Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Breast Implant Rejection

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not know whether a caso.Fatto is that in the latter period (which are days, weeks and months) the my blog languish.
of people who read blogs more than those they replace my infotainment and amuse me or make me think things with well-written, intelligent, shared for the most part.
E 'a reading that I miss, I must confess, and never so much as in the latter period.
I too tempting to not write anything.
strong And I mean that every time I open the page of bloggers and I think, fuck it, I close everything and who is seen to be seen. Writing is painful, almost always, almost always get naked and almost always stand in front of something that was better buried in an unspecified part of the unconscious.
Yet it is still stronger than my desire to write.
do not know how and not well understood, but it always happens that after a few bars on a computer screen or a few lines on the moleskine I feel better, to be able to transfer a cumbersome part of myself elsewhere at the moment.
All this to tell you that I still have il privilegio di leggervi tutti/e.
Di qualunque cosa discutiate, politica, pippe mentali, botanica, cucina etnica. 
L’importante è sapere che c’è qualcuno da qualche parte che come me “travasa” una parte di se stesso. 
Sapere che le gabbie non sono ancora tutte chiuse a chiave, che le persone non sono ancora state completamente mangiate dal resto lavoro/scazzi/ingestibilità dell’esistenza.

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This blog has enough

Under this
maybe we just have this .

Misery, misery, misery.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Gifs Do Naruto Shippuden



Dear / e.
The events of recent days, so we're talking about those events, they leave me speechless.
Not because they have an opinion, of course I have one, but the problem is that it makes me suffer.
If I think I'm twisted guts.
If I think of things like the lack of integration, racism, money at all costs, corruption, cunning, deception, exploitation, rudeness, job insecurity, ignorance.
If I still do not understand why the news always talk (right and left) of a Chinese, a Moroccan, an Albanian, a Romanian as if these people had a name and a surname.
If I think of school as I experienced, all the boys / girls who live in their childhood because their parents are totally alone in the factory from morning to evening.
If I think the lessons of my university where the wealthy people over the class throws everything on the floor, towels, bric juice, newspapers, tickets, train tickets, where to take you away without an apology, not where you are greeted ever, unless you want something in return. If I think
TG5 yesterday to recommend to yoga to combat the daily stress and have a better life. Yoga, c *** o.
These are all things that are hurting me deep inside, that make me crack the bones in his right shoulder in June this part to make me wake up at four in the morning, make me stop watching television, reading newspapers.
I'm sick of this country, I can write it?
I think it's the point.
There are days when I find myself with passion to throw things in the study of sociological or philosophical or whatever, feeling that this will change the world or at least change my world, help me to resist, will help me to realize more than happens.
And days when I do not know anything about anything, living complete unconsciousness, completely immerse myself in some superficiality, to experience the thrill of feeling part of a whole society and not the usual bit of wrong color.
not recognize myself in the low stone figures and peeled, or in the styling girlie with perfect coiffure that these days worrying issue statements as if nothing had happened, as if no one was able to understand that there are scrubbing.
But not even recognize myself in those early morning fill me with pamphlets on Marxism-Leninism, dusted-Guevara T-shirts that are just and against, without any idea own, something to believe in strongly and positively.
I realize that this attitude is wrong, pessimistic, cynical, because basically I even propose anything new.
E 'for the moment goes like this, really.
I'm tired, stove, I would like a rubber armor to wear every day for us to bounce back against the evil thoughts.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

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Sunday, October 19, 2008

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Autumn Took my life

At some point in the autumn.
Near the end of October, for example.
A path covered with dry leaves and chestnuts to sink your feet.
The apple fritters, swollen with the icing sugar over.
People walk, go, go.
Nobody screams and it is wonderful.
The sun is orange like when you squeeze the lemon in the right place.
I have a house with a pier or a verandah, as an alternative.
To sit there in the evening, looking at things that are waiting for the dark, listening to the sound of many small items that are becoming thinner.


Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Love Sayings In Samoan

farewell flower

on the train as usual.

E'decisamente later, we understand how commuters shuffling feet and luggage on the tracks.

