Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Vladivostok Today

Prologue
This post is kinda a time travel. I did write it on the 5th of August, but the Chinese iPad of uncle Alik didn't let me edit all the stuff, so I'm finishing this text on the 22th of August, but still I'll save an original date.

Part One and Only

It's really weird to create a new post with the iPad, but I won't deny - it feels fabulous. Yeah, if you follow my way, you must notice that according to my previous posts and the calendar I must be in Vladivostok, and so I am. Uncle Alik gave me his iPad to do all my usual Internet chores with it, and only yesterday's night I remembered about my honey blog. So right now I'm feeling like a high-fashioned blogger from New York making a post with a high-tech device. Absolutely fabulous.
What about Vladivostok, so I've totally fallen for the city. The only thing I feel unsure about is its roads and streets. I think it'll take enough time for me to get used to all the city's communication, ways, roads, streets, because it's so damn complicated! I bow down in awe to Vladivostok's citizens who know how to easily get from point A to point B in this city.
Talking about my university plans, so today (5.08.2014) is an important day. In a few hours the list of the students entered the university will be announced on the cite, so I can't help waiting to see my name among the others. My Cherry Lady told me she'll also study on the government budget basis, though in the beginning of this mess she thought she'd have to pay for the education. So, I'm glad for her' she as well as I will be able to get the scholarship.
Here's some photos I've taken within those days in Vladivostok which chanced to be automatically uploaded on my Google stuff:









Epilogue 
Yeah, I know, the post isn't too long, but that's what I could create that day. Maybe, I could write something more under the photos - but only if I could roll the text box down (I've already written the iPad was obviously made in China and somewhere undercover). Probably, tomorrow I'll make a new post about the whole travel and my final preparation to my final move. Lots of love xxx!

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Insane. BANG BANG!!

My head has been going BANG BANG for the last week, and it hasn't been in vain. The day before yesterday St. Petersburg State University announced the list with would-be students' final exams scores, and that time I understood... I will study in Far East Federal University in Vladivostok. In St. Petersburg university's list I was at 300th and 500th places for different faculties, and everyone can understand no university organize a faculty with 300 or 500 students. In general I made up my mind with entering FEFU, because I'd already known I'd get there my place on the government budget basis ( I won't have to pay for my education). So, you see, "everything has changed".

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Victim Of Moving

Every time I see something like this, it reminds me of who I am:


And so today I just feel like outspeak everything what's happened with me and what is about to happen. Get ready for absolutely random stuff in no order.
The first and the biggest thing absolutely is not a happy one. We it was happy in the beginning - the day before yesterday (25.072014) Dasha came back to Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk from her about 2 weeks trip to Khabarovsk where she will study at university. I was so glad to see her, moreover now everyday for us together is precious. But then, as a modern proverb says, shit actually happened. Dasha, I and a couple of our friends were standing by a playground talking while some boys playing football at that same ground. That sunny day showed no signs of trouble, and then BANG a big and heavy blow in my face, I heard a crack of my favourite sunglasses; a few first seconds I couldn't even understand what had just happened. Then I saw my sunglasses on the ground broken, a ball lying not far away, Dasha was already making it clear to the boy who hit us with the ball that he's the last completed asshole on the planet. I fought my tears, but I couldn't resist my emotions and pain, so I let myself out and cried for good 30 mins, if not even more. Later I figured out Dasha was hit by the ball too - it came to her jaw after my face at the rebound. Now I look like one of riff-raff or like a victim of family violence.

