Where is it?

I don't think I am there with you.
~Pola Chérie~

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My Dearest

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What is your first ever memory of your life?
The oldest memory you remember from your childhood.
I'm writing since I remember. All my childhood my fingers was always black from atrament. And the gift I had been enjoying most as a kid was a notebook. I couldn't wait till I sit at my desk and make it full with words and illustrations.
But this is not my first memory from my childhood. My first ever memory of my life is a small toy lying on the ground on a train station. A cat-doll in a pink dress. Everyone is in hurry. My mother is pulling my hand. And I watch my little cat lying on the ground. But I don't say anything. I don't pick it up. I just watch it in silence.
When I asked my parents many years later about that they told me that cat-doll was my favourite toy and I didn't want to put it in my backpack and I was holding it in my hands all the way from Japan to Poland. But I lost it somewhere. They didn't notice it and they didn't know where I lost it. I was three years old.
I'm not sad I lost it. So many material things human wants to own. But the dearest for us are always the memories.
What is your first memory?

~Pola Chérie Thoughts~

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What If The Truth Is You Have Never Existed

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Imagine that God is a writer. He knows exactly what kind of novel he wants to write. As a preparation process he thinks of each heroe. He thinks of their lives. Where they should be born, what they should experience to become who they are, who and in which timing heroes should meet each other so that story can go on like a creator wants to.

A writer when starts writing a novel have an image of a whole story, of the beginning and of the end. But while writing heroes starts to live their own lives, he discovers other faces of his own creatures and he sometimes gets surprised by decisions they made.

If God is a writer we only exist in his mind. But what we do in our life can force him to abandon us from his story.

That's what I think. The small earthquake surprised me while writing this. Great timing.

~Pola Chérie Thoughts~

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No need to be Bad

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I have a principle in my life:

When praised do not be conceited.
When spoken ill do not be depressed.

Because people say whatever they want to. Because there are people who are able to be saying how much they love you and admire you but when you walk away be making fun of you and talking false things.

I appreciate every kind word people tell me. But I don't use that happiness to glory. I put a happiness people give me deep in a drawer in my heart. And I save my happiness for harder times so that whenever I feel weak I can look inside and carry on.

Gratitute becomes a power to work harder. To do more. To give back people. Because whatever you give to world it will turn back to you.

I used to be too easly influenced by bad words someone tells me. Too easly be hurt. I was leaving in silence. And there is an illness that won't be ever healed but thats why I decided to stop pretending that I have nothing to say. And now I'm trying to stay away from the falsity as much as I can.

Whatever people say stay stable. Stay true. Stay you. But any word, bad or good, remember to think for what you had to hear it. Draw a conclusion. And go forward.
And even if you made a thousands of mistakes, there is no need to be a bad person.

~Pola Chérie Thoughts~

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I Wasn't Faithful My Heart Was Away

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It took me time to grow up. More than normal people need. It took me time to learn to smile again. It took me time to learn to forgive.

A Word.

A Pain.

My Happiness.

You told me: You will be lonely whole your life if you will keep acting like that. And now you are telling your friends with a massive satisfaction that you were right. And you are right. I have abandoned everything what I loved. But there is something you do not understand. Many years ago a cold dagger which hurted me almost for death became a lover of my life.

Early I told to God: Who wants to be born to be a flower trampled by others. I want to dissapear, be invisible, be a rock which don't feel anything. And I wanted to cross the river. But I haven't got any coin to pay a ferryman because I yet did nothing in my life. And I heard a whisper: go back and save other lives with this dagger. It will be hurting your hands and makes you cry and you will be lonely all your life but you will stand up for others who are in need and your hard work will bring a happiness to others. And I said to God: I am devoted to You.

A Word.

A Pain.

Since you left me I can't fall asleep alone in the darkness. But I don't miss you. I wasn't faithful my heart was away.

Weird. More I want to save people more afraid of their hearts I am.

A Word.

~Pola Chérie Letters~

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TRUST ME I AM

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How far you can go to meet yourself?

How many things you are able to abandon to follow your heart?

How heavy is luggage you are carrying?

How many houses you called a home?

How many times you thought you will not survive and wanted to turn back in a half way?

How many scars your smile is hiding?

How many years are you living in your safety vest?

Maybe you can find answers to my every question. Mayby you know yourself so well. Maybe you think you are better than me. But don't ask me if I know where I am heading to.

I am raising my hand and trying to touch something shining above me . But you can't see it.

Because I Am Dreaming Of Another World.

~Pola Chérie Letters~

Dreaming of Another World Vogue Italia March 2011, Model: Guinevere van Seenus, Photographed by: Tim Walker, Styled by: Jacob K.; Patachou Fall 2011 Campaign, Model: Sophia Lie, Photographed by Gustavo Marx, Styled by Erika Frade; Flair March 2011, Model: Sophie Vlaming, Photographed by Jean-François Campos, Styled by Vittoria Cerciello

The Doll's Day

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3th of March in Japan is a Doll's Day (Doll Festival - Hina-matsuri) known also as a Girl's Day. This day is a celebration of femininity and being a girl.

