*Point to the Link's section.*
Read the travel plans.
*Goes back to packing. *

Alassëa Hristomerendë! Alassëa Vinyarië!

Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Seasons Greeting! Brilliant Winter Solstice! Stunning Summer Solstice!




Alassëa Hristomerendë! Alassëa Vinyarië! С Рождеством Христовым и С Наступающим Новым Годом! Joyeux Noël! Glæd Geol and Gesælig Niw Gear! Nollaig shona duit! Beannachtaí na Nollag! Buon Natale! Fröhliche Weihnachten!





Feliz Navidad! 聖誕快樂 新年快樂! शुभ क्रिसमस! Natale Hilare! Meri Kirihimete! A Blythe Yule an a Guid Hogmanay! Nadolig llawen! สุขสันต์วันคริสต์มาส และสวัสดีปีใหม่! Gëzuar Krishtlindjet! Cestit Bozic! Честита Коледа!



聖誕節同新年快樂! Sretan Božić! Veselé Vánoce! Glædelig Jul! Prettige kerstdagen! Rõõmsaid Jõule! Καλά Χριστούγεννα! 메리 크리스마스 잘 지내고 새해 복 많이 받으세요! Среќен Божик! Христос се роди! Веселого Різдва!



Quenya, Russian, French, Old English, Irish (Gaelic), Italian, German. ***Spanish, Mandarin, Hindi, Latin, Māori, Scotish, Welsh, Thai, Albanian, Bosnian, Bulgarian.*** Cantonese, Croatian, Czech, Danish, Dutch, Estonian, Greek, Korean, Macedonian, Serbian, Ukranian.

My First Australian Barbecue

One of my mums colleagues decided to hold a barbecue. We went. Not a lot of people mum knew were there. I assumed that barbecue are nicer when it is people who you know rather than mums colleagues and mums colleagues neighbours. So I kind-off sat a bit away and listened to my music, and regretted not bringing a book.

And then I met a fellow book-lover Rebecca.

And I shall write more later. It's too late now.

Appeal

An Appeal for people in the E-class.

1. As I will be a couple of days late in the beginning of year 10, I'll need someone to give me the timetable through email/blog. I'm willing to bribe in dried apricots/chocolate.
2. Emm, on average, I'd like to know the marks you got in the report, in general. Like the ratio of A/B/C. (A being end of year 10, B being middle of year 10, C being end of year 9) My one is :A=7/B=9/C=3 and I was wondering just how average that is?

Also, for those of you wanting an unconventional Christmas.

Update

Reviewed the following books: On What Ground by Cleo Coyle, Eragon by Christopher Paolini, Eldest by Christopher Paolini, Права и обязанности by Карина Пьянкова, Red Dragon by Thomas Harris, A Cage of Butterflies by Brian Caswell.

Am Planning to Review: Harry a History by Melissa Anelli, The Tales of Beedle the Bard by by J. K. Rowling, Vera by Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Ernest by Oscar Wilde.

Continued to update and upload the photographs.

Writting Part 2 of My Trip of a Lifetime.

Got my immunization that I missed. Ow.

Posted 25 cards.

Am taking recommendations for my holiday reading list.

So far my plans include (probably): Oscar Wilde, The reread of Harry Potter Series (maybe),The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, Another Fine Myth (Myth Adventures, Book 1) by Robert Lynn Asprin, Titus Groan (Gormenghast Trilogy, 1) by Mervyn Peake, In the Lake of the Woods by Tim O'Brien, The Last Sherlock Holmes Story

by Michael Dibdin, Ratking by Michael Dibdin, Philip K Dick.

Joe, historical books wanted, needed and desired.

One Word: BLACKADDER

Photo Exchange From the Trip

Note: I can't reach the following people: Sarah C, the person with the email of: italian_ ??? _ racer, Emily M, Olivia. Please if anyone has a way of contacting them forward the email.

If you haven't received an email from me, here is how it goes. The easiest way to exchange the photograph is to put them up on the Internet and keep the links to them here. There are several sites that allow you to upload photographs:
picasaweb.google.com
flickr.com
www.deviantart.com
Are some of them (of can suggest more please do and I shall add them to this list). Unfortunately most sites require you to register, if you're dead set against it I don't mind putting up some of your photographs on my accounts.

Links:
Alex's Photographs: here, here and here (all still unfinished)
Jason's Photographs
Joe's Photographs
Eric's Photographs
Rita's Photographs
Lauren's Photographs

A Trip of a Lifetime ( to Tasmania) Part 1.

Do sit down, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is going to take a while. The last time I told this story it took me an hour and half of speaking: which is really why you're getting the written down version. My voice, unfortunately decided to go horse after retelling the story two times.

The story begins not so long ago (just over a week really) and not so far away (it is on earth after all). It begins last Sunday at 4:10 in the morning. I do believe that was the time I was woken up. I don't remember a lot of what happened in the next hour or so (do note the time). I arrived outside my school at 5:18 and the bus was already there - as were most of the fellow travelers).

Cue a panic attack, I forgotten (totally) my library card which I required as ID to get on the plane. No sooner than Ms. Lee calmed me down, she mentioned that the "cards were just in case our names were spelled wrong". Well if you known me a while you'd know that my name is never spelled correctly. The last official letter I received - which was because I missed a school immunization- stated that my name was Yale Bogdanovh, I feel pretty safe putting that up on the Internet due to the fact that it is very very far from my name. So returning to topic. Please cue a second panic attack.

