We put our puppy to sleep this morning.

She was my baby sister.

There's a hole in my chest.

I miss her so much.

I know what Efrim meant when he said, "they put angels in the electric chair"

God keep you all safe.

Уже неделю в Голландии. Живу в подамстердамьи на хуторе Хеймстеде. В Амстере кругом туристы, дурь, грибы и проститутки. Ходил на концерт Стрэй Кэц. Зашибись. Купил иФон. С него и печатаю.

So after my order at amazon was postponed and postponed I decided to download Mylène's new album while I'm waiting for my order to arrive. I hate waiting, especially waiting for music, especially now that I desperately needed some new music.

Перепечатал полный текст обращения Башкирского общественного движения.
И башкир больше всего волнует отмена регионального компонента в образовательных программах. Похоже, этот вопрос станет наиболее болезненной точкой в национальных республиках в России.

Восточная Якутия, обладающая огромными и чрезвычайно разнообразными запасами полезных ископаемых, относится к местам со столь суровыми условиями, что добывать эти полезные ископаемые нынешними методами очень трудно и очень дорого. даже самые богатые месторождения с трудом оправдывают колоссальными расходов.
Это означает, что пора разрабатывать новые способы добычи. В частности, нужно отказаться от привычных подходов и разработать автономный горнодобывающий комплекс, который размещается непосредственно над месторождением и может перевозиться с места на место крупными дирижаблями.
Под ссылкой аргументы, почему нужно отказаться от современных методов разработки.

В Курдистане кофе пьют мало, айран не найти (если только сделанный в домашних условиях), остается чай.
Его там очень любят.

( но чтобы настолько... )

Все же, новый виток борьбы за суверенитет начался. Общественное движение «КYК БYРЕ», представляющее национальные интересы башкир, проживающих на территории Башкортостана и России, требует от Кремля обеспечить право народа республики на самоопределение.
«Российская власть, поддерживая народы Южной Осетии и Абхазии, пострадавшие от актов грузинской агрессии, игнорирует элементарные потребности башкирского народа. Через 450 лет пребывания башкир в одном с Москвой государстве, в столице России нас перестали видеть и слышать. Федеральной власти не интересна судьба «прирученных» башкир, у которых, как она полагает, уже нет другого выхода», – говорится в заявлении движение «КYК БYРЕ», подписанное сопредседателями организации Тимуром Мухтаровым и Азатом Сальмановым...
«У башкир нет другой земли, кроме той, на которую претендуют проходимцы с федеральными ярлыками. Не отдадим Башкортостан чужакам!», – заявляют в «КYК БYРЕ».

Да, признание Осетии открыло таки ящик Пандоры.

Just got this on some google alert.

http://www.newstatesman.com/society/2008/09/russia-zenit-portugal-european

( copy of the article behind the cut )

I don't know how accurate that is, but I had to post if only because now I have this huge urge to say 'ooops'. That was the first ever football match I watched live, too. :P

Now off to bed with me, just one more day then the week's done.

Oh, there's new random cute guy at work. He seems nervous when I'm near him and he's kind of useless with a keyboard but that might have been from having me tell him what to do. That's one reaction I've never had before, probably won't amount to much, but it's cute nonetheless.

Also. Wouldn't it be AWESOME if Rex brought me home a daggle for our anniversary?

YES.

Yay we'll have the whole week off for September 18th :-) I'm going to Santiago!!!!

After being offline for over a month now, I am finally back.
Afer the CELTA I got moved into the new place. It is a rather sweet apartment and the location isn't bad either.
I guess a lot has happened since the last time I posted here. I think that I had mentioned the Turkish student that I had during the CELTA who was willing to give me real Turkish lessons for English lessons, right? Well, he isn't giving me lessons himself, his wife is; and from what I have found out, she is the best Turkish teacher in the entire city...most likely the whole country; and instead of payging a huge load of money for each lesson, I just have to spend the same amount of time with her 8 year old son teaching him English. Not a bad deal if you ask me! Plus, the guy who got me involved in all this in the first place, well, I am now the official English teacher/translator for his business (which is translating/tutoring/language lessons). Not bad, huh?
I still do not have a full time job though, and that kind of sucks, but I am managing and will surely be getting one soon enough.

