Monday, on November, 10th 2008
14:22
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14:14
About "friend"
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Mmm... Old communications Emerge...
Also I do not know, to rejoice or be afflicted. Feelings inconsistent. But it is more all the same pleasure.
This person loved me. Has given me not one year of the life. If earlier to understand, that it not friendship, all could be changed in due time, but tepet it is possible to recollect and to conduct only conversations about weather behind a window. Possibly, he loves and till now, but is hopeless and is reserved now because once it has been rejected and is nowadays married to the good girl who undoubtedly loves it. I hope, it is happy, and emersion it does not promise anybody any troubles. Very much for it I hope.
Also I do not know, to rejoice or be afflicted. Feelings inconsistent. But it is more all the same pleasure.
This person loved me. Has given me not one year of the life. If earlier to understand, that it not friendship, all could be changed in due time, but tepet it is possible to recollect and to conduct only conversations about weather behind a window. Possibly, he loves and till now, but is hopeless and is reserved now because once it has been rejected and is nowadays married to the good girl who undoubtedly loves it. I hope, it is happy, and emersion it does not promise anybody any troubles. Very much for it I hope.
@музыка: "I search for the guy of manufacture of Japan..." in English
@настроение: mood in a following post
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Sunday, on November, 09th 2008
12:16
Boring record about banal things.
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@музыка: Rob Dougan - Born Yesterday
@настроение: the thoughtful
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Friday, on November, 07th 2008
17:44
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14:32
Fleshmob
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1. Will leave the comment to this record - receive from me the letter.
2. Write 10 words (it is a minimum, instead of a maximum), from it beginning, and anyhow connected with your life or attitude at itself in a diary together with this instruction.
The letter And (it is received by me from):
To read my answers.
The M letter (it is received from):
To read my answers.
The letter About (it is received from):
To read my answers.
Record is created: 26.10.2008 at 07:41
2. Write 10 words (it is a minimum, instead of a maximum), from it beginning, and anyhow connected with your life or attitude at itself in a diary together with this instruction.
The letter And (it is received by me from):
To read my answers.
The M letter (it is received from):
To read my answers.
The letter About (it is received from):
To read my answers.
Record is created: 26.10.2008 at 07:41
@музыка: LP - Hit the Floor
@настроение: still apathetic
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13:33
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Monday, on November, 03rd 2008
09:56
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Saturday, on November, 01st 2008
06:01
On first of November
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I should celebrate this day.
Still I count on holiday therefore carefully I watch a calendar.
It already so it is close, as it is not trusted. Remains one and a half month of torments, rabotogolizma and nerves - and all. I will not be among people, I to blue spruces am soaped. Fur-trees are grandiose trees, centenary, neobhvatnye both improbably fine. And snow. It I did not see never for last two years (somehow there was no it at us in the winter), and there where I go, snowdrifts will be by then to the second floor! I in them will jump. I will mould snowballs and to rush snowballs. It is a limit of my dreams at present.
Long live on first of November.
Still I count on holiday therefore carefully I watch a calendar.
It already so it is close, as it is not trusted. Remains one and a half month of torments, rabotogolizma and nerves - and all. I will not be among people, I to blue spruces am soaped. Fur-trees are grandiose trees, centenary, neobhvatnye both improbably fine. And snow. It I did not see never for last two years (somehow there was no it at us in the winter), and there where I go, snowdrifts will be by then to the second floor! I in them will jump. I will mould snowballs and to rush snowballs. It is a limit of my dreams at present.
Long live on first of November.
@музыка: all already practically drink, celebrating coming nearer holiday. I hear clinking of glasses.
@настроение: the quiet
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Friday, on October, 31st 2008
16:41
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Wednesday, on October, 29th 2008
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Thursday, on October, 23rd 2008
14:17
Is and should be
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I have suddenly noticed, that last two records one bad phrase unites: "Probably (can), and should be".
Only me it is direct overturns from attempts to believe, that is valid so should be. Well should not. Should not be so. All should be differently. And this my doomed humility (other my party) enrages me. I cannot (another, which not doomed) actually simply to take and reconcile to mad thought, that "so should be". Who only has started up it to me in a head?!
