<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022</id><updated>2011-05-02T12:39:34.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GaGa</title><subtitle type='html'>out there to get my heart broken</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-115152284850431304</id><published>2006-06-28T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T12:27:28.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are absolutely right. I can't be more alone than I already am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-115152284850431304?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/115152284850431304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=115152284850431304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/115152284850431304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/115152284850431304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-absolutely-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-114236714591435129</id><published>2006-03-14T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T12:12:25.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;to die to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;or maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;to sleep to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;won't make any difference at this point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-114236714591435129?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/114236714591435129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=114236714591435129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114236714591435129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114236714591435129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-die-to-sleep-or-maybe-to-sleep-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-114106256635910081</id><published>2006-02-27T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:49:26.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Russian Mardi Gras's coming&lt;br /&gt;-Maslenitsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yey:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-114106256635910081?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/114106256635910081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=114106256635910081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114106256635910081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114106256635910081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/russian-mardi-grass-coming-maslenitsa.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-114097910592665549</id><published>2006-02-26T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T10:38:25.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring is here - off with the bra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Buckley, whiskey and a nice bath. Ella, if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But off with the bra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-114097910592665549?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/114097910592665549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=114097910592665549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114097910592665549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114097910592665549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/spring-is-here-off-with-bra-jeff.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-114063668941512648</id><published>2006-02-22T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:31:29.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yey, my parents got an elliptical trainer today. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC -I love you. I know you remember me sweating my ass off at Crunch Fitness every day for 2 months. I know you remember me hungry,thirsty and mad, confused and wicked happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I love you so much. I'm gonna come back, promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-114063668941512648?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/114063668941512648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=114063668941512648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114063668941512648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114063668941512648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/yey-my-parents-got-elliptical-trainer.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-114045633926630527</id><published>2006-02-20T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T09:25:39.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seeking our true Selves, we get stripped of all those occasional aspects that determine our guises and find our Egos somewhat completely depersonalized in a sort of inner existential center, like a mathematical point or the sharp end of a needle... And now there's a creature I love before me. I love, means, basically, that I know this creature does exist and want him/her to exist with all my will. My love, however, is not satisfied by assertion of his/her profound existentiality; it recognizes all the covers and membranes of this creature. Each trace of the beloved one is loved. Is it not an even greater truth that all those outer particularities which I have rejectedand condemned as random and unsubstantial in myself, I have not simply forgiven in my beloved but blessed to the very last atom of his/her embodied life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       Vyacheslav I. Ivanov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, too, guys. And don't forget that I have feelings as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-114045633926630527?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/114045633926630527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=114045633926630527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114045633926630527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114045633926630527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/seeking-our-true-selves-we-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-114038338322929596</id><published>2006-02-19T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T13:09:43.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you ask people to do complicated things and they tell you they don't understand&lt;br /&gt;you ask one person to do one simple thing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-114038338322929596?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/114038338322929596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=114038338322929596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114038338322929596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114038338322929596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-ask-people-to-do-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-114037720035020036</id><published>2006-02-19T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:26:40.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CAN SKATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sounds better than "I can fly"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that truly was a big achievement for me, since today I skated for the first time in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ironically enough, living in the country of snow and bears I finally decided to go to a skating rink at the age of 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a couple of bruises, but if I did this, I can do everything now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yey, Adny, I do kick dolphin's ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-114037720035020036?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/114037720035020036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=114037720035020036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114037720035020036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114037720035020036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-can-skate-sounds-better-than-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-114025698217205470</id><published>2006-02-18T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T02:03:03.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring has come yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my phone fixed. FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and thank you, God, for sticking around:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-114025698217205470?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/114025698217205470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=114025698217205470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114025698217205470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/114025698217205470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/spring-has-come-yesterday-and-i-got-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113977613673421553</id><published>2006-02-12T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:28:56.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regrets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no point in talking about pain when you left somebody or have been left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will find out if you made the right decision only later. that is the time for regrets to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people break up for a reason and meet by chance, but what if it all happens vice versa? then what's the point in something you've just done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will find out if i made the right decision only later. that is the time for regrets to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what is ... anyway in what i've just done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113977613673421553?