555/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=5951209008875576555&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5951209008875576555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/5951209008875576555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-cookie-jin-bday.html' title='3. Cookie-jin bday'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/SdfByH6aHHI/AAAAAAAABck/UuLiz_9ylog/s72-c/IMG_1674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-2579361666733602820</id><published>2009-04-01T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:00:07.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Neumno pametne obljube</title><content type='html'>Tale mi je všeč:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kdor neumno obljubi, mora obljubo pametno izpolniti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-2579361666733602820?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/2579361666733602820/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=2579361666733602820&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2579361666733602820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/2579361666733602820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/04/neumno-pametne-obljube.html' title='Neumno pametne obljube'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-9133752903516084508</id><published>2009-03-29T20:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:54:45.389+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ženski popoldan</title><content type='html'>Ženski del novopečene družine je bil na obisku pri naju s Cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Kot je za ženske normalno, smo najprej malo počvekale in si ogledala film s tematiko popoldneva "In the land of Women". Vivica ima očitno rada teto Urško, saj je pridno počivala v mojem naročju, pasji del pa je neumorno žulil bikovke... Skratka nič nam ni manjkalo in ker je bilo vsem petim ženskam tako popoldne všeč, ga bomo še ponovile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sc-_fBfn2UI/AAAAAAAABbc/jgU8HJl-A_8/s1600-h/IMG_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sc-_fBfn2UI/AAAAAAAABbc/jgU8HJl-A_8/s200/IMG_1648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318680224645765442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sc-_gYk-gxI/AAAAAAAABb0/ufEGTwESYOY/s1600-h/IMG_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sc-_gYk-gxI/AAAAAAAABb0/ufEGTwESYOY/s200/IMG_1650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318680248022106898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sc-_gHK2UgI/AAAAAAAABbs/Nugtq9x06Xg/s1600-h/IMG_1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sc-_gHK2UgI/AAAAAAAABbs/Nugtq9x06Xg/s200/IMG_1642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318680243349115394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sc-_fi4XIcI/AAAAAAAABbk/RmgkG_TeCmw/s1600-h/IMG_1644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sc-_fi4XIcI/AAAAAAAABbk/RmgkG_TeCmw/s200/IMG_1644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318680233607897538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl5_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-9133752903516084508?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/9133752903516084508/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=9133752903516084508&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 2'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/9133752903516084508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/9133752903516084508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/03/zenski-popoldan.html' title='Ženski popoldan'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Sc-_fBfn2UI/AAAAAAAABbc/jgU8HJl-A_8/s72-c/IMG_1648.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-7293465282581398191</id><published>2009-03-29T11:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:05:47.847+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Podnapise prosim</title><content type='html'>Kadar gledam kak češki, indijski ali pa finski film nujno potrebujem podnapise, saj drugače si lahko le v domišljiji predstavljam kaj za vraga govorijo. Ta princip mi je jasen in je edini možen, če želim čisto zares vedeti o čem je govora.&lt;br /&gt;Je pa zajebano, če se pogovarjaš v materinem jeziku, pa ne razumeš kaj za božjo voljo bi rad človek od tebe. Besede so eno, dejanja drugo. Glede na to, da mi je slovenščina blizu in v šoli ocenjena z odlično oceno, najbrž nimam problemov z razumevanjem govorjenega, torej nekaj ne špila v glavi sogovornika. In to se dogaja že pol leta. Porkaduš človek, zberi se, skoncentriraj svoje misli v smiselno celoto in enkrat že povej nekaj razumljivega, smiselnega in resničnega, še najbolj pomembno je, da je iz srca. Zmedenost in neravnovesje besed, dejanj in misli ni najbolj pameten dejavnik življenja, ker se zmeraj slabo konča.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl4_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;The supreme gift you can give a friend is laughter, to be a fool is noble. But, do not confuse being a fool with being an idot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Dean Baxter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl4_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-7293465282581398191?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/7293465282581398191/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=7293465282581398191&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7293465282581398191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/7293465282581398191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/03/podnapise-prosim.html' title='Podnapise prosim'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-3519455114033561337</id><published>2009-03-25T23:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:30:59.