And the Gold Goes To .... ALISHA !!!!!! OH YEAH !!!!!!!! My life
ho vinto il mio primo gold in una challenge sulla grafica!!!!!!
forse allora non sono proprio so poor !!!!!!
in this case I had to add effects to an image plain this
I have turned into this
I was actually more in love with an alternate version
but who cares! matter that I have received a confirmation of my self (I am studying pragmatics of communication) pretty strong that it gave me courage em made you feel superior to my signature
(in the graphic forum ... because I felt really hindered ... my signature is that by modern Salieri of Amadeus ... and says something like
You Gave me the ability to see beauty but not the ability to make it.So I speak for all mediocrities Their champion.I am in the world.I am Their patron saint. )
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Naruto And Sakura Lemon Fanfiction
geographically
maybe my life will begin again to turn the right way.
in Milan at Alexandria, in Dublin.
I'll have time later to come to terms with the fact that I had to grow up to do this.
maybe my life will begin again to turn the right way.
in Milan at Alexandria, in Dublin.
I'll have time later to come to terms with the fact that I had to grow up to do this.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Root Beer Tapper Online
Monestiroli by Alisha's Land
They all have their own altars no?
Those scenes and figures where then hope and pray that no one will ever know and I think of air from "I should not have been abducted by aliens, there is no other explanation"
Well ... I who have always had the highest esteem in myself, I stumbled upon irrefutable evidence that I had tended to forget where ... I have to admit ... I was a bambocciate unprecedented!
The tragedy is that I was born girl was born when the network and about the time of my first contract internet: The 100 hours of tin.
100 hours that I had eaten in 10 days, and that even after a format, even with the computer only 20 days, I was able to rirpristinare a free ride. Small
talented computer grow.
But what is worse ... or was my alter ego internettaro.
the first time I plugged it in intenet July 24, 1997, and six days after there is already a myth: Alisha from Monestiroli's Land.
What the hell was that?
Alisha is the first name when I wrote that links the first time in network I was asked a pseudonym or nick-name.
I had already used some time to sign Perge some (or pseudo-such) that ended this Aleotti Alessandro.
And for a simple case Alisha was born.
AND Alisha online soon became recognized for some small and simple characteristics:
in my small way I have always tended to being famous in small groups specific (basically online, where my charisma was unrivaled outside).
Monestiroli by Alisha's Land was a girl from the vocabulary improponibilmente Truzzi.
But it was a myth.
suspect among veterans perhaps his myth still exists.
The truth is that sometimes I could create truly original stories and fables.
Alisha is one of the first and seems to have been successful.
so well that ovation for her, I still my name. Today I want to revolutionize
They all have their own altars no?
Those scenes and figures where then hope and pray that no one will ever know and I think of air from "I should not have been abducted by aliens, there is no other explanation"
Well ... I who have always had the highest esteem in myself, I stumbled upon irrefutable evidence that I had tended to forget where ... I have to admit ... I was a bambocciate unprecedented!
The tragedy is that I was born girl was born when the network and about the time of my first contract internet: The 100 hours of tin.
100 hours that I had eaten in 10 days, and that even after a format, even with the computer only 20 days, I was able to rirpristinare a free ride. Small
talented computer grow.
But what is worse ... or was my alter ego internettaro.
the first time I plugged it in intenet July 24, 1997, and six days after there is already a myth: Alisha from Monestiroli's Land.
What the hell was that?
Alisha is the first name when I wrote that links the first time in network I was asked a pseudonym or nick-name.
I had already used some time to sign Perge some (or pseudo-such) that ended this Aleotti Alessandro.
And for a simple case Alisha was born.
AND Alisha online soon became recognized for some small and simple characteristics:
- was "from Monestiroli's land" quote "Baldini's land" (the program never followed but the sound of the name I had left in his head) adapted to who ... than the light of my eyes was that Michael?
- was always to make countdowns for a concert or appearance of which 883 have participated
- always on time, with Swiss precision, every single message on the then board of 883, where he reigned supreme, was always Michael eventually greeted with tons of sweet kisses with caramel and molasses to instantly kill a diabetic.
in my small way I have always tended to being famous in small groups specific (basically online, where my charisma was unrivaled outside).
Monestiroli by Alisha's Land was a girl from the vocabulary improponibilmente Truzzi.
But it was a myth.
suspect among veterans perhaps his myth still exists.
The truth is that sometimes I could create truly original stories and fables.
Alisha is one of the first and seems to have been successful.
so well that ovation for her, I still my name. Today I want to revolutionize
Friday, December 2, 2005
Both People Have Herpes
How much time do you need to fill it? Never Forget
I guess the ones whi were selling dreams... had never stop really.
Take That reunion tour was supposed to be an 11date tour. After every show was selling out in about 10-15 minutes they come up adding and adding more coming to 26 if I'm not wrong.
The tickets started selling at 9am (8 am for the dublin date). At 1pm was added the last (for now!) date.
This kinda fraks me out and at the same time meke some of my memories so close to my feeling that I didn't get them so clearly since I really had them back in 1995.
I'm impressed.
I guess the ones whi were selling dreams... had never stop really.
Take That reunion tour was supposed to be an 11date tour. After every show was selling out in about 10-15 minutes they come up adding and adding more coming to 26 if I'm not wrong.
The tickets started selling at 9am (8 am for the dublin date). At 1pm was added the last (for now!) date.
This kinda fraks me out and at the same time meke some of my memories so close to my feeling that I didn't get them so clearly since I really had them back in 1995.
I'm impressed.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Laundry Upper East 24
They've always told and taught me that times goes by only towards one direction, on a line that is impossible to turn around.
Maybe.
Or maybe one can try hard, if not to turn it all around, to make things emulated Most previous status Which Is Clearly Reminding of a specific preiod in time.
Like ... I do not know ... 1995.
I think this year with lots of girls in Their 20s will fell like teenagers again ...
25th November BBC News
I think nobody really got the full potential of November.
I have always said and taught that the time goes in one direction and is a line where you will never go back ever.
Maybe.
Or maybe you can bind, if not go back, to make as many things as possible to emulate their previous state, set clear and representative of a specific time.
How ... chess ... , 95.
I think there are so many teens feel that this year again teenagers ....
BBC news on 25 November
I believe that nobody has ever really understood the power of November.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
How To Make Uhf Transformer
hide and find
There must be, now I am sure, a mode where people can be alone even being surrounded by life. Even
even living with other people.
also awoke next to someone.
But I am not sure that this awareness is a calm my ragging positive.
I'm afraid to see me grow old and become cynical, chasing the wrong things in different ways and times. Especially
ways.
The shit will never, never, never chocolate.
There must be, now I am sure, a mode where people can be alone even being surrounded by life. Even
even living with other people.
also awoke next to someone.
But I am not sure that this awareness is a calm my ragging positive.
I'm afraid to see me grow old and become cynical, chasing the wrong things in different ways and times. Especially
ways.
The shit will never, never, never chocolate.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Can Cold Sore Live On Chapstick
November 16, 1995 - Here begins my story
Chiara was my best friend. As might be then. In that last year I do not know what happened but I decided that because of Serena e. .. Alessia believe, she was turned away from me.
I do not remember how to get started with Elisa.
Maybe after the summer, perhaps after the hospital in early October we became friends, but no. It was before then. When I stood firm
a week in the hospital with her plaits was already there. I remember the last day, when I left there we went together in radio. In the hospital I started to listen to the radio, and meal and Gladis, hearing requests for music and dedication of a young girl in hospital I became friends. When I left the hospital they went Elisa and I find together.
may have started to listen to the radio something had changed. Something was going on.
way home in the afternoons after school I began to discover a new channel that was not there before. Did not broadcast all day, from 2 to 7 pm only believe, but in the meantime we know that autumn, especially when daylight saving time was changed again in late September, the hours are the most beautiful sunset, from 4 onwards . So this new channel filled my afternoons.
Videomusic I think I found the previous year, when being Bergamasco remained until November, Raphael and Luciana showed me the video clips of TV stolen from a group with 5 guys. I think they were called ... Well no ... were Take That. Do not ask how the mind of a 11/12enne, but earlier that year had begun to broadcast a cartoon of a boy band, even if those were the New Kids on The Block, I mean those of the cartoon, and I associai the cartoon in these 5 guys I saw the first time when my television was still in my first room, the wooden cabinet in the corner in my room and my mother, where my place was "cucciosa" of metam bed to the window, and between the bed and the window, a gap the length of a girl of 6 / 8 years, at the foot of the bed was the television.
