what a shame....

i havent posted since may 2, does it mean i haven't learnt anything since then? I have revised my concept of posting my newly acquired knowledge, can't be bothered with that. i am sure it isn't the most interesting thing to read either. well, the idea of keeping the track of everyday learnings is not bad actually, but it is the style which is important i guess.

... since May 2, 2oo7...
When was it actually? well my calendar says i have reserved that week for Barcelona. Right, i was supposed to be a co-chair in an international conference, CMUN, catalonian model United Nations. i think it was a great success. on the May 1, i decided not to go to Barcelona.

- may 1, 2oo7 -
Day of Labour! da budet labour! remember tiny flags, balloons, and crowds of pioneers, who i intensely envied, and loads of ice cream... that was about 17 years ago...
well may 1, 2007 doesn't resemble my memories of may 1 17 years ago. instead of getting in the bus to barcelona (about 21 hours of journey) i got in the train to Luxembourg, but got out in Aalst, a Flemish town about 28 minutes from Brussels. there i met some flemmish and german friends. it's a farely big house with a huge garden, well it seemed huge to me, because it has been ages since i last saw a garden in Europe.
Garden: narrow and long construction with loads of plants and flowers and smells; a table with chairs, a pool with the fish, well long minutes were spent in search of a fish, and still i could see none. but roemer was convinced there were some tiny ones in there, and a big one to be barbecued. the condition was: i had to fish it out. well, i don't know if it lies on my eyesight or the bad quality of my lenses but i couldn't see any and have never fished a fish. back to the garden: invisible fish, and trees, yeah many trees, chicken and millions, seriously, millions of ants. one of the inhabitants of this wonderful house has a very interesting hobby: ants, he builds constructions with paths for the ants where they live; he then buys ugly bugs to feed his ants, and there are dozens of ants colonies there. he deliciously explained how he feeds his ants: he beheads a bug first, then cuts it into quarters and voila meal is ready.
i have to stop describing the garden. to put it short, it is a beautiful place. i had a nice time relaxing there, and reading a bit for my thesis, then we barbecued... and slept in a tent. was cool, temperaturewise and emotionally, i could observe the moon and the stars, and listen to the trees and animals, i have almost forgotten how natural it is to be surrounded by so much natural noise :)

- may2 -

7:00 am, get in the car. train station - get out the car. say bye and thanks for the hospitality. get in the train. brussels, gare du midi, get out the train. walk home. terrible room. clean it. 10:00 - off to work.

in the evening.
barbecue! you think welcoming party? no, b-day party. can't remember whose. but it takes place on the roof. it means my room, namely my window, serves as a passage for my 16 house mates and all their friends. lovely to meet everyone. remember, at about 9 am i cleaned my room. doesn't matter anymore. nice french music, europeans all over... didnt try the food, by the way. end of the day.

- may 3 -

nothing to report

-may 4 -

one of the most horrible days since i am in brussels. why? ahhmm, i don't know really. apathy. no desire to work, no reason to work, doesn't seem like i am ever gonna finish my thesis. and what then? life sucks and stuff. i was terribly down. i remember, when i was young, woohow :), everytime i felt down i just cried and then felt refreshed, now, i just feel crap.
in the evening
2 parties.
party #1
BORING. few smart commission interns discussing democritization in latin america... soon left the party. by the way we were the package of 6 people: A-male, B-male , C-male, D-female and E-female and of course F-me.

on the way to the party #2
we moved down to the tube, bought tickets... and?!... it was too late. no metro at 01:00... cool!... have to take a taxi, or two. but this is not the end of the story. we were soon locked in the metro station. D, E and C were quick enough, but A, B and F, we were locked in. i have never seen anything like that. huge gates were dividing us. A found a box for SOS message. the guy spoke french. we somehow explained that we were locked in. we somehow understood or hope that we understood that he promised to send someone. the rest of the group couldnt wait for us. they wanted us to climb over and go to the party number two.
- but please, come on let's wait. the guy promised to send people, its not gonna take long, just few minutes...
- or few hours, said D.
- come on, let's try, said A.
B was the first one to try, well he managed it. now only A and F were left in the madou station. all five pairs of eyes were staring at F now.
- no, noway, it's too high for me, and i am in a skirt, and i have no desire to climb up this monsterous gates, and i dont really want to go the party really. viel spass and lasst mich alleine.
and then i could hear nothing, because all of them were like:
- ohh, iooooooh, come on, we dont look, we help you,, ohhh, ahh and stuff.
i felt attacked. but... God sent some saviors for me. well maybe it was the guy on the SOS box, doesnt matter really. five armed men were standing behind us; they had a little magic key to set us free.
.....
we got on a taxi and went to the party, which was a huge huge disco, and really hundreds of 'smart' interns. danced till 5 in the morning...

-- may 5 --

tour around brussels, houses style nouveau. museum style nouveau, nice houses by the way. visited horta museum. the house is gorgeous. cafe a la russe. didnt schmeck really.
in the evening.
i made some dolmas, with wine leaves from an armenian shop. tasted really good.

-- may 6 --

boring. tried to force myself to study a bit. didn't succeed.

-- may 7 --

lets skip it, i cant remember if there was anything interesting on that day

-- may8--
was it yesterday? what did i do yesterday? well, read a paper about US Afghanistan policy, and dreamt that i was a daughter of the president. not karimov's, but rather, that my dad was somehow a president. i have to phone home and ask if he is considering to be a candidate for presidency, if yes have to convince him not to do so. rather stressful dream tho.

--may9--

eto denj pobedi!

got a card from the university library, costs 12.50 bloody euro. i like conversing with people who speak french and cant speak english... it's funny, i enjoyed it today. i didnt have my carte d'identite, but i still got the library card.
a sentence said by one of my colleagues made me laugh: "... i was in love, and bloody fool, when 18, i thought i was in love forever... "

in the evening

planning to go to the cinema. Eurocine 27 - european film festival with 27 films from all over EU.
regards...