vabbe' sto mese ho toccato il limite....
ho capito che mi becco ragno porcellino, cane vanesio e puzzola barbona che mi viene a distruggere i sacchetti dell'immondizia e tiene alla larga persino i procioni...
pensavo che il caso del colibri' che veniva a tirare craniate sul vetro della finestra (che ho dovuto dipingere per un certo periodo per salvargli la pelle) fosse stato l'apice.
Dico io, si che vivo in collina e c'ho una pineta accanto, ma non sto mica nella jungla!
lo scoiattolo che mi entra in casa e svaligica la scatola dei crackers e' stato il massimo. Dite voi... ma tu come lo sai che era uno scoiattolo? perche' sono entrata in stanza e l'ho trovato ancora la' che dormivaaaa, il porcooo XDDD!
una scena da comiche, entro in camera seguita da woofie e trovo briciole dappertutto (una scia) come se mi fosse esplosa una bomba a mano nel cartone dei crackers.... prima guardo woofie storto poi lo vedo accanirsi contro la mia copertina di Hello Kitty, lo guardo storto di nuovo e sto per fiondarlo per le scale quando noto un supernido di crackers ed un batuffolo marrone che dorme a pancia all'aria e forse russa pure... e si gratta il pancino...
woofie coraggiosamente e' corso nel mio armadio e si e' infilato nella mia borsa della classe di ceramica, continuando ad abbaiare da li' O_O (e' un prode sto cane). Lo scoiattolo si sveglia di soprassalto, manca l'uscio della portafinestra e tira una craniata allucinante contro il vetro.
Barcolla e cade. oddio si e' ammazzato, penso, lo avvolgo nella copertina e lo metto sul balcone con un po' d'acqua e il resto dei crackers (tanto li aveva quasi finiti)... intanto faccio quello che devo fare per ripulire la stanza ma ogni tanto lancio uno sguardo... dopo un po' lo vedo che si sveglia e scuote la testa della serie "madonna che craniataaaa!", poi beve, si ficca 5 crackers nelle guance e scappa via. Due samsonite c'aveva al posto delle guance.
Era stato attirato nella mia stanza dal barattolo dei vermi, visto che ai miei vermi do' sempre da mangiare noccioline coperte di zucchero... infatti ho trovato il barattolo a terra ed il coperchio ammaccato (ma che era una lontra sto scoiattolo?). Se i vermi avessero occhi li avrei trovati cosi' @_@ chissa' che trauma poverini.
La coperta di Hello Kitty e' stata disinfettata!
Sono circondata aiutatemi!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Monday, October 03, 2005
the day jack sparrow came to my house: dreams do come true!!!
Hi Neha,
I woke up this morning nice and relaxed and my friend K-chan calls me
and says:
"I'll be there for lunch"
Good, I thought, you'll be having lentils cuz I didn't go grocery
shopping. I still felt guilty and washed my nice zibibbo grapes and
looked up a couple of recepies online then decided : would it be bad
if I were wearing pj's?
I felt guilty so I put on some nice comfy house clothes.
She told me she would stop for a couple of hours only though, you know
just to eat, say hi/bye wash the dishes and go. Well actually she was
nice enough to tell me she wanted to cook with me and then she called
at 1pm saying she was running a little late for she was stuck in traffic.
Very little I knew that day I'd be kidnapped by a pirate, for real.
When the doorbell rang, my roommate went to open the door for me and
then yelled "it's for you"
first thought was "why was he at home on a sunday?" the second thought
when I looked through the door was "Oh My God! Jack Sparrow!"
All shaky and with his perfect drunken accent he said "I heard it was
someone's birthday here not too long ago!!!" I turned purple. Me, he's
here for me... Dreams do come true! Oh, crap I ran out of peanut butter! (that's my wildest dream... always has to do with jack sparrow and peanut butter)
He came in, nevertheless, with his big boots followed by 3 of my
friends, who received no greeting from me cuz I was idiotically
staring at Jack Sparrow! I mean Jack sparrow is coming in my house,
would I even care to ask him to take his shoes off? of course not,
"everybody come in with shoes, please, my roommate waxed the floor
yesterday especially for the occasion." (so that's why he waxed!<__<)
So I just walk all around my favourite pirate, I check his tattoes,
and the beads in the hair and even the mascara under the eye... tell
you more: his jaw is even scortched! Very little I know, after I check him out real good, he opens his
treasure chest and start taking out ropes, cards, magic markers,
scissors (that he called Skisors) and stuff. This Jack Sparrow here, was quick with fingers...
after the first few magic tricks he did with a little kerchief, he
passed to riggings (ropes on dry land as he mentioned) and cards! O_O
I was aghast, he had no sleeves so where was the trick?
The dog was hypnotized thinking "this guys has more hair than I do"
and barked at him a while and Jack looked at him and said "funny looking
rat you got there!"
In the end he left a doblone an invitation to a pirate festival,
a card with his website on it www.pirate4hire.com and me, still being
all purple turned to my friend and said "if this is a dream, don't
wake me up!"
And by golly I didn't!
Now I have to start focusing on gacchan!!! maybe by next year I'll get him too.
Hi Neha,
I woke up this morning nice and relaxed and my friend K-chan calls me
and says:
"I'll be there for lunch"
Good, I thought, you'll be having lentils cuz I didn't go grocery
shopping. I still felt guilty and washed my nice zibibbo grapes and
looked up a couple of recepies online then decided : would it be bad
if I were wearing pj's?
I felt guilty so I put on some nice comfy house clothes.
She told me she would stop for a couple of hours only though, you know
just to eat, say hi/bye wash the dishes and go. Well actually she was
nice enough to tell me she wanted to cook with me and then she called
at 1pm saying she was running a little late for she was stuck in traffic.
Very little I knew that day I'd be kidnapped by a pirate, for real.
When the doorbell rang, my roommate went to open the door for me and
then yelled "it's for you"
first thought was "why was he at home on a sunday?" the second thought
when I looked through the door was "Oh My God! Jack Sparrow!"
All shaky and with his perfect drunken accent he said "I heard it was
someone's birthday here not too long ago!!!" I turned purple. Me, he's
here for me... Dreams do come true! Oh, crap I ran out of peanut butter! (that's my wildest dream... always has to do with jack sparrow and peanut butter)
He came in, nevertheless, with his big boots followed by 3 of my
friends, who received no greeting from me cuz I was idiotically
staring at Jack Sparrow! I mean Jack sparrow is coming in my house,
would I even care to ask him to take his shoes off? of course not,
"everybody come in with shoes, please, my roommate waxed the floor
yesterday especially for the occasion." (so that's why he waxed!<__<)
So I just walk all around my favourite pirate, I check his tattoes,
and the beads in the hair and even the mascara under the eye... tell
you more: his jaw is even scortched! Very little I know, after I check him out real good, he opens his
treasure chest and start taking out ropes, cards, magic markers,
scissors (that he called Skisors) and stuff. This Jack Sparrow here, was quick with fingers...
after the first few magic tricks he did with a little kerchief, he
passed to riggings (ropes on dry land as he mentioned) and cards! O_O
I was aghast, he had no sleeves so where was the trick?
The dog was hypnotized thinking "this guys has more hair than I do"
and barked at him a while and Jack looked at him and said "funny looking
rat you got there!"
In the end he left a doblone an invitation to a pirate festival,
a card with his website on it www.pirate4hire.com and me, still being
all purple turned to my friend and said "if this is a dream, don't
wake me up!"
And by golly I didn't!
Now I have to start focusing on gacchan!!! maybe by next year I'll get him too.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
My best friend's a rockstar
My best friend is a famous star, but where I come from nobody knows him.
That's because my country is as small as a spit in the ocean, it's a
town/country, one of
those isolated places that are always untouched by wars and nobody knows how to
pronounce its name.
Not even news get there, but if they do nobody understands them. We are even tax
free,
so a lot of people come and shop here, but nobody ever stays.
My best friend called me up one day and said he wanted to come on vacation to my
country.
"I'll book you and your pals a hotel room then, so you can hang out naked!"
"Don't bother, I am meeting with them later in Rome, right now it's only me
going, I'll be
staying at your place."
Although I told him that, yes he would have his own room (but it was as big as
his closet)
and his own bed (but it was a foldable easy chair), and that my mom would never
ever let
him in the kitchen to cook and that there was nothing fun to do in my Country...
he
insisted: "I'll go."
Don't get me wrong I did not mean to sound like "dude, i don't want you here". I
was dying
to meet with him and hang out because I myself was dying of boredom and my
vacations,
visiting family, consisted in meeting them for lunch and dinner and dozing off
to sleep or
watch tv the rest of the day. No internet in my Country.
So there my friend arrived, although I told him to travel light, he came with 12
suitcases. I
had to store some of them in the garage and the rest of them in the attic.
I told my buddy "just keep your everyday change in your room" and still he kept
two
suitcases. I don't know how he managed to sleep in such a crowded place, but he
did not
complaint, nor he lamented the size of the room or the bad taste my mom had for
furniture, the purple paint on the walls nor the little porcelain Hobo sitting
on the
nightstand.
