Thursday, December 18, 2014

Last Christmas

A week is left till Christmas, and my today's song is gonna be, probably, my favourite one (among Christmas songs, I mean) - "Last Christmas". Originally it was performed by the band "Wham!", but my favourite version belongs to "Cascada". Another variant I like is sung by Ariana Grande (unexpectedly, isn't it?); she added new lyrics to the song, so it sounds pretty fresh compared to the fully original version. I feel like sharing both of the variants with you.




Today I... didn't have anything special and exciting. But due to the title of the song, I will try to remember what happened last Christmas with me. Thankfully, I was more active about writing that year, so I even have a post about my last Christmas. That's why I remember I had red hair, performed as a snowflake and had a lot of fun and work. What about giving my heart to someone special, so I'd been giving it to That Time Someone Special for two years in a row, and it never worked. Let's see what will happen this year ("to save me from tears..."), because I've found my new Someone Special.





...Be brave to be saved from tears...

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time

Brrr! Today I had a meeting with my student organisation (BTW, it's called STEP - Student Educational English Program), we prepared a bit for our up-coming New Year party. So when I got to the campus, I had to walk about 15 minutes more on feet, and then I felt the highest wind in my life. I finally learnt what Vladivostok winter means. Probably for the first time I felt my fingers neither of my hands, nor of my feet at all. That was tough! But I had been told beforehand that all those winds would happen. But here's a couple of photos from the meeting, my favourite ones.



Also today I got my first examination mark in my record-book and passed all the tests for aerobics. Tomorrow I'll have a final work for lexicon, the day after tomorrow - for grammar, the day after that day - for Latin. Here we go!
Keeping on posting Christmas songs, today's song is going to be one I heard just yesterday, but I liked it from the very beginning. It's a funny lively track by the band "Owl City", I've never heard of that band before. The song's title is "Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time".
Moreover, I've chosen that song not just because I like it, but also because I need to temper the amount of Ariana Grande's Christmas songs here.


Well it’s Christmas time 
And I’m warm inside 
Despite the bitter cold 

'Cause you're here with me 
And I guarantee 
My heart is yours to hold 

So we smile below 
This mistletoe 
As if we need a hint 

And the falling snow 
Well I bet it knows 
How love can pull you in 

Oh oh oh 
Little lights flash in your eyes 
Glowing by the fireside 

Leave the presents on the floor 
'Cause you're the one I'm waiting for 

Oh let me lead the way 
This holiday 

Let’s fly around the world tonight 
Oh yeah 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time 

I love the way you hold me tight 
Oh yeah 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time 

Little lights flash in your eyes 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time 

Can’t fight the way I feel inside 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time 

Oh let me lead the way 
This holiday 

Well it’s Christmas time 
And I’m warm inside 
Despite the bitter cold 

And it’s crystal clear 
That this Christmas cheer 
Is healthy for the soul 

Oh oh oh 
Little lights flash in your eyes 
Glowing by the fireside 

Leave the presents on the floor 
'Cause you're the one I'm waiting for 

Oh let me lead the way 
This holiday 
This holiday 

Let’s fly around the world tonight 
Oh 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time 

I love the way you hold me tight 
Oh yeah 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time 

Little lights flash in your eyes 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time 
Can’t fight the way I feel inside 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time 

Oh let me lead the way 
This holiday 
This holiday 

Let’s fly around the world tonight 
Oh yeah 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time 

I love the way you hold me tight 
Oh yeah 
Kiss Me Babe, It’s Christmas Time





∗ Be brave to kiss on Christmas time ∗

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Santa, Tell Me

OMG It's been almost a month since my last post, and moreover I've never described you my travel to Khabarovsk!! But on the other hand, it muthefucka my blog, so I'm da boss here, so I decide when I am not lazy to put my fingers on the keyboard.
Due to the fact that time has run out, I won't make it long about Khabarovsk. I'll just mention that it was AMAZING! The train ride was interesting, I'd never taken a train without parents before. On arriving in the city, Rodion, Cherry Lady and I walked around the main places of interest, then we hooked up with our Khabarovsk people - my bestie Dasha and Kostya - on the flat I had rented beforehand. Then we had a party. Out of the question.

