tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68456729089457912192023-11-16T19:00:50.132+02:00northern winds and sweet sunshinesabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-79294895081646259692012-10-21T14:27:00.002+03:002012-10-21T14:37:19.664+03:00So, this should be totally great and not awkward at all.I've always found the first sentence the most difficult one. Actually, this was my fourth attempt at a first sentence, which, though powered with ungodly amounts of dark rye bread and apple pie (don't you dare judge me for my breakfast choices, it's Sunday, still turned out to be pretty mehmeramehmeh, but I'll roll with it. To be honest, I've honestly absolutely zero ideas, why I'm writing all of this babble right now, since, in the end, it'll still have the deep and philosophical meaning of a diaper, but I guess that sometimes you just need to write. Just. Write. Simple as that (also, has any of you ever noticed how pretty the large Q letter looks in the drafts mode? Just. Q. QQQ. Q. ahhhh).
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It's weird to think how much has changed since my last post in February 2011. Back then I was a high school student, about to begin my senior year in the fall and about to make a complete "wut" of myself in June's DELF B.2 French exam. Also, I had a very unhealthy obsession with baked goods and an even unhealthier one with my pants size and, needless to say, these two weren't exactly a match made in heaven. Also, trying to figure out what to do with my life wasn't exactly all sugarplums and fairycups. So, completely logically, I did what every responsible person with the mental capacity of an Easter bunny would do - completely and absolutely ditched writing altogether.
So, here I present to you "whads been boilin dowwwn" (also read under the section: "How To Successfully Humiliate Yourself On The Internet By Pretending To Be An Australian Gangsta Swag Swag"):
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1. I graduated from High School July 2012, with pretty good marks, but not so good finals results, which furthermore led to a kick in the buttcheeks by the University of Glasgow, which then furthermore led to me holding the entire country's economy just by buying Kleenex products for about two weeks straight.
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2. Accepted a university offer in the south of France, went there, spent a good 100 Euros on probably baguettes and Nutella alone, since, you know, baguettes and Nutella and baguettes and Nutella, and we musnt't forget my third and strongest point, baguettes and Nutella, spent about 2 months there, til I understood that I was kind of just wasting my time there, since the classes kept getting pushed more and more back and one of my core subjects didn't, well...happen at all, which was a bit disappointing, cause I would have actually enjoyed doing, you know, stuufff.
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. Oh, also, while we're on the topic "My Fabulous Life In France", got diagnosed with a super enlarged heart, so, yes, my heart is literally wide as the ocean. Fun times.
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4. Returned to my blissfully supersoft bed and the autumn of +5 degrees, instead of +30 degrees, so, yeah, Finland definitely knows how to kick you out of the ugh-only-25-degrees-today-where's-my-polar-bear-fur-coat France mode. And I love it here.
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There are some more things, quite important as well, might I add, that I have discovered this year besides all this jazz (like, that you should never mix aspirin with ibuprofen. Or try to fry cucumber when bored), but these, I guess, where the most important things. I would really like to say that these were also the things that made me quit writing, but I guess I wouldn't be completely hundred percent if I said that, cause mostly the reason for this kind of thing is us ourselves, not some exterior conditions. Sometimes we get tired, sometimes we get lost, bored, sad, unable to decide whether you should add another tablespoon of paprika to what now looks more like a dead skunk than a stroganoff. These kind of things. The small pieces that kinda kick you off balance. And sometimes these small things add up and kinda crash down on you like a lousy piano its previous owner has decided to get rid of and you are the poor bastard standing beneath his balcony, reading some Danielle Steel novel and choking back tears, because a) you will never experience a love like that; b)why can't men like that exist in real life? c) this chocolate chipmunk donut. ohmygod. this donut. ohmygod. And when you have had a piano crash on your head, writing kinda doesn't seem too tempting anymore.
But, at the same time, it doesn't mean that just because you once had that sad experience with piano and the even more tragic one of having actually picked up a Danielle Steele book, you will wind up in that situation again. So, huzzah for cold autumns, huzzah for academic years, huzzah for is-that-a-Health-Science-program-starting-next-autumn-HERE?, huzzah for good friends, huzzah for apple pies and huzzah for writing. Whatcha been up to?
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<i>currant of the day: Lou Doillon - ICU</i>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-14876286286121254252011-02-23T15:09:00.006+02:002011-03-30T21:53:32.608+03:00I`m kind of back. No. Scratch that. I am back.In the past month (with a tail of 12 days), I`ve had a lot of sleepless nights. I`ve also had a lot of blank staring out of the window, thinking what I really want and what I really want to be/become. I`ve had some dreams shattered, but from those dark red bricks of which the old ones were made, I now have constructed some new ones. If one thinks of a person as of a city, well, I was a bombed city. Still alive and going, but a lot of those buildings were in pieces next to my feet. Now those buildings are reconstructed, unnecessary ones have been kicked down completely and their ruins have been swept away and new ones have been built. A lot of new ones.<br />The thing is that I think that for some time I was pretending to be someone, who I wasn`t. Someone, who people expected me to be. But every story has to end. And after I had understood, that I couldn`t be anymore who I was, I had to search for a new one. Start building. But I couldn`t do it, til I hadn`t a solid substructure. And now I think that I know, who I want to be and what I want to accomplish.<br />It was a bit sad to tear down the old building of me. It was with a lot of towers, with creamy walls, flags fluttering in the sky. But it was pretty cold and it felt like it wasn`t right for me. Like I was in a golden cage. And it was hard to break it down, because not only I was afraid of what I`ll do next and what will happen, but also of letting go of some people. Because I had thought, that they were my friends, but the reality turned out to be a bit different.<br />Now it`s all gone. It`s kind of bittersweet. To look back at all of my life and finally understand what a fool I had been, why had I done that and that and remembering that something, that means almost nothing now, then meant the world to me. And I`ve been foolish, childish, ignoring what I wanted and instead listening to what other people told me I had to do. And it has been my greatest mistake - not understanding, that I am the only person, who can make myself happy. Let myself be happy. Happiness is what begins from yourself and if one can`t see that, then no amount money will make you feel that way.<br />Though there is no castle anymore, there is a house. It`s a warm, small house, smelling of pines and sea and I feel finally feel happy there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdddAZ_oathi0h93Awa-tlFpxP5KEy93TwylYHHAzAnzEUjLTgMPJMPTMM0mCVvjeviJxw_rI8ui76kFfHEuRInGchJhlQMQgasyyjnx3PtkHPMizrw-CLahpAmLa5eE4HKDPrU7h1g6E/s1600/167929_475601428914_161162533914_5912971_3565355_n_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdddAZ_oathi0h93Awa-tlFpxP5KEy93TwylYHHAzAnzEUjLTgMPJMPTMM0mCVvjeviJxw_rI8ui76kFfHEuRInGchJhlQMQgasyyjnx3PtkHPMizrw-CLahpAmLa5eE4HKDPrU7h1g6E/s320/167929_475601428914_161162533914_5912971_3565355_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576882228367536498" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3DMkOb3zaVxtCZirpTFEvJWdsgr1wHRH90eI3c3EwkipOa1dQkKIvfTZCwaRuoDvy9SJK4CRoA8lHY1RWUkOOPkRxdVW0ddVWd4PRZ-zVWHa7iyLf2gqBz1vvHerMe5o4g_VI7aaHXQ/s1600/tumblr_l7cnqwfTRF1qatt0uo1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf3DMkOb3zaVxtCZirpTFEvJWdsgr1wHRH90eI3c3EwkipOa1dQkKIvfTZCwaRuoDvy9SJK4CRoA8lHY1RWUkOOPkRxdVW0ddVWd4PRZ-zVWHa7iyLf2gqBz1vvHerMe5o4g_VI7aaHXQ/s320/tumblr_l7cnqwfTRF1qatt0uo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576883538442431202" /></a>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-72824940435560140702011-01-11T15:23:00.002+02:002011-01-11T15:30:08.981+02:00this is a "see you soon".hey dears!