http://cvip.fresno.com/~jsh33/roar.html

List of people loved by me behind boyfriend's back:
1. [Aradon Templar]
Sweety sweety sweety!
2. Grant something (gonna check his name laters)
The awesome tour-guide man-thingie in National Gallery who took us to see two paintings and told everything about them... I listened to his every word, reacted with my expressions and followed him around like a puppy... god how embarrassing... ^_^;;;
3. John Devane
My Contextual Studies lecturer (one out of three). He is so brilliant, I can't help but stare in awe. (It doesn't matter that he's way over his 50s... ^_^;;)

♥♥♥♥♥


here for safekeeping.

17:47:49 iippo: First my mom sent me stuff from finland that included a clipping from a paper. It was a column written by this author about art school students and how unlikely they are to help the world move forward, and it was like my mom was clearly implying that she thought the same way... It's like she thinks I live in some dream world, that I think I can go from school to the life of an artist, i know it's not like that but just because I'm not afraid of the world (what is the worst that can happen? you can die. no biggie) doesn't mean I'm stupid.

18:22:14 Templar of the Lord: Heh. Honestly, the world has little respect for artists, it seems :P

18:25:32 iippo: That is true. And the article-writing-thingie my mom sent me made sense, it had this example of an art school student and how much more important a, say, plumber is to the society. Now I'm the first person to acknowledge that, but I can't really help that I'm physically very not-suited for that sort of job. But I do realise I have to do some other kind of work after school, before I get a job around art or design, and I'm fine with that. So I'll be poor, so what?

  
18:28:17 Templar of the Lord: Meh, if the entire population did logical, benificial jobs such as plumbing or researching, then the world would go insane due to lack of artistic refreshment. Imagination would disappear, as well, since our reality would only consist of what we see in front of us, due to the lack of artistic displays that show unusual stuffs :)
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18:39:34 iippo: We have to compile all sorts of stuff there [contextual studies logbook]. Lecture and seminar notes and hand-outs go in of course, articles about art/art history, excerptfrom books, photo copies, leaflets from galleries and exhibitions, anything that you think you could find useful later in your life around the arts.

  
18:41:12 Templar of the Lord: Interesting... Maybe your mom sent the article for that, just to remind you what the world thought about artists at the time....

17:27:46 iippo: Oh and in case you people didn't know, this month shall be known as 'insult iippo's intelligence -month'. Rejoice oh world.

  
17:39:45 SilverFire: insult iippo's intelligence? why would people do that? O.o

17:47:49 iippo: First my mom sent me stuff from finland that included a clipping from a paper. It was a column written by this author about art school students and how unlikely they are to help the world move forward, and it was like my mom was clearly implying that she thought the same way... It's like she thinks I live in some dream world, that I think I can go from school to the life of an artist, i know it's not like that but just because I'm not afraid of the world (what is the worst that can happen? you can die. no biggie) doesn't mean I'm stupid.

  
17:51:13 iippo: Number 2: boyfriend. I tried to make a conversation and asked what was his exam about and the reply came: "It's related to my course, you wouldn't understand" (this was online). I, in a pissed off polite tone asked, excuse me? And he just said "forget it, you are better at arts." Now, I know I'm better at arts, why do you think it's my 'major'? But that doesn't mean I don't understand human speech when using a language I know fluently. If you say it was 'mathematics' I understand perfectly, even a little bit more difficult mathematic terms I can understand just ok. He has two more strikes, after third I will start punching him when he does that.

  
17:54:59 SilverFire: *hugs*

17:55:03 iippo: Number 3. My teacher. She came to see what I was working on in the studio. I have three different-topic stuff going on (all adapted from Andrew Wyeth's Winter 1946) and I had just started the third one, a symbolistic thing that relates the story of Cain to the painting. So when she came, she ignored that one and wanted me to concentrate on the one that I lied less - this big, white thing made of toilet paper with shapes of shadows and something like that and she said she'd rather see me do four or five of those than this one that I was interested in (which she couldn't see alright because there was only one crummy sketch up anyway). So I did as she suggested, started another...

  
17:56:14 SilverFire: :-( bad day, then?

17:56:39 iippo: toiletpaper thingie and half way there I got so booored with it. So quickly I finished and continued with the earlier one. Later the other teacher - Jim, he is so great - came and I explained all on the wall to him and he was very encouraging, he gave useful tips and he noticed right away that the toiletpaper stuff was my least favourite one.

