tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55788687250963392802024-03-13T16:02:13.840+01:00VIK'S SECRETFashion + Lifestyle + Art + Food + Photography + Musicvikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.comBlogger193125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-4261651899850574832011-05-03T15:27:00.004+02:002011-05-03T15:46:40.754+02:00Summer 2011: my notebook and ICurrently my mind is obsessed with thoughts of freedom, detachement from the commercial and corrupt.<div><br /></div><div>I suddenly felt really weak and uncreative, and I knew the only thing that could safe me would be a pen and white paper. It feels so different to write with your hand than to type. Writing is more of a physical process than I thought. The internet can give ideas but it is so clinical and unorganic.</div><div><br /></div><div>This explains my long break from blogging, and I guess after I told you 'bout those thoughts, I will have another break from it.</div><div><br /></div><div>The return to the organic, to nature, to creating things with my bare hands, to sleep under the sky listening to circades rather than artificial beats, that is what I crave. To wake up and not checking the time, to dream and draw, to pick flowers and to swim in the sea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Just a few days ago I watched "Into the Wild". It is such a touching film, based on a true story. At times i felt like shouting out "That's it! This is exactly what one should do. Just live."</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkJ1SBMNrXE/TcAGslaDo5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/fUKlgMB6V-g/s1600/LesGazelles9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkJ1SBMNrXE/TcAGslaDo5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/fUKlgMB6V-g/s1600/LesGazelles9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkJ1SBMNrXE/TcAGslaDo5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/fUKlgMB6V-g/s1600/LesGazelles9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm5wr8gDm2s/TcAGs4xFL7I/AAAAAAAAAog/4QbO-5_mbQ4/s1600/PBCoachella1118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm5wr8gDm2s/TcAGs4xFL7I/AAAAAAAAAog/4QbO-5_mbQ4/s1600/PBCoachella1118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm5wr8gDm2s/TcAGs4xFL7I/AAAAAAAAAog/4QbO-5_mbQ4/s1600/PBCoachella1118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFNXJSyKxM4/TcAGtN2Oc8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/6nusmM6WyWk/s1600/PlanetBlueApr1119.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFNXJSyKxM4/TcAGtN2Oc8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/6nusmM6WyWk/s1600/PlanetBlueApr1119.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFNXJSyKxM4/TcAGtN2Oc8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/6nusmM6WyWk/s1600/PlanetBlueApr1119.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruf4MxOFN24/TcAGtkP-D3I/AAAAAAAAAow/AGIoMysAuwo/s1600/Today24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruf4MxOFN24/TcAGtkP-D3I/AAAAAAAAAow/AGIoMysAuwo/s1600/Today24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruf4MxOFN24/TcAGtkP-D3I/AAAAAAAAAow/AGIoMysAuwo/s1600/Today24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0u-4k-pw3U/TcAGuH0ZowI/AAAAAAAAAo4/x-jrPcE15pI/s1600/TeresaPost4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E0u-4k-pw3U/TcAGuH0ZowI/AAAAAAAAAo4/x-jrPcE15pI/s400/TeresaPost4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602485325891478274" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruf4MxOFN24/TcAGtkP-D3I/AAAAAAAAAow/AGIoMysAuwo/s1600/Today24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ruf4MxOFN24/TcAGtkP-D3I/AAAAAAAAAow/AGIoMysAuwo/s400/Today24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602485316343435122" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFNXJSyKxM4/TcAGtN2Oc8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/6nusmM6WyWk/s1600/PlanetBlueApr1119.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFNXJSyKxM4/TcAGtN2Oc8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/6nusmM6WyWk/s400/PlanetBlueApr1119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602485310329877442" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm5wr8gDm2s/TcAGs4xFL7I/AAAAAAAAAog/4QbO-5_mbQ4/s1600/PBCoachella1118.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jm5wr8gDm2s/TcAGs4xFL7I/AAAAAAAAAog/4QbO-5_mbQ4/s400/PBCoachella1118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602485304671154098" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkJ1SBMNrXE/TcAGslaDo5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/fUKlgMB6V-g/s1600/LesGazelles9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RkJ1SBMNrXE/TcAGslaDo5I/AAAAAAAAAoY/fUKlgMB6V-g/s400/LesGazelles9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602485299474310034" /></a><div><br /></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-63602100720673658382011-05-03T15:22:00.001+02:002011-05-03T15:26:56.981+02:00BIN LADEN....And all I have to say is: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"WHAT IS REALITY ANYWAY?"