Me in a nutshell.

There is a lovely link up going on at Dana's blog, and it's about writing down your life, in the style of "Draw my life" videos that all YouTubers are doing right now... And since we are not YTs but bloggers, we write!

Where do I start? Well, with my birth. Which was in Ljubljana, Slovenia, on 22nd February 1991. I was born to a mother, named Nevena, who is a nurse, and a father, named Savo, who is a dentist. They have met at a coffee house where my mum used to work, have fallen in love, and have been inseparable ever since!

And then I happened, but it wasn't such a happy ending or beginning, depends at how you look at it, because i was born FOUR months too early. I weighed only 600g, and had to stay in the hospital for months after my birth, so I could gain some strength. But I was a warrior, and survived!

In this photo I am about one and a half months old, and have grown a little.

Little walk with my mom.

Beach day at the coast of Slovenia. :) Believe it or not, I remember THIS.

Unfortunately we couldn't stay in Slovenia any longer, since the Yugoslav war started, and we had to flee the country. At that beginning stage we moved more than fifteen times. All of the movings were in Serbia, since so many people didn't want to accept families who have fled the war. But anyway, we found our first home in Novi Sad, where we stayed until I was five. And then we moved to Subotica, which is the northernmost city in Serbia, because my dad has bought us a flat there, and we didn't have to share our bathroom and kitchen with five other families anymore.

My mom and Jessy behind the building where we used to live. No, it's not that yellow one in the background, unfortunately you cannot see it in this picture.

Fashionista and happily weird me.

And then, as we finally thought that we had our place where we could stay for longer time, the '99 NATO bombing came, and my dad decided to move to Austria, and try his luck as dentist there. I still remember my mother and me standing at the train platform, and looking at my father as he got smaller and smaller on the horizon while waving at us through the train window. My mum always starts to cry when she thinks about this scene because she says that I myself, have never cried as much as that day.

One of the many many times, where my dad had to leave.

But then I kind of learned to live with the fact that my dad is not with us right now, but is working for us at some better place, and I was so happy every time he visited us, that I didn't want to leave his side even for a minute! My dad has always been a big idol for me, and still is.

At some point, the time for school came, and I met so many awesome kids, which turned out to be my very best friends for next six years... And I got my doggy Jessy, whom I still have today. I couldn't be more happy about that. In Serbia, you go to the same class with same people for eight years, all the way until high school. And then you get new classes and stuff. Now, I can say that I had the best childhood ever, despite all the bad things that happened. I could go out and play, go to birthday parties of friends, and simply be a happy girl. That was really awesome.

Me in the first grade with two of my friends (I'm totally on the left, if you were wondering) ! ... and at my 9th Bday party!

Around that time, I discovered my "talent" for drawing, and I didn't stop doing it ever since. I never went to any art school whatsoever; I learned it all by myself. You can see a little timeline of my artworks here!

Where was I? Oh, yes, unfortunately, I couldn't stay with my friends like I wanted to, because I had to move to Vienna when I was twelve. My dad has settled all the necessary papers for him, and we were ready to make the transition too. And once again, I cried the whole night, because I had to leave EVERYTHING I held so dear. It was really horrible. And even to this day, I am not completely over it. It's different when you move inside your country, but I was thrown in the middle of somewhere, where I didn't know the language, people, the city, nothing!

It took me a while until I could adapt, and although I learned the language very fast, I felt like an alien for a very long time. I couldn't make any friends, especially because I turned out to be better than them in school in just a few months (schools in Serbia are much more rigorous and strict, and also much more forward when it comes to what we learn). But then a new girl came to our class, and she really wanted to help me all the time. She was also defending me when I was mocked because of my nationality and so on. We are very good friends to this day.

High school was a lot better, but still, I was a freak who could draw. I had two or three friends and that was it. Until I met Tina! You can read our little story here, which she wrote. It's so amazing!

And now... I'm in college. And still kind of a freak, but it's not that obvious. Let's say, I'm more of a lone wolf. I have a few people with whom I'm in contact with and that's it. 

One thing I forgot to mention. I must say, I am very blessed to have a big family. I have a bunch of aunts, uncles, cousins and so on, and they are all from my mothers side. My mum, like, has three sisters, and had four brothers, but some of them died. Well, two. One shortly after birth, and other because of diabetes. And I remember that too, because I was at his death bed. Well, enough of sad things.  

While I still lived in Serbia, I used to spend every single summer in Teslić, Bosnia. Either if it's in the town of my aunt, or on the country side where my grandparents lived. And some Christmas holidays too! It always was so fun to explore the forests, jump over stones in the rivers, and run through sun flower fields... I wish I could do that now! :) 

This is one of many similar pictures that I have. And this is not even the half of my family! From left to right: aunt, aunt, aunt, cousin, cousin, me, Jessy, grandma, uncle, grandpa, then the row below, uncle, cousin, cousin, Fido staring at Jessy.  Ah, I feel such joy when I look at all of them. My lovely huge family.

Me throwing myself around in the snow in grandma's fields.

... aaaaand I guess that would be it! I hope you enjoyed this little story.

Happy Saturday!

Favorite photograph of myself.

