1 year 1 year 1year

that's the title of the long post i just wrote. unfortunately, the whole post got wiped away with my internet connection. that sucks. so one year can seem like many more basically. that's just the way it is. and it does seem like more than one year since me and nico spent the night on the roof of wada 3 house 9, talking about the sun, the valley, and language. long time ago. just check out the picture.
anyway, we've come a long way since then. norwegian fluency and distance management, we're quite good at it.

now my battery is dying.

neta just blocked my internet connection and as i made him aware of it he got a bit freaked out by the thought of all that internet streaming right into his body.

keep that in mind till later, while i go and biologize.
and...i have yet to write about my play.

the EE is due tonight

and i am writing in my blog. i use it as an excuse to warm up my typing fingers...

at present, i have three questions:
- where did sameera didi go?
- why are mobile phones invented?

that's it. now let's check the olympic medal count.

and here is the wonder.

some people's mouths water when they see food. mine waters when i see this.

arre baba!

i have come to the conclusion that hindi is a brillian language. for example, you can be really rude and people won't even think you're rude. at least it feels rude to say some things in hindi. such as arre baba! arre is hard to explain, but it means something like come on, give me a break or you're full of shit. baba means approximately the same as 'dude'. so if you say 'arre baba!' it can mean:

- you're an ass, asshole!
- oh, you nasty little boy
- oh boy
- come on, brother
- you're crazy.

and many more.

so what i was saying about being rude and saying 'arre baba' is quite the cool because even if you say ARRE BABA!! in a very rude and high pitched voice, the receiver of your shout-out might filter it just as a simple 'come on, man' even if you really meant 'give me a break you off-ripping piece of shit!'

positive result: lots of aggression let lose from my side and no offense taken from i.a. the rickshaw driver's side.

what a peaceful language.

they want me!

i got into architecture in edinburgh. what a feeling. i feel old now, because this thing of becoming an architecht has always been this far away dream of mine. and voila! it's here. now is the time to finish off the IB and go make a great architect. what an incentive to finish off all those biology labs!

dario...see you sooner than you know...!
and nico...i need some news!

love you guys. and many other people.
ok this is a bit incoherent but whoa i got in to edinburgh!!! lordi!

big smile on a tired face.

jordbæruka

har inntatt sofie og dette er ikke ønskelig for øyeblikket.

fredag burde være en fin dag men fredag er ikke en fin dag i dag. heldigvis har shane kjøpt brød fra german bakery og jeg får lov å spise det med ost of salami på. da blir alt litt bedre.

i dag skal jeg tegne og male og skrive historie oppgave om kampen mellom kommunalismen og sekularismen i india rundt 1900 - det er ganske interessant faktisk.

jeg må skrive 5 labrapporter i biologi - det er ikke like interessant.

i dag er også nok en dag der jeg må skrive personal statement. det har blitt en vane nå, og det er jo litt skummelt å ha en formel inne i hodet på hvordan man best mulig kan trykke ut en skrytestil om seg selv. jaja det er i alle fall tidbesparende.

i går fikk jeg overbevist opptakskontoret på rhode island school of design om at jeg var tospråklig. de ville ha meg til å ta tøffeltesten for å sjekke språket mitt. slike dustete formaliteter vil jeg ha meg frabedt. og jeg vant kampen!

feel good faktoren er høy.
men magekrampefaktoren er høyere.

in the meantime, don't forget that this is the season for strawberries. yes.
(tusen takk til the hour of the star)

papplication

there are some things i don't understand.

application deadline: 15th Feb
you should submit your application by: 21st Jan
credentials deadline: 15th Feb
we need the credentials in our office latest by 28th Feb
you must submit TOEFL scores, even though you have taken the SATs

i speak english. i have even abandoned my mother tongue in favor of this fucked up english language.
and they don't even believe me.

i know what obsequious means.
i know what ostentatious means.
i know what juxtapostition is i know what parabole is i know what simulacra is i know it i know it i know it!
i even know the longest word in the english language:

antidisestablishmentarianism.
A-N-T-I-D-I-S-E-S-T-A-B-L-I-S-H-M-E-N-T-A-R-I-A-N-I-S-M (!!!)

