tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62533047324019639382024-03-20T21:18:54.970-07:00~ elephant learnt to fly ~Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-53381056889487551812016-09-04T14:38:00.000-07:002016-09-04T23:30:47.619-07:00Pink Shorts or a Letter to a Neighbor<div>
<i>Dear neighbor, </i></div>
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<i>I don't know your name, age, gender, occupation, but I do know that you are a special person. You must be... What you did the other day got eternally stamped in my memory and made me remember that creativity doesn't need invitations, that magic moments are made out of small acts and these small acts can make the person want to pay it forward and before you know it, you might be in charge of creating a whole community of "wannabe better, kinder" people. Sounds big, doesn't it?! I don't want to throw big words, I can't really, especially when I'm emotional and I am emotional at the moment. I just want you to know that I'm always going to be grateful for making this one of the best stories/memories of my life. </i></div>
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<i>I'm very much looking forwards to meeting you in person. </i></div>
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<i>Sincerely, </i></div>
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<i>Lia</i></div>
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The past few days have been the most stressful, vulnerable, emotionally draining days of my life. My father has undergone a serious surgery and I've come to realize that I'm an immensely emotional being. All these days I've been trying to have myself pulled together, force a smile of my face, distract myself with work and family duties, think positively but all I could do was to cry every minute I thought about it. But this is not what this story is about, the story is about my neighbor from upstairs whom I've never met and who has managed to put a permanent smile on my face.<br />
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A few days ago, I was hanging the laundry outside and accidentally dropped my daughter's shorts to the outer side of our balcony. I tried to get it with a stick, then a hook, then some handmade devices that I thought would be helpful but in vain. Since nothing worked I could either leave it there or maybe drop it down on the ground, go downstairs and pick it up, which I did, but apparently I tried too hard and my daughters little shorts ended up getting caught up on the electrical wires or some sort of wires on the height of the second floor which was unreachable to get. "OK, well.. forget it" I thought to myself and moved on. </div>
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For the coming few days I observed Mia's shorts just hanging there in the same position, which is also a testimony to hot and windless the summer Yerevan was and then I just forgot about it. </div>
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I come home after one of these consequent long and stressful days, go out to a balcony for a breath of fresh air and see a rope hanging from the balcony of the floor above with Mia's shorts tied up on it. </div>
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<i>This is the part of the story where the permanent smile kicked in.</i></div>
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I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe that somebody would actually be so creative as to leave a "package" hanging on a rope just like that rather than passing it in a normal - walking 22 steps down, knock-knock, thank you - thank you, bye-bye - kind of way. I was in such a positive shock that for a moment I started doubting the creativity element of the whole story and thought more rationally. "He/she has probably sent it to us this way just because he/she knows that our being-at-home time schedules probably don't match, so he/she has just put it there for us to pick it up whenever we see it" That thought made total sense to me and I stuck to that for few minutes. </div>
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I was still so touched by this act and I really wanted to let him/her know how appreciative I was for such a sweet act so instead of walking 22 steps up, knocking at the door and saying it to him/her I decided to act the same way back. I tied up a chocolate bar to my end of the rope and left it there hanging thinking that hopefully he/she will have it once at home. </div>
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And then the magic happened... the rope started pulling back and few moments later the chocolate was gone leaving me in a completely awe and shock and happiness and a thought that there was nothing rational about it, but total creativity and adventurous sweetness.<br />
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I wanted to run upstairs, introduce myself, scream, hug or whatever, but then I though that I didn't want to spoil the moment... and I still have not... I guess I still don't want to spoil something, I don't even know what. </div>
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Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-19514619952117250022014-02-13T22:50:00.001-08:002017-02-14T05:21:14.529-08:00once upon a Valentine's day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm not a huge Valentine's day person, always felt that these kind of public holidays put extra pressure on people and pressure eventually turns into obligation and obligation turns into some sort of nightmare... and the days turns into a gift exchange party rather than celebration of love. Anyway...<br />
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Couple of years ago I got a nice perfume from France from one of my French colleagues (I used to work for a French company). The scent of was really nice, sweet but not too much, pretty subtle and at the same time had a lot of character about it, if you know what I mean. It was one of Armani fragrances that I can no longer remember the exact name of.<br />
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I wasn't a huge fan of the perfume, I quite liked it, but wasn't desperately in love with it until my husband told me that he loved the scent of it. And, of course, as a regular loving wife I started wearing the fragrance more often than just every once in a while. The more I wore it, the more he would compliment me on the beautiful scent of perfume that I was wearing. And I liked making him happy by wearing the perfume every day, sometimes several time a day.<br />
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One day, near the Valentine's day, the perfume finished. And I thought to myself "Wouldn't it be funny if I got another bottle of my Armani perfume and actually gave it to him as a Valentine's day gift"? To me the idea sounded hilarious, because I thought that I was about to buy female fragrance, wrap it up and give it as a gift to my husband on Valentine's day, just because he liked it so much... we would have a good laugh about it and I would end up wearing the perfume. That was the plan.<br />
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So I went to the beauty shop on Valentine's day all very excited and happy about my plan and started looking for that Armani fragrance. The shop assistant came up to me asking whether or not she could help me, so I said that I was looking for Armani blah-blah fragrance.<br />
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"Oh you won't find it here, let's go to the male perfume department", she says.<br />
"Excuse me?" I couldn't believe my ears.<br />
"Yes, it's a male fragrance, you thought it was a female perfume"? she continues:<br />
"Of course, I did not..." I respond in complete awe and embarrassment and a little disappointment because the plan didn't work out.<br />
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Turned out that nothing was wrong with my husband's taste in fragrances and I've been wearing male perfume for a whole year.<br />
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Happy Valentine's day, everyone! Be loved every day ~Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-78082869956935616072014-02-09T22:39:00.003-08:002014-02-09T22:39:56.778-08:00Coffee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've been drinking coffee since I guess I was 13-14 years old. I never really liked it, but I could never deny the fact that it was the essential and integral part of our neighbors meet-up routines over the weekends, the core of stories, sharings sometimes even gossips... but it all never really mattered to me, cause for me coffee time sometimes was the happiest and the most bonding time that I spent with my dad. He was actually the one who "taught" me to drink coffee :)</div>
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My dad he is an early riser, he usually goes to bed at around 11-12 p.m. and he is up at around 5.30 a.m. or 6 a.m. the latest and just as all artists are, he drinks a whole lot of coffee. The first cup of coffee he usually takes is at around 6 a.m. and the second one falls at around 8 a.m. the time when the whole family is still in bed. Yes, he is the only early riser in my family of looong sleepers.<br />
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My dad, he has such an controversial extremes in his character. He is both extremely social and antisocial at the same time. I don't even know how it is possible but he somehow is able to combine these 2 extremes in his life. Mornings are the time when he is extremely social :) So having taken his first cup of coffee he would be cheered up-up-up with the idea that he was going to share his second coffee in a company with somebody. So he would walk around the house, waking everybody up asking "who wants coffee"? ...and 8 a.m. in the family of long sleepers is still too early so usually his sweet inquiry would follow grumpy noises like "Dad, come on no, it's too early, let us sleep".<br />
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I used to be a long sleeper as well but I still thought that it was very sweet of him to offer coffee and be willing and eager to make it early in the morning, so I would get up and say "I'll have a coffee with you dad, you are making it or shall I do it"? "No, I'll make it, come to the balcony when you are ready"!<br />
And though the coffee was not really age appropriate for me at that time, I just couldn't deny it from my dad.<br />
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I hated it - the coffee, I honestly, absolutely, completely, totally, hopelessly, wholeheartedly, desperately... hated it, it wasn't tasty to me at all. it didn't make any sense to me why people would actually voluntarily take coffee, but at the same time I couldn't refuse to take it, cause it all just wouldn't work without it: it wouldn't work with tea, with water, with juice. The morning chill, balcony, dad, his tripod and canvasses, colors and brushes, stories, would come together only with coffee. <br />
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Our mornings with dad were beautiful, our whole drinking coffee routine would take not more than 10-15 minutes every morning but sometimes those were the happiest minutes of my day. And just like most habits are usually formed by doing them regularly, I started drinking coffee and in a while (in about 3-4 years) long while actually, I completely forgot that I actually didn't like the taste of it.<br />
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So now I drink coffee because it makes me happy or a happier person, because it doesn't matter where I am, whether I'm with or without my dad, in or out of city, in cold or warm, healthy or ill, happy or upset, every time I take coffee it all comes back to me, all the kindness, beauty, harmony and the incredible amount of peace that we would create in our balcony, comes back to me.<br />
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When I was writing the post I came to realize that I actually don't have any coffee photos or portraits from our balcony with my dad, but it's OK, maybe I'll take some later and edit the post, meanwhile let me share few moments accompanied and portrayed with coffee.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After I left my job and started running own activities, this was the first day that I was working out of office. My mood was just like the weather that day ~ all springy, blossomy and beautiful :)<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This shot was taking celebrating the 1000 number of followers of Eiva's Facebook page. Was super excited and filled with the excitement and that feeling when you have when you come to realize that there is a chance that whatsoever it is that you are doing now is worth doing it :)<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That moment when I thought would be really cool to end a year by visiting elephant somewhere in India or Sri Lanka (which we actually did in my former "<a href="http://liamkhitaryan.blogspot.com/2013/03/from-sri-lanka-w.html" target="_blank">from Sri Lanke w* <3</a>" post)<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This actually was the first coffee portrait that I've made. We were having coffee with my husband some time in spring in Achajour which is our favorite spring-summer morning hangout spot in Yerevan. Took the picture when he brought the 2 Amerikanos and the apricot jam pancakes were yet to come :)<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This shot was taken during one of our breakfasts at home, it depicts that funny moment when you think you like and take coffee without sugar & at the same time the one your husband usually makes for you who, turns out, has been putting sugar into your coffee all this time.<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> couple of weeks ago my 5 m* old little darling wouldn't let us sleep at night. I was really sleepy and decided to have some coffee and 29 year old darling - no, not my son, my husband - joined me. Since it was 3 a.m. I took an owl portrait with our coffees.<br /></td></tr>
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2012 has been the most crucial year of my life... lots of mostly unexpected things happened to me and unfortunately they were not always good ones. Whatever it was, having a total roller-coaster year, I made up my mind that it had to with elephants, the creatures that I absolutely love and adore, who were around on my ups and downs, who were the symbol of lots of unexpected good changes of my life...<br />
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With this on my mind my husband and I started planning a trip to Asia and eventually ended up with choosing Sri Lanka as the new year 2012-2013 destination. </div>