Now one thing I have to say for my Country: it is gorgeous! We have the
mountains, hills,
woods, the sea, huge sand dunes, 22 miles of shore with sand and rocks (great
places for
scubadiving), maritime pine trees, canals, a couple of lakes, a Castle, Ancient
Ruins from
the Romans, the Greeks and some other folks I never remember the name of. Plus
we have
# 1 pizza in the world, # 1 mozzarella in the world, #1 pastry store in the
world, # 1
mozzarella in the world, #1 gelato in the world and the best Pasta restaurant of
the
continent!
I am not making this up, I costantly see the awards piling up on the walls of
this little
factory, restaurants and gelato stores, year after year....
When I look at all this wonders I can't quite figure out why the rest of the
world wouldn't
move and live right here, and why did I move away on the first place?
Then I remember: it's the people. This country's inhabitants are coarse, rude,
unpolite,
snoopy, gossipy, ignorant, nad overall there's too much money going around (for
we have
the biggest fruits and vegetable market in the world and everybody works there)
but too
little culture and intelligence.
So while I go around with my friend and I show him around, telling him about a
bit of
history of the place (although rather small it has so much history), that not
even the
people who live here know about... I also tell him "See I wasn't born here, but
I think this
Country's gorgeous... it would be better if it weren't populated, though!"
My friend, who doesn't like sweets, is at his fourth gelato cone, could not
resist the rose
and jasmine flavour first, then the liquorice one, then the pistacho and in the
end he
wanted rose again!
While we stroll around I am always on the lookout. There has to be someone who
knows
and like foreign stuff who will recognize him and send the whole place into a
riot: ooooh
an international staaaar!
But we are lucky enough and we go back home where my friend takes his shoes off
and
make himself at ease and my mom grabs me to the side and complaints: "your weird
chinese friend... and I found him in the kitchen last night, in the middle of
the night,
wearing only and apron making curry"
"first of all he is not chinese and second of all he was hungry... I'll tell him
about the naked
thing but if he were ugly I'd understand... he is not, just feast your eyes
woman!"
My dad came to interupt us that very moment.
"hey you know, your pal is playing piano, he is pretty good!"
We all moved to the living room where my friend was wonderfully playing my
German
piano, artisanly made in 1850 by this guy who then became crazy for carving a
paino out
of walnut root is insane!
As I was explaining to my father "of course he is good, you know! When i told
you he is a
star I meant a rockstar!"
"really?" my mother asked "he sings pretty well too"
"mamma, you know that pile of cd's in my room?"
She nodded and I fetch one, then I pointed at my friend.
"Him?" She was quite surprised "And how do you know a rockstar?"
I wondered about for a while but I could not recollect the moment we first met
nor how we
became best friends. I was killed by doubts and desperate as I was i turned to
my best
friend and asked him:
"Ne, Gacchan we are best friends, aren't we?"
He turned to me and smiled.
"Sure we are... in you dreams, Deda, in your dreams!"
And that's when I woke up.
Life is unfair!!!! T____T
My best friend is a famous star, but where I come from nobody knows him.
That's because my country is as small as a spit in the ocean, it's a
town/country, one of
those isolated places that are always untouched by wars and nobody knows how to
pronounce its name.
Not even news get there, but if they do nobody understands them. We are even tax
free,
so a lot of people come and shop here, but nobody ever stays.
My best friend called me up one day and said he wanted to come on vacation to my
country.
"I'll book you and your pals a hotel room then, so you can hang out naked!"
"Don't bother, I am meeting with them later in Rome, right now it's only me
going, I'll be
staying at your place."
Although I told him that, yes he would have his own room (but it was as big as
his closet)
and his own bed (but it was a foldable easy chair), and that my mom would never
ever let
him in the kitchen to cook and that there was nothing fun to do in my Country...
he
insisted: "I'll go."
Don't get me wrong I did not mean to sound like "dude, i don't want you here". I
was dying
to meet with him and hang out because I myself was dying of boredom and my
vacations,
visiting family, consisted in meeting them for lunch and dinner and dozing off
to sleep or
watch tv the rest of the day. No internet in my Country.
So there my friend arrived, although I told him to travel light, he came with 12
suitcases. I
had to store some of them in the garage and the rest of them in the attic.
I told my buddy "just keep your everyday change in your room" and still he kept
two
suitcases. I don't know how he managed to sleep in such a crowded place, but he
did not
complaint, nor he lamented the size of the room or the bad taste my mom had for
furniture, the purple paint on the walls nor the little porcelain Hobo sitting
on the
nightstand.
Now one thing I have to say for my Country: it is gorgeous! We have the
mountains, hills,
woods, the sea, huge sand dunes, 22 miles of shore with sand and rocks (great
places for
scubadiving), maritime pine trees, canals, a couple of lakes, a Castle, Ancient
Ruins from
the Romans, the Greeks and some other folks I never remember the name of. Plus
we have
# 1 pizza in the world, # 1 mozzarella in the world, #1 pastry store in the
world, # 1
mozzarella in the world, #1 gelato in the world and the best Pasta restaurant of
the
continent!
I am not making this up, I costantly see the awards piling up on the walls of
this little
factory, restaurants and gelato stores, year after year....
When I look at all this wonders I can't quite figure out why the rest of the
world wouldn't
move and live right here, and why did I move away on the first place?
Then I remember: it's the people. This country's inhabitants are coarse, rude,
unpolite,
snoopy, gossipy, ignorant, nad overall there's too much money going around (for
we have
the biggest fruits and vegetable market in the world and everybody works there)
but too
little culture and intelligence.
So while I go around with my friend and I show him around, telling him about a
bit of
history of the place (although rather small it has so much history), that not
even the
people who live here know about... I also tell him "See I wasn't born here, but
I think this
Country's gorgeous... it would be better if it weren't populated, though!"
My friend, who doesn't like sweets, is at his fourth gelato cone, could not
resist the rose
and jasmine flavour first, then the liquorice one, then the pistacho and in the
end he
wanted rose again!
While we stroll around I am always on the lookout. There has to be someone who
knows
and like foreign stuff who will recognize him and send the whole place into a
riot: ooooh
an international staaaar!
But we are lucky enough and we go back home where my friend takes his shoes off
and
make himself at ease and my mom grabs me to the side and complaints: "your weird
chinese friend... and I found him in the kitchen last night, in the middle of
the night,
wearing only and apron making curry"
"first of all he is not chinese and second of all he was hungry... I'll tell him
about the naked
thing but if he were ugly I'd understand... he is not, just feast your eyes
woman!"
My dad came to interupt us that very moment.
"hey you know, your pal is playing piano, he is pretty good!"
We all moved to the living room where my friend was wonderfully playing my
German
piano, artisanly made in 1850 by this guy who then became crazy for carving a
paino out
of walnut root is insane!
As I was explaining to my father "of course he is good, you know! When i told
you he is a
star I meant a rockstar!"
"really?" my mother asked "he sings pretty well too"
"mamma, you know that pile of cd's in my room?"
She nodded and I fetch one, then I pointed at my friend.
"Him?" She was quite surprised "And how do you know a rockstar?"
I wondered about for a while but I could not recollect the moment we first met
nor how we
became best friends. I was killed by doubts and desperate as I was i turned to
my best
friend and asked him:
"Ne, Gacchan we are best friends, aren't we?"
He turned to me and smiled.
"Sure we are... in you dreams, Deda, in your dreams!"
And that's when I woke up.
Life is unfair!!!! T____T
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
I have a funny story these days, well maybe two or 3...
first one is: there's a pretty spider in my room and when I sit down it comes and hides under my butt.
now a perverted spider I never saw, but I am afraid to budge on the chair cuz I dun wanna squeeze it and kill it.
SoI go shoo shoo... and sit, the next moment I stand up again he is there.
and that's my pervy spider.
the second one is: Oliver gave a bath to woofie yesterday and the dog got so pissed, ran into my room and started bitching about Oliver to me. He just looked at me and went cough cough cough... he doesn't really bark you know, saying "look at me I am a mess" when Oliver came to pick him up to brush him... and the dog started yelling at him. In the end he was yelling and jumping around, he looked like a rat/rabbit.... and as soon as Oliver put a pin to pull his hair up on his head he calmed down.
Oliver said he does that cuz he hates to look ugly and so the moment you put the pin again he feels pretty again and calms down.
I could not stop laughing. A vain dog I never saw either.
first one is: there's a pretty spider in my room and when I sit down it comes and hides under my butt.
now a perverted spider I never saw, but I am afraid to budge on the chair cuz I dun wanna squeeze it and kill it.
SoI go shoo shoo... and sit, the next moment I stand up again he is there.
and that's my pervy spider.
the second one is: Oliver gave a bath to woofie yesterday and the dog got so pissed, ran into my room and started bitching about Oliver to me. He just looked at me and went cough cough cough... he doesn't really bark you know, saying "look at me I am a mess" when Oliver came to pick him up to brush him... and the dog started yelling at him. In the end he was yelling and jumping around, he looked like a rat/rabbit.... and as soon as Oliver put a pin to pull his hair up on his head he calmed down.
Oliver said he does that cuz he hates to look ugly and so the moment you put the pin again he feels pretty again and calms down.
I could not stop laughing. A vain dog I never saw either.
