Back To...

...school? That doesn't sound so neat. I'm a university student, aren't I? My Russian mind insists on the statement that school is only what you do before university or collage, though my faculty is called School Of Regional and International Studies. Nevertheless, today (15.09) I returned to my studies, and it went pretty well. We had two French classes in a row and a new class about philology - so interesting! You know, I love studying and I love philology. You may ask, "It's Tuesday. Why didn't you start on Monday?" Oy boy, this year we have a day-off on Mondays! Hell yes!
...work. Definitely back to work. I'm glad to be back as an English tutor; I keep on teaching the same kids. The girl does everything pretty well, but the boy disappoints me now and then. One lesson he remembers everything, and the other everything is completely forgotten. Maybe I'm not the best teacher, but I do my best, and we repeat the same shit every fucking lesson - boy, have a heart, won't you? Anyhow I raised my price. Still money I get isn't so big, but they play important role in my budget. I save much more with my little wages.
...books. I've finished "One Day" by David Nicholls. Even though it was a task for my educational practice, I really enjoyed reading. It's like the first book in English I've enjoyed so much since "Harry Potter". Oh, should get back to that book series, I haven't finished that. As well as I haven't finished "Lolita" by Nabokov in English and "Middlesex" by Jeffrey Eugenides and "Anna Karenina" by Tolstoy in Russian though. It's so not me! I can't recall myself reading a book and leave it half-finished. Ah, no, I remember that I started "The Map Of Time" by Félix J. Palma, found it rubbish, and then returned to it in a year or something and continued reading that with pleasure. Though I'm still not sure about the ending of the book, it's kinda complicated and mind-cracking. But thanks to "The Map Of Time", subsequently I read "The Time Machine" by  H.G. Wells, that was a worth reading. Moreover, coming back to "One Day", this novel was one of the fastest for me to read, if I can say so grammatically. Maybe, the fact that the screen adaptation is one of my favorite movies influenced on it, but nevertheless. You see, if I have some pressure from outside world like a task or something, I can do things really fast. And I'm not gonna stop. I'd better be back to "Anna Karenina" because there're really wise things there. And I think I should read more Russian classics because my Russian speech seem to degrade step by step, and that's absolutely not good.
...routine? Maybe. Our classes started again, I'm back at work, days go by really fast, I'm sure to have some random stuff with my student organization soon. It all seems to become a chore in no time. I'd better find new interesting people, just one or two who're gonna be interested in me too, or explore places in Vladivostok I've never been to before with the people I already know. I don't wanna have another 'seasonal depression', they are - you won't believe - depressing. I should be more positive and creative this year just for myself. Because I'm worth it.
...black? No, my favorite colors are white and red, thanks.
The song of the day? Let it be two songs of the day. The first one is going to be "Hearts A Mess" by Gotye. It reminds me of someone I'd like to be back to now, but I should  let it go, shouldn't I?

Pick apart

The pieces of your heart

And let me peer inside

Let me in

Where only your thoughts have been

Let me occupy your mind

As you do mine

Your heart's a mess

You won't admit to it

It makes no sense

But I'm desperate to connect

You can't live like this

You have lost

(Too much love)

To fear, doubt and distrust

(It's not enough)

You just threw away the key

To your heart

You don't get burned

('Cause nothing gets through)

It makes it easier

(Easier on you)

But that much more difficult for me

To make you see…

Love ain't fair

So there you are

My love

Your heart's a mess

You won't admit to it

It makes no sense

But I'm desperate to connect

And you, you can't live like this

Your heart's a mess

You won't admit to it

It makes no sense

But I'm desperate to connect

And you can't live like this

Love ain't safe

You won't get hurt if you stay chaste

So you can wait

But I don't wanna waste my love

The second song is the latest single by Lana Del Rey called "Music To Watch Boys To". I said I anticipate her upcoming album. So let's enjoy the song.

