I started studying like really seriously. German is fun. I remember why I wanted to become a translator.
When I study languages usually I need to listen to some music, like putting it on in the background. It also works when I make schemes and notes out of books. Coldplay helped today. Jamie Cullum, too (thanks Alina! - I don't know what he looks like, but he must soooo sexy and charming...).
Btw, now I finnaly realized who the Canadian guy J. looks like: Chris Martin. Younger, shier and cuter, though.
Here in Milan the weather is starting to become a bit.. suffocating. You might ask if it's hot? Not only, it's damp, too. You need to take a shower every couple of hours. And it's not even June for fuck's sake. Kaisa wrote me the other day (!!! :) ) saying it's been rather snowy in Iceland. I'd better stop complaining, I guess.
Yesterday I went to Bologna to visit Laura. She'd just sat an exam (30 cum laude, as usual...). I don't know how she can mentally make it. It's not the studying thing I'm talking about, it's the I'm-never-giving-up part that I admire. The 12-hour-a-day studying is tough, too, I guess. God, today I've been sitting here at this very desk for 8 hours and I already feel like throwing up. It feels good though to see what you've been producing at the end of the day.
Since I had my parents' car (I drove to Milan so that I can start moving some of my stuff back home next week or
so), we went to San Marino. Obviously I had never been there before - weird, uh? -. The sunlight was really strong. The village lies atop a 
cliff, from which there 
are some spectacular views all the way to the sea. There are some old ruins of the castle and forts from the Middle Age. It is very nice. There was also a wedding, Italian guy, American girl - such a stupid chick you can't even imagine -. It was... tacky. Whatever, may they have the happiest life together. 
We made bubbles and made a complete shooting session to a ladybug. And we saw two trees that loved each other v. much.
Spending time with Laura is always fun. It's not that we always need to do special things or something. As long as we're together we both feel at ease and totally ourselves. I know I can talk about anything to her. She knows me well. Her opinion is of high value to me. Just before leaving I asked her what she thought of me migrating to Australia. She didn't say anything. She's wise. I got a text message hours later where she wrote... well, I don't think that's none of your business.
I'm gonna miss her.
I'd forgotten how fun it is to drive. You can cover the distance from Milan to Bologna in about two hours. I sang all the way there and back. Like really shouting and yelling. I believe te guys from Iceland know what I'm talking about. Well, those who saw me behind the wheel on the highway certainly thought I was a lunatic or something. Who cares...
While driving back to Milan the sun set down in front of me. Despite the fact that I was risking my life - I couldn't see anything since the sun made me blind - it was really great. It was like someone was pouring gold in the sky. Simply amazing. And you could also see the trail of glittering carlights in the other direction, far away for miles. Spectacular.
I parked the car at 9 and had a couple of hours of good sleep. Then I went dancing with O. and G. It was ok, nothing special, we had higher expectations actually. I met G.L., a Swiss guy I hadn't seen in months (obviously). He's v. charming. Never got to sleep with him, though. Dammit! lol...
The days back home were ok. It's always good to be home. E. is visibly pregnant. I'm wondering how stunning the baby will look like with such gorgeous parents.
I've got to reply to some mails from the guys. I'm gonna do it in the breaks from studying. O. and I started the Twin Peaks marathon today. Quirky and creepy.
Sometimes at night I sit up in my bed. O. is sleeping next to me. She never budges. I look out of the window. The streets are silent and nobody's around. I can hear mosquitos buzzing outside. I ask myself what I should expect from that faraway place. Should I really expect something? It's always bad to have expectations. Elisa sings that sometimes the exprectation is sweeter than the love itself. It's not love I'm talking about here, but it's something equally important. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I don't have reasons to do it. I just feel like it. It's not that the thought of staying here another while really gives me nausea. It's not that I'm going there to find a cool surfer to fall for - tall, well-built and handsome -, a job - actually yes... - and a place to call my home. I think I just wanna see new places and yes, maybe meeting new people. I've always been aware of the enormous influence that the beauty of the place I live in has on my mood, my behaviour, my mind and ultimately on my life. Sydney must be very nice indeed.
I also like challanges, but I don't think that migrating really is a challenge to me. Plenty of people have done it so what's the big deal? I didn't have as many problems as I thought I would this spring.
Maybe yes, I wanna make it on my own. That might be what is really pushing away. I think that if I stayed here I'd always have my folks' support. And I so don't need that. I don't say I wanna get into trouble but I definately fancy a new beginning.