I arrived fifteen minutes before and I'm buried in my chair filthy.

before sinking into a parallel universe of music and I get lost staring at the architecture of the central station, the huge time of metal that gives me the idea of \u200b\u200ba big goodbye hug rusty to people who run away from milan, as if he understood what it means to see her every day and we suffered a bit ', would remedy the situation.

comes an old friend whom I thank heaven is there because otherwise I groped to keep me awake with the usual tricks such as:


imagine what they think other people in the compartment

imagine my life told by a voiceover

imagine video for the song I'm listening

imagine what it will take the train when it will be cold


start a conversation by the light tone of the rest are dressed the sweatshirt and shoes from hippies, those damned etnies much that I wanted so badly and caused me to walk before he became my shield against rain and zozzume of urban roads.

few minutes after you add us to an acquaintance that I do not think I have ever seen before.

about a girl who, after having broken up with her boyfriend, now lives a series of emotional ups and downs.

I fall into a pleasant slumber, one in which I found a good alternative to deep sleep: listen to their speeches and I would simply nod or smile full of gratitude for their presence here and now.

Then at some point I realize that I know both i protagonisti della vicenda.

A quanto pare quando si dice che il mondo è piccolo non si tiene conto del fatto che i treni lo sono di più. 


Se esistesse una macchina del tempo credo che mi piacerebbe incontrarmi otto anni fa per ricordare come la pensavo allora. Mi sono venute in mente due cose.

Quarto anno delle superiori sono seduta sulla scala anticendio nell’intervallo, c’è il sole, ho i capelli corti, sono inspiegabilmente felice.

Maggio o giugno di quest’anno, sono in treno, piove e il finestrino sporco di spray è pieno di gocce che lo percorrono in diagonale perfetta, I think of all the people to whom I apologize.

So between one thing and another fly to Seattle, got off the train, we say goodbye, I go back home along the intended path, sliding door of the station, turn right, walk to the bus station and insert the on.

heat is strange for October, the lights are yellow as in August.

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http://www.robertosaviano.it/documenti/9652

I was talking the other day with my mother in one of those long discussions after dinner, when the fatigue plus a cup di the mi permette di dar sfogo a tutto il sgomento nei confronti del paese Italia.
Parlavamo di Gomorra (uno di quei libri che leggi e non puoi fare a meno di parlarne per anni, ti senti in dovere di) e parlavamo di Roberto Saviano appunto e io dicevo, mannaggia lui è eroe alla seconda, perché è giovane (28 anni capite, tre più della sottoscritta) e gli hanno rubato la vita da sotto i piedi, la possibilità di avere affetti, amici, amori, famiglia, di alzarsi la mattina, gli hanno rubato la possibilità di pensare che, nonostante tutto questo granschifo intorno, c'è sempre qualcuno con cui condividerlo e sopportare meglio la batosta.
Questo senza nulla togliere the heroes of a certain age, mind you.
only one that says, not all is' big thing is out to get a beer at the pub, rent a movie and watch it with friends, take a walk to shops, go see a concert.
There are things in life that are most important.
But then take a boy of 28 years and Take off the carefree, normality.
Take away the freedom to have twenty-eight years, let alone with the company of her escort, these "guardian angels" who risk their lives to protect it and have a family, however, have at least one pair of eyes and to look to for explanations, comfort, courage.
All this because? If he asks, quite rightly asks why should live like this, because, after all, wrote only a book, a book about the Camorra, and said the news that one would expect to receive from a newscast or read a newspaper.
Roberto Saviano asked what he did wrong. And it's pissed.
Why does not deserve it, does not deserve a country that devotes a couple of articles every now and for the rest of the time leaves him alone with her "guardian angels" on to box and pass the days as if he were in prison.
Trying to pass it off as one who, after all, has made money and went to Cannes as well as in Italy there are those who make money by cheating the banks, killing people, grated cheese moldy and pretending to be delicious culinary delicacies.
Our country lives today as they were just incredible paradoxes and disturbing normal equation good deed = + applause prize is not worth more, even, paradoxically, is considered evidence of low cunning.
Death to the categorical imperative, the way of living that is more comfortable. So
I feel like apologizing to Roberto Saviano.
not on behalf of other people but for myself.
For every time I turn my face from another to avoid seeing.
For all the times that I did not dare to oppose me because I think that I could miss.
For my fears.
Because I'm not a hero.




