this is the next one I will be taking pictures of. This set, was like Hell!
Hell to put together, Hell to keep together, Hell to understand how to put it together.... Hell.
I also must take picture of my Glass maks set.. cuz it was hard to get.
My darling set of cyborg 009.
my two aralechan set.
my one piece figures.
my beloved black jack and pinoko.

I only have this one... hard to find the rest, I have another full set of Conan tho. pretty cheap looking... it's alright, it was cheap, maybe it's also pirated cuz I cannot Officially find it.
I have to stop here for now but I have lotsa picture to take for sure... LOL.

I love dumbo!















I got this as a b-day present. I love the ravens pushing him from behind. Funny enough that year I got another one, a different one, for my b-day as well. So I got 2 Dumbo's gasha for my b-day, ppl must really know I am a serious Dumbo lover.

I got this set at wondercon. I got a box of 6 and found the full set inside. the two spare ones I gave to my friends, one of which had fallen in love with the blue vehicle. I love toriyama mecha design that is why I got this set.

Tezuka mon amour!

























I wish I had better pictures I know they are blurred. the piece to the left, Atom and Denko is very very rare!





















I have to say I do love Uran a lot she is so cute, so naughty but so cute.

















these sets are estremely well done, probably the best I have. Honestly I think the mold is perfect the construction is perfect, they come together easily, they stay together and the ammount of details is impressive. I have other sets based off of tezuka, I think they are all done by Takara.
they are encased and my very preciuoses.... preciousssssss.

















I also have another tezuka set, it's much smaller than this, but it's also older and very rare. I cannot find pictures of it online and I did get the last one in store... so to see it wait for my pics. (hurry dedaaaa take pictures of your toooys)
so these are pics from my current favorite online store, it's called Tokyofantasy they are in Singapore but basically you can ask them for stuff and they will find it for you. Shipping to the Us is cheap, around 10 bucks but they give me great deals, they find what I want and treat me all the time! ^__^
so hurray for Tokyofantasy and may all my toy wishes come true.

p.s. they just found me the majokko set from tohei and are looking for the pierrot majokkos set.

I wish I had all of them but unfortunately I only have five.
thepicture was taken from the website I alwasyshop at. But let's say this post is under construction until I take more pictures of my toys.

Dragon ball - arch I



















Yeah I have to say i am a sucker for the first arch of dragon ball, it has something magical about it.
so to me the moment oolong express his wish for panties to the shenron dragon... well it was the perfect climax. LOL
that's why I got this toy.

I don't like corpse bride very much, I think that even Johnny depp's voice was pretty bland. Artistically it's phoenomenal. but it has no story to me and the characters have no appeal. although I like Nightmare Before Xmas more I prefer to buy Corpse bride's toy. When it comes down to appeal, Victor is such a cutie. I think Victoria was very charming character, very Sally-like too.
In the end I bought these two figures although I don't care too much for the movie, just cuz i loved the puppets. Boy were they beautifully done. I mean, three parts mold puppets with breathing mechanism and all of that! And I had never seen so many replacement parts. The design was also marvelous although always brilliant, not at all consistent, the characters felt designed by different artists.

anyways. I just loved these.
I think I will have to take my Ichabod back with me too... I mean, Jack, ichaboad and Victor definitely make the perfect Johnny Depp Toy triad (I have edward's scissorshands somewhere too... but where? O_O)

bohoo emily calls me debbie to piss me off.
Bad bad emmi-chan!

Oo.Jaaaack.oO

we are coming down to pure love here. Deda loved pirates since she was 5, deda loved Johnny Depp since 1993. When POTC came out I thought it was going to suck. Let's face it, the movie is alright but thank God for Jack Sparrow and so... as I went to visit my dear friend Linda for Xmas she gave me this huge Xmas present and really made my day! I was aghast when I saw it and thought that not even tears could express my joy.
It is gorgeous!
Unfortunately he lives in Italy with my mom (but not for long, wait for me dearie I am coming to pick you up) and he is the first thing I demand to see when we talk via msn messenger.
Yes, cuz jack is my love and my life and I live to hear his 15 sentences among which "why is the ruhm gone?".
savvy?

