I Have Survived Another Xmas

YES! I have nearly survived my 19th Christmas! Good one.

Just before Christmas I had my wisdom tooth extracted. My face was swollen, I couldn't eat and it hurt like hell. But I was fine on the 25th. Call it Christmas miracle, if you want.

Today I finished taking my antibiotics prescribed after the surgery. 

This meant only one thing - BEER AND CORNISH PASTIES (the ones I brought home from the UK).

I suddenly felt weird when I realized that in one week's time I'll be back in the UK. 

S.x

Hook And Line

One week and assessment to go and my Christmas holidays will begin. And yes, I'm not feeling festive.
I have mixed feelings about coming holidays. On one hand, I want to come back and spend some time with my family, on the another, I don't really want to travel. Maybe it's the fault of my 12 hours journey (train+airplane+journey home).
Student life's fine. I don't really get drunk, because I cannot drink alcohol, apart from my occasional cans of beer after rough days. Although It's fun to laugh at my drunk flatmates. Not in a bad way, obviously.

No Arms and No Friends

During the lecture my tutor played a song by Birdengine and I absolutely fell in love with it!

Ah, I love studying popular music, talking about subversive meanings of subcultures, the meaning of hegemony and dominant ideologies in music, music industry, creative recording and practice. I have an essay due in January, and I'm so scared. Let's hope things will be okay.

here are some random photos I found online... still better than nothing

The Ghost Inside

It's been a while. I was busy with my studies, and to be honest I still am. I'm not complaining, I love studying Popular Music at Falmouth University. I didn't think that we'll be philosophizing about hegemony in popular culture, about autonomy of art and how music subcultures can be subversive.
Actually, nothing really happened during almost two months in the UK; some things happened, but not something you might be interested in.
okay, see you later! And hopefully I'll have something to talk about next time.

Leaving Home Country

My flight is tomorrow at 7:40 (LT time) in the morning.
I'm sort of scared. Maybe it's because of the sudden changes. Or just a general fear that disappears once I've reached the destination.
So, at 9 in the morning (UK time) I'll be in Bristol airport. So, if by any chance you'll be there as well, go ahead and say hi to me! This obviously won't happen, but anyways...

The next post will be from the UK.

..and here are some photos of my hometown I took a few weeks ago.

... and the song is SO SEXY <3

Where Is My Mind?

I know I've been absent though I sort of promised to post more frequently.
I've been procrastinating, thinking about my life, or sometimes even avoiding to think altogether.
I've been accepted at Falmouth university, booked a flight, train tickets, hotel,... Almost everything is done, I only have to wait to be accepted to live on campus.
People would say what's wrong with me then.
I wish I could know.
Maybe the fear of the future has something to do with this, yet my feelings are blunted.
My course starts on 23rd September, so I have one month left to be here. But I think getting out of my home country would improve my life somehow. Don't ask me how.

The Morning Fog

I took this photo in early Saturday morning at about five in the morning.

And the song below fits the photo so perfectly! Even though I was listening to different song at that time.

I'm actually doing a series of photographs, called 'My Little Dead Hometown' where I take photos of my hometown, of the real hometown. Just the way I see it.
If I have enough courage, I'll upload even more photos I've taken.





p.s. I've added a new page about Lifescouts Badges.

Hugs,
S.

School times. Remembered

With the celebration of my school graduation day (or a prom), I've decided to share some of the photos taken during those twelve school years.

Unfortunately, there aren't THAT many photos (unlike some of my classmates' facebook photo albums, ha ha!) - those years weren't always the easiest for me, so I didn't have an intention to memorize them all. But I'm glad I've survived. Somewhat.

To be honest, I didn't want to go to the event but I had to take my graduation diploma so that I can send its photocopy to my university. The whole event is mostly about boasting; it's a paradise for show-offs and pretenders. Despite them, I did enjoy the event.

AND most importantly I'VE FINALLY GRADUATED FROM SCHOOL!!!!

So here are the photos:

My first year at my first school. I'm the tallest one in the last row

A photo of my ex classmate and me at my first school
when I was fifteen, or something...
This one's embarrassing...

The same year. Took all those when I was in the artistic mood. And YES, my first school looked like that before the renovation.

Halloween at my new school, 2011. I was a make-up artist of the event.