(I like you a lot)

Putting on my music while I’m watching the boys

(So I do what you want)

Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise

(Blue Ribbons on ice)

Playing their guitars, only one of my toys

(Cause I like you a lot)

No holds barred, I’ve been sent to destroy, yeah

Pink flamingos always fascinated me

I know what only the girls know

Know what lies akin to me

I, I see you're going

So I play my music, watch you leave

(I like you a lot)

Putting on my music while I’m watching the boys

(So I do what you want)

Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise

(Blue Ribbons on ice)

Playing their guitars, only one of my toys

(Cause I like you a lot)

No holds barred, I’ve been sent to destroy, yeah

Velveteen and living single

It never felt that right to me

I know what only the girls know

Lies can buy eternity

I, I see you leaving

So I push record and watch you leave

(I like you a lot)

Putting on my music while I’m watching the boys

(So I do what you want)

Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise

(Blue Ribbons on ice)

Playing their guitars, only one of my toys

(Cause I like you a lot)

No holds barred, I’ve been sent to destroy, yeah

Live to love you

And I love to love you

And I live to love you, boy

Live to love you

And I love to love you

And I live to love you, boy

Nothing gold can stay

Like love or lemonade

Or sun or summer days

It's all a game to me anyway

(I like you a lot)

Putting on my music while I’m watching the boys

(So I do what you want)

Singing soft grunge just to soak up the noise

(Blue Ribbons on ice)

Playing their guitars, only one of my toys

(Cause I like you a lot)

No holds barred, I’ve been sent to destroy, yeah

Putting on my music while I’m watching the boys

Putting on my music while I’m watching the boys

Be brave to be back

Run Run Run

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:

1. 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. 
2. 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.

be brave

My Way Of Losing Weight

Prologue

Once again I was pretty lazy to write the whole post at home in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk, so I'm finishing it already in Vladivostok. But I won't change the date, so even if I started the post on the 17th of August and am finishing it today, let it be so. Here we go!

Part One and Only

August, 16th was the day of my arrival back on Sakhalin, but power and inspiration to write have poured on me only now.

Shortly, the travel was... ok. As I told you or not, my mom and I spent a week in Vladivostok and a week (8 days, to me more accurate) in Khabarovsk. The time in Vladivostok was brilliant! We ate in a gorgeous pan-Asian restaurant, took a ride on uncle Alik's speed-boat, had a walk around FEFU's campus, did a lot of shopping - in general, we did everything I like! The weather was HOTHOTHOT, but we didn't suffer too much, because my mom and I were taken everywhere by cars, and at the same time that's the reason I didn't manage to remember the city well. But, you know, I'll have the entire 4 years for that. So here's some amazing and not that fabulous photos I took in Vladivostok:

Isn't it awesome?

The main street of Vladivostok, or so

wat?

My face MY FACE 

Here come the photos of my university. Actually, I'd never believe we can have something like that in Russia. The FEFU buildings are so stylish and modern, I can't help waiting to get into all of them! Of course, my mom and I came in the main center to hand my original documents over, but it was the least part of what I could see. But nevertheless it impressed me so much, I'm thrilled to know what else FEFU hides.

I guess, you can easily tell the main center from the other stuff

My company and I wondered what this dragon meant.
It could be the symbol of the university or just the mnemonic
of a significant year for the organization. Mom said to find out

I even chanced to ride a scooter on the campus!

My company, the scooter and I

Mom and I glow in the Sun rays

The famous Russky bridge connecting Vladivostok and
the Russky island where FEFU is situated

The next photos were taken during the day of riding the speed-boat. After that day we also had some wonderful time in Vladivostok, but they don't show my vision of Vladivostok. To my mind, Vladivostok is bays, waves, sea breeze, ships, speed-boats, All-Russian Children Center “Ocean” and also my university since now. The only exception is going to be a photo of my at the lotus lake. It's simply beautiful. BTW, I saw real lotuses for the first time, it was incredible.

Lately I've understood I really love water transport. Naval ships, speed-boats, simple little boats and huge liner ships excite me. Even though I haven't taken trips by all of them yet (some will always be closed for me), but anyhow ships of all kinds enchant me.

Here come the lotuses

The next step of my story is Khabarovsk. My mom and I got there on plane in the morning of August, 8th, and while mom was sleeping I took a walk with Dasha. During the whole time in Khabarovsk I hooked up with some friends from my American trip and met a couple of mom's old friend. I must have told you that my mother studied in the university in Khabarovsk, so she's got a lot of acquaintances there. But due to the fact that I was there for the 3rd time, I didn't take a lot of photos there. Most of them were just selfies with my friends for Instagram.