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?

papplication.

gradually graying grout

according to shane it's a nice alliteration. i must say, i agree. so now i have come to the conclusion that the gradually greying grout of my bathroom floor should be the central theme of my personal statement. or rather of my 'autobiographical essay'. surroundings. they mean a lot to me. and if you were to look through my glasses i think you'd see the value of my surroundings. you would be amazed by the gradually graying grout of my bathroom floor. like i am. and you would love my mess. i love making a mess, 'creating an atmosphere'.

geniuses think better in caotic surroundings = bad assertion.
i think geniuses think better surrounded by gradually graying grout.
and that would be one of the more ordered things to this world, the nice lines covering the bathroom floor.

wherever you are, enjoy your surroundings.
i surrender.

what a day for a daydream

the weather is so nice today! superb weather: not too hot, not too cold and a little breeze to remind you that you're alive.
yesterday i spent quite some time in the art centre and i finished off two works! that being said, i don't really believe in "finishing" an artwork. neverending process, innit.
anyway, i discovered some new fancy techniques involving holi-powder and spraypaint, it looked quite funky! i should spraypaint more. i want to make more stencils, but it's quite hard. i'm building my house now. then i'm going to make projections of it in autocad. oh yeah.

shane, free me from the tyranny of the internet!!!

by the way, the picture in the previous post is of nitish, it's quite random actually but i was on else's computer and i really wanted to post a picture. and because i'm not very good with macs, i just decided to pick one. and there you go, nitish popped out. nitish is our indian firstyear neighbor, he's quite nice. but he steals my guitar.

machines suck

this allows me to write my mica essay by hand. i like it. gives it more soul in a way. they want to learn about me, don't they. i think my handwriting is quite a big part of me. so it's nice.
in fifteen minutes i have to go for rehearsal for my play Festen. It's happening in to weeks and i am not even nervous.
is that a good or a bad sign?

at least i am happy now, because i realized how much nicer it is to write by hand than on a computer. and believe it or not. you can't even blame technology if you lose a sheet of paper.

i think i found the solution to the worlds problems.

today nitin gave me a cookie in college meeting because i kind of had a mental breakdown in the admin. i think i screamed a bit at him. it was nice of nitin to give me a cookie even if i screamed. thank you.

bad days have good endings, isn't it like that?
at least i feel better now. maybe i'll scream at nitin next time i feel bad.
it feels good.

till later, keep the swastika in mind.

sometimes it's never quite enough

if you're flawless, then you'll win the IB's love

people can't be machines.
people use machines.
we depend on machines.
what happens when the machine crashes?
you crash too.

crash crash fucking crash.

feel good feel bad

sameera cam to campus today with the five kids: geeta, aakash, sanjay, santosh and basraj. they came to swim and have fun, it was a perfect sunday outing. but then it happened. i came and swam with the kids, it was a lot of fun, and then i went back to my house to clean the room before they would come for a little sight-seeing in wada 2. when i went back to pick them up, the boys jumped in the pool, and i didn't realize that it was to show me that they had practiced their swimming while i was cleaning my room. i took the girl, geeta, to my room, and when i brought her back to the pool, aakash had decided not to talk to me. no, no, no. no didi talking. me sulking.

bye bye. see you next weekend guys.
silence.

brainstorm

reflections on mother teresa's home where i went for the first time today.

