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

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

Fate Up Against Your Will

Photo of soviet apartment block I took yesterday.

I've realized something I've been scared to say out loud. I need to get out of my hometown. The sooner the better. I cannot feel happy in here. However, it's a nice place. For a short annual visit only; to remember what made me who I am now, to feel the post-soviet spirit floating in the air and be around people who are always unhappy. Believe me, after almost 19 years of being in the same place makes you at least anxious, or dead inside, or both, or even worse. It's like a pond that says still and slowly turns into a swamp. It's not my best metaphor, to be honest. Maybe it's just me, and my peers are completely fine. But not me. I think my artistic nature is behind this. Artists think and over-think, they are more sensitive about things that are going on around them.

People here are still suffering from stereotypes and shadows of the past and for those like me it's really hard to fit in. Inevitably, different people will be misunderstood. I can say from my own experience, it is really hard to survive the pressure of a small town. Only the few make it. I have almost two months left and I'll say goodbye to school. I'll differ from others and won't suffer the existential crisis after graduating from school-I've suffered it when I was about 13 or so. Maybe I still am, or maybe no-one suffers that phenomenon at all. If so, then their lives are boring (no offence).

On My Windowsill

My cactus has decided it's already spring. I wouldn't write about this, but it's the year number two when it decided to blossom. As a result, I'm excited about this.

Falmouth.

First of all, I've been offered a place at the Falmouth university a few weeks ago!! Who would thought that Fuzz will make it? Even I didn't. And I'm glad people were interested in this little foreign girl from a country with a funny name. Still, they were scared of my surname. I'll have to do something about it.
So, in this post you will see some random photos I took while I was in the town. I was really sad to leave the  country. I simply didn't want to fall back into my grey monotonous life and return to winter. I was so angry being in cold weather and snow after spending a week seeing sun, palm trees and greenery all around me. It's March and it still snows.
This post, on the other hand may probably be an excuse to post something and force myself to do something other than procrastinating..
So, here it goes!

The view from my room's window

The little mess I've made on my first day when I finally
reached my hotel at 11:30 pm

Phoenix cinema in Falmouth town centre

Gyllyngvase (aka Gilly) beach

Silent and quiet Groove Place and Maritime museum
in early Monday.

Birds in Falmouth are quite willing to be photographed.
I stood REALLY close to this one.

Truro train station, about 7:30 am on my last day in the UK

On a plane, flying home