I do not know still, that I will do tomorrow. But I know, that has put these will be directed on proving to myself (that which has told "and should be"), that all should be absolutely in another way. That all also is in another way.
Only me it is direct overturns from attempts to believe, that is valid so should be. Well should not. Should not be so. All should be differently. And this my doomed humility (other my party) enrages me. I cannot (another, which not doomed) actually simply to take and reconcile to mad thought, that "so should be". Who only has started up it to me in a head?!
I do not know still, that I will do tomorrow. But I know, that has put these will be directed on proving to myself (that which has told "and should be"), that all should be absolutely in another way. That all also is in another way.
@музыка: the Dolphin - the Window
@настроение: already better (comprehension - a great thing)
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13:45
About people and NOT people
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There is no limit to human extreme measures.
Forgive, My God, but such it is necessary to kill at once. That then was not painfully sick to look at creation of their hands. And after all, as a matter of fact, their people not truly to name. They are bad people, instead of people. All human is alien to them. And if not they are guilty in the moral ugliness, who?! Nothing any environment, any environment can justify them. Only they are guilty that ugly creatures. Someone finds in itself(himself) forces and grows spiritually, not looking on what, and someone here so has a good time, a revenge usual in what not to guilty people. Recoup for the wretchedness.
And for some reason always to face them it is possible then when you start to trust in decency and kindness of people, with a smile to look at the world and to be lost in contemplation the persons radiating warm light. Sensation as if on you have poured out verdo slops. No as if you flied over clouds and suddenly you have dumped on the earth, in the dirt. And at persons already you try not to peer (suddenly the next spiteful and dangerous being, instead of the person, before you), to the world you do not trust, decency starts to seem the thought up delirium. Probably, and should be. Only from it so it is nasty on a shower...
Forgive, My God, but such it is necessary to kill at once. That then was not painfully sick to look at creation of their hands. And after all, as a matter of fact, their people not truly to name. They are bad people, instead of people. All human is alien to them. And if not they are guilty in the moral ugliness, who?! Nothing any environment, any environment can justify them. Only they are guilty that ugly creatures. Someone finds in itself(himself) forces and grows spiritually, not looking on what, and someone here so has a good time, a revenge usual in what not to guilty people. Recoup for the wretchedness.
And for some reason always to face them it is possible then when you start to trust in decency and kindness of people, with a smile to look at the world and to be lost in contemplation the persons radiating warm light. Sensation as if on you have poured out verdo slops. No as if you flied over clouds and suddenly you have dumped on the earth, in the dirt. And at persons already you try not to peer (suddenly the next spiteful and dangerous being, instead of the person, before you), to the world you do not trust, decency starts to seem the thought up delirium. Probably, and should be. Only from it so it is nasty on a shower...
@музыка: the Dolphin - Hope
@настроение: since morning was fine, and now... The broken.
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Wednesday, on October, 22nd 2008
14:07
The childhood has passed, and matches remained.
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And can be, and the truth so will be better.
Perhaps and should be.
I wish to tell, the main thing, that anything serious. Not to cling to these crazy thoughts, and in general, to expel them from a head. There is nothing to cause to people a pain. And itself there is nothing to torment, all the same for heroism nobody will hand over a medal. Think of all and spoil. To think in my case harmfully. More precisely, it is necessary to think of other things. Real and achievable. And to dream once again of everyone bredjatine it it is harmful. Also it is necessary to plunge into work as much as possible. It is a high time to benefit people at least in a labour field.
But it so is difficult - not to think...
To the child have forbidden to touch matches. What the child more all will want? Certainly, to play with matches.
Perhaps and should be.
I wish to tell, the main thing, that anything serious. Not to cling to these crazy thoughts, and in general, to expel them from a head. There is nothing to cause to people a pain. And itself there is nothing to torment, all the same for heroism nobody will hand over a medal. Think of all and spoil. To think in my case harmfully. More precisely, it is necessary to think of other things. Real and achievable. And to dream once again of everyone bredjatine it it is harmful. Also it is necessary to plunge into work as much as possible. It is a high time to benefit people at least in a labour field.
But it so is difficult - not to think...