Looking cool on the train, hah?
Lenina Square Pt 1
Must be my perfect photos - with both of my Dashas
The company
Lenina Square Pt 2
We spent there one night only, but having a blizzard the city changed magically. And having us, of course.
Talking about the other changes in my life, so I have joined a student organisation. My organisation is a teaching one, they train leaders-English teachers for the English summer camp for children. We'll be given information about sociology, conflictology and some other stuff about how to rule about 20 little devils during 21 days. As long as I want to become a tutor myself, I think this information will be more that helpful for me. Moreover, I'm going to meet I have already met plenty of new people, so eager to get to know them better. At our last meeting we had kinda a Christmas photoset, so I received a couple of fine photos.


I've got several more photos, so I'll try to mix them in
a new header for my blog
Here on the Russky island we have real winter with snow and high winds, when my parents and friends in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk had October weather in the beginning of December. I don't remember, if they have winter now, but it was ridiculous looking through photos from Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk, where people wore hoodies, while it was snowing outside in Vladivostok. The world is so weird! 
My studying is fine, the most of my marks will be put automatically. The last question is Latin - we're gonna have a semester test in the end of Saturday, I'm already nervous!
Another thing why I've decided to create a post is upcoming Christmas! I've come up with an idea posting Christmas songs I like every day until the Catholic Christmas. The first song I feel like sharing with you is the latest Christmas song by Ariana Grande called "Santa Tell Me". My favourite situation happened here: listening for the first time - not liking it. But now I keep it on repeat triggering off my New Year and Christmas mood. I didn't like the music video, Ariana seem to not wear any clothes at all by and by, but the song is really sweet. That's why take the lyrics video and have fun!


Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here
Next year
Santa, tell me if he really cares
'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here
Next year

Feeling Christmas all around
And I'm tryna' play it cool
But it's hard to focus when I see him walking 'cross the room
"Let It Snow" is blasting out
But I won't get in the mood
I'm avoiding every mistletoe until I know
It's true love that he thinks of
So next Christmas
I'm not all alone, boy

Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here
Next year
Santa, tell me if he really cares
'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here
Next year

I've been down this road before
Fell in love on Christmas night
But on New Year's Day I woke up and he wasn't by my side
Now I need someone to hold
Be my fire in the cold
But it's hard to tell if this is just a fling
Or if it's true love that he thinks of
So next Christmas
I'm not all alone, boy

Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here
Next year
Santa, tell me if he really cares
'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here
Next year

Oh, I wanna have him beside me like oh-oh-oh
On the 25th by the fireplace, oh-oh-oh
But I don't want a new broken heart
This year I've got to be smart

Oh, baby
If ya won't be, if ya won't be here!

Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here
Next year
Santa, tell me if he really cares
'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here
Next year

Santa, tell me if you're really there
Don't make me fall in love again if he won't be here
Next year
Santa, tell me if he really cares
'Cause I can't give it all away if he won't be here
Next year



Be brave!

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Interstellar

ATTN PLEASE! You know, I'd been working on the post about my little trip to Khabarovsk, but something happened that made me write this post. It's connected with one of the latest films, my favourite physic theme of spacetime and my ability to get deeply impressed. Use one word - "Interstellar".