Guts and Griffith

It's hard to say why I didn't get the whole set... well maybe not, I just don't like the other monsters... the previous sets were all made out of pretty small figures, I think Berserk deserves monumental.
And so for the time being I got those two nice fellas but I definitely plan on getting more Berserk stuff... hopefully the future sets will be more interesting or I'll switch to action figures.

Hot babes - part III: more uber bishies


yeah so we have Darsch (dark schneider), Hurricane Polymar and Goldrake. Need to say more? don't they speak for themselves? I do believe so.

hot babes - part II: Devilman

would you deny that akira Fudo is such a babe? well I think even in the anime version and with his blue skin he's like the uber- bishie!
For the love of God man, how can blue look so nice on anyone but you!
I love you, you are koo! Ditch miki and come find me.

hot babes - part I: shishiosama

Yeah i got the hots for him, he is so mummy-like, all those sexy bandages and the fire in his eyes. Makoto Shishio is my favorite character from Kenshin... I am not a huge fan or ruroni kenshin (samurai x), but I loved the Kyoto arch and all thanks to Shishio. He was sooo friggin' hot! yeah baby yeah!

lupin the III

this was the most humorous set of Lupin the III I could find. the pieces are rather small but the background are tall so I cannot encase them.
I think these pieces are the one that best represent the character of this series... I just love Jigen.

galaxy999

boy what got me into buying this? it was the emotions.
I barely remember the show and have doubts about getting the manga (they canceled it anyway). I a more of a Captain Harlock fan, yet I have not found a single set that would satisfy me. If the sculpting isn't decent I don't buy it.
but this set is made by very tall figurines and it had lots of emotions in it. Not to mention the mold were perfect and the piece would come together nicely, some of them were really hard to put together though... as some of the attaching points were intertweened behind other attaching points.
Art wise, awesome, mold perfect but technically it wasn't planned so brilliantly.
I still like it very much though but i cannot encase it because Metel is too tall.
deda

minashigo hachi


I first bought the one with hachi and his mom. When I saw it I was moved to tears...
then I went to singapore and i got the rest of the set.
I love the details and the colors of the set. although the mold is not very good and some parts come off very easily and so I ended up putting glue on some of the pieces.

I used to watch this show when I was a kid, all the time. It was sad and cruel.
I developed a huge love for insects back then.
deda

Ashita no joe

ashita no joe I got as a very good deal. I got it when I went to animexpo last summer.

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some details.... like the death of joe, the back of rikishi, the interaction between rikishi and joe made me fall in love with the set, that and the fact it's big figurines... I belive around 12 cm in height.
Ashita no Joe is one of my favorite series.

who is Joe yelling at?
of course..... it's rikishi... although he does not seem interested hahahahahaha...
and look how cool the back of Rikishi's in full fighting attire looks.
he was my favorite character, I absolutely loved his attitude and devotion to his believes.

the grass in rikishi's mouth is a very nice touch,
deda

My beloved gashapons

honestly I have a thing for kaneda, no matter how good the full set might look, I bought these before I got into gashapons, toy candies and trading figures for real.
Since then I came a long way, long enough to complete sets of which I only had a few figures... but somehow I never got ahold of the Akira set, I think I am too stuck on my beautiful looking kaneda... we stare at each other lovingly.

I think life goes down to
> things you want and things that you can have. There
> are many things I want but I can't have: I want long
> hair, but I can't have it, I want good health but I
> can't have it, I want to be Peter Pan but I can't have
> eternal youth either. In the end though, just because
> we can't have things that doesn't stop us from still
> wanting them, right?"

I am still alive... and almost wonder. I should call
Singapore... Toyland!
Those stores our nice singaporean frens suggested... woaaah!!! I was
dead and in heaven... needless to say I left like 200 SGD in the
store hahahaha I am crazy.
anyways I discovered that there is a local Singaporean Publisher...
called chuang yi, they have very nice edition, slightly more compact
than the American ones but about the same height, they have flap
covers, nice paper and the translations is reaaally not bad...
although slightly S'inglish at time (which makes me love it too... I
was laughing my ass off when I found the word brinjal in it...
referring to the eggplant. I hadn't heard that word in years since
of course my best friend used it!).
So I was led into temptation got Absolute Boyfriend and Love for
Venus here. See I was supposed to get these two titles in Italian
but I don't like very much the publisher for Absolute Boyfriend and
despise the one who acquired Love for venus so I was pretty happy...
not to mention... they cost 7.9 SGD wich makes it maybe around 5
USD.. with those covers and that paper? hell yeah!

