Here we go again. Here I am again. I am currently watcheing htese crappy movies so that I can cry!!! Yeah stupid! I know but the work psychotherapist told me that i do not reflect my inner feelings on my outside appearance. We only met once and this person thinks that she got me all figuered out. (btw I only attend these sessions to earn the extra bucks, no more). Anyways i decided to start knowing my self better and I wanted to start with the things which piss me off the most.
Last week I did something which I do not normally do - I listened to the radio. WOW!! It was like 7.30 in the morning and I was tuned on the traffic report and at the moment the presenter was asking the correspondent why there was so much traffic on our streets so early in the morning. I though " Oh my God, this cannot be true." I just couldnt believe my ears. People get freaken paid for asking dumb questions and answering them. They could have asked me and they would have had a cheaper and more efficient service. This would be something i would say if i was the presenter:
" Good morning people, I hope you are enjoying being stuck in the traffic this morning and I bet you are asking yourselves while honking your horns why they hack it is taking so long to arrive at work. Well dumb ass its 7.30 in the morning and everybody decided to get on the road at the same freaking time. You don;t have to be a genius to notice that."
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Old lady
I am during one of my longest shifts (an 18hour shift) and decided that it was about time after 16 hours, that I should go out for a bit of fresh air and that is when I noticed her.
Her. An old lady sitting alone on her doorstep. Her hair is messy and dirty. Her eyes are filled with solitude, sadness and tears. She kept rubbing her eyes so that no one will notice that she was crying. This is when I realised that although we are trying to promote a society were the family takes care of the elderly, no one is actually doing so. It is only written on paper.
How lonely can it get???
Her. An old lady sitting alone on her doorstep. Her hair is messy and dirty. Her eyes are filled with solitude, sadness and tears. She kept rubbing her eyes so that no one will notice that she was crying. This is when I realised that although we are trying to promote a society were the family takes care of the elderly, no one is actually doing so. It is only written on paper.
How lonely can it get???
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Medieval Riddle
Try and solve this medieval riddle. You can find the answer below but don't cheat!!!
Well, here we go:
"Here lies a child, here lies a father.
Here lies the sister, here lies the brother.
Here lies the wife, here lies the husband.
Yet there are but 2 bodies here."
This riddle is an inscription found on a grave somewhere in Europe dating 1512 (or that's what I was told).
Wanna know the answer?
A child had sex with his mother.
A girl was born from the relationship.
The boy married the girl who was his daughter and sister.
And you say you have a mixed up family!!!
Well, here we go:
"Here lies a child, here lies a father.
Here lies the sister, here lies the brother.
Here lies the wife, here lies the husband.
Yet there are but 2 bodies here."
This riddle is an inscription found on a grave somewhere in Europe dating 1512 (or that's what I was told).
Wanna know the answer?
A child had sex with his mother.
A girl was born from the relationship.
The boy married the girl who was his daughter and sister.
And you say you have a mixed up family!!!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
And then there was light, or no?
When you hear the phrase "candle light" the first picture which pops into your mind is having a romantic evening with your better half. In my case it doesn't.
Last night I arrived from work with my blood boiling through my veins from a hard shift and literally bruised while trying my best to keep my cool. Well seeing that with all the adrenaline pumped up in my system I still had the energy to get some work done at home. I thought "Ohh well, the first I'm gonna do is to send those emails I have been planning long ago to send, start my assignment, clean up all the mess in my room accumulated during the exams period and finally I could sit down and relax in front of the T.V. watching my favourite show. Guess what?
I arrived home and found out that half of our town had no electric supply. I live in the dark half obviously!! So my plans where miserably shattered.
No internet = cannot send those emails.
No electricity = cannot switch on the computer to start working on that dreaded assignment (which btw is due Monday)
No T.V. = cannot watch my show
One could say that at least I could clean up my room, all I have to do is light up a few candles. Tried that, been there. It worked obviously but in a way which I did not plan. After a few minutes, I've set on fire loads of papers and I don't wish to end up with my room blazing again. Well, you have to be me believe me. So I ended up on floor in the hallway, reading a book in candle light and it wasn't romantic. Why? I had my dog near me snoring out loudly, very, very loudly (actually i recorded her, snoring I mean), hungry cats shouting outside, teenagers having fun setting on cars' alarms and proud that they will not be caught and the occasional negligent driver going full speed through a ghost town and breaking loudly at every intersection.
Anyways, while I was in the middle of all the snoring, meowing, and breaking, i thought how the hell people could live through centuries without electricity and we cannot even survive for at least 1 night in the dark.
On the plus side though, it was nice for once in a while to have a look at the skies above and actually be able to see the starts.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Social life
and here i am...
its Saturday night and i am at work instead of being out and around enjoying my social life. WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!! social life???? what the heck is that...i don t even have one.
anyways... im here watching My Spy Family and trying to finish my economics assignment in a bid not to fall asleep.
(where are those chocolate cookies?? [searching in process.....] oh here they are yummmmmyyyy)
well, i bid you bye bye from the realm of total boredom.
and till my next entry...cirijow.....
its Saturday night and i am at work instead of being out and around enjoying my social life. WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!! social life???? what the heck is that...i don t even have one.
anyways... im here watching My Spy Family and trying to finish my economics assignment in a bid not to fall asleep.
(where are those chocolate cookies?? [searching in process.....] oh here they are yummmmmyyyy)
well, i bid you bye bye from the realm of total boredom.
and till my next entry...cirijow.....
