This will light up your day, I promise

It seems like I’ve suddenly started to promote my country Croatia furiously haha, but I really, really love to watch Eurovision / Eurosong contests. It is one of my guilty pleasures. Don’t tell. 😀

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And this year we are back, participating. With the amazing queen Nina Kraljić, who is so incredibly humble, nice and talented. She is the winner of our first “The Voice” contest. I have no idea how many years I was embarrassed by the songs that were chosen to represent us. But not this year! 🙂

I simply love love love her voice and this song is so magical. It transcends me to a different world, like a dream… I hope you like it as much as I do.

OK, 50% will do. 😛

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Where are my glasses?

This is from Marilyn’s post, but it could oh so easily be mine. 🙂

I lost my prescription sunglasses during the wild and crazy weeks of October 2014 during which we were on the road most of the time. I don’t know precisely when they vanished or where.

OK, I took third and fourth sentence but I felt it needed some explanation. I don’t feel the need to include this in my post, since every half an hour my sentence in real life is “Where are my glasses?”

I am a member of “I lose my glasses AT LEAST three times a day” group on Facebook, it is THAT serious. And, in fact I don’t have them on right now. Where are they?

Just a sec…

Found them. On a table. Three rooms away.

So, If by any chance I end up on a road for some time, this sentence could became mine.

Also, I found incredible page with stunning photos every day which have provided my curious mind with incredible photos of a Solar Eclipse from few days ago. Do check it out if you like awesome stuff: APOD.nasa

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Peace out. Ivy ❤

If you ever loved someone put your hands up…

After a lot of Prompts from Daily Post which left me going “Nope.” ( like the one, write your obituary. I mean… 😕 ) finally a good one. Aaaand it was on my birthday. Double like.

First of all, my jukebox brain is already singing so…. You already know how this goes. 😉

Love is universal. Love is a savior.

I wish that everyone who does not know what love feels like experience complete and ultimate acceptance and encouragement to be who they are and to build their life around that answer. You who are reading this! Yes, I wish that for you. Love yourself.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Want to Know What Love Is.”

It is 8 o’clock

Rest in peace good man.

Rest in peace kind man.

Rest in peace, you who were always there to land a hand, to help others.

Rest in peace, you who I never thought I would have to say goodbye so soon.

Your daughters are good, I have seen them yesterday. My friend and I cried and hugged and talked.

And we don’t understand.

Why.

And we are a bit angry.

Because we know why.

And we are so, so sad.

Because we wanted to help.

If we had known….

Rest in peace good man.

You will be missed.

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I would put a heart pendant in the “Time Capsule.” Love is what we have, what we need and what is important. And my love is the only thing I could give to my friend who is grieving.

This post is dedicated to a loving father and neighbor who left us too soon. 

No nightmares, just cuddles.

Daily Post… You can’t make a Prompt with song title and not expect for my jukebox brain to do this! 😉

I would like to have more nice dreams, you know. I tend to have nightmares. Well, not maybe nightmares, but definitely bad dreams. Sometimes I wake up shaking. When the dream isn’t that bad, I just have to catch my breath and repeat like in this song… “It was just a dream, just a dream…”

I have no idea why I dream so much. Bad dreams, that is. And most often I remember them.

So, I will not imagine my nightmare choice and my nightmare doors. If I had that choice in my nightmare behind the door I picked there would be something horrible. Instead, I want that the door I pick open up and I realize it is a dream and woke up. No nightmares. Just cuddles. 🙂

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Just a Dream.”

Thirsty for love.

(Picture people rushing in a crowded street)

She is in denial.

Running running running.

No silence. Please.

Can’t stand to think about it.

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(Picture engraved black letters on a tombstone overgrown with weed)

Self hate.

So strong.

Engraved. Accepted. 

Feared.

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(Picture an old well.)

Sadness as its own purpose.

Despair. 

It physically hurts.

She is confused.

Thirsty for love.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Three Perfect Shots.”

That was three shots, but I have the fourth.

(Picture woman standing in light, light goes from inside her and outside, it surrounds her.)

The wall has collapsed.

And she liberated herself.

She found a well.

She is not as thirsty anymore. ❤

The horror of formatting!

I wanted to make a post (long planned) about a decoration I made from scratch from my idea and I needed photos I took. SD card from my camera was messing with me for a while, I couldn’t get it in the camera, we thought the mechanism broke (oh no) and today we got involved a bit more and really tried to see what is happening. After unsuccessful attempts to make the camera recognize the card, I placed it in the laptop. It recognized it last time but now…nope. “Needs formatting”

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All Christmas photos, snow photos… Gone. Photos of my decoration…gone. 😦

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I have found a tool online that is supposed to recover your lost files so I am waiting for it to scan everything. Thank God on smartphones! I took a lot of photos with them so now I actually HAVE something to show, not in the quality or the way I wanted, but it is a blog-saver. 🙂

Why am I writing this as a response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Use It or Lose It.”? Because there are SO MUCH worse things than this one – like the terrible illness we went through in January and some difficulties now. That was intense. I am actually thinking of getting a flu shot next winter! Being almost 27 yo! I do not want to go through that kind of hybrid flu ever again. Ever.