Archives > March - April 2007
Monday, April 30 2007
Supersssss
I decided I will choose not to be superstitious. I decided I will keep on living with as much of an optmistic view of the world as I can... that is for at least the next 7 years. I don't know why I didn't move it before, I've had it since my life in the US, a very very pretty wall mirror with colorful details of flowers and branches, I changed two houses and never figured out where to put it, there was never a nice enough corner to hang it onto. And then today, finally, it decided to break. Yes, IT decided to break, it was not I who dropped it or kicked it by accident. It was simply leaning by an open window and goodness knows what happened, a gust of wind flew and flipped it onto the floor, I heard an infernal noise and rushed to the room to see it lying on the tiles broken into millions of pieces of different sizes, thick, thin, large, small, microscopic flickers of reflection of an object that used to make sense. My desperate soul forever afflicted by the superglue syndrome even thought for a quarter of a second to fix it, but it's obious, even if glued back together it would never give back a clear shape.
My post isn't going to be about hanging onto superstitious
beliefs to justify one's sad existance with a silly accident, such as running
into a black cat or walking under a ladder. It'll be about why we hang onto
objects from the past even when we move to a place where we know it'll no longer
be possible for them to coexist.
Why do we hang pictures of a past life on the wall, perhaps even frame images of a past with people we don't even talk to anymore, why do we keep those jeans in the closet, those we wore when we hooked up with our first date and know for a fact that no matter how much we diet are never again going to fit?
Why do we try to snuggle the past into a present and a future?
I've always had the awful habit of not throwing things away, as a result everything around me just seems to accumulate and scramble together with the new objects. I swear, I tried waking up in the morning with a different attitude, grabbing a huge garbage bag and walking around the house with the thought of filling it up with things that are no longer meaningful to me.
Even that mirror, it no longer mattered whether I ahd it or not, but now that it's in a garbage bag in the courtyard I suddenly come and think about the many places I could have put it, now that it no longer matters. No, I will not think about 7 years of bad luck, I will not miss something that even if part of my past is forever gone.
I will think positive and say it's a good thing I finally cleared up that space it used to hang against, maybe now I could put something new there... anything but another mirror.
Sunday, April 29 2007
Empty city
It's amazing how Milan empties during holiday weekends: when I lived in the US no matter what special day, Christmas, 4th of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, cities kept on moving, yes people went on vacation but not all at once! Here in Italy things are different, because for us holidays are sacred, not because of religious matters, more because when it comes to taking time off work, well, that's our favorite thing.
May 1st is Labor Day for us, that falls on a Tuesday, that means that most companies are closed on Monday the 30th, which is a completely normal day. And for that, people who daily complain about their extreme expenses, people that talk about how bad the economy is, are able to misteriously disappear to unknown lands and leave town.
This morning was just another Saturday for me, woke up, went to bellydance class, had sushi with Sabrina at Mami, came home and waited for my groceries to be delivered, did some work on the computer and went with Ste for some ice cream, then a DVD at my house and chat until about now, 1am. While it was a completely normal day for me, the only difference is that it was extremely easy to find parking, there weren't any annoying people next to us at the sushi, there was no line at Blockbuster, there was absolutely no traffic whatsoever.
Even summer is tricky when it comes to city life, because of the crazy heat and humidity people wish to get away and those who can't are at least glad to see how August can turn such a chaotic city into a liveable environment.
Tomorrow I'll meet up with some friends at Idroscalo (a famous Milan park) to try and catch some rays, and Monday and Tuesday probably the same thing. After renovating my house I have no money to spend on vacationing nor do I wish to leave my cat home just for the heck of it.... but nonetheless I don't mind living in Milan especially because it too takes a break from all the usual mayem.
Saturday, April 21 2007
Pictures of Maio's party
Here are some pics I took with some friends for Maio's b-day party... I was still recovering from bronchitis and you can tell!
Sunday, April 15 2007
Tracklist
Ok, I decided to paste this message I wrote on a message board, where they asked to indicate our all-time sexiest songs, so here's my list for ya!
112 -
Cupid
LL Cool J -
Doing it
Shakira -
Hips don't lie
Justin Timberlake -
Sexy back
Christina Aguilera -
Dirrty
TI - Why
you wanna
Janet Jackson -
I get
lonely
Busta feat. Mariah Carey -
I Know what
you want
Sean Paul feat. Keisha Cole -
Give it up
to me
Puffy & Kelly - Satisfy you
D'Angelo -
How does it feel
Robin Thicke -
Wanna love
you girl
Pharrell feat. Snoop -
Drop it
like it's hot
Gwen Stefani feat. Eve -
Let me blow
your mind
Pussycat Dolls -
Beep
Britney Spears -
I'm a Slave
for you
Wednesday, April 11 2007
Throat hell
So I'm home with bronchitis,
but I have no fever... must have been brought on after the flu I had a month ago
and I guess I just let it worsen thinking it was just a silly throat ache. While
last night I didn't get any sleep at all and have been coughing like a seal all
day long. My aunt came to visit me and gave me antibiotics, thank goodness, this
way I am hoping that by tomorrow evening I will feel halfway decent.
Swear to God I don't understand why for some doctors taking antibiotics is such
tragedy, why keep the pain for days maybe weeks when you can take a pill for 3
days and you'll be back on your feet just fine?
