Explored!

I'm happy to announce that I've been explored!
I'm really happy to have made it especially with a photo that is dedicated to the city I lived in all my life, good or bad as it is.
Cheers!

my, oh my.

http://lavidapirata.blogspot.com/2007/01/voglia-di-volare.html

This is something that touched my soul. It had been a while the last time that happened. I'm just sorry that only the ones speaking spanish will be able to read it. It's just amazing...

Imagine & Forget

I try to imagine, I try to forget.
I believe in what I don't know, I refuse what I see.
I own what's ethereal, I desire what's in my room.
I despair just to understand how happy I can be.
Imagining,
Forgetting.

(De)pressed

It's been a while, though no big changes have occurred. These days of nothing have become weeks, hoping they won't horribly turn into months. It's the desolation of the jobless, the void of the unoccupied, the unbusiness. So long have stretched my days I can't recollect how fast (or slow) time passes.
It is anyway peculiar how odd can be not to find an activity, a volunteering service, simply an employer, when you have acted all your life as the "good guy". I worked so hard in University, I garduated, I read, I play, I think all the time. I saved from wasting every minute if the past three years, it truely is weird not to see these action haveing a counterbalance.
I will wait until the end of january, then I'll consider my research for that activity I spoke above concluded.
Maybe it's time to move on, to focus on the fact that I'll start again studying in september and I should spend these months left to that time for curing those activity I left a little behind. It's been weeks since I played guitar last time. The few licks I could blow into the trumpet are almost gone. My body is a wrack. Only thing I do constntly is photography.
I'm sorry I can't be more positive at this time.

Wannabe left, Photographer returns

I arrived yesterday from my trip in Madrid where I spent almost two weeks. It's been a good time, I met nice people and I got along well with them.
This was also the chance to try out my new camera, and to start an activity I believe I will develop over time. If you want to check out a fewe shots they are available at www.flickr.com/photos/marquish/ or on the link on the right.
Take care and have fun

Happy new year !!

Happy new year to y'all. I'm in Madrid in a dirty cybercafe, so my post can't be very long, interesting and there'll be no photos :(
I promise anyway to post something as soon as I'll be back in Rome.

Xmas time

It is time to cheer up, finally the 2006 with all his darksides is ready to finish, ending a truely confuased period, at least for me. On the other hand it's time to suggest a few songs to change the normal christmas playlist:

Queen - Thank God it's Christmas
The Darkness - Christmas Time
John Lennon - Happy Christmas

This is it, just a few tips to have massive fun for Xmas. I iwsh to you all the best, I'll be in Madrid for holidays, if anyone will pass by, drop definitely to say hi. See you when Santa goes on vacation ;P

Wanna Play

I need to play some basketball.
I definitely do.

Hangover

I woke up a few minutes ago with the head up my butt, an amazing way to start a new day correctly. It was a cool party yesterday, people were nice and the wine kept flowing like a stream. It didn't happen often after Brussels to have such crazy nights. That's why this hangover really leaves me happy, not anger and incapable of thought like always.

In general I have no particular news, normally old people say "no news, good news" but that's just for them 'cause they're not looking for a job as I am and surely it reads "I didn't die...YET!"

It is bothering staying at home all day, I need to focus on something. And I don't like people getting mad for nothing, especially when they shout and kick objects on the ground. Cheers

Dazed and Confused

Real mess...my head doesn't respond good to this unbalanced period of time, and suffers lack of direction. I do have to find something to work on.
Nevertheless, I feel shitty, I'm always cold, winter wheater depresses me very much. I hope everyone is doing alright.
These days I've been reading a biography of John Belushi, and his charachter is impressive for his thickness as an actor bonded to his weakness in dealing with drugs. I felt sad about him.
Rest in peace John

Looking for a job

I'm looking for a job to avoid this desperation of being at home doing nothing. I can't waste these months on computer games whatsoever (I underline it because for World of Warcraft it might be even worthy), and even though I'm studying how to play my new wonderful trumpet, things I have to do are really few.
I'm writing now after a boring roman night, like the ones it happens too often ti live. There was an interesting program, Jeff Mills was playing @ Brancaleone, but it was sold out. Then we tried somewhere else to dance a little but there was a gay night expensive and unacceptably glamourous. So tired and depressed we crashed in a sort of lounge bar...how sad.
I hate fucking roman nights. People really look boring and selfish, it's not easy at all to get to know somebody. In Rome if you meet someone new is because you're introduced to them, not because you met them somewhere accidentally. This really freaks me out, especially if you think I met my girlfriend at the metro stop. I feel lonely in Rome, it looks to me it's damn hard to get to know people. Everyone has their friends and that's it, groups are rigid. Hope things will change someday, or I will move definitely somewhere else for good.
Cheers

D.O.C.