Saturday, November 8, 2014

November's Little Bit Of Everything

On my every watching of "Cloud Atlas" I feel like writing something smart, but am I smart enough?
This year my tradition of annual watching "Cloud Atlas" on the day I saw it for the first time, the 4th of November, was broken a bit - I had too much homework to do that day, so I had to delay it. Nevertheless, here I go with tears on my cheeks, head in the clouds ("got no weight on my shoulders"). This Saturday night doesn't have me outside, and I don't think I'm going to spend one more whole night outside unless it's May (except New Year night, probably, but even that night we usually come somewhere inside at 3 a.m. or so).
Now I can grandiloquently talk about how worthlessly I spend my evenings (not talking about today's, of course), but I'm sure it's all gonna end up the same - I'll turn on another episode of another series, and so on. It's come the time when I don't have any pressure over me from the outside and I must insist on doing anything by myself. It's not that earlier my parents or teachers controlled me all way long, they actually never did. But finally I have time to work more and harder, almost nothing holds me down - only my laziness and the lack of the closest aim do. I mean, there's some undercover thought in my mind - oh, the exams aren't soon, I do it well about current stuff, there's nothing to worry about, you'll have time for that later... What if I will not? What if there'll be no time for that? The better I work while I have the opportunity, the more I will get in the future.
I plan on becoming the English tutor in the second semester. English is the only thing for now I can share with someone else. I think of teaching teenagers at the ago of 11-13, when they already understand something, but don't bother about final examinations. I wonder if there are teenagers in Vladivostok who are interested in knowing the language just for living, not for passing the exams as I was interested in it, when I started learning it? Only later on I decided to pass some stupid exams, and now English has become an important part of my life. So examinations have never been my aim of learning English. But one web source claims that learning a language shouldn't be an aim, but a key, a way to a better, higher intention. But what if I don't have that intention? What if learning a language takes me all and I don't need it as a key for something bigger, but a language is a big thing for me as it is? Certainly, in some silly papers I write that I learn languages to watch movies in the original language, easily travel the world and connect to the native people, read information in other languages that I can't find in Russian and so on... But they are only excuses. There are people around me which don't want to know a foreign language, they don't feel the need to, and they live their lives without troubles, watch those damn films, travel the world and find out that information. If worse comes to worst, there is holy Google Translator at least. So why do certain people have that unstoppable wish to speak more than one and even two languages? And why don't others share that wish? Who knows...
I have just now had a sweet Skype talk with Ilya. He will come to Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk for up-coming Christmas holidays as I will and as most of our friends will, so I can already feel an inevitable party all our super party of good old school friends is going to have. 'Cause we Christmas harder than you. I can't deny I miss my friends, but I can't help admiring the Internet - I don't miss home, my parents and the very same friends that much as I would if I couldn't send them funny pictures and videos, share emotions about the last episode or see their dear faces on the screen of my laptop. I don't even mention now my last trip to Khabarovsk (still wait for it). But anyhow seeing and feeling friends and relatives by your side, hearing their voices in real life, hugging them is something you can pay a lot for. I know that I try not to "get attached to somebody you could lose", but I can't refuse, can't erase people I already love, they are already those people who create me, myself and I, who make me who I am. So that's it.
The song of the day will be "Wildest Dreams" by Taylor Swift from her latest album "1989", that suits my mood so perfectly right now. I can't find a descend record on YouTube to put it here, because all such things are banned, but no one forbade me to leave here the lyrics.

He said, "Let's get out of this town,
Drive out of the city, away from the crowds
I thought heaven can't help me now."
Nothing lasts forever, but this is gonna take me down

He's so tall and handsome as hell
He's so bad but he does it so well
I can see the end as it begins
My one condition is

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress,
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, oh, wildest dreams, oh, ah.

I said, "No one has to know what we do,"
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room
And his voice is a familiar sound,
Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

He's so tall and handsome as hell
He's so bad but he does it so well
And when we've had our very last kiss
My last request is

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress,
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, oh, wildest dreams, oh, ah.

You see me in hindsight
Tangled up with you all night
Burning it down
Someday when you leave me
I bet these memories
Follow you around

You'll see me in hindsight
Tangled up with you all night
Burning it down
Someday when you leave me
I bet these memories
Follow you around

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress,
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just pretend

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress,
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your (just pretend, just pretend) wildest dreams, oh, ah, in your wildest dreams, oh, ah
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, oh, ah, in your wildest dreams, ah, ah.







Be brave.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

This Girl Is On Fire

ATTN PLEASE! You know how I ADORE to be lazy, especially about writing. That's why it's gonna be a great celebration in my mind if I ever finish this post, so right now I won't even bother myself with timing. All you need to know is that I'd been writing that about two weeks ago, on the 25th-26th of October. So just follow some fancy points on my lifetime happened to me since then, some that I still remember.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