What is rather frustrating me at the moment:
E., I have to admit, has been getting on my nerves lately. Don't misunderstand me though, the relationship is great as always, but he has yet to move into our apartment yet, and that is starting to really bother me. He hasn't even told his family yet that he has an apartment, let alone an apartment with me. What is that all about? I mean, he is almost 24 years old, and he does not have the balls to tell mommy and daddy that he has got his own place? Also, I am living here with nothing but a bed, and now the internet, with so little money that I have been literally been living off of bread and cheese (with the occasionally cucumber) for almost three months now. He gets to go home to mommy every day with all the luxuries that one is used to having when still living with their parents and eating warm home cooked meals. When people decide to take that step to live with eachother, pretty much be married, is that not when they are both supposed to start toughing everything out together? I mean, I can deal with my circumstances right now, I am not complaining about that at all, that is just what I am supposed to be going through right now, but E.? No, he cannot come here because there is no order or furniture. Why the heck did he decide to take this step when he knew that it would be like this in the beginning? I can live like a bum, he thinks that is great since I come from a family that is used to having every luxury and then some, but he cannot spend more than two nights in a row here. I am sorry, but I think I have the right to complain a bit here, don't I?
Then, on top of that, on Monday he is driving with his family out of the country and won't be back for a month. So yeah, he is leaving me here, in a country that I am only in because of him, to spend a month doing absoltely nothing but hanging out in one of the nicest cities Turkey has to offer. What the f***??? He will be off having a good time living it up in Türkiye, and I will be sitting here trying to find EuroCents on the ground so that I can afford bread for the next day. I do have stuff that I need to get done, of course, and I will hopefully be teaching some English and such getting some extra cash, but there are some things that I need to take care of that I am totally clueless about and need his help with, things that I asked him to help me with months ago and he never even looked at until last weekend. REALLY IMPORTANT STUFF and he is just leaving me here with nothing.
I love the man to death, but he really needs to grow up. Seriously! Almost 24 and still afraid to leave the nest...afraid to even tell anne ve baba about the woman that he claims to be the future mother of his children. He and I understand eachother so well on every level but this one. When it comes to how his mind is working here, I am absolutely clueless.

Well, I think I am going to stop ranting about this and start catching up my blog-reading.
Laters...

Нестяжательски, слово-то какое хорошее. И вообще все, решительно все хорошо. Вязальным крючком под ребра, экстаз.

Зениту спасибо, да, впрочем, я говорила, отомстим за поруганную честь моей собаки. Сэра Алекса не спасло его сэрство, sorry.

Археологические разборки продолжаются, из девяти помещений осталось 2,5. Привожу дом в соответствие со своим внутренним миром. Мир бы мне еще снаружи, это было бы ровно то, что нужно.

Автосалон не порадовал, зато глава европейского дизайн-бюро одной из автокомпаний оказался прекрасен. Чистокровный англичанин, чист и улыбчив, обаятелен и умен. Не то что прочие, у которых глаза-мониторы, где на любой вопрос интервью высвечивается имя файла "маркетинговая политика фирмы N".

В первый раз в 2/7 класс. Старший ушел в школу с анимешной сумкой, от нечего делать по дороге домой учит сестру японскому. Купили аквариум, на следующей неделе пойдем покупать рыбок. Вот до чего доводят красивые жесты. В общем, красивые жесты такими и должны быть, то есть подразумевающие развитие ситуации, а не просто потраченное бабло. Горжусь сыном.

Муж дарит подарки, в новом номере аж целых три моих материала и вообще жизнь прекрасна, но неумолимо хочется большего. Черт побери, что бы такого этакого сотворить, и где мои перламутровые пуговицы?!

