2008

Friday, December 19, 2008

Canine Hair Around Lips Discoloration Fish Oil

single .. no, shit ..

E 'for some weeks that I have fun with online play. They are so infoiati I went to read the instructions for how to proceed with extra points. Simple, just download bullshit like ring tones, icons, programs .. but "someone" has allowed me to download anything on her .. uh my computer so I discarded this hypothesis. Remained to be completed surveys (which che ho fatto, ma i punti non sono arrivati!) o iscriversi ad un sito di quelli che ti fanno trovare l'anima gemella.
Beh, ieri mi sono iscritta.. tanto ora sono singola.. e posso permettermelo!

Il sito è molto accurato, sia nella descrizione di se stessi che in quella di un candidato papabile. Mi metto quindi a rispondere ad una serie infinita di domande sul mio fisico.. altezza, peso, corporatura, capelli, occhi, mi è toccato pure darmi un voto :), altre domande sullo stile di vita, istruzione, abitudini.. fumi, sei vegetariana, vuoi figli, sei stata sposata, vivi coi tuoi, come ti vesti, gusti musicali, sei romantica, e una serie di altri quesiti stile Marzullo.
Stessa cosa per le caratteristiche the ideal partner, I indicated age, height, weight, hair (as long as they have!) and everything else .. in practice it turned out the perfect man ..

Well, I have a nickname, and so on ..
do a tour among the candidates that the system selected, to find a photo that inspires me, I found someone, especially a guy, Mr. X, that reminds me a lot of "one person". Mando to 3 / 4 unlucky with two cocks an email and ask them to chat .. I do not shit.
Meanwhile I see that I have 18 people in line to chat with me .. I look at their profiles .. fifty faces of manic, people impossible .. Waste them all .. A semi
constant noise distracts me is the phony email that I quote in site, I received 27 e-mail .. people who sent me "drifters," "flirt", "winks" (I still have not figured out what they are), and test mail. I turn off everything.

tonight armed with patience return to the site .. 235 Email, I look at first, but there's all the time, I can not even keep up .. I decide to chat with 6 people (including 2 of those that had bothered me last night, here between Mr X).

Result: after half an hour, more than a headache, no speech interesting, indeed, no talk .. that these were great compliments .. "How beautiful you are," as you are funny "(but if you've only said hello?)," As you're sweet! "," You're not chatting with others, are very jealous, "" I hear you're the right girl for me ".. and a series of crap on this site.

conclude by returning part of the conversation with Mr. X: NBB
hello, what are you doing in that of the xxxx?
MRX work in that area south
clothes
NBB NBB
MRX boh .. well you live in Brianza, we are opposed to
MRX ahh then we will never meet .. you're so beautiful
NBB (chance) Well first know each other via chat ..

.... just jump ten lines

MRX you do? You're not chatting with others, are jealous .. and I want you
NBB'm sorting the mail, here is a mess .. I see you are writing for a year how it works?
MRX I saw a dozen girls, but after the first meeting I have not more magazines, they were all stupid .. us when we meet? NBB
I might be stupid and also I would like to avoid encounters with predators .. let's talk about 'before
MRX tell
NBB for example, you could tell me what you like or do not like. I hate the morning, the places and people pussy, I love music, concerts, I like to eat, drink, smoke, do you?
MRX to me like you when we meet?

car I deleted from the site. But there are still people who may fall?

Victoria's Secret Sweet Talk Lip Gloss

The sun .. how nice .. that cool .. hooray!

After buckets of water, snow and wind, the sun finally burst.

it possible that when I drive for the office he is there, height windshield, pointing straight to my eyes?! Turn right, and left him, though pale or obscured by fog, it is always there that you do not see anything!? That makes you brought tears to the eyes, which in turn they drop the makeup, which in turn will end up in the eye, and ensure that they are dicks ..

propose again All the way my repertoire of accidents "guide", which is different from the "awake in the morning" when I perform only an hour before.
Yes, the mornings are not in a good mood.

PS do not tell me to buy sunglasses .. I do not look good, then it would be too simple, and then forget them at home .. :)

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Euronext Hair Extensions Cheap

PARADISE OF SOCKS

Heart Palpitations And Fatty Liver

astral conjunctions ..

There must be some strange astral conjunctions do so at a time when we should celebrate the family and celebrate their loved ones, I am always alone.

How can you not hate Christmas, when people like me, has always had a strong need to have the most important people close at that time always finds himself hopelessly alone?

I'm past it, but no, this year I hate Christmas because I can celebrate with Mom and Dad, and even with my family.

The horoscope says that 2009 will be the year of love ... hooray! (But now that I think I think I've heard it other times, it is history ..)

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Industrial Size Sinker Mold

Dad goes out with friends and we ..

Yesterday evening my father came out (finally) to have dinner with his friends, so me and Fabio we took advantage to spend a romantic seratina only us ..

I helped my father to choose suit, tie and shoes, I ironed my shirt and we checked all the items should not forget, telephone, medicines, money, keys, etc.. Then I waited Fabio (which of course came "calmly").

I booked for 22 (and we managed to arrive late!;)) To the bank Brazier, Fabio restaurant that has long wanted to try. The place is very nice, warm and romantic .. the chandeliers with beautiful .. non trovate? Il giardino, poi, è incantevole e si affaccia su un canale, con tanto di barchetta. In primavera dev'essere uno spettacolo!