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113977613673421553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113977613673421553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113977613673421553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113977613673421553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/regrets-theres-no-point-in-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113943322247205141</id><published>2006-02-08T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:13:42.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought it happens only in the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that one touch can bring 6 years of my life back, can bring all my teenage hopes and aspirations, all the passion and romance of the first love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when nothing is said or done, when one and one still is one, there's this part of me that came back to sit and talk to me for a couple of hours. and that is a lot, for to most people this other part of them never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it was not good bye. I love you. Never thought I'd say that to you, but I want you to be coming to visit me from time to time. I have missed you and always will. Please don't forget me, no matter where you are, just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those jeans of yours, and the pink dress, and the rain and the waiting? I do. And I don't want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, wonderful, precious me, I'm floating on air because of you now. Keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113943322247205141?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113943322247205141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113943322247205141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113943322247205141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113943322247205141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-thought-it-happens-only-in-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113934293395546892</id><published>2006-02-07T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:08:54.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tinctura Valerianae&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, GaGa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard what you're up to. It's high time you decided what type of relationship you want (if any) and with whom. Having to choose between your past, present and future is really hard, I know, but I also know you can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooking up with people of all ages, sexes and races might be a good thing. You start forgetting the past as well as the future (like in that movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ready or not - here I come. There's more sex in me, and more control over the passions (both the past and the present ones): maybe I finally decided to keep the explosion for the future. Where's IAEA, I wonder? I might as well be an alternative source of energy. The discovery is that I can as well be a source of energy for myself, and the powerstation where by POWER  I actually mean it, the ability to be strong and resolute in what I am doing. Confidence and sex appeal are not one's innate characteristics, but a matter of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion? Well, in that field I'm gonna try myself tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insomniac- i'm coming to grips with my consciuosness and desires. high time. tinctura valerianae has been helping me out, too. that's certainly a big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adny, there's more brokenheartedness to come, but this time i'm gonna fight it. promise:) or expect me drunk and looking for the Dumpling Man again soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113934293395546892?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113934293395546892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113934293395546892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113934293395546892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113934293395546892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/02/tinctura-valerianae-hey-gaga-ive-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113829942316399744</id><published>2006-01-26T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T10:17:03.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thetoday - not hungover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday - drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kissing my heterosexual groupmates drinking Fidel's beard - one after another. Fidel's doing to turn what, 80, like tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should have made a wish: 2 Dans - a married ex-boyfriend on the one hand and a potential - on the other, walking a drunk olga home, and getting worried, never married, not to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was what we call Tatyana's Day and Students' Day, all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, regardless of how flawed I am, we're not going to deprive a 3-year-old child of her father. no. or are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm planning on getting rewasted soon, so, see you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113829942316399744?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113829942316399744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113829942316399744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113829942316399744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113829942316399744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/01/thetoday-not-hungover-yesterday-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113804056192495199</id><published>2006-01-23T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:22:48.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Если сердце молчит - не значит всё прошло&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to you, my 21 -year-old girlfriends getting married and getting pregnant, getting engaged and choosing names to your unborn babies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men take up women's last names in Russia (Since when?), those uncircumcised 1-brain-cell human beings who will start abusing their now beautiful fiancees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to you! having grown up among you, i keep loking for love in all the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out there to get my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it my fault that I don't want to be like you and eventually will end up an alcoholic in a ditch? Or better say in a Moscow prison exposed to the lesbian fantasies and not so lesbian militsia dicks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to the male fantasies and my ex-boyfriends!&lt;br /&gt;here's to those who have made wrong decisions and those who regret. T-H-I-N-G-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still don't undertsand while every woman or man who's got brains enough to distinguish an A from a B thinks herself/himself a poet and has a stupid blog similar to this one. mediocre, like MEDICARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is also nice sometimes to unplug all the elctronic devices in your house and see how it all is going to work without power&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113804056192495199?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113804056192495199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113804056192495199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113804056192495199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113804056192495199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-heres-to-you-my-21-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113787702030413381</id><published>2006-01-21T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:57:00.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad you got the job, honey pie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of you! And I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113787702030413381?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113787702030413381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113787702030413381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113787702030413381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113787702030413381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-glad-you-got-job-honey-pie-im-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113778469774577617</id><published>2006-01-20T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T11:18:17.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha bem amada&lt;br /&gt;Quero fazer de um juramento uma canção&lt;br /&gt;Eu prometo, por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Ser somente teu e amar-te como nunca&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém jamais amou, ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Minha bem amada&lt;br /&gt;Estrela pura, aparecida&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo e te proclamo&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor, o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Maior que tudo quanto existe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113778469774577617?