Did we create a modern myth
Did we imagine half of it
Would happen in a thought from now
Save yourself
Save yourself
The secret is out
The secret is out
To buy the truth
And sell a lie
The last mistake before you die
So don't forget to breathe tonight
Tonight's the last so say good-bye
The secret is out
The secret is out
The secret is out
The secret is out
Goodbye, goodbye
8.30.2010
New life

Since September, 1st I begin new life. It will be necessary to write on points and to follow the list))) The first step is made. Ahead it is so much everything, launches and falling, but I can... Oh, my God, give to me of forces! Now I am engaged in yoga under this cool music:
Streams of thoughts
… Again the sky cries a rain behind a window … Again we will long together … the Sky and I … we Will wash wounds of soul rain tears … After all, tears is a clarification … ease … and the calmness … Is boundlessness behind vanity of vanities …
… Streams of thoughts … memoirs … and dreams … Streamlets of emotions … desires … and … moods … I Try to keep thoughts … observing, as flow down drops on glass … the Breeze … flying in an open window … embraces for shoulders … a cool of evening touching me … In hands a cup of hot coffee with milk … It is bewitched I listen to a rain melody … Catching by lips of second of happiness … Thoughts on you warm soul … You with me … In my heart … And now we listen to this music together … Music, The most talented composer in the world … Also we behold a picture of the most unsurpassed artist … the Mister of the Rain … I want to feel it … I want to touch … I Stretch a palm in an open window … and I feel its cold … as ice … tears … Falling … and breaking about my palm … they give rise to thousand new drops … new tears … And on glass improbable patterns … it is a rain draws the dreams … the thoughts … the dreams … Millions drops … them not to count … not to keep … They as a star in the night sky … as are fine … and are inaccessible … And everyone is unique … in everyone eternity … serenity … freedom … Big … small … and absolutely tiny … One break downwards … others merge with each other … the third are lonely and unapproachable … a rain Drop … they as people … they and together … and everyone in itself … all of them identical … and such different … Streams of emotions … smiles … and sweet grief at the bottom of soul … I am dissolved in boundlessness … I touch eternity … …
8.29.2010
My Heart

You leave, depart. My heart departs for you, but most likely you even don't know, how you have cruelly arrived with me...
Autumn in a souls
Well here I and in Peter!!! Though I went and by the night bus, I feel well! So it has turned out that I have overslept all road and have woken up only at station))) have arrived home and at once began to adjust the Internet, but me have blocked at 2 o'clock (((and I have decided to take a nap, but the dream wasn't. Today to last very slowly... Tomorrow for work. Again this working everyday life. Again these persons, routine work (((we will not be about sad) Now I will go to wash and then to prepare to eat. For last 4 months I not badly it have mastered) probably age))) there were 2 days and the autumn will come. I love autumn, but only not rainy, and such rarity at us. Today her signs of approach are already visible. The cold wind, cloudy morning, and day in whole blows (((I have terribly frozen, therefore has put on warm socks, has climbed under a plaid and I drink tea with honey to be warmed (((but for some reason it doesn't rescue... Is cold inside... Autumn terrible time, all sore points become bare...
8.26.2010
Painting
Interesting as it to be the painter? In pictures it is possible to describe all that at you on a shower. You simply take a brush, select the paints which color reflects your mood. And the most important thing you switch off reason, but on a maximum you open feelings... Recently I like black-and-white pictures. Depression can at me!? No, I simply don't have you!!!
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Classics of Russian painting of 19th century. Konstantin Korovin. Russian impressionism Paris after a rain. 1900 |
Bad dream
Here also it is close to the end and this day. I sit at a window and I look on a black raven. The dream in which I escaped from him recently has dreamed me. The black raven is a bad omen. But I`m not afraid...
Immortality
Millions people passionately wish immortality, however don't know, than in him to be engaged rainy Sunday.
Tasty coffee
Today has learned to do tasty coffee, and he turns out dense, as a dairy cocktail: the recipe - on 1.5 coffee I have added 3 spoons of sugar (I love sweet:D) and have added 3 more items of a spoon of boiled water, it is necessary to stir all until then this won't brighten yet weight and there is no pleasant sated beige color, has then filled in with hot milk, the drink was dense. mmmmm as it is cool )))
There were 2 days
Day has begun cheerfully))) All that I planned on today-has failed! But now I can esteem the book) And still I have prepared today a tasty dish "Pelmeni on-sibirski" All I invite :)
A Modern Myth...
