Here's another post about my silly nonsensical
blurbs.
So, now I'm
on a week number two where I sit at home basically doing nothing because my
doctor didn't allow me to go to school due to my bronchitis.
So, a good
thing about that is my four-week long Christmas holiday! Even though I'll have
to take tests I've missed, but in the meantime I'll enjoy my spare time as much
as I can without caring about those bloody tests. I know it's stupid and I should plan ahead, but let's
face it – we all do the same.
Next week
will be Christmas time and I still haven't fully packed my presents, so I hope
tomorrow I'll fix that.
I don't
actually know what to say more. I had so many topics to talk about but I forgot them
all.
Anyways,
now I'm going to watch some random concert by one of the bands I adore. Still
haven't decided which one yet.
It's been quite a while. Today I promised myself to write here more often, starting from now.
I already hate winter. There's too much snow in my town. I caught a massive cold and I feel like I might cough my lungs out. Besides, the christmas spirit has forgotten me again and I still feel like it's october now.
Few weeks ago, I've been visited by my old 'friend' - insomnia. I couldn't sleep for two weeks. Finally, it's all gone, although this must have been one of the side-effects of the medication I'm taking. Fortunately, all the awful side-effects are almost gone as my body is getting used to the meds.
However it is, I'm not going to talk about my problems, although it is a part of my life that makes me who I am. You know, everything in our lives is connected - it all adds up and makes us who we are right now.
We shouldn't be ashamed of what is happening in our lives (I'm pretty sure I'm quoting somebody I cannot remember right now).
As you (probably) knew, the Orionid meteor shower was seen on early hours of last Sunday (October 21st) across the globe. Luckily, the sky was clear and the city lights of my hometown were really dim (as usual), so I was able to watch this cosmic performance in the backyard of my block of flats without any problem. Exactly at 2:30 my sister and I went outside to stargaze.
The view was amazing!
To be honest, it's been a while since I looked up at the night sky.
We saw a lot of Orionid meteors, some of them were breathtaking as the tails of the meteors stretched over the whole sky. I was happy I wasn't sleeping that night.
Weirdly, I have a tendency to philosophize about numerous things while watching the night sky.
For instance, how many people were watching the sky at the same time we did? Why do people look at stars with a hope for better life? How many modern people still remember to look up at the sky? Why the stars are so fascinating and mysterious that after centuries people still admire them?
I have also came with a conclusion that in order to be happy or see the beautiful side of the life, you must have some mental disorder, as I've remembered my neighbour living in a flat next to mine's. She has a problem remembering things, talks about unreal events, and sometimes, I have to introduce myself to her over and over again. Weirdly, I've never seen her sad or frowned; with the smile on her old wrinkled face, she tells me stories from her past and her life, tells me what she likes the most. She rejects the sad side of the world living happily without a worry.
It's paradoxical when you realize that even if we have almost everything we want in this life, we still feel hollow; we forget to smile and jump straight into the claws of daily routines, jobs, duties and other matters of the life, that we eventually forget ourselves and our small needs..
Well, this is my point of view, so feel free to disagree.
So, I've had a lot of thoughts that night. Maybe way too many...
Earlier this September I went to Siauliai, the same city that has abandoned fairground - the place I visited last year. The main purpose of the journey was to see the abandoned unfinished building. My sister told me about it after her friend showed this place to her. She said she always comes here to meditate and clear her mind.
After seeing the whole site I completely agree with her. This place is outstanding! Although, none of us knows what this building was intended to be.
I took a lot of of photos and it was really hard to chose the best ones.
The festival took place near my town (in Astravas manor) and started on 17th August (the day I was taking my TOEFL iBT) and lasted for three days. My dad had two spare tickets, so my sister and I went with him the following day.
At first I wasn't sure about this idea, I mean, I remembered all those stereotypes which are usually applied to bikers in the movies and/or in the popular culture. But I've decided to give it a shot as I believe most of the stereotypes turn out to be false.
And I am glad I was right.
Bikers are very interesting people with distinctive lifestyle. It's exciting to see motorbikes roaring through the streets and watching how they look after their steel horses.
Festival program I found on the internet
Bikers near Astravas manor
Me posing near one of the motorbikes
Festival goers - my dad, me and my sister.
It's actually amazing how they organize such festivals in different places every year, gathering bikers from various countries allowing anyone to take a glance at their life and be a part of their festival.
The festival was great. It had live music and a good vibe - an essential ingredients for a successful event.
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to see the bikers' golf tournament the next day, though I really wanted to. Hope they had fun.
Kind of a cliche moment - Wild and Free - a lion, an eagle and a motorbike.
Legendary band - Polarized Glasses (Poliarizuoti Stklai). My dad loved listening to them back in 80s.
The host of the festival - a guy with awesome mustache (probably fake).
There were various competitions for bikers, such as making motorbike from old vehicle parts and the most beautiful bike contest when everyone was able to vote for their personal favourite.
Motorbike made by Estonians,..
...by Latvians...
... and by Lithuanians
I gave my vote for this bike in the most beautiful bike contest
Let's face it - my hometown was chosen because the whole region is renowned for its old beer brewing traditions. But I'm not complaining. It was inevitable not to drink it as it was the only option if you were thirsty.