Old sketchbook tour!

This is a sketchbook I had from 2008 up to 2012 (school Art class). Let's see what's inside!

By the way, that's my new owl Swoops! Isn't it so cute!!!

On the cover there's a list of things to draw. In 5th grade if we finished our assignment early we had to pick something on the list and draw it. 

There are a lot of loose sheets of paper. I think this one is from 7th Grade when we had to redraw this cool Rhino from a picture.

 Fourth Grade stuff:

Here's a something I drew on my first ever day of school when I moved to Switzerland. I remember we had Art first thing on Monday and it was that day that I had my first class in English. I think that was a pretty scary but also exciting experience because I didn't speak English back then and I couldn't understand what was going on or what we were supposed to do. 

On the bottom of the page someone copied my handwriting and wrote that I hate this girl and I think I got into a fight with them or something... Oh 5th Grade...

Weird collage thing. Okay...

We went on a field trip to some museum and had to fill in a worksheet. I didn't understand any of it so my classmates literally had to spell out all the answers for me.

This collage looks pretty cool, I have to say!

The mysterious envelope

So I was getting rid of my old notebooks the other day and I discovered a lot of this:

Aw notes from 6th Grade. Uh I hated that class so much! All we did was copy things the teacher wrote on the board. #frenchschool

7th Grade physics taught me how to draw pencils and sugar cubes

Other people did the industrial revolution, colonisation... All I did was copy what the teacher wrote on the board about the Roman art.

My notes were so neat!

So neat...

So neat.......

I drew snakes before it was cool!

Colour coded notes wow

I was so into Geography!

Aw so cute!!!
Now all I do in French class is write essays about environmental problems and immigrants.

I found this folder where I used to keep all the work sheets I got in class. Now I just blindly shove them in my bag. I was so organised before!

I screamed when I found this photo printed out on an A4 piece of paper. The worrying thing is that you can find this photo on my blog. *cringes* 

The time I actually got good grades in German

I was so modest 

At least, the world should be thankful to me for the amount of paper I recycled hahaha

Everything was fun and games until I found something very very very intriguing and mysterious. THIS STRANGE ENVELOPE! 

I don't remember where it is from. It says that I have to open it on the 15th of April 2022. Tun tun tunnnn!

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 

Spring is my favourite time of the year!

I had my birthday party today and it was more enjoyable than I could ever had imagined it to be. The theme was cooking, just like it was in 6th Grade. We had two ours to prepare a whole meal, including a started, a main course and desert. After we have finished cooking, we sat around the table and ate. We could barely finish what was on our plates because the meal was very filling. We talked and laughed and I felt very pleased because I understood that I was surrounded with the best people ever! Matthew was doing his weatherman impression and all of us where a bit sad that Charlie couldn't make it to the party. 

After the party, Mickael, Rosa, Nina, Yasmin and I went to the lake and ate ice cream even though I was still very full.

List 3 online friends that you have never met in real life before but would really like to

So first of all, I really want to meet Lena who I have met online when I was in 6th Grade. We used to talk on skype and we still do sometimes. She lives in Ekatinisburg in Russia and the time difference between us seems enormous. Lena is the one who introduced me to anime and without her I would not be the crazy otaku I am today.
I guess I could also count Maho as my online friend although we have already met a couple of times in real life.
I don't have any more online friends because I keeps it real. Okay that was random.
I feel kind of sick today because Rosa was sick yesterday and she coughed on me a lot. I don't want to get sick since my birthday party is on Saturday. I have a feeling that it is going to be quite fun, but it's a shame that Charlie won't be able to make it. 

Why and when did you start blogging?