The ride to the airport was in-eventful (somehow we managed to avoid all unlikely traffic jams) So instead of telling you about it, let me introduce the main characters of the story to you:

If you're actually know who's blog it is, you require no picture, thank you very much. If you haven't seen me for about a year: My hair has grown longer and has a slightly reddish hue to it at the moment, and I've grown a couple of cm, but that's it.

This is Amy. She's currently in my class and the whole trip we mostly stuck together.

This is Rita. She's in my class next year and this year she was in Environmental Studies with me. She will also appear through out the story.

This is Sarah. She's also in my class next year. She'll appear once or twice in the story, she's with Eric: but that's their business.

I don't actually have a non fuzzy photograph of Eric, and all the fuzzy photographs I haven't uploaded to my photo album yet, so a link to his picture will appear a while later. He's also in my class next year.

This is Burnie or Mitchell. He'll creep up here in there in the story, there's a town in Tasmania called Burnie which we didn't visit but saw directions a couple of times. He's also in my class next year.

This is Joe. Posing. He's a friend (and no you can't have him!). He's also in my class next year, he'll also appear here and there in the story.

This is Matt. In the centre of the photograph. He lent me a sleeping bag and he's in my class next year (and that pretty much summarizes his involvement in the story.)

This is Jason. He's very useful when you're screaming, panicking or running about (mainly because of a ghost tour).

This is Ms. Lee. She's this year Head of Year, or Year Coordinator, and organized this trip for us. She'll crop up in the story.

And now my finger are tired of typing and my mind begins to wonder, so this is the end of part one.

I haven't read throught this either so there you go.

On the subject of...Visiting relatives.

Today, around midday my grand (or is it great?) uncle arrived at the airport in Melbourne. His flight was from San Francisca (where he stayed with other relatives) to Sydney to Melbourne.
This means that as soon as we came big fest. A lot of food, drink and laughter and talking. Russian style. So at the moment I believe I'm slightly drunk. One glass of champagne can do that to you if you're a light weight.

I probably will come when I'm more in my senses and edit this entry.

Amy W, don't worry I will email tonight or tomorrow, I am SO so glad to hear from you.

Lovely Dovely

Fresc.

Just General

It is 20:50 pm and the light's aren't out. I don't really know why I'm writing.... to avoid homework? Maybe. To feel normal, also maybe.... Who Knows?
The main problem so far with the Land of Oz isn't the poisonous snakes, numerous spiders or bathroom-dominating ants. No. It is the flies.
Really, here they are not only to big to actually logically fly they also seem to take to following me around. And let me tell you, it is not fun attempting to iron while a fly attacks you from above (and you think it's a spider a let out a scream.) In the end desperate measures had to be taken: I put a cake box over the fly.
I would also like to comment on Australian Spring. Today in P.E. we played cricket. Which is lovely really but by the end the sun was ready to fry me alive. It was only 20 C. However it seems that due to this dry heat, 20 degrees feel a Russian 30 degrees which I assure you is no fun.

Arent' they gorgeous?

That my friends is a dragon hatchlings I aquired, and aren't they gorgeous.

Happy Birthday To Me...

Happy Birthday To Me !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Data Apeal

My brillant Cleo2 (or simply powerbook g4 by apple) has officially died. On Monday, may ne be mourned.

With that death, I lost everything. Photographs, schoolwork, my writting, pctures, bookmarks, people's adress, EVERYTHING!!!

I am most worried about the fact that currently I have exactly two photographs of people from England, the photo's the gang gave me in the frame from the leaving party. So, anybody who has any photographs from Gelebelands, specially of the group behind the Art Rooms and 9/10 HBM would very very needed. Because I have nothing.

If you have any photograps etheir of people from Glebelands, or from just England (particulary the following places: Crangleigh, Guildford, Snowdon, Wales, Bath, Oxford, Juniper Hall, and the St.Nicks trip from yr 6) would be very welcome.

Also any documents of mine, no matter how lost are appreciated.

Thank you
In distress,
Fresco/Sasha

As I promised, at some point...

My Photo's Can Be Found At

Here!!!

The photo's are mine and I believe the copyright it also mine. So hands of!

Other than that, go and have a look.

My Birthday is coming up.. and well so, This is for my self.

I will repeat, this is for my self; because if this was a piece of paper I would lose it and if this was a word file I'll forget where I put it... Wish list.

Ok, A Hard Disk. Well because I just know at some point I will manage to break this old thing and I don't want to lose the incredible amount of stuff I've got on it.

A voice recorder

A stereo for my bedroom

A clock (preferably with an alarm)

A wireless thingy for my Powerbook G4 quite simply because it gets tiring to sit in the kitchen every single time I wish to use the net.

Then, 2 extra batteries for my camera (with charges) and some memory cards. Because I've got a school trip to Tasmania coming up and I do take way to many photos.

Then -Mud and Fallow will know why this - an English copy of Harry Potter -the 4th one, I truthfully at the moment can't remember what it's called-.

4th Season of House M.D. Just because.

Okay, give me some time.

