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would i really do anything for that? mm.. yea.. i d..

[Oct. 1st, 2006|11:21 pm]

[	mood	\|	creative	]
[	music	\|	Mad Caddies - Drinkn 4 11	]

so.. guys...
kendim ettim kendim buldum dielim gitsin.. nasi anlatsam nerden baslasam? kas kisiydik o zaman bak kac kisi kaldik simdi? bodrum bodrum xD hehe

yok ya.. bisi oldugu yok.. bi sik gectigi yok hayatimda. hersey ayni oldugu yerde sekiyo. gerci oldugu yerde seken benim. hayatimi ben bole yonlendiriyorum. malmiyim neyim. ay estafulla.. ama olur ya istemez canin bisi yapmak.. icinden gelmez.. ha iste bu bende nedense pek sik oluo rusya cevresine girince. bilmem artik havasindan mi suyundan mi.. bi kasvet war sanki nedendir bilinmez. bole bi kara bulutlu yere girmisim her an bi sik olabilirmis gibi. ne diyelim, hayirlisi.
bugun fight club i bi daha izledim.. ve dusunuorum.. ne olucam ben? isletmeci.. napicam ben? hayatm boyunca calisicam. sonum ne? maximum guzel bi kariyer biraz para ev araba vs... ne kadar alisilmis..
herkesin yaptigi bu degilmi zaten. hayir farkim ne? yine gebericem herkes gibi.. bak zaman ne kadar hizli gecio. daha dun gibi benim dogum gunum ama oysa bugun iremin dogum gunuydu.. 21 yasina basti ve yavas yavas yaslaniyo. oda olucek.. allah gecinden versin.. ama onunda hic bi farki olmicak.. oysa herkes nekadar onem veriyor.. herkes kendisi ve ailesi icin ne kadar farkli dierlerinden.. ya da ben mi cok duygusalim? oyle goruyorum. herkes farkli sonucta. herkesin kendi baska dusuncesi var ya da yok. herkes biyerlere gelicek ya da gelemicek.. ama sonucta herkes ayni bok degilmi.. herkes bir sperm. iste bunu anlamiyorum. herkesin ne oldugu belli.. peki oyleyse neden herkes birbirine dusman gibi? kedi kopek gibi? yok sen rus spermisin ama ben turk spermi.. eskiden rusyami war di aq.. ya da turkiye. konu burda irkciliga girdi.cunku bu aralar cok rastlamaya basladim icq yada skype yada zorpia da bu tip insanlara. sen turksun yazma bana. ay sende cok sikimdesin hani. hayir bir arkadasimin bir sitede yazdigi bir yazidan size bir parca yazman istiyorum burda...

iyi ya da kotu millet yoktur. dogru ya da yanlis dinde yoktur. iyi ya da kotu insan vardir!insanlari milletlerine dayanarak iyi ya da kotu diye yargilamak yanlistir. her insan farklidir.

e baska bisi demeyede gerek yok zaten.
bunun haricinde simdi burdan konu kapitalizme.. anti emperyalizme... kadar sapabilirki bu sapmalari onlemek icin bi dur diyelim. hic gerek yok konulari oralara kadar getirmeye. insanlar arasindaki bu sinif farkini burda belirtmeye ve sonucta her insanin bi sperm oldugunu yinelemeye.
iste benden size bir salak yazi daha. nice yeni salak yazilarda bulusmak arzusuyla..

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ewe 1 den ymer..

[Sep. 30th, 2006|08:12 pm]

[	mood	\|	blank	]
[	music	\|	slipknot - circle	]

ve bir gun daha boyle bitti.. hicbirsey yapmadan, bitirdigim bu gunun sonunda sonsuz bir boslugun beni icine cektigini goruyorum. yawas yawas bombos bi adam olma yolunda ilerliorum.