Monday, May 02, 2005
La prima volta che sono andata al consolato mi e' parso di entrare nell'ufficio anagrafe del mio piccolo paesino.
4 sportelli, uno solo dei quali in funzione (beh due ma il ragazzo al secondo sportello era in internship, o qualcosa del genere e ti guardava con occhi miopi mentre gli facevi domande serie).
Stacchi il numerino e ti siedi. Fortunatamente, prevedendo che, mettendo piede al consolato avrei rimesso piedi in territorio italiano, sono andata online ed ho controllato tutto quello che mi dovevo portare.
Ovviamente non mi avevano detto che prendono solo assegni o money order o contante (sono peggio del McDonald's) e sono dovuta arrivare fino infondo a Fillmore per prelevare contante dal Atm della mia banca di fiducia.
Al mio ritorno trovo l'unica persona savia e cortese alle prese con un signore anziano, italo-americano, che come tutti gli itali-americani che in Italia non ci sono mai stati o non ci mettono piede da 60 anni, parlano solo il dialetto del loro paesello e pensano di parlare italiano.
Attimi di panico, il dialetto era chiaramente siciliano (della provincia di Agrigento per giunta) il signore allo sportello Milanese verace.
Pareva di vedere una scena tratta da Toto', Peppino e la Malafemmina.
Se il tizio allo sportello si metteva a di re se gh'e' sarebbe stata perfetta!
Presa da pieta' mi avvicino al signore anziano e gli chiedo "ma perche' non gli parla in inglese?"
Il vecchietto mi risponde "non lo capisco, ha un accento fortissimo".
seconda scena da comiche. Gli dico "guardi io il siciliano lo capisco ma non lo parlo, vuole una mano?"
Inizia un'altra scena da film con il vecchietto che mi spiega le cose in siciliano, io che le traduco in italiano allo sportello, lo sportello mi risponde ed io ritraduco in inglese al vecchiettino.
Questo va avanti per 35 minuti (una questione di eredita' e passaggi di proprieta') dopodiche' tocca a me. Dopo il servizio prestato non mi fanno nemmeno uno sconto sul rinnovo del passaporto ma, all'uscita del conscolato, ritrovo il vecchiettino che, con occhietti commossi mi porta al bar e mi offre un cappuccino.
Vedete, al mio paese scene cosi' succedono sempre, l'ufficio anagrafe si trova a dover parlare con anziani che conoscono solo il dialetto e tutte le conversazioni avvengono in dialetto... ogni tanto arriva uno forestiero ed io mi ci ritrovo nel mezzo a tradurre dal ciociaro all'italiano e viceversa.
Quel giorno, mi sono sentita tanto a casa! ^_^
Deda
4 sportelli, uno solo dei quali in funzione (beh due ma il ragazzo al secondo sportello era in internship, o qualcosa del genere e ti guardava con occhi miopi mentre gli facevi domande serie).
Stacchi il numerino e ti siedi. Fortunatamente, prevedendo che, mettendo piede al consolato avrei rimesso piedi in territorio italiano, sono andata online ed ho controllato tutto quello che mi dovevo portare.
Ovviamente non mi avevano detto che prendono solo assegni o money order o contante (sono peggio del McDonald's) e sono dovuta arrivare fino infondo a Fillmore per prelevare contante dal Atm della mia banca di fiducia.
Al mio ritorno trovo l'unica persona savia e cortese alle prese con un signore anziano, italo-americano, che come tutti gli itali-americani che in Italia non ci sono mai stati o non ci mettono piede da 60 anni, parlano solo il dialetto del loro paesello e pensano di parlare italiano.
Attimi di panico, il dialetto era chiaramente siciliano (della provincia di Agrigento per giunta) il signore allo sportello Milanese verace.
Pareva di vedere una scena tratta da Toto', Peppino e la Malafemmina.
Se il tizio allo sportello si metteva a di re se gh'e' sarebbe stata perfetta!
Presa da pieta' mi avvicino al signore anziano e gli chiedo "ma perche' non gli parla in inglese?"
Il vecchietto mi risponde "non lo capisco, ha un accento fortissimo".
seconda scena da comiche. Gli dico "guardi io il siciliano lo capisco ma non lo parlo, vuole una mano?"
Inizia un'altra scena da film con il vecchietto che mi spiega le cose in siciliano, io che le traduco in italiano allo sportello, lo sportello mi risponde ed io ritraduco in inglese al vecchiettino.
Questo va avanti per 35 minuti (una questione di eredita' e passaggi di proprieta') dopodiche' tocca a me. Dopo il servizio prestato non mi fanno nemmeno uno sconto sul rinnovo del passaporto ma, all'uscita del conscolato, ritrovo il vecchiettino che, con occhietti commossi mi porta al bar e mi offre un cappuccino.
Vedete, al mio paese scene cosi' succedono sempre, l'ufficio anagrafe si trova a dover parlare con anziani che conoscono solo il dialetto e tutte le conversazioni avvengono in dialetto... ogni tanto arriva uno forestiero ed io mi ci ritrovo nel mezzo a tradurre dal ciociaro all'italiano e viceversa.
Quel giorno, mi sono sentita tanto a casa! ^_^
Deda
Monday, November 29, 2004
One centimeter short
I can manage… a bank account… I can manage… a forum… I can manage… to read stuff that’s written on the paper… accept them, once in a while. I can manage… a schedule in a practical way… but when it comes to life I can’t manage, I can’t.
The duck’s eggs hatched… one of the duckling was gray… he was ugly and brave… walked the world looking for a place to belong to… He did not steal the peacock’s feathers… he believed in its own beauty… off he went on his journey… with just one destination. If dreamers are focused… sometimes they get scared.
Sometimes the go see cities and stop… outside the walls thinking… “I’ve reached you”… they are but one centimeter short… of their goal.
Now to dream and to achieve are too different things… struggle… pain… sorrow… sacrifices… all come together… like a six pack beer… you drink one… then the another… the more you drink… the more it gets bitter… I don’t drink but… once in a while… I have to sip too… so I won’t get drunk… the next time someone offers me something with… a smile.
It tastes like shit… but you can’t refuse… that’s how life… works… as a pretty hostess…. Pretty hostess higher bill.
So when I said no… to peacock’s feather… off I went… by myself.. in the world… beer after beer… I found out… the bitter taste of life. We are here but to suffer… we are here to hang on… we are here to dare flying.. although we are simply… birds who can swim.
And so I’ll waddle… chained… to the ground… looking up… at the sky… down at the cities… whose walls I want to cross… I make choices…. To suffer and go… to limp and don’t stop… to never look back… loose my left eye.
But life I will grope… with my heart throbbing… those walls I’ll pull down… and never stop one centimeter… short of my goal… I’ll belong.
Who said journey… is the destination… was not an ugly duck…. had no bank account.
la mia prof di letteratura fa: trovate una tesi...
deda: prof esiste la parola "salvifico" in inglese?
la prof: controllo (e apre il dizionario)
Nabeel: che vuol dire salvifico?
deda: che salva...
nabeel: perche' lo vuoi sapere?
deda: la mia tesi e' sul ruolo salvifico di ROmen in "love".
la prof: esiste... salvific...
deda: come si scrive?
la prof" s a l v i f c
La classe prende nota.
Nabeel: (alla prof) cosa vuol dire salvifico?
la prof: che salva... (o almeno ci prova hahahah).
deda: viene dal latino, doveva esserci in inglese... come matricida...
Jeanne: ma non si dice patricida quando un padre uccide i figli?
deda: patricida e' un figlio che uccide il padre... Edipo e' patricida...
Jeanne: come si chiama un padre che uccide il figlio?
Deda: infanticida....
La prof: salvifico.. mi piace sta parola la usero' tutto il giorno...
Nabeel: della serie al posto di dire buongiorno?
Jeanne: eeh? io nello scorso compito ho scritto che Sethe era patricida...
Deda: (tra se' e se') e ci credo che hai preso C -.... (alla ragazza) beh hai scritto che sethe ha ucciso suo padre, non che ha ammazzato Beloved...
prof: salvifico....
Deda: (tra se' e se') e questa sta facendo un phd in letteratura...
prof: suona come... kafkesco...
Deda: qual'e' la differenza tra kafkesco e kafkiano?
la prof: controllo... ( e riparte col dizionario)
Nabeel : ma perche' salvifico?
la prof: trovato la differenza tra kafkiano e kafkesco e' che... kafkesco non esiste!
risata generale... e questa signori miei e' la mia classe di letteratura americana.
deda: prof esiste la parola "salvifico" in inglese?
la prof: controllo (e apre il dizionario)
Nabeel: che vuol dire salvifico?
deda: che salva...
nabeel: perche' lo vuoi sapere?
deda: la mia tesi e' sul ruolo salvifico di ROmen in "love".
la prof: esiste... salvific...
deda: come si scrive?
la prof" s a l v i f c
La classe prende nota.
Nabeel: (alla prof) cosa vuol dire salvifico?
la prof: che salva... (o almeno ci prova hahahah).
deda: viene dal latino, doveva esserci in inglese... come matricida...
Jeanne: ma non si dice patricida quando un padre uccide i figli?
deda: patricida e' un figlio che uccide il padre... Edipo e' patricida...