But let's switch back to Singapore's wonders... They a load of
vegetarian food, there's a restaurant next to the temple of the
goddes of mercy in bugis... soooo good! I have Durian icecream on
bread... woah I hadn't had icecream on bread in ages, it's a
sicilian thingy... actually a lot of the tastes, flavors, smells and
the environment remind me of Sicily... of course Singapore is much
greener... wwgweee gweee I want to import a rain tree! T_T

Next I'll eat a durian. Everytime I pass in front of the store and I
see durian, rambutan, longans... I'm like... mhhhhh me wannnaaaa!
Now Durian really smells you know, one may think that somebody left
the stove open and the gas is spreading... actually there's a second
smell to it that's rather sour and then a third smell that's very
fruity and yummie... so if you learn to isolate the first stingy
smell... you really crave for the other two! O_O

On orchard road there's a huge takamiya mall with the biggest
Kinokuniya I've ever seen. Huge Japanese and Chinese selection of
manga and they also have the american ones not to mention their own
local publishing... with a warning on the back that says "not to be
sold outside of singapore" so you won't find this stuff online.

of course the best part, yesterday I saw the Esplanade (finally) and
my beloved merlion. I was in love with these two monuments ever
since I did the advertising campaign for Singapore (could not find
my posters here though I wonder what they used them for)... and I
had to draw them. I actually expected the explanade to be slightly
bigger... not too much but maybe a 10% longer on the side....
the Merlion was exactly what I thought it would be (only I figured
out that the waves at its bottom are made of glass so at night they
light up and I was thrilled to see that). I actually was surprised
to see how far he manages to spit the water of the Singapore
River...

I also finally saw the skyline by night but let me tell you... the
weather here is something incredible. I am used to hot, summer in
italy is 103 F... 45 Celsius in the shade with 80% of humidity and I
also lived in central florida for one year...
but there's something about perpendicular sun. I am not joking, I
have never bee this close to the equator and the difference is quite
noticeable... my limbs were swelling... especially my heels and
toes... also I am not getting sunburned or anything but my frekles
are spreading like crazy and I got like a brown stain on my forhead
(a few frekles joined forces dammit). The light is white and light
yellow while in San Francisco is ochre and purplish towards dusk...
I think all the green bouncing back the light is what makes it look
so glaring.

Sometimes during the day I feel my blood is boiling so I have to
stop and drink. I drink a lot, but it's not because I get thirsty...
for some reason I never do and I don't really sweat a lot.... but I
have to drink to cool down cuz my body temperature goes up... like a
car radiator without cooling fluids.

isnt' that weird? O_O

Yah, I'm loving it!
I love the rain trees who go to sleep at night! HEEE and taking
pictures of flowers like crazy.
I like vegetarian foor here: no garlic! yay!
but now I'm running around doing errands with my best fren as her
bridesmaid... so she is taking me super local places and malls.
yesterday we went to a car shop cuz her husband got into an
accident... we went to this place that looks like a parking garage but
every floor has a bunch of car repair shop, it looked like a scifi
movies.
so I was taking pictures and this uncle kept looking at us
like "what's there?"
I still have to eat durian but I already saw that it smells like gas,
I mean like a stove when you leave the 4 things open and gas runs out,
O_O