When I study languages usually I need to listen to some music, like putting it on in the background. It also works when I make schemes and notes out of books. Coldplay helped today. Jamie Cullum, too (thanks Alina! - I don't know what he looks like, but he must soooo sexy and charming...).
Btw, now I finnaly realized who the Canadian guy J. looks like: Chris Martin. Younger, shier and cuter, though.
Here in Milan the weather is starting to become a bit.. suffocating. You might ask if it's hot? Not only, it's damp, too. You need to take a shower every couple of hours. And it's not even June for fuck's sake. Kaisa wrote me the other day (!!! :) ) saying it's been rather snowy in Iceland. I'd better stop complaining, I guess.
Yesterday I went to Bologna to visit Laura. She'd just sat an exam (30 cum laude, as usual...). I don't know how she can mentally make it. It's not the studying thing I'm talking about, it's the I'm-never-giving-up part that I admire. The 12-hour-a-day studying is tough, too, I guess. God, today I've been sitting here at this very desk for 8 hours and I already feel like throwing up. It feels good though to see what you've been producing at the end of the day.
Since I had my parents' car (I drove to Milan so that I can start moving some of my stuff back home next week or
so), we went to San Marino. Obviously I had never been there before - weird, uh? -. The sunlight was really strong. The village lies atop a 
cliff, from which there 
are some spectacular views all the way to the sea. There are some old ruins of the castle and forts from the Middle Age. It is very nice. There was also a wedding, Italian guy, American girl - such a stupid chick you can't even imagine -. It was... tacky. Whatever, may they have the happiest life together. 
We made bubbles and made a complete shooting session to a ladybug. And we saw two trees that loved each other v. much.Spending time with Laura is always fun. It's not that we always need to do special things or something. As long as we're together we both feel at ease and totally ourselves. I know I can talk about anything to her. She knows me well. Her opinion is of high value to me. Just before leaving I asked her what she thought of me migrating to Australia. She didn't say anything. She's wise. I got a text message hours later where she wrote... well, I don't think that's none of your business.
I'm gonna miss her.
I'd forgotten how fun it is to drive. You can cover the distance from Milan to Bologna in about two hours. I sang all the way there and back. Like really shouting and yelling. I believe te guys from Iceland know what I'm talking about. Well, those who saw me behind the wheel on the highway certainly thought I was a lunatic or something. Who cares...
While driving back to Milan the sun set down in front of me. Despite the fact that I was risking my life - I couldn't see anything since the sun made me blind - it was really great. It was like someone was pouring gold in the sky. Simply amazing. And you could also see the trail of glittering carlights in the other direction, far away for miles. Spectacular.
I parked the car at 9 and had a couple of hours of good sleep. Then I went dancing with O. and G. It was ok, nothing special, we had higher expectations actually. I met G.L., a Swiss guy I hadn't seen in months (obviously). He's v. charming. Never got to sleep with him, though. Dammit! lol...
The days back home were ok. It's always good to be home. E. is visibly pregnant. I'm wondering how stunning the baby will look like with such gorgeous parents.
I've got to reply to some mails from the guys. I'm gonna do it in the breaks from studying. O. and I started the Twin Peaks marathon today. Quirky and creepy.
Sometimes at night I sit up in my bed. O. is sleeping next to me. She never budges. I look out of the window. The streets are silent and nobody's around. I can hear mosquitos buzzing outside. I ask myself what I should expect from that faraway place. Should I really expect something? It's always bad to have expectations. Elisa sings that sometimes the exprectation is sweeter than the love itself. It's not love I'm talking about here, but it's something equally important. The more I think about it, the more I realize that I don't have reasons to do it. I just feel like it. It's not that the thought of staying here another while really gives me nausea. It's not that I'm going there to find a cool surfer to fall for - tall, well-built and handsome -, a job - actually yes... - and a place to call my home. I think I just wanna see new places and yes, maybe meeting new people. I've always been aware of the enormous influence that the beauty of the place I live in has on my mood, my behaviour, my mind and ultimately on my life. Sydney must be very nice indeed.
I also like challanges, but I don't think that migrating really is a challenge to me. Plenty of people have done it so what's the big deal? I didn't have as many problems as I thought I would this spring.
Maybe yes, I wanna make it on my own. That might be what is really pushing away. I think that if I stayed here I'd always have my folks' support. And I so don't need that. I don't say I wanna get into trouble but I definately fancy a new beginning.
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