I started blogging in 6th Grade on a Russian children's social networking website and I had 18 followers! I blogged every day of the year, telling people about my first year in Middle School. I guess others found it interesting because I wrote about living in another country and studying in another language. Thanks to that little blog, I met my online friend Lena who I still talk to on Skype sometimes. Back then I was not really into anime and thought that it was weird, but Lena introduced me to it and so I became an otaku! I guess it changed my life in a way. Another "fan" I had was a seven(or so)-year-old Ukrainian girl. It seems like she looked up to me since she told her mother about my blog and both of them would leave comments.
I guess I started blogging back then because the summer of 2010 was pretty boring and the only thing I could do to entertain myself was write. I wrote a lot of fictional stories and created a website on googlesites where I posted them. Everyday blogging was some sort of challenge I set myself because I enjoyed writing so much, I could not live a day without it.
I wanted to carry on writing in that small blog I had, but I found a website called Blogger and decided to carry on writing in English for a bigger audience. I figured out that it would be better because a lot of my friends could see it. I thought it would be a way to keep in touch with those who left (like Katja or Peter).
Sometimes I wonder why I still have this blog. But, hey, I'm almost at 9000 views!

What's on your iPod?

So this is what it looks like ^___^

I only have 338 songs! I need to get more music!

So far I've only got:

- a couple of ABBA songs because they make make me happy

- quite a lot of classical music that I can listen to when I'm drawing or when I want to listen to someone calming. I only have well-known pieces that are easy to listen to such as "the four seasons" by Vivaldi or "pavane pour infante defunte" by Ravel

- "5 centimetres per second" soundtrack that I listen to and pretend that I'm in an anime (my life is sad hahaha)

- a lot of jazz!!! I have five Dave Brubeck CDs, two more random Dave Brubeck albums, Tape Five, Al Jarreau AND Michel Legrand's "I Love Paris" (note: I never listen to "I Love Paris" because it makes me feel so nostalgic that I'm afraid I will just cry)

- Yiruma's "First Love"

- Haibane Renmei soundtrack because Ko Otani is a genius

- and don't forget Joe Hisaishi! If I ever meet him I will give him a big warm hug <3

- Astor Piazzolla's tango (whenever I listen to it now I can't stop thinking about the school trip we had at the beginning of the year and Charlie and Rosa's amazing tango skills)

- VOCALOID!!! Strangely, most of them are sung by Gumi even though she is not my favourite

- Russian romances that used to listen to in the summer of 2011 and cry because I missed Peter too much

- smeshariki soundtrack to listen to with my cousin

- music that doesn't fit into a particular album such as Nyan Nyan Dance 

I also have a lot of strange meditation music that I downloaded in Year 8/Grade 7 for no obvious reason. I have never listened to any of the songs because they scare the crap out of me! Why did I want to download such music anyway? 

Something that you miss?

I miss summer 2011! That was when I was having the time of my life! That was also the year when my cousin and I became very close and made unforgettable memories. There was nothing special about that summer. I simply went to Moscow and Montenegro, as I usually do, but, in fact, 2011 was the first time I have ever visited Montenegro in three years. Childhood memories came rushing back as soon as our plane landed in the Tivat airport. I could suddenly remember Montenegrin words and phrases I thought I have forgotten over the three years of my absence. 

After having spent a whole month in Montenegro, I went back to Moscow where I have previously spent the two first weeks of my summer holiday. Vasjok and I painted the cellar; our drawings still remain there today. One of the happiest moment of my life was when Dasha (Vasjok's other cousin), Vasjok and I were listening to "The Children's Radio" and dancing in the small swimming pool we constructed. The only song lyrics I remember are "The splashing bay is where it's always summer. It's where sweets grow on trees." I have searched for this song for almost three years now (that was such a long time ago!!!), but I haven't found anything that resembles it. Whenever Vasjok, Dasha and I meet up we always sing the song and it warms up our hearts. 

Diary of a 12-year-old

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the diary I had when I was 10 years old. This week I am going to write about a blog I had when I was in 6th Grade. (It was on a Russian social website for children.) It was the best year of my life. The following things are translated from Russian to English and my translating skills are not so good :/

This was my first post:

So here we are… One more week until school starts. Homework, lessons and other things I don’t like. In 5^th grade they scared us so much by telling us about middle school so that some people even wanted to stay in primary for another year. But actually, I don’t care. Homework – I will do it, lessons – I will survive. No… Middle school is something… The twins from my school bus told us everything about it. They love it there. There are a lot of teachers, you have a lot more friends than you did in primary, first love. It sounds pretty cool. The thing that interests me the most is lockers. It’s like when you go inside a shop and you have to leave certain things in a locker. We’re also going to have those! I am going to have my own keys! I don’t know what middle school is about yet, but all 6^th graders are really cool! Maybe I will also be cool?