So yah, I'm in Singapore already lah!
and tell you what it's friggin' hot down here.
I have been going around only two days now... haven't seen the main
tourists place yet, mostly I am drinking lotsa cool juices, guava,
sugar cane, longan etc etc etc. eating fresh desserts... went to
moss burgers...s ooo funny... and eating lots of cool vegetarian
chinese food like fake shrimps, fake ham and so forth.
I went to see the national library, awesome!
and did a little shopping already. You know they have the same
snacks we have in Italy I was so thrilled hahahaha.
actually vegetation is amazing, they have Sensitive ferns growing as
grass on the side of the pavement... you know the type of fern that
if you touch it, it pretends to whiter and die?
I used to have it when I was a kid, and bought it constantly until I
moved to US... and here it's grass!! O_O
they have rain trees that go to sleep at night, and all kinds of
frangipanes, so different from the hawaaian ones, cuz they even have
deep red ones with no white center.
It's very green everywhere, now I know why my best friend felt so
deprived of green when she lived in SF.
I went to a chinese temple of the goddess of mercy yesterday and my
friend did a prayer+fortune telling thing... it was so great!
oh you know? they have no napkins in Singapore. I am enquiring with
everyone why is that... but everyone goes around with tissues in
their pockets cuz there's no napkins in the food courts.
Nobody can quite figure out nor tell me why... they have tons of
signs about fines though... and t-shrts that collects the sign and
says "What a Fine city" hahahaha.
On one hand this place reminds me a lot of Sicily.
On the other hand is clean and organized... then has little
loopholes like... cars don't stop if you are crossing so you have to
be careful (like in Italy! O_O) and there's no napkins.
So far I loved the wet markets and eating so much fresh food and
veggies... but my body temperatures was rising like crazy yesterday
so I was drinking like a camel to cool me down...
Apparently I am a bridesmaid... I didn't know... apparently I am one
of the sisters that's supposed to stop the groom when he tries to
come in the house and fetch the bride hahahaha.
but I think I am starting to understand what Jack Sparrow meant when
he said :Clearly you have never been to singapore.
This place si "cross and delight" at the same time hehehehe...
but I still have many more days to go, hven't seen the merlion
yet...

sono a singapore
cmq qua fa un caldo maiale, vado avanti bevendo succhi e te' tutto il giorno... hanno della roba da bere che uno nemmeno se l'immagina: l'aloe vera, la canna da zucchero, il frutto del guam, un frutto a forma di stella, ed un casino di roba che vista da fuori sembrano ricci, puzzano come i tubi del gas ma hanno un sapore buonissimo e si chiama Durian.
poi qua non c'hanno i tovaglioli di carta O_O
quindi andiamo in giro a mangiare e non ci danno i tovaglioli e quindi ti devi portare i tuoi fazzolettini... e' una cosa stranissima perche' il posto e' pulitissimo, super nuovissimo, hanno grattacieli dalle dimensioni mastodontiche, persino i centri commerciali hanno dimensioni mastodontiche... ma quando vai dentro ogni negozietto e' un bugigattolo.
Le strade ed i centro commerciali sono quotidianamente pieni di gente come da noi la domenica mattina al mercato. Ed e' normale.
Poi al di fuori del centro commerciale hanno chilometri e chilometri e chilometri di palazzoni allineati che sembrano tipo le nostre case popolari o le coperative... solo venti volte piu' grandi. Tutti di colore diverso. Cosi' riconosci casa tua da lontano.
Se vai in centro con la macchina paghi il pedaggio. Ma non ci sono i caselli. Hanno un tesserina magnetica che metti in una mcchinetta sul cruscotto e ogni tanto dipende dove passi senti bip bip e sai che hai pagato il pedaggio.
Ieri ho visto chinatown, ci sono tutte case degli anni 20 di stile coloniale, coloratissime.
poi siamo passati da orchard road che e' la strada con tutti i negozi. Ci sono dei centri commerciali dieci volte piu' grandi di Macy's... ed in giro decorazioni natalizie e canzoni di natale a tutto spiano... solo che ci sono 30 gradi!!!
Ma quando compri le cose costano pochissimo. Tipo io per mangiare spendo 4 dollari singaporeani, che sono poco piu' di due dollari... e ci sono un sacco di posti dove vendono mangiare vegetariano con finto prosciutto, finto pollo, finto maiale... tutti fatti di soia e di glutine, e non usano il glutammato ne' l'aglio e mi sto attrippando come un porco.
Poi ci sono tantissimi templi, buddisti, indiani e moschee.
Siamo entrati nel tempio buddista della dea della misericordia, dove grace ha fatto una preghiera speciale per Paul visto che poverino l'altro giorno e' stato coinvolto in un tamponamento a catena e gli hanno distrutto la macchina.
Si vede la forma del muso della macchina che da dietro gli e' entrata nel cofano! O_O L'ha portata dal meccanico... ed il meccanico e' in un edificio che pare un garage... ma invece dei parcheggi ad ogni piano ci sono tutti garage.
Una scena da film di fantascienza.
poi ho notato che invece dapperttutto e' cosi. Vai in un centro commerciale e ci trovi solo negozi di elettrodomestici, in un altro ci trovi solo negozi di telefonia... etc etc etc... sono tutti raggruppati per categorie e quindi la competizione e' altissima e sono costretti ad avere tutti gli stessi prezzi.
Pero' se hai amici o cugini che lavorano in questo o quel negozio... ti portano nel loro negozio o in quello accanto ed iniziano a tirare sul prezzo per te...
comunque c'e' tantissimo verde. Ad esempio hanno questi alberi a forma di ombrello chiamati alberi della pioggia che la sera si chiudono e vanno a dormire. Hanno pomelie di tutti i colori, da quelle come le nostre a certe che sono rosso fuoco e non hanno bianco nel fiore. Ci sono felci troppo snob per crescere per terra e che si accampano tra i rami degli alberi... e per strada tra l'erba c'e' la felce simpatica... quindi certe volte cammini, la tocchi e weeeee si abbacchia e fa finta di morire.
Hanno alberi grandi come case e viali alberati dapperttutto.
Non ho visto nessuna fauna particolare per ora. Solo questi merli bianconeri.
La popolazione e' molto diversificata. Ho visto un gruppo di ragazzi malesi giocare a pallone con una rete nel mezzo... si tirano la palla da parta a parte come se stessero giocando a volano. Possono solo toccarla coi piedi e con la testa. Certe volte la palla arriva da troppo in alto e devono saltare e sforbiciare, oppure mettono le mani a terra e scalciano.
comunque non ho ancora fatto il giro per monumenti vari, spero mi portino quanto prima, diciamo che per ora seguo grace nelle sue commissioni.

