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Hello everybody!
Pardon my recent reticence but I haven’t had much of a chance to breathe. The last few days prior to my departure were spent ODing on Red Bull in a frantic attempt to get my dissertation done (which I handed in 2 minutes before the deadline, after having rushed to uni in a cab with Virginia and then running to the school office...such a pathetic joke. It happens every time, like the bend and snap haha Legally Blonde! That is such a good movie btw).
Mom happened to arrive in London on the day of the deadline to help me carry my textbooks back for exam review in Rome. We didn’t do much sightseeing that day but we went to visit one of her church friends who now lives in London. We had a quick Chinese takeaway dinner in halls.
The next day, after I slept for ages, we went to Chinatown for dimsum lunch with Virginia and my other good Law friend Leonora, and spent the rest of the day shopping on Oxford Street.
Mom was so cool, she discovered a new shop called Berschka, a Spanish label that had just opened two weeks before (it is GREAT, price- and style- wise), and just hit it off really well with my two friends, giving advice and picking out clothes for us. I really didn’t expect that! We get along so much better now that I live in London, no nagging (which really lights my short fuse), and a lot of quality time for fun things like shopping and just hanging out together at home.
The day after that, we shopped some more for last minute souvenirs (Chiara THANK YOU for having introduced us to Dreamtime…a proposito te ne porterò as much as I can quest’estate anche perché quest’anno prx venture me ne sto a Ferrara) and left for Rome. Here, I’ve been darn busy, first with Easter celebrations and relatives, and then I began my review (or rather, study for the first time argggh). I’m such a silly sod, I actually don’t mind what I’m studying, it’s just that I’m always too distracted to get it half done during the year. However, I have to say that being at home helps me a lot. In London I find the class atmosphere a little…daunting. So I can’t finish my work ‘cos I’m too busy stressing about how the other people are doing it so much more quickly than I am. So I turn up to class unprepared and cringing every minute of it. So that the next week I’m even more discouraged…and so on and on giving rise to a glorious cycle of procrastination/non-accomplishment. Anyway, that’s all past now, no time to joke or feel litost (Ighi heehee! I think Sad Sam is in a permanent state of litost) at least for these few weeks of my life.
I really would like a new laptop. The one I left behind in London looks like something out of the Fisher-Price catalogue. I’m going to investigate the prices in Singapore, I’m sure I can get a better deal there.
I watched TV tonight. There was absolutely nothing to watch, so I started zapping. Canale 5 - la fattoria dei VIPs. Gods, what a waste of airspace. Is that Eva Henger on it? She’s beautiful, in an innocent, fresh-faced, childlike, infinitely, almost heart-rendingly, sweet, kind of way. Which is so odd considering she’s a porn star. Her kid goes to St. Georges btw. MTV - Newlyweds, with Mensa’s favourite people Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson. I have to say that I hated them with a passion a couple of years back and thought they were the most disgustingly pathetic and superficial people in the world, all the more so because they do not deserve the shitheaps of money they have. But watching the program I actually found them rather entertaining, Jessica’s sulking over Nick’s puerility when it came to football, Nick getting all excited over Halloween and doing the house up for the trick-or-treating kids…quite endearing. Heck, they may not be bright but they aren’t mean, and the only reason they are so rich are stupid teenage raging hormones, and market forces dictate that the more the demand…the more the revenue for the producers so how can one blame them for their wealth? Besides they're quite sweet to each other. maybe i don'tmine it as much cos it's dubbed in Italian and i don't have to live with JS's annoying voice. Going back to the zapping, I finally settled on Raiuno - Italia-Islanda, amichevole (W la Scandinavia!!!). final score 0-0. Squalid result, but the game wasn’t that bad to follow. Especially (BUT NOT ONLY, BEFORE YOU MALIGNANT MINDS THINK I’M A SICK DEPRAVED PERV) thanks to the lovely boys scuttling about in their blue kits. I preferred the Italian jersey of a couple of years back, the lighter blue, stretchy material and tighter fit, but this one wasn’t too bad either. Suitably figure-hugging, both top and pants, nice shade of sober blue with gold numbers and names on the back. Some of the players were good-looking, but MANY had NICE bodies. Athletic, muscular yet lean and somewhat streamlined, not chunky. Which is appreciable nevertheless but for which I am just not in the mood right now.
before soccer et al went to viale europa for ice-cream and window shopping with parents. spotted a nice pair of "smart sneakers", black, geox, not too expensive. but i want to look around first. ettore had told me ages ago about a shop that sold pradas for ridiculously low prices.