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We were fling by FlyDubai which means we had to wait for a loo~ong 9-11 hours while in the Dubai Airport terminal 2 which was... mmm not to say quite bad, not the most pleasant place to be or thing to do ... It's an international transit zone but the airport doesn't quite look international. Men in white and women in black... then the "Namaz" time came up and people started their prayer... The first couple of hours I was very happy seeing/being in such a different culture among such different people but then the hygiene issues arose and I completely forgot about the cultural diversity and just couldn't wait but go to Sri Lanka or somewhere... anywhere just a place far away from that airport :) </div>
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Dubai itself is breathtaking, and you realize it when you are flying over the Dubai, it's literally sand and desert and right in the middle of the desert they built the city with skyscrapers, tower, fountains and lots of green :) Dubai has a very specific sandy-watery smell in the air :)<br />
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We arrived in Colombo somewhere around 4 am and I did know we were going to a warm tropical country but in Yerevan even in the hottest summers there is a mild chilly wind blowing at night, we went out of airport and the heat full of humid blew right on my face and I entered into the summer I don't think I ever experienced before :)<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We met out guide </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">Koleampur something-something, we called him </span>Kol<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">é </span><span style="font-family: inherit;">and our driver Mr. Buddika :) the nicest thing to happen after the 17 hours flight is to meet nice people who can take you to the hotel for you to sleep !!! </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">We were speaking with them in Russian. Our guide studied in Kazan during the USSR period and he kind of thought that we were from USSR! and he would be right if we had gone to LK 22 years earlier ;) So the first thing he asked was: </span><br />
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Kol<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">é: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">So how is Soviet Union? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Me: Mmm... I don't really want to disappoint you but it kind of collapsed and there is no Soviet Union any more ;) </span></span><br />
Kol<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">é: ehhh... </span>I used to have a girlfriend there :) </div>
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He is a lovely man :)<br />
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We woke up in the hotel couple of hours later opened the window and saw the beautiful vast ocean right in front of me, palm trees, tuk-tuks... the feelings were actually so mixed, and it was all about living the moment, that's why this is the only trip we have so~ few picture compared to our other trips :)<br />
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We took a city walk and got familiar with the king coconut that you can actually drink the juice inside but the regular hairy coconut that you can only cook with.<br />
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Yes! I did mention that the feelings were quite mixed, happy, excited, scared and very very unknown... no traffic lights, totally self controllable traffic, happy smiling people, offering you this and that every now and then.<br />
We took a short walk along the beach and I got a little into the environment :)<br />
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Later that evening we met our acquaintances, beautiful Armenian-Sri Lankan family with 2 beautiful girls speaking Sinhalese, English and Armenian living in the most tropical house I've ever seen : 3 floored house with the half of the roof covered for the purpose of natural ventilation... and when it rains there is a small river place right in the living room, a nice balcony with banana, coconut tree and a regular visit place of local squirrels, monkeys and other animals... oh and we drove right into the lobby of the house.<br />
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The next day to moved on to our trips and visited the<b> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinnawala" target="_blank">Pinnavela</a></b>, the famous elephants orphanage of Sri Lanka. For me this trip was completely dedicated to elephants, so you can imagine me meeting them for the first time seeing the bathing elephants. I jumped and screamed and ran down to the river from the tourists' balcony to meet, talk, hug, caress them all. </div>
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The local elephant guide saw me and came to take to down to take to to the elephants. and we met the biggest elephant in the orphanage we was so big that we had to stand on the rock in order to caress him :)<br />
He was the most adorable creature on earth I caressed him for a while, talked to him and he raise his trunk I thought he is responding back and hugged the trucked and he gave me such a wild blow with his truck that the my hair got stuck up :) I take it as an elephant way of welcoming people :D<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hey gorgeous</td></tr>
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we took a long walk in the Pinnavela met the rest of the elephants, enjoyed their company a little bit more their company after the bath time :)<br />
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The next stop was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dambulla" target="_blank"><b>Dambulla</b></a>. We took a walk in the Cave temple to see lots of Buddha statues, sleeping, in nirvana, sitting, praying and a lot of other poses together with a local monk who was accompanying us around telling stories... beautiful and breathtaking place.<br />
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The worse part for me about visiting Buddha places is that you have to walk distances barefoot. </div>
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The special thing for me particularly in the cave temple was the monk who came up to me, took my hand and said that I had a good karma, and he is right :) I do have a good Karma!!! Tik, my husband thought that he said so just because of the tip, I like thinking that my good Karma is just sooo~ good that it's that obvious for monk's naked eye :P :) </div>
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The next stop was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigiriya" target="_blank"><b>Sigiriya</b></a> 350 m high rock fortress with a big beautiful royal palace on the top of it.When I first saw it was scary huge like 12 times taller than my parents' 9 floor building... oh and guess what we had to climb up and down by stairs and oops an awkward moment, I just remembered that after vampires, Dracula, ghosts I'm stair-phobic - if there is such a word, but yes, I'm scared of stairs (for me it's something very~very uncontrollable for my height and every time I go up and down I have the feeling that I'm about to fall down)... I went up and down without falling down, shouting, crying or having a heart attack and had my well deserved feeling of triumph. The place itself is breathtaking with beautiful beautiful view. We saw the royal palace on the top. took a walk around and you know what?! that king had 500 wives, can you imagine?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I know I burnt the sky, but it doesn't Sigiriya less high :) S* & her surrounding royal gardens</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">steps were marbled & it had rained the day before, so they were wet and slippery </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">doggy chilling out on the height of 250 m</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">half way through</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">& we made it to the top</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I still couldn't believe I did that!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I look excited but in fact the only thing that was going on in my mind was: <br />"how on earth am I going to climb down..."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the royal pool for wives of the king, he seemed to like sitting on this thrown <br />& watching them swim</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I mean... look at the stair, if you looked down all you could think of would be<br /> "I really-really don't want to die"<br /></td></tr>
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Later on we rode ~Mutto~ actually, before going to Sri Lanka I had doubts whether it's good to ride elephants or not, I researched a little bit... some forums would say that it's OK, other would disagree... but anyways I love elephants and I never ever in my life would want to hurt them. So we went to visit elephants and I very very reluctant to ride Mutto, as I was convinced that it's bad for them, but local elephant men told me that I shouldn't worry about that cause it wouldn't hurt them but of course I didn't want to believe just like that until my logic switched up: a regular 18-20 year old elephant weighing 4 tons each 200 kg food per day which basically means that my husband and I weigh less then he eats, would be really feel us, and would it really hurt?! what about horses and donkey... they weigh much less and people still ride them... and also "does our Hrant eat 200 kg a day?"<br />
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Good or bed I set on the Mutto and she took us for a short walk :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">walk with Mutto :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mutto in the river</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">in the middle of the walk the elephant suddenly stopped, I asked the guide <br />what happened, he said : "kaka Madam... &...tsunami" :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">thanking Mutto for a nice ride</td></tr>
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p.s. did you know that in Sri Lanka people recycle elephants excrement and make a recycled paper. I saw couple lovely note books and wanted to buy for some of my friends as a souvenir, then I thought "OK how do I present the souvenir, hey I got you something special, it's a beautiful notebook for you to write/draw in... oh and by the way, it's made out of elephant excrement" :D<br />
Should have bought couple of them, at least now I would know what the reaction would be :))<br />
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When we went to history museum and visited another <b>Buddha ancient temple</b>!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">remainings of the Buddha temple</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">former parliament building</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tik in the parliament standing in the place of one of the ministers</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">famous moon stone</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">biggest stone book</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tik coming out of one of the Buddha temple :))</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Buddha in nirvana</td></tr>
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and last but not the least :) One of the most interesting Gods I ever came across :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">God of fertility and sex :D in old times when a woman could get pregnant, <br />she would come to this status pour some milk on it and get pregnant :)</td></tr>
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One the way back to the hotel we met this wild cutie coming out of the tropical forest :) Our driver was terrified but I was excited~<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wild cutie on highway :)</td></tr>
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Then we moved on to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kandy" target="_blank"><b>Kandy</b> </a>where we visited the the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relic_of_the_tooth_of_the_Buddha" target="_blank">Relic of the tooth of the Buddha </a>. It was a big, beautiful place, you know another "perfect place" to walk barefoot on a rainy day :)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the temple</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Inside of the temple</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">panorama ;)</td></tr>
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Then we went to see national singing and dancing performances, honestly I wasn't impressed by the technical or vocal abilities of the performers but they did have very colorful and beautiful costumes it's all just a very entertaining to watch once or twice :)<br />
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Then we reached the <b>tea land</b>. We went to see tea plantations and also took a tour in the tea factory where a very nice guide who actually was the first person who knew what Armenia was and where it was :) We got to know to the technologies of making the black, green, white teas both in leaves and bags. And I gave a little hand to the local women working in the factory! so the next time you take English Breakfast, remember me, cause I might have help in the making-of process :) </div>
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Then we visited the botanic garden, I call it a paradise for biologists. Tons of tree, plant and greenery variety, beautifully and carefully preserved. I'm took a walk only on around the important areas of the garden cause walking and getting to know to the entire territory of the garden would take around 3 days.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tik and Kole at botanic garden</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is not a decorated tree, it just grows like this</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the yellow thing down there, it's me :) yes! <br />this tree was thaaaat huge!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">unless I'm mistaken it's one of those walking tree: wherever the brunch touched<br />a tree grows and one tree can make a whole forest</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">& my favorite DRUNK trees :))</td></tr>
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In between we tried the national costumes and had a wonderful Sri-Lankan massage (no pics from massage, of course ;) :)<br />