During this festival they display on a big platforms covered with a red carpet a set of ornamental dolls representing the Emperor, Empress, attendants, and musicians in traditional court dress of the Heian period. It looks very beautiful (you can see it here) and though I spend most of my childhood years in Europe and, I have to admit that, I have never seen this display at my mother's house I feel like this festival is a part of my life. I don't know why. Maybe because my mother was reading me japanese myths every night when I was a child.

Happy Doll's Day girls!

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From now on I also would love to write after my every editorial mashup's post details about these editorials to show my respect to the people who work hard every day to inspire us. And I pray that no more haters will provoke talented and inspiring people to say things which they would never say. You know how it is when you are angry? You say things which you would never ever say in life. And you regret it but sometimes it's too late.

from the top: Vogue Latin America July 2010, Model: Olga Maliouk Photographed by: Sarah Silver; Poster, Model: Sophie Vlaming, Styled by: Ornella Jong, Photographed by Boris Ovini; Vogue Spain, September 2010, La Dolce Vita (Revisited), Model: Raquel Zimmermann, Photographed by: Mariano Vivanco, Fashion Editor: Sara Fernandez; Forbidden Colours, Model: Brittany, Photographed by: Timothy Lee; Vogue Russia March 2011, Model: Jana Knauerova, Photographed by Hedi Slimane, Styled by Sarah Richardson

The Next Summer

Where will you be this summer? Do you have plans yet?

I want to go to the seaside so badly.

I grew up in the same city as Pope John Paul II. In the small city surrounded by beautiful mountains. When I was a child and the summer comes my father used to take me for hiking. But I had been always looking forward till my parents take me to the seaside.

When you are a child time seems to be passing so slowly. I remember how I couldn't wait for the next summer. And the winter in my city was always so snowy, so cold and so long. And I remember the white mountains. How I was watching white mountains from my living-room's window after the first snow and couldn't believe that the warm days really ended. Looking at them, sitting in front of a fireplace I was thinking of a sea. Of a smell and the sounds of the sea. And I couldn't wait for the next summer.

I love the sea more than the mountains.

How about you? Do you like the sea or the mountains more?

Its raining outside my baby stay at home today

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Raining all day.

But I like the rain. When people are trying to hide and the streets are empty I like to go for a walk, safe under the umbrella, sometimes I feel like I can talk with the nature. And I'm listening carefully what it wants to tell me. And the rain is raining. Somehow it used to make me feel calm.

Love OR Ambitions

Love or Ambitions. Surprisingly it is not a title of my post.

It is a title of the post of a japanese girl I've never knew. A girl who is missing after the earthquake in New Zealand.

I bet you heard about this on the news. I was watching tv yesterday hoping that not only twenty eight japanese people missing were found but they have saved many more lives of other missing people.

Love and Ambitions. Is it possible to have it both? Being in a good relationship and the same time working hard for your own success. I guess yes. But what if not?

What if your dream is to go abroad and work there? What if you don't know how your partner will react? And finally what if you don't want him/her to go with you? Because it is your dream. Because you were independent in your dream. And you don't want to feel tied in the place where you were seeking for freedom.

To go abroad and work abroad. That was a dream of that girl. She gave up her love life to focus on her dreams. And she made it. Her years and years of studying english finally enabled her to work in a hospital in New Zealand. And she was about to pass an english skills exams in May.

Many of you would tell that there are many couples who are not living in the same city and are ok. But you can't take a responsibility of partner's life. Change all his or hers plans. Make him/her have to miss the person they love because of your own "selfish" ambitions.

I know something about missing. My parents are from two different countries: Japan and Poland. My fathers father passed away in Poland when my father was in Japan. And then my mother left us in Poland, when I was 18 and needed her most, to look after her mother in Japan.

One thing I know now is that I don't want to be missing my partner. I want him/her to be with me. To sleep on her/his shoulder every single night. To wake up feeling a touch, a smell, a voice - a love. So I guess till my ambitions to succeed are strong I think I won't be able to be happy with someone. Because I don't know where I will be tomorrow. The next day. And where I finally settle down.

My today's post's title is - Know what you are truly desiring. And go for it. Whatever people say You will succeed.

I think She succeeded.

~Pola Chérie Thoughts~

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Will You Be There// Thoughts Conversation

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I don't want to be alone here any longer. I've been bearing with the loneliness whole my life. And I'm tired now. Notice me I'm here. Notice my hand. My hand raising to yours. Free me. Forgive me. Understand me. You are the only one who I trust. And who I believe. But you have to tell me

Weary

Tell Me Will You Hold Me

When Wrong, Will You Scold Me

When Lost Will You Find Me?

[...]

Everyone's Taking Control Of Me

Seems That The World's Got A Role For Me

I'm So Confused

Will You Show To Me

You'll Be There For Me

And Care Enough To Bear Me*

*Will You Be There by Michael Jackson

Is that me, my mind, my soul, my body or my love what you want from me

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I do not have anything what you are believing I'm having. But I can make up everything for you.