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Lost
don't know why but everytime i close my eyes i picture myself standing in the middle of the road (like the ones in New York) with loads of people passing by. i just see their blur and not really the person or their face.
im standing there in the middle of nowhere with many people near me, feeling like a fish out of its water tank. belonging to nowhere........
the thing is that i am not searching for a face i know to comfort me, to tell me that i am not alone and that everything is ok.
i know im not alone
i know everything will be ok at the end of all this
but i am just enjoying the feeling of being all alone in the middle of God knows where, not actually caring about finding my space...
im lost...
im liking it!!!
im standing there in the middle of nowhere with many people near me, feeling like a fish out of its water tank. belonging to nowhere........
the thing is that i am not searching for a face i know to comfort me, to tell me that i am not alone and that everything is ok.
i know im not alone
i know everything will be ok at the end of all this
but i am just enjoying the feeling of being all alone in the middle of God knows where, not actually caring about finding my space...
im lost...
im liking it!!!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The Lazy, The Stupid, The Idiot
here I am again with another of my life's anegdode. well let me ask you a question first...
have you ever met with
the most idiotic guy on street?
the most lazy person in town?
the most stupid guy on the island?
the most crazy person in the whole of europe?
the most creepy guy you can only imagine on planet earth?
the most imbecilic person in our galaxy?
the most dullard in the whole universe??????????????
lucky me I did..
Oh boy!!! I really did.
and i regret every millisecond which made part of the second in which i decided to get to know this person.
so let me tell you something about him...
i dont know why (yeahhh right!!!) but he does not have a girlfriend yet and he is 24. he thinks he is mr.universe. everytime we start to chat he comes up with something new about God and the group he is part from. don't get me wrong, i tolerate every religion there is, i dont really mind what my friends believe in as long as they are not harmful to themselves or to the others around them, but pleaaaaaaaase speer me. enough of talking about this group of yours, it makes you sound like a total freak. i have my belives, i am part of the groups i choose to be part my self and dont go about bragging to everyone how great my group is and what everyone to to join in just for the sake of having a large number. well... i dont know if you ever hear Mr. Y, but quality is way more important than quantity.
i don't know why but i cannot brng myself to block this guy even after all the advices my friends and mother give me redarding this pest (O.K. now i am being too gentile). i ont know. i totally hate him and cannot stand him not even on MSN while chatting. But no.................. the marvoulous Tess has to accept to go on for a date with him. and as if in a movie...the sky knew what was coming cause that day (and please it was summer) it was rainging. even the sky and nature where crying for me. he kept on asking these nonsense questions just for the sake of small talk. people i knew where passing by as if not it wasnt enough that i was with this total idiot, i had to be seen with him.
he is really handsome.......oh cmon im kidding. he's hideous. when it stopped raining we went for a walk and half way through it started to rain again and i was completely comfortable with it. i didnt make a fuss, actually i really welcomed the rain. it was the only thing which gave me a fresh breath at that moment. but..........he wasnt good with it. he turned to me with an idiotic stare and asked why i wasnt panicking because my hair was getting wet. oh cmon we are not in a movie for pete's sake. and he actually told me that he bought a shirt for the occassion...so much for being ddesperate. while walking he wanted to have as much breakes as possible. every bench he saw he wanted to sit down and everytime he wanted me to pull him up. it was like going out with an 80 year old man. ohh...wait... 80 year old have walking sticks at least!!!!!!!!!
when we were leaving...after an eternal 4hours, he wanted to kiss me and i nearly pucked at the idea of his lips even touching my cheek, let alone my lips. when i told him no, he obviously asked awhy and i didnt want to tell him that if his lips came near to mine i would actually put (no really, i would really have pucked believe me), i told him i would probably slap him in the face and then he went on blabbing that i would tie him to a nearby crance and so on and started calling me boxer.
............
after dat obvously he wanted to go out again and again and everytime he asked me to go out i would politely decline ( well, i had other plans and non of them involved us, let alone him). well... a couple of months passed without chatting and then one sunny morning Tess (that is me) was so stupid to talk to him again. this time, apart from a boxer, for a reason which i still cannot quite grasp although i hope i would never grasp, he started to call me rambo and denzel washington. this couldnt really be happening to me...
uuuuuuuuuuu.... and btw when i have a personal message saying that i am pissed off, please, oh please dont chat with me and think that everything i am thinking and passing through is about out, cause wake up, it isnt (believe me).
and please, to all of you readers, when you want to chat with someone of your same nationality but do not want to use your mother language, please i beg you, be sure to know the language you opt to use.
well..... better if i stop here or i will be here all day typing and narrating about Mr. Y and belive me it is not worth it.
so for now ... hasta la vista !!
have you ever met with
the most idiotic guy on street?
the most lazy person in town?
the most stupid guy on the island?
the most crazy person in the whole of europe?
the most creepy guy you can only imagine on planet earth?
the most imbecilic person in our galaxy?
the most dullard in the whole universe??????????????
lucky me I did..