8.25.2010
30 Seconds To Mars Save Souls In ‘Closer To The Edge’ Video
On Monday, 30 Seconds to Mars premiered the epic video for “Closer to the Edge,” a far-reaching, all-encompassing affair that was shot in 89 cities in 27 different countries on the band’s Into the Wild Tour. Featuring emotional interviews with 30STM fans, copious amounts of thunderous live footage and an inspirational “We are family” message, “Closer” is certainly everything the band’s so-called Echelon could’ve hoped for, and probably a little bit more. But the release of the clip also raises a rather interesting question: What ever happened to 30 Seconds to Mars’ other big-idea, even-bigger-scope music video, “This Is War”?
On it video is also I!
On it video is also I!
Strange love
He sits in a virtual network at night,
And she tired of this day for a long time already has gone to bed.
He glances over hundreds another's photos,
Looks through thousand clips, listens to set of music.
He doesn't know that she even in the dream thinks of him.
And she tired of this day for a long time already has gone to bed.
He glances over hundreds another's photos,
Looks through thousand clips, listens to set of music.
He doesn't know that she even in the dream thinks of him.
LLLOOLLL
8.24.2010
Вне зоны доступа
Хочется, чтобы некоторым людям девушка-робот монотонным голосом сообщала бы не: "вызываемый абонент временно не доступен, попробуйте перезвонить позже", а "для вас вызываемый абонент не доступен, не звоните больше сюда никогда"...
Echelon...
Look at the red red changes in the sky
Look at the separation in the border line
But don't look at everything here inside
And be afraid, afraid to speak your mind
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
What's with the fascination with the Echelon
What's with the constant questions that you have this time
What's with this circumstancial consequence
Find oversight before this night will ever rise again
It's all you've got inside your head, better get up and leave instead
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
To find ourselves lost here within we need reasons why
So we take this bridge with the others that will thrive in the great divide
Look at the red red changes in the sky
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
Look at the separation in the border line
But don't look at everything here inside
And be afraid, afraid to speak your mind
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
What's with the fascination with the Echelon
What's with the constant questions that you have this time
What's with this circumstancial consequence
Find oversight before this night will ever rise again
It's all you've got inside your head, better get up and leave instead
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
To find ourselves lost here within we need reasons why
So we take this bridge with the others that will thrive in the great divide
Look at the red red changes in the sky
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment before I lost myself in here
It took a moment and I could not be found?
Again and again and again and again I see your face in everything
It took a moment the moment it could not be found?
Alex`s birthday!!!
When someone is as nice as you it’s natural, you know, for friends to often think of you and want to tell you so that’s why this special greeting has come your way to say that many warm and cheerful thoughts are there with you today I wish for you to have a very happy birthday. Thinking of you and hoping your birthday is a really great day – the way it ought to be for someone as special as you!
Alex, your birthday is today.
We will listen to what you say.
Tell us now what we should do.
We will do it just for you!
Alex, your birthday is today!
Happy, happy, happy day!
Alex, your birthday is today.
We will listen to what you say.
Tell us now what we should do.
We will do it just for you!
Alex, your birthday is today!
Happy, happy, happy day!
I congratulate you, my brother, and I wish you that many happy returns of this day!
8.23.2010
Поиск
На радио волнах всё чаще...
В обрывках журналов,в газетах.
В твоём и моём НАСТОЯЩЕМ...
Пытаюсь найти тебя где-то,
Во снах, в нелюбви, в переулках...
В луне бесконечно убогой,
На крышах домов и в прогулках...
Пытаюсь найти тебя в ком-то,
И в женщинах и в мужчинах.
Пытаюсь найти безуспешно
В своих потаенных глубинах...
Пытаюсь найти...
И снова...
Себя по крупицам теряю...
Пытаюсь вернуть...
МНЕ НУЖНО!!!
А может и нет...
Не знаю...
Friday 13th: breaking a mirror leads top 10 superstitions
Breaking a mirror is the biggest fear for superstitious people on Friday 13th, research shows.After breaking a mirror, most people would count walking under a ladder as their main concern.Other fears include opening an umbrella indoors, spilling salt and putting shoes on a table or bed.Walking on cracks in the pavement and stepping on three drain covers finish the list.The nation’s top 10 fears, superstitions and signs of bad luck ranked in order of ’superstitiousness’
1. Breaking a mirror
2. Walking under a ladder
3. Friday 13th
4. Opening an umbrella indoors
5. A black cat crossing your path
6. The sight of a single magpie
7. Spilling salt
8. Placing shoes on the table or on the bed
9. Treading on cracks in the pavement
10. Walking over three drains
1. Breaking a mirror
2. Walking under a ladder
3. Friday 13th
4. Opening an umbrella indoors
5. A black cat crossing your path
6. The sight of a single magpie
7. Spilling salt
8. Placing shoes on the table or on the bed
9. Treading on cracks in the pavement
10. Walking over three drains
Я - лицемер... Вы удивлены?
