Do you really want to live forever?

I just watched this and… I had to make a post. πŸ™‚ Today is first day of Autumn, and I don’t like when summer ends.

No matter what are your opinions about Jay Z and Beyonce, put that aside, just look at the beauty of this video, the people who look like stars in the sky, the “Forever young” song, look at the cutie Blue Ivy is… Look at the joy in their eyes when they look at her, and please, look at the ending. πŸ™‚

Everything has an ending, but if the journey was good… It is ok. I’m ok with it. This summer was more like an extended spring, so it left me feeling like something is missing. But, I am not going to be sad for the next nine months. I will find the good and the joy. πŸ™‚ So maybe I would ask a person I just met aΒ whole bunch of questions, but in the end, all I really wanna know is what they can’t tell me – their passion, their kindness, their simplicity and positivity… Their enjoyment in life. Their ability to overcome problems, even the hard, scary and consistent ones.

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“Forever young, I wanna be… forever young…”

This photo is 2 years old. I wanted to find a photo of me acting silly - which I have plenty, but this is from the same day the photo in my "About me" is and since there are some changes going to happen really soon, I figured this is the perfect photo for this post. :)
This photo is 2 years old. I wanted to find a photo of me acting silly – which I have plenty, but this is from the same day the photo in my “About me” is and since there are some changes going to happen really soon, I figured this is the perfect photo for this post. πŸ™‚

One for the Monday ;)

Have a great beginning of the week. Here it is raining – therefore, I am staying in my bed. πŸ˜€ Also I need to figure out bunch of stuff of which I can’t talk about, otherwise it will not be a surprise. πŸ˜‰ So, I guess I have to develop a skill that includes “chores from bed” and I stamp the Copyright on that name right here and now.

Thanks for the huge response on my last two posts. ❀

You! Yes, you! I have something to tell you!

I don’t know if you’ll get it, but maybe you will. I don’t know if this is some weird process of self-healing or just life, but it is easy for me to feel “less than”… Because I always push myself for more than I can handle. Always.

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I thought about my frustration with not being able to connect with more of you guys/girls and I got the solution.

I want you, my dear reader/follower to like this post, comment something, let me get to know you if you want.

My list of followers says nothing to me, I want to check out people who actually come here, read my blog and like what I have to say… πŸ™‚

Don’t be shy, comment, express your opinion. Now, how about THIS for ten minutes, DP? πŸ™‚

I have something to share I saved long ago;

I’m gonna keep doin’ my thing, keep inspiring, keep sharing my crafts, photography and recipes… I don’t wanna think about the numbers. I want to think about the people.

Lost in translation? Pros and cons of blogging in your second language

I am sad. 😦

I had to decide when I opened my blog if I wanted to write in English or Croatian. I chose English, I challenged myself. I want to reach out to so many people… I don’t want the language barrier to stop me from that. In the other hand I knew what my decision meant. It meant I will have very few readers from my country, from my region. I knew it, and that is exactly what happened.

I feel like I’m pouring a glass of water, but the glass is too small. So, tons of it gets spilled in the process. I can’t express myself, I can’t do it fully. I really hope that my personality shows here. I am very witty with words in Croatian. I can’t transfer that.

I want to reach a wider audience, but to do that I need to read as many blogs as I can and connect back with the people who connect with me. I can read about 10 – 20 posts in a row because it takes a lot of energy to understand them fully, and that is when I find the time to do it. Numbers make me sad, they take away the magic of this place for me.

I am trying to think of another way to start my sentence than with an “I”.

I can’t.

I don’t know what to do, I feel limited. I feel like I should deliver a list of things when blogging in English benefits and when it doesn’t. But, all I can say is how I feel. I gained the world and lost myself. In translation.

How about that for a ten minutes, DP?

You inspire me!

Yes you do! I have been chatting with my readers and bloggers I love – Hiiii girlssss πŸ˜‰ ❀

And I encourage others to comment and give chatting a chance because… No, because, you don’t need a reason. It’s awesome and surprisingly rewarding πŸ™‚

I learn a lot with chatting with you, you are all so supportive it makes me feel grateful. πŸ˜€

So, in conversations I got ideas for my future posts. Now, I don’t have time for all the ideas haha XD

I just wanted to tell you how awesome you are…

I will write about drinks in Croatia, post a lot of photos so you can see how was my cloudy summer and post some more recipes. Can’t wait!

This is for Zee – who two posts in a row has an honorable mention. Am I off the hook with Monopoly money? πŸ˜€

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Don’t worry, be happy. Even though I have a headache again, I am looking forward to post all the things I have in mind. πŸ™‚

Absolute Beauty!

