tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168109107983675872024-03-13T04:51:58.075+01:00Little AnaAnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-69314395812435105542020-12-16T14:48:00.001+01:002020-12-16T18:09:55.707+01:00Kitajski pečeni cmočki / Potsticker dumplings<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Scroll down for English version! </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Teli cmočki so bili zelo dolgo na mojem kuharske seznamu,
ampak nikoli niso ugledali luči dneva. Če sem čisto iskrena, smo jih z družino
vedno naročali v Kitajski restavraciji in se kregali, kdo dobi zadnjega. Zdelo
se mi je, da se ne bom mogla niti približati okusu, ki ga dobiš v restavraciji
in da je potemtakem ta recept že vnaprej obsojen na propad.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">O, kako sem se motila!<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Ne samo, da priprava ni bila tako zakomplicirana kot se mi
je zdelo na začetku, ampak so cmočki celotno stanovanje napolnili z omamnim
vonjem. Še zdaj, ko pišem o tem, se mi cedijo sline. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: justify;">Za izhodišče sem vzela recept na Youtube kanalu Jamie Oliverja,
kjer pripravo demonstrirata tako imenovani Dumpling Sisters (prevod: Cmoček
sestri?). Vendar pa je čar cmočkov ravno v tem, da lahko nadev pripraviš čisto
po svojih željah in to sem tudi storila.</div><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Za testo:<o:p></o:p></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->300g univerzalne moke</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->220ml vrele vode <br /></p></blockquote><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Postopek za pripravo testa se je meni, ki nisem ravno ekspert,
zdel enostaven. Moko in vodo sem preprosto zmešala v kuhinjskem robotu. Ko se
je testo dovolj ohladilo (zaradi vrele vode je na začetku zelo zelo vroče) sem
testo dokončno zgnetla še na roke, da dobiš res gladko maso. Nato pa je testo
počivalo kakšno uro – priznam, da ne vem koliko točno, ker smo vmes gledali
božični film. Važno je, da je testo ves čas pokrito, da ne izgubi vlage.<o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzxPGuVO9qGxU0hwXLv84aUNfHmszJ_ZgfqjOLzyKRwasSsndahWoJ-FwuF3oE4cdWWwSofyXA29PS3aZxR5Ki9V8UQ0vzv2Xh-kU6VOLsrGtor5vl-GnhCmgAO0Ni1ayLHZ1Zj4vKWhX/s2048/IMG_20201213_150723-02.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbzxPGuVO9qGxU0hwXLv84aUNfHmszJ_ZgfqjOLzyKRwasSsndahWoJ-FwuF3oE4cdWWwSofyXA29PS3aZxR5Ki9V8UQ0vzv2Xh-kU6VOLsrGtor5vl-GnhCmgAO0Ni1ayLHZ1Zj4vKWhX/s320/IMG_20201213_150723-02.jpeg" /></a></div><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Za nadev:<o:p></o:p></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->400g mletega mesa </p></blockquote><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Čebula</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Sezamovo olje</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Soda bikarbona</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Sladkor </p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Temna in svetla sojina omaka</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7pt "Times New Roman";">
</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Poper </p></blockquote><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Čebulo sem nasekljala na majhne koščke, ampak res na majhne,
ker sem se bala, da bi se preveč čutila v nadevu. Nato pa sem vse sestavine
samo združila v večji posodi in dobro premešala. Rekla bi, da sem vsake
sestavine (sojina omaka, sezamovo olje, soda bikarbona, sladkor, poper) dodala
približno žlico, tako da je pokrila vso meso, hkrati pa ni nobena stvar
prevladala nad drugo. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Nato pa pride na vrsto razdelitev testa in valjanje. Meni je
metoda prikazana v videu povsem uspela, tako da res priporočam, da si za
postopek oblikovanja testa pogledate video (med 2:39 in 4:00). <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Nato pa nam ostane samo še peka oz. kuhanje. Na ponvi
segrejemo žlico olja, tako da se nam cmočki ne bodo prijemali. Cmočke zložimo v
ponev in pečemo približno 2 minuti. Svetujem, da enega dvignete med pečenjem in
pogledate, če se je naredila zlata skorjica. Ko zagledate skorjico, je čas, da
cmočke zalijete s 100ml vode in pokrijete ponev. Ko voda izpari, so cmočki
kuhani. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Dober tek!<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="background-color: #f4cccc; font-size: large;">Potsticker dumplings</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Dumplings
were on my cooking list for so long, but they never saw the light of day. If I’m
being honest, my family and I always fought over the last dumpling in a Chinese
restaurant. How could I make anything that would taste as good as those
dumplings in a restaurant? I assumed that making them at home was destined to
fail.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">O, how
wrong I was!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The
preparation isn’t as hard as I assumed from the beginning. And after I was done
making them the whole apartment was filled with this rich, amazing smell. Even
now, just writing about this, is making me salivate. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I decided
to follow a recipe posted on Jamie Oliver’s Youtube account where the Dumpling
Sisters demonstrate the preparation. However, the best thing about dumplings is
that you can tailor the filling to your wishes. That’s exactly what I did. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">For the dough:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">300g all-purpose flour<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">220ml boiling water<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p></blockquote><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I am no
expert at making a dough, and even I thought it was fairly easy to make. I put
the flour and boiling water into my Kitchen Aid. When the dough has cold down
enough, I proceeded to knead it with my hands. When my dough became smooth, I
covered it with plastic foil and let it rest while watching a Christmas movie.