simdi soleyin bana bu devirde bir insana nasil guvenilir? yani insanlar raydan bu kadar cikmisken, herkes birbirini aldatirken ve ben bunlarin hepsine en rezil sekilde sahit olurken nasil olurda ben saglikli bir insan olarak diger insanlara guvenebilirim?
daha 2 gun once skype da tanistigim bi hatun 4 yillik erkek arkadasi oldugunu ve onu cok sevdigini soylemise tagmen benimlede baska seylerin olabileceini vurgulaya vurgulaya tekrar etmesi.. kisaca gel beni sik die inlemesi.. bilmiorum. zaten paranoyak bi manyaktim.. simdi ise tam bi klinik vaka olarak yolumda ilerliorum.
gercekten bu olay beni etkiledi.. hayir daha onceleride cok siktim bole insanlari sorun degil o.. evli kadin bile vardi.. ama sanirsam 22 yas.. artik sikmeden once bile beynim calisabilio. bir erkek olarak.. ve bukadar azgin bir erkek olmama ragmen.. ben bile bu kizdan IGRENDIM! ama yinede sikicem.. kaltak..

aman sonum bole olmasin... mucuk, tak tak tak..

caresiz, derbeder, ortalarda ...

[Sep. 29th, 2006|07:18 pm]

[	mood	\|	crappy	]
[	music	\|	Alice in Chains - Dont follow (acoustic)	]

yine salak bi gunun sonunda salak yazilarimla karsinizdayim sevgili okuyucularim. sizinle paylasacak pek birseyim yok, aslina bakarsaniz hicbirseyim yok. bunu soylerkende utanmiyorum. kendime yeni belalar ve sorunlar ararmis gibi bizim siniftan bi kizi bizim yurttan bi oglana ayarladim. iyi bok yedim.. simdi bu oglan hergun benim odaya gelicek su kizla nette muhabbet etmek icin. ilginctir ki baskalarina kari bulabiliorumda, kendime bulamiorum. demekki ben kendim sorunluyum be kardesim. aman vurus vurus.. of ki ne of. zaten kime nasil guvenceksin bu cagda bunuda bilmiorum. aman kim bilioki sanki. herkes birbirinin arkasindan baskasiyla yatio.
bu cinli bu bilgisayarinin sesini kismassa kafasini sikicem, cumlesinin ortasinda kakti kisti..
ulan bu adamlar ruhumu okuyo serefsizim.. ee koylusu bile bi insan.. anam anam nese kesiyim burda ben yoksa baktim konu sapiyo olmadik yerlere gidiyo ve benim asabim bozuluo.
aman cok duzgun bir asaba sahibimde sanki simdi bozuldu kendileri. nese sittir edelim..
hade eyw.
(amina koyim bide su yemeyi bi sessiz yeseler, sapurdatma laaaan gozunu siktigiiiim)

yea my start menu)) hehe xD

kemanimla sana bir ses verebilseydim eger..

[Sep. 28th, 2006|01:41 pm]

[	mood	\|	curious	]
[	music	\|	Sublime - Santeria	]

ne? nasil? nerde?
ne sarkidir tanrim.. sevdim bir genc kadini, ansam onun adini, hersey beni ona baglar, kalbim durmadan aglar.. askim hic sonmeyecek, giti o donmeyecek, uzun yillar gecse bile, yasarim hayaliyle! kemanimla ona bir ses verebilseydim eger, o sesimle ona ersem bana dunyaya deger..
ya oyle iste tek eksigim keman calmayi bilmiyorum, gitardan ses versem uyar mi?))
okuldan geldim, tikindim yapicak hicbi isim yok. icimden bisi yapmakta gelmio. hergun bizim cinli ile okula gidip duruyoruz. umarim bi ise yarar ilerde)
havalar yavas yavas soguo. iyy yine -10 -20 -30 ya of ya aq bole iklimin afedersin! hatta affetmesende koyim! ah guzel evim ah.. sole salonda kanepeye uzansam inek gibi, acsam televizyonumu, aksama kadar avrupa yakasi izlesem))
o gunlerde gelecek insalla, gerci ben o gunlerden daha yeni geliyorum ama nese)) dayanicaz artik) zaten geride ne kaldiki, kim kaldi? cevabini bilmedigin sorulari sorma = ahahaha neydi o salak dizinin adi.. esi benzeri gorulmemis cumlelerin agizlardan ciktigi, mafyalarin bulundugu polis vs vs. nese iste ordan bi cumle sizlere. bol bol gulun. ay bide bu cumleyi soylerkenki ciddiyeti hala aklimda.. DANA! heh)
so guyz, am off, hehe)

hehe ))

