Time of my life

So in the last two weeks my past has caught up to me. I revived a relationship with my ex best friend, ex therapist and ex 'I Am Spy' bandmate, who I thought I'd still be mad at, but fell in love with all over again as soon as I saw her. We sat talking in a quaint cafe for hours, two years older now, but still exactly the same. We caught up on each others' our 'new lives', both eager to impress, but her eloquent, melodic phonemes flowed through one ear and out the other, as I stared at this person I'd shared my whole life with, wondering if she too remembered that time we won a prize for that mnemonic we'd made up in Chemistry.

Postcards from Italy

Last week my family and I went to beautiful Italy - partly, because of my 18th birthday, but also because we all wanted to go to Italy for such a long time and finally got around to it. Our hotel was a villa in a small town in the centre of the north of Italy, half an hour away from one of the most visited vacation spot by the Germans: the Gardasee. And after arriving at our hotel and swimming a bit, we went to Bardolino where we spent lots of time going through the quaint boutiques, and had dinner next to a beautiful sun-set.

On the next day we went to Venince - a splendid looking labyrinth. We walked through heaps of alleys, each and every single house looking adorably antiquated. Some being blind alleys where you can't go any further because there is water - and even if you can swim, you would probably get run over by a water taxi (which we took on the way back 'cause although our eyes were wide awake, our feet were somewhat tired).

We also visited Verona and Guiletta's balcony where her Romeo would wait for her. And Lazise, which was again near the Gardasee. On the last day we went to Milano, which was also very pretty.

Overall, the four days in Italy were amazing and I hope I will be able to go back again soon - maybe with S?

Now some pictures of Bella Italia...:

This was in Bardolino, at the Gardasee. I just love water, boats and basically just harbours.

Sunset behind the Gardasee. You must recognise the beauty of apricot colours. It's magnificent. I have seen too little sunsets and rises in my life but when she is there we will all watch it as a family. 

Venice, a beautiful maze. More ships and more water that I like. 

 You probably remember this dress that we bought in Turkey together. I was wearing it on our day in Venice, it matched the color of many of the houses there. Beige-ish pink.

I thought these were quite neatly hanged here.

Alley in Verona at night-time.

I will post some more pictures about the food or ones that have a story to it soon, too. Miss you. 

First day of school, bro

....and first day of being a senior. Yaya.

I guess H - my dear little Honey bunny - does not really like posing. Or maybe it's too early in the morning. We'll take some better ones next time ;)

I woke up having a very bad dream in which someone stole my suitcase on my way to Australia and Honey was in that. I immediately woke up and ran upstairs to check if my cutie was still there. And she was. ♥

It began with eye-contact.

It proceeded to chemistry.

It developed into love.

Lilly

I hope it never ends <3

Dearest of Ds,

You have probably heard about the situation in Manchester by now.

The riots in England are really getting on my tiny tits. Like whatever, mayhem is fun in small doses and movies but I'm truly horrified by what I've seen. Moronic 'young men in a complex mix of social and racial backgrounds' have been smashing and burning whatever they come across for a variety of un-agreed upon reasons, expressed by a drunken cacophony of  expletives and 'inits'. Right now everyone's glued to their tvs, waiting  in suspense; will there be a 4th night of anarchy? Will there be a fourth night of watching thugs through misty eyes, destroying the shops in which I used to buy cheap jewellry, and the beautiful streets on which I shamefully dropped my litter. The shop outside A's flat, as well as cars outside it, have been set alight and I am using all my energy impotently worrying about what will happen next.

'I wish we could all bake a cake made out of rainbows and smiles and we'd all eat it and be happy'. Wise words.

I hope you're having a better time than I am in Italy, cara. 

I miss you and humanity very much.

Last minutes of being a 17-year old

In less than an hour (in German time) I will be turning 18. Strangely, it doesn't feel unnatural. It's time to grow up, be mature and take responsibilities. I shall go voting, drunk and with a cigarette in my hand. I shall drive as soon as I get my license (which will probably take another year) cause now I'm allowed to do all these things. Suddenly, from one day to another, I'll be allowed - how strange and bizarre those man-made rules are. 

But will anything really change? Probably not. I will stay the childish, cheeky good old me. I do have goal though: to be kind and more selfless this year. And to work harder than ever, just this final year of school. 

Being 17 is one of the greatest ages, I think. It certainly has been for me. It was a happy joyful year, probs because I finally accepted myself and knew what I wanted. I'll post more about the good things came with this year later.

I will now just leave you with my favourite Marina and the Diamonds songs: 17.

I will now move my body to this like a dancing queen, who is 17 (I am alluding to ABBAs famous song, duh - there are so many songs about 17 year old). x

Kleine Kästchen

Little sparkling box.

Crafted carefully by two girls.

For a special someone. 

Who hides it under the bed.

Ein Brief voller Erinnerungen

So I have written my letter for you and there also happens to be a little something for A in it. Nothing special, kaum der Rede wert. It's labelled as "This is not for you, S". Haha.

Which reminds me of that one time we took a box and decorated it so that you could give it to him as a rather considerate present. We put all sorts of lovely things in it, do you remember? Old portraits that we didn't need, plastique Barbie-ribbons, and we emptied a game card's packet so that there could be a little shelf in case he secretley wants to put something in it. How clever we were.

I wonder if that box still exists. I don't think A was too pleased with it since I never heard him thank me for my efforts....

Mise à jour

What S did:

1) So of the 100s of jobs I applied for, I got a reply from the one that doesn't pay. 

Candid Magazine is an online publication with a heavy focus on 'student interests'; art, music, film and fashion. At least I will be able to shamelessly promote your photography, ma petite cousine. 

2) I saw my A yesterday. I thought we'd waste the day with some ça-va ça-vienta but we went for a picnic and played Top Trumps. Talk about a dichotomy. On the back of one card though I found a sweet something you had written when you were younger:

My name is: D

My pal's name is: S

Country: Katzen

I miss your funny. I miss your everything. 

3) Oh and I'm going to take up French next year. I know that you will understand why.

LOL ich bin ein total Lauch. 

Random

Look who is in my purse...!!

Creating a tangible photo-album

Working on my EE on Nabokov's Lolita

I finally have my new lens - a canon 50mm f 1,8 ii - which is tiny, very fast and perfect when using la lumière naturelle

I'm wearing my beloved ocean-blue shirt. Favourite Colour, btw.

Finally dreamy little D also reveals a little more about herself...

When D is not studying hard for school, she (ab)uses the power of her mind by either daydreaming about her desired future life or skillfully creating scenarios of "what would have happened if...". This quality of her nature is highly enforced by:

her adoration for romantic photography - significantly inspired
by nirrimi

After having obliterated any social life as a result of being an IB student, she dreams about either going to St. Andrew's university in Scotland (in order to learn more about her fellow beings psychology or engaging in environmental politics) or using a gap year to travel around the world (from America to Africa to Australia) and learn more about life that a textbook is inadequate to teach her. 

In contrast to S, who knows how to love fully, she has never come across love: whenever she meets a pretty guy that she is fond of by first impression, she turns him into a fictional character decorated with the demanding disposition she likes and is consequently disappointed afterwards, when she finds out he isn't as loving, kind and naive as she dreamt him to be.

She enjoys but engages too little in activities in which she doesn't have to meditate (i.e. her mind can chillax) but one: she freely likes to shake her body to the music around her - though not having any other artistic talent.

about S