We will miss you like mad and love you forever.Monday, 18 February 2008
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
storie di ordinaria idiozia - 1
Aeroporto di Maastricht/Aachen, sull'autobus che porta alla stazione.
Personaggi:
-Io, nel mezzo dei fatti miei
-Giovane passeggero italiano sprovveduto paga il biglietto ma non lo ritira (GP)
-Altro giovane passeggero con forte accento torinese (che chi mi conosce, lo sa! E ho detto tutto) (GP2)
Autista dell'autobus: Monsieur... Meneer... Hey, Mister! (ripetutamente)
Io: senti, va' che mi sa che sta parlando con te...
GP (all'autista): ah? cosa?
Io (che non vorrei dire, ma sono comunque più sveglia, anche intanto che sto ascoltando il lettore mp3... multitasking è il mio secondo nome): penso che tu non abbia il biglietto
GP: ah già. (ritira il biglietto)
GP (torna al suo posto): senti, già che ci sono... sai mica come si arriva a Liegi???
Io: eeeehm, no. (pensiero: Dio bono, non sapevo di aver scritto "travel agent's" in fronte) Comunque alla stazione dovresti trovare indicazioni.
GP2 (rivolto a me): Sènti, scuuuusa, sai mica se questo autobus porta alla staziòòòone cèentraaale? Ah, comunque a Liegi devo andarci anch'io ma è facile una volta arrivati in stazione.
Io: sì, passa dalla stazione.
GP2: ah, grazie.
poi parte la sequela di domande di GP2 che vi risparmio.
Da questo viaggio ho imparato una cosa: ho la faccia da ufficio informazioni ambulante.
Personaggi:
-Io, nel mezzo dei fatti miei
-Giovane passeggero italiano sprovveduto paga il biglietto ma non lo ritira (GP)
-Altro giovane passeggero con forte accento torinese (che chi mi conosce, lo sa! E ho detto tutto) (GP2)
Autista dell'autobus: Monsieur... Meneer... Hey, Mister! (ripetutamente)
Io: senti, va' che mi sa che sta parlando con te...
GP (all'autista): ah? cosa?
Io (che non vorrei dire, ma sono comunque più sveglia, anche intanto che sto ascoltando il lettore mp3... multitasking è il mio secondo nome): penso che tu non abbia il biglietto
GP: ah già. (ritira il biglietto)
GP (torna al suo posto): senti, già che ci sono... sai mica come si arriva a Liegi???
Io: eeeehm, no. (pensiero: Dio bono, non sapevo di aver scritto "travel agent's" in fronte) Comunque alla stazione dovresti trovare indicazioni.
GP2 (rivolto a me): Sènti, scuuuusa, sai mica se questo autobus porta alla staziòòòone cèentraaale? Ah, comunque a Liegi devo andarci anch'io ma è facile una volta arrivati in stazione.
Io: sì, passa dalla stazione.
GP2: ah, grazie.
poi parte la sequela di domande di GP2 che vi risparmio.
Da questo viaggio ho imparato una cosa: ho la faccia da ufficio informazioni ambulante.
Sunday, 10 February 2008
Back from Holland :'(
This picture says a lot more than you can imagine about the weekend I've spent (sigh) in Holland... I wish I was still there!I really enjoyed being with Gea, we hadn't seen each other in 4 years (omg!) and it was great to dry my throat off from too much chitchat :) and to be her "living dictionary" yesterday in Germany!
Aachen is so cute, there are many more shops than I could imagine LOL...
Highlights of the weekend:
-il Finocchio! (che ha molti più significati di quanto possa sembrare)
-la parte buona e la parte cattiva dell'ostello
-la mia tuta di pile coi cuoricini (a seguire le foto sullo spazio picasa di Gea)
-i miei capelli che non stanno più a posto ora che li ho tagliati
-l'omino ciccione e cattivo
-la bustina dei liquidi da portare nel bagaglio a mano
-Gea che è entrata nel tunnel dei prodotti Bebe per colpa del meraviglioso burrocacao
-io che volevo farle comprare la cremina per il culo dei neonati come crema da viso
-l'argento dorato (che pidocchi!)
-il femore di Carlo Magno che a dispetto del nome sarà stato alto si e no un metro e 20
-i biscottini italiani e olandesi (e quelli tedeschi con l'ostia e la frutta che hanno poche calorie)
-and so on and so forth...
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
-2
48 more hours before my plane takes off to Holland... and I am still busy hanging my clothes to dry and making a list of what I need -and what I CAN'T bring on the hand luggage. how boring.
But I'm soooooooooooooooo excited *_* I can't wait!
But I'm soooooooooooooooo excited *_* I can't wait!
Sunday, 3 February 2008
bring the light.
I saw the Smashing Pumpkins live yesterday... I'd been waiting for this moment for ages... I mean, 10 years is almost half of my entire life and that's how long I'd been waiting to see them on stage.
I knew I would love it right from the very start... and I wasn't wrong. It was awesome, I lost myself in the music and kept singing along, and burst out in tears -happy tears!- when I heard the first bit of "tonight tonight" which is possibly my favourite song from the pumpkins.
Needless to say I'm voiceless today, but wearing my SP european tour t-shirt with pride and with their awesome music in my ears...
I knew I would love it right from the very start... and I wasn't wrong. It was awesome, I lost myself in the music and kept singing along, and burst out in tears -happy tears!- when I heard the first bit of "tonight tonight" which is possibly my favourite song from the pumpkins.
Needless to say I'm voiceless today, but wearing my SP european tour t-shirt with pride and with their awesome music in my ears...
Tuesday, 15 January 2008
reminiscing.