The key here is to not lose the moisture in the dough!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSUBoEJcxodioixUc-eNaMh61452bCd8ERP0FEj4t5dUpsKPaH2qhx4b213t4JXRd6pGhfuB3ayoSfSJ-tzNrz3gdwTnUFy7VTA7GXWIheB7oQuBqpARzvSEbCqo5Bl0zDxPVdRbtlumC/s2048/IMG_20201213_150650-01.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSUBoEJcxodioixUc-eNaMh61452bCd8ERP0FEj4t5dUpsKPaH2qhx4b213t4JXRd6pGhfuB3ayoSfSJ-tzNrz3gdwTnUFy7VTA7GXWIheB7oQuBqpARzvSEbCqo5Bl0zDxPVdRbtlumC/s320/IMG_20201213_150650-01.jpeg" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">For the
filling:<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">400g minced meat<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Medium large onion<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Sesame oil (tablespoon)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Baking soda (tablespoon)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Sugar (tablespoon)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Dark and light soy sauce (tablespoon
each)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">³<span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Pepper (tablespoon) <br /><o:p></o:p></span></p></blockquote>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I finely
chopped the onion, really finely, because I was afraid it would be overpowering
in the filling. In the bigger bowl I mixed all the ingredients together, and
that was it for the filling. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Next you
need to roll out the dough and fill the dumplings. I followed the instructions
in the video (watch from 2:39 to 4:00) and it work wonderfully. I recommend
that you follow them along!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">All that’s
left is cooking our homemade dumplings. Add a tablespoon of oil to a pan. Add
the dumplings in the pain and wait until the golden crust forms on the. You
should pick one up, to check for the crust on the bottom. When you see the
crust has forms add 100ml of water to your pan and cover it with lid. Once the
water has evaporated, your dumplings are done.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Bon Appétit!
<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><p></p>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-12251302831825164682020-12-14T16:35:00.000+01:002020-12-14T16:35:23.674+01:00Čokoladno-jagodna torta / Chocolate-strawberry cake<p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">For the
recipe in English scroll down</span></span></span></p><p></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal">Kot prvo, tole ni najbolj 'simpl' torta. Ampak namen mojega bloga in Instagram računa je ravno to, da delam stvari za katere prej nisem imela poguma. Vedno sem si rekla, da bom najden recept enkrat naredila, potem pa je preprosto ostal shranjen in nikoli ni bil izveden. </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal">Pred kratkim sem dobila pekač s premerom 18cm, ki ga preprosto obožujem in ga po novem uporabljam za skoraj vsako torto. Na internetu obstaja super orodje, ki se imenuje torta pretvornik in ti
izračuna sestavine za želeni premer pekača (<a href="https://midvakuhava.si/tortopretvornik/">https://midvakuhava.si/tortopretvornik/</a>). <o:p></o:p></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal">No tole je preveden recept s povezavami do videov. </p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFWJrTuQ7P3M-lrNbqytys87DzOoQ4BPY2r3TwlcshYtie55qfxbhKi_IJJAVQ2uJKm8BxDAw2rVjgt9EicRm3gIzoypPY5Vkkf-oOU3AurdGL190VTf1eQHvR43JibMAuJB5iKRTjyt7/s2048/IMG_20201212_121255-01.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFWJrTuQ7P3M-lrNbqytys87DzOoQ4BPY2r3TwlcshYtie55qfxbhKi_IJJAVQ2uJKm8BxDAw2rVjgt9EicRm3gIzoypPY5Vkkf-oOU3AurdGL190VTf1eQHvR43JibMAuJB5iKRTjyt7/s320/IMG_20201212_121255-01.jpeg" /></a></div><b>Sestavine za biskvit:<o:p></o:p></b><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; text-indent: -18pt;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><span style="text-indent: -18pt;">202g jajc (to je cca 4 jajca)<br /></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]-->144g sladkorja</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->14 g medu</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->Vaniljev ekstrakt </p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->115g gladke moke</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->14g kakava</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->36g masla</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]-->58g
mleka</p></blockquote>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p align="left" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p align="left" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p align="left" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p align="left" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p align="left" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p align="left" class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Biskvit sem pripravila po sledečem postopku: <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwJlKhneQi0&t=363s">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwJlKhneQi0&t=363s</a>
<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Naredimo parno kopel, kjer zmešamo jajca in sladkor.
Mešanica se mora segreti toliko, da se sladkor raztopi. Dodamo še med in
vaniljev ekstrakt (približno eno čajno žličko). Vse skupaj z električnim
mešalnikom miksamo toliko časa, da se masa podvoji ali celo potroji. Izgledati
mora podobno kot sneg iz beljakov, samo malo manj čvrsto. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">V napihnjeno maso presejemo gladko moko in kakav ter vse
skupaj počasi vmešamo s kuhalnico. Masa bo rahlo izgubila na volumnu zaradi
moke, ampak to je normalno. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">V posebni posodici segrejemo maslo in mleko. V posodico
vmešamo nekaj mase, da maslo in mleko rahlo ohladimo, nato pa vse skupaj, torej
maslo in mleko, dodamo k masi z moko.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Zlijemo v pekač, ki je obložen s peki papirjem in nekajkrat
udarimo ob pult s pekačem, da se znebimo velikih mehurčkov, ki so nastali v
biskvitu. Pečemo na 170 stopinjah približno 40 minut. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>Sestavine za kremo </b>(<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9yH65q1FUs&t=16s">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9yH65q1FUs&t=16s</a>)<b>:<o:p></o:p></b></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->250ml sladke smetane<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->45g čokolade<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;">
</p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;">
</span></span><!--[endif]-->Jagode<o:p></o:p></p></blockquote><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -18pt;"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Sladko smetano in čokolado segrejemo, tako da se čokolade
lepo raztopi. Damo ohladiti v hladilnik ali na balkon za uro in pol. Mešanica
mora postati gosta. Ko se zgosti, jo zmiksamo, da dobimo čokoladno sladko
smetano. <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Biskvit razrežemo na pol. Prvo polovico namažemo s kremo in
posujemo gor nasekljane jagode. Dodamo še malo kreme, da jagode prekrijemo.
