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¿name? svetlana ¿nicknames? svet, sveta ¿appearance? [doll] ¿origin? russian ¿birthdate? september 12 ¿sign? virgo, dragon ¿location? montreal ¿hair? brown ¿eyes? brown ¿siblings? two brothers ¿pet? clara, a kitty-kat ¿instrument? violin ¿spoken languages? russian, french, english, spanish
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Welcome to Pizzicato and it's 9th version >> dust in the wind. Have fun reading my crazy ideas, comments, lamentations and sign my guestbook if you have the time!
Wednesday, July 31, 2002 // 07:07 a.m.
Moscow______
In two years, Moscow has, at the same time, changed like crazy and not at all. Same incredible traffic, pollution and this little-something that other cities don't have [though of course I can't really tell you what it is :P]. And it's wierd that during all this time, my grandmother's apartment or chalet stayed >exactly< the same as how I left them. I mean - my house changes about every week - we repair something, change the furniture, make a terrible mess or clean the house until everything shines! And theirs - nada. I don't want to grow old :(
Same thing about russian TV - 40% of movies and shows, 60% of annoying publicity.
But one thing that has drastically changed is, beleive it or not, the number of rich people. Multiplied by a hundred! BMWs and Mercedeses at every street corner. And it's not the type of people that help the poorest. They are snob and they piss me off. Nothing to add.
Other people I will NEVER forgive are [don't laugh] the casiers! They suck in Russia! For example if an old lady enters a shoe store in Montreal, the vendor helps her, right? In Moscow, he will sit down and insultingly fix her. Ok, maybe this doesn't apply to everyone, but at least the greatest part.
Can't take it anymore ; I absolutely got to eat something!
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Tuesday, July 30, 2002 // 06:13 p.m.
American civilisation !!______
Oh gosh, my room is beginnning to dangerously spin around my head (don't ask), so I guess that there will be no super-detailed power entry today - but hopefully one tomorrow with a brand new layout! This time the pictures will work on a Mac (um...) as my dad bought the real version of Photoshop in Moscow (3$... life is hard). But for now, I only need a hot bubble bath, "The Amber Spyglass" by Philip Pullman and a sweet bed in an air-conditioned room. *Only* that!
240 e-mails, 95% of crap. Do I have the courage to check every little box to delete all of it? Don't even think about it.
Wah, wierdly my imood hasn't changed in three weeks...
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Monday, July 8, 2002 // 10:40 a.m.
Joy! Joy! Joy!______
Still I have time to write a little about my [boring] life and especially about my [not-boring-at-all] summer! Ugh, won't be able to post any entry nor change my layout before the 30th of July @.@ Because... guess what? I have to leave to the airport in exactly 3 hours to a looooong trip to my natal Russia!
Very scary the fact I'm not excited at all... Probably because today will be a million hours long and I simply hate to travel by plane! "Nice" schedule:
Oooh, why did I have to write that? Now I'm depressed! Nineteen hours and fifteen minutes of reading, writing, drawing, listening music, doing crosswords and wordsearches, watching crappy movies, eating airplane food. And my plane's taking off at 5 PM today! Aaaah!
Have a nice life.
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Saturday, June 29, 2002 // 07:52 p.m.
She's back in black______
[Svet is reading "Les royaumes du nord" (ok Lu, I admit it's beginning to get intresting and I start to understand Lyra) outside]
Now guess what was in that shoe. A spider. But not an ordinary Canadian sucky long-legged one. It was a huge, 8 cm long tarentula. Ok, ok - it wasn't really a tarentula but looked exactly like one! Poor bro. Poor mom. She's definitely arachnophobian [?] now. The most hilarious thing is that my broter was wearing his shoe with the spidey inside. Spider-Man become he will. Begun, the clone war has [ok I'm in a really wierd before-cammac-mood and I may begin typing strange things... oops I already did]
Yo Nutta, I'm really sorry that your parents divorced, that your mom is acting strangely and all. And when everything about your family is terrible, think about mine! It's a pure fiasco. My parents yell at each other and at my big brother, I yell at my big brother, my big brother yells at everyone including the cat, my lil' brother yells at himself... 24/7 yelling, ya know? We simply hate each other! But it's kind of funny and I don't care really much as it was always like that [my brother always was a décrocheur and the only life he knows is in connection with the computer]. Oh well, let's forget about all that tomorrow and spend a lovely time in CAMMAC ^^
[Ok my speech is over, I needed to express all my feeling somewhere]
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Friday, June 28, 2002 // 12:11 p.m.
Leaving to my cottage in two hours >.<______
My last violin lesson was yesterday and my teacher finds that it's the best time to give me new material T_T 'Hope I'll be able to still keep up w/my 'good' work during two months without a single class...
And Natazoïd - did you receive the code for the new moirae layout?
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Thursday, June 27, 2002 // 05:28 p.m.
Blooblah...______
Ugh, I'm leaving for my cottage tomorrow again! But this time only until Saturday night... snif, snif...