The Lenina square 

My winning photo in front of TonyMoly brand shop. I hope
there's one in Vladivostok too

Me and Vicka

Me and Christina. But Vicka, Christina and I didn't chance
to meet up all together

Dasha and I

Our plane home

The midnight city of Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk

~~~~~~~~~Time of awesome stories~~~~~~~~ 

When I met up with Christina after her work, she suggested eating. We went to the cafe, she chose the Ceaser salad and tea for the both of us. Due to having already eaten, I decided to take a simple dessert called "Fitness". On reading the products for that dessert (vanilla quarg, muesli and something else) she asked me: "Will you really eat it???" After her repeating that several times, I gave in and chose a cheesecake. And in my opinion, that damn unwanted cheesecake was the reason I'd felt so terrible for the rest of the trip. I couldn't eat anything except water and rice, my stomach hurt, that was the worst days ever! Of course, after three days when I ate only water and rice, I've lost enough weight to name my post like that.

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On coming home I had to do lots of things: I had to prepare all the health certificates, meet with my friends and relatives I left in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk and also say goodbye to them who was also going to move somewhere. My parents and I went to one of the most expensive cafes of our city. Well, basically it's a restaurant, but it's called "Cafe No.1". And it was delicious! It definitely cost what we paid for it. 

But today (31.08.2014) I've already on the Russky island for the 4th day, but you should wait till the next post for more details.

The song of the... period will be "I Am A Pirate, You're A Princess"  by the band "PlayRadioPlay!" (now the band's called "Analog Region"). I've found this song in a fan-video for "Once Upon A Time", and fell for it. Enjoy!

Be brave! Be nice!:D

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".

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!*

EXAMINATIONS ARE OVER!

It's been a while for the news to gain, so I have much to write about!
Firstly, on Monday I had my English exam. And it was such an adventure! Yes! There was nothing to do with the exam itself, but it's all about how I got to the place. Here's how it should've been. We all had to meet at our own school at 8:30 a.m. and then together head to another school where the exam was to be held. At about 9:45 a.m. we would enter the 'venue' and do everything we had to there. But there wasn't any 'we'. There was me who opened her eyes in the morning and saw the time: 9:53. SEVEN MINUTES TO THE START OF FILLING THE BLANKS IN. HELL NO. I'm not the person to be late, but when I oversleep, the nature always saves my ass mentally waking me up in perfect time for me to put the first things I pick on and get to the place I need right on time. And so this time those 7 minutes were enough to get dressed up and fly to the place of writing the examination. Well, I wasn't perfectly on time, but at the same time I wasn't late - the exam itself officially starts after filling in the blanks, and I though on my coming other pupils wouldn't be writing down their information in the blanks. But when I got to the venue, they hadn't even started yet! So I was a superhero of the day! Well, my description might seem complicated, so just get though what a lucky person I am. The exam for English was fine, not so tough, but still there were a few tasks to think. I wrote everything, while some of my friends didn't have time to write the last task - an essay.
On Tuesday, as I mentioned, I was given a mayor prize. There were only 25 senior students, the best ones of the whole city. Well, the best 24 and me AHAHA. Anyhow I got my money ("Money on my mind, money-money on my mind"), though I hoped the sum would be bigger. But thanks for that too! I've already started spending it for... food. And flowers, I've bought a bouquet for mom! And here's some photos from the event:

All the winners and our acting mayor in the center.
Almost there

So, our [wait a bit and he'll be a true] mayor and me
with antenna hair 

From left to right: my class master, me as diva appearance,
the acting mayor and my classmate (with whom I dance
every school stuff). Somehow I'm in love with this photo

In the beginning of Wednesday I worked hard trying to stuff all necessary math information into my clear head, but in the end of it I partied hard with my chorus headers, friends and one special friend who chanced to drop in on Sakhalin, but only for one (!) evening. And that friend is Nakai-san, who was the curator of our band during the Japanese trip in July-August, 2014. I had been called to the party before, but I though I'd better prepare for the up-coming math exam, the last and hardest, so I refused. But then I decided not to overwhelm my mind and instead of it get some rest with good people. So we spent some time, the vibe was awesome, and I was happy to see Nakai-san for the first time since last September. I strongly hope to see him and other Japanese friends ever again.