Položimo gor drugo polovico biskvita. Počakamo, da se tako sestavljena torta
malo ohladi, da postane krema notri bolj trdna in nato še celo torto premažemo
s kremo.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">
</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><h1 align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">Chocolate-strawberry cake</span><o:p></o:p></span></h1><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Firstly, I’ll
admit this might not be the easiest cake to make, however I’m trying to challenge
myself every day (that's why I started my Instagram account). </span><span style="text-align: center;">If you ask
anyone that knows me well, they’ll tell you I watch cooking shows and recipes
all the time. I’ve always saved them, but never actually took the time to make
them. And I’ve decided that should change. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">For this
cake I used a round mould in size 18cm </span><span style="text-align: center;">which I got
recently and absolutely adore. </span></p>
</div><b><span lang="EN-GB">Ingredients for the sponge</span></b><span lang="EN-GB">:</span><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIOrRyWFMLGwRmIGwD43kuqM9z2HiZrwVaDvD2hSUGNWBZ_Q8zFoR5-F1mGa7apT29yePNNPu4NPlhra0nrZ2k0ANISxSKKAivPe3P228QX0xLg-KLDkz_sUV8WbGg3FFZNB63iyIyysQ/s2048/IMG_20201211_202213-01.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIOrRyWFMLGwRmIGwD43kuqM9z2HiZrwVaDvD2hSUGNWBZ_Q8zFoR5-F1mGa7apT29yePNNPu4NPlhra0nrZ2k0ANISxSKKAivPe3P228QX0xLg-KLDkz_sUV8WbGg3FFZNB63iyIyysQ/w284-h378/IMG_20201211_202213-01.jpeg" width="284" /></a></div><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">202g eggs<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">144g sugar<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">14g honey<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">Vanilla extract<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">115g cake flour<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">14g cocoa <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">36g butter<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">58g milk</span></p></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB">For the sponge I used a following technique: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwJlKhneQi0&t=363s">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwJlKhneQi0&t=363s</a>
<o:p></o:p></span></p><p align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB">Because the video has English subtitles I
decided not to write it down as I did with the Slovenian version of this post.
I think the video deserves the views, but if you’d like me to write down the recipes
in the future, please let me know. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-GB"><b>Ingredients for the cream:</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>
</div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">250ml of cream<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">45g chocolate<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -18pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;">³<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-GB">Strawberries<o:p></o:p></span></p></div></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">Melt the chocolate
in the cream then put it the fridge or on the balcony (if you live in a colder
country) for an hour and a half. The mixture should thicken a bit. When that happens,
you can proceed to whipping the cream. And voilà, you made a chocolate whipped
cream. I was following this video: </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9yH65q1FUs&t=16s">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9yH65q1FUs&t=16s</a><span lang="EN-GB"> .<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB">All that’s
left for us to do is assemble the cake. Cut the sponge in half. Put chocolate
cream on the first part and cover it with lots of cut up strawberries. Put a
second part of a sponge on top and let it rest for a bit in a cold place, so
that a cream has a chance to firm up. Than put your leftover cream from before
all over the cake. Decorate as you wish!<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><p></p>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-17879440191950004712020-11-26T13:24:00.003+01:002020-11-26T13:25:28.954+01:00Redefining my blog – again.<p style="text-align: left;"> </p><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span lang="EN-GB">This blog
has grown with me throughout the years. And it’s time to change its course
again.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><div style="text-align: justify;">For those
of you who don’t know me, let me introduce myself once again. I’m Ana and I am
currently 22 years old. My passion is
cooking and discovering new recipes which is also the reason I created my Instagram
account called the.foodie.goodie. It’s also the reason I’m redefining my blog.</div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Although I
love Instagram and the outreach it offers, I don’t think it’s meant for long,
detailed descriptions of food.</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><div style="text-align: justify;">So without further
ado: <span style="background-color: #f4cccc;">This is now a food blog!</span></div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGw7UJM9FFF7mcuNyKQRmvuwKHgowcc2CSn7eQCfTsllBZsbNndxusol9Leb0W58I9Fmw2zVxDJpJBGpDYjtNJp2I8_J21UjBvv7Uqhe6MT4vy8IIFtBMga12GEPHmkZlR8Kn6eF-JngPI/s2048/blog.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1443" data-original-width="2048" height="450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGw7UJM9FFF7mcuNyKQRmvuwKHgowcc2CSn7eQCfTsllBZsbNndxusol9Leb0W58I9Fmw2zVxDJpJBGpDYjtNJp2I8_J21UjBvv7Uqhe6MT4vy8IIFtBMga12GEPHmkZlR8Kn6eF-JngPI/w640-h450/blog.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sushi is one of my favourite things to make<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span lang="EN-GB"><br /><br /><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"><br /></span></span></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><blockquote><blockquote><br /></blockquote></blockquote></div></div>
Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-12896910052030191672019-01-07T10:39:00.003+01:002019-01-07T10:39:45.901+01:00#6 Write about friendship<div style="text-align: justify;">
When I forgot how to love myself you held me tight and told me it's okay to cry. When I had doubts about living you made me laugh so hard I forgot what I was sad about. When I told you I don't know myself anymore you went through every memory you had of us to remind me who I am.</div>
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So when you find yourself struggling, when you feel like the whole world's against you, I'm going to be by your side holding a shield and firing bullets at everyone who comes near you. </div>
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You have shown me that friendship isn't about how much time you spend together or how many each other's secrets you know. Friendship is about acceptance and love and understanding. It's about being completely open and vulnerable and trusting the person not to use that against you. Friendship is everything you have given me and continue to show me until this very day. </div>
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<br />Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-63517714844606167322018-11-04T19:12:00.001+01:002018-11-04T19:12:47.099+01:00#5 Write about loneliness<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>"Lonely is not being alone, is the feeling that no one cares."</i></div>
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Surrounded with people who care about me, people who love me dearly - that has always been my life. </div>
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Yet most time I felt alone in this world. Loneliness, this heavy dark thing eating me from inside and pulling me down. This unbearable feeling that often came knocking at the door. And I always felt so guilty about it. How can someone be lonely with a phone full of people's numbers, full of unopened Facebook conversations and non-stop flow of notifications? </div>
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The feeling that came from knowing so many people, but having no one to reach out to when I felt like this crippling loneliness was getting at me. Having no one to explain my mind to. Being no one's priority.</div>
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There were days when I felt like maybe I found a person who'd put me first, because <i>I </i>had put them first. They have always proven me wrong.</div>
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Because we as people are built in such a way that we always crave and chase after someone we can't fully have. We put people on pedestals, thinking they see us in the same way, but they never do. Far too often we rely on people who are barely there and when we decide to take the trust fall, our head meets the ground. </div>
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-11811600599420348542018-11-03T18:02:00.000+01:002018-11-04T19:12:59.916+01:00#4 Write about love<div style="text-align: justify;">
Could I define the colour of your eyes? Or the taste of your lips? Or the sound of your laugh? Could I define and describe those things I love so dearly?</div>
