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A tad on posting

Even though I don't really like blabbing about myself, it often turn out to go that way. Unfortunately for both you and me.

Sometimes it just seems easier to write about what's going on in my life and what situations I come to face that discussing ideas, ideologies and all those big "I"s. Not to mention that it's really dorky discussing things when it's actually just me who's typing them up. One tends to lose the feedback affect that way.

I don't really fear people disliking my ideas or attitudes (after all, we're all bound to come to that point eventually, but it's somehow hard to put it all out there. For some it's easy (and believe me, I've run into all kinds of blogs), but I seem to be on the shy side. There's always that tiny chance that someone I know(and someone I don't really want to read this) will stumble upon it.

Mental hinderance, I guess. I wish it wasn't there, but it is. And that's the reason I'll keep it within boundaries, even though it might be liberating to simply let it all out.

I digress.

Even though I wish there was some more content to this blog, I hope no one is taking it too seriously too keep it against me. Sometimes I get enthusiastic and sometimes I just can't be bothered. Sometimes I write about ideas, but sometimes I just rant on. Sometimes I write about what I do and what I want to do, and sometimes I just upload a couple of photos.

For those of you who bear with me, thank you! If stopping by and reading a couple of lines while sipping your coffee makes you have a short break, unwind and take a breath, I'm happy...

Note: This post was actually originally titled 'Aborigines - Chapter Three (being that Chapter Two was long overdue, I skipped it)', but I obviously went a bit off topic, so I'll leave that for the next one.

I know, I know.

And I do know. It's been a while. So much to write, but so little time.

I'll try to write when I can. I have bits and pieces laying all round. I just have to get them all together.

Here's a teaser until that happens...

Resolution

Even though I don't really like all the posts here on Insanity Breaches, it's the blog closest to my personality. I tend to dislike all the rants in case I read them a year after, but that's who I am and there's not much to be done about it.


So, with apologies to all those who prefer me writing in Croatian, I apologize. Writing in English is more likeable to create a world-wide crowd, make me famous, turn me into a star, and award me an Oscar. But then it's you who'll be on the thank-you list during my I-would-like-to-thank-the-Academy® acceptance speech.


So from now on, this is the only blog I'll be updating. Maybe I'll add something in Croatian from time to time, just to spice it up a bit - for old times' sake.


I'll just stick the latest post from the prospective-yet-failed Australian blog and that's it.


So, until we read again...

Multiblogging

I have kind of mistreated this blog by writing more and more on my Croatian one, but that might change.


I initially started writing in English during my travels and then somehow kept it going that way. Probably because of a lot of my friends who live abroad and who I speak English with, but also because (truth be told) most of the people speak it anyway.


Some are too shy to leave comments or take the step of writing their own thoughts, but it's an exercise for me, especially now when I have to focus on my English skills even more.


The reason I started writing a bit more in Croatian is that barely visible line, so thin between the language and yet fiording (I just made that up) a giant gap between expressions.


Sometimes I just miss the little phrases I'm used to. Naturally, some phrases are just untranslatable. The swear words can't be respectively mirrored. Sometimes fuck just doesn't cut it.


And being that I'm supposed to move to Australia within the next couple of months, I started thinking that I should probably keep a thorough blog about it. Who knows, someone might even use the information.


On the other hand, I don't want to make a boring blog that deals with the immigration process and initial resident issues. I'd like to keep it simple and, as much as possible, fun to read. Well, at least not boring.


Then there's the problem of the readership - again. Who'll read the English blog? My family certainly won't. (Now that I think of it, I probably don't want them to read it either.)


As you can see, I can't really seem to make up my mind, but it'll probably end up being one blog I'll try to update as regularly as I can, but I'll add links to the other ones, just for the possibility that someone maybe wants to go back in time and read what I've been ranting about.


So, there you go - another pointless post. 1:0 for me.

Waiting...

Jeez, I'm boring myself with the struggle whether to write or not. The idea wobbles through my head like a total Indian [please read with cerebrals, accompanied by a, well, head wobble] and it's annoying as a vine fly. On ecstasy. And Red Bull.

I hate not having time. The time to check some blogs that I like to check out or to write some of my own crap; to simply stare at the blank space where the post is supposed to appear. But I hate something even more ― not actually doing anything that makes me not have time. It's just small things which, by the mighty-hated Murphy law, take at least five hours. Going to the bank or trying to catch a certain professor at the uni; looking for new winter shoes ('cause it's been ages and my sneakers are water prone) or taking a power nap during the afternoon.

Are the days too short? Well, for fuck's sake, yes! It's complete dark by four. And it's -9. Minus. Nine. Mediterranean my ass! Five layers don't seem to cover it. I might as well move to Gdansk, if you know what I mean.

And what have I been doing? The same old shit. Staring at the same papers, translating the same words and trying to figure out the same old shit. I should try translating shit. Krap.

I wrote the final yesterday, again. I blanked out ― again ― and noobed up on the easiest question. One would think that someone already dealing with Indo-Europeistics for months would know which is the most widely-spread and famous theory about Indo-Europeans. Not me. My mind was a green meadow. Wide and sunny, with butterflies and daisies and all.

I was supposed to translate the verb to milk into Sanskrit. Think that's weird? No. What's weird is that I knew what it was in Greek, Latin, Old Slavic and Lithuanian. But no, I get Sanskrit. Dhanyavād! Feels like talking to myself really. I'm not sure anyone understands me...

Anyway, waiting for results. Eleven hours and counting. Not to mention that I have both exam on the same day. Again. Merry... Wednesday!

a tad about india...

The view of the Himalayan range from Binsar, Uttaranchal, 2008
The highest peak is Nanda Devi (नन्दा देवी) with 7816 m, making it the second highest peak in India. This is where I left my soul...

i just ran into the blog i've been writing when i was in india and it's quite crazy to read it now. i guess that's how i'll feel in a couple of months reading this... anyway, here's the link - if anyone cares at all...

here's a link to the flickr photostream, so you can check out the selected photos...

नमस्कार!