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Ahh
I'm still here
But really got nothing special to say
See ya

I'm still here

One more meaningless posting in this blog. Guess one day I'll turn to it and begin to write here more often. But that day hasn't come yet for sure.

Sometimes I'm afraid that my english skills are below some reasonable level. And I'm doomed to live in monolingual reality since then. But it seems that skills are quite ok. Maybe little more training in auding and speaking. And reading. And writing. So...

wah wah

i'm here!

just have no time for blogging.

that's all for today.

that's the way I like it

It's me again. Almost a year passed since I've been here. Glad to share some good news. I got a daughter! It's so amazing that I can't pick up proper words to speak about it.

My life is getting stranger every day. I even recalled one word from my well-forgotten student past: "estrangement" (in Russian "остраннение"). Even if I can't remember the correct meaning of that term I'll use it here. Just in case.

Here's the picture on google demand "остраннение":

I like it very much, frankly.

hipke, zwipke, cleotz!

Yo, my dear bloody-english-speaking diary.

My life is more and more unbelievable each day. So I've not even the slightest idea where to start my sudden and obscure confessions about the way I live.

I lost a friend - a smart and talented woman - cancer.
I seem to be on my way to become a real Dad - in the end of september, I guess.
I turned out (neck and crop) fucking journalistics, left all my jobs (that was the happiest moment of the worker inside me - that guy got a vacation with an open date, at last) and - trick-track! - unexpectedly changed into a scriptwriter. When my imperishable babble will be movieficated - I'll let you know.

I think this time I shouldn't leave without a picture.
Here it is.

from http://www.coverbrowser.com/covers/worst-album-covers/2

summer is gone, fall is here, so fucking what

They say that The Slavs had their New Year on the 1st of September (though they certainly called this month in some other way). So I survived just another Happy New Year and now I'm ready to gather in the harvest. And also I've started a new life. All the data concerning my new life is classified. So I can't speak of it anymore. Bye.