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I think not and I refuse to do so. Because nothing will do you justice, nobody could compare you to something they have seen. Not if the truly know you, truly see you.</div>
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You are unique. You are the only one who has ever, who could ever, see my soul, touched it and healed it. So I see you beyond what people who only pass by see you. I see you. I see how you shine through your eyes, your lips, your laugh. And how could anyone describe a soul so beautiful and bright.</div>
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So please forgive me for not writing about the deepest grey of your eyes, about the addictive softness of your lips, about the joyful sound of your laugh, for I have fallen in love with your soul.</div>
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People are strange creatures.</div>
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We crave closeness, love and trust, yet we are so hesitant to offer it to another person. We constantly fight against it, kicking and screaming, believing we are doing the best we can to protect ourselves. It tragic, really, how scared we are of bearing our soul to someone, putting in them our trust, giving them the power to either destroy or save us.</div>
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We are scared to trust someone because it's like handing over a steering wheel when you are about to crash. It can either turn out fine or with a casualty.</div>
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<br />Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-78316546951200166822017-12-02T19:40:00.003+01:002017-12-02T19:40:50.093+01:00#2 Write about silence<div style="text-align: left;">
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They can cut deep into your soul,</div>
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a small voice occupying your mind,</div>
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and you let it take the control,</div>
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even though the voice is never calm nor kind.</div>
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If you let them out, clear and loud,</div>
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they might ruin your life.</div>
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But if you keep them bottle up inside,</div>
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they will hurt your flesh like a knife. </div>
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How many hidden meanings can they hold?</div>
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How many false promises will they make you believe?</div>
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Promises like 'Together will grow old",</div>
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So let's sit together, but not say a thing,</div>
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allowing our hearts in the middle to meet. </div>
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<br />Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-73340349592006745222017-11-30T10:17:00.001+01:002017-11-30T10:17:06.828+01:00#1 Write about eyes <div style="text-align: justify;">
You might think that the first thing we notice about another person is how they dress or how much they weight or how they carry themselves, and although that might be true, the one thing that will stick with us forever is their eyes. Not the colour or the shape of their eyes, but that little twinkling light behind them. </div>
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When I first caught his glance I thought that his blue eyes were pretty. Like a perfectly planted ocean of blue in the middle of his face that gave his boyish smile an edgy look. But pretty cannot describe the colour that they changed to when he talked about his passion. When he talked endlessly about his hopes and dreams, it was like his eyes were dancing. They lit up with so much joy, so much excitement that it completely changed him. As much as I loved the sparkle in his eyes, his pure childish excitement, there was nothing more frightening than his eyes turning grey like a stormy sky. It was as if his eyes reflected his true inner feeling, his dissatisfaction and discomfort when something was bothering him. The loving blue changed to cold grey in a millisecond, like someone turned on a light switch. </div>
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So, when a friend asked me what colour were his eyes, I couldn't find the words. They were blue and they were grey, but to me, most of the time, they reminded me of home. Like I was finally where I was supposed to be, like his eyes were all there was to this life, and I was more than happy to be drowning in them for the rest of my life.</div>
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-82864640131761641362017-11-28T12:28:00.000+01:002017-11-28T12:28:14.032+01:00Regaining my creativity<div style="text-align: justify;">
Life has been moving so fast lately. A moment goes by so quickly that before realising a day, a week, a month is over. We live in this society that is constantly in a rush. In a society where it's becoming less and less acceptable to sit down, be by yourself and simply give in to your feelings and thoughts. </div>
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With the pressure of success and focusing on 'real' life I feel like I've lost parts of me that I once valued beyond everything. Most of all I lost passion, creativity and the burning positivism about life I once had. </div>
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In order to change that, to regain the person I once was and to truly discover who I am, what I like and what I want, I decided that I'll set a goal to write everyday until the end of the year. I found a list of writing prompts that's long and full of ideas that I never thought of. </div>
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So my beloved readers (if there's any of you still left), buckle up because I'm about to take you for a ride!</div>
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-8670161048108476942017-02-12T17:00:00.000+01:002017-02-12T17:00:03.229+01:00Something different<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">But I learned how to hold my breath</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I learned how to cheat death</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I kept waiting for the sun to shine</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The opportunity to make you mine</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">If you would've just let me try</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">For you the storm was a must</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Without it you couldn't live</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">You watched me bleed</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I knew that for sure</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The storm kept raging on </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I promised myself I was done</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I no longer wanted you to be mine</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I kept thinking what I should write to justify this. To justify that this is so different than what I usually do, but then I remembered the description of my blog, which I wrote awhile ago, that starts with <i>'This blog is a place where I let my creative juices flow - "</i>. </span></div>
Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-65607940329789842442017-01-17T21:18:00.001+01:002017-02-12T11:34:28.440+01:00Opening the season<div style="text-align: justify;">
Although it's mid January this weekend was my first time snowboarding this winter. Even I cannot believe myself it took me so long to get on the slopes this year. </div>
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My friends and I decided that it was finally time for us to go. I can't recall how we formed the idea of going skiing together, but it was bound to happen since we all love skiing and my friend just got her driving licence. </div>
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So on a cold Saturday morning at half past six she picked me up. We put my snowboard in the trunk alongside her skis then went to pick up another friend. On our way to the slopes we watched the sun slowly come up, and made a stop at the gas station to pick up some snacks which are always a must have when you're going to the slopes for the day. </div>
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We were at the foot of the mountain before eight o'clock, when the gondola starts to work, so we had enough time to eat something and get changed. We've already purchased our tickets a day before, so we didn't have to stand in line - to be honest, there wasn't much of a line, anyways - and just went straight into the gondola. Of course when we got to the top of the mountain the first thing we had to do was take a few photos because the view was absolutely stunning.</div>
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When my snowboard finally touched the snow and I went down the slop, I remembered why I love snowboarding so much. I got this pure rush off happiness and I couldn't stop smiling. I just got this urge to scream at the top of my lungs, but I had to suppress it because I didn't want to give other skiers a heart-attack.</div>