Okay, I KNOW. I failed. I failed this challenge so so badly that I even don't know why I'm returning to it. Maybe because I feel so guilty after seeing all those other lovely blogger ladies completing it successfully. But anyway, I still want to participate so here I am!

Today, I'm presenting you a favorite photograph which shows me. I must admit, it was very hard to decide, since I have so many that I hold so dear. But I chose the last one I did. And here it is:

Where am I supposed to start when it comes to explaining this picture? Let's try with the country that it is associated with. México. Ever since I was a little girl, I watched telenovelas with my mother, because they were so damn famous back then in Serbia. They still are, but that glory has faded a little because Turkish series have the upper hand now. Anyway, I remember, every single day, after I came back from kinder garden, I sat near my mum, and we turned in to watch "Rosalinda" or many other novelas which were running. And Thalía was my first celeb idol I ever had! I used to sing and dance to her songs every day, and now, when I tune in some of them, I get those childhood flashbacks, it's amazing.

But back to the picture. This is supposed to represent me, in a tribute to one of my most favorite painters, and artists in general - Frida Kahlo. I fell in love with her work in my last year of high school, and especially since I've known my friend Patricia who is from México aswell. We spent hours and hours talking about Frida's work and life, and by every minute I got more fascinated with her. But what appealed to me the most, were the feelings that have risen up in me, while I was looking at her paintings and reading her diary entries.

Although I seem a very happy and "shiny" person, I have a LOT of dark memories, and feelings too. Well, who doesn't? And I could feel her pain and struggles that she felt, I could see myself in her artworks, and I could see a reflection of me in her words. It's incredible, how somebody, who lived so many years ago in a far far away land, with different culture and language - could feel SO close and familiar. But yet, one thing remains the same, passion, love and hope.

Favorite Quote.

As unlikely as it seems, I adore this man. For many people around the globe he represents something gross, scary and even annoying. I have followed his path when it comes to his art and music for years, and never ever have I become tired of it. The thing is to look beneath the surface, and dig a little deeper, and you wouldn't be disappointed in what you may find.

For me, personally, the most appealing fact or thing about this artist is his poetry or lyrics. And also his opinions in general on the world which he has expressed so many times during countless interviews. You might see it as marketing, I see it as a very intelligent and sensitive person. And I think that I don't have to explain these quotes above since they do it for themselves.

Happy Saturday y'all!

Things that make me uncomfortable.

Okay lovelies, I just need to point out how dumb I am! I started to participate in this awesome challenge that beautiful Jenni is hosting, and I didn't notice that every single day has its own topic! I thought that we all have to come up with our own entries! *major facepalm!*

Anyways, for the day three, I am going to start to do it right, and tell you what makes me uncomfortable. And there are waaaay too many things! So, let's go ahead and jump into everything!

1.) Water
You know, I sometimes don't dare to make a bath for myself since I am afraid of slipping and drowning. Or worse, breaking my spine and being paralyzed for the rest of my life. And then, there is open water. Endless amounts of water. And the nightmare of being in the middle of it with no ground under my feet. No no, thank you very much.

2.) My own dark thoughts.

Believe it or not, I do have them. As I said in my last entry, I don't like to talk about it here, but sometimes they are stronger than I am. In so many ways. Things that could fly around in my mind then would be, death, being buried alive, losing my loved ones, failing, being burnt alive and so on.

3.) Smelly people on the public transport.

Well, let's face it, who loves this?! Nobody! But in their defense, sometimes it's really overcrowded and hot in buses and subways, so you can't change anything about it nor escape it. But then, on the other hand, there are people who are smelly because they didn't take a shower in a month. One way or the other, I don't like it AT ALL.

4.) First dates.

Beside being nervous, I also feel very uncomfortable during the first hours minutes on a first date. Until the moment where you're out of that awkward zone, everything's uncomfortable! The small talk, your insecure gestures and so on. But it's also sweet in a way too.

5.) Loud chewing.

Okay, I get seizures when somebody's sitting next to me and making that loud, rude, chewing sound! No matter what they eat, anything crunchy or not, sweet or not; I am allergic to it! Just close your mouth while you eat and it will be fine. But that is not a guarantee either. Urgh.

6.) When professors stare directly at you during lectures.

.. unless it's a very handsome and hot professor. But we don't have such at our university. Or I didn't meet him. But in usual situations, it's really weird, because I just don't know if I should keep the eye contact or look away. If I look away will he think that I'm not interested in what he is talking about, and if I do, he will surely think that I'm a psycho. So what's the solution?!

7.) Weird small talks.
See number four. I mean, i hate it when I get on the subway, and some random guy starts commenting my music taste, because he oh-so-suddenly saw the cover artwork of the song I was just listening too. And then I just don't know what to say! "Oh, yes, this song is so sad, it reminds me of my long forgotten love?!" Um, no. Or, when you're at the supermarket, and the lovely lady behind the counter HAS to discuss with you why you took these tampons and not some other ones. And all that in front of a huge line. It just makes me wanna die. =.='

8.) When Jessy behaves a little "strange".
I mean we all have our neeeeeeeds. We do. And so do our pets. But the awkwardness is so unbearable when I have friends or some family over, and he all of a sudden starts to do "certain" things to my pillows or even worse, their legs! Oh dear Lord, NO! :D

So, for now that would be it! What does make you really uncomfortable?

Good night!