Jeanne: come si chiama un padre che uccide il figlio?
Deda: infanticida....
La prof: salvifico.. mi piace sta parola la usero' tutto il giorno...
Nabeel: della serie al posto di dire buongiorno?
Jeanne: eeh? io nello scorso compito ho scritto che Sethe era patricida...
Deda: (tra se' e se') e ci credo che hai preso C -.... (alla ragazza) beh hai scritto che sethe ha ucciso suo padre, non che ha ammazzato Beloved...
prof: salvifico....
Deda: (tra se' e se') e questa sta facendo un phd in letteratura...
prof: suona come... kafkesco...
Deda: qual'e' la differenza tra kafkesco e kafkiano?
la prof: controllo... ( e riparte col dizionario)
Nabeel : ma perche' salvifico?
la prof: trovato la differenza tra kafkiano e kafkesco e' che... kafkesco non esiste!
risata generale... e questa signori miei e' la mia classe di letteratura americana.
Monday, November 01, 2004
Mi piaceva sto post che ho scritto:
Tesoro della zia, benvenuto nel mondo dei sacrifici Inca. (o erano i
maya, forse erano gli aztechi).... Beh non importa, di fatto il re si
siede davanti ai suou sudditi, si perfora il labbro ed inizia a
sanguinare fino quasi a morirne... viene poi curato e rimesso in forze
e appena e' guarito ricomincia il rituale di nuovo da capo.
Ma questo re lo fa per tradizioni, per fede religiosa, per
appartenenza ad una razza, e per il bene del suo popolo. Dimmi il tuo
sacrificio a chi lo offri?
Tornare amico con una persona per non perderla significa valutare
questa persona come un essere speciale ed indispensabile della nostra
vita... lo si fa perche' ci sono esseri speciali che noi adoriamo...
ma va fatto indipendentemente dalla nostra infatuazione romantica per
loro (ergo innomaramento).
La sottoscritta anche ha rischiato una situazione simile... ma ha
posto una linea: non voglio perdere questa persona e l'infatuazione e'
il mio ostacolo... se sei innamorato e patisci da amico non sei amico.
ti parra' drastica come cosa... ed e' difficile realizzare un distacco
tale ma si puo' farlo. A questo punto voglio che tu midica onestamente
se questa persona vale la pena di tenerla come amica o se ti stai
ingannando perche' ne sei innamorato e faresti di tutto per tenertela
accanto.
Il mio e' un amico prezioso, indipendentemente dall'infatuazione, era
l'adorazione per la persona che mi ha portata a ragionare... non
voglio restargli accanto come amica perche' e' il solo modo che ho per
restargli accanto... voglio che questa persona sia mia amica, e di
conseguenza mi resta accanto come amico.
Col tempo (due anni circa) ho allenato il mio cervello a vedere questa
persona come un amico ed un amico fraterno, gli ho trovato la ragazza,
gli risolvo i problemi amorosi, quando ha avuto casini con la ex,
mentre tutti lo consolavano, io solo l'ho rimproverato... e per il mio
rimprovero ne e' venuto fuori.
non sono una persona che consola, sono una persona che si siede
osserva la situazione e se c'e' da picchiare picchia. E di solito
picchio, per il semplice motivo che ci sono tantissime persone
meravigliose la' fuori che restano impantanati in situazione vischiose
solo per il vizio di volersi incaponire.
Non ti incaponire Nameless, non e' facile venirne fuori, ma quello che
ti sto suggerendo e', se vuoi tenerti accanto questa persona ed
esserle amico, inizia a vederla come un'amica e basta. Se continui a
provare amore ed a patire non solo non ne viene niente di buono per te
stesso, ma farai del male all'amicizia.
questi sono rapporti deleteri che non aiutano te, non aiutano lei, non
portano l'amicizia da nessuna parte... nessuno cresce.... e magari lei
si fa la sua bella vita tranquilla e paciosa e tu ti crogioli nel
dolore da bravo narcisisita.
Non voglio fare la guastafeste ma pensaci, vuoi questa persona come
tua amica? trattala da amica! Se vuoi da lei qualcosa di piu'...
staccatene! Staccatene ora... se non la vedi, non le parli, non la
pensi, fa male all'inizio ma poi passa... ed un giorno ti svegli che
non ti ricordi il suono della sua voce e non sei piu' sicuro del
colore dei suoi occhi.....
Passo per luoghi comuni se vuoi, ma il medico pietoso fa la piaga
purulenta, la piaga va in cancrena ed infetta l'arto... se l'arto e'
infetto va amputato. Talvolta dobbiamo farci del male per il nostro
bene (come, farci un salasso, o tirare una craniata contro il muro per
tornare sobri)... ma tu per prima devi capire che persino questa
situazione dolorosa e' una situazione di comodo ed e' una forma di
narcisismo....
Ci vuole coraggio. Contrariamente a quello che ti dira' chiunque
altro... di restare e patire e poi provarci o di restare in
silenzio... o di andarti a cercare un'altra donna... io dico
semplicemente o trovi la strada dell'amicizia o quella dell'abbandono.
Al solito ho fatto un papiro. Potrai non credermi, ma ti capisco
benissimo. Potrai non credermi (ed e' una cosa della quale sto
cercando di convincermi anche io, visto che fare la vedova non mi si
addice)... ma non siamo destinati ad una sola persona... non esiste
the one, l'anima gemella.... ma esistono persone piu' o meno adatte a noi.
Prenditi del tempo per rifletterci, forse quella persona non e' adatta.
Tesoro della zia, benvenuto nel mondo dei sacrifici Inca. (o erano i
maya, forse erano gli aztechi).... Beh non importa, di fatto il re si
siede davanti ai suou sudditi, si perfora il labbro ed inizia a
sanguinare fino quasi a morirne... viene poi curato e rimesso in forze
e appena e' guarito ricomincia il rituale di nuovo da capo.
Ma questo re lo fa per tradizioni, per fede religiosa, per
appartenenza ad una razza, e per il bene del suo popolo. Dimmi il tuo
sacrificio a chi lo offri?
Tornare amico con una persona per non perderla significa valutare
questa persona come un essere speciale ed indispensabile della nostra
vita... lo si fa perche' ci sono esseri speciali che noi adoriamo...
ma va fatto indipendentemente dalla nostra infatuazione romantica per
loro (ergo innomaramento).
La sottoscritta anche ha rischiato una situazione simile... ma ha
posto una linea: non voglio perdere questa persona e l'infatuazione e'
il mio ostacolo... se sei innamorato e patisci da amico non sei amico.
ti parra' drastica come cosa... ed e' difficile realizzare un distacco
tale ma si puo' farlo. A questo punto voglio che tu midica onestamente
se questa persona vale la pena di tenerla come amica o se ti stai
ingannando perche' ne sei innamorato e faresti di tutto per tenertela
accanto.
Il mio e' un amico prezioso, indipendentemente dall'infatuazione, era
l'adorazione per la persona che mi ha portata a ragionare... non
voglio restargli accanto come amica perche' e' il solo modo che ho per
restargli accanto... voglio che questa persona sia mia amica, e di
conseguenza mi resta accanto come amico.
Col tempo (due anni circa) ho allenato il mio cervello a vedere questa
persona come un amico ed un amico fraterno, gli ho trovato la ragazza,
gli risolvo i problemi amorosi, quando ha avuto casini con la ex,
mentre tutti lo consolavano, io solo l'ho rimproverato... e per il mio
rimprovero ne e' venuto fuori.
non sono una persona che consola, sono una persona che si siede
osserva la situazione e se c'e' da picchiare picchia. E di solito
picchio, per il semplice motivo che ci sono tantissime persone
meravigliose la' fuori che restano impantanati in situazione vischiose
solo per il vizio di volersi incaponire.
Non ti incaponire Nameless, non e' facile venirne fuori, ma quello che
ti sto suggerendo e', se vuoi tenerti accanto questa persona ed
esserle amico, inizia a vederla come un'amica e basta. Se continui a
provare amore ed a patire non solo non ne viene niente di buono per te
stesso, ma farai del male all'amicizia.
questi sono rapporti deleteri che non aiutano te, non aiutano lei, non
portano l'amicizia da nessuna parte... nessuno cresce.... e magari lei
si fa la sua bella vita tranquilla e paciosa e tu ti crogioli nel
dolore da bravo narcisisita.
Non voglio fare la guastafeste ma pensaci, vuoi questa persona come
tua amica? trattala da amica! Se vuoi da lei qualcosa di piu'...
staccatene! Staccatene ora... se non la vedi, non le parli, non la
pensi, fa male all'inizio ma poi passa... ed un giorno ti svegli che
non ti ricordi il suono della sua voce e non sei piu' sicuro del
colore dei suoi occhi.....
Passo per luoghi comuni se vuoi, ma il medico pietoso fa la piaga
purulenta, la piaga va in cancrena ed infetta l'arto... se l'arto e'
infetto va amputato. Talvolta dobbiamo farci del male per il nostro
bene (come, farci un salasso, o tirare una craniata contro il muro per
tornare sobri)... ma tu per prima devi capire che persino questa
situazione dolorosa e' una situazione di comodo ed e' una forma di
narcisismo....