<br /><br />sorry for not writing for so long, it`s been a very hectic time for me. chaos in all possible areas you can imagine - starting from my bookcase to my thoughts. so, i`m going to be on a small break.This definetely doesn`t me that i`m shutting down or anything of the kind, I just need to somehow make a very early spring cleaning in my small thought box and understand, what it is I really want/think/feel/etc. I`ll write as soon as it`ll be possible. <br />and just so you know - i love you all very much and thanks to each and every one of you who has ever bothered to read one post on this tiny, feathery blog. you mean the world to me. <br /><br />be back as soon as possible :)<br /><br />hugs<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZph_KlN4os?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QZph_KlN4os?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-81485973386940543042010-12-23T19:23:00.006+02:002010-12-28T19:10:31.016+02:00christmas warmth in fingertipsLast night was amazing. I went to the Yule ball of the school, which actually was pretty much a huge fail, cause after the last year`s ball nobody wanted to come this year`s. So, basically, there were 4 couples (like, the i-love-you-so-much-hugs-kisses-smooch-smooch couples) and the rest people were just sitting. Including me. So, after about 2 hours of enjoying our school`s super comfy wooden chairs, me and two of my friends had had enough and we decided to go to this other school`s Yule ball, sooo, we went there and had a blast. I think that I can definetely call it one of the best nights of my life. Honestly. Even though I had forgoten my shoes at school and danced bare-footed. Yes, I wore my black-one-shoulder dress, had my french manicure and old-hollywood curls and I danced to Westlife barefooted and loved every bit of it. Maybe it had something to do with the fact, that all my dance partners were pretty cute and danced very, very well. So, yeah. And I haven`t slept for two nights, because this Tuesday one of my best friend`s Ieva stayed at my place and we went to bed only at about 4am and yesterday it was the Yule ball and I was simply too excited after all of it to fall asleep. So, in total in 48 hours, I have had about 5 hours of sleep. Woot woot! And today the holidays started and I`m off to Berlin tomorrow morning (I need to be at the airport at 5am. funfunfun. I still haven`t packed. Which means zero hours of sleep tonight again. (I`m secretly starting to like this)). <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjgO0Az6Vhv8vqYuo7o-zA5c-EVLG1R8ArwbTF3_Lk0v6IfUzrPcHVSwHLEybWwGW6loS9wEagk6DP93q9hoc_rRO26J6Ejw4k7w0bf7-dnEG2EVrFdkuxFhI0nbdmmnUTc-DAikn_BM/s1600/tumblr_ldtq1sGdqf1qeieyjo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSjgO0Az6Vhv8vqYuo7o-zA5c-EVLG1R8ArwbTF3_Lk0v6IfUzrPcHVSwHLEybWwGW6loS9wEagk6DP93q9hoc_rRO26J6Ejw4k7w0bf7-dnEG2EVrFdkuxFhI0nbdmmnUTc-DAikn_BM/s320/tumblr_ldtq1sGdqf1qeieyjo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553938632201496834" /></a><br /><br />and merry christmas, kids! I`m sending a hug to each and everyone of you out there, hope you get it via heart mail. ^^<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvnxuGlc-d5S8IKV-J5HkIkOq6vFN9WxVwzvd3CU0AbQ4_xnIQGAro66WcH2Bc89F_TU21d2jz2wuSB9WgiL31HHmP3RXHrHLX8KLgGAMEWk1J1YVRlfIoJwwNbdlvOlSq8D3qqGvZfs/s1600/tumblr_lc5214K6ZH1qbggeuo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDvnxuGlc-d5S8IKV-J5HkIkOq6vFN9WxVwzvd3CU0AbQ4_xnIQGAro66WcH2Bc89F_TU21d2jz2wuSB9WgiL31HHmP3RXHrHLX8KLgGAMEWk1J1YVRlfIoJwwNbdlvOlSq8D3qqGvZfs/s320/tumblr_lc5214K6ZH1qbggeuo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553944131335920482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em>currant of the day: ellie goulding - your song</em>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-14982981830986274872010-12-18T23:44:00.002+02:002010-12-18T23:50:21.223+02:00the winner of the giveaway is...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmdTftBr-xee3uWI0g0FbFvaLIil9aRcxaSpqCNYHiU4HM2TVhkpSuu5aJ2VOYe57dXPSkw5Tgs7as4diJ3D2fJzZ45Kjy7IogY6IIicb_24yYtcudvDzJ67MKE33fVWFUODgO7a5IhbI/s1600/4356063642_768b041145_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552142722018512034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmdTftBr-xee3uWI0g0FbFvaLIil9aRcxaSpqCNYHiU4HM2TVhkpSuu5aJ2VOYe57dXPSkw5Tgs7as4diJ3D2fJzZ45Kjy7IogY6IIicb_24yYtcudvDzJ67MKE33fVWFUODgO7a5IhbI/s320/4356063642_768b041145_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />congrats to <strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;">sbot</span></em></strong>!<br /><br />please contact me at <span style="color:#993399;">lemontartsweetheart@ymail.com</span> to receive your gift card! :) </div>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-68676599087617525382010-12-04T22:22:00.004+02:002010-12-09T22:02:50.072+02:00giiiiiveaway!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZm6U0ohobm6xJKlgwhp6j5nyplwEIGu2-qwImGps91nwPt_ntZkTWBQCW_jo244o48SDBccayjqO-JA6ELcHUro_j4_EyV1dYgDG99P307ixfxL_FlHbk1uVfFu2uyEXN4Y0WZMjZOk/s1600/Nexxt-Shutter-Grande-Canvas-Wall-Art-with-Pink-Daisy-Design.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546928594049635538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVZm6U0ohobm6xJKlgwhp6j5nyplwEIGu2-qwImGps91nwPt_ntZkTWBQCW_jo244o48SDBccayjqO-JA6ELcHUro_j4_EyV1dYgDG99P307ixfxL_FlHbk1uVfFu2uyEXN4Y0WZMjZOk/s320/Nexxt-Shutter-Grande-Canvas-Wall-Art-with-Pink-Daisy-Design.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Time for another giveaway! It is provided by lovelies of CSN stores and yet again I got pretty amazed when I saw that they even have bright green <a href="http://www.luggage.com/Briefcases-C73741.html">briefcases</a>, which I had never seen before in my life, but I must admit, they`re pretty awesome. ^ They are offering a <span style="color:#993399;">45$</span> gift code to use in any of their <span style="color:#993399;">200+ stores</span>!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#993399;">So, to enter this giveaway:<br /></span>1. You must be a follower of this blog.<br />2. Tell me one thing you love about winter (if there is one, if not - choose your fave season!)<br />3. If you like (this rule is not obligatory), go to www.csnstores.com and tell me which item you love the best! :)<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#660000;">This giveaway is open to US and Canadian residents only this time and you can enter it til 17th of December, midnight GMT +2.<br /></span><br /><em>hugs&kisses<br />ImaginationCo, aka, Sabine</em>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-30493150160420582812010-11-30T11:15:00.005+02:002010-11-30T16:44:25.672+02:00my favourite songs + bands. november 30th, 2010.1. Coldplay<br />I know, I know. So cliché. But there`s just something so...magical in their music, that when I listen to them, it makes me forget all my troubles and lets me return to my neverland, where it`s eternal summer, where I can wake up to sun shining through my treehouse window, where there are gardens, smelling of apples and friends, and candles that smell like coffee and home. and where the sky always feels soft and heavy, like a feathered pillow in a stormy night. <br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7OQSl4FdJE?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7OQSl4FdJE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />2. Damien Rice<br />I discovered him about a year ago. I was just randomly changing radio stations, as I often do, and it was about three in the morning and I couldn`t fall asleep and after I had changed the stations for about 15 minutes, I bumped into some station which I`m pretty sure, I hadn`t listened to ever before, and "9 crimes" was on. Back then I didn`t know the artist of the song or the name of the song itself, but all I know that it somehow managed to fall in my heart and it made me really sentimental. Could have been the lyrics, the melody, the snow falling in large crystalic dance outside my window and covering the usually brown ground with a soft white blanket, that warmed my tired soul or it could have been it all in a large whirl of tenderness, but the song somehow clicked with me. And it`s still one of my favourites today.<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgqOSCgc8xc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cgqOSCgc8xc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />3. A-ha<br />Though I`m not a fan of the 80`s, I can`t not love this song. I remember listening to A-ha as a kid, then stopping for some unknown reason, and rediscovering them last year with "Foot Of The Mountain". But my favourite song is actually this one below. And there isn`t a thing I would change about it.<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EXxMlIExpo?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_EXxMlIExpo?