The beginning of creation is always destruction.

Деревья (Derevya) by Vintage

Твой кумир – полубог.

Он придумал тебя, и ты поверил
В пустоте, между строк
Ты коснулся любви, и она сгорела.

Картинки, машинки, бумажки.
А где настоящая жизнь?
Ты утром проснёшься однажды.
Скажи мне...

Расскажи мне, где ты был?
Где ты был, когда на Земле любовь жила?
Где ты был, когда я одного тебя ждала?
Когда деревья были большими,
Когда все мальчики становятся мужчинами...

Бей меня, мой сатир.
Только я прожила чуть больше жизни.
И держу этот мир,
Как ребёнка в руках, а ты отец лишь на словах!

Картинки, машинки, бумажки.
А где настоящая жизнь?
Ты утром проснёшься однажды.
Скажи мне...

Расскажи мне, где ты был?
Где ты был, когда на Земле любовь жила?
Где ты был, когда я одного тебя ждала,
Когда деревья были большие...
Когда все мальчики становятся мужчинами,
И не играют больше в гонки и в войну,
Не разбивают на осколки тишину
И целый мир они держат на ладони?

На ладони...
Когда деревья были большие...
Когда все мальчики становятся мужчинами,
Мужчинами...

Note: I don't speak one bit Russian.

The lyrics are for those who do, and are interested in the song.

Censorship

Another day at work

4 pm in the office..

*ring ring*
Me: Halo?
Lady: May I know is RT still with you? (name is hidden to protect privacy)
Me: Oh, he's no longer with us.
Lady: May I know who replaces him?
Me: Sorry, may I know what this is regarding of?
Lady: I just want to know who replaces RT *being rude*
Me: I'm not sure what's RT position was, can you just let me know so I can refer you to the right person?
Lady: *in bossy tone* So here's the background ya, I'm from a PR company and I usually send press releases to RT to be published.
Me: Oh-
Lady: But now the emails I've been sending him keeps bouncing back.
Me: Actually-
Lady: So can I know who's replacing him?
Me: I am the one who's handling editorial now.
Lady: Ok, what's your name?
Me: Eva
Lady: How do you spell that?
Me: -_-" eee- veee-- ey
Lady: And your last name?
Me: *oh shit* Fransiskus. eeef--
Lady: What is that?
Me: Fransiskus. FRANSISKUS. ef-ar-ey-ant-es-aee-es-kei-you-es *quickly*
Lady: sorry, I didn't get that.
Me: *slowly now* eeeef... aaaarr.. eeeey..
Lady: I didn't get that.
Me: eeeeey... ef-ar-eeeey..
Lady: Ok.
Me: aaaant.. es-aee-es... keeeiiii...youuuu...essss..
Lady: What's your email address?
Me: That'd be eva...berlin..
Lady: How do you spell that?
Me: -_-" eva.. bee-- ee-- ar-
Lady: Eva..vee--ee--ar.
Me: No, no, bee, bee..
Lady: For Vietnam?
Me: For Bangkok.
Lady: Ok
Me: Eeel--
Lady: Huh? Can you repeat that from the beginning? *still bossy*
Me: ee-vee-ey-bee-ee-ar-el-ay-ant
Lady: ee-vee-ey-bee-ee-ar-el-ay-em
Me: No, ant, for Norway.
Lady: Ok, so evaberlin at?
Me: *say the company webmail*
Lady: And your position is?
Me: I'm the editor
Lady: Editorial--..?
Me: Editor
Lady: Editorial--..?
Me: I AM THE EDITOR
Lady: Oh, you're the editor--- *sweet voice* Oh, thank you Eva, I will be sending you the emails then. Thank you.
Me: Sure, bye.

Good luck with the job, lady.

Mac is a bimbo

Bro: Why do you suddenly do not want Mac laptop anymore?
Me: Cos I liked Mac only for the editing software, I don't like everything else.
Bro: This line of Mac is the last batch in which Steve Jobs is involved :'(

*after long talk of why-not-Mac*

Me: Mac is like a bimbo girl.
Bro: Hah??
Me: On the first sight it is indeed attractive, and it is indeed fashionable. But in the long run, high maintenance and more heartache than happines.
Bro: Is this your bf's theory? -_-"

A day at work

5.59 pm in the office..

Colleague 1: *scrubbing her keyboard with disinfectant*
Colleague 2: *arranging stationary and documents*
Colleague 3: *updating her documents for the day*
Boss: *still on the phone while replying emails* (he's a multitasker)

Me: *turned off computer, bag in one hand, sit with a stance (kuda2) ready to run*

Late-stayer in the office are either hardworking (read: person who cannot work smart) or a suck-up to boss.