Awwww.... I was so excited to go to Middle School. That was such a long time ago. This post is about my first day in 6th Grade:

Mica is very pretty today!

Who the hell came up with the idea of exams...? I want to punch them in the face!

This year I came to the point that I no longer care about exams....

On Saturday I went to the Vedanta centre and borrowed the Bhagavad Gita! It's such an amazing book. It seems like it's a book of all my thoughts and ideas put on paper neatly (does this sentence even make sense...?). Unfortunately I have to give it back this Saturday...
Instead of studying for my French exams I decided to take a walk. If you know me personally you probably know that I hate going for walks outside unless it's very important. It was raining, but I still went outside... Don't ask me why. I've been acting strange lately.
For the past couple of days I can't get the idea of being trapped out of my head. Remember when you were little you made houses out of shoe boxes? (Don't tell me you didn't!) This is how I see the world. You are trapped inside the little doll-house shoe box with cardboard cut-outs and glitter... And you can't get out of it. This is how I feel now.
It all reminds me of the first anime series I ever watched. I saw it in 6th grade and it is called Haibane Renmei. It's a story about a girl who lives in a town that is surrounded by walls. No one knows what is behind these walls and no one is allowed to leave the town or even go close to these walls. All the Haibane (the grey-winged) eventually leave the town at "the day of departure". Some think of it as death and others think of it as being let free.
When I was watching it I think I took the story too literally. Now I can say that I understand the meaning behind the story.
So now I have a question. Could death be considered as a release? The only way I could get out of the little shoe box world is by.... Dying...? No! That's not true at all... But how else can I leave this place..?
Maybe no one would mind if I leave this world. Could everything be just an illusion? It seems like all the people around me care so much, but it could just be.... That none of them really exist!

That's the first time I have ever considered dying an option. I will try to take my mind off this crazy idea. 

WTC! June!!! o_O

(WTC = what the chod because saying f*ck is too mainstream...)
It's about 11 at night and I'm nostalgic... Again... I started listening to vocaloid and ended up listening to very sad songs by Meiko. Now I'm reading my old blog from 6th grade...
I was so different back then! I remember the times when I was actually a good student... What happened...? Wasn't I always the "can-I-get-extra-credit" kind of girl? I don't mind being who I am now, but I can't get over the fact that I was so different! I always think that if I went back in time I would never be friends with my old self...
I also found some funny stuff on my old blog. My favourite one was (bro, listen, I suck at translating Russian to English):
"It's February... And then it's my favourite March. Everything is blooming and reproducing."
I think my old self would get better grades than me now. I spend way too much time working on The Faith of the World project. I don't even know if it's a good thing or not. I mean, it's educational and it's not a waste of time, but my grades have gone down because of it! I didn't finish reading my English book and didn't study for my Vocab test because I was too busy reading about Vishnu and Shiva! And tell you what, Hinduism is awesome! It's more fascinating than any fiction novel I have ever read! I don't even know how I'm going to study for exams with this since this weekend I have to... That's another story!
The thing is I signed up for the Orthodox Church choir!!!
Wait! Let me make this clear once and for all! I do not come from a religious family. I only found out that you sing in a church a couple of months ago. The first time I visited a church was this year. Ok...? And I don't even celebrate Christmas...
So this little step made a big difference to me. First of all it was one of the few decisions that I made myself. I'm really proud of it!
Now every Sunday I have to get up at 9, walk to the old town, pass by the Lutheran Church, give it a creepy stare, smile, thinking "I remember that time"...
This Saturday I'm also going to visit... Actually, I'll tell you later! Get ready for another adventure.

I found something!!!

