moment of art

Galahad from Ural Mountains (Галахард с Уральских Гор) . Not easy to make a good photo of a rat, but sometimes possible:)

The following one is just to smile. Tular from Ikarra 7:

Draw me

"Blessed with an eye to see things as they are, will you draw me?
Up there on the wall, looking down to us all, you never saw me...
I found a pen, and I outlined a life.
You've never cried, I think I saw a tear in your eye.

Your eyes tell the tale, I will not ask again.
Now I see what you've lost nothing is quite the same.
By the love of my heart, cut my drawing in half, for I think I'm like you... Should you draw me...

Waiting for my evenfall.

Farewell, my passion, you slowly turn pale.
I will long for you warmth, made me feel safe.
I will not draw again, 'till I know it's my time.
I have lived a long life, should I draw me...

Morning's here, I must have....failed

Someone save me"
(c) Sonata Arctica

From tears to smile

I've a close friend, after Nastia's death, she became my the oldest friend, a person whom I know more than 19 years. /*Wrote this and wondered how fast time passes:) I still remember when we meet, this's probably one of the first my remembrance, I was 5, she's 9 - hard to imagine, really...*/ Years passed away and despite of that we live in the same house and even on the same floor, we see each other very rare. She's the one of the few people with whom I can be what I am, to take away all the rules, that every person have to follow... he-he and she's the only with whom I do not speak of computers:-))) cause she know 100% nothing about computers:)))) She's as the older sister for me, and even we can not see for months we know that every of us will be near if another one needs help.
Today I got sms from her, she told that finally got divorce. First thought was "what should I answer? To congratulate or to feel sorry?", remembering that they were together passed 8 years and how hard it was for her to throw him out of her life, choose the second variant, thought that if I finish earlier today , could visit her and somehow help. Her answer was very surprising for me, she told that she's the most happy person in the word and going to celebrate the official divorce with a friend. Cool. When tears and pain get their apogee, they disappear...

xxx: refactoring is a bunch of rules how to make a program more 'human'.
xxx: for example, if looking on a button code you see not a 3 functions, but a thousands lines of code, such programmers should be beaten by their heads of backspace. (c) bash.org.ru

Cool quote, isn't it?

Funny day was yesterday. First of all I should start with that Im a fun of Ratatouille cartoon, watched it in the cinema, several times at home, played the game made from the movie and etc. So, yesterday,went to a CD/DVD shop to buy a video for my father and... saw toys of 'Ratatouille' creatures (the same as I found in internet shop some time ago and even had a idea to order some for my collection:)), well, so with the only though "someone stop me!", took 5 (five) of them. Came to the seller and put them before him. In that moment the most interesting was to see his biiig eyes, looking first on me, than to toys-rats, then again on me and on them. Seems that I he could, he would call me a psychiatrist:)

a little fun

School teacher asks pupils about their parents occupation.
- Tim, what your mother does at work?
Tims stands up and answers:
- She is a doctor.
- Wonderful. What bout your parents, Emmi?
Girl answers:
- My father works in a post office.
- Thank you Emmi, - teacher says - Well, Bill what your parents do?
Bill stands up and proudly answers:
- My father plays music in a brothel!
Deeply shocked teacher calls Bill's father.
- How do you grow a child in a such family? - asks teacher.
Father answers:
You see, actually I'm a programmer and specialize on a TCP/IP realization under UNIX, but how to explain this to a small child..?

/* just reminds one of the recent post in one blog ;)*/

music: Sonata Arctica - Gravenimage
mood: sleepy already:)

People are not changing, only our thoughts of them change

Seven years passed away from the day we finished the school, for me, as for person who really hate changes it was a difficult time, that's probably why I stopped any relationship with former classmates, teachers, even with favorite who can help me with formation as a person (he-he, this is another fun story, cause my class teacher wanted me to enter Literature institute to continue with poetry.If she were alive, she'd be surprised of what I'm now).
This morning in the train met the boy, whom I studied in the same class and played music in a jazz band, we say hi and everyone came back to his own thoughts. I was looking on him the most of the way, probably even not to him, but through him to the far, remembering the school years, wonder, were all these people? Cause the only things I know is that not everyone, whom I finished the school with, is alive, most of the girls are married and with children - I'm not talking of them, I almost did not have girl-friends in school - when you're 13-16 years you do not accept people with different interests, I mean some boys fond of heavy metal and a few girls that I could consider as friends. hmmm... or may be even not them... just cough myself on the thought that want to come to the school, alone, walk through the stairs looking to the running children, and when the lesson starts, silently come to the class, sit here and remember the sound of these walls, words that has been already forgotten and may be feel something very-very special...

mood: nostalgia
music: Arida Vortex

The truth of life

"ххх: во народ у нас
ууу: че такое?)
ххх: да, сегодня с утра народ ждет электричку, как обычно как только подходит - начинается давка, при всем этом, что через пару минут другой состав придет. Нет млять, всем надо именно на эту успеть...
ууу: ну?? дело то обычное
ххх: да просто, когда из динамиков машинист ехидным голосом сказал: "трамбуйтесь, трамбуйтесь" всё как-то стихло))" (c) bash.org.ru (again alive after almost 4 days of a strong DDoS attack, hurray! )

Since Monday I see exactly the same picture when waiting for the train, when a crowd storms the train and it doesnt matter that in a 5 mins it's going to be another one. Starting to hate mornings, trying not to see anyone of known, just to tune on music, open a book (funny, but started to read again, found the reason) and abstract from the reality....

mood: concentrated
music: The Arrow
/* :-))) Hi, Blackie! */