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-30387411509178409412010-11-22T20:35:00.005+02:002010-11-22T21:28:35.164+02:00sugar and philosophy.you know, in the opposite of what i might have been claiming last week to my best guyfriend, i love being a girl. from time to time, a girly girl. mostly, a girl that adores soft blankets, watches the sea right before a storm, smells the pines and every morning puts on the red lipstick. sometimes, the boy-ish girl, who knows how to make bows and arrows (thank you, my dear cousins!) and small catapults (thank you again!). I remember that when I was a kid, I mostly hung out with boys - we ran around playing indians, shot arrows in the targets, played with the dogs. Those were good days. In the summer, which I mostly spent in my countryside in Latgale, I had no other companions than my two cousins - Mārcis and Mairis. Mārcis is one year older than I am, Mairis - about five. We made tree houses, which were terribly shabby - they were usually contructed of some old pieces of wood, in some really high and windy trees. The "treehouses" actually looked more like just a platform high in the tree, not a house, but nevertheless, we loved it. You could see this wonderful view - on the left you could see a deep blue lake, surrounded by some old birch trees, laughing with their silvery leaves in the warm summer wind, on the right you could see endless forests, deep, deep green, smelling like old stars, blueberries, warm conversations and hot peppermint tea. This is the perfume of my childhood. <br />And honestly, I can`t remember a happier period of my life than that. <br />Once, when we went skating on the small pond, next to their house, Mairis lent me his ice-skates, since I didn`t have any, and, although they were 4 sizes too big, I somehow managed to tie them to my feet and went skating. Later we played hockey. And then I fell and broke my arm. And then we played some more hockey. :D<br />I only found out that I had broken my arm a week later, when I had already returned to Riga and complained that my arm hurt. We went to a doctor and the next month and a half I spent with a plaster cast. pretty cool, eh?<br />And somehow I grew up and fell in love with high heels, flowery dresses and red lipstick. And this is who I am today - the miss jeans + red lipstick. The girl, who`s been dreaming of the happily ever after since the age of four and loves shabby tree-houses and playing hockey on a tiny pond.<br />and I`m waiting for a prince on a black horse. not white, black. cause black simply kicks ass.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFYDwZdz9rQEk11_F2Qq-aL6OtUoCJIWInFn3SEW-HbDgFSC3J2NBnvqeIZy5A3awJLvRc9oPlfl28E2VWasoZQXan1A2ir-YZy6DU5Fdif2Tvtw92nOXmtf787m7ipbuG8ANnxTAcCs/s1600/tumblr_l8dm8flmhI1qau1wzo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFYDwZdz9rQEk11_F2Qq-aL6OtUoCJIWInFn3SEW-HbDgFSC3J2NBnvqeIZy5A3awJLvRc9oPlfl28E2VWasoZQXan1A2ir-YZy6DU5Fdif2Tvtw92nOXmtf787m7ipbuG8ANnxTAcCs/s320/tumblr_l8dm8flmhI1qau1wzo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542456610250789810" /></a><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/00pEWDSeaVg?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/00pEWDSeaVg?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><em>currant of the day: paolo nutini - candy</em>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-6251032380247368062010-11-16T19:49:00.002+02:002010-11-16T19:56:34.520+02:00anthems of a rainy evening.<br />kinda reminds me of jeff buckley. <br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRK0b9NGy0Q?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KRK0b9NGy0Q?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />do you have an anthem for a gloomy day?sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-60823430852962896442010-11-08T16:19:00.004+02:002010-11-08T17:20:01.426+02:00mon petit bon bon.Please pardon me for no-update-mode here. These have been two very insane weeks. Been studying like nuts and I actually feel like nuts now too.<br />But it`s better now. I think. Akhem, hope.<br />And it has got pretty cold here actually. When I walked to the parking lot this morning, I noticed that the tiny little puddles on the sidewalks were covered by a fragile layer of ice. And I actually needed a hat, because my ears were freezing. And the weather guy promised us snow today too.<br /><p>And I`m really looking forward to the 11th of November. It`s <span style="font-style:italic;">Lāčplēša diena</span> here in Latvia (for those, who are interested in history - there were Freedom Fights here in Latvia from 1918(The Republic of Latvia was proclaimed that year) to 1920 and on the 19th of November the "big" fight was won (Latvian army beat bermontieši (The East Russia`s army of volunteers, which was lead by Pavel Bermont Avalov and was supported by Rideger von der Golz and Latvia was finally free) and 11th of November is Latvian Freedom Fighters' remembrance day. Every year, thousands of people go to the Embankment of 11th of November, which is this street that is located next to our "fate river" Daugava. That`s also where the President`s castle is and every year the ancient stone wall of this catle is filled with thousands and thousands of lit candles, that can be lit trhough the whole day there, though usually people arrive there from about 6.p.m. and lite the candles. They shine there for the whole night and soldiers give everone hot tea and old soldier songs are sang and it`s really beautiful and warms your heart.</p><p><br /></p>some photos from <span style="font-style:italic;">Lāčplēša diena</span> (2009)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQvw2S5aFwkr4rp1rr_Q1VMAFKgKLcBxhhA5NqA8vDeaQ_7b-1EArlfhm5QIcK7zIh-NCE_0moaVYNtcjMXJEK_JhqhNw_ViB7bm6fX8yr1j5wo1LoS39TZfyOM54vXoCQtaudtFuCLw/s1600/11.nov.3.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDQvw2S5aFwkr4rp1rr_Q1VMAFKgKLcBxhhA5NqA8vDeaQ_7b-1EArlfhm5QIcK7zIh-NCE_0moaVYNtcjMXJEK_JhqhNw_ViB7bm6fX8yr1j5wo1LoS39TZfyOM54vXoCQtaudtFuCLw/s320/11.nov.3.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537192129292396354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZyrLuJt8NMzTAR5HBB8hXaJdq2sloSy8HWt-BCN2ngq8R9-_qjNFxCkUhPdMPwI1EtudUULH3zNci0_wuleO6byRFyrlkbYlAuRIb9m_0iEZ_hcK5YN6e14f7_ry0wLphLn1PYrjqJY/s1600/11.nov.1.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZyrLuJt8NMzTAR5HBB8hXaJdq2sloSy8HWt-BCN2ngq8R9-_qjNFxCkUhPdMPwI1EtudUULH3zNci0_wuleO6byRFyrlkbYlAuRIb9m_0iEZ_hcK5YN6e14f7_ry0wLphLn1PYrjqJY/s320/11.nov.1.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537192117123780754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgznsK9fGgyV7yLOz2D6X-SYY5pg6wS07HDygeeTMW3KlozQiEwF5JP2xekYLKM3QjjwQWtZ1uFwvj5ywcrBkgLKX2Uk2zaxcMDuwg9DJyEw5GFb8YsSnMme9dL3N3WR6X410aFljEOU/s1600/11.nov.2.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgznsK9fGgyV7yLOz2D6X-SYY5pg6wS07HDygeeTMW3KlozQiEwF5JP2xekYLKM3QjjwQWtZ1uFwvj5ywcrBkgLKX2Uk2zaxcMDuwg9DJyEw5GFb8YsSnMme9dL3N3WR6X410aFljEOU/s320/11.nov.2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537192106833572082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQthY3oWG1jFZCTeJU1m9vch1RD-8bhv443HbACW1hDqsxKWnfkcL_7f2c9xLcPKjzCQG9qY0RUciXhbDzgM48dDbGYj8ZWMMdRXjW5qBYw_kkFiHOy2SnqaC0630qfsJe6_UG-py7ybU/s1600/11.nov.4.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQthY3oWG1jFZCTeJU1m9vch1RD-8bhv443HbACW1hDqsxKWnfkcL_7f2c9xLcPKjzCQG9qY0RUciXhbDzgM48dDbGYj8ZWMMdRXjW5qBYw_kkFiHOy2SnqaC0630qfsJe6_UG-py7ybU/s320/11.nov.4.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537192137178480146" /></a><br /><br />next week it`ll be Latvia`s Independence Day (18th of November). Yeah. November here may be pretty dark and gloomy, but we know how to make it a teensy bit better. ^^<br /><br />Aaaand, next week it`s Harry Potter`s premiere! woot woot! And I`ve already got tickets - we`re going to see it on the 19th of November (I know, not the day of the world premiere, but since 18th is a national holiday/celebration...) and i`m hyper-excited bout it!<br /><br />And listen to this beautiful song. It makes me want to put on my old great-grandmother`s dress from 1920`s and look at the icy stars on this cold and quiet November evening. And there are a lot of stars out there tonight. And dream of old oak trees, smell the most delicate perfume which tangles in my hair like the breath of winter`s soul and watch white violets fall from the soft black sky like tiny crystal snowflakes and land on my tired forehead.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWrxs2RDNRU?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GWrxs2RDNRU?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDWpu3usb1oUuGPOkta-TUk_s3mg3IMkn_Y87rWmDVoB9MnqfMCG-NSlmCh6tQaSK1Ya8-h97w5vjVXleoe2I0DYQNic7yynllBZPZjcMkiuvd0fzJkxZEh4rGApTTEeRR7wTFQrWS4Q/s1600/NZjjhmIt6ov581vsuKGdEUVGo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGDWpu3usb1oUuGPOkta-TUk_s3mg3IMkn_Y87rWmDVoB9MnqfMCG-NSlmCh6tQaSK1Ya8-h97w5vjVXleoe2I0DYQNic7yynllBZPZjcMkiuvd0fzJkxZEh4rGApTTEeRR7wTFQrWS4Q/s320/NZjjhmIt6ov581vsuKGdEUVGo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537198245867183090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_jMVXWlHXU2mZUk6Zrx3Z5L-ANuneeYNB8ksCd7a0-e331NaZzRecmZIIN_d469mZgCPqTppAi3m8P2xNOXNTTYdwDJhJku7nk_1vdoezjiCI7MG89_ZUIBbgZMLNXS6t0qs7oBbtR_s/s1600/tumblr_lbjxxg9Hl51qev1qyo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_jMVXWlHXU2mZUk6Zrx3Z5L-ANuneeYNB8ksCd7a0-e331NaZzRecmZIIN_d469mZgCPqTppAi3m8P2xNOXNTTYdwDJhJku7nk_1vdoezjiCI7MG89_ZUIBbgZMLNXS6t0qs7oBbtR_s/s320/tumblr_lbjxxg9Hl51qev1qyo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537198247135923570" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">currant of the day: la valse d'amelie</span>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-62015496842613498992010-11-06T12:09:00.011+02:002010-11-06T12:39:01.772+02:00it`s time.<div align="center">remember the giveaway I hosted? The <span style="font-style:italic;">CSN stores</span>? First, thank you all for entering it and now it`s time to announce the winner! :)<br /><br />So, the winner of the <span style="font-style:italic;">45$ gift code to be used in any of CSN stores</span> is...