Monday, October 13, 2008

Fastest Startup Antivirus

worms

Tomorrow is not lecture institutions ontology.

E 'a course that I like although there is half of Heidegger, that of "not being, is more like something good."

institutions is a course that I like it because the last time there was talk of Sartre's Nausea, and I was reminded of my folder of technique on which I had transcribed a piece taken from that wonderful book.

My math teacher asked me if it was the story of one who was not so good. The Nausea understand?

My math teacher was not a highly esteemed person. She even.

Oh well.

tomorrow and then I go to Milan in the late morning and this means that we may be able to sit during the journey.

Today I did stand up to listening to Laura Veirs Magenta and sitting on a piece of a free press to step up to the Central listening to Vampire Weekend, who are really cool.

Walden I'm almost done, I'm holding two pages for tonight, so I have intelligent thoughts need to sleep well.

Today the underground I fell back in the vicious circle of germs.

I started thinking about all the germs that had in head, hands, the germs that ran on the seats of the train, those on the meter at the bottom of my bag that I support anywhere, on the handrail of the stairs at the university.

I felt like Howard Hughes.

I thought back to last year when I was kindly offered some free samples of gel Amuchina, capable, in their view, to neutralize any germs present on the palm of the hand in 15 seconds.

That is stuff that I'm passing tissue on the hands and chest to operate a commuter in conditions of absolute hygiene. I also thought about buying but then I was only four and five minutes to € germ-trotting toward the train was going back home through the fog of rice and a pale moon is also blurred by the germs.

And 'I do not feel ready yet to take me behind the t-shirt to support the seats of the train, I'm so old intolerant of deviance in the world.




"It seemed that he had no companions in the universe, and that he enjoyed so alone;

it also seemed that it did not need the other company in the morning and the ether to play with. [...]

Master air, it seemed to regard with the land only for an egg hatched some time ago in the cleft of a steep rock

-or was it built its nest in the primary of a cloud, woven with the ornaments of the rainbow and the sunset, and lined the soft summer steam, taken from the earth.

Today its nest on some steep cloud. "


Walden-Life in the woods-pg 392

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Diagram Of Pathophysiology Of Cancer

greetings and kisses / the nebulous high school years

namely:

when the Sabbath evening for a few minutes you find yourself among people of a century ago and you close the belly shot


Regarding the high school years, a period that many indicate in their existence as a golden age of happiness and great throttle partying, I can simply say that despite everything I enjoyed it.

In spite of that hide friends wrong, impossible love, longing for the world around them unnecessary, prolonged listening to Creep by Radiohead, the use of military trousers, shoes with safety pins, attendance of high school with a national Outbuildings etc.. etc..

Although since then has grown and exceeded all una serie di cose per cui il mio cuore era solito cadere in pezzi, nonostante tutto , accade che, nei luoghi della movida notturna di seattle, circondata da quel panorama di individui che popolava i miei anni delle superiori (compagni, conoscenti, emeriti sconosciuti incrociati nei corridoi e nelle lunghe e ipnotiche vasche sul corso), lo stomaco mi si stringa in una ferrea morsa e improvvisamente mi ritrovi catapultata in quegli anni senza scudo e senza corazza, quando a tutti riusciva di leggere la mia diversità di prospettive senza che me ne accorgessi.

E’ una scemenza da adolescenti lo so, e anche un periodo troppo lungo che necessiterebbe di maggior punteggiatura.

Lo scrivo perché iersera ho interagito con un personaggio di quegli anni che dopo pochi secondi di scialba conversazione ha dato uno sguardo di disapprovazione alle mie scarpe senza tacco, ai miei normalissimi jeans, ha giudicato il mio rimmel un po' sbavato di fine serata, e mi ha congedato semplicemente voltando il suo drink in un'altra direzione.


In altre circostanze l'avrei sicuramente mandata a ca**re. 

Eppure ieri per qualche strana coincidenza cosmica mi sono ritrovata a pensare a quella vita lontana del liceo e a quel binario su cui sarei potuta saltare a piedi pari diventando più happy hour e meno impegnat-iva, emozionandomi per cose altre rispetto a ipotetici collegamenti tra Calvino and Thoreau.

