I just want to try something out. A test for you.
Now, breathe in and count the seconds how long you can keep your breath.
1...
2...
3...
and...
so...
on...
Now imagine holding your breath at all times.
Welcome to my world.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Blackout
Aloha Bloggers,
as already said in my last update, I returned on Monday, but since then I have no clue what I'm supposed to write, except of the fact that my mom is considering sending her CV to a work near Berlin (yay!), but she doesn't really want to move. To. A. Big. Capital. City. Totally opposite of me. But I'll get to it. No worries :)
I don't know when something's new gonna happen (duh- who does?) = I'll suprise you with an update soon.
Toodles xD
as already said in my last update, I returned on Monday, but since then I have no clue what I'm supposed to write, except of the fact that my mom is considering sending her CV to a work near Berlin (yay!), but she doesn't really want to move. To. A. Big. Capital. City. Totally opposite of me. But I'll get to it. No worries :)
I don't know when something's new gonna happen (duh- who does?) = I'll suprise you with an update soon.
Toodles xD
Friday, March 26, 2010
Movie recommendation
Hey, just a quick movie update:
Have you ever seen the film 'Perfect Man' with Hilary Duff? I know, I know, it's been like 6 years since it came out (and BTW since then it's still on my shelf) , and it's pretty cheesy, the acting isn't too brilliant and so on, but it's got something very special and important to me. It's kinda our family's little insider's movie. Watch it, and, if you read my last posts, will understand why I love it so much.
Oh, and by the way, for those who celebrate it, Happy Easter!
Since Monday, I won't have any I-net access for a week so bare with me.
G.
Have you ever seen the film 'Perfect Man' with Hilary Duff? I know, I know, it's been like 6 years since it came out (and BTW since then it's still on my shelf) , and it's pretty cheesy, the acting isn't too brilliant and so on, but it's got something very special and important to me. It's kinda our family's little insider's movie. Watch it, and, if you read my last posts, will understand why I love it so much.
Oh, and by the way, for those who celebrate it, Happy Easter!
Since Monday, I won't have any I-net access for a week so bare with me.
G.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Explanation post
What's up everybody? I know I said I'll post something new on the weekend, and I did write it, but when I finished, it got deleted. So I was mad at myself and all electronic objects, that I didn't want to rewrite it. Sue me.
Now, let's go back to my tragical real-life story. I know I'm probably being too dramatic, but whatever. So, the reason, why I may not and plan not to stay here, at the end of the world, is that, I'm planning to attend an entrance examination at a ballet boarding school 350km away from my current residence. But that's not everything. I'm not quite sure, if that's really what I should do. The thing is, my mom doesn't talk to my dad almost anymore,and nobody knows, if that will end up by a divorce or continue for the next decade or so. But if, what is more possible, if you ask me, then it would be hard for us, because me and my sister would stay with our mom, and my sister has got only two more years of school to go, so it wouldn't be too smart, if we'd make her move. But my mom also looks for a better job, and if us three end up alone, we'll have to move. And if you add my possible passing to that boarding school, I'd leave my mom and sis alone. And that's just wrong. Plus, I don't even know, if I really want to pass. I mean, I want to, but it just seems like a dream behind a foggy ice curtain. I see it, but it's blurry and I know I shouldn't touch it. Like an animal going into an other's habitat. Just wrong...
And leaving my mom seems impossible for me. She planned all our relocations, just to give me and my sister a better life after school. And now, do I want to kinda destroy it? She just doesn't deserve it. I wish I'd be five again, not have any worries and let my parents plan my life, because they know what's best for me. At least I think they did.
Seriously, I hate such unknown situations, where I have no idea what to do, because I don't know, what may how end up. If that's what life's all about, then I have no idea what it's useful for.
Greets,
Giuliana
Now, let's go back to my tragical real-life story. I know I'm probably being too dramatic, but whatever. So, the reason, why I may not and plan not to stay here, at the end of the world, is that, I'm planning to attend an entrance examination at a ballet boarding school 350km away from my current residence. But that's not everything. I'm not quite sure, if that's really what I should do. The thing is, my mom doesn't talk to my dad almost anymore,and nobody knows, if that will end up by a divorce or continue for the next decade or so. But if, what is more possible, if you ask me, then it would be hard for us, because me and my sister would stay with our mom, and my sister has got only two more years of school to go, so it wouldn't be too smart, if we'd make her move. But my mom also looks for a better job, and if us three end up alone, we'll have to move. And if you add my possible passing to that boarding school, I'd leave my mom and sis alone. And that's just wrong. Plus, I don't even know, if I really want to pass. I mean, I want to, but it just seems like a dream behind a foggy ice curtain. I see it, but it's blurry and I know I shouldn't touch it. Like an animal going into an other's habitat. Just wrong...
And leaving my mom seems impossible for me. She planned all our relocations, just to give me and my sister a better life after school. And now, do I want to kinda destroy it? She just doesn't deserve it. I wish I'd be five again, not have any worries and let my parents plan my life, because they know what's best for me. At least I think they did.
Seriously, I hate such unknown situations, where I have no idea what to do, because I don't know, what may how end up. If that's what life's all about, then I have no idea what it's useful for.
Greets,
Giuliana
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Update: the story continues
Hey... no readers! Whatever. Someone will read this someday.