<br /><br />*super dramatic drum roll* <span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Emily...!</span></span></span></span></span> <br />Congratulations and check your email to receive the prize!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyF_R4pEmctamJY8q6yRjKpJgSlT1KmnFjy0LF7DgBm-dk0gmk8KX7b4Y4k1KVizGQ6WvKzW8P3M7mdPWGu7poWk3tBkZ-m8iA9yiU932RcfG8l4LUQrtFdnPCTvXvBpmGJFTh_IGFkFk/s1600/tumblr_l6mp5iR1wJ1qal3ljo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyF_R4pEmctamJY8q6yRjKpJgSlT1KmnFjy0LF7DgBm-dk0gmk8KX7b4Y4k1KVizGQ6WvKzW8P3M7mdPWGu7poWk3tBkZ-m8iA9yiU932RcfG8l4LUQrtFdnPCTvXvBpmGJFTh_IGFkFk/s320/tumblr_l6mp5iR1wJ1qal3ljo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536383153058304994" /></a></div>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-86391355363196716482010-10-25T21:15:00.009+03:002010-10-27T19:43:32.164+03:00*drum roll* my very first giveaway!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdb-fOzguyur15rbkqhGFyir-3gD6pPAVj2U5IwAlg3Dr2uKw4B8ZVrD7-ed_GrJvN5KI92vIDWcArvVyVcmKOKJn2FEb4hKRTVC9_AmISKyw5FROlZUY3sglHiiUGAed3O_iRClysTZI/s1600/Graham--Brown-Sorcerer-Fabric-Wall-Art.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdb-fOzguyur15rbkqhGFyir-3gD6pPAVj2U5IwAlg3Dr2uKw4B8ZVrD7-ed_GrJvN5KI92vIDWcArvVyVcmKOKJn2FEb4hKRTVC9_AmISKyw5FROlZUY3sglHiiUGAed3O_iRClysTZI/s320/Graham--Brown-Sorcerer-Fabric-Wall-Art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532056736050083298" /></a><br /><br />that`s right kids - <em>i`m hosting my very first giveaway</em>. When I started a blog, I never even thought that someone would be interested in sponsoring a giveaway, yet, it has happenned and i`m so so so excited! *squees*<br />It is sponsored by the wonderful people of <span style="color:#009900;">CSN stores</span> (they actually provide a ton of different stuff - starting from <a href="http://www.allbarstools.com/">barstools (</a>i`ve always wanted to have one, but, alas, still nada. but i`ve got time, hehe) to <a href="http://www.csnstores.com/Nina-FORBES-LS-CHOCOLATE-NIN1043.html">lovely shoes</a> and boy oh boy, are those shoes cute!) Anyway, they`re giving one lucky reader a <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>$45 gift code </strong><em>to use in any of their 200+ sites</em></span>!<br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">So, to enter this giveaway:<br /></span><span style="color:#330033;">1. You must be a follower of this blog.<br />2. Post a song that decribes you the best<br />3. If you like (this rule is not obligatory), go to www.csnstores.com and tell me which item you love the best! :)<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">This giveaway is open to US and Canadian residents only this time and you can enter it til 5th of November, midnight GMT +2.<br /></span><br />hugs&kisses<br />ImaginationCo, aka, Sabinesabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-49060971533297824502010-10-20T18:54:00.005+03:002010-10-20T19:32:18.093+03:00brown hats and waltzes.Yesterday I dreamt three dreams.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Le Numéro Un</span><br />I was in Canada and then a car drove up to my house. One of those sleek, pretty, elegant cars. And there was a family inside. And we drove to some building and suddenly I was wearing this really smart, navy wrap dress and my hair was really long. And there was a huuuge polished stone, like one of those they use in SPA procedures, but this was in the colour of warm amber and suddenly all the room was in that colour. And then I saw my mom and I got peanut butter between two chocolate cookies. Such an un-glamorous ending to such a glamorous looking dream.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFMx8wRZXezpu6mPUYaWuq-BEzk6YQwvRwCbd5vsI5Du_9bK1TIVNxTSMcQKu9W2j4JRl8JlqHQyblitNyZiPIzPl7C-khxFanXqIL1NEDZ3j_yDpJye-wpBPx7Y9zB8jeWn98_5rEPY/s1600/DSCF0989_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYFMx8wRZXezpu6mPUYaWuq-BEzk6YQwvRwCbd5vsI5Du_9bK1TIVNxTSMcQKu9W2j4JRl8JlqHQyblitNyZiPIzPl7C-khxFanXqIL1NEDZ3j_yDpJye-wpBPx7Y9zB8jeWn98_5rEPY/s320/DSCF0989_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530164934207847234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Le Numéro Deux</span><br />I was in some small city and it was summer. I was in the city centre and it had this wonderful square. That square was covered in flowers of all kinds and had a bright red clock in the middle. It was a cross between a clock and a lantern. A very old lantern. And then I heard somebody calling me, but I ran in the completely opposite direction till I ran out of the city. I reached the beach, but there was a wooden fence blocking me from the sea as far as I could see (see the sea? hehe ), but then I noticed a small alley and ran towards it and then I finally reached the sea. It was cold and grey and I felt warm.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeP_Lu5T_v7niQ9en2-Xa5izDx49X447hC3hPmJ45TL19xndmTwFZvZhzH-DcG72VcqY393O3SShFzZoLcR2bt_4BhaA1KPG8mMR_-CskqYzhH_fRiMGgt3ZekHSmpg4Aqt91CxRP2FlQ/s1600/5098409242_db057542a4_z_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeP_Lu5T_v7niQ9en2-Xa5izDx49X447hC3hPmJ45TL19xndmTwFZvZhzH-DcG72VcqY393O3SShFzZoLcR2bt_4BhaA1KPG8mMR_-CskqYzhH_fRiMGgt3ZekHSmpg4Aqt91CxRP2FlQ/s320/5098409242_db057542a4_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530163859241768706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Le Numéro Trois</span><br />I was in Istanbul (please don`t ask why, as I have absolutely zero ideas) and I walked somewhere and I remeber that there were solourful scarves all around me. Then I felt something heavy in my pocket and, as it turned out, I had about nine large, gold coins there. They were really big and looked ancient. And then I wanted to get some peace, so I walked down a hill to some white house and sat there. And there was the sea again.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjennszcGX4jBuQo_IPyboaWZiZb5xCfZcLdWnXYmHWJXxH6YKG2a6q-PFuoXMCfXuY0HakgzaiayC_sENs7xrUtNFQzflQ4EbeTcRVaX_-mH4NSFX6s6WzHhDnFB3vE2DIIl2lyxc61Uc/s1600/tumblr_l4wmlzj10r1qbv8sio1_500_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjennszcGX4jBuQo_IPyboaWZiZb5xCfZcLdWnXYmHWJXxH6YKG2a6q-PFuoXMCfXuY0HakgzaiayC_sENs7xrUtNFQzflQ4EbeTcRVaX_-mH4NSFX6s6WzHhDnFB3vE2DIIl2lyxc61Uc/s320/tumblr_l4wmlzj10r1qbv8sio1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530165281530110994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYtv2dpE3yA?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vYtv2dpE3yA?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />currant of the day: prāta vētra - māsa nakts</span>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-49982661322752235842010-10-16T16:38:00.009+03:002010-10-16T18:50:04.310+03:00things i love. part two1. Rain puddles.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIyKfgZofRyXZ1At1arTvbv5LCou38SzVOQja-IWBMlofOyxz-R1DLlLdYPlrkZZMcQY5dvdVm_bQf0hcPQqxjXHQahlwiTkdxgS8rL-TI0weIza42yit6_5Y1DQnyqI1arFh0W7dH_o/s1600/tumblr_l24w63k2hE1qaqpdio1_500_large.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIyKfgZofRyXZ1At1arTvbv5LCou38SzVOQja-IWBMlofOyxz-R1DLlLdYPlrkZZMcQY5dvdVm_bQf0hcPQqxjXHQahlwiTkdxgS8rL-TI0weIza42yit6_5Y1DQnyqI1arFh0W7dH_o/s320/tumblr_l24w63k2hE1qaqpdio1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528670384137906450" /></a><br />Yes, I love rain puddles. Then there are two skies. One up in the air and the other down in the puddles. Two suns, eight clouds, ten green leafs and the uncountable stripes of pink, purple, blue, white and silver. They`re like the world`s mirror. And if you jump in them, they`ll fly and land, and make new puddles and new mirrors. And then there will be million suns and the world will smell like it was young again and all it wanted to do was laugh so loud that the sun crystals would tremble, jump so high that the stars could kiss it`s forehead, run as fast as the eastern winds, heated in the Arabian heatwaves, shine as bright as the yellow dandelions in the green meadows, and paint the sky in the color of swallow`s song on an early morning.<br /><br />2. Spiral staircases<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIHsFSy6AcnPLDKxVKoRAD4TSvRvW5KlFBZEtQ69Efe26VhsVpo3CziIwgkTNo5luNEbz8wWkU1J0RBphcJucsDSc0O_KiJNDpbwqx3AR4fK3lMsqQnbrczmn9nuJf4cgwPG00aoQrLVg/s1600/TimWalker3_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIHsFSy6AcnPLDKxVKoRAD4TSvRvW5KlFBZEtQ69Efe26VhsVpo3CziIwgkTNo5luNEbz8wWkU1J0RBphcJucsDSc0O_KiJNDpbwqx3AR4fK3lMsqQnbrczmn9nuJf4cgwPG00aoQrLVg/s320/TimWalker3_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528670384511312258" /></a><br />They always remind me of fairytales and lands of far-far-away, where anything is possible and red apples are poisonous, and kids can fly, and there are fat cats than cat appear out of blue sky and purr in your ear. Where the third son is always the smartest and you can fool the devil itself. Where because of a single pea under twenty mattresses and twenty featherbeds and toys wake up at night and live. Where there always is a happily ever after.<br /><br /><br />3. Dresses<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVL415OELycbUuhYpHmGG608OxjsA1a3tFifelhKV3lG7mgTbOwGaFiAcLgV0IhYzpvEkEWQSjJHEybbi-_3u82pwlIIYjaOdJbSjGjGfU3IM2C0w6Ip2vve4Azh-OhnJLhkpYemWyKs/s1600/kleita.