Magical me

Like many other girls I dreamt of being a fairy, having a magic wand, wings and dating an elf-prince. However, as we all now Santa is dad, mummy is a tooth-fairy and granny is Cinderella’s mice. What’s it all about? I’m almost there. Yesterday my little sweetie asked me what “automation engineer” is. After I finished my presentation, she raised her eyes full of fascination and surprise and said “You’re a magician! You give common people a power to rule over machines! It is awesome!” To say I was surprised is to say nothing. My job may become less boring from now on...

Thank you so much, baby! I love you.

Hail the diversity!

The more I read US newspapers, the more I watch US TV, the clearer I realize that people are the same everywhere… nationalism or racism, whatever it is in their blood. USSR had Jewish to hate, Russia has Caucasian republics.

USA had African Americans for a long time, but after it became illegal and dangerous, it was desperately looking for a replace. And I think a pretty good one was found. “Russians”. No matter where you’re from: Russia, Ukraine, Belarus or even Poland. You’re Russian and you’re the second class human being. In fact it doesn’t really mean how many noble prize winners; top scientists are from “Russian” descent. In general “Russians” are an evil. For those not as outstanding as Andrei Sakharov or even Milla Jovovich it is very hard to break the stereotypes.

If “Russian dolls” is Russia, then “Keeping Up with the Kardashians'” is America. It could be fun if it weren’t a tragedy.

Disclaimer: I sincerely wish I get it all wrong.

Time killers

I've become too obsessed with filling my closet lately. Unfortunately I don’t have a billionaire grand grandpa somewhere in Australia who could leave his fortune to me or at least pay my bills. And what is even worse I’m not capable of becoming a billionaire myself. Hard to accept, but c’est la vie. Anyway, back to the point. I can’t buy everything I would want to wear, but playing with outfits is what I want, like and can. When I was a child, I was very keen on drawing clothes for my paper dolls. I was good at it, definitely. Even my 3D cartoons generation daughter says they’re awesome. I haven’t done it for a very long time, in vane I suppose. I might become a rather good fashion designer for some department store. I’m not that creative for the couture. Looks like I’ve lost the track again.

I found a nice site with on-line “paper dolls” and tons of clothes for them: just choose and dress. Here’re some of my so-called works:

T.

now & always

Some motivating math

Every day I waste several hours of my life. Let’s say 2. It makes 14 hours a week and 728(!) a year. I waste almost a month every year!!! I’m shocked. I’m devastated. It never really occurred to me how much it is… I’ve already lost 3 years of my life... It makes a year for every 10. Scary statistics.

However, I don’t want to think about it now. Maybe tomorrow, better never.

T.

now & always

A friend in need...

I’m awesome in making friends and at the same time I'm very bad in keeping them. Now, just a couple of weeks before my 31^st birthday I unwillingly admit: I have only one friend. I can hardly call her a close friend, she is literally 350 miles away and it is way too far. Today, in the era of Skype Wi-Fi and i-whatever gadgets distance can’t be a proper excuse. Unfortunately, for me it is. And I don’t really understand why it should be. I never go shopping with friends or just out. Even when Stella lived next door we barely met once a month. We texted. Now we text, too. Nothing has changed. Except the illusion of having a friend vanished. Now, talking to her, asking about her girls is as a chore, as brushing my teeth, dishwashing or getting dressed before leaving the house. Sad.

Any relationship is a hard work. Keeping it alive is like feeding a fire; you have to be on duty 24/7. Too hard for me. I’m not ready for sacrifice in the name of any relationship. Even my marriage came to an end when I got tired of playing a wife. I’m not so good at giving, esp. when my effort is not appreciated. Well, it’s a long story with cheating and home violence and child’s tears… Maybe later. Well, never is more possible, in fact J

 “Grandma, wish me to find a man I won’t be able to live without! – Oh, honey, wish you to find a man you will be able to live with!” That’s my case, I guess. 

T.

now & always

IT

All our so-called it-girls are daughters. Well, every girl is someone’s daughter, but not every is a offspring of a politician. And every other “girl” is a TV presenter or a journalist. Oh, fashion designing is also popular among them. the problem is  there’s nothing behind daddy’s billions. Every rule has an exception, no doubt. And the most notable of them is Ksenia Sobchak, the daughter of our main democrator’s god father. As every other “girl” she is “russian ivy – MGIMO” graduate. For a long time I was in the power of the vox populi that she is dumb slut and never pretended to even listen to her or about her. However, recently I came over several articles signed by her. And I love her style: wit and vivid. Although, she may keep a staff of secretaries and editors to write for her, I must admit I like the Ksenia Sobchak brand.

T.

now & always

Ehhh....

A day without a post. Again. Who would have doubt? To be honest I was busy – last Thursday of November is not only Thanksgiving, but the DAY BEFORE black Friday. I’ve just spent a small fortune in on-line stores and made my mail forwarder a bit wealthier. Since now I’ll be busy updating the USPS tracking pages. I’m so pitiful J. I’m trying to find silly excuses for not taking over my own life and finally run the show.  I keep creating some stupid occupations for myself. I have to put myself together and start!

First, I need a working plan, to be exact an algorithm to follow or I’ll be bogged down in trifles, as I usually do.

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I already am…

T.

now & always