Mark Robson's Darkweaver Series, because I remember liking them.

A really nice -with pictures, probably - edition of Alice in Wonderland and Alice in the Looking Glass.

A scanner.

Okay, let me log on and search Waterstones.

The Last Battle of the Icemark by Stuart Hill - MUD!!!!! You didn't tell me it was out. How could you!!!!!

Anything by Agatha Christie that has Poirot or Ms Marple excluding the following:

The Hollows

After the Funeral

The Third Girl

The Labors of Hercules

The third DVD of PotC, quite simply, because.

I think that's enough for now no?

That's a pretty long list no? Yet, well...

If anyone actually does use this list to get me a present (which is doubtful) maybe it would be good idea to actually say so it the comments in case two somebody decide to use this list.

Hmmmm.

Okay, now I need to remember that it's simply here...

On the subject of... Australian Winters in Melbourne

I never thought I say this but I can't wait till September. Not because it's my birthday, or because I miss seeing my friends but because: maybe...maybe it will get a bit warmer.

We have the heating on constantly (and it's very odd type of heating too, there are floor vents in every room and the heating blows warm air periodically through them.) Not that it's of any use. The whole place reminds me of the dratted trip to Cornwall were we stayed in a caravan, during winter holidays with no heating. Its like that. Only worse somehow.

I suspect that it's that way because, well it's Australia. Where are the parrots, and kangaroos and hot weather? Maybe that's it.

Or maybe it's because I'm constantly ill. You know not fully... but, under the weather I guess.

Or quite simply maybe it's the cold. The fact that I haven't felt warm for so long, the fact that even thought I'm wearing two jumpers and knitted socks I still can feel the cold. My hands and fingers and feet are still cold and numb.

All I want is a room somewhere,

Far away from the cold night air.

With one enormous chair,

Oh, wouldn't it be lovely.

Lot's of chocolate for me to eat.

Lot's of coal making lots of heat.

Warm face, warm hands, warm feet,

Oh, wouldn't it be lovely.

Hey from Me and Mud! and later Fallow!

Me Mud Fallow

We're having a phone thingy-mo-boby, I don't know what you're doing? I explain. Oh god! I'm not going to talk if you're going to putting it on the internet. But I'm going to do the same to Jenny! After. Without telling her? Maybe. That is evil. I'm going to put that. That is evil. So what, she would probably do same. No she wouldn't, she wouldn't put it on the internet. Because she doesn't know how, I don't know how. Pause. Wanna listen to mama mia?

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Thank's for waking me up! No problemo.

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Why don't you just record our conversation? Well, my darlng lttle wombat -I am so hight -not literally naturally-, good god - I can't type fast enough to follow this converstion properly, my idea is we do the same thing as in our...was it bonfire nigh sleepover when we recorded the stages of tidies or something any way we can do - Oh dear - same thing. Just record what have time to record. Well? Help, you need alot of help, an awfull lot of help! Why awfull? Because your babling and I know that I babble but I know I don't bable as bad as you. Okay, I'll talk slower, just on fall alsepp on me. Oh hell I'm not corecting -sigh - these mistakes to longer. So tell day, night. slept. Have you read my letter, have your got ajhasgfiraushgfvtqegrckvbytawznm. I GIVE UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To all, A Letter

I wrote a part of this letter a while back, I couldn’t end it as I wanted it to so I left it hanging for a while. Because if you ignore it, maybe it would go away, yeah? So here is that old written part:

To all,

My first view of Australia was beautiful and I may say so naïve, as the plane set the sun was rising. I can’t say we were able to get out quickly as there was a mix up with the bags and then there was the quarantine but all and all by the time we got to the sitting area, I was tired but euphoric and walking on clouds. We sat in a small –and slightly odd café – and had breakfast. I couldn’t eat much as I dislike flying but as I remember I was probably grinning like a fool.

Many of you who know me well know that I dislike relaxing for a very long time (being lazy is another matter) and I generally dislike the hot weather. Therefore after a long, hot, shaky, taxi ride all I wanted to do was to lie somewhere cool or have a cold shower. But that was not to be, when we arrived in the hotel of sorts ( well it was a whole house but all’n’all it was a hotel) we were told that our ‘house’ wasn’t ready and that we should “relax” and take a walk.

Well, we didn’t have much choice so we did. The café of sort was small but it had a back garden. As we’ve been flying and in and out of airports for the last 24 or more hours, I was dressed pretty warmly (it’s quite cold on the planes) and was boiling. It seems that we arrived during one of the most prominent heat waves, and the temperature was incredibly burning. To me usually it would be close to hell, but I was still slightly high from the flight.

When we were finally allowed into our rooms I slept. I slept till about 8 o’clock in the afternoon, Mum says she woke me up to tell me that they were going to the shops but I don’t remember it. I slept through the night as well although more lightly, resting. As you can probably tell because of this, I switched the time zones easily. To me that was surprising as when I fly to Russia (the difference from UK is three hours.) I have a impossible time adjusting, here however it only took one day. I think it might be because the time difference is that drastic, it does of course help that I’m pretty young, it took Mum and Andrew about a week to adjust.