Il servizio, invece, è migliorabile, e nel menù i prezzi non son molto chiari.. ecco una scenetta all'arrivo del cameriere:

Sara: vorrei i Medaglioni di Limousine in crema Roquefort e gherigli di noci

cameriere: sono finiti

Sara: allora Filetto di manzo alla Rossini con il patè d’oca e scaglie di Tartufo d’Alba

cameriere: è finito

Sara: allora cosa mi consiglia?

cameriere: manzo del Nebraska

Sara: ok, with roast potatoes

waiter uh are over, we have baked potatoes with blue cheese inside ..

Sara: (a little 'puzzled) vabbbene ..

I ate the most delicious meat of all time! advice to all the Nebraska Beef ! the taste was really good and the meat melts in your mouth .. spectacular! All of course accompanied by a good Nero d'Avola.

The evening was very romantic, and after dinner, wishing we could move to see the concert in the pub next door, but we preferred to go home, we were too exhausted by their dinner! and also on the bill ..

a night I wish you all well .. (But do pay the bill to your he ..)

Monday, October 20, 2008

Hawker Beechcraft Parts

Pprrrr

We met eleven years ago when I was still a young girl and he was already elderly, but still in good shape. I always thought that Pprrr was a "sir", no, do not get me wrong, in this case do not talk about age, but of ways di fare. Stile impeccabile.. beh non forse nell'apparire (eh eh eh) ma nel modo di porsi e di essere, gentile, educato, generoso, non si è mai perso dietro le piccole cose.. (e lo pensavo già prima che mi offrisse migliaia di brioche, barrette kinder, caramelle, e qualsiasi tipo di leccornia..)

Pprrr è veramente una persona importante per me, e non glielo dico mai, non glielo dimostro mai abbastanza. Pprrr, con me, è presente e paziente, paziente e presente. Spalla su cui piangere, amico con cui scherzare, fidato consigliere, grande ascoltatore. Pprrr è la persona a cui confido paure, dubbi e debolezze perchè è l'unico, per certi versi, in grado di capirmi. (o forse l'unico che riesce ad listen to me? :))

Pprrr I want a big well, which I feel do not deserve a well done small and large gestures of attention. Pprrr is a disillusioned dreamer who is afraid of not being remembered, who suffers from not having enough happy memories, which is yielding to the belief that something good can no longer happen.

Pprrr has stopped trying, and now expect, perhaps, with little hope, that in the end we all want .. love ..

Pprrr insult me \u200b\u200bfor this post so personal, but I have the address book of important people for me to carry on, and I can not overlook.

I did not say many things, but infuse the know and I know him ..

Pprrr PS I miss you ...

PPS Women, try the "form" of Pprrr and surely you will be satisfied! ;)

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Watch Movies From External Drive On Tv

Compleanno.. in 3 parti!

Yes, October 13th was my birthday (the next one will celebrate at least between 2 / 3 years) this time I said to myself "why celebrate one day when I can do more parties?" and so it was. I celebrated 3 times! :) No

Celebration 1

This was the real party, there is nothing to be surprised like last year, with 30 invited to the halfway point, but something more intimate with their closest friends. Unfortunately, some friends, and delinquent children sick because I am not able to come (true Ery, Ele, and Sam Worth?) But make up .. We went to Osteria

Opium, as the name says it all, a place where I had been several years ago and more recently, on the occasion of farewell hen Nuccia.

We ate, drank, danced and sang (yes there was also a karaoke (yes, I sang I)), although I do not love the Karaoke was a really nice evening, so that we have closed the restaurant. .

Thanks for the wonderful evening friends .. Here are some photos ..

No Celebration 2

On the very day of my birthday with Fabio and dad went to the Bay to take the pizza and then travel home to celebrate with you Erika and Stella.

I blew out the candles (when too many years have reduced to a single candle) and we had a good chat, between a scream and the other stars .. :)

Thanks Erika!
PS Notice how in his "home" Fabio dressed as Uncle ..

Celebration No.3

discarded all the gifts .. I realize that a missing .. that of Fabio, who promptly tells me that his gift is not anything useless, but something to do with the week after my birthday .. and will be a surprise.

Throughout the week, I ask questions, torn between curiosity and the desire to not ruin the surprise .. I think a dinner, a weekend, an evening at the theater .. none of this, a real surprise! I never expected him to be such a sacrifice!

On Saturday morning, I still do not know what to expect in the evening, I just know that I should not dress so elegant .. Saturday night I sense that this is a gig .. and I shudder ..
Considering that when I talk about music, generally, do not listen to me or listen to me in part, may be his impression on the name of a group that maybe I spoke to him instead because I was shit .. Panic!

resist the temptation to go on the internet .. and got into the car, Fabio, very nicely gives me a newspaper article, with photos of Ornella Vanoni in concert that night in Milan .. but no helmet ..
arrive at Rolling Stone .. panic .. then I see the stands full of shirts .. Calexico !!!!! do not believe it! one of my favorite bands! (Actually I made a lot of heads with this group) and surprise surprise at the end of the concert Vinicio onstage to sing two songs!

Thanks Fabio, this year too perfect gift!

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Razer Craigslist.org

Riassunto delle puntate precedenti parte II

I'm back ..

I am tired, and probably will not post this as I wanted, but I decided to post it tonight, otherwise the risk of passing another month ..

So, let the stories are serious .. In early September I started to look for work, initially slowly, then .. I practically spam with cv.