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By twelve o'clock we were already in the cabin, because even though the weather was nice, and the slops weren't very crowded, we were absolutely freezing. It was minus 8 degrees celsius and I couldn't feel my face or fingers anymore. While we were drinking hot tea and eating some french fries, the sun came out and it started to get warmer, so after an hour of warming up in the cabin, we decided to continue.</div>
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Around three o'clock in the afternoon we decided to call it quits and headed back down to the car. We planned to stop somewhere else on our way home, but we couldn't find anything worth stopping for, so we just drove back home. Overall, the day was amazing and we had so much luck with the weather and the lack of people, because it can get quite annoying when there's a lot of people on the slopes. If I could, I'd definitely relive that day.</div>
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I hope I will be able to create many more memories like this in 2017! On that note, I'd love to wish you guy a happy new year's, because I still haven't done it, and I hope this year is everything you ever wished for it to be.</div>
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-87851977413762482162016-11-20T20:49:00.000+01:002016-11-20T20:58:04.995+01:00MOSTAR ADVENTURES - video<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
As you may remember, I was in Mostar about two weeks ago. While in Mostar I filmed quite a lot with an intention to make a video.</div>
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I finished the video on the way back from Mostar but never got around to publish it. However, I realised that if I don't put it on Youtube now, there's no use in uploading it later on. </div>
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So here it is. My first Youtube video!</div>
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<br />Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-77777163173167051972016-11-13T19:09:00.000+01:002016-11-13T19:09:58.002+01:00I want to log out of my life<div style="text-align: justify;">
Look at me, not posting for almost three weeks.</div>
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I wish I had a good excuse, but I don't. Honestly, I don't have one because this blog is my hobby and I want it to make me feel better when I sit down with a cup of tea and write. The absolute last thing I want is for this blog to become a source of stress. It's not what I want and it's completely up to me to keep this a stress free environment. </div>
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For me Sunday afternoon, when I sit down at my computer and write about things I want to write about, is one of the most calming moments in the whole week. As soon as I feel pressured about posting something, about thinking of a blog post idea, I take a step back and wait. I wait for that moment when I crave to get my thoughts out of my head. When there is just too much of everything going on in my life, that's when I like to sit down and write. </div>
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It's like cleaning my room, except I'm getting all the unnecessary thoughts out of my mind. It's such a good feeling when it's just quiet up there, and you're finally free of all that rubbish that gets stuck in your mind during week. </div>
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Sadly it's easy to log out of blogger and come back when you're ready, but life doesn't stop when you don't feel like participating. It goes on and on and on and all you can do is watch it move and try to move with it. </div>
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Sometimes what I would need is to log out of my life. Not to go on vacation, just log out. To pause everything and everyone, so I could collect myself and my thoughts, and then when I'm ready log in and continue where I've stop. </div>
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In this world we live in we get so much information thrown at us every single day. Because of that I feel like if you were to take a brake from everything, you'd come back in a few weeks and be absolutely confused what the world has turned into. </div>
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However, I'm only saying this because I've got a lot on my plate right now and I wish I could just get a good night sleep without worrying how much I have to do, and who I need to impress, and what I want to do with the rest of my life... Because when you think about it the best think about life is that it doesn't stay in place. Its constantly offering you new challenges, and giving you new opportunities to fix your mistakes. That's the whole beauty of it.<br />
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-84571495618721263192016-10-16T17:00:00.000+02:002016-10-16T17:00:04.626+02:00How to survive school<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white;">I think we all struggle with school at some point, no matter if we like it or not. Personally, I like learning new things, I love the challenge of studying and I love when I can be the smartest person in the room. However, that doesn't mean that I enjoy school at all times, or that I can get up in the morning without wishing my school would caught fire. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">So here are a few pieces of advice on how to survive school. This is not something you should do, this is just something that helps me and might help you as well. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">If you are not a morning person, which I'm definitely not, you will need something to get you going in the morning. For me that's coffee or black tea, depending on how much caffeine I need. However, don't put all your hopes on coffee, you should get an eight hour sleep whether you drink coffee or not (look at me preaching about healthy sleeping schedule haha). </span></div>
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Listen up guys, a good outfit that you feel comfortable in is so important! It will boost up your confidence and you will be excited to show it off in school. Besides I feel like when you feel good about yourself it instantly puts you in a good mood, no matter what. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">We've all dealt with bad grades now and then, and sometimes it comes crushing down on you. I just want to remember that your life, your existence is so much bigger than a bad grade. I know it's important to have good grades so you can go to a decent college, but your mental health is important as well. </span><span style="background-color: white;">When you get a bad grade try to put it into perspective. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Is it really as bad as you think it is? Does one grade really influence your life that much? And even if it does, I'm sure there's a way to fix it. Teachers are humans as well, they are willing to listen, they are willing to help if you ask them. Believe me, no one is going to say no if you ask for another chance, if you work hard for it, no one is going to say no if they see you're trying. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">What you are doing now, it's all going to pay off in the future. When you are at your lowest, when you think there is nothing that will keep you going, think about how your future will look like if you give up. Will you be satisfied with a job you don't like that pays crap? I know I wouldn't be. We are all fighting for a better life, for a life we'll enjoy, for a job we'll like and you should keep that in mind when you're studying a subject you don't like. </span></div>
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<i>For more irrelevant photos follow me on instagram: @anahrovatin</i></div>
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-2978973410302251752016-10-12T19:41:00.002+02:002016-10-12T19:41:57.047+02:00How you say it<div style="text-align: justify;">
This is kind of unusual, me posting during week, but don't worry there will still be a regular post on Sunday, I just feel like I need to get something across.</div>
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Today I want to talk about how your tone and your actions can influence what you are saying, because that's something I wish more people realised.</div>
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Even if you have a good point, if your words make sense and would actually convince someone to think differently, if you loose your mind or act like they are 'too dumb' or that you are above them, because of your <i>progressive</i> thinking, you are not going to achieve much. </div>
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Your actions speak louder than words. </div>
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I think we can apply it here as well. </div>
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If you still don't know what I mean, let me give me an example. Let's say you don't like what someone is doing. </div>
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You can either be like: "F you man! How can you think that's okay to do? Do you seriously think that's alright?" Maybe you throw in a few punches as well, and it's done.</div>
