Looking for the exit.

Step.

Step.

Without making other people noticing.

Step.

In silence.

Step.

Breathing quietly.

Step.

Is there...! Forward...!

Step...

Wah...

Flight: done.
Hostel: done.
Backpack: (almost) done. I won the auction, payed, and now I'm waiting.

A few things more and I'll be ready to run away.


Ah ah ah. You don't believe it either, do you? Yeah, quite unbelievable.

Sometimes...

... I feel like I'm positive in opening a new Italian blog. But most of the times just thinking about it makes me sick. I don't know. At least this one has an educational purpose (not for you, but for me xD). I think I've tried all the Italian weblog platforms existing. And all of them suck. Not just because they're full of "hey look at me! Me! Me!" people. It's just that Italian platforms are totally closed to the rest of the Net! And that's pretty stupid!

Well, now I'm pretty tempted. I would be able to talk and discuss about Italian politic, social issues, news...Why I don't do this here? Because I don't want to bore you more than I already do. And mostly because all these bullshits, in the end, annoy me.
I want to leave, that's all. Best will be Japan, but any other country that offers more to young&willing people than Italy is totally welcome. I want to try working in UK.

Oh La La

I'm always late. That darn hotel >_<

aqui xD

...man.

Hi everybody!

What's the best way to start a Sunday afternoon?

OF COURSE ripping the notebook's power unit!!! Y E A H ! ! !

AND, tomorrow morning, not so early not so late, I'll be in the local Post Office paying an ABSURD amount of money for my cdjapan "I'm out of that fucking hotel" 's order.

65,01 euros.


For the ones of you that are asking themselves "But where the hell is she writing from?" (like it's something that might interests any of the billions of living creature in this world, vegetables included), well, my old desktop pc. My HUGE, OLD, SLOW, desktop.

*searching for a razor*

Here, kitty, kitty...here...

The famous MINICONVENTION.

But let me first explain you what a miniconvention(in the ill mind of THAT insurance company) is:

three girls;

an insurance agent, I think some kind of boss or head of some agency...dunno;

AN OPEN WINDOW. This morning the temperature was PRETTY low.

Let's start!
...
... and after half a hour of "This company will save the world! We've got the higher rates in the whole category! Even banks fear us! WORLD IS OURS!!!*maniacal laughter*"

the raw truth.

All these bullshits were intended to divert our attention from the REAL meaning of them: make acceptable in our *naive* minds the fact of being part of the big insurance family, or (in other words) have ANOTHER job interview, subscribe a form and enter the Insurance Agents Register.

No, wait... WHAT? Weren't you searching for a CLERK position? Do you think that I would do 50 kms just to become part of a fraud?!

I will NEVER ever answer to any other job offer from an insurance company. N E V E R .

+headache+

...so, it's crossover prog, uh?

Oh, as you wish.