I started working Monday, September 8, thanks to Christine, the girl Angie , I gave the cv Wednesday, Thursday interview on Friday, signing, and start Monday.

it comes to making the secretary / receptionist job for which I do not feel particularly inclined, in a company from San Donato to San Giuliano. The other secretary, Ali, was a force, nice, smart, cute .. We'll be right, but some aspects of the work I am seemed shocking .. For example, the first day I said to the Ale .. "I called the office. X saying he wants you, take you in the can, put it in a larger cup, you put the cookies and bring it to him, while Mr. Y wants the sachet with hot water at hand in the cup small, while Mr. Z wants coffee ... etc.. " Oh well. Experience nice, all things considered.

The funniest thing, however, was done in the hostesses rai, with a super blue suit with a yellow scarf, a scarf that I never knew where to store it). Virtually no did nothing. It was the wardrobe to pick up the bags and jackets to the public, it is escorted into the studio, we watched the broadcasts, is fooling around, socialize, I'll menavi with people who remain outside .. eh eh eh. In the few hours I spent there I saw the Canalis, Gene Simmons, Ron, DJ Francis, and a series of semi-famous people, of which I do not know the name. Have been carefree hours, in a festive atmosphere. I'm really sorry, now, we can not leave.

Having part-time I did a lot of other interviews, just because the pay was very low, until a temp agency called me to offer me a job seriously.

super interesting job, a company that pussy if I were to take place in forever, decent wage. This work must be mine! I begin to stress the chick dell'interinale for information, the chick I say "we have already proposed four people, two have not wanted to see a discarded because they did not seem justified, the other because he had no suitable clothes, sets, if a man would recommend a jacket and tie, ha part of the interview is in English. " Shit .. this work must, however, be mine!

look forward to your call whether I want to see, the call comes, I have an appointment Tuesday in early afternoon. Spending we sclera and trying to put down a presentation in English .. Ele call to get help from her boyfriend, Rob, who is Canadian. Monday evening Ele brings me the English version of my cv, step on Monday night and Tuesday morning Ripert phrases and sentences in English ..

Arrive half an hour before the interview, a person comes to pick me in the lobby, elevator, go down to the fourteenth floor, then climb a ladder and take a walk on the top floor, I think to myself "Sticazzi" and I strive to do jokes and seem justified, I speak with this person, then two more, the company is a maze, the job seems pretty cool. I say, "thank you, we need to see other people, we will feel, goodbye" and I "and yes, we hope to see you again." Their words seemed to me its not good ..

Thursday I called the agency's chick .. mogia voice .. "I call for that place in that society knows .. who did the interview ..?", silence," yes ..??", "chose her!"

So thank you all for your good luck .. seem to have brought good!

Friday I made the medical examinations (pure!!) And Wednesday I started.

am overjoyed. Now let's see if I renew the initial contract, which expires in a few months .. and then cross our fingers .. even cross your fingers and everything you have!

forgot, I go to the office in a jacket, pants, shirt and bag super professional! I would almost be photographed! Then, as now I also have a badge with my picture, I can tirarmela .. eh eh eh!

Forgive me for my long absence.

Kiss!

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Cincinnati Male Brazilian Wax

Riassunto delle puntate precedenti parte I

So then, here I am .. I
hiding a lot, I know, but it was a very messed up, now we hope that you have fixed everything (I'll explain in the next post) and I begin to tell you a couple of events dating back to early September.

Hen Party Nuccia:

We went to Osteria Opium (the name says it all ..) for dinner and after dinner.
It 's a pretty rough place, where dinner is truly bad, but there is much mess and after dinner dancing and singing with an embarrassing karaoke. There was already
was several times years ago and I was always very outgoing bent (and not just me) I remember friends who crawl under the tables, people who ambush, the war with meatballs, strange dances, disturbing characters, bottles of limoncello that turned, crowded and things like that:)
The evening was very fun, but challenging loooong, I tell you that there were only three bachelor parties, birthdays of two tables where they were virtually almost all men and a small table in the middle of the room We were sitting where you are. We had no peace!
I was locked in a bathroom with a groom in his underwear, photographed with the friends who have tried making me drink to get drunk all (with me they fall ill), every time I got to take a picture wherever I was dragged to the room and forced me to dance the usual Latin dances. Every time I would send all the Nuccia but, they glared at him and my little respite lasted ..
E 'was a beautiful evening and we enjoyed a lot, I recommend the place if you want to spend a hilarious evening, without being pretentious.

Marriage of Helen and David

A week after the hen there was the wedding. Basically it rained until we entered the church, then stopped and the sun miraculously came out. The dress was beautiful Nuccia and she was super forma! Peccato aver perso l'entrata in chiesa della sposa.. ma esiste un matrimonio che inizia cinque minuti prima dell'orario previsto????!
Il rinfresco e la cena sono stati davvero ottimi, in particolare ho apprezzato i confetti alla mela verde e gli gnocchi alla crema di piselli con scaglie di tartufo.. fantastici!
Dopo cena abbiamo aperto le danze ci siamo lanciati in balli scatenati coinvolgendo anche gli altri invitati. Intanto fuori calava il freddo, infatti tutte le donzelle, compresa la sposa, si son fatte prestare la giacca dai loro gentilissimi accompagnatori.
Bella giornata!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Mount And Blade Error

Sono un po' incasinata..

No, I moved to Mexico ..
Yes, I'm still alive ..

'm just a little 'messed up ..

meanwhile you do me a good luck for one important thing ..
I'll tell you ..!

you soon!