Ci vuole coraggio. Contrariamente a quello che ti dira' chiunque
altro... di restare e patire e poi provarci o di restare in
silenzio... o di andarti a cercare un'altra donna... io dico
semplicemente o trovi la strada dell'amicizia o quella dell'abbandono.
Al solito ho fatto un papiro. Potrai non credermi, ma ti capisco
benissimo. Potrai non credermi (ed e' una cosa della quale sto
cercando di convincermi anche io, visto che fare la vedova non mi si
addice)... ma non siamo destinati ad una sola persona... non esiste
the one, l'anima gemella.... ma esistono persone piu' o meno adatte a noi.
Prenditi del tempo per rifletterci, forse quella persona non e' adatta.
Wah ne ho pensata una spettacolosa!
I pensieri sono come le cerase, uno segue l'altro!!! Certi vengono su
a grappoli! Non tutti sono succosi, taluni sono dolci, ma si spera che
tutti abbiano un nocciolo (altrimenti cerasa geneticamente
modificata!!!!).... che pero' tutti cerchiamo di estrapolare... mhhh!!!
translations: thoughts are like cherries. One follow the other. Some come together like a grape! Not all of them are juicy! Some are sweet! But all of the, we hope to have a core, that we try to pull out... (no core? Ogm cherry hahahaha)
nevermind. ^^"
I pensieri sono come le cerase, uno segue l'altro!!! Certi vengono su
a grappoli! Non tutti sono succosi, taluni sono dolci, ma si spera che
tutti abbiano un nocciolo (altrimenti cerasa geneticamente
modificata!!!!).... che pero' tutti cerchiamo di estrapolare... mhhh!!!
translations: thoughts are like cherries. One follow the other. Some come together like a grape! Not all of them are juicy! Some are sweet! But all of the, we hope to have a core, that we try to pull out... (no core? Ogm cherry hahahaha)
nevermind. ^^"
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
http://www.cube-creative.com/page_akoacacere_mov.htm
I am in love... my friend sent me the link to a short film... I don't know how he got ahold of it but I am in love with it. It's a short animated film, about two or three minutes and it's timed to a French song. Now the song per se' is simply adorable but the animation is one of the most expressive things I have ever seen in my life.
I watched it ten times in a row and felt deeply moved by it, amused, enraged and so many other emotions that are so hard to describe...
I think its creator has the best sense of timing ever and a great sense of story... the way he interpreted the song and timed the animation to it is simply stunning.
The different images of love portayed in this short are so real and so familiar one cannot dispute or argue love is not like that.
I love it. It's great. It is fenomenal animation, it is great storytelling, deeply emotional, great timing, awesome senso of humor, so much tendernes... it is just adorable and it's the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life, it's cuter than kitty cats, doggies and babies... it is simply so very human... I am in love.
deda
I am in love... my friend sent me the link to a short film... I don't know how he got ahold of it but I am in love with it. It's a short animated film, about two or three minutes and it's timed to a French song. Now the song per se' is simply adorable but the animation is one of the most expressive things I have ever seen in my life.
I watched it ten times in a row and felt deeply moved by it, amused, enraged and so many other emotions that are so hard to describe...
I think its creator has the best sense of timing ever and a great sense of story... the way he interpreted the song and timed the animation to it is simply stunning.
The different images of love portayed in this short are so real and so familiar one cannot dispute or argue love is not like that.
I love it. It's great. It is fenomenal animation, it is great storytelling, deeply emotional, great timing, awesome senso of humor, so much tendernes... it is just adorable and it's the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life, it's cuter than kitty cats, doggies and babies... it is simply so very human... I am in love.
deda
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
So I have decided for romance novel and today I sent a query of "the pirate Balthasar" to Halper Collins...
I wonder if I am good with romantic stories at least.
I should check out what a query should precisely be though, cuz I suspect that, what I sent, was more of a synopsis.
I also sent Goldenice.
I wonder if I am good with romantic stories at least.
I should check out what a query should precisely be though, cuz I suspect that, what I sent, was more of a synopsis.
I also sent Goldenice.
Thursday, September 09, 2004
~Te form.
itte ikimasu go
magatte magarimasu turn
tomatte tomarimasu stop
toutte tourimasu go through
misete misemasu to show
naratte naraimasu to learn
oshiete oshiemasu to teach
notte norimasu get on
norikaete norikaemasu trasnfer
orite orimasu get off
dete dekimasu get out
kite kimasu come (imasu)
shite shimasu do (imasu)
mite mimasu to see
hanashite hanashimasu talk, speak (shimasu/shite)
kiite kikimasu listen (kimasu/ite)
isoide isogimasu to hurry (gimasu/ite)
itte ikimasu to go
yonde yomimasu read (mimasu/nde)
shinde shinimasu die (nimasu/nde)
asonde asobimasu to play (bimasu/nde)
tatte tachimasu stand (chimasu/tte)
magatte magarimasu turn (rimasu/tte)
katte kaimasu buy (imasu/tte)
nete nemasu sleep (masu/te)
tabete tabemasu eat (masu/te)
okiete okimasu
kaite kakimasu write (kimasu/iite)
nonde nomimasu drink (mimasu/nde)
karite karimasu borrow
haitte hairimasu enter
suwatte suwarimasu sit down
tsukatte tsukaimasu use
sutte suimasu smoke
totte torimasu take a picture
itte ikimasu go
magatte magarimasu turn
tomatte tomarimasu stop
toutte tourimasu go through
misete misemasu to show
naratte naraimasu to learn
oshiete oshiemasu to teach
notte norimasu get on
norikaete norikaemasu trasnfer
orite orimasu get off
dete dekimasu get out
kite kimasu come (imasu)
shite shimasu do (imasu)
mite mimasu to see
hanashite hanashimasu talk, speak (shimasu/shite)
kiite kikimasu listen (kimasu/ite)
isoide isogimasu to hurry (gimasu/ite)
itte ikimasu to go
yonde yomimasu read (mimasu/nde)
shinde shinimasu die (nimasu/nde)
asonde asobimasu to play (bimasu/nde)
tatte tachimasu stand (chimasu/tte)
magatte magarimasu turn (rimasu/tte)
katte kaimasu buy (imasu/tte)
nete nemasu sleep (masu/te)
tabete tabemasu eat (masu/te)
okiete okimasu
kaite kakimasu write (kimasu/iite)
nonde nomimasu drink (mimasu/nde)
karite karimasu borrow
haitte hairimasu enter
suwatte suwarimasu sit down
tsukatte tsukaimasu use
sutte suimasu smoke
totte torimasu take a picture
Friday, September 03, 2004
I was coming back home... got off from BART at 10 PM.
On my way up Powell street I hear a group of people singing a cappella.
I turn around just in time to see this group of 8 men get off the cable car singing some old song.
I reminded me of the Music Man.
Although I just had a very tough day, that joy put me in a good mood too.
So I smiled and said to myself: why would I live anywhere else in the world?
On my way up Powell street I hear a group of people singing a cappella.
I turn around just in time to see this group of 8 men get off the cable car singing some old song.
I reminded me of the Music Man.
Although I just had a very tough day, that joy put me in a good mood too.
So I smiled and said to myself: why would I live anywhere else in the world?
