Of Invisible Movement’s owner

I hate these. But friends insisted that I should rewrite this page so…blah, there you go.

My name is Iva [pronounced as diva or viva without the first letter]. I’m female, born on 03rd March 1983 and living in Beograd, the capital of Serbia. Oh yes, I’m also straight. Both straight and straight-edge.

I’m pretty much a complicated person, I don’t do anything unless I think I’d get it done perfectly, I either love or hate things and I would never dedicate myself to anything I don’t really love. I’m no nonsense, not covered in any false style or mad make-up, I like being the way I am and if I wasn’t like that, I’d probably be considering myself as horribly pathetic.

I have not obtained a master degree yet, but I do hope that I’ll have one in Italian language and literature by the time I’m 30! I love what I study, but I was unfortunate to start my classes with a bunch of people who were actually not interested in what we were learning as they only wanted a degree and possibilities for a well-paid job so I was put off by that for quite a couple of years.

I dislike many things I believe people do just to show they follow the flock. I’m straight-edge ever since I’ve known for myself, I absolutely don’t have any interest in drugs, smoking, alcohol and casual sex; but it goes even beyond that for me: I believe that writing in lowercase or simplifying the way one writes is useless showing off, I believe that giving oneself odd nicknames is useless showing off, I believe body modifications are more of a fashion no-no than a fashion yes-yes, I believe that all religions and sects are just a way to control people - you won’t see “the light” or find “the secret” if you follow this or that, you’re not a perfect person if you go to church and using religion as an excuse for killing someone and schools that are part of a local church are backwards things that should NOT exist in the XXI century. I just hate everything that’s fake.

I’m pretty much strange when it comes to my writings. I’ve been writing poetry ever since I was five years old and my first poem was called Water. Through the following years, I took a part in many poetry contests, wrote a couple of theatre plaes that were played in schools I was attending, ever since the age of eight I have written a couple of novels and aborted a couple of others I couldn’t continue the way I wanted to. For the past couple of years, I mostly focus on poetry, which is often bilingual or trilingual as I’m writing in Serbian, English and Italian language, and I’m looking into publishing a poetry book. I also love the visual side of art, I was attending an animated movies workshop for three years, I’ve always been into making little comic strips and cartoons and I don’t leave home without one of my digital cameras.

I believe that we should all practice what we preach and learn with understanding, as cramming is an useless thing. If you don’t want to learn something, don’t go to school. All my life I was trying to understand everything I was learning and each assigment put in front of me and I was always getting pissed off by generic oh-so-amazing-students getting a better grade if I understood something, believed in it and if it remained in my head for the time being; while they just studied for the grade and sole purpose of competition.

I don’t feel obliged to like anything my parents, extended family, friends and people I am surrounded with like. If I dislike something, I’ll usually say it; but I never label things as bad before actually knowing what they are. I guess that’s how I ended up watching a couple of horrible movies and reading a couple of dull books. Well, at least I’d tried.

I don’t feel obliged to be nice with everyone. I don’t think I should be on good terms with people to get what I want, I would never sell my beliefs just to achieve something. I am not going to smile and suffer because some door might be closed for me in future if I happen to raise my voice. I hate opportunism, snobbism and elitism. I don’t want to give myself an easy-to-pronounce nickname solely because someone from this or that place isn’t sure on how to read my name properly, I am not going to lie people about where I’m from either.

I listen to all kinds of music and I don’t care about what people will think if they see I played a song by e.g. The Birthday Massacre, followed by a song by S Club 7, followed by a song by Kosheen, followed by a piece by Chopin. Why does it matter? I hate being labelled hardcore punk because of my sXe views. I hate being labelled emo because I do not find anything strange in expressing one’s feelings. I hate being labelled urban or grunge because of my clothes. I hate being labelled frigid just because I wouldn’t jump onto a random person who looks good and because I wouldn’t yell out loud that they’re do-able. I hate being labelled fangirl because fangirls are often obsessive empty-headed creatures with no life, not getting deeper into the meaning behind what they love. Labels are for kids, people having their second teenagerhood at wrong age and MySpace. I don’t believe in the most of the subcultures and movements that belong to some other period of time. Modern punks are often rich people. Modern hippies often don’t give a flying frog about saving the world. Modern Goths have nothing to do with original ones.

One of my best friends ever was a tree, a lombardy poplar with a gender, first and last name - Milan Jablanović. I named him that way when I was eight and for years, he was the non-human entity I was running to with problems, the one I’d whisper a nice word or two, the one I’d share my first morning Pepsi Max with. In May 2005, Milan was simply not there anymore one day when I woke up. I cried on the tree’s remainings for months and it’s one of the things I will never forgive to the neighbourhod, nor I’m intending to. Milan was the inspiration, he was everything.

I believe in horoscope.
I can’t sing well and I doubt I could ever play an instruments.
I like long baths. In Lush things, of course.
I’m obsessed with Pepsi Max.
I can’t leave home without an iPod, digital camera, a notebook and a pen.
I love cycling. I invested pretty much in a decent bicycle.
I don’t wear makeup, I don’t style my hair, I didn’t pierce or tattoo anything.
I speak Serbian/Croatian/Bosnian/Montenegrin, English, Italian, Russian, some German and ancient Latin. I would love to learn Hungarian, French, Spanish, Portugese, Greek and Catalan.
My room is full of books, things I’ve written, drawings, cartoons, collages, various other projects and my hard drives hold a bunch of website designs and templates, thousands of digital photos and poetry & novels I typed out.

So, that would be a bit about me…if you really want to know more, here are a couple of links.

My personal website and blog (est. 2001)
My DeviantArt page (est. 2003)
My MySpace (est. 2004)
My Last.fm (est. 2006)
My FlickR (est. 2006)

Oh yes, the thing everyone asked about:
I have seen John play three times, with RHCP: twice in Vienna in 2006 and on Green Fest in Inđija in 2007. I have not been to a solo acoustic show yet, but it’s the one of the things I hope to witness.