Oh boy!!! I really did.
and i regret every millisecond which made part of the second in which i decided to get to know this person.
so let me tell you something about him...
i dont know why (yeahhh right!!!) but he does not have a girlfriend yet and he is 24. he thinks he is mr.universe. everytime we start to chat he comes up with something new about God and the group he is part from. don't get me wrong, i tolerate every religion there is, i dont really mind what my friends believe in as long as they are not harmful to themselves or to the others around them, but pleaaaaaaaase speer me. enough of talking about this group of yours, it makes you sound like a total freak. i have my belives, i am part of the groups i choose to be part my self and dont go about bragging to everyone how great my group is and what everyone to to join in just for the sake of having a large number. well... i dont know if you ever hear Mr. Y, but quality is way more important than quantity.
i don't know why but i cannot brng myself to block this guy even after all the advices my friends and mother give me redarding this pest (O.K. now i am being too gentile). i ont know. i totally hate him and cannot stand him not even on MSN while chatting. But no.................. the marvoulous Tess has to accept to go on for a date with him. and as if in a movie...the sky knew what was coming cause that day (and please it was summer) it was rainging. even the sky and nature where crying for me. he kept on asking these nonsense questions just for the sake of small talk. people i knew where passing by as if not it wasnt enough that i was with this total idiot, i had to be seen with him.
he is really handsome.......oh cmon im kidding. he's hideous. when it stopped raining we went for a walk and half way through it started to rain again and i was completely comfortable with it. i didnt make a fuss, actually i really welcomed the rain. it was the only thing which gave me a fresh breath at that moment. but..........he wasnt good with it. he turned to me with an idiotic stare and asked why i wasnt panicking because my hair was getting wet. oh cmon we are not in a movie for pete's sake. and he actually told me that he bought a shirt for the occassion...so much for being ddesperate. while walking he wanted to have as much breakes as possible. every bench he saw he wanted to sit down and everytime he wanted me to pull him up. it was like going out with an 80 year old man. ohh...wait... 80 year old have walking sticks at least!!!!!!!!!
when we were leaving...after an eternal 4hours, he wanted to kiss me and i nearly pucked at the idea of his lips even touching my cheek, let alone my lips. when i told him no, he obviously asked awhy and i didnt want to tell him that if his lips came near to mine i would actually put (no really, i would really have pucked believe me), i told him i would probably slap him in the face and then he went on blabbing that i would tie him to a nearby crance and so on and started calling me boxer.
............
after dat obvously he wanted to go out again and again and everytime he asked me to go out i would politely decline ( well, i had other plans and non of them involved us, let alone him). well... a couple of months passed without chatting and then one sunny morning Tess (that is me) was so stupid to talk to him again. this time, apart from a boxer, for a reason which i still cannot quite grasp although i hope i would never grasp, he started to call me rambo and denzel washington. this couldnt really be happening to me...
uuuuuuuuuuu.... and btw when i have a personal message saying that i am pissed off, please, oh please dont chat with me and think that everything i am thinking and passing through is about out, cause wake up, it isnt (believe me).
and please, to all of you readers, when you want to chat with someone of your same nationality but do not want to use your mother language, please i beg you, be sure to know the language you opt to use.
well..... better if i stop here or i will be here all day typing and narrating about Mr. Y and belive me it is not worth it.
so for now ... hasta la vista !!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Searching in progress...
have you ever been walking along the road and found yourself at the point of intersection, the crossroad not knowing which road you have to take? not knowing where you want to end up? not knowing where these roads will actually take you? not knowing what you want to find at the end of the long journey? well... i guess that this was how i was feeling in the last year. everything changed in my life. i wanted to change everything even the way i laughed and talked. i am glad to say to the whole world that i succeeded in my attempt and that left the old me behind me.
I turned the page...
its white...
its clean...
it has many many lines which have to be filled...
its still empty and now i am ready to start writing in this new page. start a new chapter in my life.
i got a job,
i've decided to study more and apply my self in everything i am going to come face-to-face with,
i wanna laugh and enjoy life, i wanna take life with a pinch not salt but sugar.
yea i've changed, i've grown, i am a more mature person (at least that is how i see my self), i am me but at the same time i am different.
im travelling my journey
im following the path i've chosen, i will see where it gets me
im searching for new opportunities
im searching for life
im searching for love
not any kind of love, but the love that fills your heart with happiness, the kind of love you feel in the morning and imprints a smile on your face for the rest of the day. the kind of love that is like a circle, fullfilling, growing, enriching, lovely, sweet, innocent...
well right now all i can say is that all i wanna do is spread my wings and fly
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Hmmm...........
when i started this blog i really had many things to say, so much to yell out at the world but lately i just can't articulate anything in words...
hope i will be back really soon cause i miss writing XD
hope i will be back really soon cause i miss writing XD
Monday, March 9, 2009
Death
death is kind of a rite of passage. everyone has to die at some point in time. some die in their first few seconds of life and others live a long, very long life. death is the beginning of the end. death is peaceful, easy and long lasting. dieing in the place of someone you love sounds good even if at the end you don't have the guts to do it.
life is short, hard, harmful, disappointing but at the same time fulfilling, good, rewarding. don't worry...i'm not contemplating to visit Mr. Death right now and no in a million years although it is not possible.
but...
i was just thinkin about death.
what if we couldn't ever die or be killed?
life is short, hard, harmful, disappointing but at the same time fulfilling, good, rewarding. don't worry...i'm not contemplating to visit Mr. Death right now and no in a million years although it is not possible.
but...
i was just thinkin about death.
what if we couldn't ever die or be killed?
