Hidden volcano
Reprise* 1.

How much truth does it take to stay the same man?

How could any be living without hope for a dawn?!

*In music a reprise is the repetition or return of the opening material later in a composition , though it originally (18th century) was simply any repeated section,such as is indicated by beginning and ending repeat signs. I use the word to show the "second-handness" of all thoughts that run through my mind, and have zillions of times ran in the minds of people before me and after.

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There are two ways of how to become a better (bigger) man.

First is to do no harm, or at least not to intend a harm. Its an inward oriented way of transfromation. This I believe can be done through reading and getting other knowledge to develop your soul. Second way is to start changing yourself from outside. This is about appearance. Not that I was concerned about fashion and attractiveness, but rather how to keep my lifestyle comfortable and my appearance suitable to my inner feelings.

Thats why I decided to pay an extra attention on gaining weight. I will work hard on this task, and from the short history of my life I realize how hard it's going to be, as I never was a hard-eater. I hope that two things will help me to succeed: first, is that the climate of Astana is pro-weight-gaining, it is severely cold here in winter, which will last seven months until May; and second is that there are not many attractions here and "the most fun the men can have without taking his clothes off" is EATING!

ps. it would be nice to have some advice about how to put on weight, esp. from people who have succeeded in it.

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"its been a hard days, baby! yeah i've been working like a dog..."

this song does not apply to me directly. at least not the second part.

this was a hell of a week-end! me returning back to native city for a short stay and having to meet soooooo many guys and to be at my sister's wedding first of all!

it started with the corporate party on Thu that lasted long after midnight. The next day I had a half-day work and then got on a plane to Ata. I brought a snow on the wings of the plane, and it was first time snowing there. So, all night I've been walking around the streets, chatting with my friends and discovering new decoration of the city's old corners.

Sat was all about wedding ceremony, meeting relatives and friends, drinking and toasting and then drinking more. and later in the evening it was drinking and dancing session, and looking after those who had enough, and those who hadn't any and wasn't happy about it.

morning found me got up early and wandering around, packing my bags and repacking my boxes with books that have recently arrived from japan. then i managed to meet more friends and have a nice dinner with my family in its extended edition, as my cousins came along.

when i finally got my body into the plane and heasded back i was satisfied in one hand, and full enough in the other, so i refused to eat and had a nice bottle of local beer instead. and that was the end of the little journey on the week-end.

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In 3 hours is my flight to Ata. Haven't been there since I left in August. I spent there only 2 weeks after 2 years being abroad, and that wasn't enough. 2 years, 2 weeks and now 3 month. Time passes by, lots of things happened. In the end there is only me, without homesickness, but feeling excited of a tight schedule of meetings and chattings.

Here you can find some photos that I took during the last two years. Enjoy and don`t hesitate to leave your comments!

www.flickr.com KaZa_X's TempEx* - Okinawa and Sakura photoset

• I always wonder why people choose to see only "beautiful" sides of our lives, even though it doesn't look natural. Why do we usually prefer the sunny images to ones that were shot in a rainy days. Most of the photos were made in warm seasons, rather than cold, or at daytime, rather than night.
  
  
• Simple review of the limited sample of the LJ users shows proves this observation. In contrast today I want to post images which, as I think, have more simple and therefore natural beauty.
  
  
• And of course I find this pictures beautiful because they remind me of the most beloved place - Kazakh steppe - wide as an Ocean, the kingdom of Freedom, where thoughts spread without any limits, competing with the sight.
  

Shopping
I'm a tourist without any doubts. I like everything shining and am taking stupid photos of a fake culture. I'm happy. This street is well-known for being the longest shopping arcade in Japan - 2.6 kilometer! All the way the same shops and sushi-fastfood restaurants. In the corner I see the guy shouting loud that today is the happiest day for his customers. I believe this should be the unhappiest day for the shop-owner. Coming closer see the "500" sign and the "Everything" written below it. Inside there is a crowd of after-50 women and around-70 men. I'm the youngest customer this shop had seen in ages. Being a tourist I need to go in and see what cultural secrets this shop hides - I found the will to buy cheap and not necessary stuff, which is a universal quality of Mr.Customer whereever he sees the sign "Sale". I'm going out of the shop leaving there Y2,000 and carrying in my bag 4 neckties manufactured in China. I'm satisfied. I'm a tourist without any doubts.

Capsule hotel
There is something suspicious about all these gambling places in Japan. Its like the safety of the heaven is not absolute and you are just about to prove it. The hotel I was looking for is the first capsule hotel appeared in Japan, and therefore in the whole world. Historical date is 1979. Taking elevator to the 4th floor, changing to slippers, filling the blanks at the reception, paying Y2,700 and getting the locker keys. I'm in. Three floors and about 300 beds - soon this hotel will serve its #3,000,000th customer. Getting into my cell 3105, not turning on TV, turning off the light and trying to sleep. Catching the last thought of the day - "The hell was created so people would appreciate the heaven".

Airport
Finally the plane took off the grounds of Kansai airport - last wonder of this amazing nation, that wins the nature without fighting - and the plane headed towards Kazakhstan. My parents and my nephew after 2 weeks spent in Japan left me.
I grabbed my bag and trying to hold the cough marched to the bus station, where limousine was waiting for me to take to the central station of Osaka. I was dreaming of good sleep for last 5 days, but once i got into the bus the cough went stronger and passengers - mainly caucasian tourists starred at my asian face looking for the symptoms of SARS. My desire for sleep dissolved.

Hotel
No check-in. It's my second day here. Enjoying the room for three person all alone. "Such a waste..." - the last daring thought before falling into sleep.