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Then we ended a trip at the beautiful beach on the south west of the island and spend 6 days on the beach, did nothing but swimming, drinking king coconut, then swimming again then sleeping long hours :) <br />
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During this trip we visited around 12 cities, got to know to the culture and the people. I came to realize that people can be kind to each other, smiling and happy and appreciating what they have rather than complaining about what they don't, at least that's what I saw in people here during my short trip :) I'm not saying everything was perfect, and tip request at anything was annoying, something that would make you feel mean every time you refused to give a tip but I still wouldn't put the "happy madam? tip madam!" stereotype on the whole country and all the people. I lost my favorite earrings, but I don't want to complain about that... little something I gave in return to all the emotions I got from LK :) </div>
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This trip taught me to be patient, positive and most importantly grateful for what you have. I so am... and also his trip made me realize how close people can live with nature, how close they can be with animal & that made me hate Zoos as place for caged animals even more now :-/<br />
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My father always told me that I should travel a lot and make the world a smaller place for you to be in and I'm so totally going to do that :) </div>
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p.s. next stop ~Cuba~</div>
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Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-70227020134785066702013-03-23T10:34:00.000-07:002013-03-23T14:14:16.992-07:00all on my ownlittle something about being self employed<br />
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I have always known that I'm eventually going to end up being self employed or probably it's still better to say - away from all kinds of 9 am - 6 pm, 10 am - 7 pm or 24/7 schedules imposed on you, making you super less productive, less creative and less happy (not to say miserable), hate Mondays and mornings in general, (cause you are assured that waking up at 7 am should be legally prohibited), sometimes dislike managers cause they are not fair (optional) and in general gain all those characteristics that a regular employee, who is not happy about his/her occupation at least 30-40% of the time, has!<br />
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On the other hand, I probably shouldn't really generalize employee habits and in general all the above mentioned, so I'm just going to present things from my perspective (it happened so that I've experienced it all during my employment times for this or that organizations). Every time I would complain about something about my job: office, manager, salary, the system, lack of sleep, exhaustion, overload or whatever my friends would tell me "Why don't you find another job?" which in fact probably could be a good temporary solution for my type of people cause my answer would always be "I'm really - REALLY not looking for a better sameness" :) Because, it's not always about the place you work, it's often about you, whether or not you are at the right place or doing the right thing :)<br />
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Not to go in details about what happened, when, what, how and why, cause it's probably a topic for another blog post, I'll just say that the opportunity knocked at the door and I had the "10 seconds of insane courage" thing again and quit my job momentarily starting doing own stuff and eventually ended up registering foundation and got on to work for myself :)<br />
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And here is what happens when you are own your own :)<br />
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<li>you manage your time completely on your own but it takes a while to manage yourself and your time as productively as you thought you would have</li>
<li>you definitely do a lot more work than you used to do with your former full time/part time job, cause now you work for yourself and there are no limits but just bundles of work that you take over your shoulders willingly and voluntarily... now you are doing everything for yourself, for your joy, your development: the key point about working more than you used to do is that you want to work, not that you have to!</li>
<li>you definitely stop hating Mondays and in general stop caring what day of the week it is, cause every day is as beautiful as another one and you work no matter it's a working day or not ;) I still have problems remembering dates...if not for my mobile phone I would never know what day of the week it is, what the date it is in general, sometimes even mixing the months - cause it doesn't really matter any more :) </li>
<li>you stop craving for vacations or looking for public holidays on the calendars hoping that the dates might coincide with the working dates and there is a chance of having a long weekend. And the reason is again very simple: you can take your time for vacation any time you want now ;)</li>
<li>you stop looking for/forwards to salary promotion, cause you can raise your salary any time you want and in the amount you want ;) </li>
<li>if you are married and have to take care of the household stuff, you start having this delusion that your house will be super-duper tidy every day, cause before you probably, just like a most married women with full time employments had time to really really make the house super clean on weekends, but it's an illusion! your house is not tidier than it used to be and a big difference with former house cleaning habits is that you might hate household stuff even more now, cause it's taking YOUR time from YOUR beloved occupation</li>
<li>another funny thing might occur that lots and "loads" of people might start thinking that you have plenty of time for anything which is not true again, cause if before you knew that you finish you job at around 6-7 pm, now you have NO IDEA when you'll finish it and what else might pop up</li>
<li>alongside with lots of people thinking that you have plenty of time, even more people start thinking that you are actually unemployed... but, I mean... do you really care what others think ?! if you still do, then don't ;) </li>
<li>your mind starts working in its full creativity that you probably would never thought you were capable of, you know why?! you are not doing a routine work! even if you are during a little routine/administrative work for a while you know exactly why you are doing that and where you are going to!!! you start to create new things and it doesn't even matter what profession you are in, you mind starts working in different ways where there are no limits, no judgement and no control</li>
<li>you start having these strong cravings for dramatic changes in your appearance, cause so many things have changed in your life, you have changed so much along with your life, and it's strange to look in the mirror and see your former self that now you have hard times really recognizing. As for the appearance changes - I had a dramatic cut-off my hair :) </li>
<li>you wake up at around 6 am in the morning! "WHAT? how this happened? why am I up this early? mmm~ wow it's actually nice to wake up this early, no cars, no people fresh air, birds sing, oh look the sun rises, GOD it's beautiful, I actually forgot how the sunrise looked... oh so this is what peace and serenity looks like... I'm gonna get some coffee" exactly what I thought on the second day of my "unemployed" life :) and then I got to work</li>
<li>you are less sustainable than you used to be, I mean you never know what's going to happen tomorrow but on the other hand... is there any sustainability in Armenia? is the whole sustainability thing not an universally accepted myth?! I can bet, it is! and not knowing what's going to happen tomorrow is exactly what makes your mind works so~ creatively and you come up with so many new ideas and implement new "projects" that make you sustainable day by day. And in general I came to really realize that sustainability and comfort is not always what you need or should constantly have... cause magic happens when you actually get out of it ;) </li>
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My dad would always say "whatever I do in life, do it as best as you can possible do, be as best in it as you can possible be, so now this is exactly what I'm striving for together with my <a href="http://www.eiva.am/" target="_blank">Eiva</a> :) </div>
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p.s. I hardly ever read long blog posts without visuals, I just keep wondering why on earth do I keep writing such long posts ?! :)</div>
Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-26055650782044225452012-09-08T11:03:00.001-07:002012-09-08T11:47:30.069-07:00the "ColorGuide" story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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Back then, still considered as newly married, living in a new beautifully tiny apartment with fresh renovation and furniture, lots of home decorations were still missing. So that evening was just perfect for me to get some little nice things for home. </div>
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Going from one shop to another I came across some beautiful and colorful cushions that I thought would fit our apartment perfectly. And they were on sale, so the luck was on my side :)</div>
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I love cushions, I could live a cushion house, if I liked the shopping thing in general, I would go for cushion shopping every day. But luckily or unfortunately I'm not a huge fan of the shopping thing & I go out for shopping every once in a long while, so what I'm saying is that the evening was perfect for me buy several beautiful cushions for the coziest place in the world/our place;) and put a BIG CHECK on the cushion part of the home decoration. But if only the case was that easy.</div>
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I went to select some cushions, they were beautiful, colorful, diverse and I somehow got lost in them. I couldn't make up my mind which ones I'd want to take. I'm in general for minimalism and our entire apartment is designed so and I really didn't want to spoil the style by bringing in random color cushion diversity. I mean I love colors, but still.. When I eventually decided on the cushions I came to realize that I couldn't remember the color of our sofa. Terrible, I know, but I really couldn't... was it purple? red? </div>
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Whatever it was, I was really upset that I couldn't remember the color of our sofa exactly right and I got so upset that I decided not to buy any cushions at all. </div>
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Then, going out of the shop an idea just came up to me that if I had a application on my home that could detect color and find its matches that would be perfect, I could detect the color of the sofa exactly right and have the matching colors of the detected color right on :)) I actually LOVED the idea!!! I thought it will be so useful for so many people just in daily routine: clothes shopping, home decorations shopping... & pretty much anything! So I called my almighty "Brad Pitt" to share the idea and he seemed to love it as well:)</div>
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And I was sooo happy when I found out that he actually started programming process of the application :) ...researching on the color theories, studying the color algorithms and so on.</div>
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So this is how the application actually works: </div>
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<li>You go into the application and get a real time detection of the color</li>
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<li>You go the to page with the detected color and its matches & with a little <i>(I call it) </i>bonus feature :) it gives the the colors RGB codes as well</li>
<li>You save is as a pictures with the detected and matched colors in the "ColorGuide" folder in the gallery.</li>
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And here, let me just say how absolutely happy I am for my husbandEST HUSBAND ever for actually making it happen!!! </div>
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<i>aaaaa~ shat kayfa!!</i></div>
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Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-30642430846774809262012-05-03T10:23:00.000-07:002012-10-05T03:12:55.054-07:00QUIRVA<span style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Couple of weeks ago, my friends visited me... you know, sitting around, having snacks, talking about everything and nothing when we reached the general topics of families and friendships. My mom was there too, nursing me (I guess, I didn't mention I was a bit ill) so she told a wonderful story of real friendship that passed generations, a friendship that seems quite unreal to me at the moment.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Back in early 1920-s there were a lot of Azeri villages in the Eastern part of Armenia, I will be mainly</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> talking about Alaverdi (Lori) and its surroundings where my mother comes from. Armenian and Azeri people lived in neighborhood quite in peace together, as I figure (I assume, it looked something like Armenians and Yazidis</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> for e.g. living next to each other) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyways, one day Armenian and Azeri villages located in Lori started to fight. An Azeri guys took a knife to stab my great grandfather also involved in the fight when all of the sudden another Azeri guy jumped out, grabbed the hand of the guy with the knife and didn't let him hit my great grandfather, in other words saved his life. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From then on, Ghazar</span>, <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my great grandfather and Yolchi, the Azeri guy, who'd saved his life, swore to each other to be brothers (QUIVA (Քիրվա) - the traditional word for it) and take care of each other no matter what (back then probably there was a tradition of brotherhood). Their Quivahood was perfect, the 2 families were very close, until my great grandfather Ghazar died in the World War the 2nd and Yolchi pass away too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When the two QUIRVAS died, Yolchi's son Ismail visited my grandfather John Ghararich to continue the Quirvahood their fathers had made. Grandfather was OK with continuing the Quirvahood... OK but not enthusiastic (he was a head of former trade unions of the regions also was the director of the Alaverdi beer company and the Ismail was a simple shepherd... I guess this could also be a reason of the lack of enthusiasm of keeping the Quirvahood... yeah, granny acted snobbish ;)) and Ismail could feel it, but it didn't matter to him. Ismail went on carrying out Quiva's responsibilities to the fullest in the memory of their fathers' perfect Quirvahood: you know, sending huge parcels of presents, baskets of almonds, pomegranates, sweets, etc-etc, every new year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In early 1980-s my younger ancle came back from his military service and got into good relationships with Ismail, and Ismail, wisely enough, decided to shift his Quirvahood from my grandfather to my uncle and it all went all over again perfectly well.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1990-ies,</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Karabagh issue raised and actually war started between the two nations... Azeris were removed from the Armenian territory to Azerbaijan. Ismail had to leave his home in Armenia... My mom tells the goodbye scene was heartbreaking, they didn't want to leave, we didn't want them to leave, but the country was in war state so there was pretty much nothing we could do about it, besides probably it wouldn't be safe for them to stay. My uncle drove them to the Azerbaijan territory passing the border of Ghazakh to make sure they were safe in their </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">territory</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and came back home...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everyone was OK except for my grandmother Siranush (her real name is actually Tamara, I have no idea why everybody calls her Siranush:)) who couldn't find her place after they departed... she was very worried whether they were safe home, all </span>settled <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or not. So 2 day later my grand mother together with my uncle decided to go to Azerbaijan to make sure that Ismail's family was safe... they crossed the border late at night, found a local Azeri policemen who helped them find Ismail's family...</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Their meeting, my mom tells, was very emotional, tears and laughter... Ismail couldn't believe they actually made the whole way to see whether they were safe or not... Tables were all laid and a big party was organized that night for the guests... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That was </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">actually</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> the last time the two families ever met..."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">P.S. John Ghazarich, my grand father, is 88 now and my grand mother is 84 :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">P.P.S. does it really mean I theoretically might have an Azeri Quirva sister and/or brother now... ?!</span></div>
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Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-18312658413707533652012-01-29T06:01:00.000-08:002012-01-29T06:01:36.494-08:00i want to sleep<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was thinking about the general state of the world, about people, happiness and where it comes from, about life, satisfaction and making the most of every minute of it. I was thinking about love, arts, </span>beauty, social security,<span style="font-family: inherit;"> food, welfare, clothes, fashion etc~etc when I came to realize that</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><i style="font-family: inherit;">I really want to sleep first... </i><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8h_hx2llGSpFhI5_A3Vdu16NFunSw6j6zlqObCf53zPU7kOWV5phJPbyW0HbqGUu-wCQZ8S0kAzctl_6N6mg8WrNWsPuyGzy5tUMX8D7LrSTmbw0h6Hqi4CD_dekiyBNRWOWoma2YVRo/s1600/2+(1).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8h_hx2llGSpFhI5_A3Vdu16NFunSw6j6zlqObCf53zPU7kOWV5phJPbyW0HbqGUu-wCQZ8S0kAzctl_6N6mg8WrNWsPuyGzy5tUMX8D7LrSTmbw0h6Hqi4CD_dekiyBNRWOWoma2YVRo/s320/2+(1).JPG" width="241" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;">Couple of months ago I came to realize that I have been dreaming of sleeping for almost my whole life... I went to school for 10 years and I liked it, but I hated getting up early in the morning, then I went to the university for 5 years and I liked my university but I still hated getting up early in the morning, then I was employed for 4 years already and I like my job but I hate getting up early in the morning even more enthusiastically... and the whole universal truth is that I would have loved my school, my university, my jobs so much more, I would be so super productive and mega motivated if only I had the opportunity to sleep couple of hours more... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I pondered over this issue even more and got to not -the-happiest news about my whole life... The school is the time when you get the general knowledge and you come to realize what is of your interest and what is not, to get decided on future profession ... and here please explain to me how you are supposed to understand some chemical formulas, rules in physics early at 9 am when your brain wakes up only at 11 am... and what if this automatically puts you off your right professional path and you end up doing something you are happen to be good at and not maybe something you were meant to do... (talents in arts probably excluded....)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I went to university and it started all over again... probably better not to specifically mention the fact that right after the first 2 months of my university studies, I still couldn't remember how come I made a decision to take up languages as my life-long specialization and why on earth should I spend 5 years on studying 2 language ;-))) ... but in any case the excitement of being an excellent student for 2 years faded away from 3rd year of studies when the schedules for classes changed for early in the morning... (might also be a coincidence, but you never know...)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So it turns out that one gets to sleep properly before going to kindergarten and after retiring... OK so what I die right after retiring, is that suppose to mean that I die with an unfulfilled dream to get a proper sleep?!</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b><i>Nooooooo~</i></b> </span></span></div>
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p.s. <i>The Working/Studying & Sleeping system is not somehow user friendly</i></div>
</div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-3253118357004833002011-11-10T02:02:00.000-08:002014-02-11T00:16:03.389-08:00... and suddenly WOZ at night :D<div style="text-align: justify;">
It's like you wake up in the morning on a regular working day, go to the office, have lunch, meet people, do stuff, go back home, cook, read, do whatever... and then hug Steve Wozniak, one of the Pirates of the Silicon Valley... the CO-FOUNDER of APPLE :D</div>
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My husband Musss' (Tik) is a huuuu~ge fun of Apple iDevices so we couldn't but join <a href="http://www.armcomedy.com/">Armcomedy </a>Narek, Tik's oldest friend, in his great initiative to go to the airport to meet Woz, arriving to Armenia to receive the Global Award of the President of the RA for Outstanding Contribution to Humanity through IT 2011.</div>
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So 2 hours before the arrival we started the preparation process, we made a poster with the Apple logo in tricolor to properly welcome the man to our country, put on the T-shirts with Apple logo, took the iPods with "WE<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> ♥ </span>WOZ" quotes and were off to go when the idea just PUNCHED my head: "OMG, I need to take some REAL Apples!!!!" :D </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the Apple tricolor logo is ready!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">way to the airport... iPhone singing <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrkwgTBrW78">"Revolution"</a></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">iMuss' on the way to the airport</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Historical <a href="http://www.mediamax.am/am/news/society/3106/">APPLE</a></td></tr>
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We arrived at the airport 9 minutes before the landing and there
was NO BODY in the beautiful, newly constructed arrivals terminal of the airport... (here
when I say no body, I mean absolutely NO BODY!!!). So we were standing
there waiting joking how happy Woz was going to be to have someone to
meet him, it's pretty strange that there was no one there to meet him.
We were even thinking that we would take Steve Wozniak to the hotel in
OUR CAR :D</div>
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All 5 of us were pretty sure that we were at the right place, on the
right time waiting for the right person to arrive...especially after meeting
<i><b>Raffi Hovhannisian</b></i> there :D... thinking who would take WOZ to the old VIP
arrival hall when there is this beautiful newly constructed NON-VIP ternimal ?! :D ... and with this though in our minds we waited there for 30 minutes
if not more.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">happily tweeting :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">guys looking for Woz Yerevan Check-ins or tweet :D</td></tr>
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On the 20th minute of waiting for Woz we started to doubt the right place, right time and right person thing :D </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">looking for tweets, check-in, mentions, info... anything about his arrival</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Arpik: "mmm :) by boss is more than sure that he is in the arrivals VIP Hall" :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ruuun Forest, Ruuuuuuuun!!! to the VIP hall :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and we actually CAUGHT HIM!!!! ... Woz at first sight/first reactions :D" </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woz was giving an interview to MediaMax, I guess, when we arrived</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woz's wife was the first to get impressed about the tricolor logo poster :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and then Woz and everybody else noticed us :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">guys moment of fame :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woz takes out the iphone to take a shot of the guys :))) </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">he looks quite impressed, doesn't he :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the moment :D </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Guys posing for the shot :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">and of course he joined them for a group pic :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">time to sign the iPods :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">signing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Musss's ipod is signed :D</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woz: "Hold on, I'll take a pic of you all :) ... I noticed all your phones are black and mine is white :D"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks everybody, now we have to go :)</td></tr>
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Did I mention that I was the camera man of the day ?! So I was
taking pictures and everyone (almost) had a picture with Woz. By the time I
thought my friend <a href="http://arpinegrigoryan.blogspot.com/">Aprik </a>and I should also have a pics with him... he
was already about to leave. I called Arpik to come up, rushed to him,
took an apple from the Camera bag handed it to him saying "This is for
you" and...</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">... leaving</td></tr>
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On the way back home we all were really really excited and happy. My husband even remembered that it was actually also our 2nd month wedding anniversary that day and said "Musss'ik, this was my present to you" :D</div>
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The day was super exciting and not yet over... my photos were going to be published on <a href="http://www.panarmenian.net/">Pan.ARMENIAN.net</a>... I was soooo nervous and worried to be able to provide at least not bed shots among all the beautiful shots that PanARMENIAN.net super cool photographers do daily... So here I can't help but send a HUGE THANK-YOU to Vahan Stepanyan - <span class="fbProfileBylineFragment"><span class="fbProfileBylineLabel">Head of Photo agency at <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=183620904987513" href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/PanARMENIAN-Media/183620904987513">PanARMENIAN Media</a></span></span> for improving the shots as best as they could possibly be :)))<br />
So here they are <a href="http://www.panarmenian.net/arm/photoset/1085/8446">"Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak is welcomed at Zvartnots Airport "</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.panarmenian.net/arm/photoset/1085/8446"> </a></div>
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p.s. Can I have a HUG from BRAD PITT as the 3rd month wedding anniversary present?! :D</div>
Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-6717842697225750892011-09-17T06:02:00.000-07:002012-09-09T04:48:39.373-07:00Married my tall, blonde, non-smoking, harmonica-playing, Brad Pitt<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><i><b> … about organizing the wedding… </b></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Wedding is magical, and saying this I not only mean the wedding day but the whole preparation
process as well. Sometimes the magic disappears, when one gets too
much into the administrative-messy-fussy logistics, but here is my moto for the
weddings “If you want magic, create magic”. </span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So this is how it worked for us too. </span></span></div>
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Not to say that I am not goal oriented, but I have always given more
significance to the making-of process rather than final goal. I mean, of course
I cared that the wedding day (as a goal) went smoothly and happily for all wedding participants, but at the same time, I didn’t want to be a regular