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Around people</title><content type='html'>Pred mano so dnevi, ko bom med ljudmi veliko več kot običajno. Če lahko rečem, da sta zadnja dva meseca običaj:).&lt;br /&gt;In še ne vem ali mi je to všeč ali ne. Me to spravlja ob živce ali mi je v zadovoljstvo. Bo to dobro vplivalo name ali bom odštevala minute do povratka. Se bom vživela v dano situacijo ali bom le obstranski opazovalec. Bo to vrnitev na stare tirnice ali le potrditev, da je zdajšnja pot pravilna. Tisoč vprašajev v glavi, odgovor pa je na dlani... prepusti se, what will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScquUAXki6I/AAAAAAAABbU/HLTr9L9S4SE/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScquUAXki6I/AAAAAAAABbU/HLTr9L9S4SE/s320/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317253968783772578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl1_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;Do not fear going forward slowly; fear only standing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinese proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-3519455114033561337?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/3519455114033561337/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=3519455114033561337&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3519455114033561337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/3519455114033561337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/03/around-people.html' title='Around people'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScquUAXki6I/AAAAAAAABbU/HLTr9L9S4SE/s72-c/45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-861083721730043483</id><published>2009-03-22T21:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:16:21.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2. pomladni dan z Vivo</title><content type='html'>Danes je bil popoldanski sprehod rezerviran za Vivi, ki pa je celo pot prespala... No, svežega zraka se je kljub temu nadihala, tako da se je ob prihodu domov celo malo nasmehnila in ni jokala. Kar pa je že nekaj :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Scaaeu1hu-I/AAAAAAAABa0/e328SplgciM/s1600-h/IMG_1572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Scaaeu1hu-I/AAAAAAAABa0/e328SplgciM/s200/IMG_1572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316106262916742114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Scaafer5ujI/AAAAAAAABbM/reUUViU1g_s/s1600-h/IMG_1575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Scaafer5ujI/AAAAAAAABbM/reUUViU1g_s/s200/IMG_1575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316106275761273394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScaafA4Q_JI/AAAAAAAABbE/6M6sgb_xxdg/s1600-h/IMG_1583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScaafA4Q_JI/AAAAAAAABbE/6M6sgb_xxdg/s200/IMG_1583.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316106267760065682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScaafCzLfKI/AAAAAAAABa8/IjmMg3AlZHM/s1600-h/IMG_1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScaafCzLfKI/AAAAAAAABa8/IjmMg3AlZHM/s200/IMG_1604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316106268275604642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl18_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the bitter, baby, the sweet ain't as sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl18_panelQuote" style="display: block; font-style: italic;"&gt;Vanilla Sky    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-861083721730043483?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/861083721730043483/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=861083721730043483&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/861083721730043483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/861083721730043483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-pomladni-dan-z-vivo.html' title='2. pomladni dan z Vivo'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/Scaaeu1hu-I/AAAAAAAABa0/e328SplgciM/s72-c/IMG_1572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-161961863017354546</id><published>2009-03-22T09:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:19:25.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Popotovanje po ljubljanskih hribčkih</title><content type='html'>Se konec konec ni izkazalo za nekaj, kar bi človek opravil z levo roko, brez rahlih bolečin v nogah naslednjega dne.&lt;br /&gt;Začelo se je z jutranjim joggingom po bližnjem PST-ju, nato vzpon na Šmarno goro, kjer presenetljivo ni pihalo in je sonček potrdil, da se je začela pomlad. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;Vzpon na Golovc ni bil nič novega, saj ga s Cookie obvladujeva na nekajkrat tedenski bazi, je pa zato podaljšek na Orle bil nekaj novega. Peturni pohod se je zaključil na kavču s TV-jem, ki je pa je služil zgolj kot okras, saj sva obe zaspali v pičlih desetih minutah. Prav tako sem uspešno prespala dogovorjen zmenek ob pozni večerni uri, za kar mi je še zdaj žal, a očitno je bilo moje telo kondicijsko slabo pripravljeno za tak dnevni podvig :). Bo naslednjič bolje. Nujno, ker me čez mesec dni čaka osvojitev vrha, ki seže nekaj čez 4.000 m.&lt;br /&gt;In tako je minil prvi pomladni dan s soncem obsijan, perfekcijo je kalil le veter, ki je povzročil razpokane ustnice, solzice v očeh in praznenje sinusov....