The photo was taken right after I'd waken up
to make it look more dramatic with my
panda eyes
I hope it'll be over by the 1st of August - I don't want to show up in the university committee with that bruises on and under my nose! BTW, I'm also really frustrated with the loss of my favourite sunglasses - I bought them with an amazing discount! So now I'm going to find something new. :C
Another big thing is that I can't help waiting for the next week, I've just written about the August 1st in the previous paragraph. On that day my mom and I will fly to St. Petersburg to hand my original documents over to my university. I seem to have written this stuff for a thousand times, don't I? Anyway, we'll be in that part of Russia till the 16th of August, so we'll be able to visit our relatives ( though it can make 20 hours by train) or maybe travel to somewhere else, it will all depend on money we will have. You see, if I get my place in the university on a commercial basis, we'll have to pay for the first term immediately. But if I'm lucky to have my education on the government budget basis, my mom and I will be able to rock St. Petersburg the fuck out. I'll know something clearer soon enough, because preliminary lists are coming. Then we'll be back home, and I'll leave my hometown for good on the 30th of August.
The weather on Sakhalin is fine, so maybe next week I'll chance to visit the seaside, who knows.
Ah, nearly forgotten. Some days ago I hooked up with my friends from the music school, one of them was Cherry Lady who hasn't been mentioned for long, and another was Christina who currently studies in another city and now are visiting out mutual hometown on her vacation. I hope even after our leaving to other cities, we'll keep on gathering together in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk.

We weren't drunk, we were together
Nowadays I prepare for my moving to St. Petersburg with so-called 'spring cleaning', that's actual summer cleaning. I choose what to bring with myself to our cultural capital, what I should totally throw into garbage, also almost everyday I put up 'the big washing', and lately I found out that 50 Shades of Grey is what's actually happening in my closet. Dasha gave me a big bag, so I have something appropriate to carry all my stuff in. I always forget that I'll bring not only my clothes and my favourite blanket, but also all my cosmetics, accessories, a couple of books and Satan-knows-what-else-I-can-think-of. That's why the 2 last days before our trip I'll be thinking and packing, thinking and packing. Of course, I'll be back, so I'll have another chance to move my things, but it's better to carry the most of them now while I have my mother's help. In the end of August I'll have to handle with it on my own!
And the song of the day will be a pretty old (in our modern measurement) song by Cheryl Cole called "Parachute". It's so awesome the music video features Derek Hough! LOVE HIM


I don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand
I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned
Won't tell anybody, won't tell anybody
They want to push me down
They want to see you fall down

Won't tell anybody how you turn my world around
I won't tell anyone how your voice is my favourite sound
Won't tell anybody, won't tell anybody
They want to see us fall they want to see us fall

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down

Don't believe the things you tell
Yourself so late at night and
You are your own worst enemy
You'll never win the fight
Just hold on to me, I'll hold on to you
It's you and me up against the world
It's you and me

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down

I won't fall out of love, I won't fall out of
I won't fall out of love, I won't fall out of
I won't fall out of love, I won't fall out of
I won't fall out of love, I'll fall into you

I won't fall out of love, I won't fall out of
I won't fall out of love, I won't fall out of
I won't fall out of love, I won't fall out of
I won't fall out of love, I'll fall into you

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down

I don't need a parachute
Baby, if I've got you
Baby, if I've got you
I don't need a parachute
You're gonna catch me
You're gonna catch if I fall
Down, down, down




*Be brave!*

Friday, July 18, 2014

#AuntieStyle

Yesterday (17.07.2014) I chanced to repay of being an aunt, and that is how it started. Since my sister got married, my mom has had an unruly wish to set up a photo session for our family. And now, when my sister has already had 2 daughters and I've almost-almost left the island (I only have to wait till the end of summer, is it much?), our dear mother turned out to have found a professional photographer among her patients' parents (my mom is an osteopath for babies). So mother asked me to be nice and have a walk with my sister's family and the photographer in the park. OKAY. But lately my mood has been a bastard, so I wasn't too excited about all that and didn't expect something outstanding. So I was right and this is how it all was, the camera-girl took lots of photos of my little nieces (BTW, the eldest one just turned 5 on 16.07.2014, so it was kinda a Birthday present), and even I'm gonna have a couple of my own pictures. Then the photographer could breath easily for a couple of hours, and we ourselves moved to entertain the children. But I wasn't left behind, so even I had a chance to test two attractions, though I was a bit old for them.