WELCOME TO MY ADULTHOOD

I promised to describe my awesome birthday week, and here I go!
My birthday for myself actually started on its eve. Here at the university we had a big students initiation for all the freshers on the 3rd of October. As I already described in the previous post, we listened to the speech of our cool rector, swore with a strange students' vow and DANCED! Though I stood near my group mates, who rocked out as crazy, but I was accompanied by Kirill, who had told me beforehand he didn't dance, so in the beginning I hid my amazing ability to rock the floor. But then we all couldn't refuse the energy of our guys (especially of our course leader, he was the most awesome), so even all not-dancers shook their bodies with us. I called this marvelous mess a 'pre-party'. Then Kirill and I went for a walk at our beautiful campus sea-front, and we wandered long enough to... meet my 18th birthday sitting on the bench.
When I returned to the dormitory, a cute surprise was waiting for me. Cherry Lady had created a real celebration for me, while I was out, with the balloons made of plastic bags, a birthday cake with a candle, which actually were a simple jam roll and a plastic fork. My friend moved our dining table in the center of the room, so it felt even more celebrating. It was so unexpected and nice, I couldn't help smiling. Nevertheless, my friend's presents were real enough! She gave me an awesome cat-muzzle purse, a pair of earrings with the pictures of a cat too, aaaaaaaand a TARDIS pendant!! The very pendant I'd wanted, and I'd never told anyone about that! Pure mind-connection!



The most exciting present I received after my classes on my birthday. My parents came to me! They came to Vladivostok for a week to spend it with me, and also my mother would pass some her doctor stuff the next weekend. My uncle brought my parents right at my campus, so I showed them the territory, and as long as my mother had already seen it with me in August, my dad was shocked. He'd never visited anything like that on our island, so he was absolutely satisfied with the place where I studied. Then I grabbed some things and we went to the city. There a splendid restaurant I'd already chosen in August was waiting for us to come. I'd already known the food would be the most delicious and the waiter was the coolest one. And I'd also already known about the surprise the waiters would present me - they sang a part of one Russian birthday song and granted me a dessert with a candle on it (a real one this time). It was so gorgeous! My company was made of my parents, my uncle and aunt and their younger daughter (and our waiter, of course, such a cutie). Everyone liked what we ordered, we ate everything, and I had the most excellent time with my parents and the people who mean a lot for my life nowadays.





The next point on my party week was going out to the bar with my group mates. It turned out to be two bars in the end, but let me tell you everything in a row. The first bar had a fancy name "BarBar", and in the beginning there were 10 of us (generally there are 17 people in our group) with only one boy among the girls, and the boy wasn't our course leader Anton, it was Zhenya, who was and still is unlucky for us to be the most annoying person in the world (even my elder sister is nicer comparing with him). In "BarBar" I decided to taste the cocktails I'd only heard of before, so then it was my chance to try famous drinks. Here's my list: Cosmopoliten, Tequila Sunrise, Sex On The Beach and Long Island Iced Tea. Yeah, I'd already drunk Long Island, but I had liked it and my girls were about to taste that famous cocktail, so blah blah blah all that jazz...

"Shoot me like Carrie Bradshaw!"


Then half a group went home and another half, including me, headed to the bar called "Kill Fish". And it was really such a killing place!! Keep in mind that we all had been already drunk, and it was funny from the start. The bar had its original cocktails, namely I drank the Irish Rose (a really rough one), Sex With The Captain (a variant of Sex On The Beach, I suppose). Our barman was a very funny bloke, even being drunk as hell I had power to appreciate that. When I ordered 2 Sexes With The Captain for me and my friend, he yelled to the door: "CAPTAAAAIN! THE CAPTAIN'S ASSISTAAAAANT!" That was so hilarious! And when I came to the bar counter to get our cocktails, they weren't ready yet; but as I've said the barman was the right guy. He was about to shake four cocktails, so when I came up, he gave me two of them and asked to shake along with him. He even turned kinda a makarena song on, so we danced with the glasses together. I still can't get through how he trusted me to do anything while I was so drunk?! But indeed, I didn't break anything that night, though it might seem strange for celebrating my birthday :D
But no matter how awesome I felt then, "Kill Fish" was too superfluous for me. Looking back, we all, who went to the second bar, decided next time we'll go straight ahead to "Kill Fish" to feel fine not only during the party, but after it too. STILL IT WAS AMAZING!! And there's no decent photo I would share with you.
The next day, as Tuesday was my day-off, I braced up and went shopping with my mom. Still feeling a bit hungover, I tried to be strong without showing what a fabulous night I had. Though I was near to fall asleep while Mom tried some clothes on in another boutique, in the evening we had a good dinner together with Dad.
As I mentioned before, everyday after the classes I hooked up with my parents (usually with Mom only, because Dad wasn't a fan of walking around Vladivostok with its hills) and spent time with them till the very evening. Until the next weekend came.
The party closing my unbelievable celebration was held at the weekend October, 11-12. Cherry Lady, Rodion, Kirill and I wanted to visit "Drujba", but there was too crowded, so we went to the first bar on our way, it turned out to be "Chkalov", dedicated to the aviation. It was fantastic with wine for the girls and beer for the boys in the beginning and tequila for everyone in the end. Time to time we went out to breathe in some fresh air, and due to the alcohol in our blood the night didn't seem to be the October one. When we were back at our campus, Cherry Lady and I managed to get the boys to our room, so no security saw us. We were so lucky! The party continued at our place, though we didn't drink anything else. And I'm gonna abruptly stop my description of that night here, because there's nothing else I would tell here.