We expected to find a house quickly as you can find so many on the internet, but wrong we were. Not only to apply for a house you had to view it first but also the competition was too big. With the Easter break coming up we didn’t have a chance to even look at the houses and much less apply or get one.
After the holidays we had better luck, one of the house’s we looked at was perfect. It was furnished (which is rare in these parts –suburbs- as the house’s are only furnished in the centre.) relatively big and neutral. Yes, neutral is the word to describe it, it had very little character, but it was furnished and while impersonal it would do very nicely. I am still amazed that we managed to get the house, because the competition should have been fierce. My only guess is that the owner wanted someone respectable to rent the house rather that some students (who are the likelier candidates).
We settled in pretty quickly falling into a routine, I was yet to find a school, and Andrew was still working for MSSL from home but the house slowly became a home. Not all of our stuff is here yet ( it should arrive- the boxes that we send by boat – the SAT’S Tuesday) so the house is still pretty empty.

We looked around for school, but the governments ones are few and far in between. The one nearest to my home was one of the worst in the city so we decided to apply first to a good one but one which was a fair distance from us. Surprisingly, I was accepted, although they didn’t really have any places. (Here the average class is 24 pupils).

My first day was terrifying as you can probably guess. In Glebelands I knew at least a few people and every one was new as well, and when I went to St Nicks, well I didn’t speak a word of English so I wasn’t required to make conversation. Here the schooling system is different (and I still only know a small part of it) a there is no collage but 12 years at school. Everybody also starts a year older in his or her first year compared to England. In year 9, you have 4 terms and two semesters (2 term each). You get to chouse two per semester electives of which you get 3 lessons a week each. Most of them are full but I was lucky to get the once that I wanted for the first semester (which was all ready half way finished) I’ll tell you about the second semester later.

For the first I’m doing IT (Information Technology), which is pretty cool and we should be starting robotics soon. I like the atmosphere of the class, there is only four girls in it (including me) so in the double lesson the last 15 minutes everybody is allowed to play games or use the Internet. The boys play some sort of war game and it’s quite interesting to listen to their commentary. (I just play solitaire).

My other selective for now is Maths: Strategy. I know it isn’t doesn’t sound that….fascinating. But in the lesson where the tests consist of chess moves and time is spent in a curios mix of war tactic, game strategies, and political moves. It’s fun. To me, it’s fun.

For next semester I will be doing, Philosophy and hopefully (the lesson is full) Urban Art, if not then only Environmental Studies isn’t full.

The school compared to Glebelands is huge (there are 6 mixed classes in my year, and 2 full boys classes) it has more land and is more spread out. It can take up to 5 minutes to walk from the Art classroom to the IT classroom. I’m also getting lost quite frequently which isn’t that nice.

I miss HBM, I do. On the whole in my memories (which are viewed in pink tinted glasses, after all distance only makes them sweeter –or how does the saying go?) HBM’s were fairly friendly with themselves. If that makes any sense.

What I mean, if I just came and was new, Amy and Zoë would introduce me to every single teacher, with “ This is …. She is new and just moved……” and here I’m not sure if half of the class knows who I am. Or cares to know for that matter. It disconcerting, that no one seems to talk to others outside of their group.

I’ve made a few friends, none of them close yet, but then again it’s only been a short while.

As for the city, it’s odd. London, is big with skyscrapers and apartment buildings. Melbourne however, resembles a city only in the centre, the rest of it are small communities that are literally villages. When we decided to move I was glad, I missed living in the city, in a flat. Missed constant noise and crowds of people who couldn’t care less about you. Missed the feeling that you’re invisible, missed the fact that you can go to theater and ballet. And the fact that if you take a 30 minutes ride in the underground you can go to the constant art fair. Hell, I even missed the underground, (although London’ maybe one of the first, St.Petersburg’s is one of the grander) missed the old statues of long dead poets with flowers laying before them. Missed the tiled and stone walls, the unique chandeliers; the murals of the underground. I expected to gain it here.

I unfortunately did not. To get to the centre, I have a five minute walk to the train station, from there it’s a 20 minutes ride. They don’t have the underground or the metro here, they have a train service that sometimes ventures underground. It’s not the same. I then usually get of at Flinders Street. You don’t have to, you can sit on the train and wait for it to do the Central Loop and get of at Melbourne Central (then you can topple of to the Victoria Market).

Flinders Street. It right near the embankment (the river is Yarra) and the new Art/Museum Centre. In a five minute walk you have a park (which has parrots, I’ve seen them!) and a couple of galleries. There is also the City Library near by (note NOT the State Library, that will come later in my tale – note: or not.). It’s nice, I enjoy walking among the crowds, with nobody noticing or even knowing I’m there. It’s nice to become invisible for a while, to sit near the river side on a bench and attempts to write –to Becca - while a failing street performer attempt to get a crowd. There is a bridge a little further down that contain immigration information from a few years back (how many, Indians or English or French). I was surprised to find out that there were more Russians (descendant or otherwise) that the Welsh in Victoria (the county in which I live in, I guess.)

I live in Ivanhoe, it’s a village within/round the city. I should probably explore it more, but then when I was in Cranleigh the first year I only knew the way to school. So currently I pretty much know the way to the library, the local super market and…

And there I’ve got stuck. So now I carry on:

I know the people at school a bit better: I fitted in with the group of misfits that can be called the Colony (who Becca nicknamed Fibonacci’s) here I will attempt to introduce you to them and let you have a taste of their personalities:
There are two leaders: Amy and Grace.

