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Saturday, November 7th, 2009
6:49 pm	I don't like picspamming but during last two days I'm missing Death Note, so some pics under cut in order to get rid of it. If anyone is missing DN these days, welcome! ( Read more... ) Current Mood: nostalgic Current Music: OST Death Note L (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 1st, 2009
9:14 pm	Samhain It’s an old tradition to celebrate Samhain together with Olero. Actually I don’t know how my eternal friend and beta celebrated it before me, but judging from absence of the stories it was not the greatest show. I would like to note that this is the only day we can celebrate properly irrespective of the circumstances (and they are always different). Unfortunately I’m not ready to share with picturesque details, let me be a bit shy:) Some photos: But I can also share with burying the apples. Me and my beta, trying our best, were burying apples. The first time was messy. We were in a terrible hurry, we had large apples and nothing to dig with. We hoped for the better. In vain. The earth was stiff, roots of grass were the greatest obstacle. We ended digging the earth with hands. Farewell nails and manicure. The second time we made conclusions from our mistakes – we took knives for digging. I was dressed for celebration – a new black coat, hat. We chose a different place – half bare bushes. We buried apples without much troubles but… An unfortunate woman with an unfortunate dog decided to pass by. At this very moment I was tired from sitting on the earth and stood up. Still I don’t know who was scared more – a woman or a dog. One started screaming another – barking. Olero – laughing. The third time we decided that there was no need to scare innocent passers by and went to thicker bushes near the house. But a curious man appeared in the window, he was smoking and trying to discern something in the darkness. This time was really ok. No screaming girls, no passers by, no one. Experientia est optima magistra :) Hopefully Samhain was great! Current Mood: happy Current Music: Dvurechie Svetozar (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 31st, 2009
9:44 am	Beta Here and today I would like to speak about the most important person in the life of authors and translators – beta. I’ve heard\read several times that beta should not be your close friend and friend either, but to my mind beta being friend is the obligatory part of successful collaboration and success in general. So many people think that beta is insignificant part of the process, the one, who inserts comas and check spelling. They are wrong. Beta will check spelling, syntax, grammar, beta will correct your style, beta will spend hours in the net, searching for the correct names of materia, transliteration of foreign names and so on and so forth. Beta will spend hours with you on the phone or in chat discussing one sentence, spend days explaining what is wrong and why is wrong. If you have the block she will help you, she will discuss any part of the story\translation with you, she will help you with any character, any action your character should take in this or that situation. Your beta will help you even if she does not know the fandom. By the way, beta is not only your source of inspiration and correction. Beta is the one who will support you through all the fandom “love and squalor”, she will be with you in all the fights and disgrace. And she will be the one who will say that it’s ok, that you did great and you’ll do better. Beta is not afraid to be responsible for her work and your work. Beta will be the one who will fight for any of your character, explain any of his motives and actions. So if a person executes all the above-mentioned, most probably she is one of your devoted friends and may be fans. Formal beta will always be formal. Your friend will do a lot for you. Living example is me and olero, who is beting my yaoi translations and she is in no way yaoi girl. I’m not sure if she is quite ok with the change of the perspectives, but she is beting and reading about the fandom and beting again, cries and laughs with me. I’m really and truly thankful for all your support and help. Current Mood: awake Current Music: Nautilus Pompilius "Krylia" (Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 19th, 2009
8:27 pm	Chanel 19th of August is the birthday of the well-known and adored Coco-Chanel. There is no use retelling her biography. So many sites are describing her private life, childhood, achievements, failures. Coco was discussed, hated, loved, cherished, abandoned, despised and loved again. Through years and years she inspires the world of fashion, film industry, writes…. Her words are still the truth for so many girls all over the world. My favourite advertising, where her image was used. And some more about the process Current Mood: amused Current Music: Otto Dix (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 11th, 2009