Monday, March 2, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
unknown girl
today was a real hactic day.i am tired and stressed out. i just need to switch off for a couple of days.
to come to work i had to fight my way between children with costumes and parents with pushchairs and it took me 30 minutes to arrive instead of the usual 10 minutes.
well... i arrived.right now i am at work and there is this girl down stairs who really has a nice voice. i never saw her here before therefore i know nothing about here, not her name not her age. but i really enjoyed hearing her playing.
when i peeked down to check who was down stairs i saw her and she was scribbling on some papers and i thought that she was doing some of her homework. after some time she came up stairs and asked "which one of you is tess?" and i am like "how does this girl know my name?" well she came running to me and left some papers on my file and went on distributing papers to my other colleague. i did not touch the papers since i did not know her and thought that she just left them by mistake.
then i opened them and there was something scribbled on one of the papers. dont ask me what was scribbled on them cause she really has a bad handwriting (after all she is still young) but when i saw that what was written on the paper where inside a heart, it just turned my mood up side down. mind you im still tired and all but at least this girl changed my mood for the better.
i'm soooo glad :)
to come to work i had to fight my way between children with costumes and parents with pushchairs and it took me 30 minutes to arrive instead of the usual 10 minutes.
well... i arrived.right now i am at work and there is this girl down stairs who really has a nice voice. i never saw her here before therefore i know nothing about here, not her name not her age. but i really enjoyed hearing her playing.
when i peeked down to check who was down stairs i saw her and she was scribbling on some papers and i thought that she was doing some of her homework. after some time she came up stairs and asked "which one of you is tess?" and i am like "how does this girl know my name?" well she came running to me and left some papers on my file and went on distributing papers to my other colleague. i did not touch the papers since i did not know her and thought that she just left them by mistake.
then i opened them and there was something scribbled on one of the papers. dont ask me what was scribbled on them cause she really has a bad handwriting (after all she is still young) but when i saw that what was written on the paper where inside a heart, it just turned my mood up side down. mind you im still tired and all but at least this girl changed my mood for the better.
i'm soooo glad :)
Friday, February 13, 2009
Lost
you're lost in the crowd.
you start searching for a familiar face whom can help you to find your path, and thus, you take extra care in focusing on everyone's face in the search for a friendly one.but through your search you notice many more things...new things...things which you didn't notice before.
you notice that woman who is sitting in the corner with her ice cream melting all over her hand, dripping on her shirt, with her gaze lost in the crowd looking for someone who can be her light. she is lost on her thoughts contemplating about her next move and still cannot figure it out.
you notice that old man who tries to climb those couple of steps in front of him, he cannot do so without the help of someone from the crowd. people are too busy to help help, damn they are way too busy to even notice him and therefore he tries to climb them alone with no avail.
you see that kid who tries who get his parents' attention. he tries to be on his best behavior so that they don't get mad at him. he calls them to play with him. he asks them to buy candy floss...it would add some sweetness to his sorrow without knowing it. well, his parents are more interested in fighting and being angry at each other, then taking care of their little loved one.
you notice that teenager who is among all her friends and all of them are laughing but still she is alone. she feels that her world is crashing on her and no one notices it.
from the corner of your eye you notice a sweet couple. they seem so happy hand in hand walking together looking at all the beautiful and colourful stands. but you also notice that he is absorbed in his thoughts and that he looks at his girlfriend but does not see her. he hears her but does not listen to what she is saying.he walks with her but does not have a destination.
well, you notice many things while you pay that little extra attention to the people around you...but still many times we choose to keep searching only for our path. what you don't notice is that you are already on you path and those people who cannot climb the stairs, or are lost, or are unhappy or trying to get that extra ounch of attention, are on your way and you are supposed to deal with them in order to find your track. on the other hand many of us still choose to turn their face and keep walking . . . alone, afraid . . . searching . . . with no success.
you start searching for a familiar face whom can help you to find your path, and thus, you take extra care in focusing on everyone's face in the search for a friendly one.but through your search you notice many more things...new things...things which you didn't notice before.
you notice that woman who is sitting in the corner with her ice cream melting all over her hand, dripping on her shirt, with her gaze lost in the crowd looking for someone who can be her light. she is lost on her thoughts contemplating about her next move and still cannot figure it out.
you notice that old man who tries to climb those couple of steps in front of him, he cannot do so without the help of someone from the crowd. people are too busy to help help, damn they are way too busy to even notice him and therefore he tries to climb them alone with no avail.
you see that kid who tries who get his parents' attention. he tries to be on his best behavior so that they don't get mad at him. he calls them to play with him. he asks them to buy candy floss...it would add some sweetness to his sorrow without knowing it. well, his parents are more interested in fighting and being angry at each other, then taking care of their little loved one.
you notice that teenager who is among all her friends and all of them are laughing but still she is alone. she feels that her world is crashing on her and no one notices it.
from the corner of your eye you notice a sweet couple. they seem so happy hand in hand walking together looking at all the beautiful and colourful stands. but you also notice that he is absorbed in his thoughts and that he looks at his girlfriend but does not see her. he hears her but does not listen to what she is saying.he walks with her but does not have a destination.
well, you notice many things while you pay that little extra attention to the people around you...but still many times we choose to keep searching only for our path. what you don't notice is that you are already on you path and those people who cannot climb the stairs, or are lost, or are unhappy or trying to get that extra ounch of attention, are on your way and you are supposed to deal with them in order to find your track. on the other hand many of us still choose to turn their face and keep walking . . . alone, afraid . . . searching . . . with no success.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Tired
I need some sleep, I can't go on like this.
I tried counting sheep, but there is one I always miss.
LOL!! it sounds like I watched Shrek.
I really like this weekend...although it passed like speedy gonzales (that little mouse). Holidays finished and also the proposal is finally finished.
well time to each and go to sleep and counting sheeps all over again.
cya
bye bye
gn
:)
I tried counting sheep, but there is one I always miss.