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVL415OELycbUuhYpHmGG608OxjsA1a3tFifelhKV3lG7mgTbOwGaFiAcLgV0IhYzpvEkEWQSjJHEybbi-_3u82pwlIIYjaOdJbSjGjGfU3IM2C0w6Ip2vve4Azh-OhnJLhkpYemWyKs/s320/kleita.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528670392806578434" /></a><br />There`s no other piece of clothing that I love more. I don`t have a lot dresses (I have three, to be exact - the one I wore to my prom, the one I bought in London two years ago and the one I wore to the Christmas ball last year). I`m pretty picky over dresses and am absolutely in love with the 1930`s, 1940`s style dresses. I have my greatgrandmother`s dress, which is from the 1920`s - it`s heavy dark brown silk with buttons the colour of milk chocolate and when you put it on, you instantly hear the music in your ears and the sound of high heels clicking on the wooden floor in the rhythm of the song, see the red lips, old-hollywood curls and and smiles, lots and lots of smiles.<br /><br />want to see my i`m-too-in-love-with-these-dresses fall 2010 list? <a href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/modloth.jpg">these</a> are from "Modcloth" and <a href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/anthro.jpg">these</a> are from "Anthropologie". I officially want to cry.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />currant of the day: coldplay - yellow</span>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-90390542611597594962010-10-08T14:29:00.004+03:002010-10-08T15:45:06.239+03:00from macarons with loveoh gosh, this week has been totally. nuts. I think that I had about 3 tests every day, 4 hours of sleep every night and endless sheets of white paper. And exactly one small page where I doodled some glass and leaf buildings on. Mainly during English classes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIwaScuMTlTD4Z4U3cX9Pac_4Pbl7Ii4zkJka2Tmzn4aKRpdwVxn95uU_SHsL8jNdIFT7hR0gSb24yoF5RH0YvSd2F3JfFvYNpjXqhbNWkXeB0ubccn-b99o8uATZvATIL17CJYSe1Zcs/s1600/5050109045_a55299cdce_o_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIwaScuMTlTD4Z4U3cX9Pac_4Pbl7Ii4zkJka2Tmzn4aKRpdwVxn95uU_SHsL8jNdIFT7hR0gSb24yoF5RH0YvSd2F3JfFvYNpjXqhbNWkXeB0ubccn-b99o8uATZvATIL17CJYSe1Zcs/s320/5050109045_a55299cdce_o_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525645770197672274" /></a><br />And now it`s Friday. It`s one of those beautiful autumn Fridays. With warm sunshine, light breeze and red leaves. I have a maple tree outside my house and every day (or late evening) I watched it and saw the leaves turning from summer green to sunshine yellow and then to pupmkin puree orange, until, finally, I think they have reached the colour of the fall`s essence itself. I might go out and pick them after finishing this post. And when I`ll go out with my dog, I`ll walk under the chestnut tree`s and look for the warm brown chestnuts, from which I used to make beads when I was a kid. Fun days. And my brown boots will dig deep in the moist ground and my eyes will fight with billions of rays of sun. Blue vs. Yellow.And in my head there will be playing Regina Spektor`s "Summer in The City". I don`t know why, but it feels the best to listen to this song in autumn or winter. And definetely not in the summer. I guess it`s my portable summer. Whenever I hear this song, my head is automatically filled with images of heated asphalt and summer heat. It`s suddenly a summer evening, with the sun setting over the city, while it keeps buzzing, and somewhere a woman is sitting on her metal balcony of a red brick building, with heat washing over her and yellow cabs running down the street below her feet. There are footsteps down on the street. And laughter. Laughter come, laughter goes, an endless circle. Ice cubes are slowly waving it`s last goodbye to the sun until dissapear in the lemon ice tea. The sun is big and yellow, just as yellow as the yellow stripes on the metal balcony`s sofa. And then the sun is gone. But the summer remains.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsUnCbOslsjgV_D42VmWH-kbhoRlRuOqLz_wEHDFYUmz2huux0zB8Su8e45Qd3OI5D0pJu5MDUCQnmJ1IeuSSMnBPARen0DNWM7hJXlPqqk0P4wPb5kf5PnfzfU8s5whCgstdR8j5Xo4/s1600/tumblr_l9uk6xqw7v1qdh0n3o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsUnCbOslsjgV_D42VmWH-kbhoRlRuOqLz_wEHDFYUmz2huux0zB8Su8e45Qd3OI5D0pJu5MDUCQnmJ1IeuSSMnBPARen0DNWM7hJXlPqqk0P4wPb5kf5PnfzfU8s5whCgstdR8j5Xo4/s320/tumblr_l9uk6xqw7v1qdh0n3o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525645778500889890" /></a><br />I`m gonna make <a href="http://www.mytartelette.com/2010/05/recipe-grapefruit-and-anise-macarons.html">these</a> babies today. I just read that I need to let them rest for two days before using them in my case.<br />...which probably means that they`ll be lucky if they survive til tomorrow.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_wvqlC2dTdONoKnC6L1XdeyTjLjhRduLccqWwBm-S8pSERA95vybhuS4SNJAdmThGfxJxE8r6VitswogxzCZl4iIg0jVd1zw4zgnzCnqDDYnc0fF8R9Tut4ck8TdMbaT92U1lxKVtmw/s1600/4794703311_d061476a01_z_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_wvqlC2dTdONoKnC6L1XdeyTjLjhRduLccqWwBm-S8pSERA95vybhuS4SNJAdmThGfxJxE8r6VitswogxzCZl4iIg0jVd1zw4zgnzCnqDDYnc0fF8R9Tut4ck8TdMbaT92U1lxKVtmw/s320/4794703311_d061476a01_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525645775238386562" /></a><br /><br /><br />and tomorrow I`ll be hanging out with my dog and some good movies. some good friends are also included in this package. (i can`t help but add in my head "Order now for only 24.99$! Shipping included.")<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">what are your plans for this weekend, lovelies?</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">currant of the day: coldplay - shiver</span>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-47149170672310691242010-10-02T21:00:00.010+03:002010-10-02T21:37:55.283+03:00so, i saw "inception" yesterday...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkW6fNbz4p6w4d6-OvJib2RdWgY9YhLQb_IfE9Kq0DE-U2MGfr4MRyW5LxgXJqZR0sOImatbNnObu3fH6Hq6bxxmqgZVMntK3AnAr1_hQCO2zVUtpM5uAeFQFu8OLB7tjsIed2DQNWZ0/s1600/tumblr_l9dss8iPgP1qc9njco1_500_large.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPkW6fNbz4p6w4d6-OvJib2RdWgY9YhLQb_IfE9Kq0DE-U2MGfr4MRyW5LxgXJqZR0sOImatbNnObu3fH6Hq6bxxmqgZVMntK3AnAr1_hQCO2zVUtpM5uAeFQFu8OLB7tjsIed2DQNWZ0/s400/tumblr_l9dss8iPgP1qc9njco1_500_large.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523510365474695970" /></a><br /><br />I beg to differ.<br /><br /><br />and my oh my. eames was zomg.<br />i found him dreamy. *giggle*<br /><br /><br />and I love these four movies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98sT0cwGESj3FP8kzn1GuKHNtsBBMjFsX37fBldOebq9S1U_haT0QD_3l6tPFIu4elCAncxySb6s7L4F5R_-9j5r89AJgfYzezVuRR0Ku-UoALRBRk3kcW13tjSnHPgqQrczidrCSgN4/s1600/tumblr_kvgr9qlxQ61qzfeyqo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98sT0cwGESj3FP8kzn1GuKHNtsBBMjFsX37fBldOebq9S1U_haT0QD_3l6tPFIu4elCAncxySb6s7L4F5R_-9j5r89AJgfYzezVuRR0Ku-UoALRBRk3kcW13tjSnHPgqQrczidrCSgN4/s400/tumblr_kvgr9qlxQ61qzfeyqo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523517341505281202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbMamolaFV5ucDTGgI5vkDngsXtCoEdrQk9luhtwZP9BGLfhdtuLG6Xf21ZRX1Yv6BH4ZwN6N-1SZWW5kB2yePgcOQjQwTROxLl5BINy3M5MvuPZ1O8zuJltRa_Mg8rOCgY9gR0hbj2k/s1600/tumblr_l3hubrVSCo1qay9wgo1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJbMamolaFV5ucDTGgI5vkDngsXtCoEdrQk9luhtwZP9BGLfhdtuLG6Xf21ZRX1Yv6BH4ZwN6N-1SZWW5kB2yePgcOQjQwTROxLl5BINy3M5MvuPZ1O8zuJltRa_Mg8rOCgY9gR0hbj2k/s400/tumblr_l3hubrVSCo1qay9wgo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523517337899743970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGoFVO46ihz96HRR1YPqrKK14Or1mB_PQx3baJmfLHET6RDLTYOiICsWFWkA_ZpoiO4dCKgcB1u5RjcWNvwHXrauIOBXbUpNhnQFxquxGXTevdcWkH4QvecxeJP2JYzoqY6C0mnIOB2k/s1600/20090225190625.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGoFVO46ihz96HRR1YPqrKK14Or1mB_PQx3baJmfLHET6RDLTYOiICsWFWkA_ZpoiO4dCKgcB1u5RjcWNvwHXrauIOBXbUpNhnQFxquxGXTevdcWkH4QvecxeJP2JYzoqY6C0mnIOB2k/s400/20090225190625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523517335016804754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFM-UWU99JUXbPta3ujIJKm2fENma28gJGFVPzKU_85uvwRjU8AQat8KCnupe5MGmyjnmn9M8AjVKxlx0jsBTSUCtL2glZm8QWCNo9WVfRkEqbkuat02-wqOdDlPxgnOv1BBFPvUVSW3g/s1600/tumblr_l9cxemipjY1qdci1vo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFM-UWU99JUXbPta3ujIJKm2fENma28gJGFVPzKU_85uvwRjU8AQat8KCnupe5MGmyjnmn9M8AjVKxlx0jsBTSUCtL2glZm8QWCNo9WVfRkEqbkuat02-wqOdDlPxgnOv1BBFPvUVSW3g/s400/tumblr_l9cxemipjY1qdci1vo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523517909627283090" /></a><br />I`m acutally planning to re-watch <span style="font-style:italic;">Pride & Prejudice</span> tonight. *squee*<br /><br />what are your all time favourites?<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">currant of the day: kings of leon - revelry</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">p.s.