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Are there any traditions of celebrating St. Patric's Day except for drinking beer (oh, sorry, i mean genuine irish guinness) and wearing something green with a shamrock? The fact is, i do not drink beer since rather a long time and it would be difficult to find shamrocks in the beginning of March in Moscow.Current Mood:  curious |
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'In God we trust, all others pay cash: security for costs in international arbitration' - a title of an article.
btw, why exactly cash? why not a letter of credit, for example?Current Mood:  impressed |
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'I haven't really ever found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize that once again I'm not in love
But it's not as if I mind
that your heart ain't exactly breaking
It's just a thought, only a thought
But if my life is for rent and I don't lean to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine'
i adore it,
i do adore itCurrent Mood: pleased Current Music: Dido "Life For Rent" |
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Nov. 14th, 2003 @ 10:10 am
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'There is nothing like eating hay, when you are faint!’
‘Have you tried drinking water?’
‘I did not say, there is nothing better, I said, there is nothing like’
I’ve heard it several times from different people, but I’ve never read ‘Alice in Wonderland’ I don’t know why, perhaps the book seemed too complicated for me in childhood.
I wish I had! Books for children happen to be so wise, though may seem quite simple. Such books as ‘The Little Prince’ are referred to and cited by grown ups now and then.
I haven’t read many books, most of my acquaintances have in their childhood (it makes me feel very illiterate sometimes;)) and three years ago I was rather prejudiced against such books. What did change my mind was esthetic tales by Oscar Wilde. I read some of them as a child, and then, years later, found far more hidden messages in them. Maybe now it’s high time to start reading ‘Alice in Wonderland’, for example. |
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I've learned, that you cannot make someone love you.
All you can do is be someone who CAN be loved. The rest is up to them.
I've learned, that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I've learned, that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides.
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"...ich bin ein wenig entteuschtt, da Malta sehr schmutzig, laut und kaputt ist"
sounds really discouraging; why are people so often disappointed when traveling?
Oct. 25th, 2003 @ 04:29 pm
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see you later, alligator!
Oct. 13th, 2003 @ 09:59 am
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inspired by
'honourable judjes, would you be please so kind as to SHUT UP!'
'Извините, а я вас на (beep!) никогда не посылал?' (с) Пух.
rather a witty saying - diplomat is someone, who will send you to hell so, that you will think of it as of a nice journey.
the problem is that i really can't send people to hell or to some other remote place. i do not have to do it often and still when i come across such situations and try to get rid of somebody, people do not realy understand what i want. of course, it would be very explicit to say something like 'would you be please so kind as to go to hell, cos i'm sick and tired of you', but it happened only once and the person tried his best to make me say so.
for me formal, polite sayings are the sign, that the one is not willing to communicate with me. i do not like hearing from the people, who are dear to me things like 'it was a pleasure to meet you/ to talk to you'. it sounds so insincere!
as i thought most people understand it and i was really shocked
when i wrote:
'it's very nice of you, that you are interested in me, and i'm really thankful to you, but i do not feel like writing about myself and my problems' (i thought it was an explicit sign, that i do not want to communicate on any personal topics)
and got an answer:
'i wonder why, there can be many reasons for it'
i was told then, that my letters resemble diplomatic notes and there are no emotions in them. yeah, they were really very formal letters. and if i got such a letter from somebody, i would hardly ever continue corresponding or answer in the same formal cool manner.
Sep. 18th, 2003 @ 04:44 pm
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it's not my thought, but i like it:
Zelda is not lazy; she is just happy doing nothing..
i'm too lazy now even to update my LJ
Sep. 10th, 2003 @ 12:10 pm
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You are Kurt Cobain.
Which music god are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
Aug. 23rd, 2003 @ 06:19 pm
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The basic rule of sex ( refers to other human relations as well) - you should dance, not fight with your partner.
The first thing i thought of, when hearing this phrase was aikido. It really looks like dancing, though it's much more difficult for me.
hmm, i geuss, it would be interesting to read "Dance, Dance, Dance" by Murakami..
Aug. 13th, 2003 @ 11:58 pm
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(from an old floppy)
I can’t stand people humiliating others. Why is it so pleasant hurting somebody else?