It's with extreme happiness that I announce my graduation with top grade and special mention of the commission, after these months of hard work. I thought I deserved a little vacation so I spent a week in Madrid with my beautiful love, that's also why I didn't notice first about what happened. Now I'm back in Rome in the awful renovations of the house and a lot of free time. I have to get done a few things in a hurry since there's not much time to forward the application for LSE. In the meantime I'm enjoying the party that follows the graduation, the fact that people are calling me Doc., and surely my regained freedom (even though it scares me a little that for the first time in I don't know how many years I get up in the morning with nothing to do). Take care godsons waiting for further words to come, I shit you not.

Discussion

Discussion tomorrow.

The strategy chosen follows:

The lonely hero against bad guys.

Time for words ended...FIGHT!

Rock 'n Roll

Band rearshal
(Photo by Gianmarcolodi --> flickr.com)

Saturday night at home

Yesterday it was a normal saturday here in Rome, except maybe for the unusual cold that came from one day to the other, and for once since a long time I stayed in. I wasn't at all into going out so I watched a movie with a glass of wine, played a little with wonderful computer game of Star Wars, and went to bed after reading a little. It was good, I definitely needed to rest (as a proof I woke up at noon today). It is unlikely to hear from me staying home, especially on weekends, but I'm starting to realize I haven't rest in a long time. Since summer 2004 I have had almost no vacation, I've always been doing stuff, I've worked etc... In the end my brain, more than mt body, needs a time off. That is why it is probably for the best that until xmas I'll be finally free. To say that it doesn't mean at all that I'll be unconscious on my bed watching the celing...but of course I'll take my rythm, or better I'll chill, to use a current expression. Only a few days to go.

Megalomania

Rainy afternoon in Rome, no chance to go play whatever outside...I just thought a little of God and his miterious ways, which I not only don't comprehend, but also don't approve. Anyway I want to give a little tip speaking about God's methods:

Megalomania - Muse - Origin of Simmetry - 2001

Feel like

Graduation

Finally the calendar for thesis' discussion has been published and I'll be up on Nov 15th in the afternoon. The date sound actually cool, I have a little more time to prepare, but the commission is tough. Besides my professor and Pangallo's, two economists, there are two law professors, for reasons still unknown, which are by the way the dean and his assitent. This causes a few problems concerning in first place the discussion itself since I would have wanted to speak about econ stuff graduating in political economy, and in addiction that now I'll have to study the menutia about regional law. To give a perception about how shitty it would be, imagine that to know all the reforms done in the repubblican history would be like counting all Mike Jagger's shags... On the other hand I do believe the presence of the dean might produce some sort of political gerarchic tension between professors which I'd avoid in order to get the best grade.
Well, it's pretty much everything I had to say, further info will come.

Madrid Days

Dinner at Silvia's (from the left: Nele, Marco, Silvia, Gerardo, Andrea)










Family picture








Risitas y su cuñaoooooo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JS5CzhclM9Q&mode=related&search= (to find similarities)

This is more or less the sum of what happened in Madrid last week, the best detail could be described as follows:
I miss you and I'll be back soon, it's a promise...

Fly Away

It's been horrible weeks since I disconnected the brain the last time. Except for that solar shaking soul mood I had a few days ago, it was just working on and on, I need to ricover, so following the advice of Lenny, I'll fly away to Madrid, to find confort in loved arms.
When I'll be back the same shit will be waiting me but yet I'll be better prepared to face it. I only have a few weeks left before graduating (if the professor doesn't get crazy in the meaentime) and then I'll finally be free, it should be a relief even though now it scares a little. Can you imagine after all this endless working, from one day to the other it comes the great nothing. I find it scary, but don't worry, I'll spend a few days watching the ceiling anyway.
I'll write something when I'll get back from Madrid.

Life on the run