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Кто ещё попытается мне испортить настроение - посмотрите это видео

а затем сделайте мне одолжение и Идите Нахрен :) Не испортите вы мне ничего :)

Ahjee

Black&White is like a magnet in recent times. Just cannot separate myself, so addicted..huh. My trail feels like it's set, but there are all kind of figures around me trying to distract me. F off, even if I come with you for a moment, it doesn't mean that you won. Dream on, baby.
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Electronic music + national instruments&rhytms = Akcent. Just one piece of good stuff I rediscovered for myself just recently. Could never thought that electronics and accordeon can sound so great together, it's a shame I've abandoned my iPod, otherwise they woun't get a pause from being on a repeat there. Yep, I decided to take a hiatus from any headphones. It's half-a-month now and I must say that my ears are working properly again, finally. You can't imagine how fed up was I when I couldn't even pick up a note because of being almost like half-deaf in my middle-ear. But now it has returned back to life, for which I'm glad.
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You say, that magic does not exist? Oh, please, put on some stylish clothes and get lost in a jail in front of the cameras - I promise you, you will change your mind. At least I felt it again. And I seriously want to bring it in the future, the nearer, the better. Just want to be there, in the centre of creativity, because it feels like home. Any kind of creativity does indeed and I'm not saying that this one is 100 times more special. I just feel like myself. And that's the best thing one can get from a life. I swear.

Mă iubești sau m-ai uitat

Cine-i vinovat?
Am o dragoste de dat, nu de închiriat,
Oare cine te-a vrăjit când m-ai părăsit
Eu cu tine, știi bine cât de mult am cheltuit.

Noël: Christmas Eve 1913

Dear Mrs Sarah Chrisman! Thank you for introducing this poem to me. Thank you from the deepest parts of my heart, wherever you are.

By Robert Bridges

Pax hominibus bonae voluntatis

A frosty Christmas Eve 
   when the stars were shining
Fared I forth alone 
   where westward falls the hill,
And from many a village 
   in the water'd valley
Distant music reach'd me 
   peals of bells aringing:
The constellated sounds 
   ran sprinkling on earth's floor
As the dark vault above 
   with stars was spangled o'er.
Then sped my thoughts to keep 
   that first Christmas of all
When the shepherds watching 
   by their folds ere the dawn
Heard music in the fields 
   and marveling could not tell
Whether it were angels 
   or the bright stars singing.

Now blessed be the tow'rs 
   that crown England so fair
That stand up strong in prayer 
   unto God for our souls
Blessed be their founders 
   (said I) an' our country folk
Who are ringing for Christ 
   in the belfries to-night
With arms lifted to clutch 
   the rattling ropes that race
Into the dark above 
   and the mad romping din.

But to me heard afar 
   it was starry music
Angels' song, comforting 
   as the comfort of Christ
When he spake tenderly 
   to his sorrowful flock:
The old words came to me 
   by the riches of time
Mellow'd and transfigured 
   as I stood on the hill
Heark'ning in the aspect 
   of th' eternal silence.

(taken from poets.org, the original link - http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22721 )

Я поднимаю кружку...

...и тут же ставлю её обратно. Глоток горячего приятно согревает. Прямо как снег, если он подан в правильных пропорциях. Знаю, только сегодня испытал. Ну а мысли, они как-то далеко отсюда. Нет, не на юге. Вот ещё. На севере? Возможно. Очень далеко на севере. Он мне нравится, он высоко. Все время, когда я иду в сторону юга, неважно, просто по городу или еду, у меня чуство, будто я спускаюсь ниже. Вообще-то я не так далёк от истины. Ведь оно так и есть.
***
Иногда мне хочется испытать себя. Хотя нет, не иногда. Просто я это не всегда делаю. Помните г-на Сарамаго и его "Эссе на тему слепоты"? Так вот, не включая свет или просто двигаясь с закрытыми глазами, я стараюсь представить, что я незрячий. Сегодня нечаянно по привычке нажал на выключатель света, но когда он загорелся, я выключил его обратно. Просто тень была милее. И сейчас тоже. Но мне нравится, как в ней растворяется ненастоящая оболочка. Не моя. А всего. Это лишает меня возможности судить по внешности чего-то, не зная о его содержании. Да, я стараюсь так поступать и при свете, но иногда начинаешь забывать. И пока тебе реальность не показала средний палец, нужно вспоминать. Иначе будет поздно.

