NY is great and New Yorkers are fantastic. A guy insisted to guide us in the Grand Central Terminal railway station just because he liked us.
It would be great to live here. Maybe in Brooklyn!
One thing that has a perverse effect on my intestine is the coffee, that in that sense is like the finnish coffee.
Sunday, 3 August 2008
Friday, 1 August 2008
The sunshine state
Fort Lauderdale Airport, waiting for the boarding for our NY plane.
So far, adventres include:
-getting tanned and releasing a baby sea turtle found at the beach
-getting burned and using a FOILLE lotion that expired in 1989
-trying rock n roll roller coasters and towers of terror at DisneyWorld
-staying in a hotel called GAYLORD
-meeting a finnish cousin turned into a redneck, that has two sweet daughters that want to play with me and show me how cute their dog and cat are
-meeting cheerful people
-driving on endless highways
-trying the launch simulator at the Kennedy Space Center
-teasing my boyfriend
-teasing my mom and her boyfriend
-feeding squirrels in the garden
-baking scones
-shopping and spending 1 hour and 35 minutes at the Abercrombie store
Time to go now, next adventures available in New York City
So far, adventres include:
-getting tanned and releasing a baby sea turtle found at the beach
-getting burned and using a FOILLE lotion that expired in 1989
-trying rock n roll roller coasters and towers of terror at DisneyWorld
-staying in a hotel called GAYLORD
-meeting a finnish cousin turned into a redneck, that has two sweet daughters that want to play with me and show me how cute their dog and cat are
-meeting cheerful people
-driving on endless highways
-trying the launch simulator at the Kennedy Space Center
-teasing my boyfriend
-teasing my mom and her boyfriend
-feeding squirrels in the garden
-baking scones
-shopping and spending 1 hour and 35 minutes at the Abercrombie store
Time to go now, next adventures available in New York City
Saturday, 19 July 2008
rock the casbah
I have changed the frame of my glasses. It gives me a nerdy-vintage look that I love.
Everytime I wear those glasses and happen to glance at the mirror, my vintage-self sings these songs:
knocking at your back door (deep purple)
police on my back (the clash)
Everytime I wear those glasses and happen to glance at the mirror, my vintage-self sings these songs:
knocking at your back door (deep purple)
police on my back (the clash)
Saturday, 12 July 2008
Almost transparent blue
While being angry for the past three days with the teacher of monetary policy for his squalid sadism, I spent some time in the blue of my transparent thoughts.
When you spend a lot of time abroad, then your friends get used to it. I think most of my friends are used to the fact I am always away. And even if now I am here, living 1 km from their place, I see them less than ever before.
Those friends who travel a lot are instead always crazy about a gipsy meeting, randomly organized. The big thing is staying together, not the place where we are.
Some people find other people interesting because of their problems. The counterparts like, on thier side, to make themselves interesting just by enumerating the problems of the moment because there is nothing else interesting to say. Gossip is selfish.
Nowadays, it is important that the others like us. For this reason, everything we do and say has always to be "politically correct". There are not too many people that say what they think, no matter what. Strength comes from being liked and disliked.
It is what it is, now I just would like to take my car and go. Go somewhere nice and on the way just drive absent mindedly, see the yellow fields surrounding the way and think of those days when I was reading a book sitting on a branch of the cherry tree that there is in our garden.
I love those roads of centre-south Italy, where it seems like driving in a fairy tale, surrounded by antique feelings. Desiring nothing but lie down under the olive trees, at dusk, with the company of crickets and a nice bottle of red wine, with the one you love and those friends that appreciate bucolic occasions.
When you spend a lot of time abroad, then your friends get used to it. I think most of my friends are used to the fact I am always away. And even if now I am here, living 1 km from their place, I see them less than ever before.
Those friends who travel a lot are instead always crazy about a gipsy meeting, randomly organized. The big thing is staying together, not the place where we are.
Some people find other people interesting because of their problems. The counterparts like, on thier side, to make themselves interesting just by enumerating the problems of the moment because there is nothing else interesting to say. Gossip is selfish.
Nowadays, it is important that the others like us. For this reason, everything we do and say has always to be "politically correct". There are not too many people that say what they think, no matter what. Strength comes from being liked and disliked.
It is what it is, now I just would like to take my car and go. Go somewhere nice and on the way just drive absent mindedly, see the yellow fields surrounding the way and think of those days when I was reading a book sitting on a branch of the cherry tree that there is in our garden.