exhausted bride looking forwards to the wedding just dreaming of having some rest
after. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
So I created the Magical making-of process myself. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
Of course the most important magic component is the wedding dress…</span><b style="line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">~the
Bridal Gown~</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">… so I started with it 10 months before the wedding. Yes,
exactly… 10 MONTHS. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
And of course, never married before and never been really much into the wedding
things, I started with wedding salons :</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">) <br />
I remember one cold winter day I entered the first wedding salon for the first time in
my life… I walked around, saw some dresses, wedding accessories, etc and all of
the sudden I had my first bridal moment… yes I started crying…I was like “I
can’t believe, I am a bride?!... Is this really happening, am I
that grown?!... aaaaaaa I want my childhood back!!!” … and I rushed out of the
salon, and this was the last time I ever visited any wedding salon :)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"> … but not because of the
emotions but rather about the dresses… softly saying…I found nothing to my
taste or anything close to what I wanted, so here I decided to spent my time not on the visits to wedding salons, but on creating my dress. I
totally loved that process and I had time for really making a lot of
experiments, researching on designers, drawing-redrawing dresses for a month,
than the design of the dress was created. </span><br />
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Here, of course, I would like to extend my full-hearted words of gratitude to
</span><a href="http://www.eliesaab.com/en#/en/home" style="line-height: 115%;">Ellie Saab</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"> for the inspiration I got from his divine creations while creating the design of my dress.</span><br /><br />
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Here I would like to share a piece of advice/recommendation/whatever you want
to call it with you girls:<br />
The wedding dress is FAR NOT the cheapest thing in the wedding, so if you
eventually decided to make a wedding dress on your own, you do not
necessarily turn to one of the local famous and great designers for making it,
but a good tailor could be fine too </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:)) </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">
that was what I did, I was the designer of the dress and my tailor just
perfectly implemented all my ideas on the dress and it worked out as I wanted
in every small detail </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:)</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">#2 Tip</span></b></i></span></span></div>
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Start the dress making of process not less than 6 months earlier before the BIG
day, for you to feel on the safe side about the time and if something doesn’t
work out the way you wanted you still have time to change it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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actually started elaborating the idea of the invitation 4 months earlier, as we
knew we would have some guests to our wedding from abroad, we
wanted to send them invitations earlier so that they could proceed with
planning their trips. </span></span></div>
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We came up with the idea that we definitely wanted to have a special postcard
with our photo to pass the word of our wedding to people and they would </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">definitely</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"> keep photo/postcard as a good memory of a special event.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
So we started having photo-sessions with some of our friends, and eventually we
selected the photo that met all our expectations and made the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">postcard</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"> with it. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
NOTE: here I say WE because when you are together and when you are doing things
together there is no ME any more </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"> …
but on the other hand, HONESTLY men are not really that much into hand-making
things (you know what I mean ;))), don’t get disappointed here girls, just
make sure you have enough time for creating things on your own. Yes!</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">creating hand-made things is pleasant, special, beautiful and NOT expensive,
but it takes a loooot of time. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
So here is what I did eventually did with the invitations. </span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
I printed the photo, made a cover of it with parchment paper, fixed the cover
with a hand-made, little, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">purple</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"> flower and wrote the inviting text on the back of the cover
with grey pen </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">) <br />
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Yes, you can do all the above mentioned stuff but also let me tell you that
it’s quite OK just to have an online invitation with nice/funny text and disseminate it through mails. It
saves a lot of time and energy, believe me.<br />
We actually decided to have only online invitations, but I was so inspired by my
friend’s hand-made beautiful wedding invitations that I couldn't help creating one
for us.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%;">According to Armenian traditions, by the end of each
wedding the bride and groom should give small wedding presents to the guests
called …<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">~ TAROSIK</span></i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><b><i><span lang="HY" style="line-height: 115%;">/Տարոսիկ </span></i></b><b><i><span style="line-height: 115%;">~</span></i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">… to
pass the best wishes to all the single guests and wish them
the soonest marriage. Actually according to the tradition there should be
something sweet in the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">gifts</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"> in order to pass the sweetest wishes to the guest </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">) … (I will not go
further with it, just Google it for more information :</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">)</span></span></div>
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So I decided to create them with ceramics as a souvenir </span> with our graphical sketches on it and our love formula: T+L=<3 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">for people to hang on
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Here I can not help but SHOUT OUT LOUD ~THAAAANK YOU~
to <b><i><u><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35308069@N03/">Nana Tarracota,</a></u></i></b> the most beautiful, cute, hard-working ceramics teacher
of mine who gave me ceramics classes every day being on the last month of
pregnancy :</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">))
and guess what, once we were done with all the Tarosiks, little Argishti was
born right on the next day :</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">))) </span></span></div>
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The creation of Tarosiks was such a big inspiration to me, that I am definitely
going back to ceramics right after my Honey Week </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">)<br />
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#1 Tip</span></i></b><br />
If you want to create hand-made wedding gifts, start doing it
earlier than planned. Don’t leave anything for the last month. As I mentioned before, creating hand-made </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">things </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">takes a lot of time.<br /><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">#2 Tip</span></i></b><br />
Well, according to the tradition, Tarosiks should be given only to single
ladies wishing them the soonest appearance of the prince in their life, but
it’s very nice when every family or a couple present at the wedding has one as
a good memory of the day. It’s very optional, up to you to decide, but it’s
really nice to have a small present to give to every couple, family or person
present at your wedding. <br />
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Wedding should have a style</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
Retro, funky, modern, traditional, etc. Think of the style that fits you the
best and apply it to the whole wedding. The thing here to remember is that the
style you create should be applied not only to the wedding gowns of the bride and
groom but can easily be applied on the dress codes of the guests and all the
small details of the wedding. Everything should be done
in ONE manner, ONE language and ONE way.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
We were more of the Retro style, we were dressed so, had a Retro Car and
corresponding music in our weddng.</span></span></div>
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they feel comfortable with that, otherwise it might not work, or might work but
not in a positive way. (You know what I mean)</span></span></div>
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The photographer and the camera man are as important as the Bridal Gown </span></i><br />
…and I totally mean it. Very subjective and very personal opinion but… “Why to
have a good wedding if you don’t have good photos afterwards?!” <br /><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Subscribe to Wedding Newsletters</span></i><br />
You know when you are in the wedding preparation process you can’t help but
read wedding blogs, view wedding collections, etc… so here I decided to
subscribe to my favorite <a href="http://www.verawang.com/wedding/">Vera Wang</a> online newsletter and was getting nice
wedding tips, ideas, recommendations on weekly basis in my mail box. You can always find something useful there.<br />
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#4 Tip</span></i></b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">
Have Detailed and WRITTEN Budget with action plan of the day</span></i><br />
This is the part when you really need to sit down together, talk and put down to
paper everything you talk about. I have to say this was the hardest to
manage in our case, because we both were really busy and could hardly ever manage to
meet to talk about planning. Every time we met, we couldn’t
help but enjoy each other’s company and nothing more than that. As for the
planning, the Planning of the Planning was always planned for “TOMORROW” </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:)</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> <br />
But here comes the 21 certury’s advancements in the technology: Thanks to the
Google online working tools we actually had a very effective and detailed
planning of the budget, action plan/to-so lists, day plan/agenda, guests
names and their tables allocation, transportation and even the playlist ONLINE. <br />
So don’t put off anything for tomorrow if you can do it today. And DO IT today
ONLINE and/or OFFLINE.<br />
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You are THE BRIDE and not a HIRED wedding organizer!!!! </span></i><br />
whatever doesn’t work out, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">IMPROVISE!!!! </span></b></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><br />
Nothing in life goes smoothly all the time, and neither does the organization
of the wedding. There might be moments of despair, exhaustion, over pressure,
things wouldn't work out the way they should… LET IT GO… and moreover have some time for
yourself, do whatever makes you feel good (yoga, swimming, massage, etc). If
you don’t want to be an exhausted and stressed bride on your own wedding,
better don't be </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:)</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">) <br />
For example, the wedding first dance was a TOTAL improvisation in our case… not
because we never practiced it before, WE DID…but we never practiced the dance WITH
the Bridal Gown… so this is how we improvised it :D <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Music insures the mood of the day</span></i><br />
Music is the main key of each party, so if you are making a playlist of your
wedding, better that you take into account the preferences of the majority of the
participants about the music. I mean people of older generation might not like to listen to rock, house, etc all the time, so if you care that they also
enjoy their time at your wedding, make sure you have music corresponding to
their preferences as well. If you don’t really care how they feel, better not inviting
them at all </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:)</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> <br />
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#7 Tip</span></i></b><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">
Say proper goodbye to you single life</span></i><br />
I am very lucky to have friends I have and to have had the most awesome
<a href="http://arpinegrigoryan.blogspot.com/">bridesmaid </a>of all times </span><span style="line-height: 115%;">:</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">) So
they prepared the Girls-Only PARTY of my life with tons of cute, little, sexy
present and a little bit of extreme. Guess what... I had my first RIDE on the MOTOR BIKE!!!!! YES!!!!</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
The moment I felt absolutely free (strange feeling to have right before
the wedding but it had it :)))</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">That was THE DAY of my life... :* LOVE YOU GIRLS for making my day and Special thanks to Areg for the beautiful ride I had :)))) !!!! </span><b style="line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150800379590113.742246.608515112&type=1">~ UNFORGETTABLE~ </a></b></span></div>
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Be Motivating, Encouraging and Inspiring</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">
We ladies are very emotional and we are lucky to be able to express our feelings openly...