I feel energetic

I do. I don't know why, but I get the energy from the people by giving mine to them. This exchange feels incredible. Pity is though, that today while giving mine away, by accident I gave out also my voice. Shame on me, now to move back to milk with honey. And I thought that this era is over, eh, dream on. 
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On a darker side, I'd probably shoot anyone on my way right now. Where does that fucking rage come in from sometimes? I remember I told once someone, that she/he woke up Black Alex in myself. There are moments, when I can't manage without him, but sometimes it's just impossible to handle that creature. Please, could you stop! I'll save you for better moments, I promise. 

 For those that feel worried about me - please don't be. I can handle everything I need to and with those things I can't, I just don't come in touch. 
***
Okay, now it feels much better. I guess I just had to spit it out here. Those that read it - don't let that negativity inside yourself. Keep it out, because only this way you are becoming stronger. 

I just dropped by to say..

... that I should not only use the next summer properly but also allow myself to take a breath for a moment. A major 'Thank you!!' goes to them, who made me feel, that I'm needed, I appreciate it from my very heart. Guess, I have to use my time more wisely and try to spare some of it for myself as well. I am really starting to get tired from the feeling of being wasted. Four years in a row, honey, this is not a joke anymore.

Dirty pony, I can't wait to hose you DOWN!!

Fame hooker
The saga starts in May when those highly appreciated and valued pieces of paper came to sale. Signified by taking part of the upcoming Ball, I decided to make myself familiar with the music. Sarcasm of course, I was very familiar by that time, but I felt it would be honest if a singer would get her earned percents from a bought album. Philosophy is that you should get a reward for a well-done work, in order to keep the motivation. And the Lady earned that 200%. So the months went on and on with me working and working and worshiping the Devil of Business. They announced, that noone will be allowed in Monster Pit line before 8 a.m. local time, but one was there two days before. Why wasn't he disqualified, I have no hell of an idea. But he got that No. 1 on his hand, but I don't know about the Monster Pit Key. According to logic, he should've had, but in reality - not sure.

Pants down, bitch
So it's 25th of August, 7:00 and he is waking up in order to get to work. It begins with New York and ends with it, b'cause the Big Apple is much bigger you can ever imagine. We had a lot of fun on our tour, they told me they are very conservative. Then on the Song Festival Grounds I asked them: "How do you feel about the Lady?" They replied: "We love the Lady!". And I love acceptance, especially the one like that. We wrap up, they're happy and I'm happy sitting at Cubanita Lounge and enjoying my tomato soup while reading. Feeling a buzz somewhere down there, of which I realised one moment, that this is the f-ing day.

Red wine, cheap perfume and a filthy shout
By the surrealistic ways I crossed my paths one final time with a friend, who asked me, why the fuck am I still not at the venue, when I had to be there already in the morning. Truth to say, I had that same question and in order to get there, took the bus and ended up in the final destination of the previous four months - at the gates of G.O.A.T. I couldn't believe my eyes, when I entered and saw the amount of people - I thought it was a lot, but my brain loves to betray me every day at least once. That day, he succeeded majorly - it was later clear, that the amount wasn't even enough for half of the pit. But then, I took my place in the line. Sitting on the concrete on my hoodie with my leather on, I thought that I am not in my best shape, so had to improve a bit. To do that there was a store nearby selling cheap stuff for expensive price but I didn't give a damn cause that day was for liberation. I got the shirt I wanted and changed on that very same place - in front of the store. Caught some sights on myself, although I though I was covered well enough by a billboard next to me. Probably one was transparent or I wasn't as close to it as I thought. So I sat back and sang to the melody of sound-check.