</span></span>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-59223013881773560612011-04-17T18:47:00.004+02:002011-04-18T15:35:17.008+02:00"You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body." — C.S. Lewis<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I am on such a health trip, it's incredible. I work out, get up early, I don't drink and I went back to being vegan. I feel the benefits more than ever. I feel like a little monkey that is happy all day and swings with its tail in the tree. Or like a bird. I am trying to stick to this lifestyle until my exams are over, so wish me luck and don't tempt me with<a href="http://dresdenliving.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-singapore-sling.html"> cocktails</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you are interested I could post some vegan recipes in the coming days.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I spend my morning equipped with tape, pencil, ruler and curved ruler, measuring tape around my neck and scissors in hand, working on the cartamodello of my exam piece. The 1860s inspired Jacket.</div><div><br /></div><div>As promised here comes an ugly sketch of the final design: at least you can understand the cut of the jacket that way! I will probably take the tail off, since the only reason I put it on (to use a second fabric) is not an option anymore.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQRrG5ibCzE/Taw3wrLpVUI/AAAAAAAAAoI/SR_qTACtjbI/s400/Bild%2B7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596909746279503170" /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">I finished the papermodel of the torso, you can see the low shoulder and hip already shaping out. I am only doing one half, since my jacket is perfectly symmetrical.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1rNpFc45czY/Taw90XevJcI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/U1nBdsZV5vk/s400/Foto%2B334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596916406780110274" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-52678159756635875232011-04-12T19:52:00.002+02:002011-04-12T19:57:51.582+02:00Andrej Pejic<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuzRgsC6g1c/TaSSc50RXZI/AAAAAAAAAnw/L7odVdUxZhM/s1600/Andrej_Pejic-200x0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YuzRgsC6g1c/TaSSc50RXZI/AAAAAAAAAnw/L7odVdUxZhM/s400/Andrej_Pejic-200x0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594757662355053970" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">"Fashion is quite inclusive and good at embracing different things and different forms of beauty. It's a very liberal industry. You can be yourself. Just not overweight."</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><br /></span></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mR6sm2a5uT0/TaSScjmerVI/AAAAAAAAAno/ktSVfly7VE4/s1600/AndrejPejic5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mR6sm2a5uT0/TaSScjmerVI/AAAAAAAAAno/ktSVfly7VE4/s400/AndrejPejic5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594757656391626066" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></span></span></div></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-90155034667137151512011-04-12T00:16:00.001+02:002011-04-12T00:17:27.212+02:00Are you in your body?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 15px; "><p style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; ">Today someone pointed out I stole his book several years after I stole it. He asked me where the book was. <em style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">If I do not know where it is, I do not know where it is, and if it is with me, it is with me</em>, I said. I mean, we are all transitioning to disembodied states. We are mostly no longer located where our bodies can be found. I heard someone saying he had heard that an essay question they ask on the undergraduate application to Yale is <em style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">Are you your body? </em><br />I describe books as creatures, with joy. <em style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">I am a creature</em>, says the book in my head, stretching, and then i say <em style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; ">God damn that was some creaturely motion you had going</em>. Seriously, when i take it, it curls into me and closes its eyes and makes a sound like the barest sound of wind over the top of a glass bottle. The book never buys anything plastic, indeed. For instance, it buys only glass bottles and it keeps them, all in the drawer.