4:21 pm	Midgar The most favourite location of thousands and thousands of fans. To speak about it is a thankless job, because so many words were said and written, so many sketches were made, that there is simply nothing to add. Gamers of the world (I am among them) scanned every available millimeter of the city, starting from the gates of Sector 7 and ending with the roof of the ShinRa Inc, talked with every person lucky enough to meet us in their way. It’s not easy to sum up the impressions. This character is so ambiguous and secretive. It may seem that you know everything about it, having examined its insides - everything from capillaries in the toes up to the brain. But…. Looking at the map, one can say that geographical position of the city is pretty advantageous. A plain territory, rather a thick field cover, close proximity to the seas/channels/oceans. The climate, most probably, is moderate (moderate – ocean, moderate –sea) and humid, which presupposes rather a comfortable summer, without heat but with rain showers, judging by the grass on the plains. Winters are relatively warm, frosts and deep snow-cover are not typical for Midgar, due to the winds from Costa del Sol, which warm the air up to above zero. In general, looking at the map, we can see that the Capital of the Planet and Coast of the Sun are in the same latitude, but their climates are very different. We can suppose that there is some cold current near the continent, where Midgar is situated, or may be it is due to the fact that the city is situated not directly on the coast. Midgar maintains trade and economic relations with Junon (to my mind. it is the most successful military investment project of ShinRa) and for sure with Kalm, as this town is more developed than those similar to it. Energy supply is carried out but Midgar and most probably part of the population has temporal labour contracts with Midgar. Perhaps some sort of trade is established between kalm and the Capital. Some sources of information state that before Midgar there were several towns, which were united later. Taking into consideration the reasons, mentioned above, Midgar could be еtaken as a perspective settlement, situated on the junction of trade lines. So the future capital could keep on its existence as several cities, which at a certain period would have a war and the winner would take everything, or several cities could unite in order to take an economic upperhand and to make the remaining competitors surrender. Merging was inevitable, and history has lots of examples, but it seems to me that the discovery of Mako material changed the fate of this place and predestined its reign in the planet and in the hearts of the gamers. Actually, at the beginning of the game Midgar is a somber spot among the glorious plains. As if Squaresoft decided to raise its voice for Greenpeace. Respecting their efforts, I’ve chosen Mieville’s words: The river twists and turns to face the city. It looms suddenly, massive, stamped on the landscape. Its light wells up around the surrounds, the rock hills, like bruise-blood. Its dirty towers glow. I am debased. I am compelled to worship this extraordinary presence that has silted into existence at the conjunction of two rivers. It is a vast population, a stench, a klaxon sounding. Fat chimneys retch dirt into the sky even now in the deep light. It is not the current which pulls us but the city itself, its weight sucks us in. Faint shouts, here and there the calls of beast, the obscene clash and pounding from the factories as huge machines rut. Railways trace urban anatomy like protruding veins. Red brick and dark walls, squat churches like troglodytic things, ragged awnings flickering, cobbled mazes, sewers riddling the earth like secular sepulchers, a new landscape of wasteground, crushed stone, libraries fat with forgotten volumes, old hospitals, towerblocks, ships and metalclaws that lift cargoes from the water. This is the point where the story of the city starts. Midgar is so alike to all the cities described in literature and at the same time so different from them. We can hear the echoes of Gibson’s Chiba, noise of Yzordderrex’s Kesperates, feel the gloomy coldness of Dickens’s London, hear the postapocalyptic silence of Bollards cities and watch the blaze of burning Moscow of Galeev. Midgar is the center of knowledge, opportunities, money, technologies and pleasures. Almost a paradise. Actually, Midgar determined cultural and scientific life of the whole planet. The cleverest people worked in its laboratories, fighting the laws of gravitation, nature, life and death. Lots and lots of books and manuscripts were safely kept in the libraries, which opened its welcoming doors to the entitled and authorized. The bravest and the strongest got the best weapon and equipment (plus significant wages). And of course opening nights, luxurious restaurants, expensive bars and cosy cafes. Midgar was a dream of village boys and girls (who had seen nothing but their native town) - a Titan clothed in metal, glass and stone. Each of