Ciao.
Im down with another fever with a raspy throat again.
Cross country was cancelled, so yeahp we got to have an extra day of holiday.
A lazy wednesday actually.
Started reading Eat Pray Love again.
I abandoned the novel after a few pages last year.
It looked comparably attractive this morning compared to my chineses essays though.
This book is amazing.
Well, it's about this distressed, depressed, messed up woman who left her normal life in America and travelled to Italy, India and Indonesia in search of happiness.
Currently reading the part where she went to Rome and it left me feeling rather enthralled.
Italians, the masters of il bel far niente - the beauty of doing nothing.
If i were to visit Italy...
my first meal would be fried zucchini blossoms with a soft dab of cheese in the middle. It would be accompanied with warm bread grilled in olive oil and salt. Then there would be gelato, which will be savoured in an Italian Library beside a fountain of spilling water surrounding a cupid angel.
The libraries in Italy have gardens with roses, grape vines and fountains.
Romantic much.
Oh and I actually found it amazing how Italians find it normal to have gelato at 930am. The rest of the world thinks its insane to be having ice cold cream in the early morning.
And here's a swear word in the beautiful language, Vaffanculo.
Did i mention that a handsome italian would hand me the gelato while calling me bella?
A girl can dream.
yakult and strepsils.
Rude interruption w a bottle of yakult and strepsils.
Currently what im survivng on today.
Plus bottles of water.
denim.
There's this pencil case i made from some scrap denim.
Some little thing that i made to kill time.
You cant hear me.
A drawing i attempted yesterday.
Recently i've been getting bothered by this feeling that keeps getting at me.
It's one of those that you cant form in words, those that you're dying to get off you.
Desperation to talk but none of letters seem right.
It's one of those depressing bitter sweets that you ate and you suddenly forget how to talk.
wordless conversations.
It's as if time inked your thoughts so dark you can't figure what you're feeling.
It's horrifying and terrifying cause you feel feeling-less.
Heartless but with pain, desperation and a little bit of madhatterness.
It's like you're dying to talk but you cant be heard.
Like you're shouting and screaming to a wall.