[Sep. 26th, 2006|02:07 am]

[	mood	\|	bored	]
[	music	\|	Zhang fen spit! ne mogy slywat!	]

herkes birilerinden birseyler bekliyor ama asil merak ettigim gercekten kimler birseyler icin cabaliyor. aman sacmaliyorum bu cumleyi yazmamisim gibi bastan baslicam. silmeye bile useniorum. tanrim ne rezalet gunler geciriorum. salak salak hisler. gerizeklai kizlarla mal mal iliskiler. aslinda en komigi ise buraya simdi bunlari turkce yazmam. cok merak ediyorum, bu yaziyi 10 sene sonra okuyunca kendimi hangi assagilik sifatlarla adlandiricam))
zaten ben kendimeait olan neyi begendimki?)
guzel, peki bundan sonra? yarin yine ders ondan sonraki gun yine, ve yine ve yine.. moskovaya kitli kalmak) aslinda ankaraya kitli kalmaktan iyi. polyannanin gotunu sikmisler ami kurtardik demis))
ya bole iste. evdeyken burayi ozlersin, ne varsa burda. burdayken evi ozlersin ne kaldiysa evde.. iki arada sikismis bi hayatin wardir, kendin farkinda olamazsin bu kosusturma icerisinde.. hayatin akar gider ellrinden, hissetmessin bile. canin acir, 2 kultur arasinda kalakalirsin, kendi kulturunden ne kaldiki gunune, bunu hic sorgulamassin.gunler birbirini kovalar, sen 22 yasina basarsin, az kaldi zamanin, hala bos isler ile ugrasirsin, bi sikede yaramassin!
oh!

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[Sep. 25th, 2006|02:38 am]

[	mood	\|	crushed	]
[	music	\|	Dropkick Murphys - Oi Oi Oi	]

people ask me what does Oi Oi Oi mean? NUTTIN! ok? hehe)) its something like mimic u know.. but theres also a band oi oi oi and also a song which is playing here right now))someone told me that it means hi in portugese, but who knows.. am not sure about it.
am i selfish? well yea but who s not? i was just thinkn bout it.. why? not important.
mm today.. am really tired. how was my bd..
not bad. concert was cool. the best thing is, am still alive)))
i ve just found that lyrics in my old wallet.

people dont know about the things i say n i do
they dont understand about the shit that i ve been through
its been so long since i ve been home
i ve been gone 4 a way 2 long
maybe i 4got all the things i miss
o somehow i know theres more 2 life than this
i said it 2 many times and still stand firm
`u get what u put in n people get what they deserve`
but still i aint seen mine..
no i aint seen mine, only God knows why!

hahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahaa

[Sep. 22nd, 2006|12:14 am]

[	mood	\|	sick	]
[	music	\|	Anathema - Angelica	]

4erez 2 goda ewe raz vstretimsa s toboi Anathema) kak v4era pomnu.. tam staial gde to 2 chisa. ves den Giray zvonil mne 4tobi powel tyda rano, no ya ne slywal ego. on bil na 1oopare, a ya po4ti na poslednoi.kogda smotrel na VIP side.. tam videl Mine s ego parenom. 4erez god, videl ee.. i shock bil konewno. ne znal 4e skazat, i konewno ni4e ne skazal. ni4e ne nado bilo skazat) togda igral `One Last Goodbye`. ne znau kak ti pisal ety pesnu Danny no ofiget prosto.
a ewe poslednaia pesnia, cover bila)) Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb. da ne ploxo igrali. i posle etoi pesni, ewe raz tam videl Mine. da pizdec. a potom pisal sms komy to, i 4erez nedeli bil s nei)
vot kak bistro vse prowlo.

~
in my dreams i can c u, i can tell u, how i feel.
in my dreams i can hold u and it feels so real.
i still feel the pain..
still feel ur love..
~

bilet moi starii)

podpiiiiiiiiisss))plss))

[Sep. 16th, 2006|11:05 pm]

[	mood	\|	tired	]
[	music	\|	shades apart - stranger by the day	]

ves den byxal blin i wa piwy prosto 4tobi pisal segodnia.. ni4e ne xo4etsa blin i mne v 6 ytra vstavat i vstretitsa s drygim dolbaebom.nadeus ne prosplu(

i hope that she ll call when she ll come here..

xexe))

kak ya ninavijy...