them considered himself/herself a chosen one, a fighter or a princess, who would find her love, and hundreds and hundreds of dreamers reached the coast of the continent, searching for the fabulous life. And then those hundreds rusted in the slum, and each morning the city indifferently saw their bodies in the pools of blood, chewed them with pleasure and spat the shells out to the pavement. Very few reached the headquarters. Most of them died somewhere between Seven and Fifth sector, or in the train graveyard. The Slums are cosy, but they are school of life and survival at the same time. Drugs, whore houses, guns, fights, thieves. So many fools lost their money/life/innocence in the somber suburbs among the dreams for saving the planet and screams of agony. If Midgar were my patient, it would tell me so many stories about destroyed lives, broken dreams, whispered out to it secretly, sleepless nights, cries of pain. So many ghosts would be summoned. What words would it use to speak of the idiots killing other people, thinking that they are great? There were people who reached the top, who worked for ShinRa. I’m sure Midgar has such stories. But hiding in the shadows of fireworks the city smiled, it had already seen the abyss, waiting for the hero. Life as a broken line of cardiogram. Where are the bravest, who had the courage to play with the city? That is what's especially attractive about the character. The city is hopeless and claustrophobic. Its dwellers can’t see the sun, the only light so many of them saw before the end, was the shining of the Meteor. But there's no cure for them - a drug-addict has no chance. And as people of Midgar can be divided into those who are in the system and who are above the system (there were just three of the latter), most of the dwellers drowned in the light of material and in dreams of the future. It’s natural. They could not reign in the City, which looked into the eyes of those who are above the system and was prostrate at their feet. It had enough courage to watch the Weapon coming. Slowly. It looked in Rufus’s eyes, it was saying farewell to the lights. Perhaps, the City knew, that while one of his owners was alive, it would survive. It just should stand two blows. Then it would get better. The picture of destroyed Midgar raises strange associations with Poe: And the tall primeval trees rock eternally hither and thither with a crashing and mighty sound. And from their high summits, one by one, drop everlasting dews. And at the roots strange poisonous flowers lie writhing in perturbed slumber. And overhead, with a rustling and loud noise, the gray clouds rush westwardly forever, until they roll, a cataract, over the fiery wall of the horizon. But there is no wind throughout the heaven… It was night, and the rain fell; and falling, it was rain, but, having fAllan, it was blood. And I stood in the morass among the tall and the rain fell upon my head --and the lilies sighed one unto the other in the solemnity of their desolation…. And mine eyes fell upon a huge gray rock which stood by the shore of the river, and was lighted by the light of the moon…. Upon its front were characters engraven in the stone; and I walked through the morass of water-lilies, until I came close unto the shore, that I might read the characters upon the stone. But I could not decypher them. And I was going back into the morass, when the moon shone with a fuller red, and I turned and looked again upon the rock, and upon the characters;--and the characters were DESOLATION. Midgar could be a ghost-city. The everlasting attraction for stalkers, hunting legends and treasures of the Forgotten Capital. This place to outgun the famous Zone… But Midgar survived, having changed the image and the name. Contrite sinner dressed in rags, with lowered eyes, Edge seems humble and prideless. There is nothing to say about it, now it has no glorious history as Midgar had. Grey colour seems the eternal dweller of the streets and of people’s souls. Hopelessness and completeness of the open space. Its fate hides in the darkness. Though the fact that Rufus ShinRa has successfully survived and saved his money, gives hope that the star of Edge will be shining in the sky as bright as that of Midgar. As a conclusion I would like to add, that if I were permitted to write a welcoming note on the gates of Midgar I would give my preference to the eternal Burroughs’s “Nothing is true. Everything is permitted”. Pictures by great lunrsilvreclips.deviantart.com/ Quotations from China Mieville and E.A. Poe seimei.deviantart.com/ Current Mood: thoughtful Current Music: Sign - AC OST (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 23rd, 2009
10:57 am	DN Made a DN test. Actually I hoped it would by L. (pouts) Matt....  Poor boy died in the end. I know I'm selfish, but as his only friend died too I hope I was the one who inherited all his computer games, Xbox, Playstations and so on. And hopefully FF7 (and all the compilations), 8, 10-12 were in his collection! :) http://www.quizilla.com/quizzes/result/8442145/6288081/ Current Mood: amused Current Music: Death Note L's theme (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 14th, 2009