Friday, August 20, 2004
先しゅのしゅまつ ともだちたちと くるまでロスアンゼルスに 行きました。
シッグラフへ行きました。 シッグラフは アニメとコンピュターグラフィックのたいかい。
サンフランシスコを出きました、 うれしくて げんきです。
やっぱり、サンフランシスコからロスァンゼルスまでくるまで六時間ぐらい かかりました。
てんきはよかったです、でもあついなまりましたねえ。
火曜日シッグラフに行きました。「うそ、そのばしょ。。。そのばしょは。。。おおきいねえ。」
人が大いでした。デダはばちがいでした。
ここ、あそこ、わたしたち 聞きました、 見ました。。。こころはいつもどきどきする。
「すてきねえ。。。きれいねえ。。。」。でもこころはもういちどどきどきする。。。じつはこわかったです。
すると, メインフロァー行きました。
やっぱり、Disneyと Dreamworksと Bluesky と Pixarもがありました。
「ポルチュフォ－リョーを見って下さい。」
あのさ、じつはdisneyの アーチストになるはわたしのゆめだから。。。こわかったです。
コンヴェンションの後でアイホップに行きました。たまごを二つ食べました。
「デダバカ、もっともっとさくひんいるんだろう、ねえ。」
disneyの アルチストになるはむずかしです。わかりますよ。がんばる。
しんじて、いつかうんぜったいできる。
金曜日、イウニベルサルストウジョスに行きました。
よかったです。でも、どこでも 水があります。ときどき デダは ぬれるでした。それは。。やっかいでした。だいきらい、ほんとにだいきらいでした。
どうして水がありましたか。Jurassica park と shrek と Jaws。。。すべてのもの
つばをかく。
つまらなかったねえ。
来年ジスニランドに行きったい。
日本まちも行きました。じつあは 日本まちの名前はリッチュル東京でした。食べのはおいしくてやすいかったです。カレライスを食べました。でも本やはまあまあでした。
日曜日サンフランシスコへかえりました。
やすみはたのしくておもしろかったです。
でもいまはつかれたねえ。
シッグラフへ行きました。 シッグラフは アニメとコンピュターグラフィックのたいかい。
サンフランシスコを出きました、 うれしくて げんきです。
やっぱり、サンフランシスコからロスァンゼルスまでくるまで六時間ぐらい かかりました。
てんきはよかったです、でもあついなまりましたねえ。
火曜日シッグラフに行きました。「うそ、そのばしょ。。。そのばしょは。。。おおきいねえ。」
人が大いでした。デダはばちがいでした。
ここ、あそこ、わたしたち 聞きました、 見ました。。。こころはいつもどきどきする。
「すてきねえ。。。きれいねえ。。。」。でもこころはもういちどどきどきする。。。じつはこわかったです。
すると, メインフロァー行きました。
やっぱり、Disneyと Dreamworksと Bluesky と Pixarもがありました。
「ポルチュフォ－リョーを見って下さい。」
あのさ、じつはdisneyの アーチストになるはわたしのゆめだから。。。こわかったです。
コンヴェンションの後でアイホップに行きました。たまごを二つ食べました。
「デダバカ、もっともっとさくひんいるんだろう、ねえ。」
disneyの アルチストになるはむずかしです。わかりますよ。がんばる。
しんじて、いつかうんぜったいできる。
金曜日、イウニベルサルストウジョスに行きました。
よかったです。でも、どこでも 水があります。ときどき デダは ぬれるでした。それは。。やっかいでした。だいきらい、ほんとにだいきらいでした。
どうして水がありましたか。Jurassica park と shrek と Jaws。。。すべてのもの
つばをかく。
つまらなかったねえ。
来年ジスニランドに行きったい。
日本まちも行きました。じつあは 日本まちの名前はリッチュル東京でした。食べのはおいしくてやすいかったです。カレライスを食べました。でも本やはまあまあでした。
日曜日サンフランシスコへかえりました。
やすみはたのしくておもしろかったです。
でもいまはつかれたねえ。
昨日 きのう
今日 きょう
明日 あした
先月 せんげつ
今月 こんげつ
来月 らいげつ
来年 らいねん
今年 ことし
毎日 まいにち
毎月 まいげつ
毎年 まいねん
毎朝 まいあさ
毎晩 まいばん
朝ごはん あさごはん
朝食 ちょうしょく
昼ごはん ひるごはん
昼食 ちゅうしょく
晩ごはん ばんごはん
伴食 ばんしょく
毎日 昼ごはん サンドイッチ を 食べます。
毎朝 新聞 を 読みます。そして コーヒー を 飲みます。
昨日 はじごとへ 行きませんてした。えいがを みました。
ホワイトさんは先月 カリフォルニアから 日本へ 来ました。
東京 から 京都 まで どのぐらいかかりますか。 三時間ぐらいです。
北口 北海道 東口 東京 西口 南口 南アメリカ。
あのかどの先に 先生のおらくが あります。 本屋と図書館の間てす。
名前の右に 日にちも 書いて下さい。
外に出ます。するとうちの後ろに 大きい木が あります。
あの人は 読書がすきです。毎晩 外国の本を 読みます。
入口の上に とけいがあります。今 午前 九時十分です。
今日 デパートへ 行って、買いちのを しました。今 お金 ありません。
今日 きょう
明日 あした
先月 せんげつ
今月 こんげつ
来月 らいげつ
来年 らいねん
今年 ことし
毎日 まいにち
毎月 まいげつ
毎年 まいねん
毎朝 まいあさ
毎晩 まいばん
朝ごはん あさごはん
朝食 ちょうしょく
昼ごはん ひるごはん
昼食 ちゅうしょく
晩ごはん ばんごはん
伴食 ばんしょく
毎日 昼ごはん サンドイッチ を 食べます。
毎朝 新聞 を 読みます。そして コーヒー を 飲みます。
昨日 はじごとへ 行きませんてした。えいがを みました。
ホワイトさんは先月 カリフォルニアから 日本へ 来ました。
東京 から 京都 まで どのぐらいかかりますか。 三時間ぐらいです。
北口 北海道 東口 東京 西口 南口 南アメリカ。
あのかどの先に 先生のおらくが あります。 本屋と図書館の間てす。
名前の右に 日にちも 書いて下さい。
外に出ます。するとうちの後ろに 大きい木が あります。
あの人は 読書がすきです。毎晩 外国の本を 読みます。
入口の上に とけいがあります。今 午前 九時十分です。
今日 デパートへ 行って、買いちのを しました。今 お金 ありません。
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Time will give me reason.
To give up in front of victory at the sight of dangers proves nothing but cowardice.
No need to be cautious. It's hard to flip one's life upside down after all the sacrifices, after all that's been done, but even those sacrifices were done with a purpose and will come in handy one day.
Time will prove me right.
To give up in front of victory at the sight of dangers proves nothing but cowardice.
No need to be cautious. It's hard to flip one's life upside down after all the sacrifices, after all that's been done, but even those sacrifices were done with a purpose and will come in handy one day.
Time will prove me right.
Friday, June 11, 2004
Have you ever noticed how in everymovie when they have to show that particular moment where everything goes wrong for the hero, they usually show it with a montage of sequences and scenes over a sad song?
Like for example... Evita had this moment after she got to Buenos Aires and the song was Another Suitcase in another hall... and then, maybe there's the escalation right after that.
I wish in real life as well that moment passed as fast as montage sequence and was as long as a five minutes song.... I wish it were... but it's not.
Movies are so good at tricking the audience sometimes! >:(
Like for example... Evita had this moment after she got to Buenos Aires and the song was Another Suitcase in another hall... and then, maybe there's the escalation right after that.
I wish in real life as well that moment passed as fast as montage sequence and was as long as a five minutes song.... I wish it were... but it's not.
Movies are so good at tricking the audience sometimes! >:(
Saturday, June 05, 2004
I just realized my last post was half Japanese (meant to) and half Italian (not meant to). It is obvious I was stressed over studying and some grammar rules are understandable to me only through Italian, which follows similar rules, while English doesn't... Anyway I am going to try and post something in kana... I need to exercise.
My first essay was:
きのうはきにょびでした。わたしは ゆうびんきょくへ いきました。 じゅうにじごろ ゆうびんきょくへ いきました。 ゆうびんきょくは つまらなかったです。 れつは なかかったです。 にちじごろ うちへ かえりました。 ゆうびんきょくが すきじゃありません。
Wonder what I was talking about? the post office... there was a long line, it was horrible, I hated it.
My second essay had a title: my week-end.
わたしのしゅうまつ。
わたしは せんしゅうの どようびに ヨセミテ へ いきました。 わたしは、 かれしと くるまで いきました。 てんきは よかったです。それに、 やまも いんしょう手でした。わたしは、かれしと しゅくじに いきました。 たべものが おいしかったです。でも、たかいかったです。ごご１１じ３０に サンフランシスコへかえりました。
Something about going to Yosemite with a boyfriend by car, the weather was nice, the moutain was pretty, we went for food, it was delicious but expensive and we came back to san francisco at 11:30 p.m.
after that.... the big Jump. the question was what did I do last weekend... eeerrrr...
so, more or less it went:
このまえのしゅうまつ ともだちのうちへ行きました。たいてい イタリアの テレビを見ます、でも このまえのしゅうまつにほん りょうりを つくりました。わたしの スペシャルは おこのみやきです。それで おこのみやきをつくりました。 たべものはおいしかったですけど、ともだちのだいどころは ちいさいです。 だから ふかいです。りょうりは むずかしかったです。それに たまごは かたかったです。だめ じゃありませんでした。でも やわらかい たまごが だいすきです。
よるは えいがをみました。 えいがの なまえは "ﾌﾞﾚｯｸｵｯｸﾀﾞｳﾝ"でした。おもしろかったです。ながったです。でもとてもこわかったです。ストーリーは わかりませんでした。 ごご１１じに うちへ かえりました。
よるは たいてい アニメを見ます。いつも しょくじの とき アニメ を見ます。それから ほんをよみます。
ジェーンオーステンが 好きです。ほん"ペルスエージオン”をよみます。きれいですけど”Pride and prejudice"は もっともっと きれいでした。ほんがもよくをみます。
おさむてずかせんせい の ”３アドルフ”はよかったです。てずかせんせいのまんががすきです。たくみ ですよ。 てすかせんせいの ものがたりは いつもおもしろいです。それにたのしです。でもときどき かなしいです。しゅじんこうと おくにんも いつも ただしいで。でもりょうほうは わるいです。だから えらぶのは むずかしいです。だからりょうほう すくです。りょうほうきらいです。とてもかっこいいですねえ。
らいねん、たんじょうびの プレゼントは”てつわんアトム”です。うれしいです。
ときどき しゅうまつはつまらないです。たいてい絵を描きます。たいてい選択をします。でも毎日週末です。だいきらいです。だかららいしゅのあき カレッジ へ いきます。 各琴をならいます。おそらく、わたしも いい さっかに なりたいです。うん、ぜったいできる。
aaaand, this one... get your own Japanese class cuz Deda ain't translating... too looong! Took me two hours to write. Dang! My teacher was impressed by my vocabulary, although many spelling errors and I switched tenses here and there, but fact is.. anime and manga has words like monogatari in their title... so I end up learning the most complicated words... but the useful ones!