[Sep. 14th, 2006|09:27 pm]

[	mood	\|	melancholy	]
[	music	\|	AFI-LeavingSong	]

zavtra mne ewe raz tyda nado.. pizdec prosto. ebannii prepodi, nixyia ne delaut krome mozgi ebat. i ya blin tam sijy na kontse pari. lox takoi v ynivere. sdelal segodnia 1 animatsiu. blin vaweee prikolno sdelal v etom raze! ya molodec. ploxo 4to ya ne znau kak syda postavit. daj ne znau 4to mojno ili net)da vse ravno ydalu wa skoro)

-

realized that am losing all the people around me. it feels like in the end i ll be all alone. i dunno. i cant even trust myself. cos all my fuckn feelings can change in a minute. how can i trust someone, and how can i want someone to trust me while even i dont trust myself?
its bullshit.im so lost.. so fuckn lost.

Nazim Hikmet (Назым Хикмет)	[Sep. 13th, 2006\|09:52 pm]
Nazim Hikmet (RAN) (1902, Salonica - June 3, 1963, Moscow) Poet, playwright, novelist, memoirist -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- В России этого человека уже забыли. Трудно сказать, помнят ли его на родине. (konewno mi vse pomnim ego!) Назым Хикмет Ран был поразительно красивый человек. Высокий, рыжий, голубоглазый, с орлиным носом и чеканными чертами лица. Ещё он был общителен, весел, хлебосолен и органически талантлив в искусстве доставлять людям хорошее настроение. Коммунист-поэт Хикмет стал заложником политической ситуации в родной стране. Режим Мустафы Кемаля Ататюрка и созданной им Народно-республиканской партии придерживался своеобразной линии во внешней и внутренней политике: европеизация, светское государство, независимость сочетались с национализмом, мнимым нейтралитетом с ориентацией на Германию, настороженным отношением к СССР и резко враждебным отношением к коммунистам. 17 лет Хикмет провёл в тюрьмах. А затем произошло нечто любопытное. Незадолго до конца срока Хикмета перевели в тюрьму города Трабзон на черноморском побережье. Откуда он в 1950-м, едва выйдя на волю, якобы бежал на вёсельной лодке в СССР. Человек с больным сердцем прошёл сотню километров на вёслах, ночью, без компаса и ориентиров... Романтика? Скорее, политика. Надо полагать, коммунисту Хикмету дали возможность беспрепятственно уйти в эмиграцию, чтобы не обострять и без того скверные отношения с могучим соседом. В СССР Хикмет стал непременным членом Всемирного совета мира. Изучил русский язык – не любил зависеть от других, не терпел приставленных к нему мидовцев и чекистов-азербайджанцев. Много писал, выступал, ездил по странам соцлагеря. Советскую действительность оценивал объективно, однако не считал возможным хулить хозяйские пироги – откровенен был только с теми, кому доверял. Например, с Константином Симоновым. Все, вспоминавшие Хикмета, приводили его слова, которыми он начинал разговор с любым, даже незнакомым человеком: "Слушай, брат..." Он умер сразу. Встав утром с постели, прошёл в прихожую к почтовому ящику, взял свежую газету – и перестал быть ещё прежде, чем осел на пол: мгновенная остановка сердца. Из русских переводов стихов Хикмета навсегда отпечатались в памяти только эти строки: Если я гореть не буду, Если ты гореть не будешь, Если мы гореть не будем, Кто тогда рассеет мрак? Он был светлый человек. И теперь уже не важно, великий поэт или просто поэт. -Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example- I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation.- (Yasamak sakaya gelmez, buyuk bir ciddiyetle yasayacaksin bir sincap gibi mesela, yani, yasamanin disinda ve otesinde hicbir sey beklemeden, yani butun isin gucun yasamak olacak.) Ya tolko segodnia bil na ego mogile. Topragi bol olsun.
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on the back of the bus..

