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!

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.

Let the right one left

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'd been watching you

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....

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