Well... Here you are... This is supposed to be a page where all that scribbling about myself is located... But, since there is so much text, I\'ll be adding it slowly... And off we go...

It was a lovely september morning, the birds were chirping, flowers (at least those that haven\'t faded) smelled lovely, and the skies were clear, without a cloud. But, in spite of all that, I just wouldn\'t go out, and greet Mr. Sun. I waited for 17:20 (5:20 pm), and decided to see for myself what the heck is going on out there. Had I known what kind of crap awaited me, I wouldn\'t have come out in the first place. Anyway, as I said, I was born, as a very young and little baby, that afternoon. And that\'s the starting point of all my adventures. As a way of protesting for draging me out of my comfy bed for 9 months, I screamed and cried (as all the normal babies do, right), and was flailing around, both my arms and legs. And at that point, that idiot doctor smacked my little behind. What a jerk! I mean really, what kind of a way it is to great someone? Anyhow, I later heard that it is something they do to prepare us for the world. Maybe I should be grateful? Yeah right... Fat chance. First two and a half, three years went by more or less the same. My dear mommy and daddy were feeding me all kinds of junk (that wretched green stuff), and of course, I ate it (what could I do, I had to eat something). And nowadays, if I say "Hey, I don\'t like that", they always say how I liked it when I was a baby. Yeah, right, like someone asked me if I liked it. When I was three and a half, my dad takes me to the sea. My grandmother and late grandfather went along, and mom stayed home, to take care of my nwely appointed younger brother. At first, I thought "Yaaay! I have a brother. Maybe now they\'ll start harrasing him for a change." But, it turned out a kid is a real menace. And he does amazing job making holes in CD\'s and DVD\'s. No, dont ask me how, I have no idea how he does that. All in all, after a few days at sea, I got real bored (we went to Baško Polje, or Baške Vode, I\'m not really sure which one\'s right), so I decided to play a little joke on my daddy and grandma and grandpa... I kind of got sick, and then another bastard doctor shot me up full of some injections, and I ended up on a tour of the Split hospital. My tour lasted for two weeks. But, when you add up everything, it came out ok I guess. I heard that some of the medical staff there wrote a book on me, but I\'ve never seen it, so, as far as I\'m concerned, the book doesn\'t exist. If nothing more, I kind of toughened myself up. There is this doctor that took care of me there, that sent me a telegram to wish me a happy New Year, and a telegram for my birthday. He did this every year, up until his death.

And so, my days, months and years go by, all the way until I was seven years old, and I started school. I started elementary school "Kosta Trifković", and there I was - first grade. And then, we all got dressed up one day, blue pants, white shirts, and we got nice little red scarfs, and blue hats, like the army wore (only theirs were green). And we all took an oath, along with the army, and there I was, a proud little pioneer. Come to think of it, sadly, we were the last generation of pioneers. It was a nice ceremony indeed. Too bad that pioneering tradition didn\'t move on. Then, all of the sudden, my folks decide our appartment was too small (on Freedom Boulevard, three-room apartment, that we shared with my grandparents). And so they decided to move. And there goes my school - bye bye... So we broke up, my grandparents moved off to Satelit (yeah, yeah, it means Satelite, it\'s just a part of the city), and we moved off to Adamović settlement (also a part of the city). There I started "Vasa Stajić" school, also known as worst painted building, with two disgusting tints of yellow, with a stupid flower that brings in two more disgusting tints of yellow. I started there at second half of second grade. Friends were as they were, good and bad (I meant friends, and the other thing, whatever you were thinking of). And so, elementary school passed, with all it\'s actions, states, and happenings, field trips, frist kisses, first girlfriends, first beer (no cigarettes), and so on...