A bombastic photo like I know how to do a pro model face
Nah, I didn't ride it, but I just like such kind of attractions,
they're really stylish
Yeah, here I go with the elder niece
After riding everything the girls wanted ("Let me see you ride ride ride"), my sister offered to eat, so we headed (thankfully, by car) to another part of the city in the mall to feed ourselves. Actually, if I were them (my family's sister and the sister herself) I wouldn't have gone that far, there were plenty of little coffee-shops around; but they, people from tiny village, definitely found something exciting about the mall.
But it's not the end. On eating at the food court, we were off home to prepare a festive dinner in honor to the elder niece's Birthday and also to prepare ourselves to another photo set. That camera-girl had to come to our place to take pictures of all-all of us, I mean including my mom and dad. It was so quickly, I couldn't even name it a photo session! Well, I also can't say we all were too stirring about taking the photos: men just didn't like taking photos of themselves generally, I was posing like I was a modest girl (with the hair half red, yeah); only my mama and sister seemed to wish to take as many photos as possible. Anyway, I was glad there was such kind an even in our family life, it was a fascinating experience. Now we have to wait till the camera-girl edits our photos, so I'll be able to change my profile picture!:D *Internet-victim*
Talking about my abilities of the aunt, so here I'm not that good as I am at singing or English, for example. I've never wanted to spend a lot of time with the nieces; actually, I don't get along with little children in general, they freak me out. Even when I feel like being a cute auntie another time, all my wishes end up with me not understanding what to do, how to entertain the girls, what they want, what they need, what the hell is happening???! So all I can do as an aunt is to turn on some cartoons, give the children some papers and pencils and get away ASAP. Maybe, my maternal instinct hasn't just woken up yet? At least, according to my recent tweet: "I know I'm a bad aunt, but I may be a good role model, may not I? #selfish" I may not show my 'love' to my nieces, but it's important for me to be a decent model for them, I want them to be proud of me, their aunt. When I grow up, I want them to point on my photo and say enthusiastically  "That's my aunt!" And when I come to my nieces, I want them to ask me to tell another story of my travels and works; I want to teach them how to tell 'hello' in Japanese and 'goodbye' in Italian; I want to show them life is more then a village by the sea shore. I want to prove myself I'm worth being an aunt. But now I understand it's just not my time yet.





Be brave to be a part of your family

Thursday, July 10, 2014

An End To Start


Well, hello there, y'all! I haven't written for 'a while', might even have already forgotten how to type. You know, I've had so many things I would fill a book in with all that sht, but at the same time 'all that sht' made me feel exhausted like I'd been working in the deepest mines of hell and Satan never paid me. But I won't overwhelm you with the details and will try to trigger only the most interesting things in my mind about how I finished on of the most important parts of my life and am ready to start a new one. So, here I go.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Exams' Results. The Chorus Is Over. Dangerous Party

When the friends are gone,
When the party's over,
We will still belong to each other.
Shakira, "Underneath You Clothes"