And tell me how I'm supposed to get ready for the cottage, CAMMAC and Russia at the same time if I need part of the sruff for each trip!? [Wow, won 80$ today and yesterday by babysitting! ^^]
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Wednesday, June 26, 2002 // 09:02 p.m.
T.T______
Nat, my mom is really getting on my nerves ; would you mind just telling me at what time we meet at your house (we still meet?) on Sunday?
Yay, Sean lent me the full first season of Buffy on DVD! And he has the second one O.o
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Monday, June 24, 2002 // 08:15 p.m.
x...x______
We went with my mom to Renaud-Bray and bought 3 books (she was in her generous mood) "Le Pianiste" by Wladislaw Szpilman [almost finished that one], the first book of Philip Pullman's triology "Les royaumes du nord" and "La porte de pierre" by Diana Gabaldon.
Never, ever, ever, ever [...] watch "The Musketeer". Pathetic isn't a big enough insult to describe that bleep. And if you like Dumas' work, every time you see The Musketeer's DVD - please shoot it with a bazooka.
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Saturday, June 22, 2002 // 09:50 a.m.
30 secs...______
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Thursday, June 20, 2002 // 04:30 p.m.
Bio-dégradable?______
Urgh, Sean's coming at my house tomorrow. It may sound funny, but it's the first time he will actually come in my place... certainly because I'm not really proud of my house ; compared to his, mine is a dump!
I'll bring my laptop to CAMMAC, finally. We'll use it to read mangas and I want to keep my blog alive [even though I won't be able to post my entries until I come back to Monty]... You always have more things to say at the moment. When you come back, no words come out... O.o
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Tuesday, June 18, 2002 // 12:33 p.m.
Geisha______
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Monday, June 17, 2002 // 10:00 a.m.
Math exam in 3 hours______
That can seem really wierd, but I predict the time! For example this morning, I woke up, my eyes still closed and I said to myself "mmmmm? I bet it's exactly 8:00 AM". Guess what time [with the seconds] it was when I looked at the clock? Also happens really often that I look at my watch and it's exactly noon. Oh well, that was my minute of nonsense ^^
Oh, and I see that Lu chose Okcounter too :P I think it gives lots of good graphic counters so I really suggest it [though Nedstat is still the best for the detials] ^.^
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Sunday, June 16, 2002 // 10:23 a.m.
Goooood morin' !!______
Oh god, this book is so depressing! The only part of the book up to now where the girl was happy were the first 3 pages of the book or so >.< Life is hard.
Grmbl mmbl, no friend of mine play CC so I can't share that I desperately fell in love with a secondary, personalityless, ugly-named, not so good in battle but soooo cool character Norris... © © ©
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Saturday, June 15, 2002 // 10:51 a.m.
Another Saturday of my life______
Ya know, Chrono Cross is really a great game! The story is intersting, the battle system is lovely and the ideas are great. In my opinion, figuring out what to do next is really harder than in Final Fantasy but the battles are kinda easier... Anyways, say what you want, I wuv it!
Notre-Dame de Paris is really bugging me >.< I'll probably read "Geisha" by Arthur Golden instead of it as everyone tells me it's the best... oh well, Chrono Cross, here I come !!
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Thursday, June 13, 2002 // 07:08 p.m.
T_T______
Our dearest Mrs. P. [we won't have her next year! Woohoo!] is becomming more and more unpredictable. Today we had our physics exam and I couldn't understand a question so I asked her to explain. Of course she wasn't able to so the only thing she could reply was that we revised that yesterday. As there were still question marks instead of my eyes (?_?), she told me the part of the answer. *slaps forehead*
Hey, I feel like playing Harvest Moon!
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Wednesday, June 12, 2002 // 08:05 p.m.
The very last day of school of sec. II!______
Something was definitely wrong today... nobody was happy! They were saying it, but not exactly showing it [in my opinion]. I mean not counting the moment when the bell rang and everybody started making mutiladed parrot noises.
Sigh, if any of you know a site with a good program to make your own tests, please inform me of that, because I need a hobby ='x'=
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Tuesday, June 11, 2002 // 10:31 p.m.
Hydra Marshes...______
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Monday, June 10, 2002 // 11:27 p.m.
Return to civilization______
Well for the camping thingy... I could elaborate for pages, but I prefer to avoid the details as it's kinda late now. In a few words : mosquitos, boredom, rain, unexistant hygiene. Basically so negative that at some point of the night/morning, I was thinking that it was the worst weekend of my life, and if it wasn't for the cards that our dear Liam brought, suicide could be an option >.< I tell you ; the teacher made such a nice and precise sheet with all the schedule and cute activities we were to do that I didn't even bring a single book with me. Result: the activites were amazing disasters, lasted ten minutes and we had to improvise things to do to occupy ourselves. We were 95. We were bored. Probably more details in Lazuli's and Nutta's blogs because if I type one more letter, I think I would simply fall asleep on my laptop.
Good night ; sleep tight.
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