Well then maybe the late 94's something was going on.
But after the fall as I said, something changed, and this new channel from the 5 hours that day took all my attention, it was MTV. Not that it is now, that being Italian or foreign. MTV was one that sent all over Europe so I think. It was less organized, it was all just music and always "News at Night" and it was all in English language perarltro I was still totally unknown. Sometimes he spoke in Italian when Camila Dial, once missed talking about the new single from Blur, saying it was "The Great Escape", but that was the album released in late 1995, no song called that way, and the individual was Country House. There was MTV Video Lotto with Davina, Henry was already Silvestrin, but just think, well recently there was MTV Europe. Being a single agglomeration employee from London I do not think it was intended to promote some like Pulp or Blur themselves was simply what was passing MTV Europe, which in reality having base in England may have thought only to England.
But it was just that good! I heard about all day in particular that language, I began to create images at the top of the place where they were to be transmitted, and one day going to the station kiosk, where each month came a single copy of the official Take That I did very well taken, I saw Smash Hits, imported from England a week or two delay on the publication, without the gadgets offered along with the newspaper, but with the colored covers up with those characters ingenuamentecredevo that I have discovered only on the kind of pirate channel. It was a fortnight but there being used here in Italy I tried it a little more than a monthly basis. It collezionai 4 numbers in total, and leafed through those pages that do not understand anything but pictures of things that were strange to the channel, Blur on the cover (I think in October have found a number of late August, with cover blue blur and above), the pages in half with the designs of the clips and the lyrics (this earned him a lot of points to the newspaper from my point of view).
My whole view of things underwent a sudden expansion of which I believe I have been particularly conscious but I start to change everything.
At this time there was an Italy on a program called Generation X (Smith had made the film?) And occasionally looked at that too. I became a teenager in the world of arrogance without even realizing it and without having the age to do so. One day, among many things we rang 883, and I realized that something had changed (there were more) but having never been aware before they gave it weight. Except for that annoying little blond in the corner that only he believed to be good, even impertinence that exuded from the TV. He and his sax thought to come from where? was not the star he was Max, tsk! Even MTV
strangely sometimes send them a video, Music ... but that was after just ... after ... After a day
Elisa in a range, where we were in class with the blue linoleum on the floor and two large windows on the left, I said "There is a concert of 883 in a few weeks, I go there and you?"
In fact my last wish / foil after failing to parental inability (with caper that my mother was carrying a girl of 12 years in turin) the Take That concert on May 28 last year, after swearing I promise to his mother fate to take me to prosismo (blissful innocence) without being able to clearly know that there would never have been. Given the promise I would have burned the opportunity to see the 5 favorites (and my Mark!), And I could not. Also a few weeks before leaving, not I know if still with the same Clare or Elisa, one afternoon I finished the fifth sun (but it was the fifth sun? strange that the memory after years) ether and various trinkets ciondoletti chose one with a bead and Pegasus.
The contract was to be used in a shop pseudo fantasy anecdotes he told me that the pendant, which makes a wish when taking the first three nights under the pillow and then more and more worn and never removed or transferred.
got home that day with my pendant in my recent room staff at the end of the hallway to my mother after I had left six months before, where all the door, the walls, and a part of the ceiling, saying, "Take That "or" Mark ", my desire was almost too obvious. As a child Mark had to meet very passionate sooner or later, without innocently thought of not being able to say a word in a language they would understand. The pendant
after three days I rest firmly planted in the neck for one month until November, to which was added later after a cross linked in the same Stringhini, which I believe was a gift from a friend of my mother.
By Elisa told me about the concert, my innate personality "then too!" came out, and as if unconsciously, I had watched the TV in previous years, Max and 883 were inside the television, what effect would show someone who was inside a television? I was good at persuading, one day in early November came home from school my mother showed me the ticket, 2, taken from Othello, complete with a voucher to spend within one month from the date of the concert material 883. I
I organized with Elisa, and taking into account that this was not a concert of Take That there was no need to do as he had seen on TV and leave them in the morning. It was just alexandria, there were only 883, it was just a nightclub: the Master, go there an hour / half an hour before 8 would suffice.
the morning of November 16, 1995 I woke up and went to school finalizing the last details with Elisa, and in the afternoon, going to the stationery of Sandra, who was divenatta our friend, I went for the graphic designer who was Fiand of her for me to do a sort of poster / banner for the evening. 7/7.30 to think I was on the point of the new mom along the SS35bis of Jupiter, and once you get to the Master, no more than 20 people and many cars had them. My mother ... I think she stood a bit behind, I'm not even sure that would have seen the concert, maybe they would stop talking to Victor, who were many years that we knew from the 70 when she went to the disco and he had his first clubs property.
When approached from inside the gate they all began to pile up, and so I to be right in front of where they would open on the left, the only shelf I knew the master was that of the small room where there was a disco in the afternoon of the days of carnival. In the few seconds that it opened the barred two big man took the place of all blocking, and I was appiccicataa one of these. It was a moment.
"All stop!, Then I look down on me and just moved my arm" you, go! "
I was a natural talent I think, slipped under his arm and ran training courses for up to discover that the rooms had become the master one, and that on the opposite side, right, was a stage to embarrass the children's room for the carnival.
E courses, courses, with my only pair of jeans with beads and strips purple and pink, my new shirts on one another, that in jeans and that he did so "I put the advertising levis" bought shortly after the hospital, half of red flannel with white sleeves, with the words behind "garage music Alternative." Courses up to slam into account the barrier, in the highest part where he spent the deck of the wires from the mixer to the stage.
I was in the front row at the exact center. When after a while
arrival Elisa and I found them, that he could not compliment, and she crept close to me.
The concert seemed to never start, we went to 8 but I believe that up to 10.30/11, nothing happened.
And I remember that when in doubt due to the time that passed I was afraid it would be all fake, that nothing would happen, until I flashed the idea but now he was there, the instruments were on stage, Max and the others had to be just around the next day everything was already done.
When it all began for a time lost consciousness at the beginning of things, trying to make it clear to myself that this was not the TV and that was in the flesh, that it was the Max for a long time I had seen on TV .
Up to a few songs ... then I do not know what happened exactly ... I turned and saw that hideous blond .... But that did not seem so odious. Entusiasita seemed humble to be there where he was. And there came out of my very nature, they came out in the free expression of non-pemeditato being the first time.
At some point I realized that the only way to be noticed in a crowd that was waving and yelling ... do nothing.
And after seeing what I had ever seen on television, that was the instinct: I wanted to be seen.
And staring in mobile, he saw me, saw me and smiled, arching his eyebrows as seguto I learned so well to recognize as one of its distinguishing features. I think in my mind this game looks and flirting went on for the duration of the concert, until near the end when Max began to present them all, finally and with my attention as I discovered in carprine.
That was Michael. That was Michael
Monestiroli.
That was the beginning of everything.
I shook his hand around to Pegasus as it did with Bastian Aurin. I wanted to do something, I wanted to keep it, I wanted to continue to be seen.
When it was over and the moment when I knew they ran behind my answer. I also skipped the question. Elisa was gone and I tried my mother like a robot, which I found not far from Victor and his wife, and began to repeat my litany "I have to see Michael. I have to give him that."
I had removed the strap with Pegasus and cross.
Without having to think about how I felt the most important is the remote possibility of seeing Michael and ensure that it will be recalled for me, much, much more important than ever to see what I thought be the love of my life, twelve years. Mark.
My mother took me to Victor, I was stunned I did not follow their words just kept saying "I see Michael, I must give him that!"
Victor looked at me with the air that adults have when they smile and say to a child "and Vabene ..." and I just said "follow me"
The Master was not large, we will not thirty seconds to cross from the entrance to the track illuminated the stairs ... but maybe that's where I started to feel so attentive to the moments. When Victor passed the barrier of people that formed towards the rear of the stage, one of the big man had to hang Upon your time that Victor said promptly, "no no, it is with me" and once exceeded people, already behind, even then I understood for the first time in the ingorglionimento feel insulted just because others will envy. With air
father Vittorio spoke ... I do not remember exactly who, more or less saying "hey, this girl does not want to go home if you do not see Michael and I talk to the person said something like" no problem "and disappeared. I do not think he spent a minute there, either ... and do not remember when I thought, or if my mother was telling me to remove from the pendant cross, and leave only Pegasus. I did not know that after years was everything that I would have clung to remember that I was wearing ten years. Thought that was a smart one to take it off and keep it from pendant.