I just HAD to write something to today’s Prompt! I had had had to πŸ™‚

We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? Is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?

I have been thinking today how all of you are so beautiful in my mind. For most of you I don’t know how you look, what color are your eyes, how much do you weight… I know you by your kind comments, sparkling personality, creative spirit and encouraging nature. AND THAT IS BEAUTIFUL TO ME. ❀

I see you as Supermodels in my head. Like the person other people see as beautiful is not that special to me if she/he doesn’t have the spirit, the soul, the kindness, the humanity.

I feel that so much beauty is hidden from this world because of fear. Fear of facing rejection from who we are. Fear of being mocked. But the most powerful fear is the one in which we don’t accept ourselves and don’t love ourselves. But even if we do, being reject from others still hurts… Despite that, show it!

Just show it! When we show our self, the person we really are, when we share our dreams on a plate to the world what happens is that most of the time world is left speechless. Moved.

Beauty of a dream, beauty of a talent and beauty of strength is so inspirational. So perfect. It is the essence of us and I can’t help but remember the poem I wrote about a pearl inside each of us… Click;Β Pearl in the Shell ❀

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I have a gallery for you… Watch it with this music in the background πŸ˜‰ JOHN LEGEND – ALL OF ME

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I am so sorry I don’t know the source of every photo here, it’s Google but I don’t have the exact. Beauty is everywhere. πŸ™‚

It’s amazing what a little funny can do

Thank you Zee for this. Now I have another song in my head πŸ˜›

I can thank Ellen DeGeneres for the title, since she said it. Maybe someone else said it too, but I remember it from her πŸ˜€ Β (Also, does anyone know how can I watch her show on internet? Any info is welcomed…)

It is true, for me at least. A good laugh can brake some serious shit.

“And it feels so empty without me! La la la la la la la la la la…”

Shut down the noise

Never before was I aware how much noise affects me than now. It has a really big impact of how I feel and on my health. I get distracted and stressed out, now I notice it and I know from what it is. DP; Overload Alert

Block the noise

Shush it down

Turn off the TV

Nothing smart is never on

Shush them all up

They speak just to hear their voices

Silence the traffic

If you can’t block it

The music will stop it

Put on the earphones

Even on mute

Life is better

When I shush the noise.

I dare to dream big!

My childhood friend got married. Not ground breaking news? Let me elaborate…

I had three close childhood friends that I remember vividly outside kindergarten and school… When I was teeny tiny I had two, lets call them A1 and A2, because of their names, which start with A. πŸ™‚

We played hide and seek, learn how to ride bikes and climb trees, tease other boys in the street and let them tease us, play any kind of game with ball and dolls, have picnics, play word games and talk all the way until the street lights went on and it was time to go home. We were a trio and we even had our cats to match which we named but sorta forgot about them so poor cats had to figure out the world without three girls chasing them. Then we start school which was a ground breaking point for our trio because one A was a year younger from other A and me, that meant our world were completely different now. Also, I got a sister which turned my life around, and when I started school, my sister started to talk. That’s a trouble. And more so, she was easier to handle so my mum will “give her” to me to take care of her. You know how hard it is to play AND take care of your little sister? Of course you do. πŸ™‚ That was a turbulent time and our friendship didn’t pass the test. I have found another childhood friend who was between me and my sister in age so she could play with both of us. That was a beginning of another trio that lasted up until I got super old and serious and turned 12. And then 13. No way I could hang out with younger than me, I was a TEENAGER.

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But, friendship between me and A1 still continued, even though not as strong as before. Now it was about real stuff, saying hi in the school hallway, chatting when we would meet in the street, catching up about our lives… So many topics were to be covered. πŸ˜‰ And then we finished elementary school, we were super big now. Now we hung out almost like adults, talking about boys and our future… Busy schedule divided us but we sure did catch up from time to time. Last time we were chatting I think we were 15 or 16 years old. Talking about high school and stuff… You know… Cool stuff. We were both straight A students with honors so there were not so much partying involved in our conversations, one more reason we got each other. And then I moved from there.

Years passed by. Facebook happened. I had to open Facebook to get extra credit at online media at college. And I got hooked, like everyone else. I knew that she had a boyfriend and left to USA, I have no idea how I knew that. And one day, we befriended on Facebook. It was of course nothing like our childhood friendship, but that is how life works. That doesn’t mean I don’t cherish it. She went on a college for an astrophysicist in California, which even now as I write it sounds like a movie to me.