[Sep. 13th, 2006|12:55 am]

[	mood	\|	tired	]
[	music	\|	PinkFloyd - ComfortablyNumb	]

hell yea what a fuckn day i had?!!!
sna4ala poexal v weremetovo, a potom yznal 4to oni priexali v weremetovo2, i potom tyda poexal i s nimi vstretilsa.poexali v gostinitsy a potom na arbat a potom na leninskii a potom v vdnx.. blin.. koro4, segodnia zaebalsa!
a zavtra ewe raz naverno((
anyway, segodnia 4ego to ya vawe ponial. ya pizdec paranoiak.. i takim bil. a dymal 4to izmenilsa, sei4as lu4we blabla. nea blin xyje! pizdec! mm iwy naverno kogo to.. potom vse vremia naidy .. i blin sam ot nee yidy.. ne mogy bit ni s kem. ne xo4etsa verit, i poetomy ne xo4etsa bit..i just feel like i lost all the feelings i had.but its not true cuz everytime when i lose someone, it hurts. but i cant do anythin. cant control my brain. all the time it works. and creates lots of fuckn things, even when im busy.then i cant be adapted.i feel like she uses me, abuses me.. shit. nuttin real. paranoia. fck it.

"Someone Lost A Heart"

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Die EMO Die ! ! !

[Sep. 12th, 2006|01:11 am]

[	mood	\|	crazy	]
[	music	\|	Good Charlotte - The Day I Die	]

Emo : Emotional blabla... wearing black, pink, purple, and songs about their gfs dead or somethn like that shit.. and all the time they are ready to cry..
emo.. new trend, to make money. using music to make trade. and stupid people go and buy these stuff.. like what?
that proves us.. `Am I Emo?` doing that fuckn photo, a cover...
try to make a new trend, make more money..

NO u R NOT EMO!!!

This Is EMO!!! ))) xuhauha

So as i said in the Subject of that diary..
DIE EMO DIE!!! )) xahauha

kalbime saplandin bir ok gibi ve hayatim inan bok gibi... ))

[Sep. 11th, 2006|12:44 am]

[	mood	\|	chipper	]
[	music	\|	Sokak Kopekleri..	]

oi blin sokak kopekleri igraet..
i blin ya takoi without balance)) kak mne nravitsa eta gryppa vawe.., a nikak ne mog bit na ix konserte. vo sei4as nawa komnata ewe raz kak malenkii Pekin.. xexe) blin davno ne y4ilsa pokitaskii.. nado ewe y4itsa. i nado konewno rysskii toj. oi oi nado mnogo 4ego to delat.. no blia len. zavtra ne poidy v yniver. a vo vtornik toj. boleu blia iz za etogo kitaitsa)) a ewe vo vtornik nado mne s etimi tyrkami vstretitsa v aeroporty. yda4i mne. tolko 4to govoril s babywkoi)) ahaha sprawivaet, 4e ya xo4y iz tyrtsii? ona xo4et mne prislat s otsom. i ya xo4y borek ahaha with spinach))) hell yea am lil bit dumb)) a kto skazal chto ya ymnii? daj esli ktoto eto 4itaet, toj ne dymau chto on ili ona normalnii.. kakoi dyrak mojet chitat takoi dnevnik vawe.. pizdec prosto))
a mne prislali fotky segodnia.. dryzia v Antalii.. govoriat tam wa im xorowo otdixaut blabla..

life s not fair(( ny 4e delat ya yje privik)) bliat`! ny za4em prislat ety fotky, syka.. i segodnia pogoda v Moskve kak vsegda xyevo bilo.. aaax ax!

Home sweet home))

i eto sestra moia... muaaaa) kak sosky4ilsa blin!