LOL!! it sounds like I watched Shrek.
I really like this weekend...although it passed like speedy gonzales (that little mouse). Holidays finished and also the proposal is finally finished.
well time to each and go to sleep and counting sheeps all over again.
cya
bye bye
gn
:)
Monday, February 9, 2009
The Guy
Starting a new job.
Meeting your boss.
Meeting your new clients.
Meet your new workmates.
Everything is new.
Everything is different.
Everything seems sooo complicated.
Everyone expects that you know what your job is and you don't ask for a discription or where are the things.
Then you see your saviour.
He's helpful, gentile, generous and the only one who dared being seen talking to you. But above all he's realllllyyyy cute. You got lost in those green eyes as soon as you saw him. Your world started spinning, you were lost. His lips started moving but you couldn't hear what words were coming out (hopefully he did not invite you for a drink).
When his lips stop moving, he goes back to his desk which happens to be near yours.
You try to get some work done but wtf!! lets keep looking at him.
Meeting your boss.
Meeting your new clients.
Meet your new workmates.
Everything is new.
Everything is different.
Everything seems sooo complicated.
Everyone expects that you know what your job is and you don't ask for a discription or where are the things.
Then you see your saviour.
He's helpful, gentile, generous and the only one who dared being seen talking to you. But above all he's realllllyyyy cute. You got lost in those green eyes as soon as you saw him. Your world started spinning, you were lost. His lips started moving but you couldn't hear what words were coming out (hopefully he did not invite you for a drink).
When his lips stop moving, he goes back to his desk which happens to be near yours.
You try to get some work done but wtf!! lets keep looking at him.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Technology
Is it possible to go abroad and do not take any photos just rely on ur memory to remember those wonderful scenes?
Is it possible to communicate with others around us without using mobile phones but communicate with them by talking directly to them?
Is it possible to know what is happening around the world without surfing through the internet?
Is it possible to help someone even without sending an sms donating money but giving a helping hand?
Is it possible to view a place in all its 360 degrees without looking at the place on a website?
Well...yes it is possible, why not.technology is not everything.we do not have to rely on technology for all the smallest things in our every-day-life.
We can manage to cope on our own without technology having it better on us and those around us....
...but...
If you have technology... use it.
Moderate yourselfdont make it your godu are better then technology and all its gadgets.
Is it possible to communicate with others around us without using mobile phones but communicate with them by talking directly to them?
Is it possible to know what is happening around the world without surfing through the internet?
Is it possible to help someone even without sending an sms donating money but giving a helping hand?
Is it possible to view a place in all its 360 degrees without looking at the place on a website?
Well...yes it is possible, why not.technology is not everything.we do not have to rely on technology for all the smallest things in our every-day-life.
We can manage to cope on our own without technology having it better on us and those around us....
...but...
If you have technology... use it.
Moderate yourselfdont make it your godu are better then technology and all its gadgets.
Friday, February 6, 2009
A word of Advice (Accetta il Consiglio - Linus)
Well . . . and even today I am back. This time with a song.
No, no, rest assured I did not write it so you're safe there. A couple of nights ago I wash searching for somthing to play from my guitar file and came across the lyrics of an Italian song by Linus, I heard a few years ago. Don't know why but i really like the song. Mind you, its not exactly a song, its more of a person reading a text with background music, but if someone out there understands italian, it is definitely worth 4 minutes of your time. Anyways, the song's title is Accetta il Consiglio and here is a lyrics translation made by me...so bare with me it the translation is not perfect.
Here it comes...
Value the powers of beauty and youth. Don't think about them. You will only understand the powers of beauty and youth once they fade out. But trust me, in 20 years time you will see those old photos in a totally different way. How many possibilites you had, and what a magnificent figure! You weren't fat after all.
Don't worry about the future or worry about it, but keep in mind that worry will only help you as much as chewing a gum will help you will solving an algbra equation. The true life problems will surely be things which you never thought about. Problems which will struck you at 4 of a lazy Tuesday afternoon. Do one thing everytime you are frightened. Sing. Don't be cruel to other people's hearts, but don't let anyone be cruel to yours.
Wash your teeth. Don't waste time with jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometime your the last one, but after all, the race you're running, is only against yourself.
Remember all the compliments you received, forget the insults. If you really do this, tell me how to do it.
Hold tight to all your love letters, throw away old bills. Relax. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do in your life. The most interesting people I know, at the age of 20, they didn't know what they wanted from life. The most interesting 40 year olds, still don't know.
Have loads of calcium and be kind to your knees. When they will be ruined, you will miss them.
Maybe you'll marry or maybe not. Maybe you'll have kids or maybe not. Maybe you'll get divorced at 40. Maybe you'll dance with her at your 75th anniversary. Anyway it goes, don't congratulate yourself that much, but don't he hard on yourself. Your choices are betts, like anyone elses.
Treasure your body. Use it in any way you can. Without fear and without thinking what others say. Its your most precious instrument you will ever have. Dance. Even if the only place you have is the living room. Read the instructions, even if you wown't follow them. Don't read beauty tips, they will only make you feel ugly.
Try and get to know your parents. You don't know when they will be gone forever. Treat your brothers well. They are your link to the past and probably the most who will take care of you in the future. Keep in mind that friends come and go. But the most precious ones, will remain. Do your best in order to cut down geographic distances and cultural differences because the more you grow old, the more you will need the people you know when you were young.