Amy is -a half Chinese, half Vietnamese- Australian who has short black hair with red, and bleached highlights. She’s is taller than me (well I think pretty much everybody is but Joe). She has a loud personality and is very accepting of everybody, and likes to chat. The only lesson she seems to like is Art although she is good at both Maths and English, and she isn’t sure what she wants to be but she seems to like the idea of Architecture.

Grace is half Pilipino – moi thing - and has shoulder length hair. Compared to Amy she’s not very open, and barely talked to me my first week here. We’re better now. Just last week we missed assembly (we have them rarely) because we spend the time sitting in the corridor talking about who would win in a fight, Dumbledore or Gandalf (or Yoda), then we talked about what a shame it was that Boromir had such a small role. Then we discussed that in the Hobbit (the movie) Legolas had to be younger and considered the possibility of a young, teenage, punk and rebel elf. Sitting on a tree and shouting abuse and shooting stones at Gandalf and the dwarfs/hobbit. And then there was the fact that Legolas is generally over-liked compared to Aragon…. So yeah, we missed assembly and the first part of Maths.

Dalvin, is from Malasia and just moved here this year. She wishes to be a doctor, but I don’t think for money, mainly just to help people. She is a bit like me, she feels guilty in class if she doesn’t listen. A couple of weeks ago she took some photo’s of the group but I think I’ll rather take my own to show you.

Caddy (or Cadence) is doing a TAFE course next semester on childcare. She’s going to leave school next year. She’s full Australian, her dad is in the Army so she travels a lot. She moved to Melbourne only this year as well.

I found out I’ll be doing Environmental studies next semester. Semester.. maybe I should explain, here the school year begins with the real year, in January and end in December. There are four terms and two semesters, each semester has two terms in it. Currently I’m having my two weeks Winter holiday, we’re not quite sure where are we gonna go yet, so yeah….. Here let me show you some of the places I’ve already been to on the weekends:

The first time we went someone it was with a friend who was at my mum’s wedding (first, well and only) and his old professor, we went to a place called Arthur’s Seat. It’s a mountain thing. That were I first saw what I though was a kangaroo, but the professor guy said it was a wallaby.

The same day we went to the coast twice. One time to Cape Schanck which was rock’s and wild sea. I loved it there. It was untamed, wild, and beautiful in that way. Another time on a people beach on the way home. Note to others: It is a bad idea to walk bare footed, in the sand and sea on an Autumn/Winter Sunset in Australia. No matter how romantic it sounds. Note to self: Gain some brain cells, buy some cold medicine.

The next time, we went on our own, Mum, Andrew and I. We went to a mountain called Dandenong. Getting there was a fright as the path to the top was thin, windy, and very dangerous. But it was so worth it. The tree’s were eucalyptus, high a building, with their bark resembling vines. The whole place was just as I imagined the rainforest to be. But slightly calmer, not as alive maybe. To me it resembled a cross between as what I imagined a Canadian Forest and a Rain Forest. The whole place, and fresh air made me impossibly high.

Then I think this weekend we went to, well, someplace, which gave me the creeps – it was high – with a waterfall. Well the creep are because I was scared of height but otherwise the whole place was nicely serene.

A few day’s ago (July 2nd ) it was my mum’s birthday. We went to the Fitzroy gardens – after I made pancakes – and saw the Cook’s Cottage (As understand he ‘discovered’ Australia and was eaten by Aboriginals in Papa New Guinea) and the Fairy Tree and the River God Fountain. Then we went to the Melbourne Museum, and saw the inside/outside garden and Mind/Body exhibition (it was highly disturbing, and well I’m glad we didn’t stay long) I also saw a snake skeleton. Now that was cool, the snake actually had a spine with a constant (?) ribcage. There was also a skeleton of a small bird. It was soooo delicate. Hmmmmm….Right.

Then we went to see the Melbourne Story (it was in the Museum) which was pretty cool, I never knew there were so many different Aboriginal tribes.

Then we moved to a (lightly posh but mainly expensive) Japanese Restaurant. Which is fine if you like Japanese food but… Anyway I had: Salmon Sushi (times 2), Some deep fired veggies + fish and pawns. Then for desert I had Japanese Snowballs. Now that’s all fine if you like bland food, dipped in soy souse, but I don’t. So now I know to avoid Japanese food unless I’m eating it with someone who knows what they’re talking –eating?- about. But I liked the Snowballs wouldn’t mind having some now.

Other than that, I’ve kinda got a job. If I do the dishes and all of the cleaning around the house, I would get paid. That’s cool, ‘cept I have to wash the dishes twice a day by hand. I should consider getting gloves.

Also, don’t expect me to answer all the reply’s (yep, I’m being optimistic, so what?) quickly, as it’s my winter holidays and as silly it is to say I’m busier than ever.

Also, I don’t have everybody’s birthday, so if you want me to celebrate it – mention it!

I’m also trying to organize a photo album with google but until then I’ll attempt posting on my website. For those unknowing it is: http://at-spes-non-fracta.blogspot.com/

Love to all, and all to Love.
Sasha Bogdanova

Birthday Mentions:

Ben Howland –I’m sure I was there but just to make sure!