</span> I actually once had a dream, in which I had a dream, in which I had a dream. Honestly. It was freaky. I was in North pole, then I was on a ship and then I was in a forest.sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-80553616497963786312010-09-25T16:56:00.005+03:002010-09-25T21:00:15.217+03:00baked apples + soft feathersToday I went to my first drawing lesson in three years. And as I slowly drew the lines of the parched leaf, I understood how much I had missed it. The sound of the pencil as it left dark trails on the uneven paper, feeling it against my white skin, leaving dark traces on my right palm, trying to achieve the perfect form of the fallen, once green leaf, which, as the cold autumn had come, had kissed the tree goodbye and fallen on the soft, brown grass, already attained shriwelled wrinkles from the gray and large raindrops of fall. The aroma of the old paintbrushes, who have danced uncountable waltzes, charlestons and foxtrots on the pallettes, filled with every possible colour you can imagine from the whiteness of clouds to the undertone of grief. The colourful paintings, the black&white sketches, put neatly agaist the white walls. The giant windows, with the rays of sun flying through them in the room with the purple floor, with a small hint of summer, as the still green leaves had stuck to the sunshines, so they would fill the room with warm golden and greenish light. <br /><br />And I don`t know how I made it without all of this.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISnDyt-edjXRMYGPxKXLGuSp-JY9gmrfSgm2kppR_MwZOASzWRDM0RbLu6hJ4b5Sc9j_XSukmUOl1urmSkE9yJmJePDC0TmXrx4-uTzUY8xkgrDkvMZLCIAoLJT2_uwGvcCqFA039Utk/s1600/tumblr_l9b1j5uIIJ1qc84rqo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISnDyt-edjXRMYGPxKXLGuSp-JY9gmrfSgm2kppR_MwZOASzWRDM0RbLu6hJ4b5Sc9j_XSukmUOl1urmSkE9yJmJePDC0TmXrx4-uTzUY8xkgrDkvMZLCIAoLJT2_uwGvcCqFA039Utk/s400/tumblr_l9b1j5uIIJ1qc84rqo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520870811247814690" /></a><br /><br />Plan for today: <br />1. Eat some gingerbread my grandparents brought from the Michaelmas fair (I`m planning to eat the one shaped like a kitty)<br />2. Watch "Mr.Nobody" or "Casablanca" or maybe both.<br />3. Make apple and raisin cupcakes with honey and spices.<br /><br />I know. I`m so busy. :D<br /><br />And I`ve been craving thiss song for the past 4 days:<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_oMD6-6q5Y?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-56315132213061252072010-09-24T22:36:00.003+03:002010-09-24T23:11:03.583+03:00the telegraph cables hum.I think that I`ve reached my lowest point this year. I mean, mentally.<br />Do you know the feeling when everything`s getting out of control and you can`t help it? Everything you care about is slowly drifting away? That`s the one. And I don`t really know whether it`s me drifting away or my friend (and I don`t think that it really actually even matters), the fact is that I don`t know what or how or when. I don`t know the answer. And now I`m loosing my friend. And I can do nothing about it. I know, I know, this happens everyday to millions of people all over the world, but when you`ve been friends for so long, been through so much together and share so much, it sucks to understand that the grand final is here. Like in a theatre, watching a play. And I`m the one sitting in the front row, watching myself through these years and trying to understand when did everything become such a mess. When and where did the ending start. <br />I guess we just grew into different ways, made different decisions, chose different things, dreamt different dreams. <br />I wish I was a kid again. Life was complicated back then too, but at least I didn`t understand it and was happy. Now I see and understand it and wish that I could just fall asleep and wake up and everything would be alright again.<br />Sadly, I can`t. Although I don`t know if "sadly" is the right word here. I know that I`ll be fine, I won`t let myself fall apart, I am too afraid to show my real emotions and feelings to anybody. I guess that this won`t seem a big thing in the end, but right now it is for me and I live in this moment. And this moment is really crappy and I want to cry, but I`ll be fine. I have to be.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqK2840AdjpvJkoADfkicSafCYO6uYUQih6k9lHfDi_kGKsG4hOCPqvK6OpbpvGJZtZhmVS885qH_MJGF2jz_ejBQqc_0T166VG4iTrs-wtUlGO-rNWkeh2icyzXOOhhwFc_O51JNlrQ/s1600/tumblr_l926ezfSu51qannrdo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsqK2840AdjpvJkoADfkicSafCYO6uYUQih6k9lHfDi_kGKsG4hOCPqvK6OpbpvGJZtZhmVS885qH_MJGF2jz_ejBQqc_0T166VG4iTrs-wtUlGO-rNWkeh2icyzXOOhhwFc_O51JNlrQ/s400/tumblr_l926ezfSu51qannrdo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520574787914021362" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />currant of the day: feist - the water </span>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-12441687443707029802010-09-20T18:42:00.005+03:002010-09-20T20:10:51.678+03:00red ribbon, golden ribbon, summer ribbonAs a good friend of mine once said "There are only six days in a week. Monday is simply a nigtmare."<br />And I definetely agree. Math test, English test, Swedish test. And Phis. Ed. too. So not a good start to this week.<br /><br />And on a better note...<br />it`s Tuesday tomorrow, right? And it won`t be Monday anymore, right? So it`s a "better note", right?<br />Eh. <br /><br />Look what I found. <br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPBbMbKSZrQ?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wPBbMbKSZrQ?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br />I should probably say that I fell completely in love with this song first time I heard it. It justs reminds me of summer, bonfires, smell of pines, cold beer, laugther, moskitos, cold water in early morning just before the heat washes over the calm dark water, loud rock music in cars as they rush down the dusty road, fireworks and those late night talks, whose memories only belong to few people. Few undeniably precious people.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ITEmq4R755Rri-tG90IgkIXq_MZIzmhktmWOsch5iXuSKL22DTI4aydOvxnWSeShcC5iln1JVs6p-LENSwXENCA6GwY_7a4rNAbHo7mLWuu7DCv3FeShEmeqgp7AMNlY0jKrNQb5NRY/s1600/dsc_0484_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ITEmq4R755Rri-tG90IgkIXq_MZIzmhktmWOsch5iXuSKL22DTI4aydOvxnWSeShcC5iln1JVs6p-LENSwXENCA6GwY_7a4rNAbHo7mLWuu7DCv3FeShEmeqgp7AMNlY0jKrNQb5NRY/s400/dsc_0484_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519035434879854722" /></a><br />god, do i miss those evenings. I can`t even tell you how much. For the first time in a real long time, I can`t find the words to describe something. These memories feel like dark green silk and when I try to pin them down and press them with a pitch black pen against the white paper, they pretend to be dead, so I couldn`t glue them to something as boring as paper. And then they run away. Safely back to my head.It`s like trying to describe a feeling, which is as airy as the ligthest of the feathery clouds and as bright as there were sixty eight thousands of the brightest electric bulbs lighted. And throw in a couple of gazillions of stars too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjacCkdAYGqVGu1hoTTbTR5WZX87t1nRr4q45o25R14cQD1MK_2QdZ2RjAnkhQr838T_Y1KSJLB3Sv5TZZUFiCPxyj7QnbhKpAOzbvSdnsuUPO3s4gKT24y2GFqVabrnLr40D6Ooaofg/s1600/tumblr_l7548homjF1qartdmo1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkjacCkdAYGqVGu1hoTTbTR5WZX87t1nRr4q45o25R14cQD1MK_2QdZ2RjAnkhQr838T_Y1KSJLB3Sv5TZZUFiCPxyj7QnbhKpAOzbvSdnsuUPO3s4gKT24y2GFqVabrnLr40D6Ooaofg/s400/tumblr_l7548homjF1qartdmo1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519035197682590306" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">how was your weekend, lovelies?</span>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-58604430412954674252010-09-15T17:47:00.006+03:002010-09-15T19:06:35.639+03:00can I have three pounds of warmth, please?it`s getting colder and colder with each following day and today, while I sat in the kitchen with a cup of hot tea in my hands, I noticed the first tree, which leaves had turned completely yellow, some even turning in the warm amber tone. Autumn got official today.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ein8ZO0ry-9YPftnGEu5SOE-pIwTiXevUrAj45WmvtP2ThL7tWcUdlABpsEDit84eJnN9MTQB1JAWtXs8XG0HosnUhjQCMq6CUhZ0Te8vF5pQKKndJTfYj1fN14_jbGVzAZOMujLVpQ/s1600/tumblr_l83nd0HU171qc021ao1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Ein8ZO0ry-9YPftnGEu5SOE-pIwTiXevUrAj45WmvtP2ThL7tWcUdlABpsEDit84eJnN9MTQB1JAWtXs8XG0HosnUhjQCMq6CUhZ0Te8vF5pQKKndJTfYj1fN14_jbGVzAZOMujLVpQ/s400/tumblr_l83nd0HU171qc021ao1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517171257603218962" /></a><br /><br />And in these 12 hours I did two things that I had never done before - one on purpose, other - not really.<br />1. Yesterday, while trying to get my blanket out the bed, I somehow managed to break my grandmother`s flowerpot. Which is something not really something oh-so-unnusual, except that the flowerpot was about 50 cm from the ceiling and even if I jumped with my hands in the air, I still wouldn`t be able to reach it (and I am most definetely not a short person.). Still trying to figure out how I did it.<br />2. I made a wishlist for fall.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4U7-48KY1FMk4uGZrnoz9GBgGDrLfnqoTGADLMqXy3DGjCREcROI5h48kg2SvL9XA504NHSXmBJhmuGq6B0jZ9P7eplI2xGVDTutQ0ahuPWZBQ-rggVQuyXy0Kez95lm-L3M34WFnkjQ/s1600/wishlist.