Live in New York for a while, but leave it before it dehuminizes you. Live in California as well, but leave it before you become stupid.
Take good care of your hair, or when you'll be 40, you will have the hair of an 80 year old.
Beware when accepting advises, but be patient with the person giving them. Advices are a form of nostalgy. Giving advices is a way of bringing back the past, cleaning and varish the worst parts and recycle it for more than its worth. But accept my advice...for this time.
I hope you liked it as much as I did...
And for the benefit of those of you who understand Italian...here are the original lyrics....
Goditi potere e bellezza della tua gioventu. Non ci pensare. Il potere di bellezza e gioventu lo capirai solo una volta appassite. Ma credimi tra vent'anni guarderai quelle tue vecchie foto. E in un modo che non puoi immaginare adesso. Quante possibilita avevi di fronte e che aspetto magnifico avevi! Non eri per niente grasso come ti sembrava.
Non preoccuparti del futuro. Oppure preoccupati, ma sapendo che questo ti aiuta quanto masticare un chewing-gum per risolvere un'equazione algebrica. I veri problemi della vita saranno sicuramente cose che non t'erano mai passate per la mente. Di quelle che ti pigliano di sorpresa alle quattro di un pigro martedi pomeriggio. Fa una cosa, ogni giorno che sei spaventato. Canta. Non essere crudele col cuore degli altri. Non tollerare la gente che e crudele col tuo.
Lavati i denti. non perder tempo con l'invidia. A volte sei in testa. A volte resti indietro. La corsa e lunga e alla fine e solo con te stesso.
Ricorda i complimenti che ricevi, scordati gli insulti. Se ci riesci veramente dimmi come si fa.
Conserva tutte le vecchie lettere d'amore, butta i vecchi estratti conto. Rilassati. Non sentirti in colpa se non sai cosa vuoi fare della tua vita. Le persone piu interessanti che conosco, a venti due anni non sapevano che fare della loro vita. I quarantenni piu interessanti che conosco ancora non lo sanno.
Prendi molto calcio. Sii gentile con le tue ginocchia, quando saranno partite ti mancheranno.
Forse ti sposerai o forse no. Forse avrai figli o forse no. Forse divorzierai a quarant'anni. Forse ballerai con lei al settancinquesimo anniversario di matrimonio. Comunque vada, non congratularti troppo con te stesso, ma non rimproverarti neanche. Le te scelte sono scommesse. Come queslle di chiunque altro.
Goditi il tuo corpo. Usalo in tutti i modi che puoi. Senza paura e senza temere quel che pensa la gente. E' il piu grande strumento che potrai mai avere. Balla. Anche se il solo posto che hai per farlo e il tuo soggiorno.
Leggi le istruzioni, anche se poi non le seguirai. Non leggere le riviste di bellezza. Ti faranno solo sentire orrendo.
Cerca di conoscere i tuoi genitori. Non puoi sapere quando se ne andranno per sempre. Tratta bene i tuoi fratelli. Sono il migliore legame con il passato e quelli che piu probabilmente avranno cura di te in futuro. Renditi conto che gli amici vanno e vengo. Ma alcuni, i piu preziosi, rimarranno. Datti da fare per colmare le distanze geografiche e di stili di vita, perche piu diventi vecchio, piu hai bisogno delle persone che conoscevi da giovane.
Vivi a New York per un po`, ma lasciala prima che ti indurisca. Vivi anche in California per un po`, ma lasciala prima che ti rammollisca.
Non fare pasticci coi capelli, se no quando avrai quarant'anni sembreranno di un ottantacinquenne.
Sii cauto nell'accettare consigli, ma sii paziente con che li dispensa. I consigli sono una forma di nostalgia. Dispensarli e un modo di ripescare il passato dal dimenticatoio, ripulirlo, passare la vernice sulle parti piu brutte e riciclarlo per piu di quel che valga. Ma accetta il consiglio...per questa volta.
No, no, rest assured I did not write it so you're safe there. A couple of nights ago I wash searching for somthing to play from my guitar file and came across the lyrics of an Italian song by Linus, I heard a few years ago. Don't know why but i really like the song. Mind you, its not exactly a song, its more of a person reading a text with background music, but if someone out there understands italian, it is definitely worth 4 minutes of your time. Anyways, the song's title is Accetta il Consiglio and here is a lyrics translation made by me...so bare with me it the translation is not perfect.
Here it comes...
Value the powers of beauty and youth. Don't think about them. You will only understand the powers of beauty and youth once they fade out. But trust me, in 20 years time you will see those old photos in a totally different way. How many possibilites you had, and what a magnificent figure! You weren't fat after all.
Don't worry about the future or worry about it, but keep in mind that worry will only help you as much as chewing a gum will help you will solving an algbra equation. The true life problems will surely be things which you never thought about. Problems which will struck you at 4 of a lazy Tuesday afternoon. Do one thing everytime you are frightened. Sing. Don't be cruel to other people's hearts, but don't let anyone be cruel to yours.
Wash your teeth. Don't waste time with jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometime your the last one, but after all, the race you're running, is only against yourself.
Remember all the compliments you received, forget the insults. If you really do this, tell me how to do it.
Hold tight to all your love letters, throw away old bills. Relax. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do in your life. The most interesting people I know, at the age of 20, they didn't know what they wanted from life. The most interesting 40 year olds, still don't know.
Have loads of calcium and be kind to your knees. When they will be ruined, you will miss them.