Maybe I did in those brief moments ... before seeing him come out from the curtains blacks.
Handsome, blond and smiling.
I never stuttered before, and clutching the pendant. I do not remember, I do not remember what I said and I do not remember if I showed up. All I remember is that Pegasus held out, saying "this has brought me luck, and hope that leads to you"
he took it, smiling, sweet, but so sweet, and continuing to say "thank you, thank you very much"
not stop him ' I never asked but I think I had given attention first to realize that the girl was under the stage. That was me.
When I turned and walked away I was fixing to make the seconds before it disappeared behind the curtain blacks, of again ...
I was stunned. I was lost.
It was after midnight on Thursday, November 16, was 17, Friday.
was the night between 16 and 17 November 1995.
It 's the night that I lost, and for which I am convinced, everything in my life was functional.
Chiara was my best friend. As might be then. In that last year I do not know what happened but I decided that because of Serena e. .. Alessia believe, she was turned away from me.
I do not remember how to get started with Elisa.
Maybe after the summer, perhaps after the hospital in early October we became friends, but no. It was before then. When I stood firm
a week in the hospital with her plaits was already there. I remember the last day, when I left there we went together in radio. In the hospital I started to listen to the radio, and meal and Gladis, hearing requests for music and dedication of a young girl in hospital I became friends. When I left the hospital they went Elisa and I find together.
may have started to listen to the radio something had changed. Something was going on.
way home in the afternoons after school I began to discover a new channel that was not there before. Did not broadcast all day, from 2 to 7 pm only believe, but in the meantime we know that autumn, especially when daylight saving time was changed again in late September, the hours are the most beautiful sunset, from 4 onwards . So this new channel filled my afternoons.
Videomusic I think I found the previous year, when being Bergamasco remained until November, Raphael and Luciana showed me the video clips of TV stolen from a group with 5 guys. I think they were called ... Well no ... were Take That. Do not ask how the mind of a 11/12enne, but earlier that year had begun to broadcast a cartoon of a boy band, even if those were the New Kids on The Block, I mean those of the cartoon, and I associai the cartoon in these 5 guys I saw the first time when my television was still in my first room, the wooden cabinet in the corner in my room and my mother, where my place was "cucciosa" of metam bed to the window, and between the bed and the window, a gap the length of a girl of 6 / 8 years, at the foot of the bed was the television.
Well then maybe the late 94's something was going on.
But after the fall as I said, something changed, and this new channel from the 5 hours that day took all my attention, it was MTV. Not that it is now, that being Italian or foreign. MTV was one that sent all over Europe so I think. It was less organized, it was all just music and always "News at Night" and it was all in English language perarltro I was still totally unknown. Sometimes he spoke in Italian when Camila Dial, once missed talking about the new single from Blur, saying it was "The Great Escape", but that was the album released in late 1995, no song called that way, and the individual was Country House. There was MTV Video Lotto with Davina, Henry was already Silvestrin, but just think, well recently there was MTV Europe. Being a single agglomeration employee from London I do not think it was intended to promote some like Pulp or Blur themselves was simply what was passing MTV Europe, which in reality having base in England may have thought only to England.
But it was just that good! I heard about all day in particular that language, I began to create images at the top of the place where they were to be transmitted, and one day going to the station kiosk, where each month came a single copy of the official Take That I did very well taken, I saw Smash Hits, imported from England a week or two delay on the publication, without the gadgets offered along with the newspaper, but with the colored covers up with those characters ingenuamentecredevo that I have discovered only on the kind of pirate channel. It was a fortnight but there being used here in Italy I tried it a little more than a monthly basis. It collezionai 4 numbers in total, and leafed through those pages that do not understand anything but pictures of things that were strange to the channel, Blur on the cover (I think in October have found a number of late August, with cover blue blur and above), the pages in half with the designs of the clips and the lyrics (this earned him a lot of points to the newspaper from my point of view).
My whole view of things underwent a sudden expansion of which I believe I have been particularly conscious but I start to change everything.
At this time there was an Italy on a program called Generation X (Smith had made the film?) And occasionally looked at that too. I became a teenager in the world of arrogance without even realizing it and without having the age to do so. One day, among many things we rang 883, and I realized that something had changed (there were more) but having never been aware before they gave it weight. Except for that annoying little blond in the corner that only he believed to be good, even impertinence that exuded from the TV. He and his sax thought to come from where? was not the star he was Max, tsk! Even MTV
strangely sometimes send them a video, Music ... but that was after just ... after ... After a day
Elisa in a range, where we were in class with the blue linoleum on the floor and two large windows on the left, I said "There is a concert of 883 in a few weeks, I go there and you?"
In fact my last wish / foil after failing to parental inability (with caper that my mother was carrying a girl of 12 years in turin) the Take That concert on May 28 last year, after swearing I promise to his mother fate to take me to prosismo (blissful innocence) without being able to clearly know that there would never have been. Given the promise I would have burned the opportunity to see the 5 favorites (and my Mark!), And I could not. Also a few weeks before leaving, not I know if still with the same Clare or Elisa, one afternoon I finished the fifth sun (but it was the fifth sun? strange that the memory after years) ether and various trinkets ciondoletti chose one with a bead and Pegasus.
The contract was to be used in a shop pseudo fantasy anecdotes he told me that the pendant, which makes a wish when taking the first three nights under the pillow and then more and more worn and never removed or transferred.
got home that day with my pendant in my recent room staff at the end of the hallway to my mother after I had left six months before, where all the door, the walls, and a part of the ceiling, saying, "Take That "or" Mark ", my desire was almost too obvious. As a child Mark had to meet very passionate sooner or later, without innocently thought of not being able to say a word in a language they would understand. The pendant
after three days I rest firmly planted in the neck for one month until November, to which was added later after a cross linked in the same Stringhini, which I believe was a gift from a friend of my mother.
By Elisa told me about the concert, my innate personality "then too!" came out, and as if unconsciously, I had watched the TV in previous years, Max and 883 were inside the television, what effect would show someone who was inside a television? I was good at persuading, one day in early November came home from school my mother showed me the ticket, 2, taken from Othello, complete with a voucher to spend within one month from the date of the concert material 883. I
I organized with Elisa, and taking into account that this was not a concert of Take That there was no need to do as he had seen on TV and leave them in the morning. It was just alexandria, there were only 883, it was just a nightclub: the Master, go there an hour / half an hour before 8 would suffice.
the morning of November 16, 1995 I woke up and went to school finalizing the last details with Elisa, and in the afternoon, going to the stationery of Sandra, who was divenatta our friend, I went for the graphic designer who was Fiand of her for me to do a sort of poster / banner for the evening. 7/7.30 to think I was on the point of the new mom along the SS35bis of Jupiter, and once you get to the Master, no more than 20 people and many cars had them. My mother ... I think she stood a bit behind, I'm not even sure that would have seen the concert, maybe they would stop talking to Victor, who were many years that we knew from the 70 when she went to the disco and he had his first clubs property.
When approached from inside the gate they all began to pile up, and so I to be right in front of where they would open on the left, the only shelf I knew the master was that of the small room where there was a disco in the afternoon of the days of carnival. In the few seconds that it opened the barred two big man took the place of all blocking, and I was appiccicataa one of these. It was a moment.
"All stop!, Then I look down on me and just moved my arm" you, go! "
I was a natural talent I think, slipped under his arm and ran training courses for up to discover that the rooms had become the master one, and that on the opposite side, right, was a stage to embarrass the children's room for the carnival.
E courses, courses, with my only pair of jeans with beads and strips purple and pink, my new shirts on one another, that in jeans and that he did so "I put the advertising levis" bought shortly after the hospital, half of red flannel with white sleeves, with the words behind "garage music Alternative." Courses up to slam into account the barrier, in the highest part where he spent the deck of the wires from the mixer to the stage.
I was in the front row at the exact center. When after a while
arrival Elisa and I found them, that he could not compliment, and she crept close to me.
The concert seemed to never start, we went to 8 but I believe that up to 10.30/11, nothing happened.
And I remember that when in doubt due to the time that passed I was afraid it would be all fake, that nothing would happen, until I flashed the idea but now he was there, the instruments were on stage, Max and the others had to be just around the next day everything was already done.
When it all began for a time lost consciousness at the beginning of things, trying to make it clear to myself that this was not the TV and that was in the flesh, that it was the Max for a long time I had seen on TV .