To the child have forbidden to touch matches. What the child more all will want? Certainly, to play with matches.
@музыка: Madonna - Frozen
@настроение: yes the normal mood if not to think...
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Tuesday, on October, 21st 2008
06:54
Now I will lay down to sleep...
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Have released us from work home for in an office at us goodness knows what with this repair is created, and all of us have handed over reports yesterday. The last handed over on mail (on the several organisations there is no Internet on work), in the half ninth evenings, plaintively begging the operator to accept them at us (mail to eight works), after all last day was... The Operator has got sincere, the turn has not thrown, reports has accepted, we with quiet heart have gone to sleep off for all these last weeks without a dream... And today here and at all all the day long we will sleep. Only, a pancake, I as will think that after all this repair work we should introduce an order in this bedlam, to me becomes not on myself. "I will think of all it tomorrow..." © Skarlett O'Hara, "Carried away by a wind".
@музыка: to me and without music otlichnenko
@настроение: to sleep, sleep and once again to sleep. And sweet to me of dreams.
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Monday, on October, 20th 2008
18:10
Tears were lost... And for a long time.
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I do not know, about what to speak...
In view of last events to me somehow not on itself and even it is sharply lonely, so it is possible to be expressed. That then it was easier to recollect, which sensation pursued me. I have suddenly realised, that I am not normal. I can not tell, that it is bad. To normalnosti I concerned always with watchfulness - if the person too normal, it not so normally in itself. And representation that is normal and that is not present, at everyone the.
My abnormality is expressed that I always draw to myself men who are not necessary to me. And what are necessary - I push away, kicking.
Today simply to cry it would be desirable from all this foolish history, but I am not able to cry for a long time on the troubles. Stale became, about what I do not pour some tears, basically at all I laugh. Hysterically.
Only the guy it is a pity, has not carried to it me to meet. Myself for a long time already I do not regret, all the same after all take out myself from water I cannot, as it has turned out at Mjunhgauzena in an animated cartoon (and in the book). And another it is indifferent, where I - in water or on a land. As in water there are delights and pluses. It is possible to float, not applying efforts. On a current. And body weight not so we will feel. And the earth sees island, and the sky a chasm. And the horizon is closer, after all over water only a head. And it is possible and to dive at sufficient skill. The underwater world to look...
In view of last events to me somehow not on itself and even it is sharply lonely, so it is possible to be expressed. That then it was easier to recollect, which sensation pursued me. I have suddenly realised, that I am not normal. I can not tell, that it is bad. To normalnosti I concerned always with watchfulness - if the person too normal, it not so normally in itself. And representation that is normal and that is not present, at everyone the.
My abnormality is expressed that I always draw to myself men who are not necessary to me. And what are necessary - I push away, kicking.
Today simply to cry it would be desirable from all this foolish history, but I am not able to cry for a long time on the troubles. Stale became, about what I do not pour some tears, basically at all I laugh. Hysterically.
Only the guy it is a pity, has not carried to it me to meet. Myself for a long time already I do not regret, all the same after all take out myself from water I cannot, as it has turned out at Mjunhgauzena in an animated cartoon (and in the book). And another it is indifferent, where I - in water or on a land. As in water there are delights and pluses. It is possible to float, not applying efforts. On a current. And body weight not so we will feel. And the earth sees island, and the sky a chasm. And the horizon is closer, after all over water only a head. And it is possible and to dive at sufficient skill. The underwater world to look...
@музыка: Yes-le, yes-le on a meadow are grazed TO...
@настроение: not to think up worse
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Tuesday, on October, 14th 2008
14:53
From within
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Trusted. Has passed. If still to understand, that has come in exchange while it has left.
In theatre I want. A season. It is time to live another's lives. The has already become boring. Also it is sent to hell.
In theatre I want. A season. It is time to live another's lives. The has already become boring. Also it is sent to hell.
@музыка: Cinema - red-yellow days
@настроение: the awful
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14:18
The Eseninsky. Autumn. Mood.
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As there at Yesenin:
***
I do not regret, I do not call, I do not cry,
All will pass, as from white apple-trees a smoke.
Uvjadanja gold captured,
I will not be more young.