Быть такой, какой вы хотите меня видеть? Конечно... Я буду. Я же сильная. Выдержу. И эту маску выдержу. Сыграю в спектакле жизни главную и цветную роль так, что всё будет казаться реальностью. Я же сильная... по крайней мере, вы так говорите, я вас правильно поняла?
Вы хотите, чтобы я была красивой? Конечно... всё что угодно. Вот я - королева красоты. Вы хотите, чтобы я была умной? Да! И вот я кандидат высших наук! Вам нравится эта игра? Прекрасно. Я рада, что вы довольны...
Маска натёрла мне до крови лицо. Оно изуродовано. Никто уже не помнит, каким он было изначально, а теперь уже не разобрать под покровами засохшей крови... но я не огорчаюсь... у меня есть маска...
Зачем её снимать, когда все довольны? Вы хотите, чтобы я была счастлива? Посмотрите, улыбка сияет на моём лице! Разве это не счастье? Но чьё это лицо?... И что же будет когда вы увидите настоящее? Ведь оно потеряно! Маска - придумана вами! Она бесподобна! А лицо... Оно уродливо! И некрасиво! Ведь оно настоящее! Его нельзя подделать... А маска?...
Я - лицемер... Вы удивлены? Но неужели вы бы хотели увидеть что-то иное? Вы сами придумали меня такой! Цветной! Актрисой! Лицемеркой! и НИКТО НЕ ЗАПЛАТИТ МНЕ ЗА СПЕКТАКЛЬ! За спектакль, который я ставила только для вас!
Чёрт!.. Новая кровь... маска окончательно разодрала моё настоящее я! Оно развеяно прахом по ветру! Оно исчезло! А маска? А маска осталась... Всё то же пустое выражение глаз... Всё та же королева красоты... Всё та же кандидат высших наук...
Опущен занавес. Спектакль окончен. Все зрители разошлись. И чего добились этим вы? А главное, чего этим добилась Я? Я... "Я" больше не существует. Сломаю маску. И исчезну. Маска постарела. Она больше не доставляет удовольствие... Нет маски... Нет истинного лица... Бездарность...
Вы хотите, чтобы я была красивой? Конечно... всё что угодно. Вот я - королева красоты. Вы хотите, чтобы я была умной? Да! И вот я кандидат высших наук! Вам нравится эта игра? Прекрасно. Я рада, что вы довольны...
Маска натёрла мне до крови лицо. Оно изуродовано. Никто уже не помнит, каким он было изначально, а теперь уже не разобрать под покровами засохшей крови... но я не огорчаюсь... у меня есть маска...
Зачем её снимать, когда все довольны? Вы хотите, чтобы я была счастлива? Посмотрите, улыбка сияет на моём лице! Разве это не счастье? Но чьё это лицо?... И что же будет когда вы увидите настоящее? Ведь оно потеряно! Маска - придумана вами! Она бесподобна! А лицо... Оно уродливо! И некрасиво! Ведь оно настоящее! Его нельзя подделать... А маска?...
Я - лицемер... Вы удивлены? Но неужели вы бы хотели увидеть что-то иное? Вы сами придумали меня такой! Цветной! Актрисой! Лицемеркой! и НИКТО НЕ ЗАПЛАТИТ МНЕ ЗА СПЕКТАКЛЬ! За спектакль, который я ставила только для вас!
Чёрт!.. Новая кровь... маска окончательно разодрала моё настоящее я! Оно развеяно прахом по ветру! Оно исчезло! А маска? А маска осталась... Всё то же пустое выражение глаз... Всё та же королева красоты... Всё та же кандидат высших наук...
Опущен занавес. Спектакль окончен. Все зрители разошлись. И чего добились этим вы? А главное, чего этим добилась Я? Я... "Я" больше не существует. Сломаю маску. И исчезну. Маска постарела. Она больше не доставляет удовольствие... Нет маски... Нет истинного лица... Бездарность...
My Heart
My heart is beating now,
My heart has caught your pulse,
I feel your open soul,
And world was made for us.
My heart will go on
With greatest ever love,
It wont be more alone,
It will be as a dove.
My heart is silent bit,
But it may give a burst
When feels your tiny hit
And no more,no hurt!
We will be together,
And when we ll apart,
I wont find a weather
For me could be smart.