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113778469774577617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113778469774577617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113778469774577617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113778469774577617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/01/por-toda-minha-vida-minha-bem-amada.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113753601407311256</id><published>2006-01-17T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:13:37.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love IREX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Moscow and I'm going there again soon (January, 28) to attend one of IREX's training seminars: "The Art of Public Speaking".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Olga-the-big-mouth need that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure. I guess I'll need some advice from Tyler on where I can get  free Smirnoff Ice on the 28th,too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to finish reading that book on Khodorkovsky - it's pretty damn fascinating. I'll tell you all about it when I'm done. Meanwhile check out &lt;a href="http://khodorkovsky.ru/"&gt;http://khodorkovsky.ru/&lt;/a&gt;, you can find some excerpts there btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113753601407311256?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113753601407311256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113753601407311256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113753601407311256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113753601407311256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-irex-i-just-got-back-from-moscow.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113752529676941679</id><published>2006-01-17T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T11:14:56.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;- 33 C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen here in Russia. God, I thought it CAN'T possibly be that cold.&lt;br /&gt;School's cancelled for tomorrow (not only  for school kids, but for the college students as as well)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is, btw - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27 F.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we had -40 C was in 1978. And that was a looooooong time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, I'll need all your love, support, and, warmth, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later,&lt;br /&gt;if I survive in the coldness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113752529676941679?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113752529676941679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113752529676941679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113752529676941679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113752529676941679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/01/33-c-frozen-here-in-russia.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113742153619521342</id><published>2006-01-16T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T06:25:41.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this debate sort of thing today during my English class. At some point we were to give a definition of a hero. I was "smart" enough to bring up Khodorkovsky. So anyway, there was this big argument and I got very excited, and at some point I said, "Well, see Tyl..." I got used to you being around all the time, and I already miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everywhere in my life now, no exit. What was even funnier was that a minute ago they showed on TV this building in Moscow they had just finished. Remember that pretty one  near Arbat. So all the G-8 sessions in Russia are going to take place there; it looks even better on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy Canada... good warm Canada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 0 C this past midnight, and at 6.a.m.  today already -27 C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;frozen in Nizhniy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113742153619521342?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113742153619521342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113742153619521342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113742153619521342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113742153619521342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-today-was-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113736440867088973</id><published>2006-01-15T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T14:33:28.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, Vivien,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've been procrastinating. And as it often happens the might of civiliztion and the beauty of modern technology have to get through the coat of armor of my procrastination to finally reach me. So I actually USED AIM today, wonderful. And I talked to you and Vera, which made this simple and useful tool even more fascinating. I know you guys are having your exams now, so good luck. And like I promised I'll be calling you both shortly;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest news is not AIM and not what the weird Russians call Old New Year (Старый Новый Год) which takes place January,13, Vera's name day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the fact that I had my LOVE come here to see me and make so incredibly happy. I had you all to myself, greedy me... well most of the time, occasionally sharing your brain with your laptop and iPod, and your stomach with my Mom and her great cooking (btw the second you were gone, like I had predicted, all the beer disappeared from the fridge and the feast and the cooking stopped. Although I have to admit yesterday I ate like a kilo of tangerines).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Ty, more than anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss my friends, too. Hey, you, La MaMaites? Do you ever read the stuff that I post here? I guess not... Well anyway it's our first anniversary, it's been a year since I said that &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm on Vicodin. And that green is the color of hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey, you: Adny, Sarah, John, where are you? I miss you! All of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case Love you all, and sending you the warm olga-smiles and hugs from Russia where now its about -1 C, and in the end of the week - -35 C (just out of curiousity convert it to Farenheit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;bolgaball&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113736440867088973?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113736440867088973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113736440867088973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113736440867088973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113736440867088973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-vivien-i-guess-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113431270886795537</id><published>2005-12-11T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T06:51:48.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; they forgot that they are in love! how could you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid, selfish...YOUNG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the point is you'll never get a second chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just think of how wonderful she looks when she's naked. and YOU are the only person who can tell her this. it's hard to even breathe without her. imagine her belonging to someone else but you. and that is how it's going to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is your last chance to be together. i'm not sure you understand this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she'll leave you  simply to stay alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113431270886795537?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113431270886795537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113431270886795537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113431270886795537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113431270886795537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/12/they-forgot-that-they-are-in-love-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113399231766631069</id><published>2005-12-07T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T13:51:58.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've  started to lose hope&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is what they meant by the pursuit of happiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113399231766631069?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113399231766631069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113399231766631069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113399231766631069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113399231766631069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-started-to-lose-hope-i-guess-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113224326872817358</id><published>2005-11-17T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T08:01:08.