<br />I know where the bottles are if I know where the bottles are, and i know they are not with me, cause they are in the drawer.</p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>found on <a href="http://sangbleu.com/">sangbleu.com</a></div></span>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-61775249453391381092011-04-05T09:31:00.001+02:002011-04-05T09:34:43.812+02:00there's still dew on the grass<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wLtUYXjUkA/TZrF942IuqI/AAAAAAAAAng/pdU1GMnGp6A/s1600/bird2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wLtUYXjUkA/TZrF942IuqI/AAAAAAAAAng/pdU1GMnGp6A/s400/bird2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591999554356034210" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aAlQ_ZJraU/TZrF9qGgkfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3DSDrL0TfME/s1600/vogueturkey11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8aAlQ_ZJraU/TZrF9qGgkfI/AAAAAAAAAnY/3DSDrL0TfME/s400/vogueturkey11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591999550398173682" /></a>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-28002433162536333772011-04-03T09:40:00.002+02:002011-04-03T09:53:01.780+02:0012 weeks plan!TOMORROW STARTS WEEK 3!!!!<div><br /></div><div>First of all, I think you should make your own 12 weeks plan, because I made mine really to match with my life. For example, this week my mum is coming for a visit, so my incentives are 1) to get a huge pile of work done by tuesday 2) to spend the most amazing time with her:</div><div>show the most beautiful places of Florence, eat in amazing little restaurants, have coffee on sunny terraces, go shopping, visit the markets and museums, take pictures....</div><div><br /></div><div>So my week's "challenge" is nothing to do with my diet, but rather with living to the fullest. </div><div>My rules: </div><div><ul><li>don't eat in the same place twice</li><li>go to school every day</li><li>work all monday</li></ul><div>Week 4 will be detox ;)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>Have a nice week and I hope where you live it's this sunny too!!!! </div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-51157761521410743982011-04-03T09:17:00.002+02:002011-04-03T09:40:17.236+02:00The end of VEGAN WEEK!!!I did it, I did not eat any animal products the entire last week!!!! So here comes my evaluation:<div><br /></div><div>What surprised me most is that I didn't feel socially crippled for one moment, if you know what I mean.. You'd expect being vegan to limit you so much when you eat out, but actually it doesn't limit at all, it just forces you to choose alternatives. When we went for a coffee I simple drank tea, another time we went for aperitivo (in italy it's big as a dinner), and of 9 dishes the offered 6 were vegan!</div><div><br /></div><div>I lost 1kg of weight in this week, which I find incredible. This is because normally I would pay attention to not eat too much sugar, no unhealthy carbs and healthy snacks only. This week I completely ignored my usual "healthy diet" and allowed myself to eat EVERYTHING that was vegan. I had a lot of sugar, a lot of carbs and probably also more fat than normal, so that's why this 1kg I lost makes a really big impression on me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Concerning the energy: I guess I didn't feel a crazy difference. A friend told me though that the long term metabolism of the body takes 28 days, and that only after that time I could really feel different.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I live vegetarian I miss meat more than I did this past week. I didn't crave anything I couldn't have.</div><div><br /></div><div>I think I will do a vegan week soon again. It would be impossible for me to commit to this for a longer period, but I admit that it did me good and most importantly of all: I had fun!</div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-23235949577938190442011-03-31T11:19:00.004+02:002011-03-31T11:29:40.483+02:00my diana...<div style="text-align: center;">I was gonna write about my Diana so much earlier!!! I got this beautiful lomo camera from my mum for my birthday, and I was gonna write about it as soon as I can present some of her photos. Well.... so far I found no photoshop in Florence that will develop pictures that are analogue, and spread unevenly on the film. They managed to give me the negatives, but what do you do with negatives????</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>This is a classic case of "THE COMPUTER SAYS NO." Yeah yeah, "the machine cannot read it, if you can't tell me the format". The format changes, so what can I do? No more fun overlaying? no more square or half formats? I will write to the lomo office, maybe they know help. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>THE ART IS DYING. hmpf. (the negatives do look like they'd make some pretty cool pictures btw)</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LKm8AcppWQ/TZRJNm10b_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Fig39nVy8Zc/s400/Foto%2B336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590173535587037170" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-33403525893073059522011-03-30T21:52:00.004+02:002011-03-30T22:09:01.673+02:00Vegan Foodlog: Day 3a culinary rather boring day:<div><br /></div><div>8.28 stressed out whole wheat cracker, running to school</div><div><br /></div><div>11.30 also stressed out vending machine crisps at school</div><div><br /></div><div>12.37 finally home and rest of the fantastic beans of yesterday (warmed up for the 3rd time they had lost most of their glamour, none of their deliciousness)</div><div><br /></div><div>16.12 a new invention: a selfmade eggplant, tomato, sweet onion cream on WASA wholewheat crackers</div><div><br /></div><div>18.00 some dried plums and tea</div><div><br /></div><div>19.44 thai rice noodle soup, followed by some lao nai nai (chinese horse nuts, so hard to bite that my friends and I tried multiple times to boil or fry them. no. apperently not.)</div><div><br /></div><div>and here it comes, the first slip: 21.29 a small Rittersport square. AND AS IF THIS WASN'T ENOUGH... haha guess the flavour............. yoghurt. ha. milk. dairy. And my vegan world fell apart as those uninvited amino acids entered my system. </div><div><br /></div><div>New try tomorrow!</div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-2705019818981277332011-03-30T19:40:00.004+02:002011-03-30T22:07:49.126+02:00Daria Werbowymy current favourite Model at the photoshoot for the editorial "Ave Maria" of V magazine..<br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/9648354?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p>DARIA BY MARIO TESTINO from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2820076">V Magazine</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-32042317946124121342011-03-30T18:32:00.007+02:002011-03-31T12:09:59.131+02:00AnnaaaaaHAHAHAHA!!! This woman makes me laugh! <div><br /></div><div>The first 13 seconds I thought "PFF what a bitch, she needs attention sooooooo much. oh wow, how awful, embarrasing!!!! waaah thank god that I never never behave like this when sober." Followed by a self rightious "HA."</div><div><br /></div><div>Then 20 seconds in, when I overcame my inner witch, I just couldn't help smiling, then laughing. And finally I admitted to myself, I love how freely she moves, I LOVE HOW MUCH FUN SHE HAS!!!! tadaa! It's nice to not care what others think, I hope she brightens your day too!</div><div><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/G6hOh_6kjZw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /></div><div><br /></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-91181045368011911672011-03-29T21:11:00.003+02:002011-03-29T21:18:29.345+02:00Patti Smith<div>There is so much truth in what she says. What I found most striking is when she says "take hold of your world".</div><div><br /></div><div>In 2 minutes the friendly people living in the hotelroom opposite my window will be able to observe me plastering "TAKE HOLD OF YOUR WORLD" on my wall. I interpret it like this: I am the creator of the world I live in. Media, people, politics or religion cannot limit me or force their direction upon me. I will take hold of the world, I will make it mine.</div><div><br /></div><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSmYFwjYzfg?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSmYFwjYzfg?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-26637232443080989712011-03-29T20:34:00.003+02:002011-03-29T20:44:26.568+02:00Vegan Foodlog: Day 2I am almost through the second day, and still not put off! And I didn't feel one moment like I was missing something (and that means something if you consider my appartment being flooded with the smell of freshly grilled kebabmeat from underneath).<div><br /></div><div>9.00 a tangerine, an olive, then a spoonful of the lunch I precooked for later which burned my mouth so bad that I didn't eat again til after school, and instead cooled my mouth with icecold coke... </div><div><br /></div><div>15.00 most delicious meal of the year, white means cooked with canned cubed tomatoes and one of my legendary sauces (spinach, sour onions, bellpepper, celery, dried plums, vinegar, soysauce = slightely sweet mediteranean taste)</div><div><br /></div><div>16.00- 19.00 my usual snack behaviour of chocolate biscuits, olives, fruit and tea</div><div><br /></div><div>19.30 second time of my fantastic bean dish</div><div><br /></div><div>rest of today: greek coffee (thanks lena!) biscuits, and maybe a third portion of the beans. My idea for tomorrow: vegetable curry and rice. </div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-44684739872009193012011-03-29T16:14:00.006+02:002011-03-29T20:32:13.124+02:00Update on school work<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Two more months to go. I have a whole lot to do, but the 2 biggest projects are the only ones I will try to update you about. From the two collections we will realise one design each.