I'm sorry, about not keeping the promise and updating, when we came back. I'll explain everything in further posts. So... you want to hear/read the next part of my hometown: europe experience? Well here it goes:
We had Sweden, Germany #1, ... yeah. So, I finished the elementary school (4th grade), and to make that moment useful, we moved. Big shocker, right? The destination of our temporary-accomondation was Bavaria (use google-maps, if you don't where that is). Now, when I'm looking back to that time, I mostly remember the smell of cows, the sight of corn fields, the non- German-sounding dialect, and that it was far to every bigger city. When I see/hear/smell one of those things now, it makes me wanna puke. I guess you get the idea. So after one year of torture, we moved. Don't I write that word a bit too often? Can be. And where was our next relocation? My parents must have thought, that we lived already in too many places, because they decided to move back to Germany's spot#1. When you're finished laughing, read on. So, 6th grade, I went to the school, where my former BFF was going to. It's a math-science school, but they have an intensive English class, so I liked that. I just have to handle physics somehow =).
Right now, I'm in the 8th grade of still the same (!) school, but it may change really soon.
I'll explain that next time, most probably tomorrow or on the week-end.
Oh, BTW let my know in the comment section what you think about my so-far online journal!
See ya next time
I'm sorry, about not keeping the promise and updating, when we came back. I'll explain everything in further posts. So... you want to hear/read the next part of my hometown: europe experience? Well here it goes:
We had Sweden, Germany #1, ... yeah. So, I finished the elementary school (4th grade), and to make that moment useful, we moved. Big shocker, right? The destination of our temporary-accomondation was Bavaria (use google-maps, if you don't where that is). Now, when I'm looking back to that time, I mostly remember the smell of cows, the sight of corn fields, the non- German-sounding dialect, and that it was far to every bigger city. When I see/hear/smell one of those things now, it makes me wanna puke. I guess you get the idea. So after one year of torture, we moved. Don't I write that word a bit too often? Can be. And where was our next relocation? My parents must have thought, that we lived already in too many places, because they decided to move back to Germany's spot#1. When you're finished laughing, read on. So, 6th grade, I went to the school, where my former BFF was going to. It's a math-science school, but they have an intensive English class, so I liked that. I just have to handle physics somehow =).
Right now, I'm in the 8th grade of still the same (!) school, but it may change really soon.
I'll explain that next time, most probably tomorrow or on the week-end.
Oh, BTW let my know in the comment section what you think about my so-far online journal!
See ya next time
Friday, February 12, 2010
The beginning
Hello to all bloggers!
Although right now aren't any.
My name's Giuliana, and I'm starting my new blog "Hometown Europe" right NOW. Since me writing diaries ended by burning the pages, I thought of something where I can share my thoughts and... technically can't do anything to change them. So, let the party begin!
I was born in 1995 in Poland, to a in theory normal family. I went there to kindergarten and school, well, first and second grade actually. In 2003, so while I was in my 2nd grade, my mum wanted to move somewhere, to find a better job. She and my dad went on a Swedish (!) course, but thankfully(?) didn't pass. Back then, I thought of it as of a good comedy instead of my life. It would be too cold for us, and the language? My parents were never perfectionists in dialects. One of the many differences between me and them. Then in 2004 my mum found a job in Germany. Well, hardly Germany, to be true. It's the smallest state in the blank between France and Luxembourg. You think it's cool? Well, don't. 3 weeks after my 9th birthday we moved there, and stayed there for 2 years. Two horrible years, in which , because of the stress, I lost weight, and have become so shy (as an opposite to my huge 8-year-old ego), that I'm still recovering and trying to look for some self-esteem. In Germany, the primary school goes until the 4th grade, then there are other schools, where you go 8 years, until grade 12. So after these two years, I had to change my school. What a great opportunity to move, don't you think?
That's enough for today, I let you know, how the story continued, next week. Finally some time for skiing!
See ya
Although right now aren't any.
My name's Giuliana, and I'm starting my new blog "Hometown Europe" right NOW. Since me writing diaries ended by burning the pages, I thought of something where I can share my thoughts and... technically can't do anything to change them. So, let the party begin!
I was born in 1995 in Poland, to a in theory normal family. I went there to kindergarten and school, well, first and second grade actually. In 2003, so while I was in my 2nd grade, my mum wanted to move somewhere, to find a better job. She and my dad went on a Swedish (!) course, but thankfully(?) didn't pass. Back then, I thought of it as of a good comedy instead of my life. It would be too cold for us, and the language? My parents were never perfectionists in dialects. One of the many differences between me and them. Then in 2004 my mum found a job in Germany. Well, hardly Germany, to be true. It's the smallest state in the blank between France and Luxembourg. You think it's cool? Well, don't. 3 weeks after my 9th birthday we moved there, and stayed there for 2 years. Two horrible years, in which , because of the stress, I lost weight, and have become so shy (as an opposite to my huge 8-year-old ego), that I'm still recovering and trying to look for some self-esteem. In Germany, the primary school goes until the 4th grade, then there are other schools, where you go 8 years, until grade 12. So after these two years, I had to change my school. What a great opportunity to move, don't you think?
That's enough for today, I let you know, how the story continued, next week. Finally some time for skiing!
See ya
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