End of the First Semester and its Results (so far)

the library building on campus

Yay! The first semester at uni has ended, all assessments are handed in; all I have now is the wait for the results.
This week is a reading week and the following one is a SONVA winter festival and we'll have loads of workshops and inductions that are mandatory. For the reading week we've been given some texts to read before the module starts after two weeks. These texts are basically about linguistics, semiotic language, signs and pre-symbolic meanings in the culture and art. Heavy stuff. Especially when my first language is not English, but it's the day number two and I'm already halfway through! YAY for me!!

I also had to write an essay 2500-3000 words long. If I get a good mark, I'll be MORE than glad!
Below I am sharing a song I had to mix for Creative Recording, Production and Performance module at the uni. We've been put into all female and all male bands (all female ones don't work... seriously) and we had to write one song, record and make our own version of the song with DAW (digital audio workstation) software and we write a supporting documentation (1000 words) about the creative use of technology ans the process of the song-writing. Mixing was hard as the girl whose vocals I used could not sing properly, so I had to split almost every word and make the lower notes sound louder. Tiring! But yeah, hopefully my tutors will like this.

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.

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.

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

my new looove

Last Thursday was one of my the luckiest days :D BECAUSE I got my new guitarrr!!! (It's a Washburn WI64 Idol Series guitar)
I was screaming
I was so fucking happy
Everybody heard me laughing and jumping around.
I was just MAD of happiness

That guitar is... EPIC! The sound, design, everything. OHHHH
I fell in love with it...

Today is my 9th Martian b-day!!!!!

hehe, yep.... when there's any kind of celebration, I WILL surely celebrate it :D
so, today I turned 9 on Mars *party*. 

One Martian year is 687 days.

One Martian day: 1 day, 37min, 23s

If you're interested, go to this website to find out how old you are on the rest of planets of Solar system ;P

Utopia of my town: Indie boys

What I would do if there would be some indie guys in my town?!?
Sadly, but there won't...
even after hundreads of years...
Every guy here is... erm... oh dear. I can't even describe.... most of them are wearing tracksuits, listening to dumb remixes, swearing. They like girls who are obsessed with town's "popculture"; they avoid the different ones and if the person loves rock music, they say she's a killer or a person who soon will commit suicide (...I had experienced some insults about the music I like and they were calling me a killer. Even if I don't listen to death metal... yet)....

Someone had said: 'Being different means being yourself, standing for your own views and beliefes. However, it is hazardous to your health and emotions. Being yourself is a difficult task when most of people fail...'

OK, that 'someone' is me...