A drunk rush-hour
Soon enough, after being there for two hours, I think something took a slight control on me. You know, all these people smoking some shit around you and drinking some piss-looking cider with bubbles in it - it all feels..not strange but  not usually grey.  Perhaps somebody was smoking pot or it was me again, who can be a little wild without any help but the buzz came back and this time to everyone, so everybody was suddenly standing. I found out, that the gates to the G.O.A.T. were closed behind us and now all the other ones had to stay out for a while. On a question "why" the reply was "because they have been here since the morning". A "Wow..." goes through my head, but I kept myself back not to spoil the moment. And then one man started to explain, that we all should not push each other, be disrespectful or rush through without taking a wristband, or there will be no pit for us. On that moment, I suddenly realised, WHAT is waiting for me. I don't know, how I managed to keep myself from shaking when a security guy put a wristband saying "Rookie" on me. I don't know how I kept myself together when I passed under a tunnel and got into the pit. The Monster Pit of G.O.A.T.

The place for those, who came early, waited the longest and were dressed to Ball. The good thing is that there really was the feeling of being a part of the whole message of being born the way you are. The warmth I felt in there had something in it I've never felt before - even on the 14th of October, 2010. Looking around, it looked like we were truly the first ones to be there - the surroundings were rather empty. So far.

Scary masks and 70's
The classical music got into our limbs bone by bone and made people slowly but truly to sit down. I however knew that if I will sit now, I will remain sitting for the rest of the show and I thought, that Ms. Starlight deserves some good crowd to be with. And after some melodies she appeared. It was something far different from The Monster Ball, where it took me 4 days to understand, who was there on stage. Okay, I was sitting like mile away from the stage and on purpose didn't watch anything on Youtube or read, what was the show containing. So yes, I knew about Starlight, but had no idea she will be on the warm-up. So this time she got on stage, I was ready. But then I realised, that I wasn't even halfway ready for what she did. The mask show was slow but then her appearances got more and more interesting. They really did - I even forgot to take pictures of her changing costumes, cause she intrigued me.

 On the Monster Ball I saw how much the Lady loves rock. She has shown that many times - by being inspired by Montly Crüe on Boys Boys Boys, by taking part in Semi Precious Weapons' video and later by inviting them to The Monster Ball (and hell yea they are amazing ones). But this time I must confess - I've never thought that I can enjoy a rock concert so much. I guess, when it comes to 70s-80's, it's all different but even now you can look like them years but still sound fresh enough. I speak of "The Darkness" - a bunch of guys, who really got us. I say 'us', because the Monster Pit got crazy on them - literally. For some reason the area behind us wasn't that active. So we turned around and yelled: "SING ALONG, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"

And as the time passed and we were screaming and clapping for these bad boys, they got some audience.

Fight on, little pony or The Lady's night
And here goes the classical stuff again. Oh, totally forgot to say huge THANKYOU to the singer of the band for the amazing souvenir you gave me. Although I got it as a little accident, I am still very grateful - proud owner of a drumstick. But then they left and now it was all about what's going to be on that stage. Looked like the curtain had a hole in it so we had fun watching one man first bouncing on a stage in order to see if everything is fixed and then trying to hide the hole from us. That took some time. On one hand it's always a pleasure to hear a violin playing Vivaldi, but on the other little annoying to hear behind myself "Where the hell is she?!?!" etc etc. But I must confess, that in my head I had the same thoughts. So we waited. And the waiting paid off. One moment - and the curtain is finally down and a fortress exposed to our very eyes. Pop-electro-middle age - my favourite mixture.

So the march of the soldiers on the stage soon goes into "Highway Unicorn", with the Lady herself sitting atop of one. Sharp, black horn and blonde mask with men around her, she walked around our pit. We find then out, that she actually escaped from an alien-trap and now Mother G.O.A.T. tells us that the new operation is being launched at the Government Owned Alien Territory in space. Then she comes in again and ends up shooting one government bastard with her gun. He was pathetic. At that moment we are welcomed to the Born This Way Ball.

Here, the birth of magnificent proportions started taking place. The 'Kingdom of Fame' suddenly opened and with it opened also our hearts and souls. I can't deny that sometimes I like to be exposed to others but I never felt like this before. It was the opening of something whole new. Then we saw someone's legs and rather big belly, suggesting that something really big is going to come out from the Lady. But we are all Born This Way, so this is what all that whiskey-pot stuff is all about. Welcome on stage - in plastic, but so fucking real - Lady Gaga!

