"Hnguh" was the first word Valeriya managed to press through her dry,
crackly lips. If you can call that a word but at least it was something.
Well done, she thought to herself sarcastically. The last time she has
had a night like this she could not talk for a whole three days from singing, shouting and fighting. Not
that it really mattered - nobody was actually talking to her in that
dead-end job she was clinging to, anyway. The big city is full of opportunities. That was what people were saying
in that forlorn village in the middle of nowhere up there in Lyubye.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Phở Xào
I’m a
worrier by nature. I overthink things, always think twice (except my words
maybe. I really should learn to think before I speak sometimes but that’s a
whole different story) and more often than good for me, assume an outcome to be
the worst case scenario.
It’s not only my own business I worry about. I worry about others and everything. Life. I’m simply a worrier and I cannot change it.
It’s not only my own business I worry about. I worry about others and everything. Life. I’m simply a worrier and I cannot change it.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Olive Oil & Orange Cake with Pistachios
Soooo, I
was working at the CeBIT Computer Expo two weeks ago. For the oblivious ones
among you (read: probably everyone), CeBIT is the largest IT fair in the world.
Attending a fair that is the “barometer of the state of the art of computer
technology” (thank you, Wikipedia) is pretty amazing, huh? Well, I wouldn’t
know. I was busy ruining people’s days. All day, every day.
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