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I am finally done with my term papers. Exhausted and ennuied. The Joy will come when I can forget. I hope.

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wad up with me?
Not much. Four exams are over, one is still to go. And the term paper. The last.
It's hard to stay in and work, when it's sooo hot(and there's no inspiration or motivation). The fan in my room is almost broken, and anyways it never makes much of a difference. Just wierd noise. Though now I barely can sleep without that 'khsss-khsss-khsss'.

I am waiting for 'the sadness' that should come when I'll be done with my work and out of JNU. Although my last minute habbit might have screwed it up already...and I'll be tooo happy just to finish it off.

Экватор and a bit further

Presentations, 3 term papers, 2 reviews, 1 exam are done! Bingo! [Quality matters. Quality matters...Quality matters?]
3 term papers, 4 exams are still to go.
In a week and 2 days I will be done!!!
Graduate (still a question mark), out of JNU...
Agrhhh!

P.s. I am so sick and tired of being a last minute person. I have to...must change the way it is.

Basic Math

Brothers and Sisters, let me share my grief with you and seek your condolence.

I am sitting in the class, waiting for the prof. I wish I had earplugs. The in-class talks depress me, especially before the exams.

I am opting 6 courses this term. Each requires 4 credits, which means I have to complete at least 1 paper and one exam for each. Since some profs are keen on extra work, I have presentations and midterms (those are fortunately over). I need to write 7 papers and make 3 presentations in next 2 weeks, which means I have to write approximately 50 pages of various trash, i.e. 25000 words, i.e. 125000 symbols in 14 days, i.e. 336 hours, i.e. 20160 minutes, i.e. 1209600 seconds.
I am screwed.

P.S. If the prof won't show up in the next 5 minutes, I ll… hmm what can I do? I can't even leave((((

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.

few random questions

I am back. And now hope to be more regular here.

For today, I ve just got some queries that keep travelling my mind. No connections though.

1. Was God (who- or whatever s/he/it is) so specific about facial hair?

I'm not picking on anything, just curious.

2. Why do some people think that bad movies have necessarily 'something to say to the Humanity'?
Yep, it is rather personal...just freaked out with the Indian Cinema and Culture #SS463N which I opted for this term. The films selected for the class screenings are just a torture..not a porn[torture] though.

3. Am I a traitor if femenists bore me?

Again, 'school problems'. Since I'm crediting 6 courses this term, I had to be less (le-e-e-e-e-essss) picky. So among others I chose - Gender and International Relations...wadeva. Apparently 'gender' here stands for the female gender only. If I were a femenist I would remonstrate right away...So the course ended up being about [big-boys'] theories on International Relations and femenist critique on 'em. Torture. Again.

4. Why do people of different origins and backgrounds dance exactly in the same way at the wedding receptions all over the world?

I was at an Indo-Japanese wedding's party last Friday. No comments.

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...

были сильные мОрОзы мы в шкОлу не хОдили

I was about to get up and start my morning routine when I got the text from my prof. It said:- "taken a discision to cancel the class because of rain". Cool! It has been raining for at least 20 hours so far. Everything is just one mash of mud outside. The bed sheets and curtains and those of my sparse belongings which can soak the water are soggy and start to stink now.
I think it is the first real real mansoon rain I 've seen. The iconic one as from Passage to India or Anna and the king.

Apparantly it cleaned the air and wiped away all the dust so now you literly CAN breath (not merely gasp for some oxigen time to time just to keep the system working) but there is always But. The sad rain drove togather sh*t loads of flies into my room! It's like I had been dead for 3 days or so. Gosh!
Get me out fo here!

Фасилитессс

Открыла для себя коондиционированный комфорт библиотеки. Лучше поздно, чем никогда, я считаю.
Наслождаюсь!
Сделаю завтра фотографии. Покажу.

П.с. Считаю возмутительным, что афтопроверка правописания не работает...Оч глупо себя чувствую)

People bother me

1. What's about basic editing?
2. What's so plenty about "plenty"?
3. Is there any Muslim in the Hostel committee?
4. Where do you get pork?

Random citing

1. It's an old split. Like the one between art and art history. One does it and the other talks about how it's done and the talk about how it's done never seems to match how one does it.

2. He left the classroom, left India and gave up.

Zen and the art of motorcycle maintance.

Robert M. Pirsig.

14 Августа (Workshop II)

5ый и последний день photo-workshop’a
(Хотя к фотографии это имеет такое же отношения как к работе и магазину. lol)
9.42
Встреча назначена на 9. Планерка и подготовка презентации.

Презентация сегодня в 5.
Я пришла в 9.29, на 10 минут раньше самой ответственной девушки в нашей группе. Хмм. Не уверена, что это было бы возможно еще где-нибудь.

Не люблю работать в коллективе, вообще, коллективы не люблю. Не люблю еще больше, если дело касается какого-то творчества. Ненавижу, когда влезают в недоделанную работу с советами, когда выкидывают мои идеи, и когда кто-то все время смотрит через плечо. Аааа!
Не люблю теток. Индийских теток еще больше. Работать с индийскими тетками невыносимо.

Ват зис ярр, итс фанни.

Еще не люблю давления. Забыла, что еще не люблю.
Советов не люблю.
Не люблю, когда при мне про меня говорят в 3 лице. Не знаю, как они, а я между прочем, не считая деталей, создана по образу и, так сказать, подобию, и не понимаю, как про меня можно говорить, как про стол или огнеупорный шкаф. Субординация, пожалуйста!
Это последний (и, по правде, первый) раз, когда я подписалась на что-то подобное.

Но самое противное то, что избежать коллективной работы практически не возможно.

Вот думаю, как жить дальше.
А пока, полюбуйтесь результатами.

10 августа (Workshop I)

Я подписалась на photo workshop.
С моего приезда прошло уже 3 недели, 2 из которых я практически ничего не делала. Это, не скрою, очень приятно, но начинает надоедать через какое-то время. Именно поэтому, я в это ввязалась.
Блин.
А еще пытаюсь быть more socialable. Как-то не очень пока.