shout, cry, laugh, scream… whatever… unlike our gentlemen, so really be motivating and
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Do something memorable</span></i><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">I am lucky to have my friends and I am even luckier that they were with me on my special day. All of us at some point were involved in the </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0lfAgJZofs0" style="line-height: 115%;">AIESEC</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"> International Youth Organization and got friends within that organization. Of course, on such an AIESEC wedding, we couldn't help but perform our most </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;">favorite</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"> AIESEC dance of all times. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;"><br />Enjoy the Dance, enjoy the prep process, enjoy your big day and enjoy your life :))) </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">p.s. I am happy to share more photos of the big day <a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150456337648135.455361.617553134">HERE.</a></span></span>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-39865039484888609012011-06-10T01:24:00.000-07:002011-06-13T23:59:36.306-07:00Barcamp ~ Conference for Geeks<div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">So the previous week-end was full of Barcamp. Geeks from Armenia and some other foreign countries gathered to Barcamp together on IT, media, design and general social topics. In comparison with the last years I think this year I was geeker to actively participate at the Barcamp. <br />
</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">I wasn’t really able to participate in all the sessions I would have liked to, but still some of the sessions I did participate and would like to share my impressions.<br />
Eveything started from the pre-party at Friends BarClub, it followed by night and the opening in the next morning which was pretty cool, a lot of fun and creating the mood for the upcoming 2 days. <br />
Actually I had to leave right after the beginning for couple of hours so I got back only during the Armcomedy presentation. This is actually the session that had the most of the audience. It was a lot of fun... guys were telling about their general activities and their new <span id="goog_719778208"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_719778215"></a></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eK4kw_j-jI8&feature=player_embedded#at=19">NewsՀԱԲ project</a><span id="goog_719778209"></span>. The session was so much fun and the project video teaser was even funnier that I can not exactly remember what the project was about :)) so I’ll stop telling about the project here not to give any </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">disinformation</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">…</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"><i> By the way, once again my warmest congrats to the Armcomedy guys for getting the prize of the best presentation of the Barcamp. </i><br />
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The next session was dedicated to the Armenian Wallie (the Cymeroid)… cute and smart robot able to move, see, detect, follow and do some other things I guess :)) </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="font-family: inherit; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures of Wallie doing all that because I had to translate the session to a Slovenian friend of mine.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">As I am not really a technical person, I really enjoyed media and design related session, as I interact with both of them. </span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">I would particularly like to mention the presentation of Vadz about the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MTsK4zGbsg">Design as Art and Art of Selling</a>, and how much I enjoyed it… within those 30 minutes he gave a lot of useful information on design techniques, problems and challenges. There was a big discussion on the topic as well, so I really enjoy it and got so much carried away with the session that I forgot to take any pictures :))</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;">I really enjoyed the session with BBC journalist Pooneh GHODOUSI about the BBC World News civil journalist.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">But the culmination of all the session I attended of course was the Arpik’s <a href="http://arpinegrigoryan.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-date-geek-girl-my-barcampevn11.html">“How to date a Geek Girl” </a>session… </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">You know what I can say for sure is that some of the recommended tips can be used even when you are not geek… I am just saying it from personal experience. <br />
I am afraid I might not be able to fully describe how much I enjoyed the session; I just go ahead reading it <a href="http://arpinegrigoryan.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-date-geek-girl-my-barcampevn11.html">here</a>. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">This was the session that raised a lot of emotions in the audience...</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDyJdtJ97Y1nWr2u3ypTbhyoF0arlup6_Xe3aVJkZ9uwwE1LikVkFNxwZo_Mj-LR6dFprKdXIpYnn7l-18_z8Nk4W7b2QLpaWibDd_W7BL56xZwEnCRpOJGL5FGRqdjioGPX-tdsPzfc/s1600/DSC_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIDyJdtJ97Y1nWr2u3ypTbhyoF0arlup6_Xe3aVJkZ9uwwE1LikVkFNxwZo_Mj-LR6dFprKdXIpYnn7l-18_z8Nk4W7b2QLpaWibDd_W7BL56xZwEnCRpOJGL5FGRqdjioGPX-tdsPzfc/s400/DSC_0968.JPG" width="400" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">... and some are making LOVE confessions :))</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">There was a comment I heard during the presentation and it totally made my day :)) <br />
Quote from a presentation:<br />
<i>"Geek girls are not that kind of ones you can achieve by sending the standard flowers, inviting for a classic café dates. :)"</i><br />
Here the Slovenian friend of ours asked in rhetorical form. "<i>If we can not send standart flowers, can we at least send pictures of flowers?" :))))))</i><br />
Aprik, please clarify this part with him, so that he doesn't get into trouble when dating a geek girl :))) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">Opera guy was presenting something technical and here I would definately lie if I say that I loved the session, as didn’t really get much of what he was saying, just was accompanying my muss’ :)))) But judging from the discussions after, I think if was quite informative :)) </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Opera Guy presents...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">the audience at the presentation</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4y95lP8_f8XxoLOX_Oc6E4-EZNqJx7woTJI9gvjF2D6GKhTCrDiy9nRmYoViCX00UnvWYfJHH0faQt2AR4B9LVVJVX63SDgNAxQGwd0G_94lTj2KsjK3w4dkOzDHL4jTMCdcptUgepc/s1600/DSC_1030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4y95lP8_f8XxoLOX_Oc6E4-EZNqJx7woTJI9gvjF2D6GKhTCrDiy9nRmYoViCX00UnvWYfJHH0faQt2AR4B9LVVJVX63SDgNAxQGwd0G_94lTj2KsjK3w4dkOzDHL4jTMCdcptUgepc/s400/DSC_1030.JPG" width="242" /></a></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Geeks discussing/testing after the presentation</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">Well I didn’t attend many sessions as at some point I was enjoying spending 2 hour talking to Nouneh Sarkissian about life stuff… I really appreciate the insights I got. Thank you so much for that.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Indie Libertines present...</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">the conference is drawing to its end</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Other Opera guy is getting a Barcamp certificate</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Organizing committee photosession</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;">According to the logical flow then was the time for afterparty :))) </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">the greatest music band for the party</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">people having fun</span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">some networking</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">:))</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;">That was definitely one of the best after-parties I have attended… a lot of fun, a lot of networking, a lot of singing and dancing. I was very impressed about the fact that Geeks do not only dance, joke and have fun, but also sing and play musical instruments.</span><br />
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So huge round of applauses goes to the whole organizing committee team for making the conference happen, volunteers for supporting the organizer, presenters for making the nicest content for the conference and the audience for being there and spreading the word after, of course, all the partners and YOU for reading this post till the end :))))<br />
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<b>p.s. </b>unfortunately I couldn’t display many photos and talk about more presentations, as I still need an external flash for my camera... a lot of pics were rather poor in their quality...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: small;"><br />
<b>p.p.s</b> </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Find 3 differences</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-US">p.p.p.s.</span></b></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-30670585567847391752011-05-05T21:47:00.000-07:002011-05-06T00:45:08.478-07:00Wednesday Karaoke<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Guess where?!<o:p></o:p></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: blue; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><b><a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=206685826031126">~PowerPoint Karaoke~</a> </b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Seemingly serious but truly fun event that I have attended...<br />
A place you can be, or better said, encouraged to be totally random and make fun at the serious stuff projected on the screen :)))</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">You know what, this kind of events are actually meant to educate, foster breaking the barriers, and do something that probably you would have never thought you could do and all this is spiced with laughters, smiles and positive environment around… :)))))</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">A small scene I faced... a girl says “I am really bad at bull shitting” and the next scene goes with her at the presentation stage talking about hmmm let’s say nature that has always been divided between males and females or men who get pregnant or chickens… chickens… chickens and if I am not mistaken… a chicken :</span><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">)) <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">Actually this has been the 2<sup>nd</sup> PowerPoint Karaoke… the <a href="http://yerevan.ru/2011/03/25/power-point-karaoke/"><b>First One </b></a>I unfortunately missed, so I was really looking forwards to the upcoming PowerPoint Karaoke to really see what it is about to talk about something you have no idea and still have fun. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">I am still not sure whether I could do it or now :)))</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">So the event was of great interest to me not only because of the event itself but also because I had my camera... which meant I could TRY to make my 2<sup>nd</sup> Photo Reportage of the event. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: small; line-height: 115%;">I am at the polishing-skills stage in photography which means I experiment a lot… well, at least I try to. So this event was not an exception as this time I experimented not only with ISO, Aperture and Shutter priorities but also with my current “White-balance” mode addiction.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-size: small;">As a result of my expeiments the event got a bit bluish :)))) </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Blue is a nice color... No! “Nice” is not the word to describe the blue… its pure, serene, aristocratic and elegant… not sure how the blue worked with these photos... maybe you could tell me?! :))) <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Hayk Asryants, one of the organizers of the event opened the event</span></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">then other brave people were found :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">no~no... he was not bored ;))))</span></div><br />
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<tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">ha~ha... now it's your turn :)))</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">some people were seriously following the presentations</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">a random guy was following the event from the back ... and... and I am going to marry him :P :)))</span></td></tr>
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<tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Arpiii, a dearest friend of mine, so reluctant to make a presentation, eventually DID it :))</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">and that was good :))) like almost all the presentations</span></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Then, all of the sudden I noticed that the guy, I was going to marry, disappeared, so I went to look for him... and this is what I saw</span></div></span></span></td></tr>
