Mysterious package from Japan

So this happened

The package I sent to Elleanor in June came back. After four months. All the chocolates have melted :( 

And guess what! She followed me on Instagram! Yay!!! 

*whispers* follow me @sonyash26 

There's a Japanese festival in my town this weekend. Can't wait to stuff my face with sushi and drink as much ramune as I can! I will get the marble out this time! 

I wish there was someone I could discuss Cage of Eden with because even though I finished it three days ago, I'm obsessed with it. I need Cage of Eden merchandise! Speaking of Eden no Ori, I was mentally scarred by YaraixKurusu fan fiction yesterday. *cringe* I don't ship them like that. 

No more school trips

The hike was rather groovy and the residential trip was simply smashing. 

If you're Rosa out on you Miss R voice because this is going to be a bit PSHE/godly/wishy-washy.

So... Right before the trip I had this dream~ about how I was playing with lots of friendly dogs and, apparently, that's a sign of many good friendships in the future (or something along these lines). I guess that dream came true. But dream telling is still bullshit. 

*transforms back into her normal self who despises any sort of supernatural premonitions*

I finished reading Cage of Eden. I might as well write some *cringes* fan-fiction. Yes. Fan-fiction. The last time I tried writing something like that it didn't go too well (or maybe it went a little too well). I want to write about Yuki (who resembles me in many ways) who started keeping a diary the day they left Raika Island. I hope this fan-fiction never comes to existence because it would be the most cringeworthy thing I can possibly write.

I'm going to start working on a photography project in the near future. Hopefully.

I need to get many things done so bye.

Hiking tomorrow

So tomorrow I'm going on a hike with my nakama, or not nakama, call them whatever you wish. I can't say I'm very excited for this hike. It's going to be raining and I really don't want to meet any cows. I'm happy about one thing though. I'm bringing instant cofffee! Coffee is my bæ~

I was in a bit of a, what I call, "deep thinking mode" when I was packing. I thought about different people and what they might think of me. I wondered if I care about anyone's opinions. Turns out I don't. 

I suddenly had the urge to improvised on the piano so I played different variations of senbonzakura. It was somewhat enjoyable.

Year 11 is the boring continuation of year 10

Went to Starbucks with Dasha today. She's such an amazing person! 

I don't really like Year11 because it feels like Year10, but worse. In Year 10 everything was new to me and I was open to people. This year everything annoys me. I wish there were more people in our year since I can literally tell you the life story of every single person at school. 

Also, I'm the same person I was last year and that's a bit annoying as well. Every start of the school year I get this kind of nostalgia and think about the year before like "aw things were so different back then". But this year everything is the same! 

This is the stage of the year when I become obsessed with Senbonzakura to the point of iNSaNiTy

The title is lame. But, yes, I am once again obsessed with Senbonzakura. So nostalgic... (Much cherry blossom, very Vocaloid, wow)

I wanted to write something "insightful" in this post, but I forgot what I was going to write about. 

I want to go to that flea market in Albania. Can't wait to go there again. Albania is such a beautiful place. 

Okay I should stop since I don't have anything to write.

Bye.

A message to the UN

Yesterday was a day I will never forget. I guess it all happened thanks to the Literature project Dasha, Tinbite and I had to work on. All of us met at Dasha's house which is amazing by the way. After finishing the project, Tinbite and I went to town and had Starbucks while bitching about everyone we know. I don't think I'll ever be able to look at the people we discussed the same way again.

We found a piece of chalk at a local park and "engraved" our names in the pavement. 

We then had an idea to leave messages on the pavement with chalk so that the people that walk by could see them. The messages we left were about Ukraine and how the killing of children should be stopped.

Having those thoughts in mind, coincidentally, we noticed a stand in front of the shopping centre with people from Iran who were collecting money for their charity against war. After having donated to the cause, Tinbite and I decided to organise our own charity to help people in war-affected areas. We bought some more chalk, took a tram to the UN building and wrote this right in front of it.

Best day ever n__n

My so called fringe looks like Teto's hair

Vasjok was telling me about how her Russian language teacher is evil. Speaking of evil, in Literature class, we had to prepare for a debate the theme of which is "are humans born good or evil". I was supposed to be on the side that supported the statement "all humans are born evil", but I did not participate in the philosophical discussion my classmates were having. Sometimes I just love observing people as if I'm invisible (yes, I'm weird). I love listening to people when they talk about their thoughts and feelings. Strangely, I hate it in books.

About the theme of the debate, I don't know whether people are born good or evil. I keep on coming to the analogy I found in one of the National Geographic magazines. I can't remember it word to word, but it basically compared your personality with a piece of paper with character traits written on it. Things wrote in pen can't be changed. That is your nature. As you grow older, other words are written on your "paper" with a pencil that can be erased and changed. That is nurture, the way you were brought up. I don't think a lot of my character traits have changed ever since preschool. I was born evil >:D mwahaha

Went home with Charlie, Dasha and Rosa today. They are really cool people. Sometimes I feel like they are my nakama. 