It's never late or early to remember, how did you end up somewhere. It's something you should never forget, neither places not people who helped you on your way. Once you do, it's all gone and you lose all the work you previosly did once you stop valuing it. So Gaga also reminded us, that not so long ago also she wasn't well known around the world, but still managed to break through all the doubts with 'Black Jesus' by her side while staying loyal and granting 'Amen' to the 'Fashion'. While it gets sometimes futuristic but still in leather sometimes, we get into beautiful skating 'Bloody Mary' with the Lady going around us on the catwalk. By the end of that, Mother G.O.A.T. is seen again telling us about the birth that was started. Well, the process was not temporal - it is eternal... Coming on we jump and dance to a song that has become one of the Monster Anthems - The romance that we shared was absolutely surreal and toxicated with purity of love. But some people betray the loyal once and that's how Judas took the stage, carrying our Lady into the castle. But the good always wins and after defeating mr. J. we pay tribute to someone really legendary. You still are and will be great, hail to Alexander McQueen. But it is a Gaga-show, so there's nothing left, but to Just Dance in front of her boudoir. By then, we were so used looking at the main stage that I totally forgot about somthing behind us as well. That paid me back with a surprising Love Game coming out from a small bath on the catwalk.

We have a good look on da ass of the Lady while she's dancing her head off with Telephone. Beyonce is once again not there, but we still can sing for her. Honey B, y u never sing with Gaga on stage?

"Mother G.O.A.T.": “It was instantly that this enigmatic fugitive became the host agent and body to a new colony. A colony which would strive to extract our most classified information. A monstrous preparation it was. Training and decoding the creativity of rebellion for one purpose: to invade Earth.”

So it comes to a real rockin' motorcycle stuff so honey, if you ever get there, you'd better be ready for it. You have to earn all the leather you wear, otherwise you're not worthy to do so. We at the Ball wore leather and I'm more than sure that we were enough to do so, so we raised the hell in the streets, drank beer and finally got into trouble. After all, we're Heavy Metal Lovers, baby. You know, Bad Kids.

But no matter what, in our souls we always remain good and willing to be good. So we made our own addition to the show and also paying homage to all our bubble dreams by blowing the air full of soap bubbles and the Lady was sitting on the stage with Asi and (can someone remind me the other dancer's name? I'm trying to recall it and I just can't. Please!), sharing her heart with us, reading our notes and telling us that we can all be free, just as free as our Hair. But drugs can sometimes take over and that means that a Princess will Die. Still however, no matter what, there's something about Yoü And I - running around the catwalk with a flag in hands. 

A pianist with a guitar 
It's not everyday you see something like that. But it's not a church anyway. However, it definitely is a chapel. The Electric Chapel made of glass that has crosses with hearts in it. But then again - you can't be treated by just a piece of meat. Especially when it comes to faux meat as if you were wearing it. And you can't forbid love. Sorry, but this war you will lose, and no Ley Americano will save you. Although you can keep on your Poker Face, you'll still be drawn through a meat processing machine, however, only to arrive back on a meat sofa. With a Spanish boy Alejandro sitting next to you. Cameras can be hunting you, but it's still all your choice if you want to be repressed or not. Each of you has a gun and enough bullets to shoot that bitch down, who keeps you away. “You won’t kill me bitch! You won’t be able to kill our dreams and our rights, this is who we are. Mother G.O.A.T., fly away!" Don't take in any Scheiße or soon enough you'll think that after heavy dancing, the show comes to an end. Still however, there can be surprises - like singing on the Edge of Glory and finally ending up running around the Monster Pit to catch up and Marry The Night.

Now, after it is ended, I still don't feel like I'm parted. No. We became united and that's how we remain. May the Art and Pop serve as a light and may you still love, no matter what.

It isn't hell if everybody knows my name tonight - Lady Gaga

Опять дождь, или ВОПЛЬ!!!!