I love those roads of centre-south Italy, where it seems like driving in a fairy tale, surrounded by antique feelings. Desiring nothing but lie down under the olive trees, at dusk, with the company of crickets and a nice bottle of red wine, with the one you love and those friends that appreciate bucolic occasions.
Monday, 7 July 2008
Olympic fever
Yesterday I read on a newspaper that Dara Torres won the US trials and she is going to participate to Beijing Olympics. She is 42, she has had a baby, she has graduated, she has been suffering from bulimia...and she is a swimmer.
I am 24, I am graduating from a master of science, and I am not a swimmer, but an archer. Shall I try London 2012?
I am 24, I am graduating from a master of science, and I am not a swimmer, but an archer. Shall I try London 2012?
Thursday, 3 July 2008
everything but studying
There is nothing worse of having a boring exam and a lot of temptation that prevent from studying.
Yesterday, I spent a day at the seaside with my mom and grandma. It has been great, with my mom and grandma talking about old memories.
At the evening, I could not say no to a birthday party invitation. The friend of mine that grerw older was in my class at high school. After graduation, he confessed his mom that I have been letting him copy all the latin tests for 3 years. Yesterday, we remembered of when he forgot his glasses and he could not see my paper from far away, so I lended him mine: too feminine to be his own, but the teacher was too sleepy to notice anything.
So many good memories came out. Time helps to forget the bad and remember just the nicest memories. So true. But T. and I have always been good friends. I remember going to his place to study and his father making cookies for us. They are a nice family: they all love eachother without being too clingy.
Only once a funny thing happened. My mom came to pick me up and T.'s mom started to talk about high school friends and asked: "for example, do you know a guy called G.L.?" "Ow, yeah!...." answered my mom and I in chorus. We were going on, explaining that the guy is actually my uncle, but she interrupted us saying: "that Idiot!...imagine that..bla bla bla..." From that moment on, my mom's surname became secret!
Yesterday, I spent a day at the seaside with my mom and grandma. It has been great, with my mom and grandma talking about old memories.
At the evening, I could not say no to a birthday party invitation. The friend of mine that grerw older was in my class at high school. After graduation, he confessed his mom that I have been letting him copy all the latin tests for 3 years. Yesterday, we remembered of when he forgot his glasses and he could not see my paper from far away, so I lended him mine: too feminine to be his own, but the teacher was too sleepy to notice anything.
So many good memories came out. Time helps to forget the bad and remember just the nicest memories. So true. But T. and I have always been good friends. I remember going to his place to study and his father making cookies for us. They are a nice family: they all love eachother without being too clingy.
Only once a funny thing happened. My mom came to pick me up and T.'s mom started to talk about high school friends and asked: "for example, do you know a guy called G.L.?" "Ow, yeah!...." answered my mom and I in chorus. We were going on, explaining that the guy is actually my uncle, but she interrupted us saying: "that Idiot!...imagine that..bla bla bla..." From that moment on, my mom's surname became secret!
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
choices
Sometimes I think that I like living in Italy, despite many things.
After staying in Finland and spending all the last summer there, I can say I even like the hot weather here. It is so warm that it is impossible to think of eating anything else than icecream and melon, but it now does not bother me.
University is finishing, it is time to make choices. Those choices that matter. What to do afterwards? And where? I am so used to always have a suitcase with me; however, it is time to settle down and shack up, no?! Am I going to have time to start again the sport I love?
It seems yesterday when I finished high school and I enrolled to Uni, making the wrong pick (hobson's choice).
Ok, I still can spostpone the questions after my thesis is finished (even if it still needs a beginning and a supervisor) and think about the holidays, that are coming soon.
After staying in Finland and spending all the last summer there, I can say I even like the hot weather here. It is so warm that it is impossible to think of eating anything else than icecream and melon, but it now does not bother me.
University is finishing, it is time to make choices. Those choices that matter. What to do afterwards? And where? I am so used to always have a suitcase with me; however, it is time to settle down and shack up, no?! Am I going to have time to start again the sport I love?
It seems yesterday when I finished high school and I enrolled to Uni, making the wrong pick (hobson's choice).
Ok, I still can spostpone the questions after my thesis is finished (even if it still needs a beginning and a supervisor) and think about the holidays, that are coming soon.
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