..I sure would watch them again.
13.3.11
12.3.11
11.3.11
IMPROVISATION
My gym are silly (in fact, they are cunts). No matter that I am 24, healthy, and only staying int the country for another few months, they took my gym-card away, because I did not have a medical certificate. And when I asked them for help, alternatively my money back, suddenly their English disappeared. Welcome to Italy.
Now, while I figure out where and how to get (read: fake) a "certificato medico", I am improvising. This is my new weights: great for work-out, great to drink after workout. And weights can be easily modified. Using a watertap, alternatively a mouth. Now bring on the slim arms.
(and yes, I always look this serious when I have gym time)
14.2.11
7.2.11
WEEK END
Flew back to Milan to have an exam.
Italian system says: no, you cannot have exam.
So I decided to have a weekend full of joy and many drinks.
(not pictured. thank god.)
Imagined that if I would dress like a Russian, I would ice-skate like a Russian.
I skate more like a Raisin.
Now, Estonians used to be Russians, so that is just cheating.
Here is a very excited one.
Ice rink by Sesto Giovanni. Italians fistpump when they ice-skate. Fact.
Sunny Sunday at Colonne.
Sunday night is finished by a huge washing FAIL
and hopefully this one will remove the tint of dust
color on my whites. Chlorine anyone?
2.2.11
1.2.11
YOU KNOW YOU ARE BORED WRITING BOOK REVIEWS...
...when you take pictures like this in photobooth.
Cousins It's fake blonde and less combed half-cousin.
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