- i sometimes feel sad for the people living on the street in pune.
- i haven't been as scared as i was when i walked in to that institution in a long time.
- i have never before felt like a mentally challenged person has had complete psychological control over me. i did today.
- i wanted to cry.
- i was physically held down by a woman, and i could not shake her off. she was too strong.
- i was scared. i wanted to run away.
- i saw hatred in the eyes of this girl. she grabbed my hand, looked me in the eyes and started screaming, chanting. she was tied to the bed by her foot.
- i turned around, and on the other bed lay a boy. he did not have a rope tied to the bed and his foot. he had his whole body tied down - from his physical inability to move. but there was a big fat smile on his face.

he filled the whole home with his positivity. thank god.

when i'm strange

today i got really inspired in poona and i decided to get myself a saree and wear it proper maharashtra style, between the legs and all. of course i ended up with two. result: sofie wandering around campus for one hour trying to find someone who knows how to tie a maharashtra style saree after having tried to do it herself for approximately one hour. well there are few maharashtrans in this school, and if there are any at all, they're not here today. i think i'll go and find one of these ladies sitting down in paud by the fishmarket. they don't know calculus, but hell they know how to do a maharashtran style saree.

oh lord

please deliver to me now:

- 1 big fat cup of coffee. with brown sugar and cream.
- one large dose of inspiration
- some twenty sources on why various us military interventions are bad. or good for that matter.
- 16 military wives
- 10 beams of supersonic energy

sometimes i think it's wrong to sit on your ass and expect pleasant things to rain on you.
sometimes i think it's right to sit on your ass and expect pleasant things to shower down on you.

merry EE time.

room cleaning day

doesn't happen too often. but it did today, and that made me want to write in the blog. actually i just wanted to post this picture of the bookshelf that i have organized into sections, kind of like in a library. our room is a mini library! i also seize the opportunity to post a picture of the tuc. you don't know what a tuc is? check the previous post. today i played volleyball and it was fun. later i have a yearbook session with all members in my house. february is activity page month!
i have thought about how nice life can be today. i also thought about how i want to make a wallpaper with pee and poo... nature's perfection. now it's time to shower.

there are some things

that i strongly dislike. deadlines for example. they're just not nice and when you have too many of them you tend to just procrastinate even more. and then you feel bad. and then your happiness curve drops drastically. today we did some calculus in maths class. i wonder if i can use calculus to calculate my mood. interesting. i'll talk to bill(1). this footnote thing is a good invention. especially because they don't count in most ib(2) word counts. two days i finished knitting this tuc(3) that i started a long time ago. it is a spiderweb tuc and i think people are into spiderwebs and tucs in this place, because i already have someting like five people on a waiting list for a sofie-made spiderweb tuc. this poses interesting questions that i normally think quite a lot about. firstly, do i really want to start mass production of tucs? will i then become a victim of simulacra(4)? i think i don't mind. call me a victim of our time. i started building a scandinavian design inspired house today. well it's actually more of an installation. it's a scandinavian swastik made of wood house. i think it'll be cool. i'll post a picture when it's finished. today is ee(5) day. i have to finish my first draft by tomorrow, so that nitin(6) can 'spend some time with it'. really all i want to do is play my guitar and sing cheesy songs. like 'you were meant for me' by jewel. but i think i'll leave that alone for now. have you ever thought about just how perfect nature is? else, can you give me some philosophical input on this one? thank you. it's time to clean the room before i start my ee. i feel better now. (1) bill is my maths teacher. his mom is sick so he's going to the us for some time now. that means we have to do a lot of homework. i like maths so that's fine. (2) ib stands for international baccalaureate and this happens to be the curriculum i study. when it comes to footnotes, the ib is nice and doesn't include it in your word count. except in economics. why? i don't know and i don't take economics so i don't really have to know. (3) tuc is the canadian word for something nice and warm that you put on your head in winter. or summer if you're cold. (4) simulacra is hard to describe. have you read 'the hour of the star'? you will understand it better then. basically it describes the proces of the copy becoming the authentic work. (5) ee stands for extended essay. this is an ib requirement. it has to be approximately 4000 words. (i think shane has like 7000 including footnotes. oh sweet, shrewd shane.) whereas shane's ee is about revival of languages, mine is about minority groups requesting autonomy and the consequences of such requests. case study: albanians in macedonia. (6) nitin is one of the economics teachers in this school. he is also the wada parent of wada 3, and he is my ee supervisor. ironically, it is me pushing him to give me deadines. i need a kick in the ass. even if i have to kick myself.

there are some thing

victory!