9:47 am	Olero Olero, my dear beta and my faithful friend. You are the one who knows where we are born, you are the one who knows the way we are forged, you are the one who knows our secrets, understands our silence. Yoг make the world brighter, stonger and more beautiful. Happy Birthday my dear. I wish you endless journeys, the highest mountains, dark caves, placid lakes and starless nights! There is fatal news of perdition In your innermost songs through and through. There's a curse of holy volition And affront of happiness, too. Their power, so captivating, Makes me say what everyone says: Fair angels you've been abating Fascinate them with your grace. When you laugh at belief, my dear, There suddenly shines over you The insipid amaranth sphere Which, at one time, came in my view. Good or bad, you're here for a wander. People say , and it's just as well: Some believe you are Muse and wonder While for me you are torment and hell. I don't know how it all came about, I was feeble and impotent, too, I saw you, and I didn't burn out But I sought consolation in you... Well, I wanted discord and contention, And I wander: how you did you come To present me with constellation, Meadow, flowers, and curse of your charm? Your caresses, so frenzied and tipsy, Were wilder than night and rain, much more fleeting than love of a gypsy And much headier than golden champagne. There was fatal delight and pleasure In the trampling of what is saint, Bitter passion, like herb, as a measure Of delight and the heart's content! Current Mood: amused Current Music: Happy Birthday to you (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 28th, 2009
5:58 pm	Final Fantasy SE will never give me time to relax! They did it and i'll have it! More Tseng, more Reno, more Rufus, more Midgar/Edge!!! (Is the world of FFVII love of my life?) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4oCCUtibVY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_VyJmzidLw Current Mood: crazy Current Music: Final Fantasy OST The Promised Land (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 25th, 2009
2:23 pm	Random thoughts Mmmm, I’m playing CC again and I just wondered why so many people perceive Zack as saint. By the end of the day he’s Soldier who killed a lot of people – Soldiers, Wutai troops and so on. He cut them, burned them, poisoned them and what not. It means screams, blood, burned skin and agony. Of course he had to do it, it was his job, but it means that he was in no way saint and noble. Many of those people, killed by Zack had families, children, friends. Yes, I know, their grief was not shown in the game, but it doesn’t mean they did not exist Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: OST Devil May Cry (Comment on this)
Friday, March 20th, 2009
1:26 pm	Meme I have stolen an interesting meme from olero! Well I thought over the list for a long time... So, say you were meeting a new person - blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to look at/read/listen to/taste/whatever. What would you put in the box? In my box you would find: 1) Notes (mmm, Glinka?) 2) Watercoluor sketch 3) Narcissuses 4) Flyer of Midgar’s Bar 5) Picture of Edea's House and Horizon Bridge 6) Map to the Wolf’s Lake 7) Lipstick Chanel Iris 8) Sachet artemisia, heather, hop, pine needle and mint 9) Black candle and Raido 10) Lunar Phases Calendar 11) Placebo “Sleeping with ghosts” 12) Silver pendent And in yours? Current Mood: amused Current Music: Zetsuai 1989 Debut (Comment on this)
Sunday, February 22nd, 2009
5:42 pm	Meme and random thing Reality is enticing sometimes (almost always xD). I really did not have time for writing or updates. Recently I'm busy with presents for upcoming holidays and some meetings. Finally did this meme (Nekojita i thank you!) Have you had sex with more than 25 partners? - No and honestly speaking I don’t want to. Do you think the last person you kissed is nice? - Yes. I don't kiss people who are not nice. Have your friends ever randomly stopped by your house? - Mmmmm, no Who's the last friend you had a deep conversation with? - Olero Did you sleep in past noon today?: - Unfortunately not. Cry yourself to sleep? - Never. I usually have terrible migraine from crying so I can’t sleep. How many different colors are you wearing right now? - Mmmmm, blue and grey. If you could have something right now, what would it be? - Happiness, health for my friends and family. Do you want someone back in your life? - I want, but I try not to think of it, because I can’t change anything. When is the last time you cried really hard? - I have some problems at my work. Has a boy/girl put their arm around you the past five days? - Yes. How is the weather right now? - Cold and frosty. Do you have friends of the opposite sex you can talk to? - I had. But not right now. Is anything annoying you right