Maybe you'll marry or maybe not. Maybe you'll have kids or maybe not. Maybe you'll get divorced at 40. Maybe you'll dance with her at your 75th anniversary. Anyway it goes, don't congratulate yourself that much, but don't he hard on yourself. Your choices are betts, like anyone elses.
Treasure your body. Use it in any way you can. Without fear and without thinking what others say. Its your most precious instrument you will ever have. Dance. Even if the only place you have is the living room. Read the instructions, even if you wown't follow them. Don't read beauty tips, they will only make you feel ugly.
Try and get to know your parents. You don't know when they will be gone forever. Treat your brothers well. They are your link to the past and probably the most who will take care of you in the future. Keep in mind that friends come and go. But the most precious ones, will remain. Do your best in order to cut down geographic distances and cultural differences because the more you grow old, the more you will need the people you know when you were young.
Live in New York for a while, but leave it before it dehuminizes you. Live in California as well, but leave it before you become stupid.
Take good care of your hair, or when you'll be 40, you will have the hair of an 80 year old.
Beware when accepting advises, but be patient with the person giving them. Advices are a form of nostalgy. Giving advices is a way of bringing back the past, cleaning and varish the worst parts and recycle it for more than its worth. But accept my advice...for this time.
I hope you liked it as much as I did...
And for the benefit of those of you who understand Italian...here are the original lyrics....
Goditi potere e bellezza della tua gioventu. Non ci pensare. Il potere di bellezza e gioventu lo capirai solo una volta appassite. Ma credimi tra vent'anni guarderai quelle tue vecchie foto. E in un modo che non puoi immaginare adesso. Quante possibilita avevi di fronte e che aspetto magnifico avevi! Non eri per niente grasso come ti sembrava.
Non preoccuparti del futuro. Oppure preoccupati, ma sapendo che questo ti aiuta quanto masticare un chewing-gum per risolvere un'equazione algebrica. I veri problemi della vita saranno sicuramente cose che non t'erano mai passate per la mente. Di quelle che ti pigliano di sorpresa alle quattro di un pigro martedi pomeriggio. Fa una cosa, ogni giorno che sei spaventato. Canta. Non essere crudele col cuore degli altri. Non tollerare la gente che e crudele col tuo.
Lavati i denti. non perder tempo con l'invidia. A volte sei in testa. A volte resti indietro. La corsa e lunga e alla fine e solo con te stesso.
Ricorda i complimenti che ricevi, scordati gli insulti. Se ci riesci veramente dimmi come si fa.
Conserva tutte le vecchie lettere d'amore, butta i vecchi estratti conto. Rilassati. Non sentirti in colpa se non sai cosa vuoi fare della tua vita. Le persone piu interessanti che conosco, a venti due anni non sapevano che fare della loro vita. I quarantenni piu interessanti che conosco ancora non lo sanno.
Prendi molto calcio. Sii gentile con le tue ginocchia, quando saranno partite ti mancheranno.
Forse ti sposerai o forse no. Forse avrai figli o forse no. Forse divorzierai a quarant'anni. Forse ballerai con lei al settancinquesimo anniversario di matrimonio. Comunque vada, non congratularti troppo con te stesso, ma non rimproverarti neanche. Le te scelte sono scommesse. Come queslle di chiunque altro.
Goditi il tuo corpo. Usalo in tutti i modi che puoi. Senza paura e senza temere quel che pensa la gente. E' il piu grande strumento che potrai mai avere. Balla. Anche se il solo posto che hai per farlo e il tuo soggiorno.
Leggi le istruzioni, anche se poi non le seguirai. Non leggere le riviste di bellezza. Ti faranno solo sentire orrendo.
Cerca di conoscere i tuoi genitori. Non puoi sapere quando se ne andranno per sempre. Tratta bene i tuoi fratelli. Sono il migliore legame con il passato e quelli che piu probabilmente avranno cura di te in futuro. Renditi conto che gli amici vanno e vengo. Ma alcuni, i piu preziosi, rimarranno. Datti da fare per colmare le distanze geografiche e di stili di vita, perche piu diventi vecchio, piu hai bisogno delle persone che conoscevi da giovane.
Vivi a New York per un po`, ma lasciala prima che ti indurisca. Vivi anche in California per un po`, ma lasciala prima che ti rammollisca.
Non fare pasticci coi capelli, se no quando avrai quarant'anni sembreranno di un ottantacinquenne.
Sii cauto nell'accettare consigli, ma sii paziente con che li dispensa. I consigli sono una forma di nostalgia. Dispensarli e un modo di ripescare il passato dal dimenticatoio, ripulirlo, passare la vernice sulle parti piu brutte e riciclarlo per piu di quel che valga. Ma accetta il consiglio...per questa volta.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Hate!!!
did you ever meet this person? a person who thinks he or a she, is great, perfect, gorgeous, funny with great personality, thoughtful, kind, sweet, generous, loyal, trustworthy, honest, continuously asking you for favours, and not just everyday favours, but the kind of lending huge sums of money, continous patience ecc but then you discover that the only flaw you show in your behaviour will be told and gossiped to everyone. every one will know that you lost some money from your pocket, that you did not pay the bills on time, that s/he GAVE you something and then tells everyone that you stole it but s/he tells you to your face that s/he has been kind to you by giving you that generous offer.
well i met this person. and from here i can openly say that i hate you.