Up to a few songs ... then I do not know what happened exactly ... I turned and saw that hideous blond .... But that did not seem so odious. Entusiasita seemed humble to be there where he was. And there came out of my very nature, they came out in the free expression of non-pemeditato being the first time.
At some point I realized that the only way to be noticed in a crowd that was waving and yelling ... do nothing.
And after seeing what I had ever seen on television, that was the instinct: I wanted to be seen.
And staring in mobile, he saw me, saw me and smiled, arching his eyebrows as seguto I learned so well to recognize as one of its distinguishing features. I think in my mind this game looks and flirting went on for the duration of the concert, until near the end when Max began to present them all, finally and with my attention as I discovered in carprine.
That was Michael. That was Michael
Monestiroli.
That was the beginning of everything.
I shook his hand around to Pegasus as it did with Bastian Aurin. I wanted to do something, I wanted to keep it, I wanted to continue to be seen.
When it was over and the moment when I knew they ran behind my answer. I also skipped the question. Elisa was gone and I tried my mother like a robot, which I found not far from Victor and his wife, and began to repeat my litany "I have to see Michael. I have to give him that."
I had removed the strap with Pegasus and cross.
Without having to think about how I felt the most important is the remote possibility of seeing Michael and ensure that it will be recalled for me, much, much more important than ever to see what I thought be the love of my life, twelve years. Mark.
My mother took me to Victor, I was stunned I did not follow their words just kept saying "I see Michael, I must give him that!"
Victor looked at me with the air that adults have when they smile and say to a child "and Vabene ..." and I just said "follow me"
The Master was not large, we will not thirty seconds to cross from the entrance to the track illuminated the stairs ... but maybe that's where I started to feel so attentive to the moments. When Victor passed the barrier of people that formed towards the rear of the stage, one of the big man had to hang Upon your time that Victor said promptly, "no no, it is with me" and once exceeded people, already behind, even then I understood for the first time in the ingorglionimento feel insulted just because others will envy. With air
father Vittorio spoke ... I do not remember exactly who, more or less saying "hey, this girl does not want to go home if you do not see Michael and I talk to the person said something like" no problem "and disappeared. I do not think he spent a minute there, either ... and do not remember when I thought, or if my mother was telling me to remove from the pendant cross, and leave only Pegasus. I did not know that after years was everything that I would have clung to remember that I was wearing ten years. Thought that was a smart one to take it off and keep it from pendant.
Maybe I did in those brief moments ... before seeing him come out from the curtains blacks.
Handsome, blond and smiling.
I never stuttered before, and clutching the pendant. I do not remember, I do not remember what I said and I do not remember if I showed up. All I remember is that Pegasus held out, saying "this has brought me luck, and hope that leads to you"
he took it, smiling, sweet, but so sweet, and continuing to say "thank you, thank you very much"
not stop him ' I never asked but I think I had given attention first to realize that the girl was under the stage. That was me.
When I turned and walked away I was fixing to make the seconds before it disappeared behind the curtain blacks, of again ...
I was stunned. I was lost.
It was after midnight on Thursday, November 16, was 17, Friday.
was the night between 16 and 17 November 1995.
It 's the night that I lost, and for which I am convinced, everything in my life was functional.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Pokemon Store In Sydney
Towards the deeper green
Who's on the internet knows, it is believed that the fastest thing ever is the best.
The Pioneers have waited so long for too long with hamsters on wheels for the modem.
The wait time is a vacuum that gets your foot and say "So ...?"
fast. No waiting.
The fast response times do not have time to rephrase the question.
and not replace. Always make new ones.
Add, never replace.
Do it now, and ever more.
No matter where it ends (does it go?) But imports have the chance. The possibility
. Being able, and potentially no less. Why
is never so important to succeed, but knowing that you could. Say
secretly convinced that it is.
you'll be the only human being to live forever
You can not give you time to feel that it is not true.
you can not block and turn around to see you for what you really are.
Why are you, right?
And there are lots of little tiny crumbs that never stop.
I can not slow down
Why risk all that is beautiful is fast, always faster and faster.
That is beautiful is good, and you always want something good.
good is nice, but good and beautiful are now the same
and then it becomes difficult to describe just what are the good feelings and good intentions
the good deeds and good thoughts
a horrifying monster that seeks only to go to the deeper green
running fast, faster.
to keep up to others to be fast enough not to lose at least be able to
in potential, the possibility
to be seen. finally.
Monday, November 7, 2005
Airwalk Guy Moccasins
Shanahan's
I was Expecting so much more.
I was dreaming so much more.
But now everything seems to just flow over me.
I fels aliver being here just for a few days, why haven't I, nor just feel, but BEEN alive in almost a year?
What the hell am I focusing on to lose the joy to live like this?
This is not me, really not.
I was Expecting so much more.
I was dreaming so much more.
But now everything seems to just flow over me.
I fels aliver being here just for a few days, why haven't I, nor just feel, but BEEN alive in almost a year?
What the hell am I focusing on to lose the joy to live like this?
This is not me, really not.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Solutions Libby Financial Accounting
Disappointed by People
People never really stops disappointing me.
It could be that I expect they to reach too high standars maybe... but come on... sometimes it's just they're really disappointing.
I'm disappointing myself as well so welcom to the club.
But at least try, I've tried.
While instead some of them just... I don't know... care for other just because of the good things they can get.
Not just materal, even feelings.
And then it's just like "ok the time i needed to fell so it's past, bye bye"
I't just so damn unright.
Then they complain cause I can't really care to people anymore.
But How could If people it's just so self-centerd and lunatic?
People never really stops disappointing me.
It could be that I expect they to reach too high standars maybe... but come on... sometimes it's just they're really disappointing.
I'm disappointing myself as well so welcom to the club.
But at least try, I've tried.
While instead some of them just... I don't know... care for other just because of the good things they can get.
Not just materal, even feelings.
And then it's just like "ok the time i needed to fell so it's past, bye bye"
I't just so damn unright.
Then they complain cause I can't really care to people anymore.
But How could If people it's just so self-centerd and lunatic?
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Picnik Couple Sayings
When you do not know what to do with yourself ...
you just redesign yourself... or your digital self anyway.
So that's how after 6 month since i registered the domain, Liquid-Gold.net come to the light.
The reason?
I needed to remind to myself that I'm still a skilled webdesigner devoted to the w3c and to the zen garden.
And I needed my annual version of the lights in november by the way... so here it is...
Isn't it cute?
I'm Would like to talk talking about the mother I am, Is not I?
you just redesign yourself... or your digital self anyway.
So that's how after 6 month since i registered the domain, Liquid-Gold.net come to the light.
The reason?
I needed to remind to myself that I'm still a skilled webdesigner devoted to the w3c and to the zen garden.
And I needed my annual version of the lights in november by the way... so here it is...
Isn't it cute?
I'm Would like to talk talking about the mother I am, Is not I?
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Bottomless Pool Partymovie Clip
what is right (?)
I happened to think of the situation "inconvenient"
Those in which one finds no alternative but seems good to come out well.
those in which the output is the "best of a bad game, but where this option is very delicate.
The "best of a bad game" is not among the things that I think most particularly honest in general, but if there is an underlying sense of morality is not likely to become a "dangerous falsehood" I did not think I would ever
considering these differences, but I did not think much of the rest of my life was going in directions in which I found to go.
If you have a good sense of right and wrong if you happen to find themselves in unpleasant situations can be managed with the above technique without risking damage. If, for example
quesllo that your boss decided you just do not go down but you are not yet in a position to argue it can also feel good to say "that idea is brilliant" pensado "that crap" Why
while if it is not particularly unapersona close to you as a human being can not always and necessarily receive all the best to you.
E 'complex know ... is like saying that "the truth keep it for people who deserve it, those that do not except with the proper respect and proper care ... also enable you to do" the best of a bad job "
Worldwide does not seem correct ... but if you have a good moral is perfectly manageable without the risk of ending up nell'esagerazione.
You know when to say "enough", where a thing is unacceptable and where not and to what extent.
there people who never know where to stay, where life can be a huge lie against any human being around him, and for which therefore a "concession" as the one above can be an excuse to do even worse.
Often the "false kindness" is a Necessary Evil ...
I now find myself in an uncomfortable situation ... I have to choose whether to apply this "necessary evil" or go straight spun behind the Justice with a capital G.
In the past, and in an environment favorable to me and naturally I would not post much the problem.