now? - People’s stupidity. Does anyone call you babe? - No. But I was often called QT. Would you ever steal a friend's boyfriend or girlfriend? - Never. Friend is friend, and her boyfriend is a girl for me. Is this year the best year of your life? - I have a strange feeling that this year will bring a lot of changes. Good ones and bad ones. I’ll be able to answer this question in the end of the year. Are you trying to avoid liking/loving somebody at the moment? - No Has anybody ever given you butterflies? - No Do you have nice eyes? - I’ve been told they are. Do you have any plans for tomorrow? - Sleep. Congratulating father and some other people. Reading, translating, painting. If your friends warn you about someone, do you listen? - I listen, but in the end I’ll do what I want. Does it take a lot to make you cry? - Yes. I always do my best to avid crying. Are you currently frustrated with a boy/girl? - Yes, with several girls but not in a romantic sense. Would you ever get a tattoo? - No Are you keeping a big secret right now? - No If someone liked you would you want them to tell you? - Yes, I’ll guess anyway and I’ll consider him a corward. Would you date someone twenty years older than you? - Most probably not. Are you close with your mother? - I was Daddy's Little Princess.Though now we’re closer. Did you speak to your father today? - Yes. And I’ll be congratulating him tomorrow. Do you hate the last girl you were talking to? - No. It was my mother. (Does mother count?) Have you ever kissed anyone with a name that starts with A, B or C? - Mmmmmm….. no. Have you ever broken someones heart? - Yes. Could you ever be friends again with someone that broke your heart? - No. Do you hate anyone? - No. I can’t say there have ever been a happy object of my pure concentrated hatred. Do you miss your past? - Only my third year at the University. I hate looking back and crying over the past. Are you listening to music right now? - Yes. Ricky Martin - Maria Do you think you're a good person? - I hope so, at least people around are not complaining. Has anyone ever sang to you? - Yes, and it was awful. Is there someone who meant a lot to you at one point and isn't around much anymore? - Yes. Is there any emotion you're trying to avoid right now? - Suspension and uncertainty. Have you ever skipped school just because you were tired? - Never. My mother was rather strict and I could skip the school only if I were terribly ill. Anything you would change about your life right now? - I think I’m pretty OK with everything I have. This time last year, can you remember who you liked? - For sure! The same person I like now. Current Mood: amused Current Music: Ricky Martin Maria (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 28th, 2009
5:55 pm	Where hop grows It's still rather hard to explain the hop post. As an explanation I can say that sometimes our memories keep haunting us until we say/do/write something related to them. All of us had walked their own ways to slash/yaoi. Each of us had their own first fandom. Some of us are still with this fandom, some of us moved on and forgot about it. For me the first fandom was DK of SM. Looking back I'm not ashamed of it and it's not a source of constant surprise for me. To be honest, I still - though very lazily - follow authors' visions and interpretations. But then, when I was younger and knew nothing either about slash or about yaoi (and even fanfiction), I was just sitting and searching all over the internet for pictures and articles. And it's a common thing, if you are looking for something about a male character, sooner or later the link will lead to a slash/yaoi site. My case wasn't an exclusion. Everything I learnt about good and bad fics I learnt in that fandom. Though I'm not interested in it anymore, sometimes I feel like rereading the stories that seemed the most appealing to me. "Where the hop grows" by Eia was one of them. When I read it first I found it boring and forgot about it at once. Sometime later I felt the urge to reread it. Analyzing why, I can say that the very idea was different. Not NC, not everlasting love but the obsession, obsession with your own dreams and impossibility to fight it. No clear happy ending. The end is bitter and threatening. No joy, no sun, only dreams, herbs, the cold of water, the steel of the sky and grey stones. Lonely islands and gloomy creatures. Though it has certain disadvantages as of descriptions and style, and sometimes even gaps in narration, they are forgotten and forgiven, because you believe the characters, see the world and reread it. Even years later. Current Mood: pensive Current Music: Ai no Kusabi Eos (Comment on this)