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4U7-48KY1FMk4uGZrnoz9GBgGDrLfnqoTGADLMqXy3DGjCREcROI5h48kg2SvL9XA504NHSXmBJhmuGq6B0jZ9P7eplI2xGVDTutQ0ahuPWZBQ-rggVQuyXy0Kez95lm-L3M34WFnkjQ/s400/wishlist.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517171254593538274" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Aviator jacket</span> by <span style="font-style:italic;">Burberrry</span> (I can feel chills down my spine even thinking bout the price. €2,395. Yeah, I know. At times like these I wish I was a millionaire)<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Poised and Pretty Dress</span> by <span style="font-style:italic;">Modcloth</span> (it is purrfect!) (59.99$)<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Lots Of Glove For You</span> by <span style="font-style:italic;">Modcloth</span> (RED!!!) (27.99$)<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Knee High Leather Boots</span> by <span style="font-style:italic;">Lanvin</span> (€685)<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Masons animal-print wool-blend scarf</span> by <span style="font-style:italic;">DVF</span> (€125) <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Ducks in a Row Bracelet</span> by <span style="font-style:italic;">Modcloth</span> (49.99$)<br /><br />ugh. a girl can dream, right? <br />what`s on your wishlist for this fall? <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">currant of the day: the ordinary boys - i luv u</span>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-68080651633301083552010-09-14T20:57:00.005+03:002010-09-14T22:04:17.547+03:00painting on a wooden board.I am ill, my friends. Which totally sucks. The temperature, the cold, the sore throat - I`ve got it all.<br />And I`m staying at home till Thursday and it`s pretty much starting to drive me nuts, cause the last warm days are slipping away in front of my eyes and I can do nothing about it, not even enjoy it.<br /><br />But I decided to let you get to know me a bit better maybe, so, here we go.<br /><blockquote><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="color:#006600;">15 facts about the author of this pile of thoughts, a.k.a, Sabine:</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">1.</span> I hate boiled vegetables. Of any kind. Well, okay, with the exception of potatoes and maybe something more, which I can`t really think of right now, but I`m sure there is such a thing. Somewhere. I guess.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">2.</span> When I was little, my mom once accidentally died her hair black, although she was going for a dark-ish blonde. When I saw the result, I started crying loudly and wouldn`t let her come near me. Imagine a 3`2 tall kid with blonde curls and teddybear tucked underneath her arm running in her room, totally pissed off at her mom that she had changed her natural light blonde hair to black. Yep, that was me.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">3.</span> I love re-reading old fashion magazines.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">4.</span> I think that I once lived in the 1930/1940`s and that why I love these two decades so much.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">5.</span> Harry Potter totally kicks Twilight`s butt.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">6.</span> My birthday is on April the 2nd.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">7.</span> I used to draw. I drew from the age of 3 to about the age of 13 (art classes). I still would, as I do love it, but cause of the lack of time, I don`t go to these classes anymore. Just an occasional sketch at home.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">8.</span> My favourite subject at school might be Literature or Science, although I`m leaning towards science.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">9.</span> I have a 4 year old dog - toyterrier Nixon (yep, just like that president), although we all still call me Nick. He loves to bark and eat.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">10.</span> Me and two of my best girls have a tradition to jump in the local lake with all of our clothes every summer when we all are at Smiltene, where my bff`s countryside is at. I think that we all have developed a certain reputation in the city already (the place`s really small, so it wasn`t really that hard to do. Walking totally wet through it (two of us just in colourful bras and old jeans) must have done it. :D )<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">11.</span> I love wearing scarves. I have a ton of them and yes, I am addicted.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">12.</span> I`m also addicted to red lipstick, which I wear practically everyday.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">13.</span>I cried like a baby while watching "P.S. I love you".<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">14.</span> I have a wall in my room that is slowly dissapearing underneath all those photos, pictures, quotes, dried flowers, ribbons, and all the other things that I`ve found interesting and pinned to the poor wall.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">15.</span> I can watch the light shining through tree branches for hours. And I will never grow tired of that.</blockquote><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQl4QpQFVB-iTrkz10QA_ESqkoguKsMZJTzEBBh_9Q1sJZ-HRZWpEEsLN-z1_dHAcC-imlgwseoYucbYR3uyW2JQQtVI25WdXbjet86OeT9nbvy8F0k58PA2yjxJNwTtHFSpNNvvKwxY/s1600/tumblr_l4npj9SRyh1qbom07o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQl4QpQFVB-iTrkz10QA_ESqkoguKsMZJTzEBBh_9Q1sJZ-HRZWpEEsLN-z1_dHAcC-imlgwseoYucbYR3uyW2JQQtVI25WdXbjet86OeT9nbvy8F0k58PA2yjxJNwTtHFSpNNvvKwxY/s320/tumblr_l4npj9SRyh1qbom07o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516841610466100242" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">currant of the day: florence + the machine - bird song</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">p.s.</span> i`ll post a photo of my hair, as soon as i`ll be feeling better, deal? ;)</span>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-11177157442585030582010-09-10T14:49:00.006+03:002010-09-10T16:17:15.468+03:00my bag is stuffed with sunshines.it`s friday. usually people want to go out on Fridays. My only wish this Friday is to pass out in my bed with a warm blanket wrapped around me like a cocoon. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/tumblr_l84871AqbY1qahw7go1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/tumblr_l84871AqbY1qahw7go1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />please, let me whine for a minute.<br />so. <br />here it goes.<br />why do all the teachers assume that their subject is always the most important from those fourteen subjects I have at school!? and you can just imagine what happens when every single teacher assumes that. when 14 teachers assume that. and there`s is only one me. <br />me want a hug.<br />whining complete. thank you for your patience.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/tumblr_kthw2rQTMU1qzan0uo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/tumblr_kthw2rQTMU1qzan0uo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />on a brighter note, my bff`s coming over tomorrow and we`re going to make black forest gateau. it makes my mouth water to only think of it. just imagine - chocolate, whipped cream, cheries, biscuit. heaven itself, i`m telling you. hopefully, it`ll work out better than our lemon meringue pie, which was a gigantic flop. actually, she said that she really liked it, but I meanwhile looked at her with WTF? printed on my face. okay, so maybe it wasn`t a total fail. maybe it was just me and I should`ve understood that maybe, just maybe this might not be the perfect cake for me - I love lemons (loooooooooooove!), but I do hate eggs. Especially egg whites. Bleugh. *shivers*<br />But I`m very fond of chocolate, whipped cream and cheries. Lots and lots of cherries. ^^<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/IMG_1950_blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/IMG_1950_blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />And yesterday I had this super spontaneous idea to dye my hair ginger. At 11. p.m. Yeah. Maybe not the most brilliant idea to colour hair at eleven p.m. But I must admit that it was worth it. I went from my natural blonde to redhead. Ta-dah!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/4976661754_623b71cb31_z_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 211px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/4976661754_623b71cb31_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle the magic dust over my head! So I could fly to my the meadow of summer, where autumn`s red leaves would be covered by white, white snow and there would be the first blossoms of sunshines hidden by dark grey clouds full of big raindrops in the colour of a mirror, which would be reflecting the memories of kings and queens living in a land over thirty nine lands and thirty nine seas. