Tips to the greatest satisfactory life as a student


Per prima cosa, vivi e godi. Per ultima, brucia i rimorsi di non essere qualcuno che sgobba sui libri leggendo e interessandoti a ciò che fai; anche soltanto divertendoti a sottolineare, scrivere, colorare. Qualcosa in testa c’entra sempre, almeno per osmosi… Con dei piccoli talismani e accorgimenti, tutto passa in maniera piacevole. Per me poi, anche troppo veloce. Ho un record di 13 esami in 8 mesi di cui 6 in due settimane alla fine dell’erasmus: per farlo mi segnavo ad almeno 2 esami in un appello, tentavo e al massimo ridavo sapendo già almeno i 3/4. Per ciò in cui hai interesse i voti sono alti; per altri vale la fortuna; per i disastri si rimedierà. Oggi ho dato l’ultimo esame del mio corso di laurea triennale. Esame complicato visto che l’avevo scelto io e le cose che faccio per passione sono quelle che più mi mettono pressione perché non c’è nessuna materia comunemente definita semplice che mi attragga. Ero così ansiosa che per dormire mi sono servite una camomilla e 5 pasticche di valeriana – e mi sono comunque addormentata dopo tre ore di insonnia, avendo la sveglia alle 6.30am. Mi sono fatta una moka intera ed innumerevoli sigarette. I miei genitori erano sconvolti già solo per il caffè. Quest’ultima prova mi ha provata per davvero. Perché se non ce l’avessi fatta avrei dovuto mettermi di fronte all’evidenza che di fronte ai bagordi della settimana del mio compleanno – dove sono uscita 6/7 sere facendo sempre tardissimo – nemmeno io avevo retto. E invece no, alla faccia vostra, io ci sono. E ho passato scienza delle finanze direttamente allo scritto senza bisogno di passare dall’ orale. Posso ributtarmi su tesi e interessi vari adesso. A breve sarò Dottoressa! E poi ricomincerò a studiare, sarò ancora più Dottoressa e filosofeggerò sempre meglio perché io questa vita la adoro… Sono la boss di me stessa che prima di Work hard I party harder, e non ho sveglie che mi impongono di alzarmi per andare al lavoro o a frequentare i corsi – cosa inutile, a meno che tale Prof non abbia un carisma degno del sacrificio….

I can’t write the same suggestions to the students that are studying in a non-italian university because our system is unique and allows you to try exams all the times you want without doubling the year if you fail.  I experienced this system at ULB in Bruxelles and luckily I was in erasmus, otherwise I guess life wouldn’t have been that sparkling. I did 6 exams, some of the hardest, when I was there. I did it because I had nothing to fear, the system applied to me was the italian one… So I even managed to be kicked out from a class with compulsory presence and written works to be presented without consequences – I had great fun explaining I couldn’t care less of the European Union’s lessons, I just wanted to visit the Parliament and eat again there –  I had already been there in 2010 or so – and see a session plainiere in the Commision (in which I fell asleep) with my erasmus’ friends; once I did it and got gadgets I gave up the boredom and concentrated on my favourite subjects. Back to my country I got the super motivation and used our system on my advantages. Today I officially finished all the exams and I have just the thesis ahead; the thesis on which I can count to my cinema passion in a field I love, and on the professor I most respect. So much I respect him, that I am not running anymore – or better, I am running with a calmer pace -, and I point to the possibly best considered work from the whole Scientific Community. I am so happy for how I managed my life as a student since now, that it still seems me almost impossible to think that when I began my erasmus experience I was behind everyone in my year of study… What I am singing out loud is the mothod I finally got that helped me to achieve those successes. The method that will possibly make me a student for many other degrees, because:

First, have fun. Last, burn your regrets studying and loving the fact that you just have to read something with some interest: there’s no alarm clock ringing, you’re your own boss. And you’ll be a Doctor at the end. A good qualified and experienced – in many senses – Doctor.