9:57 am	John Updike John Updike - American novelist, poet, short story writer, art critic, and literary critic - died yesterday from lung cancer at the edge of 76. Updike's most famous work is his Rabbit series (Rabbit, Run; Rabbit Redux; Rabbit Is Rich; Rabbit At Rest; and Rabbit Remembered). As for me I discovered Updike being in University. We studied his “The Poorhouse Fair” and “The Centaur”. I was impressed and I was interested. The following years I was reading his books, interviews, biography. And for some time, even without knowing me he became my friend, my teacher who knew much more about the writing, art….. Some of his quotes: "Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone." "Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper." "The refusal to rest content, the willingness to risk excess on behalf of one's obsessions, is what distinguishes artists from entertainers, and what makes some artists adventurers on behalf of us all." http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturenews/4364544/John-Updike-a-life-in-quotes.html Current Mood: sad (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 27th, 2009
4:58 pm	Hop Nostalgia is something inexorable in my life. Iа I’m not too lazy or tired in the next few days, I’ll explain to you everything and now some information: The Hop (lat. Húmulus) — is a native British plant, having affinities, botanically speaking, with the group of plants to which the Stinging Nettles belong. The sole representative of its genus in these islands, it is found wild in hedges and copses from York southwards, being only considered an introduced species in Scotland, and rare and not indigenous in Ireland. It is found in most countries of the North temperate zone. Several other plants are called hop: Atragene L., Convolvulus L., Menispermum) L., We find the Hop first mentioned by Pliny, who speaks of it as a garden plant among the Romans, who ate the young shoots in spring, in the same way as we do asparagus, and as country people frequently do in England at the present day. The young tops of Hop used formerly to be brought to market tied up in small bundles for table use. The tender first foliage, blanched, is a good potherb. The leaves and flower-heads have been used also to produce a fine brown dye. The origin of the name of the Hop genus, Humulus, is considered doubtful, though it has been assumed by some writers that it is derived from humus, the rich moist ground in which the plant grows. The specific name Lupulus, is derived from the Latin, lupus (a wolf), because, as Pliny explains, when produced among osiers, it strangles them by its light, climbing embraces, as the wolf does a sheep. The English name Hop comes from the Anglo-Saxon hoppan (to climb). The official preparations are an infusion and a tincture. The infusion is employed as a vehicle, especially for bitters and tonics: the tincture is stomachic and is used to improve the appetite and digestion. Both preparations have been considered to be sedative, were formerly much given in nervousness and hysteria and at bedtime to induce sleep; in cases of nervousness, delirium and inflammation being considered to produce a most soothing effect, frequently procuring for the patient sleep after long periods of sleeplessness in overwrought conditions of the brain. The bitter principle in the Hop proves one of the most efficacious vegetable bitters obtainable. An infusion of 1/2 oz. Hops to 1 pint of water will be found the proper quantity for ordinary use. It has proved of great service also in heart disease, fits, neuralgia and nervous disorders, besides being a useful tonic in indigestion, jaundice, and stomach and liver affections generally. It gives prompt ease to an irritable bladder, and is said to be an excellent drink in cases of delirium tremens. Sherry in which some Hops have been steeped makes a capital stomachic cordial. A pillow of warm Hops will often relieve toothache and earache and allay nervous irritation. An infusion of the leaves, strobiles and stalks, as Hop Tea, taken by the wineglassful two or three times daily in the early spring, is good for sluggish livers. Hop Tea in the leaf, as frequently sold by grocers, consists of Kentish Hop leaves, dried, crushed under rollers and then mixed with ordinary Ceylon or Indian Tea. The infusion combines the refreshment of the one herb with the sleepinducing virtues of the other. Hop juice cleanses the blood, and for calculus trouble nothing better can be found than the bitter principle of the Hop. A decoction of the root has been esteemed as of equal benefit with Sarsaparilla. As an external remedy, an infusion of Hops is much in demand in combination with chamomile flowers or poppy heads as a fomentation for swelling of a painful nature, inflammation, neuralgic and rheumatic pains, bruises, boils and gatherings. It removes pain and allays inflammation in a very short time. The Hops may also be applied as a poultice. The drug Lupulin is an aromatic bitter and is reputed to be midly sedative, inducing sleep without causing headache. It is occasionally administered as a hypnotic, either in pills with alcohol, or enclosed in a cachet. Preparations of Lupulin are not much used in this country, although official, but in the United States they are considered preferable for internal use. Hop helps the gamblers and adventurists. It helps in the games, especially to the newcomers, but the hop in capricious and hates greed and malice. If he finds that his owner gambles not of curiosity or thrill, but for grab, and even intends maliciously against the competitors, the hop will not only stop helping him, but even turn the luck against him. http://www.hort.purdue.edu/newcrop/duke_energy/Humulus_lupulus.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humulus_lupulus http://www.go2magick.com/index.php Current Mood: thoughtful Current Music: Zetsuai 1989 Heaven (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 7th, 2009
