'the best of' 365 wannabe

i've finished my 3rd project 365. the end came out of the blue, to be honest. since i moved to Prague, i lost any proper internet connection. mostly i just updated my project while i had time at work, where there is no service whatsoever except for O2 (so no service for me, anyway), but there is wifi alright.

the year was nothing i expected it to be, as per usual. at the beginning it was somehow like this: i was a girl in recovery, looking for a place in this world (which i still do) having big dreams (which i still do). so no change in that aspect of life.
but just 2 months later i met this person that came to me out of nowhere in this unmemorable yet ordinary night. we had a lot in common yet we were so different. we still do, we still are. and we are still getting to know each other, but now in our own flat, in our own relationship. we, strange acquaintances, started dating 2 weeks later after we met. it was this new, totally exciting relationship and i never expected it to go so far. not that i didn't believe in it, i was just very sceptic about happy love stories and i thought i will fuck it up soon. well, i didn't. it felt good and it still does.
i found out he has a snake, he likes my favourite whiskey and his home is next door, even-though at that time he lived and worked in Prague. yes, we were actually neighbours. now we are flatmates. weird. this 'project 365 revision' appears to be my love life update, but to be honest, it is the biggest part of this past year. so i don't intend to shut up about it. i want to remember all of it.

now, let's dig in the archive of my last 365 days.

flow

    'like when you're climbing a mountain.
    you just wanna see what's on the other side...
    even if it's not good.
    i mean,
    you don't know that, but still...
    you are just compelled to see
    what's there, what's next.'

zápisky sebrané a vybrané

24/1/2012
dneska bylo úterý. Týna říká, že není ostříhaná, ale je, protože má jiný vlasy. o tělocviku jsme skákaly na trampolíně a řvaly u toho písmena z abecedy.

tři podzimní selfíčka

1/2 noční

Rounina tajná narozeninová oslava

t e ď

"Když jsem se vrátil, naskytnul se mi obraz naprostý pohody a praktický moudrosti, oranžový oheň vysílal žár na skály, Japhy klečel a upřeně hleděl do oblohy, a tohle všechno se dělo ve výšce tří tisíc metrů nad světem skřípajícím zubama."

the relative truth // a brighton project

 

evolvce // 365

moje evolvce a výběr z ní

podzim je super. ikdyž už z pole zmizela kukuřice a já si nikdy nestihla utrhnout i pro sebe.

ale i tak. včera jsem místo do školy jela s kamarády do Prahy a ráno v Krkonoších byla všude mlha a bylo to hrozně krásný. odpoledne svítí sluníčko a stejně mi je zima, a tak když čekám na Lukáše, jdu si koupit žvejkačky až na Národní třídu, přestože trafiku mám přes ulici.

prázdninová dobrodružství

Úplně jsem na tyhle fotky zapomněla... Děje se toho teď docela dost a měla jsem spousty fotek ke třídění. Tak tady je ještě druhá část z jednorázovýho foťáku. Druhá část mých prázdnin!
A teď jsem si vzpomněla, že mám stejně ještě jeden film nevyvolaný...

nature vs man

brighton on kinofilm

live and grow

'a vůbec, je zbytečné stydět se. za cokoliv.'

evolvce

words beginning with S: storm, seagulls, swimmers

'Dneska v noci byla bouřka. Když jsem se ráno probudila, myslela jsem si, že se mi to jenom zdálo. A tak navečer přišla další...'
Fotky ze dne, kdy v Brightonu byly čtyři bouřky.

what i did in brighton (when i wasn't skateboarding, studying or dancing) // moleskine drawings

"Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind." (Anthony Bourdain)

edges and the sea // i know the way

one fast move or i am gone

a midnight nation

Po měsíci v Brightonu navrácení domů.
Jaký to je? Jako když jste na dlouhý cestě, sedíte v autobuse, posloucháte písničky a najednou usnete. Když začne autobus drncat na špatný silnici, vzbudíte se a zjistíte, že hraje úplně jiná písnička. Jenže si nepamatujete, že jste usli. Připadalo vám to jako sekunda a přitom to ve skutečnosti byla mnohem delší doba.

Naštěstí, když mi došlo, že si to tam užívám vážně velmi velmi moc, napadlo mě, že bych mohla zkusit udělat videa. Přecejen je to pořád lepší médium než fotky, pokud chcete zachovat vzpomínky co nejjasnější. A tak jsem začla natáčet. A doufala, že si s tím doma poradím a podaří se mi všechen ten materiál sestříhat tak, aby to alespoň k něčemu vypadalo.

Můžete se přesvědčit sami, jestli se mi to podařilo nebo ne. Tady to máte. Naše noční dobrodružství na pláži. Tanečky s ohněm, utíkání před vlnami (a následné padání do nich), poslouchání hudby; spousta smíchu, bublinek a cizích jazyků.
Ach, jaké to potěšení.

//

Coming back home after one month in Brighton... 
How does it feel? It is like when you are on a long journey, you listen to a certain song in a bus and suddenly fall asleep. When the bus bumps on a poor road, you wake up and realize there is different song playing. You don't remember yourself falling asleep. It feels like a second, but in reality it's much longer.

Fortunately, as soon as I found myself enjoying my stay there very much, I decided I will try and make videos to keep my memories as bright as possible. So I started filming, hoping I will be able to connect all those little footages together into a decent result.

You can see for yourselves, if I managed it or not. Here you go. Our night time adventures on the beach. Fire poi performance, running from waves, listening to music; lot of laugher, bubbles and foreign languages.
Oh what a delight.

(play in 720p quality)

at the end of your lines / we were never here

Noci jsou nejkrásnější, když je můžete protancovat a být u moře.

ššš (to je demonstrace vlny)

'ke konci jedne pisnicky me zvedl do vzduchu a nekolikrat se se mnou otocil... bylo to jako ve filmu, akorat lepsi, protoze se to delo mne a ne hercum podle scenare.
ani jsem nebyla opila, protoze alkohol byl moc drahy... spis me jen vtahl ten moment do uplne jine reality. vydavej svou vnitrni energii a ziskas ji jeste vic. moc jsem si prala, aby to takhle vydrzelo a nikdy neskoncilo. jako zivotni stav. zvedacky a tocici se svet jako stav mysli, haha )) zajimalo by me, jestli neco takoveho existuje? kdyz se takhle nekdo citi, je to stesti?'

a low tide

One sunny evening, me and my sister were skateboarding along the seafront. The wind was so strong we were barely able to move forward. When we reached the Hove lawns, we gave up. We took our pennyboards and walked along the beach instead. The wind, oh my god! When we were far enough, we jumped on the boards again and let the wind to take care of us. We could just ride the board and the wind pushed us forward. It was a delightful collaboration.
When we reached the West pier, the one that is the England's second oldest and burnt in 2003 (fun fact), we got down to the beach. It was a low tide and the West pier showed us more of its foundations.
To be honest, it was one of the most loveliest moments in Brighton so far. The sound of the sea, the heavy clouds, the omnipresent seagulls and the skateboarding girls doing tricks, trying to fight the wind.

There sure will be more posts from England soon, but I am afraid a lot of them will be in English. I've decided to do it, because more and more foreign people is reading my blog and I don't want these posts to be entitled just to a certain group of readers.
Yes, there will be errors. But please, bare with me. If you want me to, I can try to write some of my posts in two languages (czech and English)... If so, write it down below in comments, so I know how you feel about all this.
Hope these changes are fine. Thank you all!

PS: You can see, that my camera is slowly but surely leaving me. It fell from tripod for about month ago and since then the focusing is a struggle.
Any advice? Do not ever buy a cheap tripod.