Excuse me, you are a doctor of WHAT?!

My work doesn't do forward these days. I dont'k now what could be a reason for it, but it surely makes me suffer. Responsible persons - I modestly rank myself among them - always start to worry about everything in advance. They tend to buy a fire extinguisher when it is burning on the other continent.

My chief is my 'friend on Facebook'. This blog's entries are transmitted there by a link. I could be caught. Nonetheless, I say firmly: I cannot concentrate on what I'm doing right now, and don't think I could even if they close me in a room with no internet access for 24 hours. Not that my recent activity is not so exciting... I'd say it's truly BORING! For me. My mind has a great problem: though I get to the core of things quite fast, I forget them faster, and I cannot perform any sistematic analysis of nothing, because my poor head just refuses to withhold everything at once. I might take this review that I am currently writing as a challenge. As I were making something that really would help me learn to systematize thing and train my memory. But, damn, it's sooooo stressing!

I must confess, sometimes I think I should give up my doctorate and go somewhere else do something else.

Somebody help me please.

Woman looks for money

I´ve recently read ‘Rich Dad Poor Dad’ by Robert Kiyosaki, and it has changed my life. This book is a world bestseller, over 17 mln copies sold, written in 1997. However, I came across ‘Rich Dad Poor Dad’ before, when one of my university colleagues, now very successful young woman, brought the book to some not so exciting math class in order not to die of bore. I thumbed it, liked it but for some reasons didn’t buy it then. Why? I was too busy with things that now have less importance. I still can’t help regretting some things I did when I was younger – and some thing I didn’t.
Nonetheless, the book has fallen into my eyes again, as my beloved husband, an upcoming but very promising young investor, has bought this book in order to learn new tricks. As he has been totally captured by the power book, I couldn’t resist opening it for the second time. And it got me. Suerte que ahora sé leer en español. Luckily, now I can read in Spanish.
It made me overestimate everything I do in my life. Where do I go? What do I want to achieve? The book hasn’t driven me so far forth to know the meaning of my life and fall in Jaga, but it helps change the focus. Earlier at my Catalan class the teacher was astonished when I couldn’t respond the question what I wanted to be in life. Perhaps, she thinks one must have already made a firm choice by the age of 24. This point made was bringing me down till I read ‘Rich Dad Poor Dad’. Now I still have no clue of what job I am actually made for, but whatever it is, I want to be rich.
I want to be rich not to worry about how long will my perfect-job-search take me and what will I live upon while looking for my destination. I want to be rich to have better possibilities and to be able to take independent decisions. I want to be rich to travel all over the world and get to know how people live. I want to be rich, and I have three million reasons for it.
Kiyosaki’s book is not a Holy Bible in this sense, but it helps make the first step towards one’s better life. It brings belief in yourself – something the majority of people lacks. I lacked as well. Now I think, if less gifted ones have managed it and got there, why I can’t? Oh yes, I can.
Girls (!) I know intuitively have come around this knowledge and started to make their first savings. Now two friend of mine are starting their own business and another one is about to take an important financial decision impossible without a solid primary input. Solidness of an investment is a relative term, so I talk about 20-something ones in general.
As for me, I also started making savings, but I think I must somehow hasten the accumulation process, so I need to invest. Robert teaches that I should invest. Before I didn’t ever think I was able to.
Now when I have managed to combat my fears, I do know that yes I am perfectly good for doing it. The only thing I repent is that I haven’t done it before.

How a city adherent falls in love with mountains

We have just gone down the Pyrenees... My God, it was perfect!

Thanks to Gemma who'd made us a very unusual present.

Some four hours surrounded by only rocks and plants, going down along the mountain river joined by Marc, my husband... This was a revelation actually. Pass the track 70 cm wide with a rock on your right and a steep on your left. River rushes far far adown. At this moment you realize human won't ever conquer nature. Imagine you're left there alone, no touristic routes marked in colours, your mobile is out of the coverage at this virgin altitude of 1.700 m and the only living being you come across is an eagle spinning up on high. You'd better not meet him closer, right?

This moment you acknowledge the most precious thing you have is somebody by your side. Generally, in your life. This some very special body is my treasure #1, as well as the advantage of knowing how to go down and return to the city. In this manner, this climbdown is a pure delight. Landscapes are thrilling, but thrilling!

Never ever in my life I have seen nothing like this. A revolution in my head, now to early to calm down.

A Wise Note

Stop judging people. Just stop doing it, and you gonna be much happier!

Sometimes we all do come across real bithes, bastards and assholes, but twice as often one tags people bad just because their way of thinking does not correlate with his.

I always tend to justify persons that hurt me or that just annoy me, but I'm not an angel myself. Thanks God, my husband is sure of the opposite!