Monday, August 18, 2008

Grade Three Shoulder Arthritis

air conditioning, American and local

A ltra hysterical laughter, but we sit next to suffer the heat all'ubriacone. The bartender comes to meet us and turn the air conditioning, which gives us two beautiful fans - that are distributed as flyers on the street - embarrassed that we can not refuse.

The evening is falling rapidly along with the voice of the old man who insists on singing the equivalent of Japan's "Little Black Face", but suddenly is the twist: chicken comes another stranger! The usual guests are surprised and start looking at the circus presentations Raki, beer that does not order but that is in front and the fan / airconditioning.

But if I manage to carve and Gu a bit 'privacy, the new acquisition is completely at the mercy of our surroundings. Considering that the restaurant does not offer many distractions - the old was gone just finished singing his song - we put fun to watch the lone tourist, but do not try to help. Try to get his facts clearly and curses to be entered, but the other guy does not give him peace and urges him on with his harangue.

pity by the spectacle that appears before me, I break the ice and speak to me. Turns out he is American - no one knows exactly where, saying only that the Americans are Americans whether they are from California or Missouri - he lived the last year Seoul and took advantage of the holidays to make a jump in Japan. Arrived from Japan just two days on the ground had already had occasion to visit Tokyo and had fled willingly, because he was scared of everything and everyone - as I understand it! -.

That is not very smart to me shows a little later, asking, "You know of a nice little place here in Kyoto later in the evening go?" The innocence with which asked the question to answer me from evil, but I think to myself: "beautify! But I think if I knew him m'avresti found in this c ** o! hole?"

After the beer - always on an empty stomach - we go after we took yet another bucket of ice water: 1600 yen for two beers! Sigh!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

How Do I Add Fingerprints To My Thinkpad

kyoto, dinners and Raki

L in the first half of my actual holiday is Kyoto. Gu and I arrive there with a shinkansen in the late afternoon, just before dinner. Japanese dinner time mean, then 6:30 to 7:00, when all the restaurants are full of people with sticks in hand.

About eight o'clock, when placed in our small but well organized ryokan ( りおかん , the typical small hotels in traditional Japanese style), we begin to wander through the narrow streets around the station. Although it may seem strange on how much local we meet, we must hurry to decide which local sit down, mainly for two reasons: First, many restaurants close early, often around 10:30, and as if that were not enough signs displaying completely written in kanji - numerals -, which leaves little hope of finding an understandable menu once inside.

About ten o'clock we still have empty stomachs, but we decide to go in the only place that displays signs in English that read "beer and sake" - because you know that in Japan, these niches are a valid alternative to restaurants, providing food in generous portions at moderate prices -.

A little house insulated with a low door, the usual red lanterns lit everywhere, signs with pictures and English names seem to do the True Believer. From the two windows one can see the lights dim and out of fun laughing, some singing, a light of television suggests the presence of a karaoke machine. Given the premise that we can not enter.

pulled through the front door waiting for us a very bad surprise! A closet that will not be larger than four square feet includes: a bar with five - say five! - Stools, a television - probably the first model in color - a light bulb without chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a karaoke machine with a dozen medieval songs, a shelf covered with bottles of sake, and, above all, an old woman who used to drink two Japanese men drunk on the same age as the bartender.

I'm about to burst into a fit of hysterical tears when one of our customers extends two stools, and began to sciorinare all English words that come to mind - of course no logical relationship and a bad decision -. After the bartender serves us two beers frosts that we had not ordered, our new friend starts to present the room in detail. He laughs, looks at us, indicating the usual oriental cat with its paw raised in greeting position - or insult, I have not yet figured out - and begins with a "that is Raki, Raki cat." I strive to understand and I repeat the phrase twice more by adding a bit 'in Japanese, but the third I give him rope and laugh, nodding. I drink a sip of beer, more in empty stomach, and suddenly all the elements are in place: that ornament is a lucky cat + i do not speak Japanese well, L = meant "That is a cat Lucky."

Another hysterical laughter.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

14' Jon Boat Engineering

myths, shinkansen and delays

P rhyme bore you with the last lines on my life in Japan would like to do a little consideration and a thank you: stay away from home for four months was not all roses and flowers, but writing - as inconsistent - on this blog has helped me to keep alive a bridge with the reality that I have left and find myself, allowed me to not feel just too much and giving and receiving news from all those who have been so curious to make a detour to this address. So thank you.

After facing the popular belief of Italian Japanese accurate and organized - see previous post - I have two other debunk myths of the Rising Sun: the Japanese and attentive, that of the Japanese infallible.

The relationship with time, in fact, is one of the most paradoxical aspects of this country, if Switzerland is accurate by definition is precise and punctual, Japan it is literally, certainly due to lack of irony. It is often said "to be as precise as a Swiss watch," but the proverbs must be stopped to see the Olympics in Beijing and have certainly never taken a shinkansen ( しんかんせん , or a little fantasy "fast train"). Beyond being the jewels of technology and trends on rails at speeds up to 300 km / h, the thing that upset is that they leave on time. If we assume, at 12:31're waiting for your car it occurs in front of you - what actually happens - but five minutes of the start of yet been able to see people on the other shore, be prepared: if the the sign says' Hikari or Nozomi shift will start at 12:36 means che avete pochi istanti per veder inchiodare il vostro treno di fronte a voi, far scendere tutti i passeggeri di turno, salire con tutti i vostri bagagli e trovare il vostro posto. Alle 12:36 il treno partirà.
Tutto ciò ovviamente ha dei pro e dei contro. Uno dei tanti pro potrebbe essere Kyoto>Osaka in 11 minuti, uno dei contro coinvolge nel discorso l'infallibilità giapponese. Se un treno ritarda di pochi minuti, cosa che in Italia potrebbe essere anche una benedizione oltre che la routine, qui in Giappone siete spacciati: le coincidenze saltano, i vostri appuntamenti con loro. Vestite pure il lutto e preparatevi a fare la telefonata di scuse peggiore della vostra vita, siete in ritardo.