  
17:56:53 iippo: not all happened today thank god. beginning of this month (30th-2nd something like that)

Apparently when Christmas is coming, normal postcards cease to be. I mean how difficult would you think finding normal postcards for cheap be in a city with 99 P Store and Poundland, dozen different places specialized in cards and at least 50 newsagents? And no regular postcards for reasonable price... meh.
*goes to student union to steal promotional purposes cards*

After some conversations and a whole lot of studio practise (=in studio mind is free so studio means thinking) I've come to a conclusions that I find interesting.
1. When I lived in Finland I was a countryside girl, and what countryside girls do is countryside work. Picking berries, helping with the potato-field, help clean the house, and that sort of things. When I moved to England, I had to adjust to urban life in Coventry.
2. Gautam is from (New?) Delhi. That is a huge city. So he lived an urban life in India, and as far as I can tell, a fairly rich life. When he moved to England, he had to adjust to a small-town life, and also he had to start working very hard to stay in university, because he is an overseas student (I am not, I'm an EU-student, cheaper and easier for me).

So we both had to adjust, but when you consider it, I basically took a step up, and he took a step down, in a sort of social ladder.

This I gathered from a conversation we had. He is always very tired after his work - and he should be, his job is awful. I was very tired the other night and said so, and he said something like "now you know what it's like to be tired." In my head I went "excuse me? I do know what it's like to be tired, it's not the first time you know!" and I said that in a milder, un-angry tone. He said ok, and explained that it is the first time to be tired for him, that he was never tired in India because he doesn't have to walk anywhere there or sweep the floor or wash utensils or anything like that. I was very surprised and thought "hmm? So in their family they make the mother to do all that? Or is it just that he doesn't help?" so I asked him "who does that in your house then?". He explained that they have a maid who does that.


On a sidenote, there has been another 'clash' with indian people. When it was late sunday evening after a movie, my roommate Isabel said that she was very tired, and that she didn't want to be rude but could everyone go home. And Rajat said "we are leaving anyway" in a way that Isabel misunderstood as very patronizing. She thought he meant that they would only leave at their own will, that it doesn't matter what she or I think about them staying, when he just meant to say that she wasn't being rude and that she shouldn't worry about that.

Interesting.
I really like having indian people as friends because the culture is so different. It's fascinating, in some ways it's challenging for my intellect... I get other sort of thinking than this jammed, sceptic western way that is forced upon everyone in Finland. Same with my chinese friends.

God, I never thought I'd say the following sentence.







I'm not going to say the sentence because I refuse it to be true. Actually it's not true at all, I just wanted to put in my diary because it would be pretty funny, but then again, here are people who might read it who know the person in question and might take it seriously. So it's not really true, it's just something that you can say to shock people and then tell the story behind it, that makes it very un-shocking when you find out the facts, kinda like tabloid headlines, have you noticed? They always exaggerate, the real story is never as good as the headline implies. It's part of their selling strategy... Gee, now that I've taken all this time to talk about how it's not true, you'd think I could say it out loud, don't you, or more like type it out loud, heh. I think I'll go on a bit longer, then hide the sentence in the text, so those people who I know don't really care to read much, would miss the actual sentence, but how do I know that the people who know the person in question are those un-reading people?

Ok, desicionary: I'm not saying the sentence.

So I took a fake IQ test. Result:

Congratulations, Inari!
Your IQ score is 129

This number is based on a scientific formula that compares how many questions you answered correctly on the Classic IQ Test relative to others.

Your Intellectual Type is Insightful Linguist. This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results.

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http://musicindiaonline.com/l/17/m/actors.447/

A thing I find curious:

The first person I kissed properly, was from Australia.
My first real boyfriend is from India.



I've had crushes on Finnish boys but it seems that I just can't get it on with Finnish guys. How odd.

The secret of being miserable is to have leisure to bother about whether you are happy or not


How true is this!

http://www.travlang.com/languages/index.html

Time for a diary entry with all the good qualities of an "oh-how-life-sucks" -entry:

The monday noticed iippo around four. She went home and because she had agreed with her roommate, she started to move the beds and the furniture to different places so that both laptops could get internet access. In the middle of the job, with both beds moving, she had a spaz. "I don't need to change stuff, we already have plugs near everything we need!" So she moved everything back to their original places. Then she realised that it's not about the electric plugs, but the phoneline plugs. So she moved the beds again. After having done that, her friend Nabil came to visit her. He played the good song on the laptop (Mahi Ve) and he had brought chocolate chip cookies. Everything seemed nice. Iippo started to go through her papers and diary, and to her horror she noticed that the rent is due this week Friday. So she hustled herself and her friend out of the room and out of the house. Then she noticed that her keys were in the locked room, so even if she'd ring the bell and get one of those cold british people to open the door, she'd still have to wait for her roommate to open the bedroom door. She wasn't due for another hour. Around then her friend noticed that he had left his phone inside. So they agreed to go to the bank and come back after roommate was home. They walked to the bank and to her absolute joy, she noticed that the bank had closed. Thye agreed to go to an open access internet room to spend time.

What happens on the next episode:
-She will get hit by a car
-She'll be fined for something university related
-She can't get her account number in time.
-She finds her boyfriend in the arms of another girl
-She gets hit by a doubledecker
-She gets kicked out of BarrasLane and University
-She misses the plane home
-Her homecountry goes through a revolution and she is no longer a citizen of any country