"Some of them want to use you,
Some of them want to get used by you."

Annie Lenox was right. Just it costs so much to start treating this fact as just a fact, nothing esle. Not as a disastrous breach of justice than has happened to you.

Nonetheless, when you are a user, you treat it in I-could-not-but-do-it way. "No pasa nada," as the Spaniards say, I haven't commited any crime. This is just life.

So when you are wise enough to unfix your inflamed look and distract yourself as thinking:

Ok, today I'm used, no, say, I helped somebody, but tomorrow it will be my turn to dinner with Ms Fortune,

you gonna get calmer, richer, stronger, and feel an enormous pile of relief.

Try it. I do it, intend, as I'm still not a guru, but that helps.

Just don't think of the White Bear.

Why cows do not fly?

Why don't they fly, indeed? Cuz they cannot! This answer, simple as 2×2=5, is evident. But however some cows still have not absorbed this fundamental truth and keep pretending.

Girls, not everybody was born Gisele B. Some of us, yes, have to sweep floors, dream of Prada shoes and sleep with the second best man, not with the first one.

They say it starts after 27 when she's still not arranged, and the biological clock starts telling her she can no more afford six tequilas and wake up Kate Moss the following morning.

I opine it starts earlier. One should be a bitch inborn yes. The problem is that some of us can come over this competence and pull ourselves together. Some - don't. And what's the worst of it, women lose this control with time.

I know one of my age persequting whatever-with-penis. If he is a somebody's man his price even multiplies.

Why do you think I write this pungent post? Not to demonstrate that yes I´m better and I have a man - WOW, but to complain I have to deal with this sort of women and keep my mood high while smiling to them.

Nonetheless, inner concern man could let this cheap genitals buy him once doesn´t let me keep up with "The Secret" optimistic philosophy I try to preach.

Well...

It could make me happy

Today I feel... jobby.

I woke up recalling in my memory that it had been not so bad go to RT´s newsroom labour mornings/evenings/nights. I felt I lacked the feeling of that I belonged to something, and then felt a strong wish to stick to something once again. This desire hit me like an injection. Well, today I start my routine at the university reseach lab. Hope it will be great! Cuz, more or less, this is exactly the kind of job I always wanted to do.

With this shaky days full of fight with bureacracy, my own lazyness and fatigue I feel I need some spell to calm down. I can't take drugs as non-supporting them and as I do driving classes once again this time. So I stake on infusions.

My driving guru, Candy, told me there was a herb called here "Flor de vaca" (Stanhopea). It is said to have a great sedative effect without suppressing one's reactions. I'm searching for this stuff now.

I tried to practice yoga with my WiiFit, but now I have a...errrr... stumbling period in my fitness activities. I do feel guilty about it - and that's common - but however I do not restart as saying I will do it tomorrow. As we all know from James Bond's soundtrack, "tomorrow never comes".

Today I will try to find some time to re-watch "The Secret" as it might help me lift my spirit up.

Star Wars

Oh no, I definately will write a book about how I was (am) coming over the Russian-Spanish bureaucracy!

You know since recently I am a doctorate student at the University of Girona, the city I live at. As the university does not pay you salary and you are quite a grown-up while studying this kind of things, I have applied for a research grant. Well, for two actually.
One is the ministry's grant and another one is of the university.

Everything went wrong from the very start. Like the Russian consulate has made me legal translations of the documents that are completely wrong, I have stepped on that way from the wrong side. I don't know, might be, I have wrong face.

I know living in a pro-NATO country for a Russian is wrong, but-but-but... We are all here. And there are loads of us. And, you know, I have seen the lists of the luckies. There are also Russian names inbetween. That automatically means if I have an error, this one is in my DNA.

They say things go the way they must. They also say your own thinking changes the order of life as you are a part of it. I tend to incline to the second point of view. Not because of having paid for changing the story a bit, but also because I'm a stubborn kind, who's self-appraisal suffers from failures like that.

The game is not yet over.

One thing that still does worry me in the middle of this autogenic optimism is that they do it easier. Less stress, less movements. Why on Earth do I have to suffer for that? But well, we, Russians, say that the neighbour's lawn is (or seems) always greener. I don't know what the luckies suffered from. And I don't want to know it.

First

Hi there! Finally, I've started my non-Russian-speaking-blog.

For those, who speaks my brilliant mother tongue, I say you're always welcome at lyolya-girl.livejournal.com.

By now I live in Spain, in it's part named Catalonia. Not bad. Considering summer coming to the land. :-)

Also I'm 23, Russian and blond. Married. :-)

Well, see you here soon.

Fins aviat, amics!