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Knitwear:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The objective: create a collection of knitwear pieces, that don't fit into the standart categories of clothing. (no scarf, no dress, no jacket, instead for example, jacketgloves, skirthood...) Inspiration should be taken from european folkore.</div><div><br /></div><div>I chose the folkore from the region Estremadura, and for the final piece this specific picture has been my main inspiration:</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fUTgjQx6qWA/TZHrHaUuTpI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ZWIM4FMJcrk/s400/Imag%2B113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589507125101350546" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-un93Ep7L7vg/TZHq_mq7OhI/AAAAAAAAAmw/p-JcY-wBtvg/s400/Imag%2B115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589506990976743954" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Next update I will write about the material, and show you the sketch of the final design, and maybe some handknitted swatches.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sewn Project:</div><div><br /></div><div>The objective: Chose a specific painting from the period between 500 BC until 1900. Research the fashion of the period, and the character portrayed. Design a jacket.</div><div><br /></div><div>My Project: I chose this painting by Ange Tissier. Paris, 1860, "Algerian Woman with her Slave". It is a beautiful artwork typical for the Oriental Theme in Western Art of the 19th century.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wrMmgrSNRBs/TZHskANiEOI/AAAAAAAAAnA/0HWivi5iX0g/s400/Ange%2BTissier-469428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589508715819700450" /><div><br /></div><div>Design and more news soon!</div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-85027241336425519212011-03-29T15:56:00.006+02:002011-03-29T16:02:51.680+02:00another look I love!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bS1LaFAlKI/TZHleHeT7eI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ABbxtAXkGuU/s1600/1166350_me_inbeige_knit_chain_and_beige_trousers_layout_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5bS1LaFAlKI/TZHleHeT7eI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ABbxtAXkGuU/s400/1166350_me_inbeige_knit_chain_and_beige_trousers_layout_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589500918108515810" /></a><br />The trousers, the knitted chain, his bangles an belts around the wrist the colours. I feel inspired!vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-52967798333724349742011-03-28T23:26:00.000+02:002011-03-28T23:31:26.935+02:00sweet leather!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH-N9mOqwR4/TZD99WLLVhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/M_-VbwVV2NM/s1600/10997a.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RH-N9mOqwR4/TZD99WLLVhI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/M_-VbwVV2NM/s400/10997a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589246367933093394" /></a>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-27449584785462223142011-03-28T23:20:00.005+02:002011-03-29T20:31:43.354+02:00BIGGEST MOTIVATION<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I am about to tell you a secret that might change your self motivational behaviour completely. I hope so, otherwise it's not worth so much. <div><br /></div><div>Here Is what I discovered, and how from last week I motivate myself to do anything (my homework, workout, even the nasty cold shower after the warm shower that is supposed to tighten tissue and what not.... </div><div><br /></div><div>I BET MYSELF I CAN'T DO IT.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And then pride hits in. And the thought, "I can do anything I want to, you will SEE you nasty bitch, that I can do it." Thank god my brain is stupid enough to be tricked by the made up competitor.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I bet that I will never be able to last a week in this vegan game. It's impossible. One day I'll be weak and drink coffee with milk, at least. SO now watch me win this bet :) </div><div><br /></div><div>TRY IT! Bet yourself!