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In Beauty, Fashion, Holidays, Photography, Travel on 2013/05/09 at 8:30 am

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roman holiday

In Beauty, Fashion, Holidays, Photography, Travel on 2012/08/19 at 11:14 am




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remember the night

In Friends, Holidays, Life, Random on 2012/05/20 at 11:28 am

you’re surrounded by friends. you categorize them as the ones that show up, the ones that show up late but still stop by and those that make a no-show. but you don’t really care or at least not for the time being. everyone knows who you are or they want to know who you are. the music in the background is being played louder and louder by each minute, probably because nobody’s started dancing yet. but you’ve concluded it’s because they’re not drunk enough yet. by the judge of it you can already tell it is to be a good night and by the end, it is. but then why is there this feeling of nothingness. of indifference. how can you feel alone when you’re anything but. how can you think of him when there’s five others eyeing you this very second. you feel ridiculous. how can you even have the nerve to make any complaints, considering. but then again, of what value do we measure ourselves if we don’t rate our own happiness as the ideal intent. “but what is happiness to you?”, one of the five ask.

you know everyone and you know no one. no, correction: everyone knows you and nobody knows you. and time after time you always ask yourself, is it because you never let them in or is it because they never make the extra effort. friends and non-friends, that’s what you should categorize them after.

Spectacular dishes (or: Horrifying aches)

In Friends, Holidays, Life, Travel on 2012/03/07 at 10:07 pm

Reverse three months back. The time is this year’s (or last year’s? you know what I mean) Christmas holidays. Remebering going to a dinner at some family friends, one of those invites where you know the food will be amazing but also terrifyingly excessive. No is not a word you use here, folks. Similar to not taking off your shoes at a formal japanese dinner (where ironically, you shouldn’t say no to any food offerings either for that matter). But hey, what’s a little stomach ache for ya when you have so many wonderful meals and aftermeals to digest. The week after New Year’s was intense though. Apparently, it’s Armenian tradition that the week after New Year’s eve to start gathering or arriving at different dinner invitations to old friends, new friends and so on. My family and I had no idea in the beginning (or in other words, at number one of five invitations we were to attend that very week) so coming somewhat unprepared, we thought we’d stop by for a while and perhaps enjoy some tea and cookies. so so wrong. Instead, imagine a feast fit for kings. Plus their relatives. That pretty much explains how an armenian-week-after-new-year-dinner looks like. So much food and cake and drinks and more food and more cake and so on. A completely unbearable set of experiences, and I mean that in way of saying that the first time was an interesting yet beloved surprise, but after a few of those, fear of what is to come starts circulating one’s thoughts instead. One of these dinners was at my friend Arpi’s place who works in a voluntary programme to help with disabled children in Yerevan. Like me Arpi also inhabits Armenian heritage but has lived in Europe all her life. And like me her mind is set on medicine studies in the future as well. That’s the thing about meeting people abroad, you always become surprised as to how many things you can find in common with completely random people in so many ways possible.

The place Arpi and her co-workers stay at

oh happy day of 2012

In Holidays, Life on 2012/01/28 at 11:37 am

At long last some images from the new year in Yerevan which was a full-on feast spectacle to say the least. Food kept coming in, drinks kept pouring throughout, dancing was obligatory every ten minutes and so on. At least the meals were being digested in one way or another. The night went on ’til 6 am and when getting home I couldn’t the idea out of my head of how different every event of my life would look like if I’d actually grown up here. I’d list pro’s and con’s but that’d be too much of a headache in so many ways anyway. Instead let us try to comprehend or perhaps conclude if the year was to our satisfactory or not, which is what I’ll try to do in order to mold my future to exactly how/what I want it to be, from this day forward.

here & there

In Holidays, Life, Photography on 2012/01/06 at 1:42 pm

Before having proper happenings established postwise this is a scramble of everything in between basically. First: walking on Abovyan Street, second: another fuzzy night on what I found out to be voted Yerevan’s best pub of the year Calumet, third: selection of one too many dishes at New Year’s eve, fourth: amazed face of seeing the Christmas tree entirely made of chocolate, fifth: in a secret room taking secret photos (not that kind) at New Year’s once more. There’s only one more week to go of these christmas new year holidays for me personally and on Thursday my family’s leaving for Sweden already. What’s more sad is not that I just realized this fact but that it’s sort of been hovering over me during this past week or so, making me sick to my stomach every time. I didn’t see that coming.

memories from a night not too distant

In Friends, Holidays, Life on 2011/09/20 at 8:09 pm

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quick brief of latest happenings

In Friends, Holidays, Life, Travel on 2011/08/10 at 11:43 pm

packing unpacked belongings + going back to a city unimaginably superior to my own + fulfillingly enjoying my fairly new social network + spending my last dime on soon forgotten pleasures + crashing at friendly territories alongside dearest comrades = overall feeling (of) awesome all around

How the French celebrate Christmas

In Holidays, Random on 2010/12/01 at 12:54 am

 

Image taken in Galerie Lafayette

Was going to add an image of the Christmas tree here in Sweden, but compared to this,
way too embarrassing folks.