Speaking of nakama, according to futurewise, I should be an archaeologist. I ain't Nico Robin! I have her wanted poster in my room by the way. She's so cool!!!!!

(Yes, there will always be at least one One Piece reference in every blog post) 

Spoke to Vasjok when I got home. Middle School seems to be going well for her. I wish I could experience Middle School all over again since it was so great. 6th grade will always be the best year of my life. I miss Peter and Katja TT__TT

I wanted to listen to some sort of "aggressive" music today so I found Vocaloid remixes. I never listen to dubstep remixes of vocaloid songs, but I felt like finding something unusual today. I first listened to "Love is War" because I can totes relate to that song *sarcasm*. I doodled a weird face with my expensive pencils. Probably shouldn't have wasted them. I posted it on Instagram, but I will delete it later. Speaking of Instagram, I finally got to 100 followers thanks to this blog! Yayyy!!! 

I want to share the amazing remixes of popular vocaloid songs I found.
Love is War: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVp_Oi5rboc
Senbonzakura: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JY44KrrHpY
Discord (Gakupo's "amazing" english): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czKvqWYVp78
Disappearance of Hatsune Miku: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoJlYEpG2TI

10000 views!

So this happened 

10000! That's like the population of ummm.... Whatever. That's a big number. 

I've got to write something interesting now. 

I did the psychometric profiling test on futurewise today. I was the first one to finish and I can't say that it was really hard. I think the hardest or the most annoying bit was "numberical reasoning" where you had to answer maths questions. Overall, the test told me that I am not social, don't follow my feelings and concentrate on my own ideas to the extent that I ignore others if I'm working in a team. "First things first I'm the realest". That's pretty accurate, I guess.

After school, I went to an intense badminton practice. I actually enjoyed it even though I thought I was going to die during warm-up. I could not find the place I was supposed to go to so I was walking around town aimlessly.

I saw this really cool post on Instagram (I'm at 100 followers!) about how Russians see Ukrainians. According to the Russian people, Ukrainians are sneaky, jealous, hard-working, kind and hospitable. And Russians think of themselves as hospitable, friendly, peace-loving, patient and always ready to help the ones in need. Together both peoples are respectful towards elders, religious and have a lot of self esteem. That brightened up my day. 

10 more views till 10000!!!

The title says it all! I don't really know why I care about the views like they're some sort of achievement.
I thought about the thing I posted yesterday all morning today and realised that I failed at making friends. (WikiHow, please come to my rescue!) But at lunch I forgot about everything and actually enjoyed myself, even though the people around me might not have noticed a change.
I keep on coming back to the book I read when I was ten and thinking about how the events that took place there are similar to those in my life. I remember in 6th Grade, especially during the first few days of school, I would compare my life and the story line of that book very often. It always played a huge role in my life.
Vasjok is loving her life in Middle School. I can't believe she's going to study French this year.
Speaking of French, in French class today we spoke about being proud of, what one could call, your motherland. To be honest, I can't even imagine how it is possible to come from a certain country and not be proud and supportive of it. Yes, I understand that it's quite a frequent thing nowadays, but I think that I will always be proud of my nationality no matter what.
This blog has become some sort of "book of Sonya's daily bullshit thoughts". Is anyone actually interested in reading that?
P.S. I hope this post doesn't contain any stupid mistakes because I'm lazy to proof read it.

People change <--- dramatic title allert

Dasha and I went to Starbucks after school today as we always do. I've become such a #whitegirl #letmetakeaselfie #chaiteafrapuccino I still hate UGGs and white iPhones so that's good.
It was Vasjok's first day in Middle School today. She's growing up... I remember when it was my first day in Middle School, we had to tell the teacher an interesting fact about us and I said that it was my cousin's first day at school that day. Oh Middle School... That was an experience... I still can't believe this year is my last year at school! Like wowww!!!
Come to think of it, I started this blog when I was starting 7th Grade. Back then I never knew things were going to turn out this way. I mean I never knew that I was going to turn out an anti-spiritual hardcore atheist. I used to be all "open-minded" back then, believing in spirits and auras and such.
Today I sort of realised that I'm not really friends with the people I want to be friends with. (Rosa doesn't count since I've wanted to be friends with her ever since the first time I visited the school two years ago. She is my best-ass friend!) I was carefully looking at the people in my year during lunch time and I thought that I would really want to be close friends with some of them. I'd love to know their stories and why they became the way the are. I'm so painfully curious sometimes. There's nothing stopping me from becoming good friends with the people I want to be friends with, is there? I should probably go on wikihow and type in "how to make friends" xD