"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
Instructions on the box of tea found buried in my cupboard:
1.Put the kettle on to boil. 2.Warm your favourite teapot. 3. Add one teaspoon of tea for each person. 4. Pour in boiling water and allow to brew for ten minutes, while you do one or more of the following:
Lie on the sofa like a great big slug.
Dance like you danced when you were five years old.
Take off your shoes and wiggle your toes.
Sing like Pavarotti.
Shake like Elvis.
Help yourself to a huge slice of chocolate cake.
Call a friend.
Remember the last time you laughed out loud.
Sit where you can feel the sun on your face.
Look out a window and drink in the world.
Run a hot bath.
Wrap yourself in a duvet.
Think about someone you love.
Light a candle.
5. Stir and pour. 6. Enjoy.
Yup, I'll have a big cup of 'Happiness Tea' please!
Liliane La Fleur ~ "You're a world class liar, darling. Go out there and lie for Italy. Lie for Italia"
Saraghina ~ " Be... Italian. Take a chance and try to steal a fiery kiss! Be Italian, when you hold me, don't just hold me, but hold this... Be a singer, be a lover, pick the flower now before the chance is past. Be Italian, be Italian... live today as if it may... become... your last! "
My favourite thing to do on a Sunday is find a giant flea market, or antique and collectors fair - and wonder round looking at the amazing - and often random - selection of things people are selling.
From potion bottles to photography albums of the 1940's - I love the way every single item you see has its own story to tell. Its own secrets.
I am forced to restrain myself from getting carried away - and buying musketeer swords, old Beatles vinyl records and a dozen Victorian armchairs on a regular basis - or my house would literally be FILLED with utter nonsense!
You get to learn, everyday. Whether it's a lesson, or a lesson in love.
A bell rings, and you know it's time to eat. A bell rings, and you know it's time to go home.
Every morning, when you rub tired eyes and stretch lazily in front of your wardrobe, you simply reach out and put on the same uniform without thinking what will will suit the weather, if the colour makes you look pale, or what bag will match. This uniform is stretched in the right places (cuffs - to cover the black nail polish you are not supposed to wear) and smells of home, just a little bit.
You see your best mates every day.
You admire some teachers. You despise others. You make fun of the eccentric ones but secretly respect them. You remember the best teachers for years to come.
You can gaze out the window mid-assembly and wonder who you are going to become in the big, wide world.
The girls toilets actually look better with graffiti in the back of the door.
Exams. I'm odd - I love exams.
You can have totally unexplainable, inappropriate crushes on boys you hardly know, and it is perfectly acceptable to daydream about them during math.