You have to deal with a person you do not like, you smile and pull ahead and finish them.
Now I do not know if it's my spirit or my teaching ossesisone being "right" until they get out of this unhealthy environment, but I seglie scruples to implement this behavior with the same weight as before. Even something so small. Why
absolute truth and in justice if a person is nasty I do not lie being nice, even if part of the "best of a bad game"
would not be true and it is wrong!
do not know if I say this because I fear of being contaminated by the lies or because I worry about being a good example of righteousness ...
but the solution .... as would be obvious to believe ... was the mother.
Mom is my example of righteousness, I saw her sometimes having to make the best of a bad game, but this is never exaggerated costing his integrity or his honesty and sincerity.
And she "says" that in fact at times to survive is the adage "if you can not fake it can not reign." The difference is said to believe that she obviously takes into account the fact that this is true until it hurt someone, someone not only yourself.
I see tend to plug the holes that something was viewed from different perspectives, perhaps because I've seen out of perspective really grace of God to be considered just, and yet exist.
there are people who every day comes and it's a different person depending on what is most useful, and tell falsehoods about the lives deceiving the people only for their own advantage or sometimes just for fun careless of the consequences that these things can have .
people would use phrases such as that of my mother as an "apology and explanation for their actions.
But I think the glaring difference between the quiet life and trampled everything that appears before us.
In this perspective, perhaps I feel less guilty on the one hand ... picked the "necesary evil" and stay at my house, my house even with an unwelcome guest for four days, rather than a double bed and breakfast where I'd eat the liver, repeating what is unfair to have to leave my house and due to a person who should not even set foot in my house.
By "us" simple folk and good that comes from the countryside, doing "the best of a bad job" in such cases does not hurt anybody, maybe a bit digrignamon teeth us ... but amen.
are reluctant in doing so only because in this sense does not it follow the absolutist principles of "truth at any cost" and are in the position where it is important to be true to themselves and their ideas to embody a position of life.
Well ... the point is that the absolute justice I should pack up and go to rodermi the liver in a hotel ... but for my quiet life ... if the two evils are of the same size .. might as well choose the home ... that no matter how unpleasant it is still contaminated by the presence of a solid foothold with which to lock my room.
Maybe people can not be changed nor Salveti, and maybe it want me to erect "an example of goodness" is iniutile. Qquindi end even he would have to make a martyr very stupid.
I happened to think of the situation "inconvenient"
Those in which one finds no alternative but seems good to come out well.
those in which the output is the "best of a bad game, but where this option is very delicate.
The "best of a bad game" is not among the things that I think most particularly honest in general, but if there is an underlying sense of morality is not likely to become a "dangerous falsehood" I did not think I would ever
considering these differences, but I did not think much of the rest of my life was going in directions in which I found to go.
If you have a good sense of right and wrong if you happen to find themselves in unpleasant situations can be managed with the above technique without risking damage. If, for example
quesllo that your boss decided you just do not go down but you are not yet in a position to argue it can also feel good to say "that idea is brilliant" pensado "that crap" Why
while if it is not particularly unapersona close to you as a human being can not always and necessarily receive all the best to you.
E 'complex know ... is like saying that "the truth keep it for people who deserve it, those that do not except with the proper respect and proper care ... also enable you to do" the best of a bad job "
Worldwide does not seem correct ... but if you have a good moral is perfectly manageable without the risk of ending up nell'esagerazione.
You know when to say "enough", where a thing is unacceptable and where not and to what extent.
there people who never know where to stay, where life can be a huge lie against any human being around him, and for which therefore a "concession" as the one above can be an excuse to do even worse.
Often the "false kindness" is a Necessary Evil ...
I now find myself in an uncomfortable situation ... I have to choose whether to apply this "necessary evil" or go straight spun behind the Justice with a capital G.
In the past, and in an environment favorable to me and naturally I would not post much the problem.
You have to deal with a person you do not like, you smile and pull ahead and finish them.
Now I do not know if it's my spirit or my teaching ossesisone being "right" until they get out of this unhealthy environment, but I seglie scruples to implement this behavior with the same weight as before. Even something so small. Why
absolute truth and in justice if a person is nasty I do not lie being nice, even if part of the "best of a bad game"
would not be true and it is wrong!
do not know if I say this because I fear of being contaminated by the lies or because I worry about being a good example of righteousness ...
but the solution .... as would be obvious to believe ... was the mother.
Mom is my example of righteousness, I saw her sometimes having to make the best of a bad game, but this is never exaggerated costing his integrity or his honesty and sincerity.
And she "says" that in fact at times to survive is the adage "if you can not fake it can not reign." The difference is said to believe that she obviously takes into account the fact that this is true until it hurt someone, someone not only yourself.
I see tend to plug the holes that something was viewed from different perspectives, perhaps because I've seen out of perspective really grace of God to be considered just, and yet exist.
there are people who every day comes and it's a different person depending on what is most useful, and tell falsehoods about the lives deceiving the people only for their own advantage or sometimes just for fun careless of the consequences that these things can have .
people would use phrases such as that of my mother as an "apology and explanation for their actions.
But I think the glaring difference between the quiet life and trampled everything that appears before us.
In this perspective, perhaps I feel less guilty on the one hand ... picked the "necesary evil" and stay at my house, my house even with an unwelcome guest for four days, rather than a double bed and breakfast where I'd eat the liver, repeating what is unfair to have to leave my house and due to a person who should not even set foot in my house.
By "us" simple folk and good that comes from the countryside, doing "the best of a bad job" in such cases does not hurt anybody, maybe a bit digrignamon teeth us ... but amen.
are reluctant in doing so only because in this sense does not it follow the absolutist principles of "truth at any cost" and are in the position where it is important to be true to themselves and their ideas to embody a position of life.
Well ... the point is that the absolute justice I should pack up and go to rodermi the liver in a hotel ... but for my quiet life ... if the two evils are of the same size .. might as well choose the home ... that no matter how unpleasant it is still contaminated by the presence of a solid foothold with which to lock my room.
Maybe people can not be changed nor Salveti, and maybe it want me to erect "an example of goodness" is iniutile. Qquindi end even he would have to make a martyr very stupid.
Wednesday, October 5, 2005
Why Do My Legs Burn And Ache
Later That Day I Got to think about ... Families ... The room
Or better ... Today several things make me think of the families. And listening to what you say I wonder how it is possible that there are families so far away from what I had.
There are parents that sometimes complicate rather than simplify the lives of children, do not know if that is whether the adage "the end justifies the means" but from what I have experienced the negative media will lead to results consistent with them.
Example: My mother is one of the best and most Paciocco people I have ever known, and so full of love I wonder if it manufactures the night. Ciononostate there have been situations in which little has tried to use "the stick" with me instead of always carrots.
Once when I was in second / eighth grade I started to have problems in going to school I did not want to go
I've collected a number of absence that would feel in believing that I have been promoted anyway.
One morning, in addition to the various threats to "the new room do not deliver!" My mother took a fazoletto, dipped it in water and was good for a squeeze on his face.
Now I do not know if anyone here is a parent .... but I strongly advise never to do so.
Maybe it's my personality, or perhaps in the spirit of preservation of a child, that gesture made me angry so much that even if I was awake now I stayed in bed for sneaking in spite of what I had just done.
Maybe I'm a little stubborn ok, and in fact the school is something that a child could not opine "is right, is wrong," but from my experience I have seen that if the child has a particular ass to have a well-functioning brain the fit can also type .. skipping of high school ... how? If you have a mother like mine.
My mother has always supported me in everything I do not know why but he always knew (thought?) That I was intelligent and that I knew what was best to do.
So in extreme cases such as I, I did in high school. No sir, no.
I started the first year, and it was an environment so hostile that I was a mini-collapse, ie ... when I was agitated or something I did not like and I could not help it ... al'indietro and I fell unconscious.
enough defensive part of my body right?
So I retired the first year .... but so what? My mom and my grandmother had put the whole board in the second year of the Firstborn pay me to go to school first ... mica waste so I could make him?
So my mother a year later, without any incazzatura without ever telling me "stupid, decerebration, stupid" but since it was nothing but understanding made me go to one of those schools x "recovery school years" understood
to the course even there the four years that followed were managed in this way: about one month of lessons among all the scattered little lesson in a year + exam in June and school
rest of the year for me to learn and do what I seemed.