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Or you can get the same point across calmly and wisely. "Hey, I think what you're doing isn't cool, man. You're making people feel uncomfortable, including myself. Could you please stop or do that somewhere else?"</div>
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I can say for myself that if someone came up to me, and say the first thing I would just think they're an idiot, and would't care much for their opinion. However, the second one would made me stop and think. Furthermore, the next time I did something I'd ask myself if everyone else is comfortable with it.</div>
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Well, that's it for today's post. It's a bit different than usually, but the intention of this blog was to let my thoughts out, so whatever - we'll go back to normal on Sunday. </div>
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-38709416035304218132016-10-09T21:47:00.000+02:002016-10-09T21:47:51.333+02:005 tips for organising a picnicOn Friday I had a picnic to celebrate my 18 birthday, and even though the picnic was great the road to achieving that wasn't smooth. So, I thought I would share a few tips with you that I wish someone would've told me before I dived into the organisation process.<br />
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-9606988580211530442016-10-02T18:32:00.001+02:002016-10-02T18:32:04.423+02:005 ways to stay motivatedWith October starting, and the cold kicking in I feel like a lot of people fall into this pre-winter laziness. Everything looks so comfortable, and the warm bed is so inviting in comparison to the cold air outside, that sometimes you just can't find that last drop of motivation to do the work you are supposed to.<br />
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School has started and my life seems to revolve around it. For me school comes hand in hand with stress and self-doubt, so I wanted to do something that would make me happier.</div>
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I decided that for a week, every day, I would try to write down as much things that made me happy as possible. Simply because I want to put my life into a perspective for myself. I want to see how many times a day I'm actually excited or happy about something. Also, I want to focus on positive things instead of my anxiety, and I think this could be really good for me.</div>
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The start of this week was great! The first two lessons I had were actually enjoyable and the time flew by. I was interested in what we were learning, and after quite some time I felt intrigued to learn new things.</div>
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When the first two lessons were over I headed to a class where my next lessons was at. There, freshman were waiting there for us with a bribe - lots of delicious pastry they made themselves. It's like a tradition that freshman need to bribe the seniors, so that the initiation isn't as bad as it supposed to be. The bribe also brings them extra point for initiation - whichever class wins at the initiation gets a chance to organise it when they are seniors. And of course the bribe made my smile a little wider (as well as my stomach)! I was so full and so were my classmates, and two days later we still had some of the pastry left.</div>
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One thing that can always make you feel better or at least make you feel satisfied is money. And I got paid for my summer job on Monday, so needless to say my day got a whole lot better.</div>
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Beside all those things, one that made me smile like an idiot was when a girl complimented my lashes. I have quite long lashes, and she asked me if they were fake. When I told her they were real she was so shocked, and said they look really good - yey!</div>
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On Monday I also had my first training of boxing after two months and even thought I was dead by the end of it because I practically did nothing to stay in shape during summer, I was also extremely happy and proud of my self.</div>
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In the evening I talked to a friend of mine about this thing I am really insecure about. However, he made me feel so completely normal, and he was so open about it and ready to help that I fell asleep with a the biggest grin on my face.</div>
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Is there a better way to start your day than finding out that the first two lessons are cancelled and you can sleep for an extra hour? I don't think so. Besides extra sleep equals happy me.</div>
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When I came home from school, I ordered some make-up online and I was so excited about it. I've never ordered anything online before, and I paid so little for what I was getting that I couldn't possibly get a better deal. The reason I order it, was because you can pay for it when you pick up the package and because the eyeshadow pallet I was getting looked like a dream.</div>
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My grandma came to our apartment on that day, and she's always so lovely and nice - like any grandma, I suppose. She is the person I look up to because of how kind she is, but she can be really determined when she needs to be, and I really admire that. I feel like she picks me up when I'm at my lowest point, and her hugs just make everything okay.</div>
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You know what I figured out? That food makes me really happy. Because once again the food was the reason for my happiness. In school we got a chocolate waffle - a mini packed one, for a snack.</div>
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Wednesday was really sunny, and it was a perfect day for a walk with my dog. All the autumn colours and the sun made everything so beautiful, and I wish I could've captured the moment with my camera.</div>
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After a walk with my dog, I was informed that my package arrive, and I literally stormed out to get it. I paid around 20€ for Revolutin pallet with 32 shades and 8 Jessup brushes. If that isn't a bargain, I don't know what is. I just hope that everything will be as good as it looks!</div>
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For lunch my mum surprised me with sushi, which is my favourite food ever even though my parents don't like it. However, my brother and I are crazy about it and it was the most satisfying lunch I've had in a while. </div>
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My first two lessons were cancelled again, so I had a lie in which was amazing. The fact my first two lessons were cancelled also gave me the opportunity to play around with my new eyeshadow pallet and wear proper make-up to school.</div>
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I got asked to prom. Do you need any further explanation why this made me happy?</div>
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I had another boxing training. I love how full of energy and happy it makes me. I don't know whether it's the exercise that makes me feel good or the people, but I think it's the last because I've always been active, but I never felt so happy after trainings.</div>
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I'm writing this in the evening, and my father brought me a letter from a friend that went to study abroad, just in time for me to included it in. I honestly cannot stop smiling like an idiot. It brighten my day up (Ana if you're reading this; thank you very much, I love you too).</div>
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It was my birthday on Friday, and well let's be honest, birthday's are always amazing. In the morning my family surprised me by singing happy birthday to me and gave me a present - I got an iPhone SE. </div>
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I got some presents in school as well. Traditionally they bought me sushi which was delicious. </div>
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After school I met up with two of my old classmates, and my very best friends. We went out for an ice cream, and they gave me some sunflowers which are absolutely beautiful. The three of us hadn't hung out for the longest and even though I see both of them separately it just isn't the same as when we are all together. </div>
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Later that day I went out for a meal with my family, and those family lunches are my favourite. I love it when the whole family is together, even though we argue a lot.</div>
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Saturday was super sunny, so I went for a walk with my dog. Something about nature calms me and gives me so much energy. I also love how having a dog is an excuse to talk to other dog owners because you get to meet so many different interesting people. </div>
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After a walk with a dog I met up with a few of my friends and we went out for a drink. At the end of it I was basically crying with laughter. These girls never fail to make my day brighter, and I couldn't appreciate them more. </div>