Siccome son stato tanto fortunato to be on vacation and not having time to be respected, I am just fun to watch the scene just described. The consequences of the calls could have been fatal. But I'm in Japan for four months, I am not surprised about anything.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Routine Gynocological Exam, Herpes?

Hara, Hara

M we select nights spent working on the computer I have earned a long absence on the blog, I've won against enormous satisfaction of academic and human resources. Urge then a quick stock of the situation and relative depth:

The course master level with Hara ended last Monday with the presentation of the project in all six professors - interesting number about five hundred students - Faculty of Design, from now on Kisode: I enter the classroom with my five companions (tesissimi!) and I find myself on a projector, a dozen seats, six sheets of paper with a list of students, six pens all lined up, six glasses and six empty bottles of water, a stopwatch and a bell. All the elements together and you will be facing a real degree committee ready and eager to listen and critique what you have to say. All of a sudden I realized the horror of my companions. What are the clock and the bell? Easy. Each student has eight minutes to expose what is my guide, not a second longer. How long it took me? 7 ' 59". L'Italia è più vicina alla Svizzera che al Giappone.
Alla fine della mia esposizione mi trovo di fronte sei bocche aperte dallo stupore per la mia presentazione - non lo dico per farmi bello, è stato quasi imbarazzante e piacevole sentirsi fare tanti complimenti - finché Hara sensei se ne esce con un " La tua presentazione è bellissima, forse più bella che il tuo progetto ". Risate. Discuto con i professori di ciò che può diventare la mia guida, e dopo una ventina di minuti che sono fuori alla cattedra me ne vado tra gli applausi di tutti. Me ne torno al mio posto, dove Hara mi regala il suo ultimo libro con tanto di dedica. Commosso.

Martedì era il torno di Printing: I hang my three posters and wait for my turn to expose. Meanwhile notice invites me to go and get my guide (that contained a few lines higher) to talk to everyone and show what a beautiful project. Bando sensei I'll be back and is more talkative than usual, and this time around with great enthusiasm translates. End of the course, cheers to all and all for the quality of work produced. Notice, however, I devoted a private comment before leaving: " I'm impressed by your ability to synthesize, learning and expression of a culture for you so far away. Thank you very much." I could not respond in kind, if not with an embarrassed and shy " ... thanks to you." Most likely I was also turned red.

Saturday comes the turn of group work: the fateful Infomuseum. Two nights spent in the company of three sciamanna Japanese did not know which way to turn, so much fun, so much despair ... in short, a lot of experience. Like any group work - but not just add - you end to do everything possible just a few minutes before our turn. About Us Hara clothes to all four the same, the same T-shirt silk-screen printed by me and Ippei, same pins prepared at night, and eighteen posters. Hara says the work " Marco, there is clearly a strong influence on your style, very clear and very clean. I really like." Questa volta però non sono per niente d'accordo, ma i complimenti me li prendo lo stesso e non mi lamento; un po' di culo ogni tanto ci vuole.

I voti arriveranno a settembre per posta. Non mi importano molto, sono già contento così. Per adesso non vedo l'ora di rimettere le gambe sotto la mia scrivania del mio adorato Labo.

Ah! Ho finito gli esami, tutti. おわった!

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Saying For Retirement Cake

band is still love, equality and diversity

S arò anche dall'altra parte del mondo, ma delle costanti meta-culturali riesco a trovarle facilmente. Al di là di mere questioni tecniche che superano le barriere estetiche - vedi Masuda e i suoi loghi che non sono loghi - sembra proprio che l'amore face losing their heads in these islands of earthquake victims.

is the case of Akama, a fugitive for nearly two weeks before because of an unidentified disease state and then absent without justification. To me this seems much easier than it wants to hide: he found a girl, very bad for the record. Wednesday A few ago I was to say, all ringalluzzito, who on Friday was a real 'date' with the girl - to be cynical that they do not know the true meaning - and, incidentally, does not appear on the Saturday after our meeting and even lesson - in case you had missed class on Saturday and I said in the same sentence! -. Ok, the first steps! But let me at the mercy of Ippei, who can not make a decision that is not even a beat - I have not yet but soon I could get there - and Masuda, who first said something sensible and then fires three colossal crap, I do not feel anything good! Also because time is running out and we're not taking a step forward that way. If these do not give a move soon I become Karate Kid, and place them for the holidays before he does with us Hara.