Well, this morning I went to get a bunch of magazines, I tried to read, I tried to study, I tried to watch tv but you know when you are sick you are unable to do things. Right now I am sitting here trying to figure out what I can do, I think I will buy something on Ebay... yeah, you know how they say, shopping always makes you feel a little better.
Monday, April 3 2007
At Club Eleven, pics of Lele's bday bash
Great times despite the old school music we got crunk :)
Sunday, April 2 2007
Theme party pictures: Chic or Trash??
Here you go, have a laugh! Went to this party dressed up like a fool, too bad everyone came "chic" or "whore" and I just look like a dumbass! LOL I had a blast regardless though hihi :P just make sure you keep in mind I don't usually dress this way!
Monday, March 26 2007
Peekaboo!
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With alterego Ste! |
Picture from the U.S. |
Sunday, March 25 2007
Basically
Basically I feel sad
basically I feel grown out of all the foolishness I'm encountering,
all the plastic statements and the lies
basically I fell unsatisfied for all the false hopes
and for settling for so little
basically I miss the presence of someone who really cares, someone who I thought would always be there for me.
basically I'm lost into this jungle of misunderstandings and saturated colors, where it all appears wonderful from afar when really it is dull from up close.
basically I feel old, when I look around and friends are getting their fairy tales I feel like I am running and going nowhere.
basically I am lonely, and the rain washes me away, it melts me onto the grey asphalt of this abandoned city,
basically it cancels me out into a crowd of empty souls, it drowns my words that were never said, were never noticed
and basically never were.
Saturday, March 3 2007
Single jungle
Swear to heavens being single is a trip! It's indeed like taking a little magic pill and throwing yourself into the oblivion of what may be the pursuit to finding your true love or the disappointment of encountering yet another shocking surprise.
There are three different singledom scenarios to describe, which one do you fall under?
THE SAD SINGLE:
Keeps telling herself that being alone is ok, that it's best to use the time to think about herself yet she sits in her room for most of the weekend. She tries to go out with her girlfriends but unfortunately most of them have men and she either stays home or goes and feels like a third wheel.
Whenever there is a chance to go to a bar and meet new people, (possibily brilliant men with something decent to say about themselves despite their desire to drink and grope) she spends 2 hours in the bathroom trying desperately to conceal or metamorphosize the face she's had for the past 26 years of her life. She arrives in the bar looking as splendid as she ever could and ends up chatting with girlfriends and their pathetic-looking male colleagues... cherry on top of the cake is when your best girl pal looks at you and says, "hun you look pale, have you been getting your beauty sleep?" So after all this, she comes to the conclusion that it's best to sit home watching Friends reruns with her cat, eating nutella or cookie dough, and hoping that someway somehow prince charming will rescue her from her second floor apartment possibly coming up the stairs with umbrella and a bunch of flowers a-la-Richard Gere in Pretty Woman.
THE BUSY SINGLE:
Is never home. She wakes up early in the am to go to work and either has tai chi lessons, latin american dance classes, chess club, trivial pursuit tournaments, shopping with girlfriends (there's nothing like a new pair of shoes to forget the pain) or visiting far away family. She is so busy that she doesn't realize doing all that stuff without precision is like doing nothing at all, and besides, she doesn't read books about bonsai because she actually cares about the stupid little trees. She keeps busy because she knows, that if she stops to think about the people that really care about her in her life all she can come up with is mom or dad, and the latter doesn't at all qualify as a male option.
THE SEX AND THE CITY SINGLE:
Doesn't give a fuck. She goes out with different kinds of people, takes her time doing anything she wishes, when Valentine's Day comes along she goes out to buy HERSELF a beautiful gift, therefore saving up on buying a gift for Romeo and getting herself something she actually likes.
She dates 1-2 men a week and her celly phone book is packed with names Giovanni, Gianluca, Alberto, Alessio, Diego, Lorenzo, Roberto, Claudio and dates so many of them that she just ends up calling all of them "honey" or "sweety", so she doesn't confuse identities.
Some of the women that fall into this category live in perfect denial, thinking that their life is fine this way and that they don't need anyone but themselves.
Other of them feel like they are playing blindfolded, desperately trying to reach into the world of men (aka jungle) and find someone who will actually care for them or at least be normal. They keep wondering WHY they keep running into the sad sort of man:
- the one who falls in love with her desperately, after about 2 days, and wants to practically move in
- the one who wants a booty call
- the one who tells her he really cares about her, goes the distance to make her understand that, and when she's finally head-over-heels for him he apologizes and says he's got some personal problems and isn't ready for a relationship
- the one who takes her out to great places, is really sweet and present, and likes to do this same thing with several other women
- the one who spends the entire evening talking about how much money he has and how successful he is
- the one who ditches her for yet another night at work
- the one who kisses her on their first date and then goes on to try and be her perpetual friend
- the one she spends an amazing wild night with, big and tall, who she later finds out is morbously attached to his mother and sleeps with teddy bears.
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All right I'm going to stop my analysis of single women, because I must get ready for a night out myself. Yes, a night out into the jungle. So although I represent a little bit of all of the categories I described above I say to all my women out there to hang in there, because I know eventually, in a little corner, when we least expect it, lies the most wonderful guy we've ever come across. What really matters is to avoid hiding from him.
