I got the best friends and family in the whole world. The second day home, was a bit sad. I thought all day about the little loves i left in Australia and didn't want to see anybody. Around 7 pm my mum said that she was taking me to the supermarket to buy some stuff i would have needed for London. She said we had to stop somewhere before; i was so confused about everything that i did not noticed anything but when i got to this place we had to stop to, ALL my friends were waiting for me. It was the best surprise ever, because i didn't expected anything and most of all i didn't noticed they were organizing all of this. All the people that make my days happy were there, waiting for me with lots of love ONLY for me. I was so happy i could not speak. When i saw them all there crying and smiling 'cause i was back, i realized that it was the right time to come back and see them. I already can't cope with most of the things here, so it's probably soon time for me to go again but i'm happy i came back to see them.
Tomorrow i'm off to London for a couple of days with friends: it'll be so fun. I've never been in London before (i only stopped over at Heathrow). I'm going we two friends of mine and we are catching up with some friends that live there.
mercoledì 23 maggio 2012
lunedì 21 maggio 2012
Home Again
Ok, i can finally let you know that i got home safely and with all my stuff. I still feel a bit confused: saturday morning i had breakfast in Hobart, lunch in Sydney and dinner in Singapore; sunday breakfast in London and lunch in Italy.
Saturday morning was awful: i had to say goodbye to my Australian family. Annabelle started crying the moment she woke up and did not stop a minute til i left. It was really sad.
Luckily i got both my suitcases checked in without problems and they sent them straight from Hobart to
Nice. Once i got to Sydney i had only one hour before my flight to London. We had a really old plane, with small (and not confy at all) seats. And of course I didn't menage to sleep anything.
In the afternoon my aunty and uncle came to say hello too. It was so nice to see them.
They kept me awake until 9 pm, then i finally went to sleep.
Now i have to unpack the suitcases. I thought i had emptied my wardrobe before i left, but i didn't so i don't really know where to put the heaps of clothes i bought in Australia.
It feels good to be home, strange but good. I've changed so much in those 7 months but here everything has remained the same. Nothing change, and i sort of feel that i can't fit really well in here anymore (not that i did before).
Luckily tomorrow i have to pack again, i'm off to London with the best friends in the world. When i get back i'll start thinking what i'm gonna do with my life. I'm too tired and too confused to deal with that now. I'll be practical for a couple of days and i'll start thinking later.
Saturday morning was awful: i had to say goodbye to my Australian family. Annabelle started crying the moment she woke up and did not stop a minute til i left. It was really sad.
Luckily i got both my suitcases checked in without problems and they sent them straight from Hobart to
Nice. Once i got to Sydney i had only one hour before my flight to London. We had a really old plane, with small (and not confy at all) seats. And of course I didn't menage to sleep anything.
I got to London on Sunday morning. I was late for my flight for Nice so i had to rush to the gate. Once i got in Nice i had my lovely family and my best friend waiting for me. Lots of tears and happiness to finally see them again. But the surprises weren't finished yet. We drove home and there other friends and my brother were waiting for me. And he had a really special pressie for me. He, my little brother (who's only 16 but taller than me), bought me an Iphone. Isn't he lovely? I've never heard about a little brother doing that, i'm so lucky.
In the afternoon my aunty and uncle came to say hello too. It was so nice to see them.
They kept me awake until 9 pm, then i finally went to sleep.
Now i have to unpack the suitcases. I thought i had emptied my wardrobe before i left, but i didn't so i don't really know where to put the heaps of clothes i bought in Australia.
It feels good to be home, strange but good. I've changed so much in those 7 months but here everything has remained the same. Nothing change, and i sort of feel that i can't fit really well in here anymore (not that i did before).
Luckily tomorrow i have to pack again, i'm off to London with the best friends in the world. When i get back i'll start thinking what i'm gonna do with my life. I'm too tired and too confused to deal with that now. I'll be practical for a couple of days and i'll start thinking later.
venerdì 18 maggio 2012
HELP
SOMEBODY HELP MEEEE! I don't know where to put all my stuff. I bought a new suitcase (today), but still i've got too many things. They are both too heavy and too full. I should have listened to my mum when she said, a week ago, to start packing. I didn't and now i'm freaking out.
mercoledì 16 maggio 2012
Man In The Mirror
Today i feel ispired by a song. I had it in my mind all day, and i've been thinking a lot about the lyrics. This song, as most of you'll know, is originally from Michael Jackson. I choosed James Morrison's version though, because this version just makes me go nuts.
James Morrison is one of my favorite singers, and i just love the way he sings this song.
Well, the word change, can have a different meaning for each of us. Everybody has something they would change and everyone's life is subject to changes and not always is our choice. Sometimes i actually think that changes are never our choice. Sometimes you work as hard as you can to make something happened but anything seem to work and than all of a sudden events take over your life.
Are changes really a product of our actions?
But what if we where sure we could actually change things, change our fates, our lifes. And most of all, what about we had the certainty we could be the real change for someone else.
Well, we cannot know that, but is that fair stop trying making a change only because you are not sure you'll actually get to the poit you want to?
Sometimes we are so busy making changes in our lifes, or trying to, that we miss the fact that maybe we should revise the whole situation from a bigger poit of view. We are so busy looking at our lifes that we are completely blind for everything around us. Sometimes we pretend not to see, only because it's easier. But unfortunatelly the easy way, is not always the right way.
I think that what stops people from trying is fear. Fear of failure and most of all of being judge for their failure.
And here we get to the other point: we should not judge; we should instead watch ourselfs in the mirror.