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div id="Anthem__ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl7_panelQuote__"&gt;&lt;div id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl7_panelQuote" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;span class="dotcage"&gt;&lt;span id="dot"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl7_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;The living self has one purpose only; to come into its own fullness of being as a tree comes into full blossom, or a bird into spring beauty, or a tiger into lustre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D.H. Lawrence&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-161961863017354546?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/161961863017354546/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=161961863017354546&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/161961863017354546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/161961863017354546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/03/popotovanje-po-ljubljanskih-hribckih.html' title='Popotovanje po ljubljanskih hribčkih'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-6987755338083225789</id><published>2009-03-19T08:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:48:07.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little one</title><content type='html'>Mala Vivica trpi zarad krčev in njene muke mora hočeš nočeš prenašati še njena mama, Jakob šele spoznava nov svet v katerega je prišel, Svit še počiva na varnem v trebuhu...&lt;br /&gt;Zadnje čase se vse vrti okoli baby-jev in prav je tako, saj nihče ni sposoben pokazati pristnega veselja, nedolžnih misli in odkritega nasmeha, razen otroci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScH1w_NeHOI/AAAAAAAABas/0ao9i-vblEs/s1600-h/anne_geddes_392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScH1w_NeHOI/AAAAAAAABas/0ao9i-vblEs/s400/anne_geddes_392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314799257224355042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="dotcage"&gt;&lt;span id="dot"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl17_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;I know not how I may seem to others, but to myself I am but a small child wandering upon the vast shores of knowledge, every now and then finding a small bright pebble to content myself with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-6987755338083225789?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/6987755338083225789/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=6987755338083225789&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6987755338083225789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/6987755338083225789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-one.html' title='Little one'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kTvVVXTw7zs/ScH1w_NeHOI/AAAAAAAABas/0ao9i-vblEs/s72-c/anne_geddes_392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15036122.post-8954800209325380308</id><published>2009-03-13T19:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:17:04.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful dawn</title><content type='html'>Nekako tako se je dan začel, s prelepo jutranjo zarjo in Cookie s frizbijem v gobcu in takrat bi si lahko zapela: "Vem, da danes bo srečen dan..." Ker tega nisem storila, seveda dan ni bil srečen, lahko ga opišem še z boljšo besedo: neposrečen.&lt;br /&gt;Pravzaprav se je cel dan odvijal kar pozitivno, dokler ni nastopilo pozno popoldne, takrat pa mi je film počil. Včasih res ne vem kdo je nor na tej zemeljski obli: jaz ali pa polovica ljudi, ki se gibljejo okoli mene. Porkaduš, najbrž res zahtevam preveč od soljudi, da vključijo možgane preden začnejo govoriti in spraševati neumnosti. Najbrž se niti ne zavedajo, da s tem kradejo čas in kravžlajo živce tistim, ki mislijo.&lt;br /&gt;Takšnih primerov je vedno več in jaz izgubljam potrpljenje...pa na tako dobri poti sem bila, mislim na tole s potrpljenjem. Prosim Vesolje, naj mi da moč in energijo za potrpežljivost, kajti več kot očitno jo bom še veliko potrebovala.&lt;br /&gt;Ker se je tale dan odlično začel, se bo tudi dobro končal, vmesni čas pa bom poskusila kar zbrisati iz spomina. Tako si želim. Pa še petek je in to 13.!  Ne more se slabo končati:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;There are no stupid questions, just stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Garrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes" class="quotelist" style="display: inline-block; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span id="_ctl0_ContentPlaceHolder1_Quotes1_listQuotes__ctl0_lblQuote" class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15036122-8954800209325380308?l=ursha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/feeds/8954800209325380308/comments/default' title='Objavi komentarje'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15036122&amp;postID=8954800209325380308&amp;isPopup=true' title='Št. komentarjev: 0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8954800209325380308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15036122/posts/default/8954800209325380308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursha.blogspot.com/2009/03/beautiful-dawn.html' title='Beautiful dawn'/><author><name>Ursha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01898882809750379126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5692/1379/1600/u2.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