My friends and I count the days till new results coming. So lately we received our results for the Russian examination, and I gained 87 points of 100. You can't deny, it's such a good result, but I was... frustrated. I was disappointed, because I'd aimed at the score over 90, therefore certainly I flipped out on getting something less than would-be-my 90. But anyhow my mind understands 87 is a proper thing, so now I'm not so annoyed with my frustration. BTW, my friend and OTR Ilya got a perfect result, all 100 of 100 points for Russian. My congratulations to him, though I've already told him I think it's a matter of luck, so he was lucky enough to get his excellent variant of the test... As well as this luck worked for me during the English test! Well, I didn't get 100 points, but I got... 93! The results were announced only this morning, so you get the latest information :). Coming back to the talk about the results, I must remind you that I overslept the day of the English examination and hardly got there on time! Mom said, I should've overslept for every exam LOL. And what about Ilya, he received 85, that's why I said I was lucky that time. Our examinations in the form of the tests are a big lottery, you never know for sure what you get. So, this morning is the best morning of the month let it be 'week', because I still have to wait for the math result. But on getting the English results I already can forethink if I will enter the university of my dream. And yes, there are educational programmes suitable for my final score (253) and for my decisions about what I wanna do in the future. According to my mom again, now we'll shiver till the math results, than we'll shiver until official entering the university. Will I ever keep calm and carry on?
The next part of my post is that I ended up with attending my chorus. I can't say that it was sentimental and I was sad to leave it. Hell no, I'm done, you - fuck, I'll finally live my new own life. I told you, I'd been dragged in the chorus, because its header had been my teacher in my music school. So I couldn't say no; it was a nightmare in the beginning and a routine in the end. Sometimes attending the chorus was really cool, especially when we had parties, trips abroad and when I was paid money. I found new friends there also and didn't stop singing, thank them for it.
But the biggest thing of this week is a superb party in da house that has just finished. On 12.06 my parents went to visit my sister in another town, and I told them I'd bring my friend Dasha for the night. We ended up drinking vodka with Sprite with about 11 people floating around my flat. Well, it wasn't accidentally, Dasha and I had planned the party beforehand, though we didn't know my flat would be free for all of us to party there. And so we drank. Moreover, we played Twister (right now I hate it, I feel the most painful pain (I remember this expression of mine, beotches) within my body), and I played it as I do - the hardcore mode. But the most hardcore mode was when our friend Kostya decided to take revenge on me... at 8 a.m. Of course, I gave up in 3 minutes, because my arms and legs couldn't hold me for long! Also, my mom always teaches me not to compete with the men (but I always do). What about the party, so we had a couple of walks to the shop during the night, it was so funny. Just imagine, you come to a shop at 2:30 a.m.(!) to buy a bottle of Sprite, some pasta and a chewing gum. WHT?! But "that's just how we do". Also, that night we were a real trouble for my neighbors, though I don't think we were that loud. Different neighbors twice came to my flat complaining that we were partying too hard and should wrap that sht up. Now I can't believe that at my birthday party we were quieter and didn't disturb the neighbors (that night they didn't come up to our place). Anyhow, thanks to God, the police or something wasn't called. Well, in my opinion, it all boils down to thin old walls causing great acoustic transmission. When there's no sound resource in my flat, I can listen to the music at my neighbors' place. But coming the neighbors complaining, doesn't it prove the awesomeness of our party?


My cat liked our guest
How we went out at 2:30 p.m.
Night shop walker. Look into these drunk eyes!

My friend didn't give a thang
where to lie down
My cat had fun too
BTW, at the first Twister game I was so close to tear a nail off my right thumb! I just wasn't careful enough how to place my hand, so I even had to cool my thumb down not to let it bleed. Extremely hardcore!
By the morning of 13.06 the half of the gang had gone home or anywhere else, we tried to sleep, went to the shop, had the Twister revenge and more and more... Of course, almost all of us felt the baddest because of the hangover, moreover I've already written about the pain after the Twister. Ah, when I understood it was the hangover, I started singing "Hungover" by my favourite band "3Oh!3". How come I can remember songs and their lyrics even being deeply drunk and than hungover?


Wake up 9 – maybe 10
Depending how my head is feeling
Every step that I take is rattling the ceiling
Take a breath - brush my teeth
Smell like death – even bleach can’t erase the taste of last night
I got holes in my clothes
Someone’s sweatshirt – who knows what I did…

When you came over
I shoulda stayed sober
And then I got the cold shoulder
Now you know you’re the reason every time I feel hungover

Please don’t call – please don’t text
Because my phone is dead anyways
Shut the shades – close the door
And I’ll see you in a couple days
Did we kiss, did we fight?
There’s a bit of the night that I might not remember
There’s a burn on my coat
Cigarettes on my throat
I don’t know what we did

When you came over
I shoulda stayed sober
And then I got the cold shoulder
Now you know you’re the reason every time I feel hungover

Now my wallet is gone
Find missed calls on my phone
Now my exes all know that I’m lonely
Woke up with a tattoo
It looks bad but that’s cool
Cuase it reminds me of the shit that we did

When you came over
I shoulda stayed sober
And then I got the cold shoulder
Now you know you’re the reason every time I feel hungover

