Showing posts with label White Lies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label White Lies. Show all posts

Monday, 22 August 2011

Terug naar België








.And so I've traded a French metropolis for Belgian countryside. I've come back to Belgium for a while, in order to work on and hand in my dissertation and internship report. The dissertation almost killed me, I wrote 31k words in two weeks time. The things you can do under pressure.
.These pictures were taken right after I handed in my dissertation and internship report (hence the devastated looks) in a field right beside my university. Louvain-la-Neuve is not really Paris.
.I miss Paris. I am considering moving back there for work, but work opportunities in France suck. I don't feel like being an exploited, under-paid intern until I am 30.
.I miss all of my friends I left in France. Some of them will soon come see me in Bruxelles, and some in Italy. I am happy to be able to spend time with my Belgian friends, though :)
.In September I'll be in Italy for at least a month, in order to remind my family they have a daughter :)
.In September I'll graduate, and I still do not know what to do. I am sure I won't embark in yet another year of studies, as many of my friends are doing. So I'm looking for a job, and for a flat or a studio. Not living with Quentin after two years we're used to living together will feel weird.
.If only weather in Belgium could be a little bit more merciful... I was glad I did not buy my last-minute ticket for Pukkelpop (buy from a friend, as tickets were sold out months ago!), but I am really sorry for the families of those who lost their lives during the storm. Some of my friends were there, and I was super worried for them; they came home full of scratches (and even a broken arm), but at least they've come home. It is absurd how something so nice as a festival can turn out so badly.
.I'll go back to my defense presentation now, I hope to finish my degree at least with a distinction!





Sunday, 14 August 2011

So get off your low and let's dance like we used to

 
 










.Quando in Francia c'era il sole e sembrava estate. Questo è il mio posto preferito in tutta l'Ile de France. E no, non vi darò l'indirizzo, perché apparentemente questo giardino lo conosciamo solo io e Quentin. E va bene così.

E ascolto solo questa canzone.

Friday, 17 June 2011

Playlist #1 : My June playlist ♪

These are some of the tracks I am abusing on my mp3 player (yes, mp3 player, no Ipod/Iphone/phone/whatever, I'm a sucker for Creative). I hope you'll find something new, something you did not know, or something you haven't been listening to in a long time :)

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Meanwhile, in Paris...



















Momenti qualunque di un sabato pomeriggio qualunque in una città qualunque. Il tutto ripassando i White Lies per il concerto di martedì alla Cigale di Montmartre ♥

EN. Random moments of a random saturday afternoon in a random town. All this while going through the awesome White Lies discography waiting for tuesday night's concert at the Cigale in Montmartre ♥

FR. Moments quelconques d'un samedi après-midi quelconque dans une ville quelconque. Tout ça en passant en revue la discographie de White Lies en vue du concert de mardi soir à la Cigale de Montmartre ♥

Dovrò fare qualcosa ai miei capelli prima di sembrare mia nonna...

EN. I should do something to that wrecked hair of mine before I look like my grandmother...

FR. Je devrais faire quelque chose à ces cheveux avant que je ne ressemble à ma grand-mère...