My childhood friend got married. To a boy she went to USA with. She is living there now. Her wedding cake was an observatory similar to this one;

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She is an astrophysicist. My gummi-gummi partner and hopscotch rival. Isn’t that crazy? And amazing?

I am happy for her but I can’t help but wonder how much lives can go apart. We are taught not to dream big. After high school you can choose, either work or go to college. We started from the same street and look at us now. I don’t feel accomplished compared to her. Actually, I have a feeling like I am just starting my life. Like I have woken up from the Matrix they told me my life should be and now I am making my own life and getting rid of the things that hold me back. No one told me to dream big, I locked myself in my own mental boundaries. I can see that now. I find her to be successful. Maybe she is not. But the mere fact she dared to dream and conquer her fear of unknown and worked hard for it got my full respect.

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Also, I know me now better than ever before. I know when I go after/into something I dive in. I am learning not to force it, not to push it. Patience is a virtue hard to treasure when you want something so badly. What I have learned is that nothing I forced to happen doesn’t make me happy. It makes me happy for that second I accomplish it. It doesn’t make me proud of me. With patience when stuff happen, I am proud. I am happy. I am fulfilled. No one tells you that patience and loving yourself is important. If you’re lucky they do, but no one can teach you how to achieve that. That is a path you walk alone. Good thing you have me at the same path so we can chat while we walk. πŸ™‚

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What is successful to you?

Having a job? A boyfriend/girlfriend? A spouse, kids? Chasing your dream? Daring to dream big?

THE COCONUT EXPERIMENT

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I am bringing this to Fiesta FridayΒ #33 at Angie’s ❀ . For bonus points; Count how many times I have written “coconut” πŸ˜‰

Few days ago I was walking through a local grocery store and stopped at the fruit/vegetable section. There it was. Coconuts. Whole coconuts, dirt on them, straight from the… I don’t know from where coconuts come from but I know it’s somewhere nice and warm and beachy – nothing like here. Yes I am mad about the promise made to me by nature that we will have four seasons here, one of them called SUMMER and I was let down this year. There was no summer. 😦 There was a bit of nice weather just to make it in the cities more south. Here, in my drawer, I have an angry bathing suit who did not see the daylight this year and an equally angry owner who didn’t get to wear it.

This was all necessary so you can understand the excitement and nostalgia when I saw coconuts. 6 kunas per piece (just above 1 $). After me and bf had our fun by shaking the coconut to hear the water inside, I decided to buy one. I’ve never had a “straight from the tree” coconut and I saw my opportunity. πŸ™‚

After initially telling me that I wouldn’t possibly be able to open it (so supportive) bf went on YouTube to search how to open a coconut. Turns out, pretty easy. I drilled holes by hand with corkscrew in the darker spots on top (I guess that’s where the coconut is attached to the tree) and voila, I could pour the water out. It is recommended to filter the water before drinking it, but that didn’t stop me to drink it straight from the coconut and pretending I had just find my source of water on a deserted island. Β Water tasted refreshing and sweet, with coconut flavor (shock!). It’s pretty delicious. 🍸

Next step was to crack the coconut open.Β I had a few issues opening it and at one point it became a family activity. πŸ˜€ You have to grab a hammer and do a little hit in one line in the middle of coconut all the way around and it just gives up after a while. I was lucky it opened perfectly so now I have two sides of coconut and I will do something fun and decorative with it. πŸ™‚

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Bf got everything out with a knife and I peeled off the crust left on the pieces. We ended up with a surprisingly big amount of coconut based on a size of it. Since I figured we won’t munch the whole thing and it had to be in water the whole time I searched on YouTube for what can I do with it. Turns out, a lot. Have you ever tried or heard about coconut oil? It is awesome to use instead of regular oil and it benefits your body a lot. I wanted however to make coconut flour so I found this helpful video;

My original thought was to make coconut milk, but since I don’t have a blender that flew off the table. Anyway, I followed instructions in the video and got this;

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You can use itΒ for making all sorts of cakes, it goes into anything coconuty and I know you can even make bread from it. I don’t know how that tastes, but you can… What was left was this coconut oily water and then I decided to make oil. I knew it would be a silly small amount but I was interested if I could do it. And yes, indeed, I can do it. πŸ™‚

Again I just followed the video – waited for the oily part to divide from the water, gather it with spoon in bowl and cook until the pieces of coconut turned brown. I ended up with a few spoons of home-made coconut oil.

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This is half-eaten πŸ˜‰

I encourage you to go on this adventure. I can’t believe how easy it was and how expensive coconut oil and flour is in the store. I think I will be making some more. πŸ™‚

p.s. I made home-made Bounty a while ago, so this coconut story is not over! πŸ˜‰