My thoughts for the day...

The Familiar Noise
I was in bed last night, cuddling myself so hard due to the freezing weather, then I heard the noise. The noise that I lived with for nearly 20 yrs. A family in the neighbourhood was arguing in Tamil. The same noise I get from my room in Malaysia. THIS FEELS LIKE HOME, I thought. Although, till today I've yet to bump into the Indian family.
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Where Am I Going To...
The first thing professors would ask when you attend the class for the first time is 'Your name, your country, why are you studying Italian and what will you do after this'. Easy I figured and yes it was easy. Then you hear people saying they are studying the language because.. 'I am going to do a degree in fashion designing in Milan, I'm going to study Philosophy in Florence, I want to promote batik to Italy, I .....'.

My reply was simply 'because I like the culture and the language. After completing the semester, I will go home.' And then, they ask me, 'what are you going to do when you go back to Malaysia?'.......... Hmm....
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Send In The Cute Guys

Most of my classmates are 19 or 20 yr olds, and even my housemates are about a year or two younger than me and same goes for their friends. So I don't look that way.. But, where are the cute guys?

Answer: They are the ones driving the latest BMW. I see them every morning when I go for class. Why? Because they send their little children to the pre-school every morning (which happens to be situated next to my school).
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Coping in Class

We're currently learning Conditional. Semplice e Composto. I still can't make out the Past Conditionals, the different usage of piacere, volere and when to use avera or essere or sarei or sarebbe, it's all so mixed up and I told my professor it's difficult. He said 'it's not difficult, it's extremely difficult. Take it slow Angeline'. Then why the rest of the class don't seem to ask questions other than me?

Anyhow, he remembers my name now because I asked tons of questions. See, when you're one of his big number of students and you're an Asian (where most of us look the same to Europeans), you have to create the connection. You can't just be 'one of the students' to your professor. You have to be 'Ahh Angeline from Malaysia. Yes how can I help you?'.

Certo? So yes, I'm feeling at ease with all my professors now, since I have many questions to ask. They are really nice, they have all the patience.

Anyhow, my professor told me I need an Italian boyfriend to improve my Conditional..? hmm Really funny guy. The class love him to bits.
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Speaking Italian

As usual, my housemates force me to speak Italian with them, they do the same. Tomasso speaks English only when I cannot understand (which is rather frequent). I'm still attempting Italian in class, my Austrian and Swedish classmates speak to me in English, my Polish classmate barked at us today 'SOLO ITALIANO NO INGLESE!!!'. Funny fella. Always laughing, sometimes with people, sometimes AT people, but I like sitting with him cause he improves my Italian.

I'm sounding so selfish these days. Whatever it takes to benefit me.
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How do they teach non Italians the Italian language without using a single word of English or any other language?

This is what I love. They use gesture, hand action or any kind of action at all to describe the meaning of the words. It's so funny most times. This is why I like Italy. The body language says it all.
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What's my schedule like?
Monday - Class in AM. Chill in PM. After 6.30PM - theatre workshop till late.
Tuesday - Class in AM - PM. Chill at night.
Wednesday - Class in AM-PM, theatre workshop thereafter till late
Thursday - Class till 1PM or so. Chill thereafter.
Friday - Class till 1PM. Chill in the afternoon. After 6.30PM - theatre workshop till late.

Yea actually I'm quite free. At least more free than those who are working.. tehehehe

Okay, time for pizza (since its 20 cent cheaper than gelato) across the street then walk to theatre workshop.

Ciao!