Today I decided to write something again.
(Good job, Sonya! You have an English assignment due the day after tomorrow that you haven't even started! And you want to get an A in your marking period? Of course, you will!)
For inspiration I found some of my old stories and essays on my computer. I also took my old laptop that I forgot about and looked at some pieces of writing I did in 5th and 6th Grade. To my surprise I realised that I still have some of my old essays and writing assignments that I thought were good. They turned out to be horrible.... And I blamed my teacher for giving me a B-...? If I were her I would have given myself something bellow a D.
After reading my essays I started reading my creative writing stories. Holy crap those are scary! If I didn't know I wrote that I would have thought that the child who wrote that had issues! Just listen to this:
"You remember the day you left home. It was a cold November night when winter comes to power and plays with her white scarf, causing storms and hurricanes. Her hand reaches out for you to take you to a place where you feel like you’re on the other side of the mirror. You left the people you loved to love another place, without fighting.
One more sound and the ice will crack. There’s sadness in those eyes. You feel like they’re asking for something. The creature looks like an innocent child, looking for a place to hide from the big world. You think of kissing it, imagining how your lips would unite in an alliance of love. You reach out to grab the creature’s arm, but it disappears, leaving nothing behind. You turn around and find it behind you with its eyes wider than usual. It takes your arm and pulls you up."

What the hell was I thinking of back then?
My writing skills are very good, actually! How did I come up with all this stuff about winter's white scarf and the other side of the mirror? I like it, but it's just... So creepy and random!
I also realised another thing about my writing. I come up with such random names! Now I would never write a story about someone called Madeleine...
Before I had so many big writing projects. I started writing a story in 6th grade and I haven't finished it. I can't remember how I wanted to end it! It's a story about a girl who hit her head during a fire and lost her memory. She was called Sophie before and now, since she couldn't remember her name, she is called Amanda (random names strike again!). She goes back to school discovering that everyone is in love with her old self, but she doesn't remember being the girl she was before the accident. (Such a cool story line!) Here's a fragment from it:
"“Tell me more about Sophie,” I asked Lena. “I don’t remember myself being Sophie.”
            “What do you want to know about her?” Lena responded.
            “What did she like, for example,” I answered.
            “She liked to think,” Lena said, thoughtfully. “She liked to think about how things work not only in machines, but in life. She even found an answer to the hardest question in the world: What’s the purpose of living. Sophie was clever – wise. We would sometimes come to her and ask what to do. She solved our problems. She was a psychologist for all of us. Everyone liked her.”
            I thought about what Lena had told me about Sophie. It was like she was talking about someone else, not me. I’m not wise. I can’t solve problems like a psychologist. I wished I could.            “I feel sorry for myself now, really,” I pronounced my thought out loud. “I’m not like Sophie now. When I lost my memory I think I lost my wisdom too.”
            “I feel sorry for you too,” Lena replied. “You would just sit there, look at the fire and say something that would touch my heart, that would make my eyes water. You loved to look at the fire then, look at those flames disappear into the air. It made me feel joyful, but also jealous. I thought why you chose Liz to be your best friend. Why wasn’t I your favourite?”"
In fifth grade I was more into writing dialogues. Reading it, I realised that I haven't used the word "said" once. Here's an example (some more random names!):
""I'm not a little girl like you, Sue. I think I have a better idea," she whispered. "It's private. Up to my room."
The children ran to Susan's room quickly. Susan locked the door, so nobody could get through.
"Do you know, what Mum locked in the bottom floor and why?" she asked in a low whisper.
"I really want to know," Sue whispered back."Let's go to the bottom floor and see," Susan suggested.
"When?" Andrew asked. "Aunt Katy and Steffanie are always in the house."
"Not all the time," began the girl. "When Mum's away and Steffanie's at her friends' we can go down there and nobody would see us.""
In fifth grade I thought my grammar skills were good too. Nope!

I hope you enjoyed reading some of my old stories as much as I did. So the morals (I learned) are:
1. Don't blame your English teacher for giving you a bad grade! You deserve it! She knows better!
2. Read what you wrote from someone else's point of view before saying that it's amazing!
3. Don't be afraid to change your writing style!
4. Writing in first person and in past tense is too easy (and too mainstream)!
5. Avoid the word "said" when writing dialogues (because it's too mainstream)!
(6. Use random names..... No... Don't, actually... Random names are random... Don't use names...)

