Lamb - One

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This is one of the most creative, prettiest, romantic, and dreamy sonlgs of Lamb!!! Enjoy!!!

The 10 Greateful Things: 23rd of May

1. I got more fans on my Facebook page
2. My animals from HappyPets got more babies
3. I've organized all my activities for today
4. Lamb - One.mp3
5. I've discovered one more dimension of my creative personality
6. I'm more determined and self-confident
7. I've got the atmosphere needed to meditate
8. My bunny makes me happy
9. Coffee's always a good reason to be grateful
10. I've written in my blog

Magic by Selina Fenech

If someone tells me the different kinds of art are not connected, I would probably slap him in the face.
When you read a book, you might find an urge to represent a scene from the book via photographing is occurring. Or when you're gazing at a breath-stopping nature sight you might want to describe it with words via art of writing.
It's the same with me. I'm so into angels that no other person can be. One day I was looking through some statues and souvenirs at the city store. I was particularly searching for a statue of angel, some figurine I could put on my altar.
And then I saw it.
It was simply... perfect. The kind of statue that justified all my expectations and cravings. It represented an angel with huge, perfectly shaped wings, half-naked, long-haired, holding a beautiful girl in his arms.
At that time I was obsessed with the idea of Gabriel, one of the four Archangels. He was the first character to lead me into the angelic world, and I had already started searching for my personal guardian angel.
THIS figurine answered to all my researches. It wasn't missing anything.
After a few days I was at home, looking through the pictures of angels I had downloaded from the Internet. And all of a sudden I bumped into a painting. Exactly the same as the figurine I saw earlier at the store. No doubt this was a sign. The slight difference between them was the figurine was not painted, it was made by some kind of metal, I think; looking a little reddish.
I noticed the website of the artist was written on the picture, so I decided to check it out. When I did I went speechless. They were all there - the fairies, the angels, the wizards, the mythical creatures, and nature so dreamy. And the clothes, the mugs, the jewelery, the magic cards, the figurines!!!...
She had depicted my mystical realms on this material dimension.
Her angelic image became my inspiration for "Le Vol D'un Ange", and I'm just getting started.
Thank you, Selina. It simply cannot be any better. It's simply perfect.

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For more information check out the world itself - http://www.selinafenech.com/

10 Things to Be grateful for on the 22nd of May:

1. The full rest I got
2. The morning coffee
3. Watching my bunnny pet play and run around
4. Taking pictures with my loved one
5. Meeting with my best friend later today
6. Reading Jamie Ridler's blog and site
7. Listening to Celine Dion's most dreamable songs... God, she's a GODDESS!!!
8. Taking the daily shower with all the candles lit up
9. "Ten days have come and gone, ten days and I'm not alone..." (music) -- Celine Dion
10. Singing while preparing to go out!

Celine Dion - Rien N'Est Vraiment Fini

The Decision Shop: List of Choices

By starting blogging I started bumping into very interesting people who also run blogs. There are some really cute sites attached to them.
Today I've found one dedicated to gratefulness. Later after that I did something that I had to do a very long time ago despite my young age, and it was to defend my own personal territory and interests.
I'll put it that way - life looks like a shop filled up to the top with zillion decisions. To start living, I pick some of the choices together with which I'll follow my path of success and creativity step by step.
The interesting thing is, I really tried to treat nicely people who don't deserve it and who keep on using me without caring about the fact that I suffer from that.
I've realized it - when life's a bitch, you can beat it only by being a bitch yourself. It's high time I stopped caring and tip-toeing around small and insignificant things that simply don't deserve my attention.
So, I've made my list, and I'm back. Back in the game. The game of life.

The Door's Not Locked!

I have this fear of doors.
I don't mean I'm scared of the doors themselves, I'm simply disturbed about what could be standing on their other side. I have been having this feeling ever since I watched the movie "The Strangers". I believe the symbolism of the heavily locked door that's used as a partition between the victim and the mysterious attackers, which door somehow appears to be very easy to unlock (in the same mysterious way; anyway, they never explained how the intruders succeeded in doing it), was very strong and obvious.
So I became obsessed with doors, especially with UNLOCKED and UNSAFE ones.

I started checking whether our front door is locked every now and then, and as I did, I would surely come back and check again, totally forgetting I just did.

Yesterday my boyfriend was staying at my place. We were watching "House M.D." and drinking some coffee. I had left my skype on, and my boyfriend's skype was off. It's important to mention that he lives alone, for his mother works in Italy, and his dad works in the capital. His brother studies there, too.

So, we were all alone, watching House and having fun, when suddenly I saw a notice popping up showing his skype signing in. I thought it was weird, so I asked him what he had done. However it turned out he hadn't touched it even once when he was home. Later he left, and I began to play with my bunny pet. After a while I checked my skype for any left messages, and there was one, from my boyfriend, saying, "go check out your front door". I thought he was just being caring, but when I got there and checked, it wasn't locked. I wondered if I just forgot to lock it, but I NEVER EVER forget such a thing. I just shrugged my shoulders and came back to chat. I wrote to him, but he didn't answer for 2 hours or so.

Then my phone rang, and it was him, saying he was at a cafe with a friend. I asked him how long he was out, and he replied he hadn't been at his home the whole time after he left my place. I shivered then. Something was happening for sure, and I didn't know what, and it was very ominous. Eventually I decided my boy was playing some kind of joke on me.