Komarimashita nee!
My first essay was:
きのうはきにょびでした。わたしは ゆうびんきょくへ いきました。 じゅうにじごろ ゆうびんきょくへ いきました。 ゆうびんきょくは つまらなかったです。 れつは なかかったです。 にちじごろ うちへ かえりました。 ゆうびんきょくが すきじゃありません。
Wonder what I was talking about? the post office... there was a long line, it was horrible, I hated it.
My second essay had a title: my week-end.
わたしのしゅうまつ。
わたしは せんしゅうの どようびに ヨセミテ へ いきました。 わたしは、 かれしと くるまで いきました。 てんきは よかったです。それに、 やまも いんしょう手でした。わたしは、かれしと しゅくじに いきました。 たべものが おいしかったです。でも、たかいかったです。ごご１１じ３０に サンフランシスコへかえりました。
Something about going to Yosemite with a boyfriend by car, the weather was nice, the moutain was pretty, we went for food, it was delicious but expensive and we came back to san francisco at 11:30 p.m.
after that.... the big Jump. the question was what did I do last weekend... eeerrrr...
so, more or less it went:
このまえのしゅうまつ ともだちのうちへ行きました。たいてい イタリアの テレビを見ます、でも このまえのしゅうまつにほん りょうりを つくりました。わたしの スペシャルは おこのみやきです。それで おこのみやきをつくりました。 たべものはおいしかったですけど、ともだちのだいどころは ちいさいです。 だから ふかいです。りょうりは むずかしかったです。それに たまごは かたかったです。だめ じゃありませんでした。でも やわらかい たまごが だいすきです。
よるは えいがをみました。 えいがの なまえは "ﾌﾞﾚｯｸｵｯｸﾀﾞｳﾝ"でした。おもしろかったです。ながったです。でもとてもこわかったです。ストーリーは わかりませんでした。 ごご１１じに うちへ かえりました。
よるは たいてい アニメを見ます。いつも しょくじの とき アニメ を見ます。それから ほんをよみます。
ジェーンオーステンが 好きです。ほん"ペルスエージオン”をよみます。きれいですけど”Pride and prejudice"は もっともっと きれいでした。ほんがもよくをみます。
おさむてずかせんせい の ”３アドルフ”はよかったです。てずかせんせいのまんががすきです。たくみ ですよ。 てすかせんせいの ものがたりは いつもおもしろいです。それにたのしです。でもときどき かなしいです。しゅじんこうと おくにんも いつも ただしいで。でもりょうほうは わるいです。だから えらぶのは むずかしいです。だからりょうほう すくです。りょうほうきらいです。とてもかっこいいですねえ。
らいねん、たんじょうびの プレゼントは”てつわんアトム”です。うれしいです。
ときどき しゅうまつはつまらないです。たいてい絵を描きます。たいてい選択をします。でも毎日週末です。だいきらいです。だかららいしゅのあき カレッジ へ いきます。 各琴をならいます。おそらく、わたしも いい さっかに なりたいです。うん、ぜったいできる。
aaaand, this one... get your own Japanese class cuz Deda ain't translating... too looong! Took me two hours to write. Dang! My teacher was impressed by my vocabulary, although many spelling errors and I switched tenses here and there, but fact is.. anime and manga has words like monogatari in their title... so I end up learning the most complicated words... but the useful ones!
Komarimashita nee!
Friday, June 04, 2004
brutto il nuovo layout di blogger sigh! T_T
vabbe'... Nihongo no noto.
1) TOPIC: soggetto wa, inclusione mo oppure contrasto wa.
2) PREDICATO:
temporale:
a)tempo generale... non seguito da particella.
b) tempo specifico seguito da Ni... kyou ni, Kinou ni...
partenza ed arrivo: kara > da
made > a
direzione: e ... tokyo e.... solo per i luoghi.
chi compie l'azione: ga... tanaka san ga.... sensei ga.
con chi: to.... con la moglie... kanai to.... kodomo to...
scopo: ni... per giocare a tenni... tennis ni.....
causa: de.... per colpa di.... kaze de... ame de....
come con che mezzi: de.... in macchina, col treno... kuruma de... densha de
certezza ed altri avverbi: zutto, futsu... etc etc
3) VERBO:
affermativo: Ikimasu
negativo : Ikimasen
affermativo passato: Ikimashita
negativo passato: ikimasu arimasen deshita.
Domande:
1) quando: itsu (quando)
itsu goro (piu' o meno quando/circa)
nan-nen (che anno)
nan-nichi (che data)
nan-gatsu (che mese)
nan-youbi (che giorno della settimana)
nan-ji (che ora)
nan-ji kara na-nji made (da che ora a che ora)
2) con chi: dare to (con chi)
3) come, per mezzo di : nan - de (come)
doyatte (con quale mezzo)
4) perche': doushite (perche')
nani o shi (per quale motivo)
5) dove : doko (dove)
dokoka (da qualche parte)
6) come : dou (com'e'?)
ikaga (com'e'?)
7) cosa: nani (cosa)
nanika (qualcosa)
donna (che)
donna mono (che tipo)
nani mo
dare mo
doko mo
piu' forma negativa del verbo = niente, nessuno, da nessuna parte.
vabbe'... Nihongo no noto.
1) TOPIC: soggetto wa, inclusione mo oppure contrasto wa.
2) PREDICATO:
temporale:
a)tempo generale... non seguito da particella.
b) tempo specifico seguito da Ni... kyou ni, Kinou ni...
partenza ed arrivo: kara > da
made > a
direzione: e ... tokyo e.... solo per i luoghi.
chi compie l'azione: ga... tanaka san ga.... sensei ga.
con chi: to.... con la moglie... kanai to.... kodomo to...
scopo: ni... per giocare a tenni... tennis ni.....
causa: de.... per colpa di.... kaze de... ame de....
come con che mezzi: de.... in macchina, col treno... kuruma de... densha de
certezza ed altri avverbi: zutto, futsu... etc etc
3) VERBO:
affermativo: Ikimasu
negativo : Ikimasen
affermativo passato: Ikimashita
negativo passato: ikimasu arimasen deshita.
Domande:
1) quando: itsu (quando)
itsu goro (piu' o meno quando/circa)
nan-nen (che anno)
nan-nichi (che data)
nan-gatsu (che mese)
nan-youbi (che giorno della settimana)
nan-ji (che ora)
nan-ji kara na-nji made (da che ora a che ora)
2) con chi: dare to (con chi)
3) come, per mezzo di : nan - de (come)
doyatte (con quale mezzo)
4) perche': doushite (perche')
nani o shi (per quale motivo)
5) dove : doko (dove)
dokoka (da qualche parte)
6) come : dou (com'e'?)
ikaga (com'e'?)
7) cosa: nani (cosa)
nanika (qualcosa)
donna (che)
donna mono (che tipo)
nani mo
dare mo
doko mo
piu' forma negativa del verbo = niente, nessuno, da nessuna parte.
Monday, May 03, 2004
Oh! How depressing my last blog was... my sister, I talked to her the morning after I got the news, she was going for one of those things whereby they have to do some sort of clensing of the uterus. She looked very tiny and very tired but she told me that my nephew had been more affectionate than usual, which left me to wonder how amazing it is that a child who is not even two years old could sense such a change in the mood of his mother.
I guess it was an instinct like the one animals show sometimes.... I don't know, but anyway I found myself telling her, that she can have another one anytime she wants and if she can't.... that bay right there was worthy seven children altogether. I am pretty sure she'll have another baby as soon as the occasion shows up, she is young and beside which baby wouldn't wanna have my sister as their mom. Not because it's my sister we are talking about, if she were not my siblings she would still be one of my favorite person on this planet. A person I would want as a friend. Maybe I never compltely saw my sister as just a sibling, it's pretty hard to describe this feeling I have. I was telling my auntie I think of my dad as my dad and my mom as my mom and her as my auntie but Olivia was never only my sister. She was first of all a childhood friend, someone who was always there for me when i needed and as long as I can remember too... then she also became the first person to accept me for who I was and came to understand me more than anybody else. She was someone I could rely upon, someone who took care of me... and after a while the roles kind of switched. This balance stayed unchanged fo many years, until she got married and I lost part of her to another person, and when she got a baby I lost one more part of her to this little kid.
For a long time, seeing my nephew I could not connect him to my sister. I knew he was familiy, but I could not conceive my sister (who I still see as an 8 years old little girl, since her face never changed in all these years), someone I saw as a child, could have had a baby. So, somehow, it was like... when you get a new pet, although this pet is a person (a miniature one, but indeed a person)!!!
Although I am crazy about my nephew because he is the son to one of my favorite persons in the world, there was always this feeling of envy in the back of my mind. He was like a black hole and sucked all of her attentions, all of her feelings, all of her energies to keep her all for himself. Once that was my role. In a way, he was hostile to me too... for some reason.
If he has to throw something at someone and there's twenty people in the room, you can bet he'll end up throwing the thing at me. So everytime we meet we study each other, after a while he looks at me with a look that says: I can see that you are my equal. I can foresee his actions and prevent them. He alwasy stare at me, in utmost surprise: how did you know I was going to do that? I always tell him: I know what you are thinking, I would have done the same.