Shopping and Twilight

Yesterday, Franny, Carolina, Emma, Paulina, Ximena and me went to the cinema to watch Twilight.
I ran out of my house to get to the tram, but as soon as I got to the tram stop it left. The next tram was only coming in 6 minutes. At first I decided to wait, but I ended up running to the train station. Franny and Carolina said that they were at Starbucks. Since they weren't there I went inside the train station. Franny called me and we, finally, met up.
The rest of our friends were already at Balexert, buying tickets. I was all excited about it. (Whenever I go to the cinema at Balexert I just can't stop thinking about that time I went there with Peter, even though it was such a long time ago...) I got nachos and a slushy. Yum yum!!!
The movie was.... I don't know how to describe it properly... I was waiting for something to happen, but nothing really did... At some moments I just didn't understand what was going on because some of it was all so fast and unexpected and not at all linked to the story. The fights weren't at all realistic. The characters didn't act at all. You just couldn't tell if the main character Bella was sad or happy or depressed because she had the same face on all the time. The story was complicated. Sometimes there was too much action that you just couldn't keep track of it. And sometimes there was no action at all and it was boring.
The movie messed up my good mood and by the time we went shopping I just wanted to go home. While Carolina and Franny were at the makeup store, I was on my own outside. I didn't feel like looking at all the lotions and masks and perfume bottles. I started getting bored so I decided to get to the book store. On my way there I stopped and thought carefully about what I was doing. I thought about them looking for me and getting worried because they wouldn't find me. I thought that it wouldn't be at all nice to leave them there. I thought that they actually cared about me and I only cared about myself. I ended up thinking that I was selfish so I went back, finding Franny looking for me.
 After that, all of us went to Clair's. I wondered there for a while and came up with a conclusion that none of it was interesting  to me. So I went outside again. Before I knew what I was doing I found myself walking to the book store. I stopped myself once again. And thought about it all. I decided not to go there.
After about 30 mins Franny walked out of Clair's and started calling me. I could see her, but she couldn't see me. Slowly, I made my way towards her.
Franny and all the rest of us went to Lush. Less than a minute after I sneaked away with Carolina. We ended up at the stationary shop looking at post cards and pens. There was a very cute purple post card with two owls on it. It said "Special friend" on it. I wanted to buy it, but then I thought, who I should give it to, and not finding such person, put it back on the shelf.
Franny found us quickly. After going to the CASA store (where they sell things you can decorate your house with) I, finally had a chance to go to the book shop.
I spent a lot of time looking for Enligh books. When I found them I realised that almost all of them were fiction books. Since I don't really like fiction I decided to go and look at the manga books near by. At least a quarter of them were Hentai (pornography) and the rest were the ones with strange characters (like Naruto). I didn't find anything I knew. I gave up my hope on finding a good book so I went to look at the DVDs. I ended up going outside, stalking Franny and Carolina who were looking for me, thinking why I'm treating them that way.
I went home, very tired. I didn't buy anything while the others bought loads. Weird...