Now it is not in high school and never having been before a summit in the socialization is not coming out every day that God sends in place I did? The first 2 years were spent on radio, concerts, travel to Italy / Europe (always with mum taking me and she was glad her as well) and form what would unknowingly been the basis of my career carrieristico today.
Since July 4, 1997, things changed and I had a computer ... and with all that time to experiment ... also changed my address a year later in the school "matched recognized" and made the computer. And if I have a degree from computer expert today is thanks to years spent on the x on my pc, not on what they've tried to teach me.
In fact, the "more carrot" is fine if the parent happens to have a baby's ass automatically responsible and intelligent enough to understand at any age a sense of right and wrong and then what should be done / not done. This never happens in its entirety, but may still happen that there are children who "learn fast", and always encouraged to do so because according to their reasoning, not by "eh aves fate another day if that, eh vabbe is wrong," saying implicitly, but the child is not stupid and enters and is rooted in its head so that he is a mistake.
So the moral is that my mother, right or wrong in me has always left click, but not with the psychological burden of "pure choice for you but then I am your cabbages do not come to ask for help if you miss" no nothing like that, My mother has always been "whatever I choose will support you because I love you" She sometimes feared
have not done a good job with me as it was "too good"
People, you never know why, it tends to say that if you are not harsh and cruel to children do not educate them well. I think it is an excuse invented by parents who wanted to be a very small percentage of parents to direct / shape something.
My mother did not really know what he wanted, but what he showed me love sconfitato is a total and completely "unselfish."
And I'm not particularly immodest, I think ... but seeing what was around me would say that he made the best choice to behave as it did generate a very good human being.
Feelings of guilt and the authorities, as I've seen them applied, and frustrate deficit the natural evolution of people, and people are not seedlings, if you put a hard wood to grow them in the direction you want to bend them too, but something will come out distorted.
maybe I'd even cut back in all directions in which I grew up as I wanted. Yet it is still better.
not know if it's on my mother's, or whether I am a human being with controcazzi. I think it's a combination, in the sense that you have to have skills that I probably have had to not destroy itself with freedom, but should also have someone like my mother.
Or better ... Today several things make me think of the families. And listening to what you say I wonder how it is possible that there are families so far away from what I had.
There are parents that sometimes complicate rather than simplify the lives of children, do not know if that is whether the adage "the end justifies the means" but from what I have experienced the negative media will lead to results consistent with them.
Example: My mother is one of the best and most Paciocco people I have ever known, and so full of love I wonder if it manufactures the night. Ciononostate there have been situations in which little has tried to use "the stick" with me instead of always carrots.
Once when I was in second / eighth grade I started to have problems in going to school I did not want to go
I've collected a number of absence that would feel in believing that I have been promoted anyway.
One morning, in addition to the various threats to "the new room do not deliver!" My mother took a fazoletto, dipped it in water and was good for a squeeze on his face.
Now I do not know if anyone here is a parent .... but I strongly advise never to do so.
Maybe it's my personality, or perhaps in the spirit of preservation of a child, that gesture made me angry so much that even if I was awake now I stayed in bed for sneaking in spite of what I had just done.
Maybe I'm a little stubborn ok, and in fact the school is something that a child could not opine "is right, is wrong," but from my experience I have seen that if the child has a particular ass to have a well-functioning brain the fit can also type .. skipping of high school ... how? If you have a mother like mine.
My mother has always supported me in everything I do not know why but he always knew (thought?) That I was intelligent and that I knew what was best to do.
So in extreme cases such as I, I did in high school. No sir, no.
I started the first year, and it was an environment so hostile that I was a mini-collapse, ie ... when I was agitated or something I did not like and I could not help it ... al'indietro and I fell unconscious.
enough defensive part of my body right?
So I retired the first year .... but so what? My mom and my grandmother had put the whole board in the second year of the Firstborn pay me to go to school first ... mica waste so I could make him?
So my mother a year later, without any incazzatura without ever telling me "stupid, decerebration, stupid" but since it was nothing but understanding made me go to one of those schools x "recovery school years" understood
to the course even there the four years that followed were managed in this way: about one month of lessons among all the scattered little lesson in a year + exam in June and school
rest of the year for me to learn and do what I seemed.
Now it is not in high school and never having been before a summit in the socialization is not coming out every day that God sends in place I did? The first 2 years were spent on radio, concerts, travel to Italy / Europe (always with mum taking me and she was glad her as well) and form what would unknowingly been the basis of my career carrieristico today.
Since July 4, 1997, things changed and I had a computer ... and with all that time to experiment ... also changed my address a year later in the school "matched recognized" and made the computer. And if I have a degree from computer expert today is thanks to years spent on the x on my pc, not on what they've tried to teach me.
In fact, the "more carrot" is fine if the parent happens to have a baby's ass automatically responsible and intelligent enough to understand at any age a sense of right and wrong and then what should be done / not done. This never happens in its entirety, but may still happen that there are children who "learn fast", and always encouraged to do so because according to their reasoning, not by "eh aves fate another day if that, eh vabbe is wrong," saying implicitly, but the child is not stupid and enters and is rooted in its head so that he is a mistake.
So the moral is that my mother, right or wrong in me has always left click, but not with the psychological burden of "pure choice for you but then I am your cabbages do not come to ask for help if you miss" no nothing like that, My mother has always been "whatever I choose will support you because I love you" She sometimes feared
have not done a good job with me as it was "too good"
People, you never know why, it tends to say that if you are not harsh and cruel to children do not educate them well. I think it is an excuse invented by parents who wanted to be a very small percentage of parents to direct / shape something.
My mother did not really know what he wanted, but what he showed me love sconfitato is a total and completely "unselfish."
And I'm not particularly immodest, I think ... but seeing what was around me would say that he made the best choice to behave as it did generate a very good human being.
Feelings of guilt and the authorities, as I've seen them applied, and frustrate deficit the natural evolution of people, and people are not seedlings, if you put a hard wood to grow them in the direction you want to bend them too, but something will come out distorted.
maybe I'd even cut back in all directions in which I grew up as I wanted. Yet it is still better.
not know if it's on my mother's, or whether I am a human being with controcazzi. I think it's a combination, in the sense that you have to have skills that I probably have had to not destroy itself with freedom, but should also have someone like my mother.
Monday, October 3, 2005
White Chocolate Alpine
53
Who enters the room 53?
Today is Monday, is a day of lessons in Italian, even if the 1 and 2 October were weekend so maybe it was still empty, surely someone entered today.
What do you have done things that were left hanging? What has been the provision of furniture, the angel on the window ... my window.
I feel like I should be jealous of a person ... I did and my life was there. It was there that I came back and that's where many things have happened.
E 'from there I opened my journal one evening in December, Christmas when I was alone, when there was nobody, just me locked in my room.
E 'from there I looked out in the hope that I could to find him, when he still did not suspect that the waste of space that he could be in the world.
E 'from there I started to touch people and make friends, and have Vale, and Gabry, and hang out with them, as I had been denied throughout adolescence that it should be made of outputs in the square with friends. As I refused.
E 'from there that I ran the "crazy" and "good guy" to feel everything I ever wanted to be seen as I had imagined, never knowing that I would forget so quickly.
E 'from them that I was leaving at 7 in the morning and returned in the evening at 10 in my first step I was able to do in the music business.
E 'from there that I left in Sanremo, Sanremo to go, to go for the Festival di Sanremo ... March 6, 2004.
E 'from there I clenched my fists and teeth and I had the courage to stand up and be myself after what avveo now / learned from Petra.
E 'from there who left the jam session around the campus with a guitar Hector, my voice and a microphone
E' from there at 4 in the morning and tell her that I could call Gabry for my gift more than 20 years belo was that my Irish-dream me home, even though he was a flash in the pan.
E 'from there we left for the Halloween party, for our happy hours, parties in study hall and terrace
E' from November 1, 2002 that they've started putting up the lights ..
E 'from there that I missed ... what was new and incomprehensible and I'm back myself, but stayed.
E 'from there I wrote, from there I thought, I was talking from there.
E 'from there after the previous two had started my third was, after 1995 and 1999 ...
And now that is no longer mine, that I had not accepted going in another state, removing things from the wall, making boxes, empty and andandomene handing over the keys ...
Now that is no longer the place to Alisha ... I am an orphan and I wonder if there will be people who will understand how much life has been taken in that room in his four walls. How many things have been done in every single square centimeter, how many stories have taken place and lived, how much life has changed.
Who will now know who is living un pezzo di me, e lo terrà dacconto?