David Wright – I gave you your birthday present. Unoriginal I know. But….

Laura Amies – Hopefully you liked the earrings!

Leo – Amazingly I knew your birthday! Yeay! Happy Birthday.

Rowan – Knew you birthday as well. Not surprising. As for your wish in my leaving book: Saw a couple but none to meet your description. Shame. Happy Birthday!!!

Tony – Becca give my all to Tony!

Rory – Happy Birthday!

Ann – Jen-Jens! Give her my love and my best wishes.

HENRY JAMES CHURCH – YOU WERE BORN. AND IT SEEMS YOU’RE PERFECT.

N-J – Hope you enjoyed it!

Rosie – I promised!

Zoë – Shame I can’t give you a hug! Happy Birthday!

Ashley (and Charli I think) – ‘m not sure. But yeah, Crash, you rock!

Beth- Becca, to you again. I’m sorry I missed it. Hope you enjoyed the swimming party!

And a bit early: Ami! Happy Birthday, hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry I’m missing it.

Other Notices:

Charly: Give me time to catch my Virtual Breath and then you shall have a tale worth of Shakespeare.

Leaving... Tomorow.

I am metting my J and my B today for the last time. What am I going to do?
Woke up in pain, headache, I suspect a migrane as moving hurt more, and sound and light irratated it.
Flying tomorow with Singapour airlines.
What will I do without Fallow and Mud?

Oh hell knows, wish me luck whoever isn't reading this (as, as far as I know no one is...)

Their Fresco

Sasha

Flying

Flying on Wednesday.
I've cried.
It is slowly setting in.
I dislike having very little to no control over my emotions.
Tomorrow going to London, not sure I'm going to handle it.

Reviews...

The gadget: Axiotron Modbook

Those of you who haven't heard of it (which I suspect is the majority) will do so now. Essentially is is an apple laptop, but instead of a screen it has an interactive pad for artists. I personally think it is immensely... well cool I guess doesn't describe it in it's full capacity. I have used artist pads before and have concluded that paper is much easier on the hand-eye coordination. However I suspect using this application would be just like using paper but also with the extra bits that come with art programs on computer.
The Book: Don't You Know Who I Am? by Piers Morgan

What can I say? I enjoyed reading it ( I wouldn't have finished it otherwise.) But 'why' is the question I can't answer. I guess the fact that his career was based on the fact he did what he loved (what I love) and succeeded, needs some recognition. The fact that he made a career-in the time period of the book- out of being popular and no other talent, intrigues me; while a part of my brain disregards it as impossible. The fact that in England -a country obsessed more that any other I know (but maybe America) with popularity,- he isn't even famous, he is relatively unknown to the general public in the time he describes in the book. It is the celebrities that know him, fear him, hate him. The story doesn't have plot or any meaning but it is fascinating in it's own right. You get to know his personal writing style rather intimately. It all adds to the heady mix. I think the only reason I didn't stop reading at the lack of plot is because the book portrays a dream world -one way or another- of the general public. Mix that dream land with the slightly smug yet self depicting tone of the whole book and the interestingly distance - but not frigid- tone and you get the best seller it is now.

The writing style I like a lot, I like it because it holds a fascination for me, diary I can do, but diary to the public? The whole point of what is written is the audience, and of the top of my head I can't think of any other publication that is a book and it's sole point it's the audience. A textbook is to inform, a magazine is to entertain, but in this I do not know the point. It is written like a diary, yet it is written for the audience. And I as the said audience enjoyed it, - but as I said above I can't think of a reason - what I wish to know is how do you obtain such a talent: to know what the audience wants before the audience it -or her-self. Experience? Talent? Muse? Luck?

The Series: New Tricks

I wont give to much away, but I'm not to sure how to describe it. The police opens a new department: UCOS which stands for Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad. The head is Sandra Pullman who became disrespected and a general scapegoat for the police since an incident involving a dog and a pistol. She is to hire retired police officers to solve such old cases.

She hires 3:

Jack, who is relatively normal for the fact that his wife Mary died in a car crash and he often talks to her grave in his back garden.

Jerry, who has 3 ex-wife's and a daughter from each of them. Other than that he has many useful concession and a general disregard to the rules (but then again, so do Jack and Brian)

Brian, is a genius when it come to memory and can remember all of police officers records. He can be scary when without medication.

All in all most of the hour long episodes are funny and contain an edge of danger, they all have a good plot but also work well as a wind down after a bad day. I can say anything else to it. If you wish to watch the first/pilot episode:

This is the pilot but I'm not sure how well it will work

This is the first episode and it will work

Both may take a while to work properly. But seriously if you like it I would recommend buying it (I'm personally planning on asking it for my birthday/Easter)

Love Sasha

Trip to London, Point: to see Tutankhamen, Conclusion:Failed, Part 4

So anyway we arrived at the O2, had our lunch (ie, had pizza) and went in to the exhibition around 3: 30. Now the only people in the queue where either french school children or old grannies, OK there was a few exceptions like us and it was a week day but really? Is nobody else bothered enough or even interested?

