Miriam ^__^'s blog

QotD: Worst. Hairstyle. Ever.

What was your worst hairstyle decision ever?

er..maybe when for my 17th birthday i decided to de-colour my dark brown into bright egg-yellow to make them purple..for two days i've been a living light bulb! Next i could turn my poor hair purple, red, black-berry and finally orange, but they seemed like burnt (horrorific) and only a couple of months ago i finished to cut all the yellow ends  =D

QotD: Do Not Want (To Eat)

What do you absolutely refuse to eat?

i'm vegan, so i don't eat anything animal like meat, fish, eggs and dairy products (except honey, my weakness..)..
rarely i eat vegetarian (very special occasions) but i'll never ever eat again meat or fish! it's three years i'm veg* and it's one of my best choice ever! ^^

tokio hotel - durch den monsun (through the monsoon)

so, i wasn't THAT wrong when I wrote of tropical weather..yesterday that happened! Thank Someone I live in the outskirts.. =D

cherry red on me

Thursday I dyed my hair with henna and a mixture of various other herbs and spices. This took me 5 hours with a heavy turban of mud, but I'm so glad of the result, it's been worth all that trouble!
I have a conflictual relationship with my hair: if it's a Bad Hair Day, it'll surely be a Bad Karma Day! But when they act as I want them to act, with a bit of crazyness, I cannot but smile at them, at myself, at the whole world!
So, if you see me with bad hair, don't speak to me! if you don't want to be strangled, obviously.

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monsoon season

Tuesday i had my Hindi written test. The first half of five exams supposed for this hot summer. Hot, what a unusual word. It's raining since I don't remember, some mornings seems like a shy sun is trying to take back his righteous presence, but in a couple of hours this attempt fails miserably and dark clouds overwhelm every optimistic prevision.
That means, for me, staying at home every possible moment, sleeping like a sloth and passing my days in front of this broken PC (the CPU fan decided to stop working and now i have a normal white summer fan to cool down my CPU  -and my feet, too-  O_ò ) or watching some movie. Tonight I'm going to the theater with some compassionate friends of mine to see "Pirates of the Caribbean"...Johnny Depp isn't enough, I'll always regret spending some money for this movie, but this is the price to pay to remove myself from this apathetic mood...

(the Hindi translation turned out to be a 24/30, I did some very stupid mistakes I'd never done before, the typical results of a terrible night before: this is a good reason for my mood and for my inexistent will to study)

aggiornamenti..

non mi piace sparlare di persone reali..MA:
direi che posso aggiungere alla mia collezione di sfighe più o meno amorose anche questa storia.
solo io posso trovare un uomo pazzo al punto giusto a cui piaccio, che si sbatte pure per me, e si preoccupa e mi fa stare bene,
..che non vuole stare in coppia e ogni tanto sparisce per giorni perchè ha dei suoi problemi, indipendenti da me ma che gli appesantiscono il cuore.

a volte mi sembra di essere una psicopatica calamita per psicopatici :(

cherry red

i decided to turn darker for it makes me feel more confortable in my shoes, still desperately trying to get away from the purple that haunts and swallows me from so long.
however this theme doesn't completely fit my feelings, so i'll change it as soon as i find a better one.

today's raining, and my only problem is love, my uncertain love  :(
silly issues, i know, but enough to destroy these little pieces of happiness hardly gained..

(song of the day: basement jaxx - take me back to your house ...i need protection)

(you see, my english is running away with my mental well-being   :(  )

quando la sveglia suona alle 7 P.M.

cerco caffè in una domenica inutile.
domenica dal tempo inverso, quando si dorme dalle 5 alle 13 si dice a tutti che si studia e poi si rimane in coma davanti al pc aspettando un unico segno, il resto è inutile.
poi finalmente bisogna prepararsi per una pizzata.
aria fresca di risate, i nuovi teatranti, ormai esaltati dall'esibizione di giovedì si fanno gruppo ed è un bel vortice in cui perdersi..

rock, mae, ripigliati!
prendi la panda e metti su i green day dei vecchi tempi e canta sbagliando strada!
una risata, non è tanto, ma oggi non ne hai ancora vista una.il coma della domenica..
the caffè ginseng
alla conquista del mondo  :)

con-fusion

these days i'm pleased to think only about the tempest i'm playing in next week.
of course there's something else i have to worry about:
for example 6 exams between july and september, most of them i've started preparing.. last week?.
or the little idiot it's 5 weeks i'm hearing and longing to kiss and is always saying he cares about me BUT seems to prefer MSN to some appointment  :S
last but not least, massimo bubola and zen circus in concert at the same time, or the "book's fair" (fiera del libro) starting tomorrow and all good things here in turin, right when i decided to lock myself at home to study :S
pushing thoughts up to next months, also thinking about holidays can be exhausting. especially when the choice move to sunny Greece, lovely chaotic London, relaxing German country, exciting Interrail and the list won't stop there!!

(no wonder if my relatives call me a sloth  :p )

primaVera

è un po' che non scrivo, non disegno, non parlo in inglese (escludendo lo shakespeare drama club su the tempest ^^ ..il teatro ritorna prepotentemente nella mia vita, facendo sentire il suo carattere indispensabile alla mia soddisfazione..)
è un po' che il mio stomaco si annoda e fa le capriole, casualmente per la stessa persona..
è un po' che sono felice di studiare, che mi si alza l'autostima ma si abbassa la pressione e già non sopporto più questo caldo...

però è una primavera strana..

Che confusione c’è
non sono io romantica quando
non parlo e
posso sorridere

sembrare gelida
soltanto all’apparenza
aria che mi divora
aria che mi trascina… oh…

non chiedermi mai
com’era prima nella mia
memoria com’era prima lui
la pioggia estiva non sarà
più la stessa mai… mai.

Che sogno strano è
pianeti dilatati nei miei
occhi spenti
aria che mi divora
aria che mi trascina… oh…

non chiedermi mai
com’era prima nella mia
memoria com’era prima lui
lui la pioggia estiva
non sarà più la stes sa
mai… mai… mai.

Sky… sky… sky… sky…
com’è volare… com’è volare Sky?
com’è volare… com’è volare Sky…
com’è volare… com’è volare Sky…
com’è volare… com’è volare…
com’è volare…

(lara martelli - sky)