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We walked around the city centre and decided to check out Lush. Lush's bath bombs are my weakness because of how good they smell and how lovely they look, so I had to treat myself and get myself one. I don't know why, but getting yourself something just leaves behind this feeling of satisfaction, doesn't it?</div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">In the evening I went to a party, and got to see so many people I haven't seen in ages. It had to be one of the best night I had in a while. It felt like going back to when we were thirteen, young and reckless, except that it was so much better.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Because I came home so late the day before, I had a lie in. When I woke up, my mum wasn't at home, so I called her to find out that her, my aunt and grandma went out for a morning coffee, and asked me if I wanted to join them. Of course I was dressed in a minute and just a few moments later I was sitting in a city centre, taking a sip of my cappuccino and enjoying the warm sun. </span></div>
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<i>I apologise for the long post, but I didn't expect that there would be so many things in my week that happened to me which I enjoyed. During the week I realised that writing this stuff down made me more positive and not as stressed out as usually because I knew that whatever the day would bring there was so many things to look forward to. It's those small things that make life enjoyable and I feel like too often we focus on the bad instead of the good. I hope to stay as positive as I was this week and I would strongly advise you to do the positivity challenge to see how good your life actually is if you decided to look for the positive things. </i></div>
Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-74719818448323607772016-09-18T17:00:00.000+02:002016-09-18T18:54:53.996+02:00Why do I do this to myself?This week I've been feeling very poorly. I even stayed off school for a few days because of it. Between all the coughing and drinking tea, I started watching a new series.<br />
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Usually, I have a silent agreement with myself that I am not allowed to start watching series which are still in the making. Why? Firstly, because I am too freaking impatient and can't function normally until new episodes come out, and secondly because I love binge watching series.<br />
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However, I've seen a few people talking about <i>Stranger things </i>on Instagram and decided to Google it, to see what the series is about. Somehow I started watching the first episode just to get the taste of it. Let me tell you that wasn't a good idea.<br />
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I am a big fan of anything horror/mystery/sci-fi and <i>Stranger things</i> just have it all.<br />
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They had me hooked from the the first minute of the first episode until the end on first season, eight episodes later. As you've probably guess already the series is relatively new, and it only has one season so far. The second season is in the making, but do you see my problem now?<br />
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I got obsessed with yet another series that isn't finished.<br />
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And I can already see myself watching the new episodes when I should be studying for exams.Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-46525062655629262112016-09-11T17:19:00.000+02:002016-09-11T17:19:20.953+02:00My bare soul on the paperToday's post is going to be a bit more on the dark side if I can say that. It's not going to be all happy and full of life and what I want to achieve. Today I want to talk about my insecurities and things that scare me to death about life and about the future.<br />
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I'm a very anxious person. I hate being thrown into situations where I don't know anyone, but have to be there because the person who invited me means a lot to me. I hate starting conversation with people that make me feel inferior. I tend to close myself up, and just stand there, listening to them, but not contributing to the conversation in anyway. So it often happens that I remember people I've met, but they don't remember me because I am a shadow of a person when I am thrown into a group of people. If I am forced to talk with someone one-on-one it's much more comfortable and I open up quickly, but when there's a group of people I often find myself lost for words. Honestly, it's like my brain doesn't function anymore, it just shuts down.<br />
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Especially lately I've been feeling out of place. Even thought I want to achieve things, even though I know what I want my next step to be, it all seems impossible. I listen to people, I listen to what they have to say and I just feel soooooo dumb. And it scares me!<br />
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I'm afraid that I am not smart enough to achieve things I've set out for myself. I am afraid that I am stuck in this life and I don't have much to offer. I am afraid that I am not interesting enough. I am afraid that I will spend my whole life being someone ordinary, being someone who does things as a part of their routine, and in the end I'll look back on life and realise I was so anti-social, so anti-talented, so anti-everything that I didn't amount to much at all.<br />
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Maybe it's because I am surrounded with people who are smart, outstanding, and I am barely average. Maybe it's because they are all good at physics, and maths, and chemistry, and all I do in school is daydream. Maybe it's because what I like to do isn't something that could be considered a job. Maybe it's because there isn't a single subject in school with which I've completely fallen in love with. Maybe it's the pure pressure of society that people who are well educated are the only ones who really matter. Or maybe it's just me, another ordinary person getting lost in the system.<br />
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<br />Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-1712700059876140482016-09-05T19:36:00.000+02:002016-09-05T19:36:00.632+02:00Montenegro and CroatiaIf you recall last post, you remember that I talked about going to Montenegro for a week (although, to be precise, it was only five days).<br />
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We started out journey five minutes past midnight on Monday morning. I've seen a few of my schoolmates during summer, when we went to the seaside together, but I saw most of them for the fist time after two months. Naturally, we hugged and talked loudly about what happened and how school's just around the corner. Before we could really get into the conversation the music started blaring through the speaker that my schoolmate brought along and the party started...</div>
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Our first stop (if I don't count the bathroom breaks) was Dubrovnik. To be honest, I didn't know much about Dubrovnik except that the Game of Thrones was filmed there and that supposedly, it is beautiful.<br />
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Thankfully we had a guide who walked around with us and gave us a summary of history, so we learnt more about the city itself. Then we had more than an hour to wonder around the city by ourselves and explore narrow streets hidden from the crowd.<br />
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The city was beautiful, however, I made a mistake of wearing jeans (because it was cold when we got on the bus in the middle of the night) and let me tell you, I was boiling in them. It was so freaking hot I thought I was going to lose my mind! At least when we returned to the bus, the air conditioning was on, so I cooled down a bit.<br />
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We arrived in Budva in the late afternoon, we settled in our rooms, then headed to the beach. I must say, I wasn't impressed with beach in Budva. Maybe, it's because I am used of clear blue water and beaches that are not as crowded as they were here.<br />
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In the evening we met in front of the hotel with the rest of my schoolmates, and headed to the club called Paris (which has a big Eiffel tower in the middle, and a bar underneath). Paris might be one of the few clubs I actually like, because it's in the open, so it doesn't make me feel trapped in the crowed.<br />
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The next day we headed to Cetinje which used to be a capital city and the residence of the royal family. We had a look around, and had some free time as well before heading to Lovćen where stand the mausoleum of Njegoš. You have to walk up 461 steps to get to the entry, but the view alone is totally worth it, not to mention the historical value of the place.<br />