I belive we can really be the writer of our destiny but sometimes we could do much more to write the destiny of people that haven't got a pen as well.
James Morrison is one of my favorite singers, and i just love the way he sings this song.
Well, the word change, can have a different meaning for each of us. Everybody has something they would change and everyone's life is subject to changes and not always is our choice. Sometimes i actually think that changes are never our choice. Sometimes you work as hard as you can to make something happened but anything seem to work and than all of a sudden events take over your life.
Are changes really a product of our actions?
But what if we where sure we could actually change things, change our fates, our lifes. And most of all, what about we had the certainty we could be the real change for someone else.
Well, we cannot know that, but is that fair stop trying making a change only because you are not sure you'll actually get to the poit you want to?
Sometimes we are so busy making changes in our lifes, or trying to, that we miss the fact that maybe we should revise the whole situation from a bigger poit of view. We are so busy looking at our lifes that we are completely blind for everything around us. Sometimes we pretend not to see, only because it's easier. But unfortunatelly the easy way, is not always the right way.
I think that what stops people from trying is fear. Fear of failure and most of all of being judge for their failure.
And here we get to the other point: we should not judge; we should instead watch ourselfs in the mirror.
I belive we can really be the writer of our destiny but sometimes we could do much more to write the destiny of people that haven't got a pen as well.
I'm gonna make a change,
for once in my life
It's gonna feel real good,
gonna make a diference
Gonna make it right...
As I, turn up the collar on
my favorite winter coat
This wind is blowing my mind
I see the kids in the streets,
with not enought to eat
Who am I to be blind?
Pretending not to see their needs
A summer disregard, somebody's broken heart
And a one man soul
They follow each other on the wind ya' know
'Cause they got no place to go
That's why I want you to know
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change
I've been a victim of a selfish kind of love
It's time that I realize
That there are some with no home, not a nickel to loan
Could it be really me, pretending that they're not alone
A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart
And a washed-out dream
They follow the pattern of the wind ya' see
'Cause they got no place to be
That's why I'm starting with me
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change
I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that..
CHANGE!
You gotta get it right, while you got the time
'Cause when you close your heart
You can't close your... your mind!
That man, that man, that man, that man
With the man in the mirror
That man, that man, that man,
I'm asking him to change his ways
Better change!
You know... that man
No message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make the change
I'm gonna make a change
It's gonna feel real good!
Come on!
Just lift yourself
You know
You've got to stop it,
Yourself!
I've got to make that change, today!
You've got to
You've got to move! Come on!
Come on!
You got to...
Stand up! Stand up! Stand up!
Stand up and lift yourself, now!
Gonna make that change...
come on!
You know it!
You know it!
You know it!
You know it...
Make that change.
martedì 15 maggio 2012
Friendship
When i just came here, or when i was about to come, i thought how much i would have missed my friends. Friendship is one of the most important reality in my life. I don't like to share my privacy with whoever (i know it might sound silly since i'm blogging, but you know what i mean), so the people i chose to share my "world" with, become like family for me.
Well when i came here, i knew i would have met heaps of people but i never thought i could get some "real friends".
After all i've been through here i can definitely say that i met two of the best people (and now best friends) i ever met.
One of them is Rachel, my "boss". She took me in her house and made me feel at home since the moment i stepped in the first time. In those 7 months we have been sharing past, present and future dreams and fears. She became like a sister for me and i'm so thankful for everything she did for me.
The other one is Stella. I met her a couple of weeks after i arrived. She is one of the most beautiful person i ever met. We became really close pretty much immediatly. It's one of those people that you can't help your self of loving.
Today we both had an hour break so we went for a coffee at Uni. She surprised me with a pressie and one of the best cards ever. I'm so lucky to have her.
I'm so greatful those two girls came into my life, and i hope we'll always keep in touch, it would be a huge loss otherwise.
Well when i came here, i knew i would have met heaps of people but i never thought i could get some "real friends".
After all i've been through here i can definitely say that i met two of the best people (and now best friends) i ever met.
One of them is Rachel, my "boss". She took me in her house and made me feel at home since the moment i stepped in the first time. In those 7 months we have been sharing past, present and future dreams and fears. She became like a sister for me and i'm so thankful for everything she did for me.
The other one is Stella. I met her a couple of weeks after i arrived. She is one of the most beautiful person i ever met. We became really close pretty much immediatly. It's one of those people that you can't help your self of loving.
She gave me Vegemite Pyjamas. Isn't it the best gift ever?!
How difficult can it be?!
This trip is driving me MAD!!! I've been trying to book an other baggage for a month now and all the people i've been talking with told me something different. I, eventually decide to go and book it at the airport (still in advance) and they told me they could not do that, don't ask me why. Anyway i went to the Flight Centre and a really kind lady told me to call directly Quantas and make the booking by phone. After i waited 57 minutes, the call finally reached a Quantas operator that told me, paying to the extra baggage at the airport, the day of the flight, is THE ONLY WAY. Wich means that i've got to pay the double and be nervous not to get my both suitcases home until the same morning of my flight. This is so freaking annoying. I'll let you know if i get all my stuff home.
lunedì 14 maggio 2012
SHOPPING
Why does shopping make you feel so good? I mean, actually there is NOTHING to be happy for. My wallet is still crying indeed.
Ok, now that i told you how sorry i am for spending all my saving i can finally tell you how HAPPY i am with my new gorgeous boots.
I bought heaps of presents as well. One of my suitcase is full and weight 23 kg and is all filled up with gifts. I'll be the summers Santa for my brother.
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