They had set up twelve galleries, and the atmosphere was very well planned through. There was no proper lighting ( spotlights were provided for the items) and they had of what they think now is ancient Egyptian music. (Mum and I had a talk about this, how do they know what was Egyptian music like back then, the note's and key's weren't invented back then, so for all we know maybe they liked rock... Anyway) The disappointment was that you met all of his family for the first 6 galleries and the rest wont so good. 2 out of the 6 were just info on the wall, and the rest gave very little about the Boy King. Don't be fooled by advertisement the only thing that was brang of him (so none of his coffins - I'm not sure what they are in English- and he had 4 and none of the coffin coverings and he had 7, not even his mummy) was the small coffin like box that once upon a time contained his liver.

What really amazed me was, that although every thing looks gold it's not, most items in the gallery was wood painted with gold. What I like to know is how the wood survived for so long.

Generally, while I enjoined the exhibition, it hardly did what it 'said on the tin'. While I learned something new - like not all Pharaohs were in pyramids most of them were put into crypts- the general feeling of the exhibition for me was violated. I felt so sorry for the poor boy: his resting place disturbed, his possessions removed, his body moved and scanned, his religion and beliefs disrespected.
And while I enjoyed the exhibition, it was truly disguising to what lenght they went for their history.

Love
Sasha



PS. I probably made quite a few mistakes above so feel free to tell me, I'm just so tired..... to edit it right now.

Trip to London, Point: to see Tutankhamen, Conclusion:Failed, Part 3

Shiny!

A dirty poster begging for cleaner water.

A punk Hedgehog with yellow needles - as witnessed by the modern artists - magnified for your viewing pleasure.

I think that may be a cross section of a ship...

Now this is the Hedgehog of to go to the supermarket and getting melted by the sun.

What type of -there might be children reading this who are less educated in the current culture than I am - do I come up with?

Trip to London, Point: to see Tutankhamen, Conclusion:Failed, Part 2

Odd Looking Building.

Emmm, a ship?

Another odd, modern looking building.

Tower Bridge

London Tower

No that's not New York...

Self explanatory, no?

Trip to London, Point: to see Tutankhamen, Conclusion:Failed

If your planning on seeing the Egyptian exhibition in the O2 red and reread the description carefully so you wont be disappointed like Mum and I was.

We took a train to London, walked on the sea front near the London Eye and Waterloo and then took a boat (not a tourist one, something Express it was very cheap to, with the day traveling card it was 3 pounds 90 penny's (how do you write the modern word? peis?) for an adult and a child one way to North Greenwich, the O2 stop.) Here some of the pictures I took of yesterday (I can seem to get the Google Album to work, oh well) and the continue of the story should be under them.That's the Tate Modern building that used to be an old factory.

The top of St.Paul's Cathedral.The Globe Theatre.


Underside of London Bridge.

Approaching Tower Bridge.

Not sure how many photo's a post can take so I'll end this one and start another one.

On the Subject of...Science.

And I don't mean the science that we do at school but the science at an laboratory like MSSL. Now MSSL belongs to UCL (Univercity Colage London) and the letters stand for Mullard Space Science Laboratory. Now my mum and Andrew work there that is where I am now going instead of school to help them pack all their belonging before we leave.
Now imagine this picture, you are going to your mothers leaving lunch and you see a scientist, you know the proper the one's who don't sit at the computers but do physical work. In a white lab coat. Washing his car. At his place of work, using a bucket sponge and a hose pipe (to where he attached it I have no clue.)
In a way I believe mum is right. MSSL is not a job, it's a life style. There is four people working in her office. One of them - now this is a he - has an origami calender and pictures of him on quite a few roller coaster. The other -she - has a marble run thingy system on her filling cabinet. So this gives us the statistic: 2 out of 4 scientist haven't left childhood.
No that's unfair but moving on to the more important news. I doubt I'll be able to use the Internet for the next month or so, so there is a chance I'll have some guest speaker on here to do that for me. Have no fear.... I am saying that just to know how many people know that I am on here as I forgot to give this to my class, so the people right now possessing this knowledge are: R, and Westlake, Charlotte (the one who draws the sweet cuboid fluffy things), and two teacher one of which hasn't been at school yet (as far as moi goes).
Other than that I've been having some theories, I'll write the shorter one down now....
To the Truly English people our there...Can you ask the guest at your wedding just to bring money? I mean I know all about the list and all that rot but just cash..money...vouchers? I do have a base on my theory, a family friend is from India and he's marring, around now and he has about 1 000 (that's thousand for those of you who hated maths!) so if every person brang (this doesn't seem to be a word...oh well) 10 pounds that will be 10 000. So do give a answer if you may...
That's for now,
Love
Sasha (or as Becca's Byron called me the other day Sashiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)

29th Feb, around 7 am...

Last day of school today and I am...I just hope I don't cry.
Other than that it the 29th and I've got no one to propose to... (did you know that in Russia I can legally marry as long as it is with the permission of moi Parents?)
Wont probably post until after the weekend....but will see.

Sasha

Clap for My Great Uncle

It's His Birtday
!!!!!!!