Вот так вышло, что попал я чудесным образом в немного параллельный мир. Порталы? Преломления времени? О, прошу, не мелочитесь, давно пройденный этап. А вот с билетом пробовали? Готов спорить, что и в голову не приходило. А зря, задумайтесь, пока не поздно, так как очень скоро опаздаете!!
Так, о чём это я...ах да, давно забытый временем и людми кинотеатр, в народе известный как "Октябрь" а ещё более старшему поколению как "Гелиос" вдруг таки умудрился привлечь к себе внимание. Своей ли скрытностью, неприметностью среди огромного количества туристических кафе-ресторанов-магазинов, если честно, то наверно всем понемножку. Оставаяс в стороне от всего этого он представляет т.н. terra incognita в городе, а точнее в такой его части, которая по идее уже некоторое время вполне cognita. Обшарпанные стены и потолок а также манящие к себе лестницы в тёмных уголках и перекладины, с помощью которых вполне возможно получить в качестве сувенира прекрасную (ударение на "красную") шишку - всё это навевало ощущение чего-то очень далёкого, но в тоже время близкого к классике - это просто с какой стороны подойти. Ну и разумеется сцена в лучших традициях концертов. Если бы заблудился и попал туда случайно, то точно решил бы, что Гага решила выбрать местечко поэкзотичнее, нежели Певческое. Но Леди, извиняйте, на сей раз вас обогнали.
Льюис Керролл нам известен ещё с детства - наверное мало таких, кто не читал или даже не слышал про Алису. Да, и именно по этому сие творение о ней не рассказывает, об этом даже поступает прозьба от одного милейшего розоволосого создания - и с этого момента билет начинает работать на полную катушку. Через пару минут безуспешных попыток вникнуть в суть того, чего пытаются до нас довести мысли великого писателя у меня в голове всплывает описание данного творения, что поема изначально являлась абсурдной. На этом я прекратил самостоятельное вникание и вот оно! От лишних мыслей может заболеть голова, а по этому их стоит отключить - поверте, гораздо легче получаешь от актёров наслаждение именно так, а ни как иначе.
Сюжет сией Охоты пересказывать - пустая трата времени. Потому что если посторатся запомнить хоть половину из всего увиденного и попытатся сложить в ясную картину вы приблизите к себе момент желания бросить все на один пахучий овощь. А по сему, чтобы таки удовлетворить любопытство тех, кто его испытывает - мысли, они и есть мысли. Особенно если они, это мысли писателя. В голове каждого более-менее артистичного человека хаос. Но даже хаос можно передать так, что он станет реальностью, из которой не хочется возвращатся. И именно это я почуствовал, когда после последнего поклона Балабон, Барахольшик, Билетер, Болванщик, Бывший судья, Бильярдный М, Банкир, Булочник, Браконьер и Бобер скрылись с наших глаз. Так и хотелось сказать - "вернитесь..."
Ну а первая фраза заголовка - это маленькая незатейливая мыслишка, которая закралась в беспорядок моей головы на выходе из этого земного рая.

И всё-таки осталась дума одна -
как после стольких падений
кастрюля осталась жива?

No question, no answer

For whole day, there has been one single phrase in my mind. It said: I don't care about your war. I care about art. And I'm not yours. Yes, that's three phrases or sentences or name it the way you want. The point stays. You can say - but being able to compete in a war is also art. It's true, because you can make art doing whatever you want. It's just not my kind of one. Bla-bla-bla-defending-defending-bla-bla-bla. It's your war, not mine. I don't care, who started it and I don't pretty much care, how will it resolve. You can eat your guns and vomit bullets if you want but the only thing you breed into this world here is death. You bring death to other people. I'm not saying innocent. Noone is. Not even you. But it is not up to you to decide. Actually, what am I talking about, you're not deciding anything since that moment you took your gun. And from that moment until the second you die, you're not a living thing anymore. Shoot out your bullets how much you want but no matter what you do, we will not be involved.

Just a little more..

...and I'll meet my Heavy Metal Lover!! 4 months!

And listen to this one, this is what I adore:

The celebration of the beginning of The Born This Way Ball Tour!

Since when...