Orlando is presently snuggled up to the external HDD, I assume because it is both toasty and on the bed (so I'm writing and downloading CSI in bed, sue me).  He looks so content, it's gonna break my heart when he wakes up and I have to explain how their love can never be - cats don't have USB ports :(


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Now playing: The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out
via FoxyTunes   

01. "The Ever Glorious"
02. "The Ever Praiseworthy"
03. "The Light"
04. "The Compassionate"





05. "Spirit"
06. "The One Who Lifts You"
07. "Pilgrimage"
08. "The Ever Living One"





09. "Calling"
10. "The One Who Restores"
11. "Truth"
12. "Mother"





PS. Credit me for the icons and Samir Malik for his art.
+ I made the icon headers. Do not steal them.

"Hockey Moms 4 Palin" It's a beautiful thing, as I'm sitting here watching the RNC, Sarah Palin about to speak. She's going to be not only a hockey mom herself, but soon, a hockey mother-in-law, because the dude who knocked up her daughter plays hockey at Wasilla High School. (Oh and how 'bout my Michigan delegates wearing Red Wings-style jerseys in a sea of suits? 'effing A.)

Anyway...

Uh, part four, and this is Untitled, because I truly don't have anything to call it.
- Val Filppula/Brett Lebda

Untitled

проснулся сам, разбуди другого (другую)

:)

Товарищи из Благовещенска рассказали такую историю.
У одного из самых знаменитных амурских эвенков - Аркадия Афанасьевича Охлопкова, вышел крупный конфликт со старателями золотодобывающей артели "Пилос и сыновья". Они работали на его родовом участке и разрушили его родовое кладбище, на котором похоронены его предки. Охлопков долго пытался уговорить старателей прекратить работу мирно, обращался к депутатам, в прокуратуру, к президенту. Но все без результата. Наконец, 7 июня 2008 года он поступил как настоящий эвенк - расстрелял наносную станцию на прийске, вывел двигатель из строя и остановил работу.
Начался скандал, у Охлопкова изъяли оружие, но, похоже, что никто не знает, как разрулить эту ситуацию.
Вообще, злить эвенков - это дело на любителя. Представители этого славного народа люди спокойные, долго запрягают, но потом запросто могут меткой пулей запломбировать башку супостату. Из этого народа вышел один из самых знаменитых снайперов Второй мировой войны - Семен Номоконов, которому удалось добыть на Валдайских высотах представителя гитлеровской ставки.
Вот как писал об этом Сергей Зарубин в книге "Трубка снайпера":

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Сейчас пошла активная колонизация эвенкийских земель: роют золото, рубят лес, затеяли стройку Эвенкийской ГЭС на Подкаменной Тунгуске. Никто мнения эвенков не спрашивает. Я говорю сторонникам этой колонизации - они нарвутся. Если так пойдет и дальше, если и дальше эвенков не будут считать за людей, то мушка эвенкийского стрелка еще ляжет на середину головы старателя, лесоруба, строителя, инженера. Еще взмахнут они руками и рухнут лицом в снег. Еще будут эвенки выцеливать "пантачей" в меховых воротниках. И разыщи стрелка потом среди родной тайги.
Неужели и вправду нужен выстрел, чтобы мне поверили?
Нужно относиться с уважением к этому небольшому, древнему и очень своеобразному народу, к его обычаям, традициям. Нужно уважать вклад эвенков в великую победу. Тогда все будет хорошо, и не возьмутся они за оружие. Уважайте эвенков!

I decided to do an enhancement of a screen shot of the Patterson Bigfoot:

( This way to see Pattie... )

I had to reconstruct quite a lot, and I used a book full of ape pictures to help with the fur and face. The original picture was only about 250 by 300 pixels, and I made it huge and painted over it. But I still painted over it, which I kinda view as cheating. I cheated. LOL!

I had fun doing it, anyway. Art has really helped with my moods lately. It's so much fun!

Apparently the current weather conditions according to Google is 'Fog'.

Fog? We might have a bit of mist around but... Fog? Really?!

Hey girls (and some guys, I suppose)!

