Yesterday, 14.08., I finally met with my ex-classmate Yulya who lives now in the South Korea. She's been here, in Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk since June (she had came even before I went to the USA), but we hadn't chanced to see each other till yesterday. Also Dasha kept our company. We told Yulya a lot about out current classmates and decided to introduce out Korean friend to them. And I hope, we'll find a day to gather until Yulya goes to the Republic of Korea (she'll leave us on next Wednesday).
And today it's been the most raining day of this summer, I suppose; but it couldn't stop me and Cherry Lady from having a nice long walk. We've both become wet and tired, but we've both had a great time.
Ouch, the rain's just become hard again. It's damn horrible! Is it real summer?
Today I've had the matter out about my English lessons forth-coming academic year, and also about my mathematics lessons. My aunt is a math teacher, so I've asked her to study with me.
As I'd planned, I watched "Beautiful Creatures". And yup, I liked the movie, magical and lovely. What about the last night, so I watched
Right now I've found one awesome song about... Santa Damn Monica! It's performed by "Theory Of A Deadman". I don't know this band, but the style of the song reminds me about "Nickelback". Maybe, another cause would make me pass this song by, but I was in Santa Monica myself, I can recall images of it listening to the song, so certainly I've saved the track.
She fills my bed with gasoline
You think I wouldn't notice
Her mind's made up
Her love is gone
I think someone's trying to show us a sign
That even if we thought it would last
The moment would pass
My bones will break
And my heart would give
And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
And I remember the day you told me it's over
It hurts to breathe
Well every time that you're not next to me
Her mind's made up
The girl is gone
And now I'm forced to see
I think I'm on my way
Oh, it hurts to live today
Oh and she says
"Don't you wish you were dead like me?"
And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
And I remember the day you told me it's over
I wanted more than this
I needed more than this
I could use of more than this
But it just won't stop
It just won't go away
I needed more than this
I wanted more than this
I asked for more than this
But it just won't stop, it just won't go away
I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I remember the time when you left it all behind
I remember the day you told me it's over
I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
I remember the day you told me it's over
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