Showing posts with label video. Show all posts
Showing posts with label video. Show all posts
28 Apr 2013
26 Mar 2013
26th of March 2013
IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Instead of writing I made quite a long video about how I celebrated it!
Instead of writing I made quite a long video about how I celebrated it!
24 Mar 2013
Lip Dub time!!!
Friday was a very fun day, as usual. In CSL we were talking about drugs and Yasmin and I made Emma say "Viagra makes you horny".
Art was the worst and the best class at the same time. I didn't do anything and Sonyasmin spent more than 50% of her time in the bathroom. We managed to escape. Well, not really. We asked to go to our lockers to get our art supplies. I made a video about it, but due to what we have said in that video I can't put it up. Later, I found strawberries in my bag and we ate them. Omnomnom!
After school Yasmin and I decided to make a lip dub to "the indian nipple song". We only managed to film the introduction, but it was still very fun to make. The best thing was that we tried to turn my purple scarf into something that looks like a sari. We failed...
After Simply Theatre I went to Yasmin's house. The next day we climbed trees and saw many friendly cats. Here's a video about it.
-skip to 15:43 to listen to a very intelligent discussion about the applied and the literal meaning of the word "namaste"
-skip to 02:01 to see a friendly cat
-skip to 13:31 to see some weirdows dancing in slow motion
-skip to 06:42 to see the tree
4 Mar 2013
Tears
I don't know who's going to be reading this. I have too much in me now and I can't keep it that way. I have to express it somehow.
Sunday was a beautiful day. The wind was cold, but overall the weather was great.
Mum, Dad and me went to the lake. It was so great two have both of them close to me. I would get the feeling of having a perfect family again. All of us got along so well. We would talk, laugh and discuss things.
After walking along the right side of the lake, we took a boat and crossed to the opposite one. We decided to go to a restaurant in the city centre.
I was very happy.
All of a sudden Mum and Dad started arguing. I don't even know how it started. We were just talking peacefully and it just happened... I didn't want to be involved so I plugged my earphones in and stated listening to Vocaloid. I made the music so loud I couldn't hear anything else.
The song I was listening to ('Last night, good night' by Kaito) ended, I brought my eyes up and saw mum shouting at dad. She got up and left. She was calling for me, but I didn't know what to do. My mouth was open and I took my earphones out.
Dad and I were walking home. Mum was infront of us as if we were not related. It was windy, but I didn't even zip my jacket up. I didn't feel the cold. I felt like the only person in the world.
I was happy to be home. I was looking forward to showing Dad Joe Hisaishi's music, but I didn't have the opportunity to. As soon as we got home, he packed his stuff and shut the front door behind him. I opened it and stood there looking at him, not knowing what to do. Mum ran out and tried opening the elevator door (at our house the elevator has a door with a handle), but it was too late. She put her boots on and ran outside.
I dropped onto my bed and allowed myself to take a deep breath. I let out a loud cry from the deep of my soul. I couldn't understand what was going on with me. My upper lip was shaking and vibrating. I could not know wheather I had sweat or tears on my face. My cries were echoing in the empty appartment.
I sat up and put my arms around my legs. It might have been 5 mins, but to me the moment lasted for ages. I knew that he was never coming back.
I was right.
The door bell rang and I saw Mum at the door. She told me that she was running after him till the end of the street, begging him to stay.
I spent the rest of the evening downloading and listening to music. Mum was crying in her bed.
This morning I did't feel like doing sports. The coaches got mad at me and accused me for not checking my schedule and stuff..... I told them that I couldn't do it. They got even angrier and started talking about me in third person as if I was no where around. If they have the authority, the shouldn't be rude.
In English class, I was very thankful that Miss Manchala let me write the essay for tomorrow, but that's a different story.
When I came home I started doing my English work right away. In two hours I've only done 200 words. None of it made sense because I would always get distracted. At the end, my dad called me on skype. I got very sad and started crying again. I did not finish it...
Sunday was a beautiful day. The wind was cold, but overall the weather was great.
Mum, Dad and me went to the lake. It was so great two have both of them close to me. I would get the feeling of having a perfect family again. All of us got along so well. We would talk, laugh and discuss things.
After walking along the right side of the lake, we took a boat and crossed to the opposite one. We decided to go to a restaurant in the city centre.
I was very happy.