So, thanks to Nakai-san himself for this photos of us
all together :)

And today... Todaaaay... TOODAAAY!!! Today I've written my last and most nervous examination - for freaking mathematics! MATH IS HELL, BUT NOW IT'S OVER! I'm ready to write all the paragraph with the Caps Lock button on. I didn't oversleep in the morning, everything was fine about the preparation. The exam itself was... err... I don't feel like describing that sht, the only thing I want to say is that I'm deeply hoping to gain 60 points (of 100, of course) to prove I'm an excellent student. And now, when ALL MY FINAL STATE EXAMS ARE OVER, all I have to do is to wait for the results. Ah, and watch series all nights long, certainly. The first results - for the literature - are about to come soon enough (perfectly tomorrow), so I'm awaiting my first shock.

My mom will come back from Moscow tomorrow morning. I can't help waiting for her! And it's not because I wait for the presents, but because I've been really missing her. You see, she left me right during final exams, when I needed her support like never before. Well, she texted me cheerful words before each exam, called me after them, but it would have been definitely much finer, if I could see her by my side, if she wished me amazing luck in the morning and I told her about everything in the evening without thinking of a call's cost. But I handled it, and so tomorrow she'll come and we'll live happily ever after. Well, until I move out of here. Sure sure, in the university I'll have more difficult things than final school exams, but now (at least, according to the law) I'm still a child needing mother's help.

Aaaaaaaand the song of the day will be a nice and calm song "Long Drive" by Jason Mraz. Everything's as just I like. Though it reminds of "The A Team" by Ed Sheeran a bit, doesn't it? But it doesn't spoil "Long Drive" at all.

Long drive, long night

The best night of my life, 

With you riding, your hand on my hand. 

The thought of arriving, kind of feels like, dying.

I don’t want, to go home and be, alone.

Could we, stay out?

Could you, drive a little slower, don’t matter where we’re going,

As long as I’m with you, we could take the long way.

Chevy Nova, front seat, sofa, getting closer, to you.

Drive a little slower; don’t matter where we’re going, 

As long as I’m with you, we could take the long way.

Drive a little slower, not ready to go home,

I’d rather stay with you.

We could take the long way, to the country out of town.

Let’s get lost; I don’t wanna be found.

Let’s get away, now and be careful not to crash.

There’s no defrost and we’re steaming the glass.

You and the road have a generous shoulder

We can pull over and say we took the long way.

Headlights, not strobe lights,

I can see you, but not quite. 

I can feel you inside; the timing is just right.

For the moment, I don’t want to go home.

Take the long way.

Drive a little slower; don’t matter where we’re going.

Take the long way.

Drive a little slower; don’t matter where we going now.

Take the long way

Drive a little slower; not ready to go home.

I’d rather stay with you.

We can take the long way.

Long drive, long night, 

The best night of my life.

Be brave to pass all the exams

The Last Day Of Sakhalin Spring

Huh, I don't even notice what a month is outside, so I couldn't follow how the very end of May has come! I can't imagine it was the last spring in my hometown (I want to believe). Yeah yeah, 'who knows how my life will go', blah blah blah, I know. So I will try hard not to please you, beotches. AHAHAHA
Weeeeell, the day before yesterday, 29.05.2014, a final state exam for the Russian language was held. I was so self-confident before it, so I even tried making myself worry at least a bit about anything (yeah, some may wonder if I was totally mindless or what?). But after the examination itself I found something to be bothered about...

Bye-bye, School Life

My Internet lets me down these days, the most important days in my teenage life.