I’ m self-centered myself, and when acting I do not always realize that the results of my actions may cause harm to others. But I would hardly hurt anyone on purpose. Still I did behave that way. I was greatly offended then and it was a kind of primitive natural reaction to hurt the person who caused me pain. I do regret acting so, I feel i will be unforgiven for a very long time.
I try not to humiliate people in response. I hate being involved in conflicts. I’ll simply avoid communicating with him or her, so that I were not treated so again. I guess it is no use causing somebody pain, as it is a sure way to make person be angry with you and even hate you. "Hatred works like acid for the souls of both who hates and who is hated"
Aug. 11th, 2003 @ 01:08 pm
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... what it feels like
When i told Anton, it had been hard for me to mix with german tourists in St. Petersburg, ‘cause they seemed not to like to communicate with anyone but the members of their group, he said, it may have been because of my German ;) I do not think so still, because a girl from Germany, who lived in our dormitory a year ago, said she liked my German. Or maybe she was merely being polite. Anyway, it is not the matter, i can’t speak perfect English or perfect German, because neither is my native tongue.
What worries me greatly is my Russian. Anton is one of very few of my Moscow acquaintances who thinks i have no accent in Russian. Some people i know in St. Petersburg, who think i speak normal Russian either. But during my first year in University i constantly had problems with teachers and people from dean’s office, who thought i was a foreigner.
Discussing some formalities in dean’s office:
‘Are you a foreigner’
‘No, i’m a russian citizen’
‘And where are you from’
‘From Severodvinsk’
‘But, you are still a foreigner!’
‘No, Severodvinsk is in Russia’
The fact is that i have quite russian, slavic appearances, and it’s only because of my accent, that others take me for a foreigner
And i seem to have that accent still, as this April my english teacher told me those ‘wonderful’ words:
You have strong accent in Russian, Azim from Uzbekistan speaks Russian better than you
Do I have strong accent in Englishh as well?
No, your English is better.
Better than my Russian?
Yeah.
I still hope she exaggerated, saying that, because otherwise... otherwise it would be really awful.
Aug. 8th, 2003 @ 01:45 pm
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...anyway, i'm less antisocial than Pooh is.. that's a pleasure to know
Aug. 5th, 2003 @ 07:49 pm
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(written yesterday at work; why is there no net in this court??!)
This weekend Pooh, Vera, Dima and me went for a row near Dubna.
It was at night and we were half way to our destination, when suddenly darkness was illuminated and having looked back we saw a big barge. What we saw was really magnificent and terrific. Actually we did not see the barge itself, but just bright lights on its board. It was very near to us, Pooh says - about hundred metres and it was mowing in our direction at a speed much higher than that of our boat. We rowed without lights switched on, there were no lights on our boat at all (i doubt whether they can be attached to it anyhow). We did not notice the barge, as we sat back to it and we were very lucky, i guess, that someone on the barge noticed us, otherwise we could have easily collided...
That time i did not think that we could have collided, i did not feel any fear. I was just fascinated by the sight. Dima says it was too late to be afraid of anything then, as people on the barge have already noticed us and were changing its course. There was still one thing - i was afraid we would be fined because we had no lights. ... I still don’t realize, simply can’t imagine, that we could have perished then, this simply could not have happened to us (i just feel so, but i know that it is not true)
I’ve always blamed people for driving after having drunk. Many people treat that rule, as if it were created only for punishment and was hardly of any use. It’s similar with me - i was afraid of being fined, not of dying.
After all - am i a rationally thinking being or not. If i do think rationally, why do i act so irrationally. Why don’t i believe that doing some things is dangerous. A year ago in the Crimea i parted from the group and walked alone in the mountains for about a kilometer. That is considered to be my most antisocial deed, but that time i did not think it was something not normal. Moreover, if it were not for Germany and my work i would have willingly accepted that invitation of Pooh to go to Caucasus, although many people who know Pooh think, that hiking with him is an occupation for those who want to commit suicide. The funniest thing is that my parents do trust Pooh, although they are rather suspicious to most of my Moscow acquaintances. If they knew what have happened this weekend they would have never let me communicate with him anymore...
Remembered a book by Leskov «A Charmed Stranger» which is considered to show the typical russian national character. I did not like its hero at all, as i could never understand why he acted this or that way, he did not think about it himself, he was guided mostly by his emotions, spontaneous thoughts, impulses and hardly ever thought of the consequences of his actions. And now i see i tend to act the same way...