6:01 pm	Killers I'm stuck with this song Current Mood: amused Current Music: You see (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 6th, 2009
6:11 pm	Wintertime It's finally cold here -20C. And I'm really really glad. Today I was out buying some DVD (Yami and Angel), frozen to death but I was extremely pleased with snow and frost and real winter. I don't know if someone is still doing it, but tonight girls here are to put a comb under the pillow and the man who'll comb their hair (or at least appear in the dream) is your future husband/love and so on. Good luck to everyone who have enough courrage. I' try not to forger about it. Current Mood: amused Current Music: The killers (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, January 5th, 2009
5:48 pm	Holydays So, I have 6 days ahead to enjoy public holidays. And I want to say that if it goes on like that I’ll go to work tomorrow. First of all, my sister bought karaoke. They are singing. They sang yesterday, they’ve sung today and they are singing now…. No comments. Well, I laughed a lot, but grew tired from this. In order to have a break I went to the bookshop. Standing near the shelves full of books I understood that the number of dead classical authors exceeds the number of still-living on my list of favourites. And I can’t change the situation. I tried but gave up after saying good bye to Ann Rice. Though I’m really glad she found peace and harmony, but I just can’t read what she’s writing now. It’s not that Ann Rice who fascinated me, brave and unusual Ann Rice, whose words to many people sounded close to heresy. As if in her place you find an clever and talented person, but you are not interested in this person at all. Anyway, it’s not a tragedy for both of us. She will write for those who discovered her or remained with her. And I’ll stick to the rest living on my list. Current Mood: blah Current Music: Bravo Eto za oknom rassvet (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 31st, 2008
5:11 pm	New Year New Year is coming. And I'm so sleepy and tired. 12 o'clock seems so far ahead. Let's hope will not fall asleep immediately ofter midnight. Anyway Happy New Year to everyone. I wish you be cherished, loved, adored, cared and loved! See you next year! Новогодняя Елка! Current Mood: tired Current Music: V lesu rodilas yelochka (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008
3:45 pm	Some snow It's finally snowing, though I'm sure it'll melt tomorrow. It seems to me that winter avoids Moscow on purpose. I'm invited to exhibition today though my friend still keeps silence about her plans. I'm not sure if we'll be in time for the opening. but at least this is a chance to see my teacher once again and perhaps finally enjoy decent paintings. Made a test. Stolen from my bat: Your rainbow is strongly shaded black and violet.               What is says about you: You are a powerful person. You appreciate beauty and craftsmanship. You may meet people who are afraid of you. You are patient and will keep trying to understand something until you've mastered it. Find the colors of your rainbow at spacefem.com. Current Mood: apathetic Current Music: OST Ai no Kusabi Secret Love (Comment on this)
Sunday, December 14th, 2008
4:46 pm	Some chocolate My sister makes me really, really angry sometimes. How can she have a PC and not know the simplest things (downloading music and burning it and so on). Grrrrr. I'm sitting the whole day downloading the files, photos and burning them. I know I'm stupid, I should have accepted her offer and go somewhere, she would be mo docile. But, I really wanted to spend sometime home, with parents books and computer. I can't buy a dress. Why is it such a great problem even here? Or is it just my problem? Nevertheless I'm tired of searching and having my days-off during these holidays. I have taken the test from Nekojita. I think it really reflects my state now :) Which creature of the night are you? Your Result: Werewolf   You are a vicious fighter and a vicious lover, absolutely dedicated to your pack. You are pushed to anger by disloyalty and injustice and have a tendency toward sudden, periodic bursts of wild behavior. Demon   Vampire   Cthulu Spawn   Incubus/Succubus   Ghost   Sorceror   Which creature of the night are you? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz Current Mood: angry Current Music: my sister's voice (Comment on this)