Getting lost in your script.

2016.02.28 21:18

Wash-salon, Berlin

 

Hey beautiful friends and enemies,

So yeah, today was kind of a crazy day. Don’t even ask me why I am sitting in middle of the night here instead of being home sipping Martinis or having some Wine and Cheese.

Anyways, the thing I wanted to talk to you about is this one special topic. Everyone’s movie. I speak about life, about how everyone is playing the lead in their own little world. I was talking with my friend Lily for a while about how a lot of us are getting lost in their own head (like getting lost in the script, always rewriting it, changing the ending and changing the supporting roles).

I love watching movies. And I watch a lot of them, starting from Hollywood comedies to German War-documentaries, Korean dramas are also enjoyed by me. And I notice how much I get touched by them. There is always the one character you seem similar with, or there might be one you would love to be. But this whole thing is very slippery. I have some examples of those, who lost themselves because they started putting way too much effort in living a stolen live instead of taking care of their own set.

And it is just the same with people who are trying to steal the role from another being. For example, there is this one girl, nothing special, just common, but in someone eyes’ she looks just perfect, the peeping person wants to have everything the girl has and starts copying her. Acting like her, using the same body language, changing the way of speaking, even the style and looks. But is it happiness? Being the fake on? Why not focus on their own role? Of course, if you want to change something you are welcome to rewrite a scene, but don’t abandon your life, it is precious, because you are here because you did what you did, in other words you are able to move on and have a future because of what you did in the past. Of course you have to do your best. And there might be one difference in life and a movie you can’t just decide to use a “cut”, “break” and “NGs” are also not possible.

 

P.s. Writing you’re your script doesn’t mean you are allowed to write other people one’s too. You can’t make them love you (maybe fear you, what isn’t a bad thing either…..) and you can’t make them act different, be worst than they are, or than you are, but you can get along with them. Yeah, I mean friendship. Beautiful Pegasus and sakuras, happy end lalala…. Yeah, I probably got crazy………

 

And for now…

…keep conscious
Kiss&Hug

Au revoir

– K

Getting lost in your script.

Does the hair-colour define us?

2016-02-14

V’s Residence

Some time ago Jane asked: “This is completely out of topic, but how do you feel being blond? Did you notice any difference?” It was a very strange question that got me confused. Hmmm. I don’t know…

I’ve never thought about becoming blond. I’be always loved my natural brown (chestnut) hair till one day I realised how I love grey hair and I wantedto try it. So, this attraction didn’t disappear for about 6 months. So, I went to my hairdresser (now, ex hairdresser) to bring my desire to Reality. But. There was a big misunderstanding and instead of grey I got blond hair. It wasn’t that bad. A lot of people said that I look nice, even better (?!). I got along with this colour and lived with this for about 6 monts. It really looked nice. But it wasn’t me. I’ve never dreamt about blond hair. I would never thought myself to diy like this. I’m not very soft and cute person (yepp, witty) and etc. I don’t believe in stereotypes. But let me say it just didn’t define me. It didn’t represent me.

Could I say that blonds have more fun??? Nope, I was the same.

But then I finally I got grey hair. Later blue. Violet. Grey. And again dark blue (indigo, to be more specific). And I couldn’t stop adoring these colours. I look for my reflections everywhere I go. I love these colours because it really shows the real me – full of surprises, colourful and deep. And I became a magnet. It seems that strangers find me  really cool, interesting, and wise. As one journalist from “NYLON” wrote: “People find you [with grey hair] more approachable, even if you have the worst resting b***h face on the planet.” And I really experienced that – a lot of people start conversations with me, I hear a lot of “nice haircolour” through days… And I ENJOY it!! Now It’s Me. And even my hair brings outside what is within.

Bisous bisous,

– V

P.S. Yes, I know that today is Valentine’s Day. I didn’t choose to ignore it or sth. BUT. For me it was cool just when I was a kid. Since I’ve seen all that cheep crap being bought in the shops, I can’t imagine a Romantic Day with cheap pizza warmed in the oven and silly balloon as a True Love proof. And I don’t say it because I’m Single. I’m single by choice. My opinion about this day will be the same when I have a boyfriend.

Does the hair-colour define us?

Pretty, handsome and other kinds of happy.

