Hurrah
This blog has closed down and moved elsewhere.
has long felt the wind of change: that is why I made up my things, I have boxes of clothes and the returnees are ready to go.
These four years together were unforgettable. Together with my mom, I mean, and the cat. I loved living together, although now I get to live alone. We will meet
certainly in some brothel network forgotten by God and men. But if you want to be sure of hitting amazing in my next blog, you can send me an application on stamped paper here and I will send you the link.
As they say in these cases, joyously greeting each with a warm and reassuring goodbye.
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Can I Get Pregnant On Prom
True love
The most enduring relationship of love and satisfaction I've had in recent years has been that with the Internet.
Our history is studded with wonderful moments and romantic. The first time I sailed, for example, was the feast of the Unit of Modena, in 1996, in a semi-deserted station set up in the middle of a field. I had a booklet on his knees on the WWW came attached with the Republic, and tried to figure out what a particular search engine and search for exactly what I needed. That night I used Altavista: I shudder at the very thought.
Then, the University There he made available a small laboratory, where we could make our trials and our research in complete privacy. By myself I learned to use explorer and email, while someone taught me that there were also Netscape and Eudora (I am the Mago) and that the Internet could be a place with many facets.
In 1999, the turning point coming in my first year out of the course, instead of rushing to the thesis I decided to add another exam and attended a series of lessons to learn how to make websites.
Websites I never learned to make them seriously, on the other hand that course made me become a neat freak and he gave me the tools to harass all computer technicians with whom I worked later.
Since then, the Internet has been my companion, my friend and ally: the first time I earned bucks for sounding compared to the fifties, but that we do not understand one iota who ran businesses, I was a guru, then I allowed to communicate with my friends who live in quintillion miles from me, making me feel less lonely and isolated, and finally allowed me to learn things that I did not know, for the most part, perhaps, useless things, but that did not know .
With time and disuse, I forgot most of the things he learned one day: for this, who could x-ray my thoughts today would be abandoned and nebulous concepts such as FTP, CGI-BIN, data packet, client-server and away you go. However, whenever I needed to change the template of a blog or page of a site after three or four attempts I've always done: they are rewarding.
The most enduring relationship of love and satisfaction I've had in recent years has been that with the Internet.
Our history is studded with wonderful moments and romantic. The first time I sailed, for example, was the feast of the Unit of Modena, in 1996, in a semi-deserted station set up in the middle of a field. I had a booklet on his knees on the WWW came attached with the Republic, and tried to figure out what a particular search engine and search for exactly what I needed. That night I used Altavista: I shudder at the very thought.
Then, the University There he made available a small laboratory, where we could make our trials and our research in complete privacy. By myself I learned to use explorer and email, while someone taught me that there were also Netscape and Eudora (I am the Mago) and that the Internet could be a place with many facets.
In 1999, the turning point coming in my first year out of the course, instead of rushing to the thesis I decided to add another exam and attended a series of lessons to learn how to make websites.
Websites I never learned to make them seriously, on the other hand that course made me become a neat freak and he gave me the tools to harass all computer technicians with whom I worked later.
Since then, the Internet has been my companion, my friend and ally: the first time I earned bucks for sounding compared to the fifties, but that we do not understand one iota who ran businesses, I was a guru, then I allowed to communicate with my friends who live in quintillion miles from me, making me feel less lonely and isolated, and finally allowed me to learn things that I did not know, for the most part, perhaps, useless things, but that did not know .
With time and disuse, I forgot most of the things he learned one day: for this, who could x-ray my thoughts today would be abandoned and nebulous concepts such as FTP, CGI-BIN, data packet, client-server and away you go. However, whenever I needed to change the template of a blog or page of a site after three or four attempts I've always done: they are rewarding.
My Jeff Hardy Hairstyle
wild beasts
The Wildlife Photographer of the Year is José Luis Rodríguez. How long must have been lying in wait to take a picture like that?
If ever we were around the table, I could explain the as photographing the herons.

The Wildlife Photographer of the Year is José Luis Rodríguez. How long must have been lying in wait to take a picture like that?
If ever we were around the table, I could explain the as photographing the herons.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
70s Movies Short Shorts On Men
Redevelopment
Hunter,
just walking around the field to camouflage your rifle shouldered long barrel, and your beautiful tawny-haired dog patrolling the turf in search of prey immediately after killing because, with all that equipment color underbrush, do not you go to upgrading and mushrooms?