today has been one long good day. went for my first two blocks and after that i slept all day as english class was cancelled and when i finally went for lunch, krishna was there and told me of a big fat parcel waiting for me in his office. came home, opened the treasure chest and found food and birthday gifts. some food has already been eaten, the arcade fire cd has been played and the 1000signs book from taschen thoroughly examined and ... i did a biology lab. how much better can a day get? now is the time for millions to lose and me to do yet another biology lab. as shane just saud, it is the time to get to business.

thank you, day, for being so nice.

new and exiting things.

exiting, yes very exiting. this thing about me getting a portfolio request from Glascow seems to me quite a big deal and i want to share this with the world as the last thing i do before i go to sleep. exiting, because i finally see the end of one era and the beginning of another one. entering.
i want to sleep and in my sleepiness i can think of a few things to say about what i like in life.

1) when the light cuts in india and everything shuts down for a few seconds. why? because it shuts down my brain activity too. i think it's a bit like fainting, but i've never fainted so i don't know.
2) shane. because she knows that friends are not friends because you hang out with them but because when you don't hang out with them you know they're there.
3) music. i admit it. i like cheesy music. you see when i was younger i would listen to alternative music because i thought it would make me unique. i realized i would still be the same even though i revealed to the public that i know the lyrics to some celine dion songs. i do.
4) mail. good old letters. this might sound self(-)contradictory coming from a blogger, but nothing can beat the joy of meeting an excited krishna in the caf.
5) freely translated from 'for så høgt har eg elska': "it is exhausting to always live in a kind of restless exile. at some point we need to pretend to be at home in some geographical place. the problem of growing up in two different places is that wherever you are the people there will think that you are at home somewhere else. nobody thinks you'll stay for long, they think you want to go home to the others. i was always at home somewhere else." i feel at home in this and it's nicely written. that's why it's on this list.

i don't want to write a list of things i don't like. i'll save that for a day when i'm in a bad mood.
i can however tell you, maybe you have already gathered, i don't like capital letters. oh and to respond to shane's love for hyphens: how can you love such a fragmenting thing. it's beyond me. but maybe i'm just tired. good night.

kjæresten min

jeg må jo ha et bilde av kjæresten min i bloggen. dette er Nicolas og han er kanskje sånn ca verdens beste!

MUWCIFEST

So muwcifest happened this friday on the helipad. A big event with even a bunch of scandalized Riverdale kids present. Even the Masala Larkis (I correct myself; Ladkis) performed. If I were to measure success on the basis of talent, I would be reluctant to even mention this performance at all. The positive girl I like to consider myself as, I choose to look on the bright side. When we brought out the angry Alanis Morrissettes in us, people jumped. At least Ella. That counts as a victory.
Speaking of Ella, I think she was my favourite performer. Ingrid and Ella (picture)!!! We love you!! (But only when you're strange.) Ahhh forgive my sins! Remove yourself from my mind, exclamation mark!

Monster Bee!!!

This is a Monster BEE! Vasuman catched it flying around in Wada 2, and this picture was taken in honour of our Biology teacher, Sindhu. Here you go.

This is strange. People sitting all around with their laptops (I did hear rumors of wada 1 being even worse though), what can I say. It's a new and exciting time for all of us. Besides this there isn't very much happening here except the second year syndrome overtaking us. I guess that's quite normal though. I have set a new record in movie watching (I'm known for falling asleep during movies such as Lord of the Rings and City of God): 4 movies in 4 days! On Saturday I watched CKY4 (stupid entertainment), Sunday Dead Man Walking (cliché), Monday Run, Lola, Run (cool consept) and today, Gandhi (in history class). I would estimate the total duration of these movies to be around 7 hours. And I didn't fall asleep! Pune on Saturday was fun - BSSK, the orphanage where I go every weekend was nice as ever (feeding children who don't know how to eat is a bit of a challenge), and I finished off the day with some food shopping and approximately 4 hours of having chinese buffet and beer in Mainland China. What a day. Today is History IA day! (Shane, you're a daft prick sitting there on msn not working. Motivate me please!)