Not so long ago a muse came down to me, and I decided to form my writing thoughts. I caught myself thinking that I create a lot of things while I'm on my way to the city or back home, so I shouldn't let them die in the universe, I'd better save them in my phone at least. So maybe it will work? That's why I've just launched a side project. If all goes well, I'll inform you here. But if you're good with Google+, you may find it yourself.
The spring has finally come to our place, and I can't help enjoying sunny beams. Even though the last two days were harshly windy, I willingly assure you it's not fatal. Vladivostok is known to be a city of winds, so we all have to put up with that fact here.
BTW, fogs are a usual thing in the morning now.
Last week I got a call from mama telling me that I had received a parcel back in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk from... Hong Kong! Suffice it to say that emotions overwhelmed me - I hadn't received any mail via post office in years, and I had never done that internationally! I guessed pretty quickly that the parcel was from my pen-friend Gwen. Due to my request my mom opened the package and sent me the photos of what was inside. There was a letter congratulating me on the Chinese New Year and a couple of cute souvenirs. That was so adorable! I can't wait to send something Russian to her!
Our group mentor downloaded me Sid Meier's Civilization: Beyond the Earth. It's amazing! Although my mind blows up every time I play it, because I haven't got used to the flashing colourful graphics and all these extraterrestrial things yet, but I definitely love it!
Approximately a week ago or so my neighbor and I finished watching "Hannah Montana" started watching "The Nanny" - an American series from the 90's. You see, we decided to dive deep into the classics of the series.
My student organization studying goes quite well, though I can't tell I'm a brilliant student in that field.
There are nearly all news I've wanted to share with you. Well, tomorrow I'll go shopping and have one English lesson with the boy.
The song of the day will be the song Dasha sent me a couple of days ago, but I have already fallen for it - "Hypnotic" by Vanic X Zella Day.
Bonjour! Je m'appelle Olga et je suis le jaune blogueur. J'habite Vladivostok, mais cette ville n'est pas ma ville natale. Ioujno-Sakhalinsk est ma ville natale. J'ai 18 ans et je suis étudiante. Je demeure avec m'amie, elle s'appelle Daria. Elle fait ses études à l'université avec moi, elle's 19 ans. J'ai encore un'amie chérie, et elle's appelle Daria aussi, elle a 18 ans. Elle habite Khabarovsk à présent et y fait ses études à l'université.
Mon père est conducteur et ma mère est médecin, ils habitent Ioujno-Sakhalinsk et vivent en communauté. J'ai une sœur aînée, elle s'appelle Ioulia. Elle est mariée et a deux filles. Ma sœur habite Taranaj avec sa famille.
Je travaille et je suis répéteur de l'anglaise.
Merci de votre attention!
Au revoir ♡
Last weekend International Women's Day passed, yey! To all girls reading these lines - you are incredible! I celebrated that wonderful day in the bars with Rodion, we had a lot of fun drinking and dancing.
Generally I keep on working, studying, learning while spring comes in again. I'm glad that here in Vladivostok seasons change according to the calendar, and not according to freaking glaciers in the sea.
I like studying French, even though we're taught in a very rough way, sometimes not having time to follow the thoughts of our teacher. Rodion started learning German, so I have one more person to talk to about languages. And now I'd like to introduce you the French part of me:
Je m'appelle Olga et je suis étudiante. J'ai 18 ans. J'habite Vladivostok, mais ce n'est pas ma ville natale, Ioujno-Sakhalinsk est ma ville natale. Mon père est conducteur et ma mère est médecin, ils habitent Ioujno-Sakhalinsk. J'ai une sœur aînée, elle s'appelle Ioulia et elle a deux filles.
That's all for awhile, what I remember, except greeting phrases, of course.
Lately I decided to live [at least] one day without using cruel words. I've noticed that I became rude and kinda ignorant, though I know it's not who I am. My friends use strong language as jokes, and so I started to do so, and it affects me in one or another way. I should come back to my normal condition of a kind and good girl with manners and something. I know, I have some image of a cool female version of a hustla who always has something to talk back and never cares of problems, but BANG! Here it comes - all troubles, I can't bear it any more, bla-bla-bla, I need to change something, and yes, I should.
In the end, all you need is love. So I should think back of giving love to the world, give up being sociophobic - it sucks, I'd never been like that before, I should remind myself of how to be happy and open to the world not only during the weekend having another drink. I should stop being jealous and hateful thinking life isn't fair to me and I am miserable. I am not. I'm good, really good. What I do is good and what I want to do is good. It's fine that I have troubles, and it's not fine that I let all my negative thoughts pile up in my head, in my souls, whatever you call that place, and then they blow up, and I blow up, and it hurts me and people around me like an atomic bomb. And unlike Hiroshima and Nagasaki, I know when it's gonna come and how. I feel so blue and down, like I've been dissed by a million people, and a guy of my dreams turned out to be gay, and my parents turned their backs on me, and it's so stupid and silly, but I can't help it.
I know I type the same things every year, every time I feel that way. It's been pretty long since I wrote something amazingly positive. But this is the space for my self-reflection, and it works. Today I've found out what may bring me to this awful condition and so it all boils down to:
The weather. In Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk my season depression started in April when I thought the snow would finally melt, and the spring would come, and the Sun would shine, and when it all sis nothing, and it still was gloomy, snowy, windy and all that jazz, I became really sad, like really. Here in Vladivostok I prayed for March, because it's known to be real spring since March here. But it's not. It's still cloudy, so windy I can't stand, there's no sunshine, it's just light in daytime, and it presses me so much.
Homesickness. Yes-yes-yes, I admit it, I miss my home. But I don't miss Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk exactly, I miss my parents. When it's tough to deal with everything, you search for the best support in the world, and I can't deny it that it's our parents. Now I started extra-working, it's still winter I don't like so much, it's nothing about my private life, so of course I feel like that kind of support no friend can give, and it's not bad or wrong, it's just the way it is. As long as I don't have my own family (and even when I have it, I'm sure), I'll have those days when you need your parents' atmosphere around.
I know I'll get through it, the spring will come, and everything will become so fine, I'll be so happy. But now the things are just the way they are.
