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My Pictures

Back by a popular demand by the public and pony himself...

Monday, October 31, 2005

Martina and Igor the pony

Random photos - the sequel

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

A pretty picture of me taken in my dad`s bathroom that looks very Eastern block...I don`t think it was a deliberate decorative decision, just the fact that it came with a flat and my dad would rather be nailed to the cross then fork out the money for cosmetic reasons.




My friend Goran and I




This is my dad and I in this really cute cake shop that is based on Hansel and Gretel fairytale.




This is the my favourite street in Zagreb, somewhat quaint and leading to the top of the town, which is awesome. My father, my step mum and me.

Random photos

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Vlatka, my best friend in the whole world and the mother of my godchild, Karla.
Although I will forever be grateful to her for her firstborn, I want it to be known that I had stiff competition along the way.



This photo is particularly traumatic for me. I bought Karla a packet of fish creatures I thought would amuse her to no end but she was slightly scared of them and the family dog took a particular interest in the pike, which by the way was the only fish in the pack that had a squeeking thingie implanted in it, and he went mental for it until he ripped it apart.



Petra in her element before I was submitted to excruciating torture and almost lost a molar


Zeljka, Petra and Ivanka


Petra and I in our local. It looks like we are drunk but I think we are just on Nescaffee here.


Sanja and I one night on Zrinjevac after we saw Bad Santa and decided to take a picture of ourselves to celebrate the moment forever.