Who enters the room 53?
Today is Monday, is a day of lessons in Italian, even if the 1 and 2 October were weekend so maybe it was still empty, surely someone entered today.
What do you have done things that were left hanging? What has been the provision of furniture, the angel on the window ... my window.
I feel like I should be jealous of a person ... I did and my life was there. It was there that I came back and that's where many things have happened.
E 'from there I opened my journal one evening in December, Christmas when I was alone, when there was nobody, just me locked in my room.
E 'from there I looked out in the hope that I could to find him, when he still did not suspect that the waste of space that he could be in the world.
E 'from there I started to touch people and make friends, and have Vale, and Gabry, and hang out with them, as I had been denied throughout adolescence that it should be made of outputs in the square with friends. As I refused.
E 'from there that I ran the "crazy" and "good guy" to feel everything I ever wanted to be seen as I had imagined, never knowing that I would forget so quickly.
E 'from them that I was leaving at 7 in the morning and returned in the evening at 10 in my first step I was able to do in the music business.
E 'from there that I left in Sanremo, Sanremo to go, to go for the Festival di Sanremo ... March 6, 2004.
E 'from there I clenched my fists and teeth and I had the courage to stand up and be myself after what avveo now / learned from Petra.
E 'from there who left the jam session around the campus with a guitar Hector, my voice and a microphone
E' from there at 4 in the morning and tell her that I could call Gabry for my gift more than 20 years belo was that my Irish-dream me home, even though he was a flash in the pan.
E 'from there we left for the Halloween party, for our happy hours, parties in study hall and terrace
E' from November 1, 2002 that they've started putting up the lights ..
E 'from there that I missed ... what was new and incomprehensible and I'm back myself, but stayed.
E 'from there I wrote, from there I thought, I was talking from there.
E 'from there after the previous two had started my third was, after 1995 and 1999 ...
And now that is no longer mine, that I had not accepted going in another state, removing things from the wall, making boxes, empty and andandomene handing over the keys ...
Now that is no longer the place to Alisha ... I am an orphan and I wonder if there will be people who will understand how much life has been taken in that room in his four walls. How many things have been done in every single square centimeter, how many stories have taken place and lived, how much life has changed.
Who will now know who is living un pezzo di me, e lo terrà dacconto?
Sunday, October 2, 2005
Work In One City And Live In Another
Squeaking my nails on a mirror
Lately I can find myself only in anger and bad feelings.
Sometimes I wrote about mirrors, wondering if that is what I became after claiming for all my life long to be a chameleon.
Or simply about loosing subtance while existing only in the reflection of things more than being myself... just easy to adjust.
I can't really say what, once more, but it's still freezing me.
And it's really strange how just being here is sikening me. And the analyzing part seems always more and more complicated.
Too wide or too narrowed? That is really the point actually.
But it's easy not to think of it, isn't it? and that is what is worse.
I'm counting down the days to go away, and yet I don't know where to go then. Now even less than before.
Some time, when I'm really lucid and really me, I honestly hate him.
When it's me again I'm lucid enough not just to see the present but to feel the whole thing, and I really hate him, and what made him like this, and the world who allows people like him to exist.
Sadly these lucid times are less and less... that's why when they comes I remind myself to get ready to run away when the right time will come. That's what I'm counting down the days for.
I don't want to allow myself to be generous this time, to have sympathy or anything.
That's just because I don't want to fill myself with anger and more anger, because doing the right thing, or what it would like to be the right thing for people outside, would fill me with such anger and wickedness that I wouldn't be anyway the good person I would try to be by doing the "right-thing"
I tried it already, with "the-online-slut", it didn't help anyway, I didn't feel anygood, and I didn't really care to be good or not, but my nature made me be so, and I hate that. I don't wanna do the same mistake twice.
But this whole place, this whole situation seems to be made just to destroy me, the real me, not the person, but the soul.
To reduce me to a thin little piece of stone with nothing to say and nothing to think, and nothing to talk about because I'll have nothing left on my mind.
I can't figure out how this happens but it does and it's really the best way to kill me, destroy me to never come back.
I've been so close, so close to my final departure that maybe my fear will keep me away till it's necessary to then be free of this and free of risk.
Till then I gotta remind myself not to close my eyes, not just for one blink.
Lately I can find myself only in anger and bad feelings.
Sometimes I wrote about mirrors, wondering if that is what I became after claiming for all my life long to be a chameleon.
Or simply about loosing subtance while existing only in the reflection of things more than being myself... just easy to adjust.
I can't really say what, once more, but it's still freezing me.
And it's really strange how just being here is sikening me. And the analyzing part seems always more and more complicated.
Too wide or too narrowed? That is really the point actually.
But it's easy not to think of it, isn't it? and that is what is worse.
I'm counting down the days to go away, and yet I don't know where to go then. Now even less than before.
Some time, when I'm really lucid and really me, I honestly hate him.
When it's me again I'm lucid enough not just to see the present but to feel the whole thing, and I really hate him, and what made him like this, and the world who allows people like him to exist.
Sadly these lucid times are less and less... that's why when they comes I remind myself to get ready to run away when the right time will come. That's what I'm counting down the days for.
I don't want to allow myself to be generous this time, to have sympathy or anything.
That's just because I don't want to fill myself with anger and more anger, because doing the right thing, or what it would like to be the right thing for people outside, would fill me with such anger and wickedness that I wouldn't be anyway the good person I would try to be by doing the "right-thing"
I tried it already, with "the-online-slut", it didn't help anyway, I didn't feel anygood, and I didn't really care to be good or not, but my nature made me be so, and I hate that. I don't wanna do the same mistake twice.
But this whole place, this whole situation seems to be made just to destroy me, the real me, not the person, but the soul.
To reduce me to a thin little piece of stone with nothing to say and nothing to think, and nothing to talk about because I'll have nothing left on my mind.
I can't figure out how this happens but it does and it's really the best way to kill me, destroy me to never come back.
I've been so close, so close to my final departure that maybe my fear will keep me away till it's necessary to then be free of this and free of risk.
Till then I gotta remind myself not to close my eyes, not just for one blink.
Friday, September 23, 2005
Best Espresso Machine Under 200
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Patty Cake Patty Cake Lyrics
MIX
It's been so long that I almost don't recall how it feels.
In less than a week I'll be running again, or would I feel so just because I'll be doing something about my dream.
It's been really too long since I last actually thought about it.
In a person like me everything is really mized together.
I'm not splitted between my emotional life and my (wannabe) career.
Maybe cause a person like me couldn't really chose any other path but one which would mix together passins emotion and the pragmaticism of a job.
This path I feel is about emotions. The more you give people the more they give you.
And it's unbelievable the energy that can be trasnfered from a crowd of people towards the idealized icon of their dreams.
Cause as I always said, that's what this is about. The Dreams Factory.
I didn't chose this like chiildren with the ideal job ("I'll be a fireman, I'll be a dancer"), I didn't even chose my degree with all those meanings a person should consider before... I just had no idea what to do with my life.
Then this came to me, not like I nedeed to find a way to do something with my life, more like a natural evolution, transformation of my life.
Because if there was something I've always been about, that was music.
The 60s music in my childhood, the church's choir and the 8yrs old girlie-singer-wannabe, the travelling for shows from 12yrs old on, the songs written at 16, the demo dreamed at 18, then this.
You need 99% of luck to be on stage. No matter how good you are.
You at least need just 50%-60% luck, and the rest you can learn, to be back.stage.
And it's likely that the more you learn, the higer your potential become eventually.
And so this path chose me more than I wanted it. That was just the natural evolution of what my life has been.
Maybe that's why I don't feel this strong line splitting my personal life from my studying/career life.
Because It's all he same thing, it's all about dreams and emotions.
I don't know if it's just this kind of business or id that's just me because i really care.
That's why maybe I feel so distant from the way my former lives his life. He must be a different person from a contest to another.
Maybe that was even cause in his average world people kis not so taken and dedicated to emotional side but only practic.
Mine is so not lieke that, It never was and It'll never be.
I'm not a "switch-person". I don't have to switch myself from a contest to another, and I certaintly don't left people behind cause of my practic life.
I don't have this different lives.
He used to decide he was about work... and then his mind was set on that, it was almost impossible to let him even see other things.
I really mean "see". He didn't see anything beyond his practical life made of job and studies. He didn't know about emotional, and to be that he requires to take distance from his practical side,and switch back and forward.
