of la XX Olimpiade Invernale a Torino
I was watching the opening of the Winter Olympics at Torino, Italy. It made me all excited about Italy again. The fascinating dance pieces, well-choreographed movements and beautiful opera songs were wonderful! The commentators also did a good job of explaining the significance of many of those art displays and performances (eg those that originated from the Renaissance that began in Italy in the 14th century). I was highly amused, though, when they began playing pop music while each country's sportsmen marched out. First, there was Funkytown (!!!!). Then, there was YMCA, as "specially requested by the Slovakians" (???). Then, finally, 80s retro beats which culminated with Freedom when the americans marched out (!!!!???). Gosh. That was so wrong. When countries with like ONE sportsman marched out, i heard "i will survive... i will SURVIVE!" Sigh, I wonder if I am the only one who carried the meanings a little too far...
I had a good time listening to Presidente Champi and many other people give speeches in Italian too. It was a good practice for me.
Milano = Fashion capital of the world
Bologna = Food capital of Italy, "where you can't find bad food anywhere in the country anyway"
Darn it, I was looking at the Italian team. Molti bellissimi! All the guys were damn suave looking and the girls beautiful in a classy way. AAAARGGGH. I HEART ITALY (and italians).
I know this might sound weird, but I have no choice but to describe some italians I know. My current italian professor (Professoressa Giovanni Balleti) is not as nice a lady as my previous one. I know I have complained to some of you about her. But my point is not this. My point is that, erhmm, she's erhmm... erhmm.. "revealing" in a very classy way. How should I describe her? Hmm... ok, she comes to class in like a classy (you are going to hear me use this word SEVERAL times. you have been warned) black full-body leather coat. And she's really tall (like those venuezelan beauties on ms universe, not that i watch that dumb show) And she has like wavy hair that has nice not-too-big not-too-small curls and is almost shoulder length. And then when she takes off her coat, you realize that she's wearing a black blouse with satin laces and a long black skirt with a nice velvet-kind of texture to it. And then, erhmm, somehow or another, the blouses always PLUNGE DANGEROUSLY LOW at her cleavage. Every class, she bends down to operate the computer and there her creamy cleavage is. Exposed for everyone to see.
Wait. I am not a pervert. Let me try to rephrase my point which has gone awfully wrong.
My point is that she does this in a very tasteful and classy way. It's almost like you can feel her italian passion coupled with her high-class fashion. Gosh! I want to be like the italians! Ok, non possibile. I am obviously a fashion disaster who can't/don't-want-to-try to look better when I am already in such an ugly frame.
I feel like my italian professor is like some venus goddess (don't misunderstand me again. she's in her 30s) who teaches italian (duh!)
And then the other time I went to some italian party, I met this italian woman whose husband is teaching at the medical school here. She has 2 children and she runs 15km every other day and rock-climbs the italian alps whenever possible. Her half-marathon timing is 1:45min (I was so ashamed when she asked for mine) and she does "light running of 10km" when she's tired. AAARRGGH. Plus she has beautiful hair and nice high cheek bones.
Btw, for people who think that I am irrationally obsessed and that two people don't make a country, obviously I am just citing some examples. The obsession is with the language and culture. I just happened to notice the looks *innocent smile* .
To end this useless and pointless post, I would like to point out that every country's sportsmen that marched out during the winter olympics looked dignified (even if they were jumping exhuberantly). Only the american team began to climb on top of each other, wolf-whistle, push to get in front of the camera, and, get this, CALL SOMEONE ELSE ON HER CELL PHONE WHILE MARCHING DOWN THE STADIUM REPRESENTING HER COUNTRY.
I HEART ITALIA. out.
I had a good time listening to Presidente Champi and many other people give speeches in Italian too. It was a good practice for me.
Milano = Fashion capital of the world
Bologna = Food capital of Italy, "where you can't find bad food anywhere in the country anyway"
Darn it, I was looking at the Italian team. Molti bellissimi! All the guys were damn suave looking and the girls beautiful in a classy way. AAAARGGGH. I HEART ITALY (and italians).
I know this might sound weird, but I have no choice but to describe some italians I know. My current italian professor (Professoressa Giovanni Balleti) is not as nice a lady as my previous one. I know I have complained to some of you about her. But my point is not this. My point is that, erhmm, she's erhmm... erhmm.. "revealing" in a very classy way. How should I describe her? Hmm... ok, she comes to class in like a classy (you are going to hear me use this word SEVERAL times. you have been warned) black full-body leather coat. And she's really tall (like those venuezelan beauties on ms universe, not that i watch that dumb show) And she has like wavy hair that has nice not-too-big not-too-small curls and is almost shoulder length. And then when she takes off her coat, you realize that she's wearing a black blouse with satin laces and a long black skirt with a nice velvet-kind of texture to it. And then, erhmm, somehow or another, the blouses always PLUNGE DANGEROUSLY LOW at her cleavage. Every class, she bends down to operate the computer and there her creamy cleavage is. Exposed for everyone to see.
Wait. I am not a pervert. Let me try to rephrase my point which has gone awfully wrong.
My point is that she does this in a very tasteful and classy way. It's almost like you can feel her italian passion coupled with her high-class fashion. Gosh! I want to be like the italians! Ok, non possibile. I am obviously a fashion disaster who can't/don't-want-to-try to look better when I am already in such an ugly frame.
I feel like my italian professor is like some venus goddess (don't misunderstand me again. she's in her 30s) who teaches italian (duh!)
And then the other time I went to some italian party, I met this italian woman whose husband is teaching at the medical school here. She has 2 children and she runs 15km every other day and rock-climbs the italian alps whenever possible. Her half-marathon timing is 1:45min (I was so ashamed when she asked for mine) and she does "light running of 10km" when she's tired. AAARRGGH. Plus she has beautiful hair and nice high cheek bones.
Btw, for people who think that I am irrationally obsessed and that two people don't make a country, obviously I am just citing some examples. The obsession is with the language and culture. I just happened to notice the looks *innocent smile* .
To end this useless and pointless post, I would like to point out that every country's sportsmen that marched out during the winter olympics looked dignified (even if they were jumping exhuberantly). Only the american team began to climb on top of each other, wolf-whistle, push to get in front of the camera, and, get this, CALL SOMEONE ELSE ON HER CELL PHONE WHILE MARCHING DOWN THE STADIUM REPRESENTING HER COUNTRY.
I HEART ITALIA. out.
posted by smartypants at 11:52 PM
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