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[09 February 2010, 12:20]

Wah, time sure flies too fast, it's 9th february already

January was busy month: holidays,university and diploma etc. My life was really in chaos

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Happy New 2010 Year!!!!

[01 January 2010, 01:10]

I wish you a Happy New Year!! And I hope,that this year would be even better than last year!! Love you guys <3
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Dorama Yamato Nadeshiko Shinchi Henge

[01 December 2009, 12:47]

I just heard that in january will be broadcast dorama Yamato Nadeshiko Shinchi Henge with Oomasa Aya and Kamenashi Kazuya (jpop group KAT-TUN)

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Hurray!!!

[01 December 2009, 12:35]

The university finally gave sample themes for diplomas )) I just need to choose...
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Otomen

[26 October 2009, 15:32]

Just now finished watching 8th episode of japanese dorama Otomen...
Okada Masaki as Asuka so cute and adorable
I guess I should begin to read manga Otomen by Kanno Aya




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Things we never said...

[24 October 2009, 02:30]

Looking through posts in the old blog, I stumbled upon a story that was found in textbook of English...
This story was very touching...

Things we never said by Fiona Goble

He saw her from behind and recognized her immediately. He walked faster until he was just ahead of her, then turned round, wondering whether to smile. It didn't seem like fifteen years. She didn't see him at first. She was looking in a shop window. He touched the sleeve of her jacket.
„Hello, Amanda“ he said gently. He knew he hadn't made a mistake. Not this time. For years he kept thinking he'd seen her – at bus stops, in pubs, at parties.
„Peter!“ As she said his name, her heart quickened. She remembered their first summer together. They'd lain together by the river at Cliveden. They were both 18 and he'd rested his head on her stomach, twisting grass in his fingers, and told her that he couldn't live without her.
„I'm surprised you recognize me.“ he said, burying his hands in the pockets of his coat.
„Really?“ She smiled. In fact she'd been thinking about him a lot recently. „You haven't moved back here, have you?“ Surely not, she thought. She knew he loathed the place. Even at 18, he couldn't wait to leave and travel the world.
„Good heavens no.“ He said „I'm still in London.“
She looked at him. He looked the same. He hadn't begun to go bald like so many of the men she knew, but his shoulders were broader and his face slightly rounder.
„ I came back for the funeral.“ he continued. „My father's. A heart attack. It happened very suddenly.“
„I'm sorry.“ She said, though she wasn't really. She remembered him telling her about how his father used to beat him regulary until he was 16 and grew too tall.
„Thank you.“ he said to her, though he felt nothing for his dead father, just a relief for his mother. She'd be happier without him. She'd been trying to pluck up courage to leave him for years.
„And I take it that you're not living back here either?“
„I'm in London, too.“ she said. She pushed her hair behind her ears in a gesture he hadn't forgotten.
„Just back for my sister's wedding tomorrow.“
„That's nice.“ he said, though his only memory of Amanda's sister was a rather plump, boring 12-year-old.
„Yes.“ she agreed, feeling that her baby sister's wedding only served to spotlight her own series of failed relationships
„And your parents?“ he asked „They're well?“
„Fine.“ She remembered how he'd always envied her middle-class parents, who ate foreign food and took exotic holidays.
„Are you rushing off somewhere?“ he asked.
„No, I'm just killing time, really.“
„Then I suggest we kill it together. Let's grab a coffee.“
They walked towards Gaby's, a small cafe just off the high street. They had spent hours there when they had first met, laughing and holding hands under the table, and discussing their plans for the future over cups of coffee. They sat opposite each other. He ordered the coffee.
„And so, Peter, did you become a foreign correspodent?“ she asked, remembering the places they dreamed of visiting together – India, Morocco, and Australia.
„Not exactly.“ he said. „I'm a lawyer, believe it or not.“ She looked at his clothes, and she couldn't believe it. They were a far cry from the second-hand shirts and jeans he'd worn as a student.
„You enjoy it?“ she asked.
„Yes.“ he lied. „And you? Are you a world famous artist?“
He'd always loved her pictures. He remembered the portrait of herself which she'd painted for him for his twentieth birthday. He still had it.
„Well,...no.“ She tried to laugh. She wondered if he still had her self-portrait. She'd stopped painting years ago. He looked at her hair, cascading in dark unruly waves over her shoulders. He could see a few white hairs now, but she was still very beautiful.
„So.“ he said „What are you up to?“
„Nothing much.“ she said. „I've tried a few things.“ She didn't want to tell him about succession of temporary jobs that she'd hoped might lead to something more permanent but never had.
„So you're not painting at all?“
„Only doors and walls.“ she joked, and he laughed politely. She remembered the evenings they'd spent in the small bedsit that they rented in their last term at college. He'd sit for hours just watching her paint. She filled sketch book after sketch book.
„So where are you in London?“ she asked.
„North.“ he said. It was a three-bedroom flat in Hampstead. Nice in an empty kind of way. He thought about all the evenings he wished he had someone to come home to.
„And you?“ he asked, after a pause.
„South. It's okay, I rent a room.“ She thought of the small unfashionable part of Clapham. „But I'm thinking of buying somewhere. It's one of the reasons I came home. I want to sort things out a bit.“ she sighed, thinking about the letters from him that she'd found in her old bedroom. She'd been reading them only yesterday.
„Oh, Peter, I don't know why I left that day.“ she said at last. He looked up at her.
„It's all right.“ he said, remembering the evening she hadn't come back to the bedsit.
„We were young. Young people do things like that all the time.“ he added, knowing that this wasn't true, knowing that he hadn't deserved such treatment. He thought of all the letters he'd sent to her parents' home. He'd written every day at first, begging her to return or at least to ring him. He'd known even then that he would never meet anyone like her again.
„I suppose you're right.“ She swallowed hard, trying to hide her disappointment and hurt that he seemed to have no regrets.
„Well, I ought to be going.“ she said.
„Already? I thought you had time to kill.“
„I did.“ she said, blinking to hold back the tears. „But I ought to get back now to help my mother with the wedding.“
„I understand.“ he said, though he didn't. Surely her parents would understand?
„Shall I give you my phone number. Perhaps we could meet up?“
„Perhaps.“ she said.
He wrote his telephone number on the back of the bill and tucked it into the zipped compartment of her handbag.
„Thanks. Goodbye, Peter.“
„Goodbye, Amanda.“
Years later, every so often, she still checked that compartment to make sure his number was there.