Just about Japanese moves, last night, David has finally taken the form of "beautiful Japan which are all good and all beautiful and Hanoi is always right." I think he finally realized that many people we work with have great limits. Let me explain: in the past few months I spent here I have done nothing but to notice all the rules and pressures faced by all Japanese, from the sweeper to the head of the company, either because courtesy training, either by culture, either by statute. To us this seems like a great Italian restraint, almost un'annullamento of our creative disorder, but for a Japanese is not only the norm, is the only way to do things. Let me give an example: If you are driving your car while you are on a drum track and you're just across the street, we moved to the other lane and drive. In the worst case in Italy we can also pass on the sidewalk, but the concept is the same. Here in Japan is different: The rule says that your car must stay on the right track, so expect a Japanese real estate as long as the bin moves. Point. There is no way to continue, there is no way to circumvent the rules! Even the Japanese can think of to overcome, because no one taught it to him! There is no rule that tells him. Beyond the parable, the concept is simple: live here surrounded by so many rules that are to be released soon - even to invent new rules - do not know where to start.

Believe me, this is the hardest thing to accept and understand here in Japan for an Italian.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Minnesota Fats Slate Pool Table 1970s

blank page syndrome

A mmetto that after able to write with some consistency, I now find myself unwilling to face these few pixels # ffffff. We feel the same, starting with small things, the weather here is technically disgusting: it goes from hot humid summer days and sultry to endless hours of rain and dark gray with a speed worthy of shinkansen.

Taken from a few seconds of hot week I rushed to the hairdresser to thin out the aliens and curly hair. Do not think however that it was easy, because if you do not already know as they say in Italy I want to mention it here while I'm old you look behind 3 cm lens with 8 pairs of scissors in hand! University ID photo in my hand - nothing better available - and away we go. I'm not shaved for over a month and when I left I had a beard longer hair ... What surprised me though was the attention to detail that the couple - husband and wife - put in serving the customer before me: I am stuck in the shop for 45 minutes - in which I took down all the Buddhas from Nirvana - to see how the old man before me did you put in the fold of the hair 1.5 cm. When he left I had a hair out of place!

Also noteworthy are the nights of university work which begin to alternate. After two weeks in which to give birth to an idea, at midnight before the delivery I did not have anything yet for the head. Taken from hysteria and despair begin to make the first str ta **** that comes to mind. Printing and binding for the chapter I just have to raise an altar to Ippei, more gentle and patient than ever with a job that I would not have given half a chance to sound decent. Do you want paper, you want the pretty colors, you want the Holy Spirit, but later in class with only 5 minutes late and a booklet that has made the terrible figure ... Will you continue to not consider it a masterpiece, but this announcement sensei does not need to know.

For those curious about the progress of the Broken Museum, will not proceed. The project resulted in an (apparently) final Info Museum, but major problems of communication are interposed between me and my stubborn fellow, Masuda- kun (kun as smaller) in the head. I apologize but I do not rub the characters as if they were to hang clothes and do not use blank lines to make a great logo. Throttling.

PS worthy of attention: the mad murderer Akihabara most likely will be hanged. Death penalty very much "alive" in the Japan Civil Aviation.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Nadine Jansen Pic Blog

Hiro, photography and crazy

S Trano true but I can also go out at night. Not that I went somewhere - if not in the usual barettino of Takanodai - but at least I'm not a hermit life, and most importantly do with the social life of the Japanese. The opportunity presents itself with a call from Alicia - Aimed at the "Italian duo, even if David felt excluded - to join her after dinner at his meeting with Hiro: done deal!

The meeting comes in a somewhat 'concerned, given that Alicia must find accommodation for August in Tokyo for themselves and their luggage, plus interesting problem myself. As agreed arrival after forty minutes and I joined the waiter "points to the table where I was sitting. But what do you know I'm not alone!? Just because it is strange to see a Westerner all alone!? The second strange feeling was very European handshake with which Hiro gave me the welcome. I do not know if there are only very tentative or shake hands as a greeting is not customary, but it made me very happy. I felt a bit 'less out of touch.

Hiro is obviously very rich family, and you can tell by the kind of life that says, traveling extensively throughout the world, knows a lot of interesting people and it "knows" many other more intimately, he scattered houses the globe, but especially - and I assure you that leaves you flabbergasted - he speaks English, French, German and a little 'to say the least perfect English. The ease with which switches from English to Japanese is astounding, and after you drink a beer and sake, it is even more impressive. Without this little hat, Hiro is a photographer very interesting. He knows the technique but focuses on the idea behind the film, which, it says, is a very hot topic here at Musab - and throughout Japan, mainly due to the absence of a genuine tradition.

talk of high level with a high level of alcohol in the body, but what I saw Alicia and the return was true, walking beside the river that takes us home we see something moving on the path, we curious and turn that thing does the same. It will be a cat! It was not a cat, but a rate - or a raccoon, I am not been there to "make a documentary! - Who went happily to hunt at night. We can see with eyes that seemed to ask whether we in turn, e se ne va strafottente. Strani incontri in quel di Tokyo.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

Bow And Arrowsimple Balloon Game[old]

rates, and European roppongi

alias: coltelli per tutti*

D opo che mi avete contattato in metà di mille per chiedermi se sto bene, la risposta ufficiale è: si, sto bene - divertente come sappiate prima di me cosa succede qui a Tokyo ! -, ma se posso permettermi un breve commento, non mi capacito di come quel pazzo sia riuscito ad investire solo tre poveri cristia... ehm... scintoisti!