 

 

2016-02-08

Coffee shop, Berlin

Hey beautiful friends and enemies~

Sitting there starring at your laptop still hoping to find words to finish your assignment. Taking another sip of your favorite hazel latte and trying to think of something that would sound smart and intellectual. But the truth is you’re just way too distracted by this one particular male human being standing on the other side of the counter doing nothing but breathing while looking hella fine. Being lost in his own thoughts like this, makes one believe he has something mysterious about him but actually it is (the sad truth might possibly be) that he’s just hating on his part time job. Of course, who would like to make coffee the whole day and even be friendly to all kinds of dumb people? Hm… I guess no one.  The way he runs his hand through his hair makes you forget about your plan of finishing homework and you end up peeping at the barista.

So yeah, you guessed it right. The thing I will be writing about today is how beautifulness is ruling the world. And no, I don’t mean in a slutty and disgusting way but in a way that makes you happy. You have to give me right, feeling pretty (or handsome) is a big priority and if you love yourself you start feeling happier. Never less the most important thing still is the inside. But not only the inside out is important but also the coat of your personality is something that in our postmodern 21st century plays a big role.

A beautiful person. How can one become this kind of a human being? For the outside you just have to put in some effort. Being pretty is really achievable but what about the other things like the inner beauty and a fine character? If you would ask me, a beautiful person is someone who just knows how to be her/himself and loves her/himself. I think real beauty can unfold just the moment you start to accept yourself, the moment you understand what the good points of your existence are and of course what the BAD POINTS are, too. You don’t have to erase them, since it is you, but you have to be aware of every single corner of your body and mind. Hm… Maybe not every single one… Kche.

And now let’s talk for a bit about how the charm of someone can make everyone fall for them. Like, have you ever wondered why your crush started flirting with her instead of you, and what’s more, that you’re way prettier then she is?! (Of course it can happen that someone just looks damn perfect and some fuckboy who just wants to do some exercising {the perverted kind of you do at night- of course. HA.} isn’t really caring about the inside)

Let me say just one thing. CHARM. The unique kind of charm only you can have (or her :D)

Of course your face and body is still very important but it is NOT the main point. And OF COURSE you have to be the best version of yourself possible and that means that people aren’t simply divided into ugly or pretty.

Never mind long legs and a beautiful face, a breathtaking body and a perfect face is still ruling the world but if you don’t have that something special to it you won’t be lasting for long in this world which is eager to be thrilled and fascinated not only by the outside.

And for now…

…sparcle inside out
Kiss&Hug

Au revoir

– K

Pretty, handsome and other kinds of happy.

What is love?

2016-02-05

The Residence of V

Yepp, people need really not so much in this world “to love and be loved in Return” (paraphrased words from “Moulin Rouge”). That is what our long chats and calls with K are about. Is Love real? Is there somewhere one person that is the One? Or each of us has many chances to fall in love? And I’m sure we’re not the only ones struggling with these questions. There are a lot of young girls who are trying to answer them. And not only young, and not only girls (I can define it from a lot of literature and other kinds of arts that are created by men).

I dont’t have all the answers. I’m not even asking all questions. But. Love is everywhere. That’s a fact. It surrounds us not only on that commercial [the 14th of February] day (sorry, but it looks trashy for me. I can admit I’m not the big fan of the St Valentines’s Day). All songs. All movies. There is always something about love, it’s like the essential part of our bodies but in arts. Oh, and that Hollywood Dream… Actually, people don’t adore Hollywood because of the luxurious life (although it can be a desire, too). For instance, that glamorous interpretation of Anna Karenina – the movie “Love”. It was created with two endings – One, the Happy one, for the Americans and the Other for the rest of the world that enjoys the classic, well-known story. So, what is it all about? Is there a happy ending in the world? Or is everything so tragic that at least our lovely Hollywood gives us that part of our lives that is taken (?) Because we’re missing something (or should I say someone?) and we’re trying to find but we end up again someone calling “ex” and singing song’s lyrics like: “Don’t be ridiculous. So, don’t be funny. No one believes in Love nowadays…”

Yes, I’ve almost forgot. Then comes “Only Love can hurt like this.”…

And once again I’m asking outloud “What is Love?” And the only one answer that the World says to me is a line from “Gossip Girl”: “That’s the Secret I’ll never tell.”

I just have to keep hoping that one day I will find out but my intuition tells me that the answer will come not in the help of my brain and endless thinking but I will know it by Heart….

Yes, Hopeless Romantic…

Bisous bisous,

– V

What is love?