*walks away humming*

On the subject of Getting Ill during English and Having Good Friends

I get the first and have the second.
Yesterday during RE I wasn't feeling too good, but well, thought nothing of it until in English it got much, much worse. I can't describe it really. Pain, yes, but not unbearably so, rather like a goblin took up living in my tummy and inviting his friends over to party. You can't ignore it, it - or rather the goblin - wont let you rest until most of your mind is focused on the pain and the feeling of bile rising up your throat. I wasn't sick - puking on the floor - no but I could feel, the whole disgusting lot of it.
I decided to go the medical room, but lost my nerve closer to my goal, I guess. As I arrived to reception they were just 'releasing' the people from the medical room. I saw very little point in going in if they aren't going to do anything useful. So I ran with the tail between my legs back to behind the art rooms.
It is there that my great, brilliant, one in a hundred, lovable, the best, friends caught and forced me to see reason. While two rushed of to a club, a pair lead me to the medical room, from very soon I was taken to the doctors then home. To A, J, R and P, my greatest thanks and to the others as well who weren't there during the incident but if they were they would have acted the same.

On the subject of Rain and Sitting on Radiators.

While the first today it seems was invertible, the second sweetened my deal greatly. I love rain. One of my favorite childhood memories is to do with rain. It takes place in the summer, during the sweet, tropical, type of rain. I am in an attic on top of an old wooden datcha (summer house). The atmosphere is hot and stuffy, and the air smell of burning herbs. The air sickly sweet. I am sitting on the rough wooden planks that constitute for a floor and am leaning eagerly towards the ill - fitted window. Outside the rain is pouring in steady strings, ignoring the supposedly sunny time. I close my eyes and all my senses turn to sound. The pitta patter noise of strings of droplets hitting the roof intensifies and multiplies in the dust filled room. I take a breath deep enough to choke myself on the stifling air and begin to daydream. My breath evens out to the rhythm of droplets and I am lost.
That's my good memory of the rain. My worst - or one of my worst - memory is not bad in the sense of things nor is it terrifying. It does however appeal to the prideful side of my mischief. It takes place near the same datcha as mentioned before. The detail of my memory are blurry but what I remember is me and a couple of friends (Sashka and Denis) were digging a grave for a bird. I think one of them found it somewhere and we're decided to give it a proper burial. Now we're already made a grave cross - a couple of sticks - and began digging. Now knowing our luck, it wasn't even raining, it was pouring. So there we were, standing behind the bushes of my family's datch, soaked to the bone trying to bury a bird. The there was a flash of lightning with a minisecondal succession of thunder. The rain must have intensifies, as we decided to give up and run. As we neared the door, lighting struck again, at the same time thunder exploded in our ears. Now have you ever been 75 or so meters away where are lightning struck, as it struck? I have. Our ears were ringing but the thunder seemed to go on and on in our heads.
Sashka lives just down the road, it was his neighbours water canister that was struck.
Is it wrong of me to be twistedly proud that I went through that and nearly went deaf?
Having said that, generally I like rain, I like the smell before and the atmosphere after. But to me it seems the best way to enjoy rain is somewhere hot and dry.

On the subject of... Candles

Candles are only romantic when they come with a man and a ring. But even then they are not that romantic. I love the smell of smoke therefore I am easily convinced to burn candles and oils. But only in the case when at any minute I can if -if I wish- to switch on the lights. Not in times of dire need in a power cut, in a shower.

Everything begins with a decision

Every thing begins with a decision, and I today have made one that should comfort no matter how things fall apart. I decided where I want to be in five years time, having made that decision there is only the details to sort out. Now that doesn't mean I'm just going to lie back and wait for it to happen, now that I have a goal, I will aim for it as much as I can. Wish me luck...
Or maybe it shall be smarter to wish luck to those who shall stand in my path.

Old Post - Year of the Panda

I haven't written in a while, and I have no real exuse but that everything just kept on colapsing. The reacent holidays did me alot of good. But then again this is a kind of a practice before I move. To day I spent time tidying and cleaning. And I will spend a great deal more I can reassure you. Right now the walls of my room look bare. It seemed to have lost the coziness it possesed before (it being the room, naturally). It lost it's homy feeling as well, but then again if I avoid looking at the walls it's not so bad.
Now according to the chiniase year callender - thingy- this is the year of the rat, or a mouse - a vermin in any case - but for me it is going to be the year of the Panda. Now while your drawing the obvios conclutions I would like to share my reasenings behind that decition. I was sitting on my bed - as I often do due to the lack of a un-cluttered chair - and... I don't remember what I was doing and...well I was contemplating some things and I laid my hand on a beine baby Koala Bear. Which I don't remember buying. And from then on it's just clicked.
This year, is going to be one of the first major challenges in my life. You may wonder 'thet haven't I've been through this before?' I suppose in a way I have, but in many other I haven't. When I moved to germany it was my first year in my russian year as well. When I moved to England, well I can plead youthful ingnorance. I didn't over think thigs then. And I wasn't leaving much -well I was but not in the amount of people - people behind, just my family. And now I gained a totally different family. I know that with some I'll lose them as soon as I leave thier sight. For everytime I was off ill that happened. With others I'll keep in breif touch and yet if - no, when - I'll met them, again there would be no problem what so ever to return to where we left of. With some the realationship beteween us will change but no nessesaraly for the worst.
Back to the Koala Bear, he's my mascot of sorts for this year.And now I run out of things to say, amazingly. I also may have to find a different webhost for my webpage as I'm having trouble to acsees this one properly from my Mac.