I watched another match on Saturday evening, Italy-Scotland, 2-0 for us. I thought it was hilarious. First of all the Scottish players had that typical Brit look about them, pot belly and all, which was kinda cute in its own way and made me quasi-nostalgic! But Steven Pressley, Scots n.4, is my new soccer hero! Towards the end of the game he grabbed one of our players right around the waist in a rugby style tackle. And he got pissed off when the ref intervened. !??!!? beautiful!
Spoke to Oscar on MSN yesterday, he’s so cool and cute, I like him.
Haven’t heard from Darcy since before the holidays, nor met him on MSN. Contemplating texting him tomorrow but as yet unsure. Still haven’t got proper impression of feelings for him (which by now means probably that they don’t amount to much), wouldn’t want to give him a wrong one.
Replied to Amit by email today. He’s fit. Hope to be in the same continent as him some time this century.
can't wait to see Trastevere and take loadsa pics.
what are you reading at the mo? moi, apart from Law books, Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse. whom i usually enjoy. this one is good but a tad on the depressing side so far. still, interesting in that it reports the diary of a Steppenwolf, a "wolf of the steppes", an outsider, an étranger. useful comparisons between the two classics aplenty. also, not totally out of line with the "tolerance" issue you were discussing, Cultivated Chiara and Iconoclastic Iggy. one of Hesse's (implicit) suggestion to feeling estranged from society is humour, laughter. which implies a certain confidence en soi-meme, n'est-ce pas? if not outright condescension. but perhaps necessary when faced with so much indetermination. food for thought. more on this asap.
i MISS you and LOVE you LOADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHIARETTA THANK YOU FOR THE CDs, SORRY BUT I ONLY LATELY CHECKED MY POST ME BEING IMBECILLIC ME! THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! jack johnson is sooooooooo cool, and chilled, and mellow. Amit likes him too! went to see his concert in Australia. non era affatto un regalo misero, anzi! you know how i LOOOOVE snail mail!esp if from you ma chère! me fai sempre tajà!
Pardon my recent reticence but I haven’t had much of a chance to breathe. The last few days prior to my departure were spent ODing on Red Bull in a frantic attempt to get my dissertation done (which I handed in 2 minutes before the deadline, after having rushed to uni in a cab with Virginia and then running to the school office...such a pathetic joke. It happens every time, like the bend and snap haha Legally Blonde! That is such a good movie btw).
Mom happened to arrive in London on the day of the deadline to help me carry my textbooks back for exam review in Rome. We didn’t do much sightseeing that day but we went to visit one of her church friends who now lives in London. We had a quick Chinese takeaway dinner in halls.
The next day, after I slept for ages, we went to Chinatown for dimsum lunch with Virginia and my other good Law friend Leonora, and spent the rest of the day shopping on Oxford Street.
Mom was so cool, she discovered a new shop called Berschka, a Spanish label that had just opened two weeks before (it is GREAT, price- and style- wise), and just hit it off really well with my two friends, giving advice and picking out clothes for us. I really didn’t expect that! We get along so much better now that I live in London, no nagging (which really lights my short fuse), and a lot of quality time for fun things like shopping and just hanging out together at home.
The day after that, we shopped some more for last minute souvenirs (Chiara THANK YOU for having introduced us to Dreamtime…a proposito te ne porterò as much as I can quest’estate anche perché quest’anno prx venture me ne sto a Ferrara) and left for Rome. Here, I’ve been darn busy, first with Easter celebrations and relatives, and then I began my review (or rather, study for the first time argggh). I’m such a silly sod, I actually don’t mind what I’m studying, it’s just that I’m always too distracted to get it half done during the year. However, I have to say that being at home helps me a lot. In London I find the class atmosphere a little…daunting. So I can’t finish my work ‘cos I’m too busy stressing about how the other people are doing it so much more quickly than I am. So I turn up to class unprepared and cringing every minute of it. So that the next week I’m even more discouraged…and so on and on giving rise to a glorious cycle of procrastination/non-accomplishment. Anyway, that’s all past now, no time to joke or feel litost (Ighi heehee! I think Sad Sam is in a permanent state of litost) at least for these few weeks of my life.