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh, btw, I'm considering taking up smoking again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but only as a "special-occasion, after-sex"  thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so let's commemorate THE frustration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;current mood: pepper mint. sublimation (sex and cigarettes substituted by chewing gum)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;love u, adny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;P.S. and GREEN's still the color of hope, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113224326872817358?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113224326872817358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113224326872817358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113224326872817358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113224326872817358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-btw-im-considering-taking-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113190930153342450</id><published>2005-11-13T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T11:15:01.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4377/1439/1600/metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4377/1439/320/metro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;current mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113190930153342450?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113190930153342450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113190930153342450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113190930153342450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113190930153342450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/11/current-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113182084037120377</id><published>2005-11-12T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:40:40.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;funny, but i suppose i do look like a deerhunter looking for a husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i bet it's because i'm from nizhny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113182084037120377?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113182084037120377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113182084037120377&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113182084037120377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113182084037120377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny-but-i-suppose-i-do-look-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113181978317300105</id><published>2005-11-12T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:23:03.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does one have the right to hurt the feelings of the person that he/she loves?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does the fact the the first person suffers more than the one he/she hurts count?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;does it make any difference if i tell you i don't love you anymore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and does it make you feel worse if i tell you that i actually used to love you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;more than you think i did, more than it hurts now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i guess you can just say it's my problem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i WILL agree, just the way i always do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so that it hurts me more than it does hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113181978317300105?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113181978317300105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113181978317300105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113181978317300105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113181978317300105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/11/does-one-have-right-to-hurt-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-113042928782652068</id><published>2005-10-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T09:08:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i lost my face today. or did it happen earlier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a worthless creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...et je te rends ton amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour toujours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-113042928782652068?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/113042928782652068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=113042928782652068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113042928782652068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/113042928782652068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-lost-my-face-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-112937790502612086</id><published>2005-10-15T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T05:05:05.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;она жила ещё 2 часа..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;она сказала, что главное - выдержка&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-112937790502612086?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/112937790502612086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=112937790502612086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112937790502612086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112937790502612086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/10/2.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-112845641605906451</id><published>2005-10-04T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:06:56.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just tell me one thing. do you think it feels good to find out one day that the one you love, and the one whom you wanted to free from the burden of your existence, has started to get over you?&lt;br /&gt;something that you wanted to happen, something that you feared more than anything has actually come true.&lt;br /&gt;and the strangest thing is that YOU are the only one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... don't want you thinking i'm unhappy&lt;br /&gt;what is closer to the truth&lt;br /&gt;that if i lived till i was a hundred and two&lt;br /&gt;i just don't think i'll ever get over you ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-112845641605906451?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/112845641605906451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=112845641605906451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112845641605906451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112845641605906451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-tell-me-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-112654509727295694</id><published>2005-09-12T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:11:37.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess i'll die another day&lt;br /&gt;it's not my time to go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-112654509727295694?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/112654509727295694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=112654509727295694&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112654509727295694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112654509727295694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-guess-ill-die-another-day-its-not-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-112576400861083187</id><published>2005-09-03T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:13:28.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;without words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beslan happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;БЕЗ СЛОВ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-112576400861083187?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/112576400861083187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=112576400861083187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112576400861083187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112576400861083187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/09/without-words-beslan-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-112532726035673448</id><published>2005-08-29T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T07:54:20.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;unfortunatley, these are not aguas de marco sweeping away the good u.s. memories  for me now... although the part of France unknown to me is with me, the part of Hungary and NYC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;agua de beber is killing my memories somewhere on this planet, where ironically enough people have started to die of dehidration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;simply because of this 'water to drink'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;not so gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;just very sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Água de beber&lt;br /&gt;Água de beber camará&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-112532726035673448?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/112532726035673448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=112532726035673448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112532726035673448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112532726035673448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/08/unfortunatley-these-are-not-aguas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-112481890143791949</id><published>2005-08-23T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T10:41:41.