Well, seeing that I’ve started all this I’m-finally-happy-with-the-people-I-have-around-my-lovely-self, there’s a fact: I’m the shortest person in the whole language course community, and, as such a person, always get laughed at in a way Miranda from Miranda Hart’s sitcom Miranda laughs at Stevie (a character from Miranda Hart’s sitcom Miranda as well). If anything, don’t you worry, I’m fine with it, and it’s nice, and I’m noticed at last, although in such a way. Now and then somebody says something about the curse/the blessing of the one hundred and fifty-eight (which is my personal height in centimeters), there’s a sad song now called “The Saddest Song In This Big World”, and the lyrics are just “One hundred and fifty-eight, ooh, one hundred and fifty eight, why is it one hundred and fifty-eight?” and so on, and everyone laughs, making me the center of attention and pointing me out of the dull crowd of tall people. So, to let you know what’s it like to be short, here’s Top Several Thing about it: Continue reading
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story. Continue reading
Yeah, that’s me again.
on the roof of our dormitory. what can i say?
it was raining. Daiana the Daiana wanted to go outside. i wanted to die, as usual (wanting to die IS a joke, i decided to put it here because the pictures are all kind of cool and all that, which is pretty unusual for the pictures of me, as i always happen to look more like on the last picture (the one with books, if anything). in fact, life is fantabulous here, don’t worry, mum). Continue reading