On 23.05.2014 as it had been planned my classmates and I had the Day of Childhood. The Day of Childhood is considered to be the last day of one's childhood and the start of the fully adult life. Usually that day is really funny and highly sentimental. So was ours. At two first lessons we handmade a paper medal for our parents thanking them for what they'd done for us. At the third lesson we visited the first form; little pupils performed a cute play for us, we sang some children's song together. It was so marvelous, cute and funny! Then we all together headed to our assembly hall to gather there with other 2 classes (or, to be more exact, with other 4 classes - 11th and 1st ones). We play several games, danced and gifted little symbolic presents to each other: we, seniors, presented each child a lucky balloon, and children gave us lucky coins. And then... the most epic thing in my life happened. The saddest song about leaving childhood playing, the first-formers was walking away still looking and waving at us. I kept my tears saving them for the next day.

I wonder if the Day of Childhood
was the reason I'd bought
the Minnie Mouse ears

I adore this photo! Just look at my face!

And the next day was one of the most important days of my life - the Last bell event itself. It was the day we finally said a farewell to our school. Actually I though I would cry a river over leaving my school. But I did not. I didn't cry!! BTW, I've never changed schools, so I attended this bureau of the hell patriotically for 11 years in a row. Well, of course it was so nervous, sad and exciting, because I gave a part of my life to it, I met my awesome friends there. But it's over for now, and somehow I end up thinking I'm glad this is the end. Looking back, I remember my friends me in the 7th or 8th grades wishing so hard for this school period to be done. Maybe days back it wasn't the same, but now my clear mind understand I won't miss those walls, my teachers (except some of my true favourites), those classes. But it's freaking pity we, friends, all have to say goodbye to each other. My people are the ones I will truly miss. Some of my mates are going to leave Russia for other places of the world, so I can only pray for Skype and other Internet powers. I hope we'll hook up during holidays, when we're all back on Sakhalin, so we shall see. All in all, leaving my guys is the thing I'll absolutely cry a river over.

Oh man, I look twelve!

Me and my class teacher

My parents and I

My sweethearts

From left to right: my nice classmate, OTR a.k.a. my friend Ilya
and me in person

What about the event itself, so it was boring, sentimental, nice, so generally as it was meant to be. Our administration delivered speeches, we sang funny songs about our teachers and danced a waltz. Huh, the waltz was pretty fine, though my boy and I made a little mistake in the end. After all everybody was taking plenty of photos (you may notice, may not you?). But our celebration wasn't over with that. Even though it was raining and awfully cold, we headed to the country. Everyone took warmer coats, parents taking care of what we were supposed to eat, a big bus took us out of town. Some people decided to leave our superb party before others, but the most of my friends and I stood strong and cheerfully, so we survived the whole day, ate amazing food cooked on the fire, and so we all had fun. Our boys even grilled bananas! (see the picture below)

The tent we hid in

All Sunday (25.05.2014) I spent in my bed preparing to the first state finale exam - for literature. And on the next day I had it indeed. I couldn't believe I was having that state exam we all had been frightened of; I actually thought I was going to another Olympiad. The atmosphere was fine, but not strict at all. So I wrote everything, hopefully I got stuff I read and knew, so the exam was pretty ok for me. The results are gonna be received on about the 6th of June, so I deeply hope I'll be great.

Tomorrow I'll pass my second examination - for Russian this time. I don't worry much about it, because I've been prepared for it in a really awesome way, so I'm sure I'll do it easily. Well, I can't be too self-confident t also, but still I consider Russian as one of the easiest subject for me. BTW, I officially decided not to pass history. I won't write it, because I'm not so sure here about my knowledge in the historical field. And if I gain less than 60 points for history, so firstly, I won't cross a minimal threshold according my potential university rule, secondly, I won't get a special regional prize. All in all, I though hard and ended up making my life an easier thing. Sooo, wish me luck!

Oh, and the song of the day! This song is actually on my mind for the entire week or even more - "Say Something" originally by the band "A Great Big World" feat. Christina Aguilera, but I also listen to an amazing version by Pentatonix. Have the both!

Be brave!

P.S. 

Snow Again. April No Fool. Dress Hunting.

And as usual I don't care it's been five days since the very start of current April already. Actually it sucks (like every spring month on our island). The last weeks of March were pretty nice, I even dared think it was spring! But now, "shut up, beotch" said spring, and it's been a blizzard this morning. April snowstorm, YEY! I remember, a year or two ago that sht happened too.