although.

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I want to share with you a lovely story that my grandma told me about her young days recently.

She was a teacher and while studying at the university, one of her professors was in love with her. He was always making some jokes about her or doing some funny things to her. One of them I find very cute.

He asked the students to write complex sentences for homework and then he collected it. My grandma has written this sentence:

Although he loves her, love is not real.

The next day he gave back the homework for students and my grandma's sentence was corrected into this:

       him

Although she loves her, love is not real.

Haha, how cute is that? 

My grandma was super angry on him all the time and it lasted years! Until she graduated and at the graduation ball he took her for a dance and said to her that he's very sorry and that he was never thinking of hurting her feelings. 

Although that was the end of the story and nothing happened between them, now she still remembers him with a smile:)

xoxo

Ak.

P. S. I'm visiting my relatives this week, so I don't have much time (and internet) for my blog - I'll catch up with you later, my dears, have a great week!

[...] my breath smells of a thousand fads.

There are only two days of September left, my lovelies, are you enjoying your last sunny autumn days? I'm very glad that in Nuremberg will be 20 °C (!!) when I arrive, so I'll have more warm days to enjoy.
And one warm autumn day like this, my best friends (I love them!!) gave me a birthday present way way too early (I've got about two months to go), because I'm leaving to Germany and they said to me that my present would be too heavy to send.. and here it is - THE NEW ROBBIE WILLIAMS BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was soooooooooooooooo happy!!!! And I am still now!!!!

This picture was taken after I've got my present - strange, how the lights were caught. I'm telling you, it's my happiness dancing around :)))

The book takes us to a trip down memory lane as Robbie opens up his personal photo collection from the past 20 years. The book is chaptered into major milestones in his career and each photo is accompanied by behind-the-scenes insight from Robbie, and of course a generous sprinkling of hilarious anecdotes too. (over 250 photos!!) Here are some of these:

My problems from "what's it gonna be like to live in Nuremberg for 5 months?.." changed to "OMG, how to make my suitcase hold this book??". How easy, ha.
And then I understood: in my life I want to find as much things, which make me feel like that - so smitten, so heart-lifted, as I can. And the more different things I find, the more happy I'll be. And as for everyone:

Find something you’re interested in and keep tremendously interested in it. ~ Julia Child

xoxo,
Ak.
P. S. the fifth photo must have a note: these pictures were taken when Robbie discovered Photo Booth on his computer. haha.

info via Robbie Williams Official Site

a tough nut to crack.

photo via A Cup Of Jo

Recently me and my friend, who is also going to Germany for 5 months, had, like we called it, prom night and invited all our friends to join our last night in Vilnius.
And one friend of mine as a leaving present gave me a coconut explaining that I'm a tough nut :)!
And the first thought that came into my mind was this blog post (!!) that I've read last winter:
When our friends Jake and Elizabeth started dating, she seemed very guarded, and he worried that she might never fall for him. Looking for encouragement, he asked three of her friends about her, and here were their crazy answers...
Her first friend's answer: "Dude, she's a tough nut to crack."
Her second friend's answer: "She's an uncrackable egg."
Her third friend's answer: "She's an impenetrable fortress."
How hilarious is that? And he had asked them all separately!
Well, against all odds, Jake did woo her, and when they got married last year, my sister gave them a present of these three original commissioned prints by Erin Jang. (See how the nut is cracked, the egg is cracked, and the fortress is open?) How cute is that?

:)))
xoxo,
Ak.

[...] were lines that I couldn't change

It has been a second summer as we (me & my parents) were trying to find the place where my mother was born. It was a very small village in Žemaitija (one of the five ethnographic regions of Lithuania), somewhere crossed by two rivers, Jūra and Lokysta.

Last summer a sister of my grandfather told us that there is nothing left there and unfortunately, she didn't even remember where we could look for it, only the main direction of the road. But this summer we insisted to find it. And we did.
My aunt was right, there was nothing left, only the ruins of the house and a wooden cross (the people, who described the way for us, also told us that the cross is exactly in that place, where the school was). So this was the place, where my grandparents and my mother have lived (the second picture) til the years of 1958. There was a school, where my grandmother used to work as a teacher and they used to live in the same house. Nearby we found a little chapel in the bushes (the first picture).
As I stood there in the empty fields, where used to lived the people I love, I felt magical. My grandma told me so many stories about that place that I almost felt like these stories were my own. And while I was standing there, it seemed that all those stories started going back as the pictures of their lives where rewinding.
And at that moment I started to wonder. In how many places I was, where I didn't see anything but a nice surroundings? And maybe some people see there the whole life running in front of their eyes? (probably it is not a coincidence that in Lithuania older people call their houses "lives").

xoxo,
Ak.
P. S. I didn't have my camera with me, so these photos are from my telephone..