[Sep. 10th, 2006|02:00 pm]

[	mood	\|	lazy	]
[	music	\|	DengesizHerifler - RuhHastasi	]

mm.. 2 4sa nazad prosnylsa i blin vawe nifiga delat. v msne ktoto piwet vse vremia, i otve4au. daj ne zavtrakal, i ne xo4etsa kywat. v magazin poiti len blin. kogda ya doma blin vse vremia govoru.. `oo kogda poedy v Moskvy, obizatelno eto sdelau, kogda v Moskvy poedy eby ee, a kogda v Moskvy poedy kajdii den eto bydy delat blablabla...` blin no kajdii raz nixyia ne delau. vo i kak sei4as sijy. kak pizdec mne len. Ninavijy voskresenie.. vawe ne ponimau, jivot bolit kajdii voskresenie. mojet eto iz za.. mm ranwe kogda voskresenie , papa ne rabotaet i vse doma, i eto konewno mne mewal. mama govorit, papa chego to xo4et.. dryzia sestri doma.. aaaaaaaaaa! nikak ne mojew bit odnim. i blin nigde mojno te spat. vse vremia ktoto k te blia. vo i moi voskresenie iz za etogo kak gavno. a piatnitsy... blin kak ya lublu etogo dnia. a ponedelnik.. :((
vo blin eto kak pesnia The Cure - Friday I m in Love.. prikolnaia pesnia)
no to 4to ya zametil.. kogda poslednii raz bil doma, daj ne zametil kakoe 4islo i kakoi den.. blin daj ne xotel znat.

vo eto na festivale gde to 3 goda nazad)) oi oi eto festival bil v malenkim gorode, i vse mi vmeste poexali iz Ankari tyda.. a ewe ludi iz Istanbyla, iz Izmira.. blin oxyenno bilo

a eto 2 goda nazad na drygom festivale riadom s morei.. ya i ludi iz Turkpunka..

a vot eti mi vmeste na den pili. tolko 4 4eloveka. 1 iz nix bil v kome))

ny vot tam na fig mne znat kakoi den ili kakoe 4islo) tam est vse to 4to mne nado. a tyt s4itau dnei.. kogda bydet leto) klimat sux) no privik yje. a eto ebanni kitaits ewe raz segodnia otkril okno kogda ya spal, i ya zabolel bliat` syka! skazal segodnia chtobi on ne otkril. esli ewe raz otkrivaet xyi poly4it. boleu i nikogo net riadom so mnoi chtobi dat lekarstvo. vo i wa poidy kypit...

[Sep. 10th, 2006|12:35 am]

[	mood	\|	lonely	]
[	music	\|	Silverchair - Ana`s song	]

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

u wont read that.. but anyway.. after i came 2 Moscow all i try to do is.. be that man. (ur son) i still remember when u gave me that poem, in Turkish. Pleased me to find that poem in English. Then i sent u a fax. Anyway, all i know is, its not that easy when i m far away from home. god knows sometimes how i feel myself lonely. hope that 1 day i ll get what i deserve. ))

where is my mind?

[Sep. 9th, 2006|10:57 pm]

[	mood	\|	lonely	]
[	music	\|	The Pixies - Where is my mind?	]

cool question, where is my mind? ya daj ne znau.. papa yexal segodnia. tolko 4to zvonil, wa doma. prikolno.. mne toj xo4etsa, vawe! daj kogda piwy ob etom.. ne mogy.. ne znau 4e delat. segodnia bil na yrbanii. s drygom.

vot on..

pili..

potom s mitaiom vstretilis tam. niche interesnogo. do 8 tam pili, potom dryg ywel i ya kak vsegda s krasnoi na oktiabrskyu gylial. kakoi ya vawe pizdec 1 chystvyu seba, daj kogda y mena do figa dryzei v Moskve.

daj na metro 1.. xD

segodnia etot myjik mnogo raz zvonil blin.. xo4et chtobi ya s nimi v aeroporty vstretilsa.. fy blin! y mena je ekologia vo vtornik. yf yf yf!!! i ewe raz toj samii vopros.. where is my mind? nety otveta( ..