Most people don't remember how they were like when they were children, that's why children seem most umpredictable to them and they end up treating children like aliens. To me whatever my nephew is about to do is crystal clear... because I myself had thought of doing the same thing a second before he did. Once I grabbed a table cloth and was about to pull it down and I put my hand on it and did not say anything, nor to scold him, not to alarm my mom.
So he looked at me and I say: come I give you a cooke but don't pull the tablecloth to steal the one I have, just ask for one.
He sat and I gave him cookie and he ran away with it. My mom said...: how can you keep your cool? he was about to spill hot cappuccino on himself!
I simply thought: If I yell he get scared and cries, if he can understand without me yelling so why getting all wokrd up about something it did not happened?
Unfortunately I cannot keep up with him all the time, I don't have the stamina, so I gladly hand him over to other people... and still sometimes I like him very much and sometimes I still don't.
Lately he has developed a temper very similar to my own, without my knowing.
My sister told me the other day: after I finally got rid of you I had to bear a clone of yours!!! It's a curse.
So she calls him Dedino, and she tries to keep him connected to me, she shows him pictures, my drawings and then we use the webcome.
She says sometimes he asks her if I am asleep, since the computer is off, but if she says no, then he asks her to turn it on and see if Deda is there.
I wonder if just thinks of me as the little lady who lives in the box. Once he looked at me and said: ugly!
Another time when he saw me he said: hello child!
Lately, everytime he sees me, he brightens up and laugh and shouts my name: dedaaaaa! dedaaaa!
Might have to do that I show him my Nemo toys, and he has some too, so he goes fetch his toys and shows them to me. Beside when he goes to visit my mom he plays with my toys and it's impressive to see that when my mom tells him not to damage them he shakes his hand and says : nononono no break, Deda toy.
So throught toys we finally found another connections, we both like the same things. So that's why he came to develop a new form or respect that makes me even more equal to him.
The other things he likes is the fact I sing to him. He likes to sing, for being only 20 months old, he is very much in tune and never forget a lyric of a song and sings with the right tempo too. This makes my sister very proud.
I spoke to him on the phone the other day, he was not going to talk back to me and looked at hims mom, confused.
He is still confused by the fact my sister and I have the same voice... only I kept repeating: this is deda! this is deda!
And when my sister told him: yes, it's deda!
Then he started yelling my name and made me laugh so much, I though if I were to open my window I could hear him without having to use to phone... so loud he was!!! hahahahaha
So then he sang and then, since he was going to sleep, of his own initiative he decided we had to hang up so he said: goodnight deda.
Leaving me and my sister surprised. So that's when she told me, alright, he wants to go to sleep, I've got to hang up.
This baby is lucky I am not close to him right now. I think until he is 3 years old he needs to be mywith my sister alone, so that she can help him build good morals foundations. If I were to be nearby I would monopolize him and allow him to do things my sister will never allow him to do: like drawing on the wall, for example.
On her point of view, it is vandalism, it is unpolite, he might end up doing it in someone else's house and that would be embarrassing.
On my point of view, creativity should not be stopped at any level if it is expressed in an artistic and none vandalic way.
A wall it's only a wall, paint costs nothing, giving too much importance to a wall that could be painted over and over again is stupid... there are more immanent things that are more valuable than material things... we don't own anything we buy, we simpli cross life borrowin a material body and not even our body his our, since we leave it behind when we die.
We should not care to much of it's tangible as... we should just let our knowledge grow and detach ourself from concept like, getting more... and more and more... while our spirit maybe starves and persihes.
What is the point of having a house with 20 bathroom when we only poop from one ass?
I guess it was an instinct like the one animals show sometimes.... I don't know, but anyway I found myself telling her, that she can have another one anytime she wants and if she can't.... that bay right there was worthy seven children altogether. I am pretty sure she'll have another baby as soon as the occasion shows up, she is young and beside which baby wouldn't wanna have my sister as their mom. Not because it's my sister we are talking about, if she were not my siblings she would still be one of my favorite person on this planet. A person I would want as a friend. Maybe I never compltely saw my sister as just a sibling, it's pretty hard to describe this feeling I have. I was telling my auntie I think of my dad as my dad and my mom as my mom and her as my auntie but Olivia was never only my sister. She was first of all a childhood friend, someone who was always there for me when i needed and as long as I can remember too... then she also became the first person to accept me for who I was and came to understand me more than anybody else. She was someone I could rely upon, someone who took care of me... and after a while the roles kind of switched. This balance stayed unchanged fo many years, until she got married and I lost part of her to another person, and when she got a baby I lost one more part of her to this little kid.
For a long time, seeing my nephew I could not connect him to my sister. I knew he was familiy, but I could not conceive my sister (who I still see as an 8 years old little girl, since her face never changed in all these years), someone I saw as a child, could have had a baby. So, somehow, it was like... when you get a new pet, although this pet is a person (a miniature one, but indeed a person)!!!
Although I am crazy about my nephew because he is the son to one of my favorite persons in the world, there was always this feeling of envy in the back of my mind. He was like a black hole and sucked all of her attentions, all of her feelings, all of her energies to keep her all for himself. Once that was my role. In a way, he was hostile to me too... for some reason.
If he has to throw something at someone and there's twenty people in the room, you can bet he'll end up throwing the thing at me. So everytime we meet we study each other, after a while he looks at me with a look that says: I can see that you are my equal. I can foresee his actions and prevent them. He alwasy stare at me, in utmost surprise: how did you know I was going to do that? I always tell him: I know what you are thinking, I would have done the same.
Most people don't remember how they were like when they were children, that's why children seem most umpredictable to them and they end up treating children like aliens. To me whatever my nephew is about to do is crystal clear... because I myself had thought of doing the same thing a second before he did. Once I grabbed a table cloth and was about to pull it down and I put my hand on it and did not say anything, nor to scold him, not to alarm my mom.
So he looked at me and I say: come I give you a cooke but don't pull the tablecloth to steal the one I have, just ask for one.
He sat and I gave him cookie and he ran away with it. My mom said...: how can you keep your cool? he was about to spill hot cappuccino on himself!
I simply thought: If I yell he get scared and cries, if he can understand without me yelling so why getting all wokrd up about something it did not happened?
Unfortunately I cannot keep up with him all the time, I don't have the stamina, so I gladly hand him over to other people... and still sometimes I like him very much and sometimes I still don't.
Lately he has developed a temper very similar to my own, without my knowing.
My sister told me the other day: after I finally got rid of you I had to bear a clone of yours!!! It's a curse.
So she calls him Dedino, and she tries to keep him connected to me, she shows him pictures, my drawings and then we use the webcome.
She says sometimes he asks her if I am asleep, since the computer is off, but if she says no, then he asks her to turn it on and see if Deda is there.
I wonder if just thinks of me as the little lady who lives in the box. Once he looked at me and said: ugly!
Another time when he saw me he said: hello child!
Lately, everytime he sees me, he brightens up and laugh and shouts my name: dedaaaaa! dedaaaa!
Might have to do that I show him my Nemo toys, and he has some too, so he goes fetch his toys and shows them to me. Beside when he goes to visit my mom he plays with my toys and it's impressive to see that when my mom tells him not to damage them he shakes his hand and says : nononono no break, Deda toy.
So throught toys we finally found another connections, we both like the same things. So that's why he came to develop a new form or respect that makes me even more equal to him.
The other things he likes is the fact I sing to him. He likes to sing, for being only 20 months old, he is very much in tune and never forget a lyric of a song and sings with the right tempo too. This makes my sister very proud.
I spoke to him on the phone the other day, he was not going to talk back to me and looked at hims mom, confused.
He is still confused by the fact my sister and I have the same voice... only I kept repeating: this is deda! this is deda!
And when my sister told him: yes, it's deda!
Then he started yelling my name and made me laugh so much, I though if I were to open my window I could hear him without having to use to phone... so loud he was!!! hahahahaha
So then he sang and then, since he was going to sleep, of his own initiative he decided we had to hang up so he said: goodnight deda.
Leaving me and my sister surprised. So that's when she told me, alright, he wants to go to sleep, I've got to hang up.
This baby is lucky I am not close to him right now. I think until he is 3 years old he needs to be mywith my sister alone, so that she can help him build good morals foundations. If I were to be nearby I would monopolize him and allow him to do things my sister will never allow him to do: like drawing on the wall, for example.
On her point of view, it is vandalism, it is unpolite, he might end up doing it in someone else's house and that would be embarrassing.
On my point of view, creativity should not be stopped at any level if it is expressed in an artistic and none vandalic way.
A wall it's only a wall, paint costs nothing, giving too much importance to a wall that could be painted over and over again is stupid... there are more immanent things that are more valuable than material things... we don't own anything we buy, we simpli cross life borrowin a material body and not even our body his our, since we leave it behind when we die.
We should not care to much of it's tangible as... we should just let our knowledge grow and detach ourself from concept like, getting more... and more and more... while our spirit maybe starves and persihes.
What is the point of having a house with 20 bathroom when we only poop from one ass?
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