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Friday, June 11, 2004 - ore 19:57
My self
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
What about me?
My name’s Silvia. It derives from the Latin “SILVIUS” that means “wild, savage” (my mother that time chose this name ‘cause it reminded her the Princess Sissi.. but latins were righter). In fact I’m a bit messy but never rowdy, I’m really clumsy , amazingly slapdash and actually careless - I’m like to “King Mida”, I can’t touch anything that it’s broken..(indeed he transformed everything in gold.. however it wasn’t an happy-ending story).
Moreover I’m a crazy sloppy, an incurable romantic, a mad passionate girl.
I’m also a very sensitive person; I put time, strength, energy and all my heart into everything I do but sometimes I’m too trusting, too gullible. I grew up with the belief that good triumph over evil: Cinderella’s ugly sisters, Crudelia De Mon, the sneering shop assistances in pretty woman - they all got their comeuppance for no better reason than because they deserve it. I always try do anything wicked or bad but in my slips I’m a backslider. If I had an electrode attached to my toe which buzzed every time I would do something stupid, maybe I would be more efficient at learning from my mistakes. As it is, I make the same idiotic blunder again and again until I get so sick of the consequences that I annoy myself into changing habit. For example, if I get up in the night to go to the toilet and jab my foot on a spike-heeled boot (I tell you that I’m very untidy, isn’t it?) it take a dozen stabbings before I pick it off the floor and stick it in the wardrobe.
My two least favourite words in the world are: “to neat” and “weight”. My third least favourite is “should”. As in “Silvia, you should tidy your room”. “Silvia, you should ask for a part time”. “Silvia, you should do stomach exercises”. All these exhausting shoulds, imposed on me by my parents, my boyfriend or myself; I try to drive them out but they claw at my conscience, shaming me and dragging me dawn. The latest should was: “Silvia, you should eat less junk food” …but I love stuffing myself with chocolate until I felt sick. Additives are so delicious.. eating chocolate isn’t only eating - it means also infringed rules, it makes you feel transgressive, you know you shouldn’t, you ought to eat something wholesome but salad is depressing even with tuna or corn. Maybe that’s the reason why I’m not a silhouette.. indeed I’m not very fat but we could say that my body is an harmony of roundness.
I’m 1.64 meters short, I have smooth, blond hear and two wonderful, celestial, “blind” blue eyes - Actually my eyesight is “minus four and a half”. Till my fourteenth birthday I had to wear a monstrous pair of “bottle grounds”.. it was terrible… while my top model best friend used to flirt with guys, in particular with my first big love… I’ve tried to fell in love with the uglier, painful boys only to have more chance.. PATHETIC!! At long last, my mother, in front of all these sufferings presented me the magic, marvellous, fantastic, cool contact lenses.. Finally I could eyes up - with my no more hide big blue eyes - to lads, like all the other teenagers of my age.
Although I look a bit odd in bikini and inevitably I get roasted and burned I love beaches. I like watching to the sea and thinking unchallenged thoughts like “wow, all that water!” (What are Holden’s ducks compared to me??) I like seeing the waves froth and fizzle on the shore or digging my feet into the warm sand and feeling it grainy between my toes. I adore looking for shells, closing my eyes and listening to the crashing waves and people’s laughter, and smelling the salty air, tasting it on my lips.
I relish walking along the sea (preferably hand in hand with my boyfriend) or play, like a five-year child, riding the billows. I love swimming or play beach-volley with friends… indeed I love play in general -and in every sense. As a matter of fact I have been playing in theatre for 8 years. That’s my greatest passion, I’m very fond of it! I told you that I’m very sensitive? Well, I need that… I crave to experience emotions, to taste life. So, theatre allows me to live sundry conditions and feelings. Moreover it helps me, from the anthropological point of view, to have more dealings with my emotions and so, to control them better. Normally I tend to be really impulsive. For example if I think something not so easily “tellable” on such a man I may remark it to him without thinking about it carefully first. My boyfriend says that I have no filter, that “everything drains”.
Certainly I’m not a person who smiles in front of you and speaks ill behind but it’s a quality that isn’t often valued. Therefore doing theatre helps me a lot to manage better my rash feelings and thoughts.
I’m very fond also of writing (but I think that you have already well realized it!)
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