Well, it wasn't the end. In the afternoon I called my parents to find out they were to stay at my sister's place for another night! It meant Dasha could take another sleepover with me, and so that's what she did. We did some chores and then kicked back to watch the gorgeous "Maleficent"... in the pirate quality LOL. The movie was fine, really beautiful, Angelina was the chicest, but the talk is not about it. So, during the film we were joined by Kostya, and then... the electricity was shut off. You'll know why below, and while we were out of the Internet, we played cards and did absolutely nothing, just lied around without even saying a word. When the electricity was back, we watched a couple of films, drank some cups of tea (on typing this word the electricity was shut off again, FU!) and went to bed the sofa. Remember, we hadn't slept the night before, so there's no surprise why we had a sleepy after-party and didn't prevent ourselves from sleeping during this night. And when we woke up today, everything was also pretty prosaic. Well, I was woken up by my dad's call, then Kostya told the English (and physics for Kostya) results had been announced, so we all couldn't sleep after knowing it. Kostya cooked our breakfast, we made my flat, and that was done. The only loss of my party is a glass broken at the first night. Well, it was my dad's favourite one, so I turned our to be tricky enough to make up a story how I had broken it OOPS. Fortunately, after coming home my parents believed my words, and that glass was outshone by my breaking news about the exam's result. Here comes the part where I feel like telling you why our electricity was shut off. The whole week we've been having the worst weather for "hot summer nights" and days as well. It's been raining, "but there ain't no stopping, 'cause it's you and me against the world", the sky is so grey and gloomy, strong wind, so the only point to go out seem to be buying a bottle of Sprite, some pasta and a chewing gum. Time to time the weather become tired and slow it down, but sometimes it rises up and you'd better get our of its way! That's what I can see out of my windows:


OMG Are those cars all identical?? O_O


Well, this is it. I leave you with all this burden and one more song I run int recently. It's another hit by famous Psy featuring unbelievable Snoop Dog. I couldn't leave you without this song because it's called... "Hangover". 







Be brave to get over the hangover

P.S. I like this rhyming expression!
P.P.S. To my mind, "Hangover" is the most adequate thing by Psy IMHO.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Drunk On Literature. Dog Show.

So, the first exam's results arrived! And I... got 73 points of 100! That's an awesome result for me, because I'd had no idea what score I approximately would get. And 73 is a real achievement for me. Actually, I don't worry about the results, I'm interested in knowing them. Oh, but I worry about the math, yeah, here I do.
And past Saturday my friend Lera from the chorus (we lived together during the Japanese work) invited me to celebrate my first result in the country. She took me out to the place called called the Warm Lakes, and we were accompanied by her friends. I'm so thankful for her invitation, because I finally got myself away from my laptop and out of our city to meet the nature, though I'm not a huge fan of the countryside. Boys grilled some meat, Lera and I drank some champagne, so everything was alright! Then guys decided to go swimming in the actually-not-so-Warm Lakes. Well, maybe I would join them too, but my nature don't allow me swimming once a month. All in all the trip was nice, thanks to Lera for making that day. Yeah, on the photo below you can see that Lera and I stained each other with the cinder:D





The next day, 8th of June, Dasha got me to a local dog show. She asked me to join her, because her aunt showed her dog there as well, her dag was a Boerboel, the only one on the show. Weeeeeeell, I wouldn't say I was too excited about the dog show. We had to wait for a long time, it was so amazingly stinky around, and you was able to see clouds of dog fur flying in the air! But anyhow it was nice watching the best dogs of our island. And a cute chow chow became the best dog of the show.


Those dogs seemed to be having a date over there
I adore the Pomeranians
This monster was called Hamster. HAMSTER!!
This awesome Samoyed jumped
on me this way too ^O^ 
See the size, they were so huge!




The winner of them all
So, that's how I spent my weekend. Was yours nice? Approximately on June, 11th we'll receive the results for our Russian test, so I can't help longing for them. So it turns out to be the only thing for me to do now - just wait.
The song of the day today will be a funny disco song "Rise Up" by the Greek Eurovision 2014 participants Freaky Fortune feat. Riskykidd. Come on and rise up!




Be brave!

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