I really would like a new laptop. The one I left behind in London looks like something out of the Fisher-Price catalogue. I’m going to investigate the prices in Singapore, I’m sure I can get a better deal there.
I watched TV tonight. There was absolutely nothing to watch, so I started zapping. Canale 5 - la fattoria dei VIPs. Gods, what a waste of airspace. Is that Eva Henger on it? She’s beautiful, in an innocent, fresh-faced, childlike, infinitely, almost heart-rendingly, sweet, kind of way. Which is so odd considering she’s a porn star. Her kid goes to St. Georges btw. MTV - Newlyweds, with Mensa’s favourite people Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson. I have to say that I hated them with a passion a couple of years back and thought they were the most disgustingly pathetic and superficial people in the world, all the more so because they do not deserve the shitheaps of money they have. But watching the program I actually found them rather entertaining, Jessica’s sulking over Nick’s puerility when it came to football, Nick getting all excited over Halloween and doing the house up for the trick-or-treating kids…quite endearing. Heck, they may not be bright but they aren’t mean, and the only reason they are so rich are stupid teenage raging hormones, and market forces dictate that the more the demand…the more the revenue for the producers so how can one blame them for their wealth? Besides they're quite sweet to each other. maybe i don'tmine it as much cos it's dubbed in Italian and i don't have to live with JS's annoying voice. Going back to the zapping, I finally settled on Raiuno - Italia-Islanda, amichevole (W la Scandinavia!!!). final score 0-0. Squalid result, but the game wasn’t that bad to follow. Especially (BUT NOT ONLY, BEFORE YOU MALIGNANT MINDS THINK I’M A SICK DEPRAVED PERV) thanks to the lovely boys scuttling about in their blue kits. I preferred the Italian jersey of a couple of years back, the lighter blue, stretchy material and tighter fit, but this one wasn’t too bad either. Suitably figure-hugging, both top and pants, nice shade of sober blue with gold numbers and names on the back. Some of the players were good-looking, but MANY had NICE bodies. Athletic, muscular yet lean and somewhat streamlined, not chunky. Which is appreciable nevertheless but for which I am just not in the mood right now.
before soccer et al went to viale europa for ice-cream and window shopping with parents. spotted a nice pair of "smart sneakers", black, geox, not too expensive. but i want to look around first. ettore had told me ages ago about a shop that sold pradas for ridiculously low prices.
I watched another match on Saturday evening, Italy-Scotland, 2-0 for us. I thought it was hilarious. First of all the Scottish players had that typical Brit look about them, pot belly and all, which was kinda cute in its own way and made me quasi-nostalgic! But Steven Pressley, Scots n.4, is my new soccer hero! Towards the end of the game he grabbed one of our players right around the waist in a rugby style tackle. And he got pissed off when the ref intervened. !??!!? beautiful!
Spoke to Oscar on MSN yesterday, he’s so cool and cute, I like him.
Haven’t heard from Darcy since before the holidays, nor met him on MSN. Contemplating texting him tomorrow but as yet unsure. Still haven’t got proper impression of feelings for him (which by now means probably that they don’t amount to much), wouldn’t want to give him a wrong one.
Replied to Amit by email today. He’s fit. Hope to be in the same continent as him some time this century.
can't wait to see Trastevere and take loadsa pics.
what are you reading at the mo? moi, apart from Law books, Steppenwolf by Hermann Hesse. whom i usually enjoy. this one is good but a tad on the depressing side so far. still, interesting in that it reports the diary of a Steppenwolf, a "wolf of the steppes", an outsider, an étranger. useful comparisons between the two classics aplenty. also, not totally out of line with the "tolerance" issue you were discussing, Cultivated Chiara and Iconoclastic Iggy. one of Hesse's (implicit) suggestion to feeling estranged from society is humour, laughter. which implies a certain confidence en soi-meme, n'est-ce pas? if not outright condescension. but perhaps necessary when faced with so much indetermination. food for thought. more on this asap.
i MISS you and LOVE you LOADS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
CHIARETTA THANK YOU FOR THE CDs, SORRY BUT I ONLY LATELY CHECKED MY POST ME BEING IMBECILLIC ME! THEY ARE ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC! jack johnson is sooooooooo cool, and chilled, and mellow. Amit likes him too! went to see his concert in Australia. non era affatto un regalo misero, anzi! you know how i LOOOOVE snail mail!esp if from you ma chère! me fai sempre tajà!