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!

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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. ^^"

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

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.

~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

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?

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。
　

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。
　

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.

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! >:(

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!




　

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.

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?

for once a typical day in my life.
The mailman did not pass... I know I ma obsessed with the mail and the post office but... I have been waiting for a package 3 weeks already, it should have been here 2 weeks ago. sigh, and there was Howl's castle in it (the book) and a pirate Mickey Mouse, and an Osamu tezuka manga. sigh sigh sigh

I spent the whole day listening to Chage and Aska, put my winamp on random. Yeah, some of you might think it's cheap, commercail music... I like them though, it feels relaxing. It helps me with my Japanese too.
I understand many more words than I used to.


Then what else did I do. Send out some emails, taken a freelance, read some manga, read a book....
talked about my friend's love's trouble, talked about life and philosophy with my menthor.
and got the news that my sister had a miscarriage...

a typical day.

Italian movies.... well... and Disney too.

Mi piace lavorare is a movie about mobbing. I was shocked something like mobbing would get to Italy, but my mother was a victim of mobbing for a while and that is why I think this movie was really interesting. It is more on the documentaristic side and at the same time tries to be too simpatetic with the protagonist of the movie.
Other than that, the movie is almost sprouting out of neorealism and some scenes reminded me of De Sica's Umberto D.
Sometimes it's too socialist. In general though it keeps its distance and leaves the spectator develop ideas, feelings and opinions about what's going on. To a certain extent it left me with the same feelings that were given to me by a movie called 13 conversations about one thing. although the stories were different, the timing and the storytellinf was very similar.

Agata e la tempesta is really an adorable movie, although it kind of fails the viewer in the ending... somehow it felt they did not know how to end the movie so they killed the one character that ignites the story at the beginning (although he is not the protagonist). The ending was kinda Almodovar'ish feeling... but it did not match the feel of the movie so it was a bit of a let down... other than that, there were some pretty good ideas (except for the mayor of Stokholm who was merely dropped in there and I still haven't figured out why) and I found it very pleasant to watch and absolutely to my liking.