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's been a really good day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that somebody will love me, although will never propose;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what can you do?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;promises made... promises kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;but somebody said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;'true love leaves no traces'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;and jumped off the bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;promises kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;that's what he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;all because... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;well because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;he was a schizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;who truly believed that promises made are promises kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-112481890143791949?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/112481890143791949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=112481890143791949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112481890143791949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112481890143791949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-been-really-good-day-i-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-112474113272808133</id><published>2005-08-22T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T13:05:32.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;PROTECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this girl i know needs some shelter&lt;br /&gt;she don't believe anyone can help her&lt;br /&gt;she's doing so much harm, doing so much damage&lt;br /&gt;but you don't want to get involved&lt;br /&gt;you tell her she can manage&lt;br /&gt;and you can't change the way she feels&lt;br /&gt;but you could put your arms around her&lt;br /&gt;i know you want to live yourself&lt;br /&gt;but could you forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;if you left her just the way&lt;br /&gt;you found her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;i'll take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a boy and i'm a girl&lt;br /&gt;but you know you can lean on me&lt;br /&gt;and i don't have no fear&lt;br /&gt;i'll take on any man here&lt;br /&gt;who says that's not the way it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a girl and you're a boy&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you look so small, you look so small&lt;br /&gt;you got a baby of your own&lt;br /&gt;when your baby's grown, she'll be the one&lt;br /&gt;to catch you when you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a girl and i'm a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you look so small, need some shelter&lt;br /&gt;just runnin round and round, helter skelter&lt;br /&gt;and i've leaned on you for year&lt;br /&gt;snow you can lean on mean that's more than love, that's the way&lt;br /&gt;it should benow i can't change the way you think&lt;br /&gt;but i can put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;that's just part of the deal&lt;br /&gt;that's the way i feel&lt;br /&gt;i put my arms around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand in front of you&lt;br /&gt;take the force of the blow&lt;br /&gt;protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a boy and i'm a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i was 10 years old when someone was making out to this. (hope these people had a good time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;my time came soon. too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;it started when i was f*n 10. no arms or all arms in the wrong places. and no PROTECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i need to find out where all this is coming from: 11 years ago, 14? i need to know the time first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-112474113272808133?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/112474113272808133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=112474113272808133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112474113272808133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112474113272808133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/08/protection-this-girl-i-know-needs-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-112462904041879196</id><published>2005-08-21T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T05:57:20.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who is that one person who chooses who is going to be the one starring in the last episodes of "Sex and the City", dance in ABT and who's going to die at th age of 45 and paly a part of a psycopath in "Die Hard"&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Godunov. deceased.died a long time ago. having 'defected'.........&lt;br /&gt;what is it the enticing American freedom that killed you? was it Mary Antin who stabbed you in the back?&lt;br /&gt;or was it the Russian soul that driving you to depression and alcoholism, giving you the wings to fly in the Bolshoi, deprived you of the ability to live happily aver after with Ms. Bisset in the Promissed Land.&lt;br /&gt;Do i have to die when i turn 45?&lt;br /&gt;no on &lt;a href="http://www.deathclock.com"&gt;www.deathclock.com&lt;/a&gt; it is said i'm gonna day on Tuesday, October 16, 2063  (realistic prognosis)&lt;br /&gt;Monday, August 2, 2038  (pessimistic)&lt;br /&gt;Monday, October 16, 2023  (sadistic)&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, December 27, 2079  (optimistic)&lt;br /&gt;well, those of you who want to drink some kompot at my funeral write down these dates&lt;br /&gt;(although everything may change easily if i take up smoking again, gain weight or change my sex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's to your gorgeous body, dear Alexander, to your wonderful soul,&lt;br /&gt;and to my fat ass who has lost all the chances to ever become a dancer's one (God, I can't belive i could be a dancer... well now whenever people look at what i am sitting on now they feel , or better say don't feel like they are sitting with what was supposed to be once a ballerina-to-be in the future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone said about Alexander: "He had a big and bright future in the past".&lt;br /&gt;maybe i did too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-112462904041879196?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/112462904041879196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=112462904041879196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112462904041879196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112462904041879196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/08/who-is-that-one-person-who-chooses-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15518022.post-112430268067911474</id><published>2005-08-17T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:32:16.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the 1st day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;...on the 1st day God created atmosphere, on the second day - rhythm. He created some other shit including beat, migraines, hangovers, broken toes when you hit a foot against your beloved couch... He also invented such things as a broken heart and a pain in the ass (happening simultaneously, they may lead one to schizophrenia, depression, death or… to the fridge, your new beloved friend from this moment on).&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Tyler, who is never probably going to read this embarrassment, is the only person who can fully appreciate the passage about God and 7 days of creation.&lt;br /&gt;But well, what can you do? As one wise woman said once, “You’re my lover. Undercover. You’re my secret passion and I have no other.”&lt;br /&gt;Those, indeed, were some brilliant words (God damn it, is there a way you can cut and paste sarcasm, or at least some irony, with these things?) in my case referring to the unforgettable 4a.m. cheesecakes and my affair with NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th day the GaGa blog was created, let’s just see what’s gonna happen…&lt;br /&gt;Bipolars don’t live long (as well as polar bears, in fact), neither do their masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;From the gagaism creator (Dadaists would have probably killed me now for plagiarism. But who cares? Mayakovsky’s dead anyway, and the neo-futurists are not going to unite with museum volunteers to shoot me down). Bang-bang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15518022-112430268067911474?l=holymolya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/feeds/112430268067911474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15518022&amp;postID=112430268067911474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112430268067911474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15518022/posts/default/112430268067911474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://holymolya.blogspot.com/2005/08/on-1st-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Olya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00564357686210034030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
