V-day’s present!

•February 14, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I found it!!! You ask: what? love? you found love? on the Valentine’s day?

Well… almost: ) in my case, everything is way much easier. I found an instrumental version for the Amy Winehouse’s “I Heard Love Is Blind” that I’ve been looking for  for weeks already! ‘da heck! who needs it? – you ask.  I do : ) because I will be singing it this Friday at the V’day’s party! Yo-ho!! So for me, it’s kinda like finding love! Priceless!

Winter Session :)

•January 24, 2012 • 4 Comments

OKay. Now is the time for some winter-ish pics. The sun has just created this magical atmosphere, and finally the snow doesn’t melt under every single sun ray…

… umm..

Whatever! It’s been 3 hours since I wrote this intro, and I’ve already been at the chapel band rehearsal.. And boy, I’m so in the moooood of si-i-ingin’… Ah! the rehearsal was brilliant!

So.. I’m kinda lazy to write something else : ) But you’re here for the photos, right? : ))) I have not edited even them! but it’s because I care about you in giving you the “cleanest” product! : ) So, here you go!



P.S. I just membered, that I forgot to give the credits to the photographer! So, Sasha Baklaieva! Thanks!








Spotted: Klaipeda!

•January 21, 2012 • Leave a Comment

So, this semester I am taking Media Culture class, and our teacher asked us to create a blog ( like this one wasn’t enough!) on any topic. It is important, however, that the content is targeted.

Thinking of my pathetic existence in Klaipeda, and how for 3 years I have been only in a few places around the city that you can actually count on fingers..I decided to challenge myself, and put up an experiment of discovering the city.

So, feel free to stop by my another blog :) and don’t forget to come to Lithuania!

http://spottedklaipeda.wordpress.com/

P.S. Shoot! This introduction in so much better than the one in the Spotted:Klaipeda blog! Maybe I should steal this one…hmm)))

<3

•January 13, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Check out this video! It brings up so many memories… with the same taste of freedom and beauty.

thanks to the author!

Quote of the day:

•January 11, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Just because there is a goalie, doesn’t mean you can’t score!

After all, it’s good to have a native-speaker living in your room for the whole semester! :)

 

Spring semester. Try 3.

•January 10, 2012 • Leave a Comment

This semester is drastically different from all the other years that I have been studying in the university. It has been only 10 hours since I arrived. I have already unpacked completely, met with all my friends and old and new roommates, went to a bunch of meetings, attended an evening lecture, went shopping, talked to my mom, and drank a cup of coffee with milk to the music I adore. Quite an ordinary day at LCC. Yet, in these 10 hours I felt a drastic change. This place for some reason seems empty. Empty without all those dear people that I made friends with 2 years ago and who graduated in a blink of an eye.  Empty without all my fears about future classes, papers, projects, grades. Something is definitely missing… but what.. or maybe who?

I feel like I turned into a little hamster that jumped on a new track and started running again. Not because I got a revelation, or decided to study twice as harder now (which honestly would make up a great NY Resolution!). But simply because I forgot the path to my friends’ places. We still have that thread that connects us, but it has been hopelessly tangled, and only Rapunzel can help us out (which I highly doubt).

New people keep entering my life and I have to fight again for their recognition and approval even if my conscience keeps calling me names for this stupid behavior. Why do I do this? You better ask psychologists. They will tell you what kind of a Sun does a life of an adolescent evolves around.

•December 4, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Хочеться бігти за весняною грозою через безмежне поле, не зупиняючись, як лань. Бігти… Хапати руками вітер.

Хочеться бути не собою. Не в цей час. Не в цьому місці. А там, де трави переливаються як море від сонячного проміння і набираються кольором… Ловити зайчаків на обличчі, їсти ягоди, купатися в сонці..

Тікати, ховатися, пустувати… бути по-дитячому щирою..

Бути там де ти.

Але не в цей час… не в цьому місці… Такого щастя вже не існує.

 
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