This story gave me thought-provoking...
I was pity for the heroes...
If only they found the strength to tell each other the truth,how they feel in reality...
It's better to regret what was done, than to suffer all life about what wasn't...

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Lack of time...

[10 October 2009, 10:06]


I haven't been here for sooooooooo long!
I'm sorry .. time just sorely lacking ...
I have my last year at university, in the summer was my study practice, so all summer I was working in the touristic company..
Even now, all my time is for University, soon I shall have to choose a theme for a diploma and begin to write it..

P.S. If anyone have send me a message and I haven't respond, please send it again..
I have some problems with my Inbox.
I remember well, that there was some messages, I was thinking how to reply, but now there nothing...
I think I could have press "Delete all"...I'm baka, I know...
And I don't remember well what was in these messages,so it's impossible to me to reply..
Please, be so kind and send it again. Thanks

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Jeans, shopping and my little pieces of joy^^

[13 April 2009, 14:47]

Yesterday my favorite jeans died T_T
Well, maybe not die, but they in koma...I can't wear it anymore (T-T )(ToT)( T-T)
I am in depression.
I am really fond them.
Today I went shopping...I bought new jeans, I already like them, they have such beautiful blue color ^^
Also I bought very cute bag *_*


My mom said that I'm really childish ^^
Ah, I also bought pack of 100 DVD+R Verbatim, my 50 units pack will end soon, so I decided that if I have some extra money I must buy it ^^ Now I can burn some anime and dorama on them without fear that they end at time, when they will be needed the most
 

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My Life

[08 April 2009, 12:48]

Heh, it was long since my last post.Over 2 months...
Well, I'm on my 4th year in University, it can't be helped ^^
Also, my mom become business woman,but she already working at 2 companies (she is a chief accountant), so I need to help with documents etc.Even my father works on mom...I think my younger brother would like to work on mom when he'd turn 18...Something like family business^^
World Financial Crisis *sigh*
I and my brother haven't got pocket money since october...well, to be honest, I don't care, while I have my internet bills paid by my parents^^ My parents also pay for my clothes, so I'm happy as I am. But it's seems that my brother not like me...well, he's 15yo, teenager, he want to go to movies etc. Sometimes I feel sorry for him..But I always tell him, that in world a huge number of people who live far worse than us, and we are still lucky and must appreciate what we have.

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Life is unpredictable

[02 February 2009, 08:03]

Yesterday, my aunt died ...
I and all my relatives are in shock, everything happened so suddenly ...
She was only 42 years old, so young!
Uncle is insane, constantly crying and said he want die ...
But he must live for their 1 years old daughter!
Lose a loved one is always difficult, for more they are get merried only 2 years ago...
May she rest in peace.
We miss you!!! T___T

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Weekend

[30 November 2008, 16:36]

For the first time in recent times, I can say that the weekend was great!!!
From Friday to Saturday I was with my friends and we have drinking party...
First was beer in cafe, but in 3 am we agreed, that we need go to my home and drink vodka )))
It was fun!!
I still in high spirits! ( ^^)Y☆Y(^^ )

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Past few days...

[28 November 2008, 06:02]

Over the past few days, I made as much as it wasn't done in the past 2 months ))
I have finally been reached my teacher of Spanish and passed exam.
That still does not fit on my head, it's mystery how i was able to pass it.
It's not like I stupid or something, but I'm very lazy and because of that I don't come to the lectures often...
I prefer to spend time behind a computer.
My comp - my lover for life *giggle*
I know, that's not good skip my university, but I can't do anything about it, so lazy-bones I am.
Well, the day before yesterday I finally reached the destination, find my teacher and here I am, passed my exam )))
Celebrating already 3 days @__@
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Language Preference...

[25 November 2008, 15:11]

I'm biggest freak all over the world!!!
I don't like read manga in russian, although russian is my native language.
Most of all I like English scanlations..
Maybe because subconsciously I understand that the English translation less distorted than at the Russian...
It is the same with anime and dorama subs, I prefer English the most...

P.S. Even now I'm reading manga ''Spicy Pink'' by YOSHIZUMI Wataru scanlated by J-SiS ^__^

P.P.S. Ah, and for more, I really enjoy reading Japanese RAWS, although I understand only some kanji #^___^#
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My 1st post

[25 November 2008, 12:48]

Ha ha, after 4 years of silence I finally post here XDD
After all, I decide to try to maintain this diary...
I want to increase number of my friends, because I am very shy, so this is a sort of psychotherapy ^__^
But the main reason: I want to improve my English skills, primarily because I have lack of experience in communicating on it...I well understand English, but to talk on it is very difficult for me... I have always had problems with grammar and lack of experience makes it worse Т__Т
So if I make mistakes, have no hesitation, to correct me, I will just appreciate it!
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