i hate you not only from the bottom of my heart but from the deepest tissues in my feet up to my legs, tights, straight to my rectum, intestines, stomach, kidney, liver up to my lungs, air and food pipes, tonsiles, mouth and tounge, direct to my nose, eyes, brain, hair roots and hair tips (imagine me electrified with my hair life einstein).
i can't stand you any more, you're insolent, bastard, miser, stupid, ......................
aaaaaaaaa and thats how i feel about you
well i met this person. and from here i can openly say that i hate you.
i hate you not only from the bottom of my heart but from the deepest tissues in my feet up to my legs, tights, straight to my rectum, intestines, stomach, kidney, liver up to my lungs, air and food pipes, tonsiles, mouth and tounge, direct to my nose, eyes, brain, hair roots and hair tips (imagine me electrified with my hair life einstein).
i can't stand you any more, you're insolent, bastard, miser, stupid, ......................
aaaaaaaaa and thats how i feel about you
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Romantic Story with a Twist
Imagine a perfect couple.
Handsome
Intelligent
Financially stable (even in a credit crunch)
"... till death do us apart."
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq BREAK!!!!!
FLASH NEWS!
She doesn't want to have kids because she didn't want to ruin her figure.
He was desperate to be a father.
She is a fashionoholic.
He is a workoholic.
She needs love.
He gave her money.
She wanted him to be more at home.
He suggested to find some way to "entertain" herself.
She needed him.
He lost her.
She found the young and cute gardener.
He found the willing asian maid.
Obviously, the perfect couple divorced.
But...
He still loves her. Gave her whatever she wanted during their divorce settlement, even his late mother's vase. A burgler went into her house and he was there ready to defend her if the burgler came back.
She got the house and destroyed everything which belonged to her now ex-husband. She threw his clothes in the fireplace. She slept with a guy she met the night before and made sure that her ex found them in bed together only to hurt him. She went back to the now married gardener and wanted him all for her, but he was faithful to his wife (ironically). She got jealous when his ex-husband went out with someone.
He loves her.
She loves him.
He wants a baby with her friend but the friend just wants to have fun.
She finds a politician who only thinks about the new wotes he acquired through their marriage.
He leaves his girlfriend.
She marries the politician.
He congratulates her for the new found love.
She kisses him.
They realise that they will never be happy again like the times when they where still together.
He forgets about his girlfriend.
She forgets about her new found love.
They remarry and now form the cutest and happiest couple one can see.
Romantic
Madly in love
Helpful
Faithful
Understanding
and Mindful towards each other.
They now appreciate the small things in life. They don't take forgranted each other, they take care about the feelings that their soul mate has.
She still loves fashion.
He still loves his job.
...but...
They love each other more.
Handsome
Intelligent
Financially stable (even in a credit crunch)
"... till death do us apart."
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq BREAK!!!!!
FLASH NEWS!
She slept with the gardener.
He slept with the maid.
She doesn't want to have kids because she didn't want to ruin her figure.
He was desperate to be a father.
She is a fashionoholic.
He is a workoholic.
She needs love.
He gave her money.
She wanted him to be more at home.
He suggested to find some way to "entertain" herself.
She needed him.
He lost her.
She found the young and cute gardener.
He found the willing asian maid.
Obviously, the perfect couple divorced.
But...
He still loves her. Gave her whatever she wanted during their divorce settlement, even his late mother's vase. A burgler went into her house and he was there ready to defend her if the burgler came back.
She got the house and destroyed everything which belonged to her now ex-husband. She threw his clothes in the fireplace. She slept with a guy she met the night before and made sure that her ex found them in bed together only to hurt him. She went back to the now married gardener and wanted him all for her, but he was faithful to his wife (ironically). She got jealous when his ex-husband went out with someone.
He loves her.
She loves him.
He wants a baby with her friend but the friend just wants to have fun.
She finds a politician who only thinks about the new wotes he acquired through their marriage.
He leaves his girlfriend.
She marries the politician.
He congratulates her for the new found love.
She kisses him.
They realise that they will never be happy again like the times when they where still together.
He forgets about his girlfriend.
She forgets about her new found love.
They remarry and now form the cutest and happiest couple one can see.
Romantic
Madly in love
Helpful
Faithful
Understanding
and Mindful towards each other.
They now appreciate the small things in life. They don't take forgranted each other, they take care about the feelings that their soul mate has.
She still loves fashion.
He still loves his job.
...but...
They love each other more.
Hi!
Hello there!!
How are you. Well this is my first blog if it can be called a "blog". I'm new to this site so bare with me, but I live for blogging...I don't know how I could survive without blogging. The blogs which you will read here basically are just random thoughts derived something I've heard during the day, along my journey. These thoughts make up my opinions and my world.
Feel free not to agree with me ... but don't judge. Blogs are the result of our experiences, past life, espirations, opinions, thoughts...
Add your own thoughts together with mine...either agreeing, disagreeing, developing or suggesting...I wown't judge.
Hope you will come back and read my thoughts which I treasure dearly.
Take Care,
Tess xxx
How are you. Well this is my first blog if it can be called a "blog". I'm new to this site so bare with me, but I live for blogging...I don't know how I could survive without blogging. The blogs which you will read here basically are just random thoughts derived something I've heard during the day, along my journey. These thoughts make up my opinions and my world.
Feel free not to agree with me ... but don't judge. Blogs are the result of our experiences, past life, espirations, opinions, thoughts...
Add your own thoughts together with mine...either agreeing, disagreeing, developing or suggesting...I wown't judge.
Hope you will come back and read my thoughts which I treasure dearly.
Take Care,
Tess xxx
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