Parlando di università le cose vanno benone: il museo scelto alla fine è stato quello dei nomi, previa sostanziale modifica di progetto tramutata in the museum, including exhibitions of weird ones that we like brainy designer - thanks anyway for the opinions, I also would have chosen the Broken Museum -. In this week of silence I had time to even know the names of my two companions Akama - bespectacled little in love with me - and Masuda - bassist with zeppole and pearl buttons - both to be called with the suffix - kun, as younger than me. Unfortunately, as the teachers call me Mar ( u) ko, unlike all other known last name, no one here gives me the senpai (senior fellow, ergo: worthy of respect!). The minimum account

formal and each has manifested towards me at its peak when Akama, in the company of a Japanese girl, asked me to "beat five." I remain appalled and wonder if I'm kidding, but after three minutes in which the fixed, unmoving and smiling with his hand up I decided to "grant" the fateful gesture ... How ever I did! What it is repeated the next day, attended by Ippei Masuda and that taken from delirium gaijin following suit with his hands up ... I would have slapped all.

But on Sunday comes early and with it my gitarella in-port in Tokyo: the goal is planned and the Mori Museum in Roppongi. In the two hours of travel I lose at least three times, but I can always make me a Japanese struggled to understand and find the right way. The tallest building in Tokyo provides a magnificent view of the metropolis, and as you can see what is breathtaking: the city is endless in every direction there are only buildings, houses, roads, railways ... an ant that knows no limit. The Museum hosted a retrospective on the other hand, Turner Prize, whose winners are artists such as Damien Hirst. Of this "artist" - I side of those who do not consider it such - were exposed only a vitamin-ello and muc-ca, and if you present the works you can understand why her writing is just that way. retching and step through, looking a shrug. Always

to talk about serious things I really hope that tonight - 4:45 local - the TBS transmits Italy - Netherlands. I am still Italian, not!

* title on request.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Sprite Sheets Of Clothes

karaoke , walk and Ueno

S Abbot evening and I need a break. Working with the cast of Tokyo, Milan and New York all together, too. David offers to go out with his friends and not do too many stories even if they bring me to karaoke. Funny, yes, but only if you can sing, which is not really in my comfort zone.

Beyond my (dis) abilities, karaoke places are pretty scary: bright, colorful, airy and spacious, but most desolate. Outside of the small numbered sticks by isolating the most chilling you can not see living soul could be like shooting for a very large hotel, with a sweet jingle of decompression, with soft carpeting underfoot ... to run indefinitely: a corridor follows the other and there is an elevator to exit. Fortunately, the nightmare ends soon when you pass the microphone ... and immediately starts another one (though I Battisti let him rest in peace, b)!

arrive early on Sunday and despite the alarm sounds long after lunch, I crew on duty and go on a trip to Ueno. Remember the park after I've been doing the ' hanabi (picnic under the cherry trees in bloom)? Exactly there, only this time there were not hordes of drunks from collapsing to make a side dish. I was not so fascinated, I admit. I had directed in that area only to see a few museums - the Tokyo National Museum to be exact - but now I find myself at the gate two guards that make me see that from 17.30 is refused entry, and guess what time it was? Of course, 17:30. That's how I immerse myself in the streets near the park, with no clear destination and without knowing what I could find / see. Fooling around, to put it stands out with his camera around his neck. The few acceptable results you can see them as usual on Flickr .

After just under an hour that I'm around I decided to return home starting at 16:00 when I arrived at 17:30 I do not think it will take me less to return. However, it is as if Milan had gone for a walk in Switzerland.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Ice Skate Sizes Verus Shoe Size

dawns, friends and museums

And tonight I also saw the sunrise. These days it happens very often. It's just like that and I do not complain even if they have boxes full of the damn delivery, it's still a fun and rewarding work.

From last Saturday I'm working for a laboratory and Ippei along with two other youngsters - one of 20 years, the other 21 - almond-shaped eyes. After a week of work is not I still remember their names, maybe because my tutor - tutor is that less and less - I wrote them in kanji, ergo I segnificano blissful. To make a brief description are two losers, but they have enthusiasm to sell and the language gap does not stop their creativity. I had a somewhat skeptical, but now I am sure we will do a great job.

About the only job I tell you that we have to invent whole cloth a museum - a word that is pronounced something like miusgium - and make the whole image, of course. Of all the wacky ideas that have come out of brainstorming, we have just made three. a) Broken Museum , b) the Blank Museum And in the end c) where Nama Museum for Japanese nama means "names". Obviously Hara to the second idea has to play more of a bell in my head, but that just feels Shiroi (white) immediately think its emptiness, and no text. The next and crucial meeting will be Monday, so we launch a micro-survey to find out what inspires you the most, assuming that I would be the first one would not see any of the three.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Master Bedroom Floor Plans

resort, ghosts and colors

S ono very full days, often boring, where I put my nose out the door the night just to eat. But when I go to universities admit that I should be quite good, both with Hara that announcement.

Monday, despite not having a lot of work for review by Hara, I went to show my small advances hoping not to get a cazziatone (in Japanese could be katsutòn ), seeking expert advice in selecting the area to work on * . The only improvement I was exposed to the research of over two hundred types of driving done for the synthesis laboratories in the Poly, as well as five pages of reflections on my now over-notes moleskine. Hara and company is very impressed by both the long list - for him incomprehensible - is the reasoning that I'm putting into the project. We talk a lot and altri compagni al tavolo ascoltano interessati, fino a quando Hara mi promette che appena avrà finito un lavoro per un resort di lusso su un'isoletta a sud del Giappone, mi manderà una copia del progetto via mail e vorrebbe che ne facessi uno sulla falsariga per conto mio. Non ho capito se intendesse l'hotel o il progetto, ma ho sorriso entusiasta. Settimana prossima inoltre mi porterà anche una copia in inglese del suo ultimo libro, che viene pubblicato proprio in questi giorni.

