Just rambling

Hmm...seems as if Graffiti.net is having some problems. My images do not seem to be appearing in any moment in Pitas.com so I might as well use this blog of mine which I haven't touched for months.
Yes, as you can see, I am back from my trip in Italy. We didn't go to Germany like we had planned. It was cancelled because of a certain common cold that wouldn't leave my parents alone. Of course, it was disappointing. We wouldn't not only see my cousin (with her house, fiance and her beautiful dog), but I haven't been to Germany (not that I know of).

Italy is a lovely place. Friendly and funny people. Ravishing food. A place where every step you place your foot on is historical. The weather, well, one gets used to it. Heck, it was a lot better than the weather we're currently experiencing now: boiling hot.

We spent 3 days in Rome. Then moved to Vercelli (take a train from Rome to Milan, and another train from Milan to Vercelli, which takes 5+1=6 hours.) We made it our "headquarters" and from there we went back to Milan again and to Turin, where my father grew up. From Vercelli, which, I forgot to mention was were my uncle, aunt and cousins were living, we moved to Pisa which we made another central point and from there, went around Tuscany, like Siena and Lucca. From there on, back to Rome for just a day where we had this bus tour (and gave me this blessed sunburn) to most of the historical places in Rome. Then off to Singapore to have a shopping spree. Bad idea. It is hard to believe but when it comes to top quality and well, average quality clothes, Italy is cheaper than Singapore. It was a mistake to think, "€49 for a pair of pants! That is (insert converted currency here) in the Philippines and Singapore! We'll just buy there." Well, we were faced with €4 more in Singapore. The intricacies of life and Economics.

The path that I have dreamed and "planned" (for I haven't actually thought about what will happen) before for the rest of my college life seems to have been veered off course. And this time, the decision rests solely on me and me alone. I've been used to mama making decisions for me and now, which is more than I admit, I am confused. "What do YOU really want?" asked my cousin with her faltering English. Yes, what do I really want? I wasn't able to answer her, for there wasn't really any answer that I could give. I just smiled and did a little move on my shoulders. Well, Chill, Cecille, Cecilia! Wake up. Smiling and shrugging, move that behind you. Now is the time to get serious.

I always thought that I was indeed serious with the decisions that I have been faced with. Looking back, I was not. I was INDIFFERENT, which is the worst kind of reaction and attitude and my parents were the ones moving the strings for me, and now, I don't really know what to think. My dad blamed himself though. They "babied" me too much, shielded me from difficulties. Well, they're wrong, but not quite. I'm sure that when left on my own, I wouldn't know what to do.

Well, my life seems to have been taken to a newer level. Anyway, I would be conversing in Italian in the near future. It seems I do not have that much choice. I haven't exactly made my decision, but I'm more on the other one. But we will see.

Anyway, I've been resting ever since I arrived. Just sleeping, eating, watching tv (mostly anime, which I do really miss) and reading fanfictions. Nobody is too old for cartoons and anime. ;p