A photo from Song and Dance festival in 2012

Photos from another 'being inspired at school' series.

These are the photos of the 'Last Bell' celebration. It's basically a day when an event is held for senior highs, during which everyone is crying and continuously reminding you that you're old, and those times spent at school will never come back. I felt weird when everyone around me was crying their eyes out while I didn't. Why would I cry? For leaving a place where I didn't feel good? No, thanks!

A photo of my class, obviously...

The first page of yearbook of 89th graduates and teachers.

Yesterday's photos

FUCK YEAH!!!

With my lovely sister

Afterparty

That's all from me for now!

Take care.x

Musical Guilty (Secret) Pleasures

We all have some. Even I do.
It's strange that something we like must be hidden and/or we are ashamed of telling others about them. Probably this keeps us going - it's as same as when we were children and had our own so-called 'Secret Places' no-one knew. Maybe it's because of the thrill we get when we are secretive and have something nobody knows about.
Although, we shouldn't be ashamed of our likes no matter how weird or awkwardly disturbing they are. Because only the odds make a person an unique individual.
So, I thought it's time for me to open up a bit and reveal some of my more 'normal' guilty musical pleasures out of my countless list (I'll keep others to myself, though), and if you want, you can share your musical guilty pleasures, too.

1. Metal/Trash Metal. I absolutely love these genres. But somehow I cannot find the gut to admit that...
The song in my mind: Lost Society - Kill (Those Who Oppose Me).

2. Limp Bizkit. It's weird, because I don't like Nu-Metal, but this band... A total guilty pleasure. I love headbanging while listening to these aggressively energetic songs.
The song in my mind: Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff.

3. Wild Beasts. I got hooked on them after 'Brave Bulging Buoyant Clairvoyants'. They are amazing, yet everyone don't like them, or at least don't know them. Their lyrics... the music and the frontman's voice... amazing.
The song in my mind: Wild Beasts - Bed of Nails.

4. Tom Waits. Honestly, it's not a guilty pleasure, but some people don't seem to understand him. The song 'Christmas Card Fromm A Hooker In Minneapolis' and so does the rest of the songs always give me a weird feeling  that makes me want to sit in an old fashioned wingback chair in front of a fireplace, with a glass of bourbon in one hand and with a cigarette in another, and listen to his music playing in the background. Weirdly, I somehow like this feeling... His songs are deep and sad; he definitely speaks for those whose voices aren't heard...
The song in my mind: Tom Waits - I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You.


This is goodnight, Vienna from Simona...
Take care!x

Dusk Is Like A Dagger

'Dusk is like a dagger that suffocates our lives '

I don't know why, but I somewhat like 80s darkwave music. So deep and dark, yet beautifully inspiring.
This song reminds me of long sleepless summer nights spent philosophizing about the life. Even now I'm doing so. And I feel a huge urge to do something unusual with my life, something I would remember for a very long time. Sadly, I do not know what...

I love staying up all night as my favourite moment of the day is the time when night and morning collide - a time when you cannot say, if it's early morning or late night. When the town is in countless hues of grey, when I can hear and feel things I don't usually experience during the day, when the inspiration awakes, and the thought of being the only person who is not sleeping makes me feel a bit special.





Tonight I want to stay with you 
Tonight I want to play with you 
Tonight I want to dance with you 
Tonight I want to lie with you tonight 

New Blog's Background And New Beginnings

With my very last exam I took yesterday, my very last school's summer holidays have practically started. All I need is to attend a graduation ceremony and receive my diploma. And that's it! I'm free from school forever.

So, with lots of free time, I decided to finally change blog's design. Nothing molto grande, but at least I've managed to change colour schemes alongside with font and, obviously, the background.
I have some ideas for future posts, and this summer might be quite prosperous time for the blog. I hope.

I've decided to start summer season by watching one of my favourite band's concert I haven't seen in ages. Therefore, I'm going to watch it right now.

Bye!x

Joe Strummer! FTW

Last Year Of Teenage Kicks Or: Happy Birthday To Me

It's 4th of June and it's my birthday!

So, I'm nineteen. The last year of teenage kicks. This idea makes me rethink my life and make a list of things I ought to do this year.

It's 1:17am. I hope I'll have exceptionally great time. After what I've been put through, I think today I deserve at least a one fucking good day!