...I started reinventing, everything went upwards again. That feels really good - to leave behind and also gain new and unknown. Speaking of which - this is the biggest way to enjoy - to move, to gain. I did. I really did. They say - You've got to earn your leather in this part of town. And I really think that I did it. No slackering this time. But it's not over. By far not. And again - just the way I like it - whenever one is finished, another one starts. It just can't be boring to live and I intend not to stay on one place. No apathy. Moving on - and you can do it. Yes, you can. I know I can't do it all alone, but for sure I'll give my best to manage to do the most, still however there are those, whose help I really appreciate. The way of helping doesn't matter much, so anyone, who feels involved - big thankyou. To some I've said it already, to some, not yet. Those I've told - you'll get it double then. Others - thankyou again, this way it's equal now. Support matters, it's also important to be able to help yourself. If you can't handle yourself, you can't handle anything in your life, so please, when you feel, that you can't achieve, that you can't do, then literally make yourself to believe that you can. And you will manage. Today I saw a picture and a text underneath, saying that you shouldn't focus on achieving. I agree, but partly. Process is also very important, if you forget, how did you get on top, you will fall immediately. But if you woun't focus on neither of those, you woun't even stand up. You can't spend your life only through spiritualistic stuff, going to very basic level - you don't feed from the Holy Spirit, right? And all the other small and big things you may use for good can't be also taken only through it. Try to see everything. You woun't succeed, but try. The more you try, the more you can.

Trust me, everyone can. So forget about your laziness, lift up your behind, you're not an infant anymore, noone has to take care for you. It's your time. And I believe in you. And if sometimes you find yourself absolutely alone in this world, remember - you always have YOURSELF!

ALZATI IN PIEDI!
Cheers, Alex.

And the 60th post goes to...

...The woman you can only either adore or hate, because she woun't leave anyone cold. It's 22 years since "Sans Logique". Tonight we celebrate this small but also big victory with you, Mylène!



Je t'aime, ma Reine!!

Perché non è freddo!

Moi je veux...

     What do you want? What do I want? I don't know. Sometimes it seems that it's quite clear, other days like today I'm totally clueless. I am dissapointed in YiA, little bit. Not really in them but in people, who organise stuff and choose a suitable time. Just because of their and my choices I (again) cannot go away, see the world and meet people. What can be more awful than 4 walls surrounding you every bloody day or evening? Of course, it depends on the walls. I can recall what the walls of Daugirdiškes created in all us, that was something amazing and I want to regain it once more. But - at totally the same time I have some important exam to do. For a moment I wanted to throw it all al diavolo, but in this case, three years of my life would've been checked out. Thinking back now, I'd name them "the years of hooker and prostitution", because right now it seems that instead of gaining something I totally sold out myself to someone else and he took ride on back for the whole time. Some months ago he wanted to do it again, but this time my answer was clear "No and never again". You have your own donkeys to ride on, I woun't let you on my back any more. And I'm not sorry. I've been told sometimes that I am being too cruel sometimes. It's not the torture chamber that has made me like that, no. It's something else, maybe the way I see the world. Not always, but sometimes it looks like quite hopeless place to be. And what's more dissapointig at that moment - that I myself ain't a better man to be over it. Here I want to take a big bow for mlle Mylène Farmer - and her les mots. Seriously, these need and deserve to be heard and understood, it's fascinating, how much glory and happiness can be in them, but at the same time some sweet sadness (at this moment, bow to Laurent Boutonnat and Moby for music). Have you ever felt, that you are like a musical instrument yourself, or as it is inside of you? Somewhere deep and not in the head. Like she said, bulle, mais non de chagrin (actually bulle de chagrin, but not for me). I forgive her Sois moi, and feel sorry that I prejudiced Bleu Noir. Right now, listening it, especially the title that is similar to the title of this post and feel like regenerating and going out. No, not to party, club is not the place I can relax. The too loud music there makes my ears bleed. Well, again, depends on the place. More less-hi-tech oriented, more like house party-styled can really be a good one to have a drink or two. Strange, but in all the places I've been to, I never find the only drink I want to try. No Sand and Blood (or vice versa, que mas da), absolutely nowhere. How is it possible? Oh well, but now it's probably time to go. A nice marsroute through the city, today it's perfect thing to do. Yes, it's just another way to spend your friday more usefully than sitting in front of the screen. Moi je veux un peu d'air.

Baisers,
Alex

I love that lavender blonde...