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The trip was coming to an end, but on our way back, we stopped in Split as well. We didn't actually go sightseeing there, we stopped so we could stretch our legs a bit and grab a quick bite, but I still managed to snap some photos to share this magnificent Croatian city with you.</div>
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I've already picked up my school books and my anxiety is letting me know that new school year is just around the corner. </div>
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I am going to Montenegro! It's going to be that one last touch of summer before going back to classroom.<br />
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This trip has been planned for quite some time now, even though I haven't written about it yet. The fact is, I don't like writing about stuff before it happens, because I don't want to jinx it. So let me explain more about this trip and what it's all about.</div>
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I don't know how things are in other countries, but in my country, you go on a trip with you whole class, during summer holidays before starting you last year of high school. I guess it's some kind of farewell, but it's also a lot of fun. </div>
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This trips are specifically created for students and are full of night-time activities, but also sightseeing. The usual destination, or should I say, the destination that's most know for these trips, is Greece, but we didn't want to do that. To be honest, we went back and forth between Portugal and Spain, before settling for Montenegro.<br />
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Well, I better start packing and I'll se you guys next week (if I make it back in one piece). </div>
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-86486564308792562202016-08-21T17:00:00.000+02:002016-08-21T17:00:23.544+02:00Things you do on holidays with friends<div style="text-align: justify;">
I watch way too many vlogs of youtubers, the ones in which they go on holiday or travel around, and not so long ago I watch Oli White's one. He went to Croatia and it looked like he really enjoyed himself. One thing he did with his younger brother James was parasailing. For those of you who have no idea what parasailing is, here's the definition from the internet: <i>"Prasailing also known as parascending or parakiting, is a recreational kiting activity where a person is towed behind a vehicle (usually a boat) while attached to a specially designed canopy wing that reminds one of a parachute, known as a parasail wing."</i> Now, that looked absolutely and utterly crazy/amazing.</div>
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It also looked like something my friends and I would totally do.<br />
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Luckily, my friends and I were planning to go to Croatia as well. About a week after Oli's vlog went up, I was already in the car with my friends on the way to the sunny coastline of Croatia.</div>
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While we were sunbathing on the beach the second day of our stay, I pitched the idea to my friends. Out of six, five of us agreed that we would like to go parasailing. We knew they did parasailing because we saw a few people doing it, so we were on a mission to find a place which offered parasailing.</div>
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The next day the excitement started to grow as we got closer to the meeting point. When we waited for them to pick us up, I was a bit nervous, but in a good kind a way - when you get really hyper and happy and you feel your stomach twisting and you can't help but smile. </div>
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Two guys came to pick us up in a motorboat, help us get our lifejackets on then drove us away from the coastline. Because there was three of us we decided that one would go by herself while my friends and I would go together (in tandem). The girl that went by herself was the first to go up while we waited in the motorboat, taking pictures and still jumping up and down with excitement waiting for our turn.<br />
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Soon the girl came down, and it was our turn. They buckled us on the parachute and told us to sit down. As soon as we sat down the wind started to lift us up. Before we knew it we were up in the air, looking down at the water and the boat. The view was amazing! I don't know how high we were, but apparently you can go as high as 152 meters (500 feet).<br />
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Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-916810910798367587.post-55626652249489416432016-08-14T17:00:00.000+02:002016-08-14T17:00:05.715+02:00Each job brings new experiencesA while ago I wrote about the new job I got and how I didn't feel comfortable working there. However, there are always a few things you can learn from a job that will help you in life. So, I decided to share this experience with you, now that I no longer work there.<br />
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Basically my job involved selling a particular products which name I won't mention because I don't want this post to be about a company, but rather my experience. Now, those products were extremely pricey, and when I say pricey, I mean like over a thousand euros. So, of course we had trouble selling them, but where's will there's a way. We basically had to learn <i>a script</i> (it wasn't actually a script, more like a worksheet with information on it) and then stick to it to sell a product. The script involved some phrases that no sane person would ever use, but it was supposed to help us sell these products.<br />
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Before I get carried away and start ranting about it, why don't we start with things I learned.<br />
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First that comes to mind is don't let people use your insecurities against you!<br />
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When we had a client we had to ask them what they wanted to change about themselves and when they told us, we had to agree and make them even more insecure about the whole thing. Later, this would help us convince them that what we are selling is the right choice for them to help them minimise the visibility of their insecurity.<br />
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Second thing that I learn is when someone is selling you something they don't actually care about what's going on in your life.<br />
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We had to start the whole thing by breaking the ice which meant making small talk with a client. Naturally, I got attached to every client's story and didn't want to force a product on them because I knew they had more important things to spend their money on. However, my boss didn't care. I guess, she's been in the business for a long time and it made her see the profit in people, not actually people. She would put on this face, like she feels sorry for them, like she pitied them while pushing them to their limits, so eventually they decided to purchase the products. <br />
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Third valuable lesson was that whenever someone isn't using words like costs, price etc. they are definitely trying to sell you something.<br />
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We had policy which forbade us from using any of those words. We had to use the word investment instead. So, for example, we would say: "The investment into solution of your problem is 1000€." It made my heart sink every time I had to tell the price. The look on people's faces was so full of honest shock that it made me want to quit on the spot. But I didn't because I knew that eventually they would fire me for not selling a thing, so in the meantime, I worked there to at least earn something during the holidays.<br />
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Fourth thing is: <b>quit the job if it's not working for you!</b><br />
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I know, this was only a summer job, and I've been playing with the idea of quitting for a while, but it still made me nervous that I had to talk to my boss and tell them that it's not working out for me. However, she was nice and understanding. You see, I kept waiting for them to fire me because that's how ti worked. If you didn't sell you didn't work, but somehow they wouldn't fire me. When I finally quit my boss said that it was really nice having me around, and that it was really nice to meet me and if I'd like to maybe work with them in the future (not selling anything, but at an event they are organising). To sum up, having the brain and the courage to walk away before things got complicated was the best decision I've made. Firstly, because I could walk out on my own terms, feeling like it was me who ended thing and secondly, because it felt like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. On my way home I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot and even called a friends to share my joy with them.<br />
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Have you ever quit a job? If so, what was it and why?<br />
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See you next week, love!Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758276503345127336noreply@blogger.com0