You will fight now not too,
The heart touched by a chill,
And the country of a birch chintz
Will not entice to gad barefoot.
Spirit brodjazhy! You all are more rare, more rare
Rasshevelivaesh plamen lips.
About my lost freshness,
Violence of eyes and high water of feelings.
I skupee became now in zhelanjah,
My life! Or you have dreamt me?
As if I spring booming ranju
Has galloped on a pink game.
All of us, all of us in this world are perishable,
Silently copper flows from maples of leaves...
Be you for ever blest,
That has come protsvest and to die.
I do not regret, I do not call, I do not cry,
All will pass, as from white apple-trees a smoke.
Uvjadanja gold captured,
I will not be more young.
You will fight now not too,
The heart touched by a chill,
And the country of a birch chintz
Will not entice to gad barefoot.
Spirit brodjazhy! You all are more rare, more rare
Rasshevelivaesh plamen lips.
About my lost freshness,
Violence of eyes and high water of feelings.
I skupee became now in zhelanjah,
My life! Or you have dreamt me?
As if I spring booming ranju
Has galloped on a pink game.
All of us, all of us in this world are perishable,
Silently copper flows from maples of leaves...
Be you for ever blest,
That has come protsvest and to die.
1921
@музыка: Cinema - the Fairy tale
@настроение: the awful
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Sunday, on October, 12th 2008
14:09
To sadly me...
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Autumn-autumn... When you already will become present?
It would be desirable already other landscapes, bright, motley, yellow-red-crimson. And it that? It so, a poor excuse.
It would be desirable already other landscapes, bright, motley, yellow-red-crimson. And it that? It so, a poor excuse.
Here such green autumn I have seen on eighth of October:
@музыка: Picnic - Picnic
@настроение: "Behind the back there was a city from glass and stones..."
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Thursday, on October, 09th 2008
15:21
About strangenesses of people.
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Funny...
Situation № 1.
Situation № 2.
The Item with.: this post I will leave opened for comments. Very much it is interesting to know opinions of associates in this occasion. My position everything, I think, is clear.
Situation № 1.
Situation № 2.
The Item with.: this post I will leave opened for comments. Very much it is interesting to know opinions of associates in this occasion. My position everything, I think, is clear.
@музыка: the Symphony № 40
@настроение: normal, only people irritate...
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Tuesday, on October, 07th 2008
16:16
Transport - my love. Especially public =)
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Morning.
Meal.
My route chock, as always. Still these students have increased... Was not in their Summer, so without them it was, frankly speaking, wonderful. And now go, youngs of wild animal, laugh loudly on all salon, and especially at them it nicely turns out, if without the reason neigh. Talent =)) (earlier I so too was able, but for drevnostiju years has forgot).
But I have distracted. Mmm... Was not in their Summer, but grannies were with baskets, summer residents, understand =). One continuous lyrics in the mornings. And then I am surprised, in that it to me on road for work nightmares is acted in film. Yes here the nightmare in reality to sleep absolutely unessentially. If not summer residents, students. It simply holiday any! Aha, which always with you)).
I again not about that. I in general about buses can bredjatinu infinitely bear (almost as selflessly as students - to neigh without the reason). But this post is devoted the today's concrete bus.
Means, meal.
Meal.
My route chock, as always. Still these students have increased... Was not in their Summer, so without them it was, frankly speaking, wonderful. And now go, youngs of wild animal, laugh loudly on all salon, and especially at them it nicely turns out, if without the reason neigh. Talent =)) (earlier I so too was able, but for drevnostiju years has forgot).
But I have distracted. Mmm... Was not in their Summer, but grannies were with baskets, summer residents, understand =). One continuous lyrics in the mornings. And then I am surprised, in that it to me on road for work nightmares is acted in film. Yes here the nightmare in reality to sleep absolutely unessentially. If not summer residents, students. It simply holiday any! Aha, which always with you)).
I again not about that. I in general about buses can bredjatinu infinitely bear (almost as selflessly as students - to neigh without the reason). But this post is devoted the today's concrete bus.
Means, meal.
@музыка: Nautilus - the Prince of Silence
@настроение: hochuuu mashinuuuu!!!
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