Forever 21


My idea to spend the New Year’s Eve at home watching sex and the city miserably fell… Let’s all the world shine, kiss strangers at midnight, make wishes. And maybe forget everything tomorrow. Just joking, I wish everybody to enjoy the moments, a new year beginning and welcome the surprises in it. Tonight partying is just a drop in the ocean, like every day and night, it has to be enjoyed for what it is… 2013 was blasting and being a 21 years old girl in the 21st century is so great. Bonne fin d’année à tous!


Christmas at Cantini’s house

You can’t hate Christmas if you have a lovely family… But what if your family is composed by 3 members, a grandmother and an aunt that is never with us? This seems the perfect scenario to leave the town, I know. But I’ve never in my life left for Christmas and never will, because it is the day the rarest Cantinis adopt others families throwing a party in the house. And wait, – not a fat burn party, a delicacy dinner with matched wines and champagne -, people keep on eating, and drinking, and dancing. This time was blaster then ever, guests multiplied, almost 80! The stronger dishes were: foie gras, pumpkin soup with chicory, canard à l’orange, various desserts accompanied by my mascarpone’s cream. Privilege of being a small family is being free almost not eating for lunch, hiding the meat to granny like every time she cooks me a huge lunch 😉
Today dad was happy he received a stereo for the iPod and prepared a strong playlist (so he believed, it was 1/3 of mine), and by my side a bottle of vodka beluga (easy to guess, it was well known how much I was looking for it and the family deserved it).
On my side I had a lot of friends, a super dinner and the best gifts ever, seems like my friends knew what I needed without me telling.
Things I left in the shops uncertain memento “I’ll be back when the crisis will keep away the large amount of people from the stores and I’ll be served properly”… So, perfect.
This is a special public thank you and I’m glad I can share this perfect first Christmas for my blog!
Life is about sharing and feeling (strong) emotions.
My dad is a master in telling jokes: now that I have an iPhone in my hands, I’ll make him a superstar publishing them on YouTube! Here’s the first to be published, keep on looking, he’s an infinite source of inspiration:
And to give an idea, part of the party at the end of the soirée:

I took no pictures of us, the younger. The older were much more fun!!


How to throw a proper party.


  • Everybody brings bottles, and the host may be careful there is every kind of these;
  • I insist on the quality of bottles;
  • Food is unnecessary, but peanuts always fit;
  • The speed of music increases proportionally with the level of alcol;
  • A slow classic in the middle is wonderful;
  • An hookah is a touch of class and a way to have collective visions with some vodka inside;
  • The host should be careful to choose guests, mixing the same level of people;
  • A little dresscode is fun, – eg hot pants, black&gold, sixties- ;
  • Little games during the party are welcome.
  • Plastic glasses, I’ve recently learnt this must be a rule….

It’s super easy, isn’t it? It’s one of the few things in which I believe union makes force, at least in order to have a perfect open bar! There’s no reason for not hosting parties in my opinion, life is beautiful if we’re able to celebrate the good moments with well chosen friends and yet open-minded for the best. If you celebrate every minimal success the law of attraction will give you even more. I am very thankful.


Party before the erasmus


Party after the erasmus


Sliding slow with daddy at my 18th super birthday party ❤


Culture, Places

Festival of lights (?)

photo-4Here’s Berlin’s Brandenburg Gate during the famous festival of lights, magnificent as you can never see . In fact, as you personally can state, the only festival was held by beggars selling umbrellas just below the monument.

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Should I guess that everythig was already over at 2am?! Let’s not complain if youngsters go to Berlin to get drugs in order to feel in love for a night (ecstasy in street pills form, MDMA technically) and get stoned by electro-music. Probably the nightclubs work well like this, the strict owners make good business. I am not curious to see and know though. I am interested in history, in walking on the lines of the wall. Thinking that that small man with mustache that caused World War II was walking on the same lines when he managed to have the Reichstag burnt and held accountable for that a drunkard communist found naked behind there in order to win the elections. And that same building stands still in the same place,now renewed and as solemn as ever. But obviously, not enlightened.

Goodnight Europe, in the hands of Germans….