That night my boyfriend stayed with me because my mum was out at a party. I checked the door twice, and we went to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night. My phone was ringing, alarming me I had a message. I looked, and it said, "go to your computer". The number was hidden. I surely got the creeps, and went to see. It was again my boyfriend's skype. "Go and check your door...". It was 3 in the morning, and the message was sent two minutes ago. And my boyfriend was SURELY sleeping in my room. Well, THAT was awfully scary!!!

I slowly went out in the hall, still with the phone in my hand. Everything was quiet and still. The door looked alright. I got close, and looked through the peephole. It was dark outside, I could feel my breath hitting the door, for I was literally glued to it.

The landing outside was dark. I couldn't see a damn thing.

Suddenly my phone alarmed a message again. When I read it, I froze.

"Yes, I know you're on the other side of the door. I'm looking at the peephole right now. And, NO, THE DOOR'S NOT LOCKED!!!"

My breathing stopped. I tried to lock it slowly and quietly, so that whoever was outside wouldn't know. God... the locker was broken.

Holding my breath, I stepped away from the door, entered my room, and woke my boyfriend up. I told him what was going on, and we both went in the kitchen (it can be locked from inside), and stayed there. All of a sudden we heard the front door slowly cracking open. Hollow and heavy footsteps explored the hall, pacing their way to the kitchen door, and stopped. After a minute or so they continued their way to the living room, the bedroom, and my own room. We couldn't hear them anymore.

A few minutes later the intruder came back, completing the same route аs the first time. He was right there, in front of my kitchen door. We couldn't make a single move.

Then we heard a deep and creepy voice saying, "bye".

The steps made their way to the front door, and died away in silence. We both looked at each other, scared out of our minds. We quickly put on some clothes and went to his place, where we spent the rest of the night, with a safely locked door.

By the way, we looked through his skype, and there were no such messages sent to me. He tried to restore lost ones or deleted ones, but there was one big nothing.

I'm double scared now. Whoever that was, he knew my phone number, my skype name and my boyfriend's skype identification. He broke into my house. He knew exactly what scared me.

We got alarm system and a brave new iron door now, but to me it just isn't enough. Everytime I look at it, I think it's unlocked. And I expect him to come in any second. It hasn't happened until now, but who knows...

*~On the 1st of May~*

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That's me on my birthday, reaching 20 years of age, with my little cousin Albena (she sure looks like an angel, doesn't she?:) ), and my little bunny, which was my present from my aunt, uncle, and her. The bunny's name is Goranka, but to me its a Mossie:))))

"Fiction" Doesn't Describe Anything

I often look at the categories in my blog and I find it suitable to combine some of them into one named "fiction". These are for example, "Angels", "Fantasy", "The Night Time". But something stops me.
What gives me the right to call angels "fictional"? Or dreams? Or the fantasy realms? The truth is, "reality" is a very obscure conception. I don't know where the line between reality and fiction gets thinner or disappears completely, I don't know if even there is one. Human sight allows multiple and simultaneously existing beliefs and choices.
Some may find the topic very tedious, but they got their own bets.
To me, "fiction" isn't a word. It simply means nothing. There isn't a substance or an idea that cannot be real in some way. Moreover, material reality very often spoils things for the boundaries it has, so I don't think true experience is located there.
Different realities exist through the different kinds of art mostly. Who says a photograph does not depict a past moment of a reality? What about book, music, and paintings? Sculptures are just another feature of the material reality, or a part of perspective fantasy.
So when I say, "There are fairies", that means there ARE fairies, and you've got nothing left, but to believe me. And when you say, "I'm gonna build my own home", or "I'm gonna become a scientist", or "I wanna have five kids", that means you have already done it. They're already yours.
This method reminds me of the brain storming / producing process, or of a simple psychological mood of your mind. But instead of repeating quotations you work directly with with your own creative inner half, achieving your goals only by contemplating a daisy, for instance. This I call, "Creating with Nature", or "Dragging Down the Stars" (I'll post some information about this practice later).

If you think you lack money / happiness / love / muse / home / family / guardian angel / pet / etc., well... MAKE yourself one! Go out in Nature and gain your personal energy for creating. And remember, "fictional" is not a word that explains non-existing things, outside or within your mind. The word "fiction" means nothing, for there isn't anything fictional.

About Inspiration

God, sometimes it's the simplest thing on this Earth!!!
I just can't believe it.
When Inspiration comes, somehow all your problems and daily little hindrances fade away without a single trace. Like you've never had them. It's just amazing, that mechanism of things.
Then I pass you by - the one I project only in the astral, not in the material space.
And somehow...
When Inspiration comes, you carve a window, stretch your arms, and you're here.
And I can see balloons, butterflies, people smiling...
Thank you.
It's not the kind of Inspiration that makes you just create.
It's the kind that makes you LIVE. In a creative state of mind, in all creative ways humanity knows. Life is Creation.
Thank you, for you came.
Inspiration came, and promised me miracles.

Armin Van Buuren feat. Jaren - Unforgivable

You use to light up the dark
With your unrelenting spark
It always put a fire in me

You use to say I'm the one
The only ray of sun you could touch without the fear of burning

Well you use to try to please me
Yeah you use to try to please me

Never said this would be easy
Never said this would be easy

Well now, you tell her now
While you hold her in your arms
Are you pretending shes me?

Just alone I go
Before you realize shes the one that you're going to lose anyway
You just got there now you're leaving
You just got there now you're leaving

Your sweet notes are deceiving
Your sweet notes are deceiving

Well it ain't over till its over and my world shuts down
But this comes close I'll have you know
Its just a matter of time
But it ain't over till its over but I won't be made a fool
'Cause leaving me the way you did was just so
Unforgivable....