I want to be British in my next life

I forgot how time works, and May just slipped through my fingers. I was busy, painting my nails red, listening songs, reading Dennett and messing up with my mind, watching the end of Lost, reading zines, walking in the bright sun of Catania.
But May is still here, so I could remain closed in my little mind for some more days... Then June will come, and I'll go out, into the world again. I promise.


And people say that I am being lazy
I've got the dreams but don't know where to go
You think if I could choose to live here at the station I would?
(Jose Vanders, Faces going places)

A lot of stuff

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I was tagged by Rondy to post a picture, so here it is:

The rules of the game:

The Tag game goes as follows:

Go to the 8th folder in which you store your photos

Select the 8th photo

Post it to your blog and tell the story behind it.

After following the above instructions, you are ‘supposed’ to tag 8 other bloggers.

Mh, well, I have only a single folder in which I store pictures... so I took just the 8th picture. That was the Easter day of this year, I was waiting for lunch, and Nera (who was alive, I swear, ah ah!) was sleeping near me. The couch (that is in the "good" room of my parents' house) was protected by a blanket because usually cats can't enter in that room, my parents let them enter just on special days!
Oh, feel free to feel tagged, if you'd like to try this game!

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I'VE GOT AN AWARD! :D

It comes from my friend Joana (thank you, my dear!), and there is a "game" about it too:

Rules:
1) post the picture below, 2) link back to the person who gave it to you, 3) nominate another ten blogs and 4) let them know by leaving a comment.

Who could I nominate? Uh, excuse me if someone of them was already nominated before, I just say:
> It's gonna be a lovely day
> Dolce vita
> Royal mail
> The crimson owl
> Lolly stravaganze
> Snail mail aficionado
> Creative corner

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My new favorite video ever:

Yawn...

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Giveaways!

> A lot of vintage and cute items (ends May 20th)

> For tea lovers (ends May 29th)

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The books challenge

Progress: 18/50

I'm very disappointed about Ballard, I don't like his style at all.
But I was moved and shocked to read the books by Diaryatou and Suad. The original language for them is French, but I guess you could find them in English too. Search for them, because you'll learn a lot from these books.

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And now I'll stop my study, my reading and writing letters... and I'll go outside in the sun.

I have fallen in love with a song

...and I'm listening to it over and over before to leave my home for the weekend, as always. I really should stop and run outside.

But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying 'till you run out of cake.
And the science gets done,
and you make a neat gun
for the people who are
still alive.

(...)

Look at me, still talking when there's science to do!
When I look out there, it makes me glad I'm not you.
I've experiments to run,
there is research to be done
on the people who are
still alive.

("Still alive", Portal's credits)

Gosh, I always love the silliest songs...

Snail mail day

I love it when I return home, from my mailbox (that isn't in the building where I live... Well, that's a long story), with a bag full of envelopes and packages to open. I walk around the city smiling, my steps are quick, I need to run through stairs and finally I'm home, I can open them all.
I don't know how people can live without this.

The bad thing is that, walking home, I see so many bars (is there an English word for "bar"? I really don't know.) with sweets calling me. And they're so cheap, so nice, so tasty...

Well, this isn't good for my diet really, but... Sometimes I think, I prefer to be a bit chubby but to have things like this to eat. Because they make me happy...
(Ok, that's just an excuse, I'll eat just a salad this evening!!)

Old shoes, Spring, mail

I need more silly, strange and cheap shoes.
The air is already hot, here in Sicily. Summer is coming!

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Progress: 14/50

I've read a book by Ballard for the first time, and now I'm reading another one by him. I'm not sure I like his style... Maybe his books are a bit empty.