The power of reminiscing is amazing.
I was finishing off a report on a project I've done for uni and opened up my thesis file again because I needed to check something in the bibliography... Several weeks have gone by since my graduation day, and an ever longer time has elapsed since I pushed enter for the last time and considered my work as completed, and mixed emotions collapsed on me with all possible strength and violence as soon as that file was gazing at me from the computer screen.
I was totally stressed out in the end and couldn't wait for it all to be over, and what was certainly beyond the most vivid imagination was that at some point, sooner or later -sooner than later indeed- I would miss the limbo between finishing my exams and my graduation like crazy.
I miss most of that time, possibly because I am still overwhelmed by the result I got and by the awareness that I made it, that I have overcome an outrageous amount of pain and difficulties and that I am standing somewhere new, with new enthusiasm, new motivation and new goals to reach.
I miss the days I spent in front of the pc screen, moaning about the workload, the pressure, the university itself and blaming myself for being way too self-critical.
I miss the insane amount of hours that went by between one paragraph and the next, in an obsessive quest for perfection that made me rewrite the same sentence over and over again until it sounded smooth enough, elegant enough, pretentious enough but not too much.
I miss the nights I spent on the computer and the hectic exchange of e-mails with my awesome supervisor. He's dedication in person; I still feel guilty for depriving him of essential hours of sleep and for obsessing him with my paranoid attitude and I owe him big.
I miss the support I got from the people who care for me, and I'm grateful I've been under such pressure because these are the times where the truly important people come out, those who really care. My bf, my family, my friends... each of them in their own personal way never failed to make me feel they were there, regardless of the distance, of our busy schedules, of different timezones.
I miss going to bed at 5 in the morning and sleeping until mid-afternoon, running for an hour on the treadmill and then starting to work again.
I miss obsessing my friends on MSN and complaining I don't know what I should write next.
And I still find it hard to believe that this all means so much to me that it makes me cry.
I was finishing off a report on a project I've done for uni and opened up my thesis file again because I needed to check something in the bibliography... Several weeks have gone by since my graduation day, and an ever longer time has elapsed since I pushed enter for the last time and considered my work as completed, and mixed emotions collapsed on me with all possible strength and violence as soon as that file was gazing at me from the computer screen.
I was totally stressed out in the end and couldn't wait for it all to be over, and what was certainly beyond the most vivid imagination was that at some point, sooner or later -sooner than later indeed- I would miss the limbo between finishing my exams and my graduation like crazy.
I miss most of that time, possibly because I am still overwhelmed by the result I got and by the awareness that I made it, that I have overcome an outrageous amount of pain and difficulties and that I am standing somewhere new, with new enthusiasm, new motivation and new goals to reach.
I miss the days I spent in front of the pc screen, moaning about the workload, the pressure, the university itself and blaming myself for being way too self-critical.
I miss the insane amount of hours that went by between one paragraph and the next, in an obsessive quest for perfection that made me rewrite the same sentence over and over again until it sounded smooth enough, elegant enough, pretentious enough but not too much.
I miss the nights I spent on the computer and the hectic exchange of e-mails with my awesome supervisor. He's dedication in person; I still feel guilty for depriving him of essential hours of sleep and for obsessing him with my paranoid attitude and I owe him big.
I miss the support I got from the people who care for me, and I'm grateful I've been under such pressure because these are the times where the truly important people come out, those who really care. My bf, my family, my friends... each of them in their own personal way never failed to make me feel they were there, regardless of the distance, of our busy schedules, of different timezones.
I miss going to bed at 5 in the morning and sleeping until mid-afternoon, running for an hour on the treadmill and then starting to work again.
I miss obsessing my friends on MSN and complaining I don't know what I should write next.
And I still find it hard to believe that this all means so much to me that it makes me cry.
Monday, 7 January 2008
Murphy's law proves right.
Sono tornata all'uni stamattina dopo 2 dico 2 settimane di vacanze di Natale in cui non ho fatto molto altro a parte compilare un interessantissimo (ahahaha) glossario trilingue sul trapianto di cornea, abbuffarmi come un maialino da ingrasso, leggere e dormire. Sarò uscita 3 volte a dire tanto, e sempre ben coperta.
A metà mattina comincio a sentirmi un po' di peso sul petto e fatica a respirare.
Torno a casa a metà pomeriggio e comincio a tossire, e nemmeno il latte bollente può nulla, nemmeno il the ustionante con tanto miele, nemmeno la sciarpa di lana al collo 24/7.
Sto sempre peggio, e non mi voglio misurare la febbre.
Ma non potevo ammalarmi durante le vacanze come tutti gli esseri umani un po' sfigati?
No, perché io sono DOPPIAMENTE sfigata... perché noi siamo l'unica università sulla faccia della terra dove se stai assente ti prendi i cazziatoni, che neanche al liceo. E se sei presente, per la verità, te li prendi comunque.
Sigh.
A metà mattina comincio a sentirmi un po' di peso sul petto e fatica a respirare.
Torno a casa a metà pomeriggio e comincio a tossire, e nemmeno il latte bollente può nulla, nemmeno il the ustionante con tanto miele, nemmeno la sciarpa di lana al collo 24/7.
Sto sempre peggio, e non mi voglio misurare la febbre.
Ma non potevo ammalarmi durante le vacanze come tutti gli esseri umani un po' sfigati?
No, perché io sono DOPPIAMENTE sfigata... perché noi siamo l'unica università sulla faccia della terra dove se stai assente ti prendi i cazziatoni, che neanche al liceo. E se sei presente, per la verità, te li prendi comunque.
Sigh.
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