The next morning my Mom called me saying my uncle and aunt wanted to show us some beautiful places on the Russky island and then we would have a cozy dinner at their place on the island. I summoned my strength once again, but I must admit I wasn't that hungover that time. Our friends showed us beautiful places of interest, then we got to the house. There was a fireplace in their flat, so we cooked meat right on an open fire. It was so marvelous! It was our so-called 'farewell banquet', because my parents was leaving for my hometown the next day.


The uncle Alik (in the blue T-shirt) and my Dad

This is how I spent my last week celebrating, probably, the most exciting age of one's life in Russia. The next date is going to be my 21. And yes, I still keep in mind my dream of coming in Las Vegas on turning 21.
The song of that week, let it be "***Flawless (Remix)" by Beyonce feat. Nicky Minaj, because that week was literally FLAWLESS. To tell the truth, I'm in love with that version of "***Flawless", I adore Bey's verse, can't even choose my fav line, so freakum sexy!! The video is a live performance from her latest concert in Paris.


Dum-da-de-da
Do, do, do, do, do, do
(Coming down, dripping candy on the ground)

It stay Yoncé, your Yoncé in that lingerie
On that chardonnay, it's gonna touch down like a runway
I'm Texas forever like Bun B, and I'm redboned yo
I'm really rit like Donjae, I'm camo in here yo
These thots can't clock me nowadays
You wish I was your pound cake
Boy you know I look good as fuck
You wish I was your babymomma
Want me to come around and give you good karma, but no
We escalate, up in this bitch like elevators
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
(Ha, ha, God damn, God damn, God damn)

Momma taught me good home training
My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
My sister told me I should speak my mind
My man made me feel so God damn fine (I'm flawless!)

You wake up, flawless
Post up, flawless
Ridin' round in it, flawless
Flossin' on that, flawless
This diamond, flawless
My diamond, flawless
This rock, flawless
My Roc, flawless
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn, God damn

I wake up looking this good
And I wouldn’t change it if I could
(If I could, if I, if I, could)
And you can say what you want
I’m the shit (what you want I’m the shit)
I’m the shit, I’m the shit, I’m the shit
I want everyone to feel like this, tonight
God damn, God damn, God damn
(Onika)

[Nicki Minaj:]
Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian
Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian

[Beyonce:]
(Them bitches thirsty, I’m Hungarian
Nicki, Bey, be eatin’ diamond fangs, barbarian, ah)

[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me
Propofol, I know they hope I fall
But tell ‘em winning is my motherfuckin’ protocol
‘Cause I score before I ever throw the ball
These bitches washed up and ain’t no fuckin’ soap involved, uh
It's every hood nigga dream, fantasizing about Nicki and Bey
Curvalicious, pussy served delicious
Mayday mayday, earth to bitches
Slap these hoes on they ass like we birthing bitches, uh
The queen of rap, slayin with queen Bey
If you ain’t on the team, you playin’ for team D
‘Cause we A-listers, we paid sisters
This watch right here done faced blizzards
I confess, I woke up like this
All this drank in my cup like this
All this ass on that flawless dick
Instagram another flawless pic
Flawless city with these flawless titties
I got all these hundreds, you got all them fifties
I’m with some flawless bitches because they be mobbin’ pretty
‘Cause niggas love bad bitches that be on they grizzly
Throw that ass back I be on my frisbee
Princess cut diamonds on my Disney
He want monster Nicki in Sri Lanka
I told ‘em meet me at the trump, Ivanka
I said come here let me show you how this cookie tastes
This that yeah, nigga, eat the cookie face

(Roc, Roc, Roc)





Be brave. Be flawless.

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