...or as I've already said, what could possibly be better than a walk in the evening, when the weather doesn't really show it's bright side? Nothing. And fuck the weather. Today was 200x special than any other walks. Why? Because it's somewhat difficult to encounter someone you know on the streets at that time and place. Nevertheless - Minnu! Really, very unexpected, but pleasure indeed, I'll remember those hugs for a long-long time now. Walking around I even managed to forget, that I've lost my voice some days ago. What can emotions do with you, every time I discover new things. Walking around in the japanese garden with 'Edge of Glory' is today's moment of the month. Truly, a bit sad, but at the same time happier than anything else. If only my stomach didn't hurt, I'd probably take a lovely walk back home (yes, it is far, but lenghts don't really bother me. And neither should they bother you as well, distance is good!). But the tram-trolleybus ride was also pleasurable enough. Yees...

Besos,
Alex.

В городе "Ночи" белые сочи...

...and yes, I wrote what I wanted to write, there is no mistake. Just an awesome quote from an awesome day I got to spend and I think this is the way to do it - 10 or even more km a day on foot - after that your feet may hurt a bit but you know you've certainly got your benefit. It's not that I don't have anything to write about, it's that I don't have much time to do it. So, probably will add some stuff later, but today's morning is about to get crazy! As for that, I'm off to do some crazy stuff.

Besos!
Alex.

Je compose ma vie...

... or what you can get from an absolutely different phrase from a song. About a paradise which is abandoned and artifical. And believe me, this song is worth listening to, although many don't share my musical taste which is, indeed, somewhat different from what is listenened around me. But I don't really care, I have a right on my opinion, thank God.
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I'm becoming more and more convinced in that good music and a walk somewhere can remedy you from whatever sorrow. Today I got my first F and truth to say not very happy due to that fact. Not to forget that I was awake until 4 am, so I had only 4 hours of sleep. Nevertheless, understanding that I ain't a good essay writer today, instead I had a meal and took off into the city. Narva mnt is a perfect place to walk by, it's long and today it had a lot of snow. It was snowing I mean and soon I realised that my hair is almost totally white and I cannot get the snow out of it anymore because it was frozen. Funny enough actually, when I got onto my trolleybus (btw, have you ever tried to sit on a wheel instead of a seat? It's surrealistic, but fun at the same time. Also a bit cold, but I don't give a damn), it all started melting and soon water was running down somewhere behind my ears. That wasn't very pleasant, but you can deal with everything you need to, right? Good. And now, a cup of hot and nice tea, some concert and I'll be probably going to sleep. When, I don't really know yet.

PS. If the one, who ordered me to go to sleep right now is reading this, sorry :) I'm not going anywhere.
PPS. And the previous one is not a relative of mine, if someone was wondering.

Besos,
Alex.

I don't want your money...

...I want your soul honey. Seriously, I think that every examinator in the world thinks like that when he/she composes one. Okay, I don't complain actually, but it's interesting, how can a song give you a thought you could've never think of before?
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So yea, blogging may not be so popular anymore, at least not among my friends, but I want to keep it alive. Just to have it when I'll have nothing to read anymore. Although I hope that this moment will never arrive.
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Never mind the previous things I wrote, I'm not very serious about them anyway. So...it's interesting enough, how very spontaneous things can give you different inspirations. Dis moi, has ever a bus ride given you enough strenght and belief in yourself that you can work with one book for a day (ok afternoon but still) and a night with almost no pauses and go to work afterwards? Today, I got that feeling, accepted the challenge. Yeah, and I am not going to give up. Moreover, I have motivation to work swiftly, if I want to get some sleep.
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Sometimes I ask myself a question. A strange one. The question is always in French, because it's the only language where it sounds right. To what I serve - sounds quite stupid in my opinion. À quoi je sers? - sounds much better. And last few weeks it's the only question that has been on my mind. Really - studies and work, good. But all in all - why, what? Does it benefit me in any way? And the more I ask, the more I feel, that yes. I don't care about material benefit though, personal satisfaction is much more significant at that point. And I feel that FIRST - yes, being on stage (well, almost) does really give me one. A very big one, that big, that after everything is over, I feel that a light is somehow switched off. Perhaps I just miss them that much, no matter how busy or tired am I? SECOND - well, a language has never been a bad thing to know. Especially if it's somehow connected with the first thing. I did not put them in the importancy order, because they are equal and I don't really know, how to make them co-exist. But I will succeed no doubt.

Besos,
Alex.