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!*

#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

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.