It's 23:50 and I'm writing from the kitchen. Mama has made olivier and a roast, papa has opened a lemonade bottle (we have only lemonade), Talgat is lying under the tree with the TV remote. I wish everyone in Irad a good 2006. I wish Bars a lot of fish. I wish tüntolk a new album, a big one, with a hundred songs.
See you in the future!!! ★★★
Altyn-Zhylky on TV yesterday, four hours, and tüntolk ten seconds in the review of the year!!! TEN SECONDS. And a whole song for some pop singer with feathers. I am writing a letter to IradOne. (Mama says don't.)
One year since Kündölük started! There was a notice at the top of my page. A cake picture. I am a blogger for three months so I get a quarter of a piece.
Jyldyz STILL does not have a blog. She promised in August. She says she doesn't have time. She has time to dye her hair. ;)
Welcome to my room!!! Here is the wall: tüntolk (4 posters, 2 hand-drawn), Kök Bel (the cassette cover, taped up), a calendar with horses, and a photo of me and Aika when we were 6, both of us with no front teeth.
Bars lives on the bed and has opinions about the posters. He sits on Mor-Wave only.
OMG OMG OMG. My uncle brought the DVD of Nochnoy Dozor from Almaty. In the scene in the nightclub in Moscow, the song that plays is JYLDYZDARDY KES!!!!!!!! Our tüntolk!!! In a Russian film!!! I screamed so much that Bars ran under the sofa.
Aika says it is not them, it is some Russian band that sounds like them. AIKA. I know every second of this song. "Kes, kes!" It is THEM.
So now everybody in Moscow knows tüntolk and nobody in my class. Life is unfair.