My heart has caught your pulse,
I feel your open soul,
And world was made for us.
My heart will go on
With greatest ever love,
It wont be more alone,
It will be as a dove.
My heart is silent bit,
But it may give a burst
When feels your tiny hit
And no more,no hurt!
We will be together,
And when we ll apart,
I wont find a weather
For me could be smart.
Smiling could help you live longer :)))
Smiling could add years to your life, according to researchers. The wider you grin and the deeper your laughter lines, the more likely you are to have a long existence. Broader smiles and wrinkles around your eyes point to a positive outlook on life which translates to better long-term health. The study also found that putting on a false smile did not work, as only those who looked genuinely happy had the extra life expectancy.
«Все отлично!»
Неразлюбившие жестоки,
А непростившие циничны.
Мы невозможно одиноки,
И так же страшно безразличны.
Опять молчим о жизни личной...
А впрочем, некому и слушать.
В руке табличка — «Все отлично!»
И чек за проданную душу…
Непережившие утрату
Порой совсем невыносимы.
Мы каждый день спешим куда-то,
А жизнь идёт. Проходит мимо.
И понемногу сбившись в стаи,
Быть может чуть сильнее стали.
Но не живя, а выживая,
Бросаем так, как нас бросали.
Уходим, чтоб не возвращали,
Не задержавшись на пороге,
Бредем в неведомые дали,
Но снова по чужой дороге.
Так проще: много не теряя,
Мы только ищем, ищем, ищем…
Быть может кто-то где-то знает,
Как жить таким… неразлюбившим…
А непростившие циничны.
Мы невозможно одиноки,
И так же страшно безразличны.
Опять молчим о жизни личной...
А впрочем, некому и слушать.
В руке табличка — «Все отлично!»
И чек за проданную душу…
Непережившие утрату
Порой совсем невыносимы.
Мы каждый день спешим куда-то,
А жизнь идёт. Проходит мимо.
И понемногу сбившись в стаи,
Быть может чуть сильнее стали.
Но не живя, а выживая,
Бросаем так, как нас бросали.
Уходим, чтоб не возвращали,
Не задержавшись на пороге,
Бредем в неведомые дали,
Но снова по чужой дороге.
Так проще: много не теряя,
Мы только ищем, ищем, ищем…
Быть может кто-то где-то знает,
Как жить таким… неразлюбившим…
One of my favorite songs "Crushed and Created"
Looking back on the things that found me
Places I would never choose
The same things that both haunt and heal
My demons and my muse
And there are times that I've underestimated
Both the grief and goodness found in something new
Where one thing dies, something else can be created
And though it's truth you find, it's innocence you lose
I'm not the "me" that I started with
My friends say my eyes are brighter
I'm not the "me" that I started with
I'm freer, and I'm wiser, and I'm stronger…
We are crushed and created
Melted and made
Broken and built up in the very same way
What I thought I could handle
What I thought I could take
What I thought would destroy me
Leaves me stronger in its wake...
It leaves me stronger!!!
Places I would never choose
The same things that both haunt and heal
My demons and my muse
And there are times that I've underestimated
Both the grief and goodness found in something new
Where one thing dies, something else can be created
And though it's truth you find, it's innocence you lose
I'm not the "me" that I started with
My friends say my eyes are brighter
I'm not the "me" that I started with
I'm freer, and I'm wiser, and I'm stronger…
We are crushed and created
Melted and made
Broken and built up in the very same way
What I thought I could handle
What I thought I could take
What I thought would destroy me
Leaves me stronger in its wake...
It leaves me stronger!!!
Do You Have a Secrets?
Of course I have secrets. Of course I do. Everyone has a few secrets. It`s completely normal. I`m sure I don`t have any more than anybody else. I`m not talking aout big,earth-shattering secrets. Just normal, everyday little secrets. Like for example, here are a few random secrets of mine, off the top of my head:
- My bag is a fake.
- I love mulled wine, the least cool drink in the universe.
- I have no idea what NATO stands for. Or even what it is.
- I`ve already drunk the wine that T.N. told me to lay down some time.
- When my colleague T.S. really annoys me, I feed her plant tea. (Which is pretty much every day.)
- My G-string is hurting me.
- I`ve always had this deep down conviction that I`m not like everybody else, and there`s an amazingly exciting new life waiting for me just around the corner.
Do You Have a Secrets???
8.22.2010
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I will be GREAT! And there's nothing or no one gonna stop me from my destiny!!!! I will NEVER STOP!!! Call me CRAZY! Because I am!!
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