Muahaha

Пишу текст про то, как надо снимать home movie. Хочу вырвать себе пальцы.

mondialisation - globalisacion

This was playing in cab, I took yesterday, -

I am wondering, did Britain still produce enough ready-made clothes to export to India at the low prices and were shoes any considerable export of Japan in 1955?

Another question is - what the hell is THAT??? and why IT was playing in a cab driven by some Asian dude?

old is gold

Sunday. My face revealed the Saturday's nigth-out. Under-eyes bags for the first time in my life. Holy shit, am I growing old? Have I already crossed the 'equtor'? I hoped to postpone these worries till 25. Crap!

These videos are all I have to console myself.

In hunt for unconventional Love

И снова к новостям...

Продолжаем трансляции для нашей немногочисленной, но преданной аудитории из Москвы.
Я отстригла челку. Опять. Нет, надо спрятать ножницы. Хотя в этот раз, по-моему, недурно вышло.
любуйтесь...

Evil Corporations or Too Much Energy Causes Jackass-ness

Agggrhhh! Today I was working on my assigments, when I noticed that typing took me much longer than it used to take, simply because the keys got stuck and I had to press every second one twice. In a half an hour I got pissed and tried to clean all the shit up. But I couldn't. I was shaking and tossing my laptop (not exactly a way, one should treat a laptop), turning it up and down trying to get the crumbs, dust, dead insects, hair, coffee powder and all one can have under the keyboard out. Then I found a brush. I spent another half an hour bending over my preciouse laptop brushing the dust off as if it was the Parthenon marbles. With no resault though. I got agressive. A pin came in handy. I combined all the techniques I used so far. I shook, tossed, brushed off, blew, turned and finally...cracked the key board with the pin. Fuck!
Why, why don't they make a laptop with an easiely removable keyboard??? Open-clean-put it back without major damages! I belive laptops could live much longer.

cinesweeties must die

Just came across an article on Let the right one in in Cineaste, an American magazine on 'refined cinema'...
...a soviet nuclear submarine ran around in Swedish territorial waters - an event that serves as a backdrop to the movie.
Hmmm....

Normalnormalnormalnormal..mofukka

Прощай оружие II. Visuals.

doubts

Am I on the right track?

I'm just a patsy or Charity sucks big time

I got involved into a charity organization aiming to help the children of the constructor workers who live on campus of my university. Argrhh...Another longgggg "ahem...sure, let's do it" story.
Some time ago I encountered the girl at my school who is kinda 'social aware' (not sure that something like that exists in the English language, but well, you got my point, didn't you? - she CARES). Since I'd been knowing her for a good while and she speaks my language I was supposed to be friendly with her.
Anyways... She told me about the photo exhibition they are gonna hold next month and asked me whether I want to take part in it. Gr8! My ego spoke out of me(or am I was just speaking out of my ass?...donno) : SAA 'hipsters' rot in your 'intellectual hub of India'! I m moving on.
I was pretty sure it's gonna be a single-mission flight - go-shoot-get famous sort of thingy. Didn't happen.
This Saturday I had been invited to their 'office' to meet children. Jesus! I spent Saturday evening with children! They made me watch Maugli (in Hindi, that's even worse) and distribute cookies among the kids. Well, it's another story... There are 7 things in the world I hate the most. 'Children' and 'charity' occupy the top of my chart... Okaaay-okaay! I haven't figured out yet the other 5, but it was a cool way to say it, wasn't it? Anyway.
When they finished their charity-activities, I was about to sneak away, but missed a chance and had to stay back for the Meeting. To make the long (and sad) story short, now I am a volunteer (well, it's not like I REALLY volunteered, but...) crafts teacher every Saturdays. Damn it!
Moreover this (awesome) Sunday evening I had to spend playing football with little beasts...God's creatures, I meant to say. Well, to be precise, I spent the Sunday evening (that could have been awesome and languishing) looking for a soccer ball, coz people from chaity organization didn't care much to get one BEFORE the footBALL match.
I was about to write a passage on how DO they care about all those Samaritan issues they proclaim, but don't wanna give a shit. It's too pathetic. 'Oh, that charity thing will look nice on my CV for UNO'. 'uck it! But to be honest they do something, at least the vaccination. (however I guess, it's not gonna work for the people who poop in front of their houses).
Anyway, I am still taking part in the exhibition. And I am not smelling of roses eventually...