Well, I'm going to do a new review in a couple of days - I just have to take some photos. I'm thinking of making it a Youtube video thing. Maybe a community? Just reviews of pharmacy-level nail polishes for those of us that like buying and doing our own nails, but aren't SUPER PSYCHO IN LOVE with manicuring and stuff to the point where we'd seek out professional level nail care items that cost the earth. It'd be a guide for the nail polish most women would come across in thier travels and which are good and which are SHIT.

Some great discoveries I've made lately:

- The Nailfinity range by Max Factor. OMG YES.
- Nail polishes by Rimmel. Surprisingly good. They can't make eyeliner for shit, but their nail polish is quite serviceable.
- More glimmery, glittery colours by Revlon!
- Some little tricks to improving nail quality that are cheap and easy.


Okay. Photos and shit to come. And and and - I have to recount my collection number. For a shockingly broke girl like me, I'm very proud to be pushing 60 bottles of nail polish. :D

I got a call this morning from the Sexual Assault Resource Centre from the doctor there. She called to ask me two things:

- Am I all right? (I'm not, but since I'm not slitting my wrists and it's past two weeks of the assault, it's no longer SARC's problem)
- Did I want to keep the evidence or did I want it destroyed? AM I going to the Police with this?

No. No I'm not. And I had to tell her that she could destroy the evidence. Something in me grieved at that point. I felt like I was losing a chance at justice. I felt like I would never be able to state to the world WHO hurt me so terribly, who violated me, who tried to take from me something vital and pure (that he couldn't touch no matter what he forced upon me).

And then I realised that I don't HAVE to be silent. Of course, I'm not going to be viciously spreading around to whoever will listen the sordid story of my sexual assault. I'm not malicious. Plus, I feel everyone has a right to a fair trial before people say "He did this" or "He did that".

But life isn't fair. And I haven't had a day in court to state my piece. I'll never get to say before a room of people what happened to me. And I mourn that lost opportunity.

I don't want to stop the man that hurt me from having a paying job. He has a kid to support - I don't want to interfere with that. I also don't want to smear his real legal name on the internet forever. Coming out with his full name WILL do that.

BUT... I am not afraid to speak his fandom name. That means when he goes out amongst the Sci-fi set here in Perth, those that know of me, know of my journal - THEY will know. And that's exactly who I want to know about it. I want every woman to know that they should NEVER EVER trust this man to be alone in a room with her. I want it so that NO OTHER WOMAN SUFFERS AS I HAVE. I want to go to sleep at night knowing that I've done what is reasonable and possible to make sure that other women are safe.

If you think what I've done is cruel, or you doubt my word - I don't want to know. If you have a problem with what I'm about to do in this post, keep it to yourself. Because if you air it with me, I will never speak to you again. I've flipped and flopped and agonized over this decision for FOUR MONTHS now. I worry about other people so much and this time, this time I need to worry about ME. This is MY life, MY happiness, and I'm not going to be apologetic or silent about something that was NEVER MY FAULT. I was a victim, and now I'm a survivor. I'm stronger than I ever knew I could be, even though at the same time, I wish I never had to discover it this way. I'm on a continual path of rebuilding my life - this post is a huge step towards that.

I am stating, in a public post, that terrycat sexually assaulted me. He asked to give me a therapeutic massage for my endo problems. He went too far, despite my clear communication that I wasn't interested in anything sexual. He would not take no for an answer. He tried to coerce me with sensual touching into a sexual act. Despite the fact that I've not been with another person sexually for some years and ached for companionship and to be touched, I knew this was wrong. I told him no and I backed away, but it was too late. He'd already tried to enter me with his fingers and was partially successful.

I swear to God above, the God I believe in and live by, that I am telling the truth as I know it. Terry may tell you otherwise. You may believe otherwise. All I can do is put the warning out to other women, and state my case for my own sanity and peace of mind.

I've said my piece. I'll never be quite the woman I was before this happened - but I can get pretty damned close. And perhaps in some ways, be more. Today I'm taking back my power (even though, in a way, I never lost it at all).

...to anglaisepaon! I hope that the year to come is filled with joy, books and whimsy :)