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[Sep. 9th, 2006|12:08 am]

[	mood	\|	tired	]
[	music	\|	Thy Disease - Frozen (Black Cover)	]

kak mojet bit tijalo naiti mesto v gostinitsi v Moskve vo vtornik dlia dvyx 4eloveka? Bliat`! ves den iskal vawe! Spytnik ili 4e to takaia, na leninskom, Akademi4eskaia, Varwovo, Baikal, Tyrist, Kosmos ili z... syki blin ne ponimau. segodnia govoriat est mesto, a vo vtornik net.. kak eto mojet bit? a da ewe 1 gostinitse zvonil.. gde to na m. vladikino zaria ili 4e to.. toj net mest.
ny papa moi.. ewe raz pomog mne! blin kakoi on vawe.. nawel mesto i vawe xalava! pasib papa, pasib te bolwoe!
hell yea inogda eto gorod sux vawe, no blin vse ravno krasivii gorod privik jit tyt.
kstati yje 17ii mesats bydet v etoi obwage, 1 dolbaeb sprosil menia, sprechen deutch? ni4e ne skazal. a drygoi govorit chto naverno otkyda to ya, i vawe ne znau porysskii)) oi oi

(i only c what my eyes want 2 c..) prikolnii cover vawe..

[Sep. 8th, 2006|04:52 pm]

[	mood	\|	melancholy	]
[	music	\|	Mary Hopkin - Those Were The Days..	]

ny vo.. ewe 1 stydent iz tyrtsii s svoim otsom poedit v Moskvy vo vtornik. a mne nado s nimi vstretitsa v aeroporty naverno. ego otets skazal chto esli vse bydet xorowo, dlia moei raboti toj bydet xorowo.. 4e blin on xo4et otkrit svou firmy? i ya bydy dlia nego rabotat v moskve? prikooool...)) s ydovolstviem plzzz) kstati oni v moskve 1 den bydyt a v sled den v saratov )) prikin na poveletskom vokzale vsex znau, ludi kotorie prodout bilet avtobysa v saratov. konewno mne vsegda dewevle prodali. i ewe v saratove toj vse znau, iz saratova oni xotiat v samary.. toj sprosili znau li ya samary, blin ya tam bil)) oi to4no priatno bilo im sovetavat, 4e delat kak delat. blin ya nikogda dymal chto mne bydet + chto ya bil v saratove) ya vsegda dymal eto bolwoi - dlia menia poterial vremeni tam)) no tam to4no kryto bilo jit. xyi znaet 4e eti ludi delaut was.. s kotorimi ya pozdnokomilsa tam. ya tolko znau o Shahiny. chto on v Dybaii v Konsyltante rabotaut. blin 7 let jil v saratove, i ne mog govorit porysskii normalno) vsem privet! naverno nikogda ne zabydy eti dnia.. ewe pomnu kak ya xotel iaitso v magazine daj ne znal odnogo slova porysskii. i kak moi dryzia so mnoi wytili, i kak ya podaril vibrator komy to)) ..
kstati Xadi.. ymri blia)))

Konservatoira)

Ya i Shahid gde to 3 goda nazad)

gylau na volge)

pervii den.. yyy

[Sep. 8th, 2006|01:05 am]

[	mood	\|	depressed	]
[	music	\|	estatic fear - Chapter V	]

vou, na kontse piwy syda, blin trydno bilo. ili ne znau no lan ni4e. naverno nikto ne bydet 4itat no vse ravno piwy prosto 4tobi pisal blin. a 4e ewe mogy delat. y4itsa)) vo 1 kitaits spit a drygoi igraet kak vsegda. mojet mne nado pisat na tyretskom)) ili na angliskom?)) o da ewe so mnoi razgovorivau.. -i am a schzophrenia -me 2.. )) blin takaia fytbolka bilaaa vawe ne mog kypit, razmera ne bila)) ny vot kate skazala 4to y mena prikolnaia maika)) kak ne mog otvet vawe. pasib poka)) srazy ywel. a ewe zavtra y nas OGD (osnogo gornogo dela) da blin kak mne eto nyjno.. ny vo, prepod chy chyt kozel. kak ne xo4etsa ego videt. 1yu paru konewno ne poidy ewe raz. i blin eto livejournal yj zaebal vawe ne znau 4to pisat! blin 1ii den, ploxoi v sled raz bydet lu4we.
no da ewe mne ploxo. po4emy? blin kak vsegda, o yea. ykrainka zvonit, kak zaebala? 4e xo4et to blin.. xyi poly4it. estatic fear igraet blin v depresii yj, fy(*

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