All of a sudden Mum and Dad started arguing. I don't even know how it started. We were just talking peacefully and it just happened... I didn't want to be involved so I plugged my earphones in and stated listening to Vocaloid. I made the music so loud I couldn't hear anything else.
The song I was listening to ('Last night, good night' by Kaito) ended, I brought my eyes up and saw mum shouting at dad. She got up and left. She was calling for me, but I didn't know what to do. My mouth was open and I took my earphones out.
Dad and I were walking home. Mum was infront of us as if we were not related. It was windy, but I didn't even zip my jacket up. I didn't feel the cold. I felt like the only person in the world.
I was happy to be home. I was looking forward to showing Dad Joe Hisaishi's music, but I didn't have the opportunity to. As soon as we got home, he packed his stuff and shut the front door behind him. I opened it and stood there looking at him, not knowing what to do. Mum ran out and tried opening the elevator door (at our house the elevator has a door with a handle), but it was too late. She put her boots on and ran outside.
I dropped onto my bed and allowed myself to take a deep breath. I let out a loud cry from the deep of my soul. I couldn't understand what was going on with me. My upper lip was shaking and vibrating. I could not know wheather I had sweat or tears on my face. My cries were echoing in the empty appartment.
I sat up and put my arms around my legs. It might have been 5 mins, but to me the moment lasted for ages. I knew that he was never coming back.
I was right.
The door bell rang and I saw Mum at the door. She told me that she was running after him till the end of the street, begging him to stay.
I spent the rest of the evening downloading and listening to music. Mum was crying in her bed.
This morning I did't feel like doing sports. The coaches got mad at me and accused me for not checking my schedule and stuff..... I told them that I couldn't do it. They got even angrier and started talking about me in third person as if I was no where around. If they have the authority, the shouldn't be rude.
In English class, I was very thankful that Miss Manchala let me write the essay for tomorrow, but that's a different story.
When I came home I started doing my English work right away. In two hours I've only done 200 words. None of it made sense because I would always get distracted. At the end, my dad called me on skype. I got very sad and started crying again. I did not finish it...
2 Dec 2012
Music
Whenever I listen to music I can feel it with every fibre of my body. It makes me think of my life. My past and my future, transforming into the story of my present. The effort the composer put in to it... The effort their soul put in to it... The way they reflected their feelings, wrote it, felt it... Music makes me shiver... I can feel it...
I think about my past. Not even the past of my own life. The past of the life I had before I was born. My soul's previous life. The world it has lived in before. The land of beautiful nature and peace. The life every human dreams of. The land of endless restleness.
I think about my past. Not even the past of my own life. The past of the life I had before I was born. My soul's previous life. The world it has lived in before. The land of beautiful nature and peace. The life every human dreams of. The land of endless restleness.
27 Aug 2012
SUMMER!!!!!!
Tomorrow is going to be another school day. Another boring school day just like two months ago when I left for vacation. I didn't know what was waiting for me, but now I do and I wish I had more time. This is how it started:
My relatives were waiting for me at the airport. Excited, we drove to the datcha where the others were waiting for us. Dasha, Vasyok's 12-year-old cousin and her friend Sonya were also there. This is the video I made when I came there:
Sadly Sonya left the next day, but we still had fun all together. The three of us watched Brave at the cinema. It was really scary and my cousin and I screamed all the way through. We also visited the zoo...
But soon it was time to go to Montenegro. Since the next day after the day of our arrival was my dad's birthday, he took me straight to Kolasin where we celebrated it.
Celebration time!
After that my dad and I went to Krucha where I got sick. I had a terrible cold.
But after two weeks I had to go back to Moscow. In Moscow I spent three nights at my dacha.
My relatives were waiting for me at the airport. Excited, we drove to the datcha where the others were waiting for us. Dasha, Vasyok's 12-year-old cousin and her friend Sonya were also there. This is the video I made when I came there:
Cute owl!!!
...And Kolomenskoye.
Montenegro is beautiful!
We played with LEGO!!!
And then...
I made cookies!!! (shaped as cats and stuff)
Chalk drawings at the cellar!!!
The Lenin room (ok! There was a room with a huge picture of Lenin and other stuff to do with him. Random...)
We went to a park
That's the place where Matt was dancing when he went to Moscow.
My aunt's cat, Lemur (it's a girl), is so cute!!!
I found her sleeping like this the night before I left
And I had to leave. *sniff sniff* Bye-bye, Summer...
8 Jun 2012
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