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<tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">when a man stands like this, it means something serious is going on in his head...</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So I joined him and saw that he is looking for designs for our future apartment in the </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">nice </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">interior design books... but I'll tell you more about that in my upcoming posts :)))</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">...~...</span></b></span></span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<tr style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">... as you probably already guessed, we missed the ending of the event sitting in the Bureaucrat cafe and thumbing through the books...</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">f you still haven’t attended any of the PowerPoint Karaoke events, make sure you attend the upcoming ones. It’s really fun, and you can be the one to make it even more joyful. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here I will pass to the special Thank-You parts to the organizers, who would be Hayk Asryants and Albert Poghosyan, <span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333;">Bureaucrat Bookstore</span> for the nice aura of the event venue, Ashtarak Kat for making the tasty break with their Mojo yogurts and, of course, thank you for reading the post :))) </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;">p.s. I think I need an external flash for my camera</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">p.p.s. Some of the photos I uploaded got </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">auto-rotated</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 115%;">, so I apologize for that... no idea how to fix it :(</span></span></span></span></div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-5377213743139856522011-04-28T10:35:00.000-07:002011-04-28T10:35:08.245-07:00... when I got back to Arts<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I remember to have mentioned about my love for arts, and painting particularly, in my previous posts… and I also remember to have mentioned that I quit painting for 5-6 years then started it over again in 2010.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">When I started painting and got deep into graphics I somehow came to realize that I would like to do something more that just paintings. Painting is very cool and extremely difficult especially for the ones who are not good at drawing… I don’t feel I am… so I started experimenting…</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">I took wires and started making random images and they turned out to be something nice and probably what I have been looking for while thinking of my own style. I thought I wouldn't really draw anything, but rather make the images and create my compositions with wires and color the background.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Never been a feminist, but have always valued the beauty of a woman. So the great majority of my works seemed to be dedicated to women. So tell me what you think of it all ?!... will appreciate to get feedback... :)))</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the Girl with umbrella (paper, oil, wire)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2aMaR_3PxF-erGilzL-WqLAplbkdLWikaHwxaPi8Pm6xB91gp0z7FdsgXHSUYlcQSLXSXmbYRxLkgwC_gO_TKQKE4b8hyH1FF2OixR6tvk5NuM5MOH0le0H4izsf5Ls3QJqIWmW5Obdg/s1600/38190_472158078134_617553134_6498357_7489195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2aMaR_3PxF-erGilzL-WqLAplbkdLWikaHwxaPi8Pm6xB91gp0z7FdsgXHSUYlcQSLXSXmbYRxLkgwC_gO_TKQKE4b8hyH1FF2OixR6tvk5NuM5MOH0le0H4izsf5Ls3QJqIWmW5Obdg/s400/38190_472158078134_617553134_6498357_7489195_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">This is how I became a Wire-Addict :)))</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">oh, by the way, I think I got carried away with wires… look at my Christmas tree</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><i>All the decorations of the tree are handmade by Ivana Krcadinac and Gohar from Kapan (If you've ever bought anything from Homeland Handicrafts you’d know her)</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Talking about my first artworks, let me share also the ones actually painted and not "wired" :))</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the Sad Elephant (already known :)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the Girl with a cat (paper, oil and marker :)))</span></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The great majority of the photos here were taken during my first exhibition by a super talented artist and the dearest friend of mine Lilie Altunyan who lives in France now :) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thank you for your attention and the time spent on this page :)) </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">p.s. Lilie, I miss you so... :*</span>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-81211471555045428982011-04-19T13:23:00.000-07:002012-08-02T00:08:35.818-07:00~Nude~ it happened<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Before getting to drawing elephant, I used to be drawing women a lot… and they mainly were naked… so this means I used to be drawing Nudes. I dare say that I am a connoisseur of beauty… I would even say… beauty goes beyond anything… it’s a value for me… And doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with the “external design” (as my boyfriend would always say), but rather action, glance, behavior, attitude, the beauty so hidden and so silent insight... that’s what I cherish so much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I had this FIXED idea of shooting nudes… I was painting them all the time, then I wanted to shoot them, moreover I even started shooting with friends naked… and had nude photo session myself (well not 100 % nude, but rather in renaissance style… quite nice but gone… my USB stick got Kaput) … anyways feeling of shooting a nude never went away and eventually it did happen… <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">… Still I would have preferred to be alone with the model rather than in the same room with 10 or more photographers, at the class, with fixed lights, studio shooting and everything… I am not sure if I like that… and plus my camera wouldn’t get connected to the synchronizer… I couldn’t get enough the light, and all the pictures eventually had a lot of noise… but it’s actually good… Noise in this case brings a little bit of art in the photos I took. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Anyways… here is what I selected, unselected then reselected from all the photos I took. I will give numbers to the photos along with titles and will really appreciate your feedback.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3. this is how it starts</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> 4. a woman in grief</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">7. this was my fav, but I am nto able to rotate it... anyway decided to share it with you :))) </td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">I am just a beginner in photography, and I know I am not good yet (Love the word “YET” it always gives hope :)… but with this I’d like to track my progress. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;">Oh and, by the way, as for nudes, I don’t feel like shooting them any more… for me now it has become predictably boring to take shot of them... I feel like painting them more…</span></div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-12922143375802987122011-04-16T13:33:00.000-07:002011-04-16T13:34:30.333-07:00Гардероп<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;">...Все таки напечатали... </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"> ~ЗДОРОВО~</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;">Пишет мне однажды моя любимая подружка Анулик, она же Анна Даниелян, и говорит: «Лиук, я вот сейчас пишу историю для журнала Ереван про одежду, давай напишем твою гардеробную историю тоже, что скажешь»? ... ну идея мне конечно же понравилась, только было одно но: моя гардеробная история она же, ну как вам сказать...интимная... я мало кому о ней рассказывала... но с другой стороны это же любимая история моего Тиграна, и тут подумала... почему бы и нет, можно, но только в том случае если она будет посвящена моему любимому Тиграну.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="RU" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Тик обожает эту историю... <span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="RU" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">каждый раз просит рассказать ее и слушает как в первый раз. </span></span>Ну пусть теперь читает... ))))))<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="apple-style-span">Когда-то давно, когда мне было 14 или около того, наша дверь запиралась странным образом. В тот самый день я была уверена, что дверь заперта. Наслаждаясь одиночеством, я вдумчиво приняла душ, и укутанная полотенцем, мирно гуляла по гостиной — ведь если дома никого нет, совсем не обязательно тайно одеваться в спальне, если можно свободно разгуливать прямо по центру гостиной, не так ли? Гардероб тогда именно там и располагался. Вытащив желтое платье, которое мне улыбнулось из распахнутой двери, я скинула с себя полотенце и только собралась одеваться, как в квартиру ворвались мужские голоса в количестве 5-6 штук и, предположительно с самими мужчинами. Я поняла точно: еще пара секунд, и все они ворвутся в комнату, станут свидетелями, если не виновниками моего позора! Недолго думая, я запихнулась в гардероб вместе с платьем, которому уже было не до улыбки. Как только дверь закрылась, в комнату ввалились парни - мои старшие братья с друзьями. О моем временном пристанище они даже не догадывались. Действовала я профессионально, улик после себя не оставила. </span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Вам интересно, чем они занимались? Самым популярным и глупым занятием, совсем мелкие были, хоть и старше меня на тыщу лет. Они прикалывались над девочками по телефону: звонили и подключали громкую связь и тешили свое самолюбие. Возраст такой, что поделаешь? Все это продолжалось 4 часа. Последние полчаса были настоящим адом, помню, что воздуха мне уже не хватало. Когда они вышли, я выбралась из шмоточной тюрьмы, оделась. Но до сих пор не могу ответить на вопрос : почему не вышла раньше?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="RU" style="color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">История посвящается моему любимому Тиграну :*<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="RU" style="color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Спасибо моей Анулик за то, что она так классно отредактировала мою историю :* </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="RU" style="color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Спасибо вам за улыбку которая сейчас у вас на лице ))))<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="RU" style="color: black; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">И конечно же огромный РЕСПЕКТ журналу Ереван !<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-13356320592990125682011-04-15T02:49:00.000-07:002013-02-01T12:22:18.260-08:00Story of an Elephant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b style="font-family: inherit;">I love painting and I love elephants</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The story goes way back to my childhood. I have always loved paintings and have been painting since childhood. </span><br />
<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Did I ever tell you that my dad is an Artist?!... I guess I inherited love for arts, and painting particularly, from him…</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Then, all of a sudden, out of nothing, I quit painting for some 5-6 years and got back to it only in 2010. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I found out that I am actually big fun of elephants, when I caught myself drawing them randomly without putting any art in what I was doing anytime I had to wait for someone or didn’t feel like doing anything or was just idling around … and, you know, things that you do or say subconsciously are actually the things after your heart… </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: inherit;">…So from then on I decided that I love elephants…</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So in 2010 I started taking courses on Graphics with <b>Tata Mktrchyan</b>, super talented and very dear friend of mine, at the Armenian Center for Contemporary Experimental Arts curetted by <b>Ali Ansari</b>, another mega talented artist and a good friend of ours. On concluding our classes we held an exhibition. And that was the <a href="http://arpinegrigoryan.blogspot.com/2010/07/exhibition-of-graphic-design-works-of.html"><b>FIRST EXHIBITION</b></a> I have ever participated in my life… </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“The Sad Elephant” was born then…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We were renovating our apartment and I didn’t really have much space to get prepared for the first exhibition in my life properly… so the only space I had I could make my drawings was my knees. I took oil colors, vegetable old, a sponge, a pencil… and tried a new technique recommended by my dad… and I somehow did a sponge painting then :))) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I would lie if I say that I was crazy about the elephant when I finished painting it, though everybody else were… and even during the exhibition this elephant got the highest praises among the rest of my works. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">So about a month ago I got a phone call from <a href="http://ru-ru.connect.facebook.com/posted.php?id=184441598112&share_id=324909619643&comments=1">Espaces Center/KASA Foundation </a>(where I ran my 3rd exhibition) with the offer to take part at the United Ambassadors of Arts painting contest. (Let me just share the website of the contest <a href="http://www.uaart.org/">www.uaart.org</a> if anyone likes to get more info on it). Shortly, the contest was about creating an artwork based on folklore/legends/myths of the selected countries. I chose the UK and dedicated my “Sad Elephant” to the Jamie Clubb's "The Legend of Salt and Sauce": The Amazing Story of Britain's Most Famous two Indian elephants, which arrived in Britain in 1902 and became involved in the live entertainment industry from the Music Hall scene to circus… the end of the story is predictably more dramatic, so I’ll stop here… </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">…and guess what happened…<br />