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iM1KSKXba4c/TZD-WVkfnZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/fkJPS8QKplc/s400/muskel_blue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589246797267574162" />vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-49604258780891248372011-03-28T20:27:00.003+02:002011-03-28T20:44:04.290+02:00Geocaching!pronounced: geo - cashing<div><br /></div><div>No internet clearly does one good! Or at least small quantities of it! I had heard about geocaching before, but only last week, when a friend mentioned it again, I took a leap.</div><div><br /></div><div>WHAT IS IT?</div><div><br /></div><div>It's the coolest shit, really. It's like a modern day treasure hunt. It is more abou the finding, then about the find. Mostly you just find a little logbook anyway. </div><div><br /></div><div>It works like this: </div><div><br /></div><div>First: you get a free membership. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then: you look over googlemaps for caches in your town, or the town you are visiting. You'd be surprisehow many there are. Even in my tiny home village there are some hiding spots. </div><div><br /></div><div>Next step: you read the describtion of the spot where it's hidden, ususally the place is of some historical or cultural interest, or simply has a nice view. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then: you decode the hint for the hiding place. (doesn't that already sound so adventurous???) </div><div><br /></div><div>But wait, the true fun starts when you get there. You are looking for a tiny object, behind metal posts, inside the holes of the walls, underneath benches, AND NOBODY CAN SEE YOU. because you understand, someone who isn't in the game, won't only find you weird, they might think you are a criminal (or, it could be fun, when people discover you and your friends hectically searching the wall for holes to scream "DELY, I TOLD YOU NOT TO HIDE THE HEROIN OUT HERE!"), or they will try to also find something! or they might destroy the hiding spot after you leave it... oh oh... did I animate you enough? </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.geocaching.com">CLICK HERE FOR THE ADVENTURE TO BEGIN.</a></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-19400301050054624422011-03-28T19:22:00.003+02:002011-03-29T20:32:36.819+02:00bored of the same songs over and over?Try this for a positive surprise!<div><br /><div><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bThnYvo3smo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-63363641874185425662011-03-28T19:18:00.001+02:002011-03-28T19:21:00.247+02:00Break some rules - live faster!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdbRz4oy8FA/TZDDYWiLCKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6oFEZ2hIPXw/s1600/167962_139201952809650_102765816453264_246447_6408923_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EdbRz4oy8FA/TZDDYWiLCKI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6oFEZ2hIPXw/s400/167962_139201952809650_102765816453264_246447_6408923_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589181960699971746" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-33665383069549304142011-03-28T18:58:00.008+02:002011-03-29T20:33:13.442+02:00Vegan Foodlog: Day 1times are just roughly and to give you a logbook feeling :D I didn't really take a log like this, I am just trying to make this seem a bit professional, bear with me! And you will notice, I do infact eat all the time, I can't do long without having a snack.<div><br /></div><div>09.14 Porridge, cooked in water, with a bit of cocoa powder, maple sirup and a banana, and tea</div><div><br /></div><div>10.03 an orange, an apple, then some olives </div><div><br /></div><div>11.37 several high fibre chocolate biscuits (several? there are none left now....)</div><div><br /></div><div>12.45 a soup containing cabbage, spinach and celery mainly, seasoned with a sauce I had made before (fried onion, chili and honey sauce) (I like to make sauces and keep them in empty olive glasses, they last about a week usually)</div><div><br /></div><div>14.12 more of the soup, more biscuits and another tea</div><div><br /></div><div>16.07 out to buy artsupplies, icecream on the way! in my case: strawberry and raspberry sorbetto, entirely without milk!