Martedì invece ho presentato il mio poster a Bando e alla classe di tipografia. Ippei era assente e io mi sono appellato al gentilissimo Shoutaro, che broccolava con le studentesse più giovani e soggette al fascino del senpai ( せんぱい , the larger company). Made to him to note the evidence of his attitude, and called to order to translate everything, I replied that he seems to see me as the ghost of Sylvia and began immediately to be my interpreter.
Before starting the various shows everyone had to have 5 votes to express their preference, and to my great joy and satisfaction I have reached a total of 10 votes, finishing sixth in the first poster hung on more than 40. But the joy is immediately contained by Bando sensei, asking me to present in Japanese. Pa ni co. I am convinced - it took me a little - that I could not do it, and try to make best use of my three minutes. My job however he likes it so much that we begin to debate for over half an hour I made use of color and meaning that I attach. In short: in Japan, the gray hardly expresses sadness, but more often indicates intelligence, always keeping in mind that there is never clear meaning for the colors. I end up exhausted the conversation, but in private remedy compliments from Bando sensei, who adds that he would be happy to see further progress in the course of everything extreme.

Yatta!

* Hara practically forced me to work on and Takanodai Kokubunji, laughing at the vastness of Tokyo than in all European cities. Thanks anyway for the advice you gave in the survey.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Ponderosa Trailer Reviews

Sokka! dinner, half-blood and nerd and job satisfaction

L 'only event worthy of note this week was the dinner with those of Sokka! , an academic group that is responsible for forming relationships between all those who are not Japanese but who go to Musab. As the European contingent had no desire to put his nose out of the house, except David always full of enthusiasm for such matters, the evening was certainly the best in terms of companionship and fun when we're here, certainly merit of our own fuller understanding of Japan.

Alicia has also not failed to do his usual embarrassing figures, which has often been difficult to overcome and throw a joke. Earlier this evening, all around the plate than usual okonomiyaki in embarrassed silence, our French girl, intrigued by the mysterious origin of the head of the table, when addressed, asking his name. Brian - very little Asian name - only served to fuel the coquetry of Alicia, who comes out with a " Ah, but then you are not entirely Japanese! . By itself, the phrase does not contain anything offensive, at least for a Western conversation, but ... but we are in Japan and obviously dropped a veil of shame in the eyes of the poor Brian and who was sitting next to Japanese. You may not know it, as certainly did not know Alicia, being "half-blood" is not just a virtue here in Japan, very proud of his purity. Luckily for everybody, laugh and throw it on the thing forgotten past.

Continuing the night Alicia and I find confirmation of this paradox in Chris - boy from California who studied painting - who has lived here for four years. But with the Anglophone Alicia plays his second figure of shit of the night. "You computer studies, right?! " she begins " no," he replies laconically. " ah, maybe because I was convinced of it?! " ... he was dressed in a plaid shirt with short sleeves, tie unwatchable with paramecia of green and purple, and he missed only his glasses. "Maybe because they are fully dressed as a nerd "he says self-mocking him. Alicia was sinking, and I was embarrassed for her.

The biggest fool But Alicia has to do with the atomic bomb (!), but this I will tell the story alive.

Friday, May 23, 2008

How Much Do Dryers Weigh

S ono full days of work and with little to say. The only thing of note is do a big job - for a big score! - increasingly coming to the end really gives great satisfaction. Unfortunately you have to pay the costs are primarily social - barricaded in the house is not very nice to repay the sacrifice, but we think the pay day!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Should You Have White Cm Before Period?

night, adjectives and print

L to yesterday seemed endless, especially for the number of commitments I had and I had to prepare, first of all the posters In the course of a print shop, for which I was forced to book the press a week before delivery, while second test was the Japanese do on 70 adjectives.

Ippei Although I have to help me, I learned not too fidarmene in terms of honest opinions - often told me that something was going well and the end was not so - so I decided to throw myself headlong into libroni up Typographic grids than thirty years ago, and it seems to have given as slow i suoi frutti. Scelgo un tema che mi abbastanza familiare, come a molti lettori di questo blog: 1984 di George Orwell. Scegli la griglia, il font, l'immagine, i colori e finalmente all'alba - è davvero il caso di dirlo visto che il sole è già alto alle 5:00 - salvo il mio file pronto per la stampa. Andrà bene al temibile Bando sensei? Lo saprò solo fra sette giorni.

All'ora di pranzo me ne vado tutto solo in mensa sperando di potermi gustare il mio piattone di curry in santa pace, ma incontro Davide con Koutaro, che mi lanciano nello sconforto chiedendomi degli aggettivi a caso ai quali so rispondere solo per 2/3 delle domande. Le prospettive non sono delle più rosee, ma essendo un test confido Professor of indulgence - read in luck - do not ask me that all the adjectives and seventies.
arrive in the classroom, delivery of the paper. Guess how many were there? 70. ç§§*! In the end I leave in little more than a dozen white ... not bad for having studied them in two days, no?!

end of the lesson and I sling printing. But I have a problem: in Europe we have a different color profile, how to set it?! But most of all: how to ask to set it?! Shoutaro fortunately for me it helps me and provides a test print for color ... Wait 20 minutes and my poster is in my hands! Printed in large format always satisfaction. Unfortunately for me nobody knows 1984, until the cow-boy dark beckons me to meet him. "Did you like the book?" I ask. "I saw the movie." he says, without answering the question.