<a href="http://www.uaart.org/index.php/component/content/article/85">my “Sad Elephant” took the first place for the UK</a>…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It’s indescribable to say how I feel… it definitely means a world to me to see that I am doing something which I have always loved to do and there are some people who love it too… and it’s worth doing it… </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My “Sad Elephant” was not only my first artwork to take the first place at the contest, but also my first artwork to get sold. Now it’s off to USA with a very nice person who loved my elephant. I was happy to meet him and am happy that my elephant is with a person who truly appreciates it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And you know what… the only time I felt really attached to my “Sad Elephant” and saw the real beauty of it was when giving it away to its present owner… </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I waved and cried goodbye to my happy “Sad Elephant”…</span><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-50607509720385721122011-04-05T04:03:00.000-07:002011-11-10T23:26:29.531-08:00…Once upon a Saturday PechaKucha<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;">
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">… Yeah… well, I know, I haven’t updated my Blog for a long time and since my last update a lot of things have radically changed in my life. I am looking at my profile here at bloodspot and I can hardly recognize myself… I started over doing photography, but now with the aim to become a professional photographer in some year (we’ll see… it’s just a plan) traveled to Germany, met amazing people there, and cut my hair there… so I no longer have the status “the girl with beautiful hair” )))… that’s ok, I still love my haircut…</span></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">So I could write pages and pages about the transformations I was passing through but I would like to concentrate on the very Saturday I went out with the camera and by the evening found myself in the <b><a href="http://www.pecha-kucha.org/night/yerevan/8">PechaKucha Night Vol 8 </a></b>carrying the ”I AM A NEWSPAPER” title. Of course, the event was of great interest to me as I am very much related to the field of Mass Media job wise. But my interest was even more triggered due to the fact that I could do my first <b>Photo Reportage</b> of the event and see how I am actually managing it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">I am just a tenderfoot in photography… and even if I know some certain rules theoretically, I am not always using them on practice. It takes time, so I am taking my time ...</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">So here is the story… the light of the area the event took place wasn’t really favorable for a “tenderfoot photographer”, so I was shooting with flash mainly. Then, one of Armenian talented photographers present at the event told me that I’d rather play with “Stutter”, “Aperture” and “ISO“ rather than shoot with flash. …Fair Enough... So I started taking shots as recommended, and the result was pretty good but they didn’t meet my primary goal to make <b>Photo Reportage </b>of the event as the quality and colors of the photos differed a lot. So the solution here, as to me, was grey-scaling the photos and for the first time in my life I put a little bit of grain in the photo... for the sake of Art :))) </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">While the speaches were going on, some REALLY nice guys sitting in the back probably were a little bit bored of the presentations and they were posing at the camera. The shot isn't the best one, have to admit that, I couldn't help writing about the event and not mentioning them. :)))</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">PechaKucha Vol. 8 </span><span lang="EN-US">actually helped me to realize that I am not as interested in Photo Journalism as I am interested in Photo Stories so hope my upcoming posts will be dedicated to a Story of a Man…</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="EN-US">Special thanks to <b>InterNews </b>for organizing the PechaKucha Night Vol 8, this was one of the best PechaKucha Nights I’ve seen and thank <b>YOU </b>for reading this spot till the end. </span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt;"> </span></div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-21383483246060259462010-10-25T11:34:00.000-07:002010-10-25T11:53:05.258-07:00Pan-Armenian Painting Day... and I was enjoying it :))))<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The October 24th was one of the rarely sunny and warm October Sundays that I have ever seen. The day was particularly colorful thanks to the already 3<sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">rd</span></sup> Pan-Armenian painting day event organized by the FPWC, my former job place. This event is particularly important for me as I used to the part of the organizing team of previous 2 painting day events. It’s a truly festive and creative event designed for kids… but after attending it as an Event Attendee I actually started thinking that it’s a colorful and festive event for adults as well </span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">:</span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">)) <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The event took place in the Lovers Park, Yerevan… not my most favorite park but a very special one for me …some people would know why … ;))) <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">As I entered the park I came across the most colorful bus I have ever seen in Yerevan… and this was the SunChild bus all covered with beautiful paintings of young artists.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></div><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">As I was walking around and enjoying the event I saw my beloved </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Fiancée Tigran with his Niece<span class="Apple-style-span"> Anahit... They were also painting... to be more precise Anyutik was painting and Tik was just watching or passing her various colors and brushes. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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The backstage of the Painting day event from the positive side :))) </span><br />
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</i></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">So I would like to start with <b>Alexis Ohanyan</b> and his talk on losing control in other words the role of social media. The main thing that impressed me immensely in his speech was the amount of money raised for the Rally organization, some $280.000 USD raised by the Social media, within 8 days. This was such a "woow" amount for me, I was wondering why not applying this tool to supporting kids with disabilities for surgeries and other issues? There are so~so many kids who actually suffer from certain diseases and in most cases these surgeries actually determines their lives. So my idea was to create a certain community so as to be able to raise money for those purposes. Still don’t want to promise you anything… this is just an idea that didn’t occur to me but just hit my mind…<br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">The other talk that I would like to share my impressions about is <b>“All I know about management is Music”</b> the speaker is my dearest and beloved friend <b>Sona Hovhannisyan</b>. I was soooo nervous, excited, thrilled and happy throughout her entire speech that at the end of talk I got the feeling as if it was me delivering the speech ;)</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">She was telling about the communicating vessels the fundamental law of physics and its application of our daily life and all this she explained by setting herself as an example, i.e. her being a musician by professional background but successfully involved in management. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">The truth be told, I never thought about this very law of physics and its any possible interrelation with my life system. Now when I think about that speech and my diverse life I come to think that this does have a point. Enjoy her talk. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Never seen <b>DONKEYmentary</b> movies though have to admit always liked donkeys…:)))) I was soo excited to sea the segment of the movie made by <b>Vardan </b>about the small village in Kenya, people living there and of course DONKEYs… </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">This talk really just made me think that one can be happy irrespective of any other external factors. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">Planning to visit their studio once to take the cope of the movie and make a DONKEYmentary movie screening with friends.</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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What is Europe, What is Asia, What is Eurasia? Is that a value, is that an aspiration? Great speech delivered by <b>Sir Timothy Straight.</b></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">One of the speeches that truly made me ask myself “ok, now so where am I from”? To be truly honest I have always been telling to all my foreign friends that Armenia is neither fully Europe, nor fully Asia, it’s something in the middle… Some part of the population of Armenia have nothing to do with Asia neither in their world outlooks nor in their value systems. Whereas some other more conservative part of the Armenian population is still clanged to Asia again due to the world outlooks and values. To speak more specifically, this is also true about my personality… Some part of it being pure European, the other one more or less Asian… Am I a Eurasian? … no idea maybe just of unknown origin</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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The story that really made an impact on my was the one of <b>Hrair Hawk</b>. I had the pleasure to meet him after the event and talk to him more and also be photographed by him:))) He is a great photographer… he made me feel so gorgeous every time I look at the pics he took of me. I was just overwhelmed with the serenity, calmness and positive attitude he was telling everything he has gone through the person he has transformed into… </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">What would you do if you only had 10 days to live? </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<b>Hagop EMRAZYAN…</b> I can’t help writing the surname of this guy in CAPITAL letters… adorable person, great leader and knowledgeable individual, and also the guy with TERRIFIC sense of humor. I was sooo lucky to meet him the day after TEDx Yerevan event and get to know him a bit more. The funniest part of our meeting was when were saying goodnight to each other he shook my hand goodnight, I said “Yes, but I would like to hug you”.. and he said yeah no problem, then turned to my fiancée and said “no jealousy man” :))) we hugged and my fiancée said “oh, no problem want to hug you as well” :D… pretty funny at that particular moment :)) anyway… </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">The talk that I have heard was about learning and about the ways of learning things. One of Best TEDx Yerevan event talk I really enjoyed listening. </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Last but not the least.<b> Ktrij (Armen) Devejian</b> just killed me with his <b>"What are you worth?"</b> talk. One of those great talks that I can not even write any comment about, can't help having the keen desire to be a better individual and live a life worth living ;))))<br />
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Surely there are a lot of other talks that I would always remember I will covered them in my upcoming posts. Once again I would like to thank all the entire organizing committee team for bring TED to Yerevan and making it come true :))))) </div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;">I would recommend everyone to watch all the TEDx Yerevan event talks and of course et you insights on them!</div>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6253304732401963938.post-50323684460020605702010-10-03T06:24:00.000-07:002010-10-04T07:24:11.970-07:00Welcome the Blog 1st Post :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am excited to write this post as this is the First Post published on my First Blog. As this is the first post in my blog let me tell you a little bit more about myself rather than the info displayed in the profile ;) </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am a graduate of a Yerevan State Linguistic University specialized at English and Spanish languages, Alumnus and former Vice President of Communications and Information Management at <a href="http://aiesec.am/en/">AIESEC </a>International Youth Organization Armenian Office, former Project Manager at <a href="http://www.sunchild.org:8080/index.php?id=1&L=0&no_cache=1&cHash=b6173677206026c03a1404554d23dab9">Foundation for the Preservation of Wildlife and Cultural Assets</a> and current External Relations Officer in the <a href="http://www.ffad.am/">French Armenian Development Foundation</a>.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Besides all this serious/official part of the my life I am keenly interested in Arts and particularly in graphics, photography, etc and I was lucky enough to attend graphic design courses few months ago in the Armenian Center for Contemporary Experimental Arts and run <a href="http://arpinegrigoryan.blogspot.com/2010/07/exhibition-of-graphic-design-works-of.html">3 exhibitions</a> within 2 months. I am also interested in film making so my next goal is to have a short documentary movie in my portfolio to submit to various national, regional and international film festivals.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Though seemingly quite well settled in Career I still have got the feeling that I still need to find out my life role. So now I am in a so called Exploring stage in my life, doing all absolutely diverse things simply to find out who I am.</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The reason why I started blogging is that whatever I do, I need to share It with people… because I am an open person. So being a little bit tired to talking to myself whenever the time wouldn’t permit me contact my friends via other channels I decided to share it all with you :)</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My posts will mainly cover my daily discoveries, new ideas, artworks, various digests, news and some very funny episodes of my life which I am facing since childhood. Oh, and by the way, I am planning to combine them all in 1 film script and make a fun movie BASED ON REAL FACTS :)</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I will be happy to see you comments, feedback and any other thing you would like to ask me. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Cheers :)</span></div></span></span>Liahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07501257644906756314noreply@blogger.com4