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">currant of the day: the beatles - while my guitar gently weeps </span>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-89724008093688261172010-09-03T22:24:00.004+03:002010-09-03T23:22:49.961+03:00chair by the window.It`s raining hard. And it`s cold, cause there is no sun and the sky looks like a soft blanket, which has covered thousands of soldiers with it`s soft feathers. But the sky these days doesn`t look angry, it looks soft, although heavy raindrops keep falling on my red gumboots and fingers, afterwards leaving fragile trails of autumn on my forehead and shiny crystals in my hair. As the hot tea slowly pours in my body, it sends chills down my spine and leaves me feling calmed. For a second, all that`s left in me is autumn with it`s sound of brown boots on the pavements, while a quick breeze runs through the old maple trees, and they shiver and the first red and golden leaves fall from their old branches. I hear the cars rushing down the street, running through puddles, which jump in the sky in a form of a billion crystals and land on the brown-ish grass. Children laughter, as they find chestnuts under the trees of our school. The golden fall. Only autumn can make me feel so warm inside.<br />My dearest (I don`t like the word favourite) poem is by Aleksandrs Čaks. It`s called "Latvian riflman`s song to a girl". In the poem, the riflman talks to the girl, although I`ve never lost the feeling that he writes it to her in a letter. He tells her, that if she`s feeling blue, she doesn`t need to go up in the mountain, to the round cafe, where the only persons left are ladies, who smell of the best lip pomade and their lover`s cigars, where there is a this beautiful violinist and young men who look at their beloved ones for hours sitting by their one and only cup of pitch black coffee. He asks her to come to him. He has a small candle on an old bottle of balsam and a small, brownish table of solitaire, which he bought only yesterday and a glass of seaman`s liqour. He would lay his coat on the ground and the moon would shine through the window. There would be doves cooing on neigbour`s rooftop and he would sing her songs of birds and sea.<br />And this is the only poem that I always remember. I hope that I will always remember it. Even when I`ll be 86. <br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8OLb1DK9HY?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8OLb1DK9HY?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-67660852837283767022010-09-01T14:39:00.008+03:002010-09-01T18:31:15.432+03:00feels like morning in your eyes.It`s official - school`s here. Today, after 3 months of summer holidays, I got up at 7am, dressed, got on the 23rd trolley and after 15 minutes arrived at school, which, as I found out, had been renovated and now looks like there are huge cubes of mashed bananas and cement all over it. In other words, from old grey school, it has turned to a new YELLOW and grey school. And for the first time this year, I was happy to get in the building, cause being me, I had absolutely ignored the weather man last night on TV, who said that it`ll be only +15 Celsium in Riga today and still worn the blue summer dress topped with a red cardigan and a scarf. Let me just tell you, that if the max temp. is going to be only +15, this ensemble will NOT be enough. So it was quite a relief to get in the warm building after spending some time being flapped by the first chilly winds of fall.<br />After spending 40 mins in my classroom, where our teacher told us about every single change in the school in the new school year(and I fought against my huge urge to fall asleep), we were finally told that we were free to go (weee!) and after running down the stairs to the huge notice board, I found out that tommorow I`ll have classes in the following subjects:<br />1. Geography (hmm. That ain`t so bad. I mean, that the first lesson is geography. It`s definetely a gazillion times better than maths, which I had as my first subject on a Thursday morning last year. Double Math. It was hell. Try concentrating on trigonometry and logarhytms, when your mind keeps returning to your warm bed in thoughts, which you left 2 hours ago, after finally taking notice of the screaming alarm clock, which you have already turned off about a hundred million times.)<br />2. English (meh.)<br />3. Economics (a new one this year. hopefully, it`ll be, erm, not exciting, but, erm, interesting? *fingers crossed*)<br />4. German (oh, good old german. i think that this year we`ll have a new teacher)<br />5. Latvian (hopefully, we`ll talk a lot tomorrow. A LOT.)<br />6. Maths (I want to cry.)<br />7. Phys. Ed. (I can already hear the teacher screaming "Ready...Set...GO!" and we`ll all start running the first of four 600 m laps. I`ll be dead by lap nr.2. Yes, I suck at Phys. Ed.)<br />And French lesson later in the evening. ^<br />So, all in all, tomorrow seems to be ok. Can`t wait for my first culturology lesson (please let it be on Friday!)- one of the subjects I`m reeeallly looking forward to. The combination of art`s history and architecture really does it for me. ^^<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/tumblr_l7bhfyTKFn1qcnyxgo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/tumblr_l7bhfyTKFn1qcnyxgo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/4907850859_251a0fd561_z_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/4907850859_251a0fd561_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/tumblr_l7qxs3QxTq1qzfcxso1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/tumblr_l7qxs3QxTq1qzfcxso1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />I`m feeling very much like this photo here today, although I have a splitting headache.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/tumblr_l72gfunEvu1qcwbteo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/tumblr_l72gfunEvu1qcwbteo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">all photos via <a href="http://weheartit.com/">we heart it.</a></span></em><br />And I wish that I was standing on a mountain top right now. At this very second. I wouldn`t hear the honking of cars outside my window. Instead there would be only silence, louder than my thoughts and then my eyes would slowly wander across the deserts of snow and then I`d see the first mountain top. And then I`d notice a second one. And third. Fourth. Fifth. And all of these mountain tops would shine like tiny gigantic suns and my lungs would be filled with calmness and childlike excitement. And then I`d shout just to hear how far my voice would travel. And then I`d sit down and watch the sun slowly spin in circles over my head and then, finally dissapear behind the stone giants.<br /><br /><p><span style="font-style:italic;">currant of the day: norah jones - sunrise</span></p><p><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></p><p><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="color:#006600;">p.s. thank you all for the kind comments. I wish I could hug each and every one of you. *hugshugshugs*</span></span></p>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845672908945791219.post-35396939299497932922010-08-23T18:26:00.006+03:002010-08-24T11:56:55.470+03:00leaves are turning golden.My house smells like oranges and early summer mornings. It`s hard to concentrate on writing, because everytime I close my eyes, I see the ocean with small white waves dancing in it and the first sunshine of the day jumping across the blue waters, while a light breeze runs across my face and tangles in my hair. The last stars are slowly dissapearing in the rosy sky and my morning coffee tastes like Christmas.<br /><br /><a href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/hawlinknottytree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 425px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/hawlinknottytree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />By the way, today has been a very good day. It`s my grandfather`s 64th birthday today, so I baked an orange tart. <br /><a href="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/IMG_4963.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j8/mademoiselle_in_love/LemonTartSweetheart/IMG_4963.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />This is the tart before I cut it`s sides, so it`d look prettier. Oh, and there`s the baking sheet too there. This photo was taken after the tart was 5 minutes out of the baking oven and I had just put syrup-ed oranges on it. And right after I had almost spilled all the orange syrup on my clothes, cause the smell had finally reached my nose and my imagination had already started to form pretty images of carribean coast in 1920`s early morning. At least I managed to wake my common sense just in time, so all carribean images would be on the cake and not on my clothes.<br />And I met mi best friend Marta today. And we read "Cosmopolitan". And it was hilarious. <br />And yesterday (or today?) I watched "Green Mile". And I wanted to cry. And I wanted to kick Percy`s arse. And I wanted to watch Mr.Jingles perform. And I wanted to feel the scent of leaves and grass. And then I went to sleep and dreamt of the perfume of meadows on a hot summer night.<br /><br />And I can`t get this song out of my head.<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EIeUlvHAiM&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2EIeUlvHAiM&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>sabīnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04658580639781583396noreply@blogger.com12