Secondly I discussed the fact that the university, albeit in a whirlwind two-legged beings light years away from me, I seem to wear armor glittering thoughts, readings, dreams, songs and stories that prevents any low blow Every look bad and keeps me going head on.

Contact with people of a century ago, however, this armor seems to crumble and I'm only one with the wrong shoes and the warmth out of place, as if I were attending a big party where everyone can do very well without the my presence, you're just a person, what you do or how you live does not matter.

The high school years are over for me by a piece, enclosed in square brackets and sharp, almost all ties and contact details changed forever.

There are greetings and kisses to give away but just wanted to be somewhere else, with friends today, the laughter of today, the clothes of today and the last shell remedied.


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Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Colloidal Silver Lupus

Men with the bag but not too self

As you might have imagined in those days I was in Milan.
I went out after dark and came home with it, so I had no material forces to update the blog. Since
But today I went out after dark and returned with a minimum of light I'm here to say my impressions of these early days of the New Great University.
And even if new is no longer (if the sky really wants this is the last year) certainly continues to be foreign.
therefore become the great foreign universities, where these days are around billions of millions of students in a continuous catwalk designer who never stops even during lunch.
Sure, I thought that a man should not be pas mal the settlement of all these beautiful chicks ancheggianti in every corner of the courtyard, in a blaze of blushes, cotonature, virtuoso of the plate, in combination with giant bags mobile phones in conjunction with charms in conjunction with the cobbled courtyard.
Only I am a woman and, apart from the fact that I find some of my colleagues mises definitely more suited to a motorway as a sociology lesson, if nothing else I'd like to see a similar parade of beautiful people (not me simone have, I'm making use of glaring irony). Instead
nothing.
Porca the goose if it is true that men have more stock of the GEU me.
handbag, yes you heard right. Not existentialists purses, bags military, folders, à la Sartre.
Bags.
Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Dior.
Sometimes even sbarluccicante paint.
stuff that kills his manhood from Milan to Cologno, boiled and some municipalities in Lecco.
My Gosh.
The teachers face is not doing better.
In two years of attendance was a real overview of sweaters from real diamonds inertia, full gray, mouse gray, dark gray, combined with obvious carry-white as the snows of Greenland, waterproof exhibitionists, protruding bellies, ties eighties and shoes with cleats to Sarkozy.

Then launch a proposal to the Minister of Education: In addition to the apron, only the master and the bales are not there could also have students with thighs coperte e docenti di migliore aspetto?
In attesa di una sua gentile risposta,
cordiali saluti

frà

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Lil Wayne Cockiest Quotes



Oggi camminavo per Seattle senza scopo alcuno se non quello di camminare e ascoltare musica. 

E’ una delle libertà che ho deciso di prendermi prima dell’inizio delle lezioni e della milanite e del pendolarismo.

Considerando che ieri l’ho passato a letto bloccata da un bastardissimo dolore alla cervicale, la settimana di libertà ha ancora quattro giorni e mezzo da offrirmi che ho intenzione di trascorrere nel miglior modo possibile person or by quiet.

I realize that despite the years that I spend most of my days worried about something, a goal, a problem to be addressed, a situation that is wrong.

always constantly on the run, stretched like a rubber band ready to launch somewhere.

Or are angry about how the world works and how things go.

For the feeling of utter helplessness, to count less than zero in the great party game. Can not do anything to change the events seriously.

It 's hard to say what I will be great (because they are difficult to come to the conclusion that for me a job is worth the other, I have ambitions of career woman and I do not give anything a rewarding professional life. I just have a decent job that is not cheating people or steal money to someone, otherwise what is is).

It 'just as hard to guess if I really find the giant x final direction towards which my stretch and jump.

Today, however, walking in a city like Seattle transparent, following the notes of music I felt really calm . Despite everything I still have the ability to pull outside, to judge whether something is right or wrong in my point of view, to be clear about what I would not ever be.

As you can steal pieces, as you could put into question, much as they always finish you off another spanner in the works, consistency and conviction to do the right thing gifts are important and should not be underestimated.

Mai.