</div><div><br /></div><div>17.55 seaweed salad grabbed from the chinese takeaway in my street</div><div><br /></div><div>18.30 an alarmed call from my dad. Asking if I already feel the the dreadful effects of the lack of amino acids in my diet (WHICH CANNOT BE CONTAINED IN PLANTSNO.) and if I'm hungry. also A MAIL. if I am hungry.... </div><div><br /></div><div>20.30 chocolate biscuits and tea. </div><div><br /></div><div>23.00 an accident happend. NO people, I DID NOT FAIL AND EAT CHICKEN YET! noo, of course not! have some more trust! No, what happened is this: I cooked some white beans (fagioli cannelini for who wants to learn italian while reading my blog) for tomorrow's lunch. And yay they were so soft and perfect. So I took a small quantity of them to test the seasoning for tomorrow. It was delicious, and I had some sauce left, so I thought, oh what a wonderful idea to prepare it all now AND EAT IT TOMORROW. hmpf, I guess I can also have broccoli tomorrow :) </div><div><br /></div><div>On the bright side I managed my first vegan day, without any torturing cravings, a full stomach, and no carrots. Very much looking forward to the energy boost that I promise myself from this week's project. And by the success of today I could imagine living as a vegan, of cours not affraid of a few weekly exeptions!</div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-11530352294946733912011-03-28T17:23:00.003+02:002011-03-29T20:33:53.807+02:00My 12 weeks plan!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JyNN5zQelII/TZCyGdaDAoI/AAAAAAAAAl4/YZSe2ieXYFc/s1600/Foto%2B321.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JyNN5zQelII/TZCyGdaDAoI/AAAAAAAAAl4/YZSe2ieXYFc/s400/Foto%2B321.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589162961609622146" /></a><br />Yay, while absent from the blog I came up with new ways to entertain myself!<div><br /></div><div>I made myself a 12 weeks plan, with the purpose to challenge myself and keeping my body in top shape! Every week has a topic and is an adventure in itself. It won't force me to be consitent, rather inventive. </div><div><br /></div><div>Right now we are in week 2. MY VEGAN WEEK!!!!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>Ok, this isn't because of the poor animals, but because I heard from different sources about the positive side effects of being vegan. I tried to find you a cool link for this, but they happen to be all uncool, so either google it yourself, or enjoy my very condensed list:</div><div><br /></div><div>weightloss, healtier hair, gums, and teeth, more energy, more libido, no body smells, more creative cooking!</div><div><br /></div><div>So my challenge is: no animal products for one week, I am curious if I feel a difference. I will keep a food log on this blog, so you can see what I come up with and I can persude the last ones of you that being vegan doesn't mean to chew raw carrot only (my dad was affraid I won't get enough fat, and gave me a 1h sermon about all non-animal sources of fat and protein. nice, huh?) </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.cottoecrudo.com/it/">One very nice blog featuring italian vegan kitchen!</a> to give you a nice start :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-59343633415772060982011-03-28T17:18:00.003+02:002011-03-28T17:23:16.958+02:00HIII!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJZM3CdQiTc/TZCn0DpY82I/AAAAAAAAAlw/O4_SG04b3mU/s1600/97160_4_468.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NJZM3CdQiTc/TZCn0DpY82I/AAAAAAAAAlw/O4_SG04b3mU/s400/97160_4_468.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589151650340729698" /></a><br />I'm back to blogging! yeah, I need those breaks from it, I could never blog prfessionally.. I just don't like routine.<div><br /></div><div>Like my nice roommate Dely quoted:</div><div><br /></div><div>"EVERYTHING IS MAGIC UNTIL IT BECOMES ROUTINE."</div><div><br /></div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5578868725096339280.post-53078668221506302632011-03-08T01:30:00.002+01:002011-03-08T01:39:02.215+01:00THE COMPETITION IS OVER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMmAZ2AwH50/TXV4ttwkDiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/SFdkJey6vts/s1600/Foto%2B318.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OMmAZ2AwH50/TXV4ttwkDiI/AAAAAAAAAlo/SFdkJey6vts/s400/Foto%2B318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581500039968329250" /></a>Here we go, the competition is over! His name is Hitler, and my roommate chose the name. I can't appreciate this name at all times, so I usually call him Adolf, Adolfo or Oscar instead.<div><br /></div><div>Unfortunately the facebookpost of another friend gave the right answer away, and I'd find it unethical to reward someone with the advantage of having insight in my facebook account. It's unfair to those people who actually borrowed books about the Bulgarian history and humour in the library, and I know some of you did!</div><div><br /></div><div>But since you all (my two main readers) got so excited I will start another competition soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>For now I say bye with the word "TENG" and a diagonal stroke with my index finger.</div><div><br /></div><div>PS: that's what koreans say and do to express "you guessed wrong!!"</div>vikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666059849270290880noreply@blogger.com1