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Sibulka's life: September 2006
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Thursday, September 28, 2006. Almost two weeks without writing here anything and pictures do not rememebr when was the last time. Over- I wont come back on blog now to it. But still it was such a huge event and inspiration that I'm quite sure I will write sth about it with the wind of time;-). Adapciak- ok lots of info I should mention here. LTT totally crazy relations unforgetable lesson about life. And how others percieve me. New people and deleates live;-). First session and feedback to them. But comi...
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Sibulka's life: May 2006
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Wednesday, May 31, 2006. Today I had a day without school no classes or lectures:). Great I went to swimming pool after a long break! 60 pool lenghts - 1,5 killometre and I feel energetic right now. Unfortunatelly our meeting in Equi was a very small one, but I cannot wait till tomorrow. Tram party- I bet there will be more people and much fun! Cannot wait to dance @ dances in tram:P. Hope Klimeczek will be ok:P;). And I manged to clean part of my room and dwelling today! Ok i have to learn some German:(.
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Sibulka's life: August 2006
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Friday, August 25, 2006. Of course its late at night. Most of the oc is sleeping and im waiting for the meeting with chair, she is late if she is not in 5 minutes im going back on party i need it as air! Huh the check in was great and the oc was great! They did great job amazing! And food and taking care! The opening ceremony sorry for me it was simply borring! Yeah i cannot believe it! After meeting- one hour-3.10, no party lots of staff for tomorrow morning huh it was not my aim for yc.life. Then we ha...
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Sibulka's life: July 2006
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Monday, July 31, 2006. Why is Sunday a rainy day? I haven’t written for a while cause I didn’t want to write here depressing staff:/. CEED is great and cannot imagine not being here but its really challenging. We had lots of movies while dancing @ dances or signing songs. Wont let me sleep calmly sometimes I feel I have more compassion towards animals but its because I sometimes cannot stand our stupidity- human beings. Evening was chill out- I ate 4. Then to the new age- on the long way time to explore ...
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Handwriting: Personal underground
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Thursday, November 20, 2008. I am back again. I cant type password from russian blog at this french keyboard, so it forces me to write in english again. However, I checked the previous post qnd its quite logical to say that. Nastya is in Morocco. The inner solitude which I feel from Frankfurt is still disturbing me; making me do stupid stuff (you know that I was just downloading UNESCO Educational reports at my first day in the office? I have AIESEC re-integration period, which means that I need new ends...
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Handwriting: The Lessons
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Saturday, December 6, 2008. People in Russian MC are AMAZING, and - refering to on of November posts - they have gender balance and THIS is the answer on the question "what does country needs". It needs balance. Stop going to extremes, we all built quite sustainable and healthy organizm and can invest in smth else than "saving someones asses". Ok Enough. I am going to sleep and you can enjoy few pics made by LCPs cell phone camera (I took only Lomo, so my weird pics will be later).
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Handwriting: One month after my 24th birthday
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Thursday, December 4, 2008. One month after my 24th birthday. Contraversial feelings: Ira may be will fly from London to Morocco in Feb, I am sitting in a very beautiful house in Marrakesh, looking at swimming pool and listening to one very talented young russian poet. I am asking the God, what for? Why by call or sms from thousands kilometers away, I learn about someones death? To save myself from fear and sleepless nights through my responsibility towards those, who are alive? May I have some time?
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Handwriting: How does the way look like?
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008. How does the way look like? On weekend I was studying, cleaning my flat and my mind, walking around the city. From people. At home, absolutely wet, tired, happy, you will sit at the balcony and look how light of the setting sun paints St.Pierre cathedral with yellow. Strange dreams for the last week - I see or beloved people whom I lost or unknown men who are taking care of me. Lost But Katya Kh. brings inspiration, as usual. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Handwriting: As a box of chocolate
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Thursday, August 21, 2008. As a box of chocolate. From early memories about Ira Ruseva:. She was chairing my first conference - AIESEC ICE in 2004, Moscow. I was positively surprised with the fact that she is bulgarian, but speaks perfect Russian. Another memory is from January meeting when she came for elections and stayed till next morning when teamleaders were presenting the results (actually, no results). She was leaving the plenary when one of them told. How many exchanges did you realize? We never ...
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Handwriting: Small notes
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Friday, November 28, 2008. When I was crossing square this morning, right in the middle I noticed a small white kitten with red and grey spots. Three-colores cats are usually "girls". So I saw little girl-kitten in Rabat, a bit lost, but enjoying, jumping, exploring. I have no idea how I look like - there is no lights in bathroom and the only mirror we have is there. So I check my makeup only looking in car mirrors on the street. And I dont know if I am already fat or still have chance:).