Aug. 5th, 2003 @ 01:12 pm
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…if they mean anything at all
"… many of my friends"
I always want to ask "which friends, LJ-friends?"
I simply can't understand how one can have many friends. I have only one friend – a girl i know since two years. I will hardly call anyone else my friend. A friend is someone very close to you, someone you can fully trust, who will never betray you, who will understand you and do his/her best to help you. There are many other people i like, find interesting, respect and appreciate. It's pleasant for me to spend my time with them, i'm very glad to be acquainted with them , but i will hardly feel sorry when we part. We are good pals but not friends. A friend means much more for me…
I do not usually believe in the words "i love you". Why are they pronounced so often? I've been in love three times, and that was, when my emotions changed from extreme joy to deep pain. Still there were many boys i liked and found pleasant to spend time with, but i would never have told, that i loved them.
"..in life everything is to change, but love" – probably the most beautiful words ever said to me. We had to part and he seemed to suffer greatly, he wrote then " i want to be with you, just to see you… it's hard being without you, still i know i can live without you". And i believed then in "…in life everything is to change, but love". It flattered me greatly, that i can mean so much for him. Still it was a lie, a very beautiful lie, as a few months later he said "Why is not love to change?"…
It is to change – hardly anyone loves forever.
The words i like either -"…to express my deep concern, thoughts, interest etc, etc, etc and to say that i could not believe my eyes, when i met in MGIMO such a wonderfully brilliant girl". It sounded rather flattering and insincere either… or i may have been then for him the one to break that widely spread stereotype of a girl studying in MGIMO, who can hardly be called "wonderfully brilliant". Still he was more sincere and honest. There was interest, concern, sympathy, but no one talked about love, as we did not love each other. We had wonderful time together – that is all.
Jul. 28th, 2003 @ 09:06 pm
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A nice slogan.
They've stolen the idea from Nike, anyway i like it.
Mutoku would have liked it either, i guess. He is absolutely aikidone (or how else can one call a person who trains aikido six days a week?)... and i'm just aikidoing.
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Hmm.. it's rather a collection of advertisement slogans than a LJ.
I sometimes think of giving up law and engaging with advertisement, PR or copywriting..
remembered so far:
Z: What copiwriters have to do with copyright?
A: Nothing :) ... they just write slogans - "We keep you clean at Muscatine" (c)
Jul. 25th, 2003 @ 12:00 pm
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Now my hair style can be called bobbed hair
My hair is finally long enough (I had it cut in March, some of my friends did not like it at all, I think looked rather unusual then), so that I somehow resemble a flapper of the twenties. It’s of the same length as it was in December, when I saw that photo of Zelda Sayre and noticed that we look alike. Zelda was once called “a bobbed haired bandit”, because of her hair style and eccentric behavior”. I’ve been searching for that very photo in the web, but failed to find it. By the way I got acquainted with an amateur translator of Fitzgerald’s short stories into Russian who really loves the works of this author. There’s a story by Fitzgerald called “Bernice Bobs her Hair”, and it's curious that the first time I learned about Fitzgerald five years ago was a reference to this story which I have read only recently.
Jul. 7th, 2003 @ 07:18 pm
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I am a happy child, i am a perfectly happy child. It's the second evening i am spending with my dad and my brother. And they are going to stay in Moscow till Friday evening. Exept for two days in June i haven't seen them since February. I missed them. I said them good bye in the morning, when i went to work and now i am with them again. That's what makes me happy, feel at home...Since seventeen i've been living on my own and ofcourse it's wonderful to feel loved to have near someone who will take care of me, give the affection i need. I do feel that we are a family. I'll see my mum only in August :(
Jul. 1st, 2003 @ 10:01 pm
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something like "Good evening.
Excuse me for being that rude, but "Fly away from Here"...
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give my best regards to Fliegend! ;)
Gotta find a way
Yeah, I can´t wait another day
Ain´t nothing gonna change
If we stay ´round here
Gotta do what it takes
´Cause it´s all in our hands
We all make mistakes
Yeah, but it´s never too late
To start again
Take another breath
And say another prayer
And fly away from here
ЗЫ: "Он улетел, но обещал вернуться!"
Jun. 27th, 2003 @ 01:21 pm
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