Yeah, yeah, yeah... Long time no read, I know. Loads of news, but since this is not my Dear diary, I'm not updating anybody about my life. Wanna know any news? Ask me. Period.
Actually, what has driven me to updating my blog was just PMT and my mother. And the fact that I am reading High Fidelity - a book that makes you want to go around creating Top 5 lists.
So, here goes the first, in a teenage tone.
TOP 5 MOST IRRITATING THINGS A MOTHER DOES:
==> Always having a nasty comment about your weight.
==> Always knowing the right moment to utter that: when your self-steem is at the lowest.
==> Always giving that I-told-you-so look when things go wrong - your diet included.
==> Always having something 'alternative' to take: juices with lettuce, homeopathy, good vibrations and crap like that.
==> Never complimenting in a clear way. When doing so, making sure it sounds like an offence.
There, I made my first High Fidelity list. I'm only half way through the book, hence there will be more lists. Hopefully made by a better mooded writer.
Cheers.
Soundtrack: the title of this post, by John Wesley Harding
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10/05/2010
Read me to sleep
I started studying for the Cambridge language examinations in 1997. I enrolled for the CPE preparatory without the slightest idea of what it was. Obviously, I dropped it after 3 months. Last year I decided to go for something easier - CAE.
At the beggining I though it was as difficult as CPE. I almost gave up once more. However, few hour of studying per week has lead me to a brand new universe: the I-am-capable-of-doing-it universe. Consequently, I've become aware of what I would have to do to fill the language gap that has always bothered me: have fun with English. I have always loved listening to the news (don't ask me why... I just love it. Period.), so I've been insanely downloading the Global News Podcast in an almost daily basis from the BBC website.
Nonetheless, it's reading that's been making my days deliriously happier. I've been madly in love with it since I first joined two syllabes to make a meaninful word come to live. Therefore, I'm deeply immersed into cubic meters of a wide range of language, soaking up every single chunk presented to me by those who have been touched by sweet the hand of inspiration. And I'm about to be tucked in by one of them.
So, good-night, sweet readers and flights of angels read thee to thy rest.
Soundtrack: Asleep - The Smiths
At the beggining I though it was as difficult as CPE. I almost gave up once more. However, few hour of studying per week has lead me to a brand new universe: the I-am-capable-of-doing-it universe. Consequently, I've become aware of what I would have to do to fill the language gap that has always bothered me: have fun with English. I have always loved listening to the news (don't ask me why... I just love it. Period.), so I've been insanely downloading the Global News Podcast in an almost daily basis from the BBC website.
Nonetheless, it's reading that's been making my days deliriously happier. I've been madly in love with it since I first joined two syllabes to make a meaninful word come to live. Therefore, I'm deeply immersed into cubic meters of a wide range of language, soaking up every single chunk presented to me by those who have been touched by sweet the hand of inspiration. And I'm about to be tucked in by one of them.
So, good-night, sweet readers and flights of angels read thee to thy rest.
Soundtrack: Asleep - The Smiths
02/12/2007
Remedies
I'm a remedy freak. I just love them. Going to the drugstore is like going to the mall for me and I always leave there carrying more remedies than I actually need.
The explanation is quite simple: I'm in pain, I take a pill, I feel better.
Headache? Tylenol.
Backache? Too much physical exercise? Muscle relaxing.
Stomachache? Antacid.
Hangover*? Painkiller containing caffeine.
But my worse health problem is insomnia, a stressful consequence of anxiety. I've been living with it since my early years, and of course it gets worse from times to times according the moment I'm living.
Too many things to do on the other day is a synonym of a terrible night sleep . Problems unsolved, routine drastic changes or even lack of things to do, too.
Sometimes I just want to see the hours passing by as they just insist on staying still.
Anyway, I can picture myself till the end of the week going to the drugstore and buying anti allergic pills that make me sleep like a baby and, as a secondary effect, get me rid of the old persistent rhinitis.
Soundtrack: If you are feeling sinister, Belle and Sebastian:
"But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever"
* It deserves a special post which is written in my mind, but I've been too lazy/busy to post it.
The explanation is quite simple: I'm in pain, I take a pill, I feel better.
Headache? Tylenol.
Backache? Too much physical exercise? Muscle relaxing.
Stomachache? Antacid.
Hangover*? Painkiller containing caffeine.
But my worse health problem is insomnia, a stressful consequence of anxiety. I've been living with it since my early years, and of course it gets worse from times to times according the moment I'm living.
Too many things to do on the other day is a synonym of a terrible night sleep . Problems unsolved, routine drastic changes or even lack of things to do, too.
Sometimes I just want to see the hours passing by as they just insist on staying still.
Anyway, I can picture myself till the end of the week going to the drugstore and buying anti allergic pills that make me sleep like a baby and, as a secondary effect, get me rid of the old persistent rhinitis.
Soundtrack: If you are feeling sinister, Belle and Sebastian:
"But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever"
* It deserves a special post which is written in my mind, but I've been too lazy/busy to post it.
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