the previous post was an example of a story with a beginning, that one had a picture to describe. I couldn’t find the picture on this webonet thing, to be honest, but it was something like that:
we all went to Kuntná Hora last Saturday. And it was quite a good experience. And I finally got the photos taken back then. And guess what I’ll promise to write about in the next 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…
There’s a little sneak-peek: Continue reading
Childhood is undoubtedly the greatest part of human life, referred to and remembered of by many great people as the time full of magic, innocence, discovering the world, and, let us say, being high from having long socks slipping down a bit. And, seeing that a lot of people of my surroundings claim me to have stayed in this era of my existence for ever and ever and ever and ever, here is a Top Several Things that were an essential part of me being a child through the years (some of them aren’t a part of me being a child now).
hey, hey, we’re the monkeys and all that
i haven’t written anything worth in here for a while, and here finally comes a new something. i’ve started this almost a month ago, so i’m turning into some awfully lazy bum, yes.
To be honest, I somehow was sure that, as long as I leave the country (which is Russia, if you’re not very aware of my life, which is fine), everything would just completely change. That, as one young Alice, I would step into a completely different world, full of creatures, actions, and rules impossible to imagine. You know, people riding sewing machines to get to the Moon, and then going back to the Earth by just jumping very-very high (everyone knows that you can jump higher on the Moon than on the Earth because of the gravity and all these sci-stuff), and, during the whole process Moon singing his wonderful song about “Neil Armstrong walking on my face…” with his retarded voice of a chalked-faced idiot. Something like that. But I am still made of flesh and blood and breathing oxygen and laughing at stupid jokes no one else ever understands. There are still plenty of chavs and just not-good people in the world, and a part of them is still somewhere around me, and the cancer cure still isn’t invented. So, if there’s such thing as half-, or even quarter-frustration, than that’s exactly what I am experiencing here at the moment. Continue reading
yes, i’m postponing the post again. yes, i did promise you to post the post without any postmodernal and posterial postponing, but with all postindustrial and posturing posthaste. and, yes, here i am, postnataly, poswary postponing posting the post.
however, now i am here and i am now and you can’t escape and you can’t hide.
i apologise one more time for not reporting every second of my being here, in this fantabulously cozy fatherland of such great persons and personalities with unbearable names, as Jaroslav Hašek, Krtek and Hurvínek. i tried to recollect as much as possible, revised some drafts made on the go, and this is the best i came up with. to make understanding my existence easier for you, i divided the three-weeks period into several parts: setting off, my adventures in Prague, settling in and daily hustles and bustles.
and, by the way, i did manage to fail the last Friday test. got 16.5 points out of 31 possible. stipid fat cowish dumphead.
So, come with us now on a journey through time and space… Continue reading
hello/goodbye to you all
it’s about half twelve p.m., somewhere in the south of russia, and my dad, me and a guy who’s giving us a lift are heading to the nearest train station for my 00:34 train to moscow, where, if all goes well, i arrive 26.06., at four a.m., have an interview with the fellas from the consulate of the Czech Republic at nine, and then meet Dasha, who lives in the boroughs and is one of the several people i have spoken to in the last half a year. hope it will be so.
also, my younger bro have lost our turtle somewhere in the wild a couple of days ago, and for now it’s probably an ex-turtle, which is unquestionably quite sad, so all four of us are a kind of in a mourning for this little shelled mate. hope it’s now in some turtle heaven or something.
for the time being, i presume that’s all i’d like to tell you, so
lots of love and everything,