october..

Well I don´t care about your modern decoration
in your home so why should you care about mine
I´ve had enough of this comfort conversation
in my mind you´re all retards anyhow

Cause if you think love will come towards you
like a warm summerbreeze
you got your head among the clouds
and you will never be free
you´ll spend
many nights alone
i know

If you don´t feel the way I do it don´t matter
cause, I´ll never know how you feel
but if you do then sure I´d be flattered
in my mind it´s all different anyhow

I think love will come towards me
like a warm summerbreeze
I got my head among the clouds
and I will never be free
I´ll spend
many nights alone
I know
I know
Cause I have and I will.

evening

it's like

It's like time stucks..

And again

Stockholm

А мысли то в первый день были темные-темные...

а потом появились нужные слова, неожиданно и так кстати.

Vienna

I adore you!

Budapest

Все слишком, слишком....

Brugge

day off

Productive and sweet evening, friends, mood and nice food :)

Мой Париж

Удивительно, как временами ожидания не совпадают с тем, что происходит на самом деле. Долгожданная поездка стала, в результате, странным жизненным опытом, который непонятно каким образом может отразиться на моей жизни. Однако, май, да, грань будет в мае, как я писала в своем блоге, но, как оказалось, это не моя грань, а грань, которую я когда-то с уверенностью прошла, даже не подумав, что на этом рубеже можно застрять. Что я хотела? Приятного общения, время для написания своих работ в центре города за чашкой кофе или чая, вкусных завтраков, воспоминаний и Парижа, хм, что же я получила – неожиданную крайность. Странно наблюдать за собой, когда оказываешься втянутым в ту жизнь, которая со стороны отталкивает.

А сам Париж? Город, запах которого я не буду искать в других похожих местах, город, который паразил наличеем мусора и людей без эмоций, город, который отбирает энергию на улицах своими высокими плотными модернистскими домиками, город, улицы которого путают и семенят, город, метро которого напрочь пропахло мочой, город, в котором каждый, даже девушка, заблевавшая свои All stars и араб, покупающий шмотье на блошином рынке, притентуют на Dolce&Gabbana, город, в котором не хочется остановиться и замереть с изумлением, и только бордовые каштаны остались светлым пятном, вместе с ещё немного трезвым Женькой, приятным багетом и литровой бутылкой питьевой воды...

night

It's just a words, nothing more.

It's comfortable..

Look, it's just a night, but the book turned mind inside out.

3 meters under the water, what could be better right now?

Maybe 2 km above the land...

See you tomorrow, small, flat, narrow, tight world.

Changing of the mood...

Changing of the style....

The best working day ever

What makes me feel good? hundreds and hundreds of smiles, funny jokes, good people, you. Tomorrow I will cut everybody to the small parts, today I'll sleep. Good bye world, will see you tomorrow, hope you will be sunny and surprising.

By the way, I love you.

day through the prism of

The day through the prism of... glass. The small ship inside the glass is drowning in the mineral water. Could you make it better using chew gum paper instead wood?

past

Ты малявала зоры на звар'яцелым небе....
(You draw stars on the maddened sky..)

waiting for tomorrow

Tomorrow will be too much unnecessary worries, excitements, scurry.. Wish it to be already Friday. Everything around is grey and damp. Waiting for tomorrow, it will come in Mai.

vvhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

just whiiiiiiiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

sky

Today is the 76th day of winter, and 8th sunny day in Vilnius during all winter. So what's new in this sunny day? Temperature 37.3, indifference to deadlines and grapes.

Conversation

Devil: (something on Lithuanian)

Me: ne suprantu lietuviskai.

Devil: o kaip suprantate?

Me: angliskai.

Devil: come with me!

Me: sorry, I can't.

Devil: Why? Are you with another devil?

Me: Yes, sorry.

Devil: Is he better than me?

Me: Yes, he does!

Devil: ooo :(

Me: don't be upset, maybe next life..

Devil: ok, see you then :*

sometimes you drive me mad

What's the fucking hopelessness?

one day

One day, yesterday, I woke up and understood that I do like my work. It's to much opportunities hiding inside, but questions is: do I need it?

Like I knew about 16 April 2006 when it was spring 2005, the same I know about May 2010. One day will turn out all life. The verge is near.

.......

sleep....

weekend

1 weekend

3 days

3 projects

3 presentations

7 hours of sleeping

1 liter beer (banana & mint)

3 glasses of apple brandy

few new people

weather

I need somebody to talk about weather. Not because I have noone to talk, just because I like to talk about weather.

pieces

I wish the sky to be the same color with the folder.

I miss you today so much even falling in pieces!

falling... falling... falling

Run, fall, run, fall, run, fall... look to the sky, the snow is falling, falling, falling.. covering your foots, legs, arms, shoulders, face.. everything is white white white white soft and cold. Don't resist. Snow will come for you. Today universe speaks.

Color spot

It's not the best illustration of color spots which appears daily in our life.

Sometimes past and future are mixing in the same moment and you are understanding that everything means nothing. The only thing really matters is the one holding your attention, making you smile and stopping time around. If time stopped 3 times it's more then an ordinary day.

Men are cowards! Girls are cowards! Let's not talk to each other anymore!

If - esli - если

What should I do if I can't do anything? To make plasticine animals for the students at 11 pm? To play tennis for the first time in my life? To shift furniture in my room? To reknit old socks?

What should I do if I still smiling thinking of you? :)

no shot today. don't care.

The tea

How to start the day if it don't wanna start?

The good way is to drink cup of ... tea. But the best way is to find present while looking for tea. And no matter what it is tea too!

Actually today I supposed to write about cake, but the main idea is not very clear, so the cake will be next time.

Long way to work

I always wanted to do some strange makeup. Frost made it for me today. But grey frozen hair and white mascara disappeared the same moment I entered campus hall. And drops felt down to the floor and register journal. Report finished, half year work is done. We can start to write new "Good job list". But the voice in my head is still whispering: you don't belong here, you don't belong here.

10 am

It was a fairytale yesterday. Today it's just a weather. Don't wait for tomorrow if you can have it today.

the first photo in this blog

It was -24 in the morning. Everyone was complaining about this fucking cold weather, especially drivers. Today many people couldn't start their cars and live ordinary day life. They had to use public transport. Disgusting! And they went by, and went by, and went by and couldn't see steam rising above the river... The sparkling air was freezing nose, making silver frost and twirling around. In the evening I got my own polar light.