L'imbalsamatore that is a movie that felt likethe first Visconti. It is nice to see how good culture is showing through these young italian directors' opus. On one hand it felt like watching Osessione or L'avventura from Antonioni.... on the other end it felt this one too should have been a short. (I had the same feeling about Whale rider, just like Elephant the director had not enough story to make a feature but indeed ketp shooting and add water to the soup).
On a persona note, the young protagonist looks too much like my father when he was young, so watching the movie freaked me out, had he had blue eyes as well I would have switched the movie off right away in horror (to see my father kiss another woman, would be too much to handle).

Le fate ignoranti very nice film, it starts too slow and takes a while to take off. The themes about homosexuality and belonging somewhere were the right ones and the metaphor of the glass breaking was the right solution for the ending... I reaaaally loved that choice for the ending. But at first, the whole set up and how it's approached felt like a movie produced for TV and maybe hte writer should have jumped in the plot point one a little faster. I still don't know why, but I wasn't hooked up for some good 20 minutes or so but after that it becomes less painful and really an enjoyable watch.

Home on the Range God it felt good to hear Alan Menken's songs again!!! instead of those tedious, no melody, no talent, whining songs from Collins and Elton John. We are talking of an 8 times oscar winner here... and is he worth it!!!! Hell yeah! Okay so the movie was cute but had its flaws. Considering what it went through during production, the story was all over the place, there were way too many dialogues and the main character wasn't appealing at all. But in general I would say every single scene was like a colorful bead for a necklace and taking some beads over others... there, some beads were really pretty and overall the necklace wasn't cmpletely bad. The song were not sang by the characters.... good! The only one to sing is the villain but there's a reason to his singing. that was the smartest choice... my friend did not like it, they said it was stupid but i think it was too surreal for them to accept something that isn't as obvious as a bad guy doing kung fu. Y.odle yodels and hypnotizes cows to kidnap them. The wholel yodle scene was like the pink elephant of dumbo it was a great omage.
I like side characters better than the main ones, especially Grace. I did not get the lucky rubbit at all, but I do love the Villains, all of them. And some of the gag in the saloon were... too weird and twisted not to laugh. The horse was a little annoying, but not less annoying then Shrek's donkey. So who cares?
Too bad it was disney's last but.. thank God this was their last and not that horrible horrible Brother bear.

When it comes down to the European movies I have been watching... I was very much impressed by the quality of the stories.

with My name is Tanino I discevered Virzi'. And what a discovery, the guy is brilliant! My name is Tanino is the story of this very simple sicilian guy who goes to America and everything that could possibly go wrong... does go wrong.
He is envolved in so many surreal situation that the whole adventure will end up caving in and things get so bad, in the end he si thrown out of the country!!!! The movie is simply hilarious, make fun of cliches by drowning you into the cliches themselves. It was like watching a reborn Dino Risi.

Elephant is something halfway between a documentary and a short film. I believe is like 1 hr and 20 mins long. It won an award at the Fetival of Cannes for best direction I think. Well, it's the story of two kids who go to school and shoot, like it happened in Columbine. The director follows a few kids in their everyday life, and when I say follow... i mean he phisically follows them cuz 75% of the shots is camera following these kids walking in the hallways, we almost see more of their back then their faces. He divides the story by chapters using the names of the kids and actually some of these chapter are a whole sequence with no cuts in between. The camera continuosly moves, following this or that person and never cuts away. The result is, after a while you are totally aware of this: there's no cuts between scenes. It becomes too exploited and it feels like the director is trying to water down the soup. In fact, there's enough material for a nice short and with tighter timing I believe a very nice one would come out of all this footage... but... it's not a short. He stressed so much the fact the story is shot almost in real time that... it makes it way too heavy to viewer. For the rest is a really scary story... really shoking. I have to confess the idea of how the kids cross each other's path during the same day, by showing the same scene, shot from different points of view and in different part of the movie is a really nice expedient.


