30/03/2010
I've just read about the bomb blasts in Moscow subway. I didn't expect it to touch me so much. My usual reaction is 'Oh, Jesus...poor people', and I think it is normal, one cannot be super compassionate having an access to the Internet - 134 civilians died in Iraq, a earthquake/tornado/bomb blast/rail accident took lives of 3/63/297 people, a village in Somali commited a mass suicide...gosh, who cares? (for more than 5 minutes).
Since 1 and a half years I've been living a life separated from the real world by the thick glass of the expat status...it's like I've been watching a reality show - whatever happens looks real but doesn't concern me,- it's not my city, and they are not my people. But thise dry and stiff news reports from Moscow, the photos and videos of eyewitnesses almost brought me to tears.
One of the bombs exploded just near by my college.
31/03/10
Hmmm. I was about to edit my misty-eyed post now. But let it remain untouched.
понедельник, 29 марта 2010 г.
вторник, 23 марта 2010 г.
Let's kick!
Today I punched a guy in the face. Thrice. And then kicked him in the stomach.
It is my 2 fight this week.
My fist is getting stronger, my punch is more precise.
I'm neither a boxer nor street fighter...not even a rough and tough version of Paris Hilton.
well, well..now I should probably write some LillyallenAmélie-ish thingy..something like...oh, I am just a lil girl/baby/lady living in the cruel, reserved and hippocratic society, and the only option I have is to defend my bum myself.(literally 'bum' *despaired suckers*).
Hmm...fair enough. But it's not my point. Fights are fun!
I've lost two kgs since I've started my boxing classes. Plus peaceful smile. Plus my hands are getting steadier...no need for tripod. Isn't it awesome?
The sexual harassment committees suck.
I've got a stalker. It's not like he actually bothers me, he is a part of a daily scene. And he is sort of virtual. I've been recieveing weekly mails from him since one and a half years. I find it quite convenient actually. he usually describes my days in details, well, if I forget something I can always check up on it in my inbox. Almost like a personal assistant. But some of my friends think it's really gross, so they convinced me to file a complain to the sexual harassment committee. I kinda knew that it's not gonna work but hardly could imagine HOW it would be.
I spent there the most awful/awkward/disgusting/odd 4 hours of my life. I was asked like thousand questions, from what do my parents do for living (donno what does this have to do with being stalked) to whether I can walk a 5 meters straight line...I should had probably left after 40 mins...but after an hour I kindda got an anthropological interest. It went on and on. New people kept on comming, asking bizarre questions, leaving, coming again...I wrote like 3 letters, answered billion queries...
However even a sientific interest could not keep me there any longer after one of the pricks told me that actually it is totally my fault, because my outfit is "too revealing and sexually charged". (I looked pretty much like a mixture of Woody Alen and Rocky Balboa at that moment and was revealing..well, my elbows and face).
So comming back to the point - Fights are fun. Let's kick!
It is my 2 fight this week.
My fist is getting stronger, my punch is more precise.
I'm neither a boxer nor street fighter...not even a rough and tough version of Paris Hilton.
well, well..now I should probably write some LillyallenAmélie-ish thingy..something like...oh, I am just a lil girl/baby/lady living in the cruel, reserved and hippocratic society, and the only option I have is to defend my bum myself.(literally 'bum' *despaired suckers*).
Hmm...fair enough. But it's not my point. Fights are fun!
I've lost two kgs since I've started my boxing classes. Plus peaceful smile. Plus my hands are getting steadier...no need for tripod. Isn't it awesome?
The sexual harassment committees suck.
I've got a stalker. It's not like he actually bothers me, he is a part of a daily scene. And he is sort of virtual. I've been recieveing weekly mails from him since one and a half years. I find it quite convenient actually. he usually describes my days in details, well, if I forget something I can always check up on it in my inbox. Almost like a personal assistant. But some of my friends think it's really gross, so they convinced me to file a complain to the sexual harassment committee. I kinda knew that it's not gonna work but hardly could imagine HOW it would be.
I spent there the most awful/awkward/disgusting/odd 4 hours of my life. I was asked like thousand questions, from what do my parents do for living (donno what does this have to do with being stalked) to whether I can walk a 5 meters straight line...I should had probably left after 40 mins...but after an hour I kindda got an anthropological interest. It went on and on. New people kept on comming, asking bizarre questions, leaving, coming again...I wrote like 3 letters, answered billion queries...
However even a sientific interest could not keep me there any longer after one of the pricks told me that actually it is totally my fault, because my outfit is "too revealing and sexually charged". (I looked pretty much like a mixture of Woody Alen and Rocky Balboa at that moment and was revealing..well, my elbows and face).
So comming back to the point - Fights are fun. Let's kick!
пятница, 5 марта 2010 г.
Rappadilli
Got really annoyed by the EU prof's fat saturated American accent and Dude, where's my car's language.
Thou Art Class, mafukka!
P.s. and being EU prof he could have acquired a languishing British accent, or at least a sweet pseudo-European prononciation.
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