I'm still me, anyway anytime. Well except when I lost myself obviously.
Music came along as the only possible way to come to me in a so natural way.
And from the moment I started thinking about it in a concrete way I couldn't figure myself in a better place.
So this should be practical if it's about work and studies, but for me it's not.
For me it's part of the dream, my dream is emotional, emotional because as I was all feeling when i was under a stage along with thousands of people with my eyes sparkling, or when I was singing my songs, I wanna so all of this becuse of that feeling.
I know what it did to me and I want it to keep on to change and fill life of other kids and people just like it was for me.
Since I realized all of this I've done my best to walk on this path, well as the dreamer I am, still am.
I did my best, really best... maybe another thing that was killing me in Ireland during the whole last year was even the absence of something related to this, to music biz and to my chance to get into it. That took hope off of me even for my future, not just for my love.
Good thing is... now maybe as everything in me is waking up, this is waking up as well.
There's this quite important paper in Ireland, the only one which did something about people who wants to enter the music biz... just like i did in my years in Milan.
Maybe starting that I will start again as well.
As I am already doing.
It's all emotional.
I'm all emotion.
It's been so long that I almost don't recall how it feels.
In less than a week I'll be running again, or would I feel so just because I'll be doing something about my dream.
It's been really too long since I last actually thought about it.
In a person like me everything is really mized together.
I'm not splitted between my emotional life and my (wannabe) career.
Maybe cause a person like me couldn't really chose any other path but one which would mix together passins emotion and the pragmaticism of a job.
This path I feel is about emotions. The more you give people the more they give you.
And it's unbelievable the energy that can be trasnfered from a crowd of people towards the idealized icon of their dreams.
Cause as I always said, that's what this is about. The Dreams Factory.
I didn't chose this like chiildren with the ideal job ("I'll be a fireman, I'll be a dancer"), I didn't even chose my degree with all those meanings a person should consider before... I just had no idea what to do with my life.
Then this came to me, not like I nedeed to find a way to do something with my life, more like a natural evolution, transformation of my life.
Because if there was something I've always been about, that was music.
The 60s music in my childhood, the church's choir and the 8yrs old girlie-singer-wannabe, the travelling for shows from 12yrs old on, the songs written at 16, the demo dreamed at 18, then this.
You need 99% of luck to be on stage. No matter how good you are.
You at least need just 50%-60% luck, and the rest you can learn, to be back.stage.
And it's likely that the more you learn, the higer your potential become eventually.
And so this path chose me more than I wanted it. That was just the natural evolution of what my life has been.
Maybe that's why I don't feel this strong line splitting my personal life from my studying/career life.
Because It's all he same thing, it's all about dreams and emotions.
I don't know if it's just this kind of business or id that's just me because i really care.
That's why maybe I feel so distant from the way my former lives his life. He must be a different person from a contest to another.
Maybe that was even cause in his average world people kis not so taken and dedicated to emotional side but only practic.
Mine is so not lieke that, It never was and It'll never be.
I'm not a "switch-person". I don't have to switch myself from a contest to another, and I certaintly don't left people behind cause of my practic life.
I don't have this different lives.
He used to decide he was about work... and then his mind was set on that, it was almost impossible to let him even see other things.
I really mean "see". He didn't see anything beyond his practical life made of job and studies. He didn't know about emotional, and to be that he requires to take distance from his practical side,and switch back and forward.
I'm still me, anyway anytime. Well except when I lost myself obviously.
Music came along as the only possible way to come to me in a so natural way.
And from the moment I started thinking about it in a concrete way I couldn't figure myself in a better place.
So this should be practical if it's about work and studies, but for me it's not.
For me it's part of the dream, my dream is emotional, emotional because as I was all feeling when i was under a stage along with thousands of people with my eyes sparkling, or when I was singing my songs, I wanna so all of this becuse of that feeling.
I know what it did to me and I want it to keep on to change and fill life of other kids and people just like it was for me.
Since I realized all of this I've done my best to walk on this path, well as the dreamer I am, still am.
I did my best, really best... maybe another thing that was killing me in Ireland during the whole last year was even the absence of something related to this, to music biz and to my chance to get into it. That took hope off of me even for my future, not just for my love.
Good thing is... now maybe as everything in me is waking up, this is waking up as well.
There's this quite important paper in Ireland, the only one which did something about people who wants to enter the music biz... just like i did in my years in Milan.
Maybe starting that I will start again as well.
As I am already doing.
It's all emotional.
I'm all emotion.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Diabetic Slow Cooker Recipes
Pill But who cares
No one ever hurts us. We hurt ourselves by doing a bad use of the greatest power we have. The power to choose.
che sta a dire...
Nessuno ci fa mai veramente del male. Siamo farcene ourselves to making a bad use of the greatest power we have. the power to choose.
No one ever hurts us. We hurt ourselves by doing a bad use of the greatest power we have. The power to choose.
che sta a dire...
Nessuno ci fa mai veramente del male. Siamo farcene ourselves to making a bad use of the greatest power we have. the power to choose.
Monday, September 19, 2005
2009 Skidoo Tundra For Sale
of who reads me ... so I have mine.
I already said that-only friends I know there be? That's exactly
.
Sample Alisha Careful (loooong rare)
Here un'Alisha t'aggiusto I * m * (less rare specimen: P)
Alisha Alisha Thoughtful
undecided
Alisha * * uhmmmmmmmmm
Alisha manga character with the sign of victory and drop of embarrassment attached
Alisha embalmed
I already said that-only friends I know there be? That's exactly
.
Sample Alisha Careful (loooong rare)
Here un'Alisha t'aggiusto I * m * (less rare specimen: P)
Alisha Alisha Thoughtful
undecided
Alisha * * uhmmmmmmmmm
Alisha manga character with the sign of victory and drop of embarrassment attached
Alisha embalmed
How Much Does Plan B Cost
As you wake up from hibernation? Education
Stop.
know this place. And 'you.
not surprise you, do not be surprised. You know him too well.
's all automatic, normal, normal so do not even have a conscious thought to what this is normal.
Yet it is a snap. A moment. A dense
fast. Direct. Thin but not ignored.
E 'pungent smell that makes you turn the shutter, fast, and everything moves in slow motion.
E 'putting into circulation of things that do not know and do not remember having met.
It 's a pinch, a scream, a moment.
In an instant, things have not changed around, but you are a new world, absurd.
Everything has been so far on the first is finished.
's all changed in any possible way, because your eyes have changed.
You'll never be the same because you're dead.
In an instant you're dead and baptized.
When the shot ends this has already happened.
All this flood is over and you are on the opposite side, away, unthinkable until a few seconds before.
Do you find yourself in this new place, and everything seems immensely far away.
What was there before now seems to leave the past behind.
was less than the blink of an eye ago.
All your care centers and landmarks have changed.
of what they were before and just remember not understand.
Nobody will see it, notice the slightest difference nesusno
As you will see everything as you do not remember ever having seen.
It is not clear, it is natural.
But if you look around you realize that something has imperceptibly changed.
That thing is you invisible.
Stop.
know this place. And 'you.
not surprise you, do not be surprised. You know him too well.
's all automatic, normal, normal so do not even have a conscious thought to what this is normal.
Yet it is a snap. A moment. A dense
fast. Direct. Thin but not ignored.
E 'pungent smell that makes you turn the shutter, fast, and everything moves in slow motion.
E 'putting into circulation of things that do not know and do not remember having met.
It 's a pinch, a scream, a moment.
In an instant, things have not changed around, but you are a new world, absurd.
Everything has been so far on the first is finished.
's all changed in any possible way, because your eyes have changed.
You'll never be the same because you're dead.
In an instant you're dead and baptized.
When the shot ends this has already happened.
All this flood is over and you are on the opposite side, away, unthinkable until a few seconds before.
Do you find yourself in this new place, and everything seems immensely far away.
What was there before now seems to leave the past behind.
was less than the blink of an eye ago.
All your care centers and landmarks have changed.
of what they were before and just remember not understand.
Nobody will see it, notice the slightest difference nesusno
As you will see everything as you do not remember ever having seen.
It is not clear, it is natural.
But if you look around you realize that something has imperceptibly changed.
That thing is you invisible.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Tv Watch Movies From Usb Drive
there are people who understand the erratezza and sìcrudeltà of their actions, as you can explain them to him, need to try in person to understand.
the problem is that I tried, but I can not really be so bad to often.
posos so do not do anything about it.
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