I fiumi di porpora 2... I haven't seen number 1. They are a series of thriller movie, protagonist is Jean Reno as a detective. In this one there's a story about the end of time, the Apocalipse and other escatoligcal stuff. Errr... for being a movie writte by Besson it really has some bad dialogues and it's way too linear. I mean the moment Christopher Lee shows up you know he is the bad guy, furtermore he is German. It is nice how they related the story to the Maginot, so it would be hard to adapt this kind of story to another country, and this makes the movie really french. But it still is way too simplistic, and it is very easy to figure things ahead.

L'auberge Espagnole is another very pretty French commedy. Very hard to expalin, it is very european. Well you see the protagonist he gets a scholarship called Erasmus to go study to Barcelona for a year. If you have never been in an experience like that, where you live in a foreing country, with foreign people for a while, then you will not understand the movie and you will take it for the usual silly comedy. But it is not, actually there are some very good observations in the story, one of which is the fact that you only know the true nature of a person if you throw him/her in a unfamiliar place, doing unfamiliar things, sharing his life with unfamiliar people. It's all about surviving cultural clashes and growing up to be a perfect child of the beautiful United Europe. It's a movie about following your dreams, finding who you are and becoming Cosmopolite. We say, the world is interesting cuz everyone is different. I particularly enjoyed the movie and share the final decision of the protagonist, seen I myself went through the same kind of emotion and took the same path.

I am watching many movies lately, a lot of them are european, so hard to get around here... some other I go the movies.

If I were to make a list these are the movies I watched in the last few weeks: Hellboy, Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind, Kill Bill 2, Elephant, Secret Window, The Barbarian Invasions, League of extraordinary gentlemen, L'auberge Espagnole, My name is Tanino, I fiumi di porpora 2, L'imbalsamatore, Mi piace lavorare, No man's land, Le fate Ignoranti, Agata e la tempesta and Home on the Range.

Let me see, I got the impression I am developing immunity to special effects so in a way I am not impressed by them anymore and I am able to fall asleep during an action movie. So far I was so craving for movies with a good script and good dialogues and an unusual story, I don't feel appealed by the way a movie looks anymore. It is not enough.

Thinking this I have to say Hellboy was probably the worst movie I saw this year. First of all I don't think it was even close to the mood of the comicbook (which I don't really know well, but I read some of it... and frankly I think it's one of those stories that work pretty well as a comicbook but is not cinematic enough). If you haven't seen it dont' read this it contains big SPOILERS. Take on hellboy was that the movies tried to move forward without an engine. Hellboy spends hours fighting demons in the subway, we don't see him defeating all of them but we see him going to Russia to hunt the big guy instead... so my thinking was: what about the guys you left in the subway? Once he gets to Russia it takes the pyro girl nothing at all to burn the demons down... duh... and in the end.... when the big Bad guys, the squid comes out, one things... there goes the huge battle scene, but no, we get fried calamari in less than 5 minutes.
Plus always the same kind of jokes: how many times do I have to kill you? Haven't I killed you already? Ouch, this is gonna hurt....
Boring! I fell asleep. Beside all action heroes movies dun have twist anymore in the end, he kicks ass and kisses the girl. that's it. LXG was no execption... or maybe it was a bit worse then HB... at least HB had milk and cookies on a rooftop discussing his love problems with a kid.. throwing rocks at his rival.
I so don't want to go see Spider man 2, I-robots and Van Helsing now...... as for the other movies.

I was very much impressed by Barbarian Invasion, great story, great dialogues, great display of culture and great observations of the surroundings. Maybe the movie just lacked a little bit of emotional crescendo in the end, but the lack was due to inadeguate soundtrack I suspect. definetely an oscar winner.

Same goes for No man's land which ran and won against Amelie. Now Amelie is an adorable movie, but no man's land is one of those stories that truthfully tells you in a war, no one is right, everyone is wrong, enemies cannot become friends even after they discover they both are human beings and the third party can only but watch as a helpless spectator. The ending was astonisling brilliant. Another oscar winner.

Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. there are no words to describe genius. My friend's comment on the movie was: nowadays it's so easy to figure out when a movie begins from its end. Well, yeah< iw ould say Kauffmann really gave enough hints to the public, and he knows how to play his game of making the spectator feel smarter than what he really is. The spectator things "i know wha't going on!" they feel smart but truth is... all the hints were there, left behind like thumbelino little crumbs. What I like was the sane pessimism with a vein of sudden optimism, hidden again pessimism again. When the protagonist decides to erase his girlfriend, there's good and bad memories he wants to get rid of, of course when the whole process begins the bad memories are the first ones to go. As a results Joel (the protagonist) begins his race against the process of erasing to keep what's left of his good memories. Of course we hope with him that he might do it, that he might stop and keep the memories... but is a mere illusion: first of all his desire to suceed is dictated by the fact his bad memories are gone, so the idea of love and good relationship now in his brain is not a whole image of what the relationship truly was. If he were to succeed and keep his memory of his girlfriend we would be wishing him bad. But at the same time the movie was telling us that maybe we love with our body as well, not only with our heart and mind and maybe as a quote to Chomsky, Joel's body retained the informations of the image of her body and definitely felt attracted to her all over again and fell in love all over again. Are we maybe destined or condemned to fall in love with the same person over and over again, if we were given second chances? I dunno, but truthfully, no matter how many time we were to start over we will still be lead to the same conclusion: if it did not work once, chances are it never will unless we change along the way. Maybe that was the meaning of that little repeated scene in the end.... maybe Joel and his girlfriend went over the same processo of losing and finding each other over and over and over again. a gorgeous movie!

Kill Bill 2 is not as entertaining as the first one, for the action movies lovers.... but somehow is smart pants enough to put you in front of the dilemma... should BB really kill Bill? Well, there are no way out, first of all because that is the name of the movie after all, second of all because there's no room to forgiveness in a revenge story, but only room for understanding. I was amazed to see Tarantino thank so many Italian moviemakers in the end, included Leo Corbucci, and frankly some scenes I enjoyed more than other cuz they reminded me of italian mafia and western movies from the 70's. Also I think he was leading the public by the nose, giving them what they wanted.... but making fun of it, although lots people still think Kill Bill is an action movie.... Tarantino is a second picasso to me.

secret window is a nice King's story, with the usual lack so typical of King: the impossiblity to wrap it up nicely and in satisfactory way. My thinking on the movie was... they revealed too soon and too much the truth about Morty. I would have exploited the creepy Turturro longer... used Shooter more, to haunt down the wife, until a few seconds before he hits her, when he says the line: it was his idea, it was Morty's idea. She should then say: you are morty. The the camera turn around TUrturro, we use is shoulders as a transition/wipte thingy, wee see Johnny Depp with his hat on and we realize.... shit it's split personalty. The we put the we put the flashbacks of how he killed everyone else and then he hits the wife he hits the lover and he gets away with it. Nice and clean. the ending was way too quick at revealing you the truth.

Note to self:

My little personal log, need a record to the fact I sent a script today to a screenwriting festival... and I need to keep track of my doing, next step to take is to register the second script. Good luck deda!!!!

I am overflowing with ideas recently.
I recently finished my second drafit of one script and am working on the third draft of another one... I am still working on these two and already have an idea for a new one.

How would I say this, I want to write a thesis about people who loves animals... but depict the bad and good things this love causes to animals. Sometimes to train a dog it's not the best thing you can do to him... and sometimes to love an animal as if it were a person it's the worst thing you could do to him.

I think animals should be loved for what they are. Love given in the right proportion, in the right ammount will not spoil and rot. It's a matter of honesty, a dog cannot replace a person so it should not be treated like one, a person should not act like a dog cuz it would make the poor animal confused.

I had confused pet before. A tortoise who was born and grew up in an aviary and thought to be a bird.
A bird who thought my dad was his mother and my sister was his wife and hated my mother with all his guts to the point he will chew on the leaves of her favourite plant, out of jealousy... and talk behind her back making faces as soon as she turned her back to him: che che che che (the most spiteful sound I can think of hehehehe).
A dog who thought everyone else was a dog too.
A cat who thought to be a dog.

Belive me, messing up with an animal psyche isn't nice, just let them be!