Nyan Nyan Nyan Nyan Nihao Nyan! ^_^

It has been a while since my last post. It seems like I don't have inspiration or something. Sometimes at school I just feel like writing, but I don't have the possibility to. When I come home I'm so lazy and tired and ugh... I just feel like doing other things (like watching MyMusic on youtube).
Doesn't it feel like school just started? To me it does. I think my mind is still somewhere in the Summer or the end of 7th grade. And I still can't get over the fact that I'm an 8th grader. I think it's because, as I told you already, everything reminds me of 6th grade. Our homerooms are in the Mont-Blanc building, I have art in the Picasso, I have the same teachers as in 6th grade. Kind of weird! In 6th grade we were the youngest in Middle school and now we are the oldest and nothing has changed. I guess I'm still the same person.
I don't think my friends changed either. Franny - still crazy about fashion and just crazy in life and Yasmin is still perverted. I have many new friends though. We have this some sort if gang. Most of the time I'm with Franny and Yasmin, but also Hibba, Carolina, Paulina and, sometimes, Emma. Sometimes, like today, I'm just with Yasmin at the library or somewhere. Today I was expecting us to go to the library, read quietly, look at books or something, but we ended up laughing at books on Soviet Russia that we suddenly came upon. There's nothing really funny about the stuff we laugh about. It's just the way we do it. Zoom!!! (our word for LOL)
So school is fun so far. (Can't believe I actually said that!!!) My lowest grade for now is a B and I got a 100% for maths and history (with Mme Roussel!!!!).
I'm thinking of doing my own yearbook for the end of the year. Since it's my last year in Middle School (still can't get over that fact! =)) I want to remember every single thing about that. I know it's kind of early to think about it now, but whatever.
I'm also thinking of being a counsellor at the Summer Campus if it is possible. Yasmin wants to too.
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The first exam

I remember last year our first exam was history too. It was morning and the sun was shining. Many people were crowded in the hallway, chatting nervously. I was nervous too because it was the first exam I had in my life. I don't know why, but tight after the exam when we were allowed to go to the bathroom everybody went. Many girls, sixth, seventh and eighth graders, just stood there talking. Later, Franny gave me a note from Peter that I no longer have. Then we were called to class and I don't remember what happened next.
This year it's different. The rain outside gives you the feeling of afternoon and not morning. Of course there are people in hallway, but the atmosphere is different. There isn't a huge line to the bathroom and the only people there are 7th graders. We laugh with Franny and Jack during the revision period. None of us actually know what we're doing. We should be studying, but all these names and dates to remember just seem funny to us.
The exam starts. I quickly look through it and find a huge text on one of the pages. That just gets me nervous, but when I find out that many questions are multiple-choice I calm down again. I like those types of questions because at least you can guess.
I take out my lucky pin that I brought with me last year. It's a shiny bee with silver wings and a golden body. Suddenly I think of 6th grade again, I think about all my friends that left. I wish they were here with me. Katja, Peter... Even Tess, Liinu and Ali. And maybe even Raul. There's something about these people that left that no one else can replace.
Anyways, the exam went well. It wasn't easy and it wasn't hard. There were some bits I struggled with, but some were very easy. It was nothing like the exam we had last year, but it doesn't mean it was worse than that.
Tomorrow it's our English exam. So wish me good luck!

My heart, my soul

I read my blog since the begging again. My hands getting wetter and wetter after every entury.
Summer. That's my skype name now. I miss it more than anything else. I have a feeling that it's never going to be that great again. Why am I the only one who misses summer? I wish I had a time machine, so I could go back in time and feel the sea breeze again, so I could hug Snezhana, so I could travel to Kolasin. So I could listen to romances at night, look at the shining sea and cry to myself. Summer. I can't believe it will never be the same. NEVER!!! NE-VER E-VER E-VER!!! Why does it have to be so hard?
Katja. Will she ever hear me? I know that she will never be my friend again. We would never be in the same class again and draw "secrets" about teachers. NEVER!!! NEVER!!!
Peter. I don't even know if I would ever see him again. People are still asking me if I love him. Some people are just officially gf and bf but never talk to each other. They "date" they "go out together". I don't even know what's it's like. And there's another NEVER!!!
What is happening to me?
I can see my heart beating... Keybord soaked... Speechless...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDQGeuSH8KE&feature=results_main&playnext=1&list=PL4E890CC41A3BEDBF

What should the title be?

My ipod is working again! (Yes, Peter. Not anymore.)
Some happy faces now :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)

I feel lonely.
I took out our 6th grade class photo and wrote the names of everyone on a piece of paper. How many people are lost in my memory. I want to talk to all these people from the past. I want it to be 6th grade again.
I remember how my relatives used to tell me that people change, make friends with their enemies, become enemies of your best friends. I always replied that I will always be Katja's friend. That even if she leaves we will go to the movies together, skype each other every single day. I was sure we would be friends when we grow up and go to university.
What now?