Hunter,
just walking around the field to camouflage your rifle shouldered long barrel, and your beautiful tawny-haired dog patrolling the turf in search of prey immediately after killing because, with all that equipment color underbrush, do not you go to upgrading and mushrooms?
Monday, October 12, 2009
High School Wild Party
All kind of roses
Happiness can come suddenly, on a cold day in early autumn.
Today, for me, came at 18:44, while stationed in a parking lot waiting to enter the gym. Enclosed within
clio, which protects me and made me feel part of something (I-e-la-Clio), killing time listening to Caterpillar and welcoming than it was just a great radio program, rich in content and interesting ideas.
At one point playing this song "All kind of Roses" by Yusuf Islam (when I was younger was Cat Stevens and now goes around makeup Bin Laden) and the sky was so clear and full of high hopes that for a moment I felt happy.
Then the song ended and happiness as well. I got in the gym, I wore overalls and mime have given us in with the ballet.
Happiness can come suddenly, on a cold day in early autumn.
Today, for me, came at 18:44, while stationed in a parking lot waiting to enter the gym. Enclosed within
clio, which protects me and made me feel part of something (I-e-la-Clio), killing time listening to Caterpillar and welcoming than it was just a great radio program, rich in content and interesting ideas.
At one point playing this song "All kind of Roses" by Yusuf Islam (when I was younger was Cat Stevens and now goes around makeup Bin Laden) and the sky was so clear and full of high hopes that for a moment I felt happy.
Then the song ended and happiness as well. I got in the gym, I wore overalls and mime have given us in with the ballet.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Best Tv For Motorhome
Mathematics proportions
him, driving a Porsche Cayenne
with the arm resting out the open window, I turn over in trumpeting to tell you that I go too slowly, which sends a text message on her way to a hundred per hour, which puts his nose, thinking that the tinted glass to protect it from prying eyes, which stops in the middle of the road to talk to a motorist's friend, who SGAS - stopped at traffic lights - if the pedestrian crossing passes a woman.
If math serves me right proportions, should have a pea to about 1.3 cm.
him, driving a Porsche Cayenne
with the arm resting out the open window, I turn over in trumpeting to tell you that I go too slowly, which sends a text message on her way to a hundred per hour, which puts his nose, thinking that the tinted glass to protect it from prying eyes, which stops in the middle of the road to talk to a motorist's friend, who SGAS - stopped at traffic lights - if the pedestrian crossing passes a woman.
If math serves me right proportions, should have a pea to about 1.3 cm.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Staph Infection On Belly Button
When no water
Have you ever noticed how uncomfortable when we interrupt the water supply? We wander around the house dried up, just because we had some tea, or were about to wash a dish or it was time to give water to plants, or worse, we are soapy, but we did not have time to rinse.
When the water finally starts to get out of our taps, we feel enthusiastic, successful and full of gratitude for having escaped danger: that of being deprived of something we used to have and that we take for granted.
It 's only when we try to stand for ten minutes without something we established that the attention it deserves. The rest of the time, we do not even notice. What are the things that are part of our daily lives and that we take for granted?
I can think of only a few: the freedom to express their opinions, the ability to move around by car, train or plane, or the affection of their mother's partner, the heating on cold evenings' Winter, cinema, internet, the opportunity to study, have shoes, you can go to a restaurant.
Here, I think, when we are on the verge of a nervous breakdown because our train is late, or because for some reason we can not go on vacation, when the hysteria graze because the ADSL is not working or because you downloaded the phone, we should do a deep breath and rethink the quality of our needs and our desires.
Have you ever noticed how uncomfortable when we interrupt the water supply? We wander around the house dried up, just because we had some tea, or were about to wash a dish or it was time to give water to plants, or worse, we are soapy, but we did not have time to rinse.
When the water finally starts to get out of our taps, we feel enthusiastic, successful and full of gratitude for having escaped danger: that of being deprived of something we used to have and that we take for granted.
It 's only when we try to stand for ten minutes without something we established that the attention it deserves. The rest of the time, we do not even notice. What are the things that are part of our daily lives and that we take for granted?
I can think of only a few: the freedom to express their opinions, the ability to move around by car, train or plane, or the affection of their mother's partner, the heating on cold evenings' Winter, cinema, internet, the opportunity to study, have shoes, you can go to a restaurant.
Here, I think, when we are on the verge of a nervous breakdown because our train is late, or because for some reason we can not go on vacation, when the hysteria graze because the ADSL is not working or because you downloaded the phone, we should do a deep breath and rethink the quality of our needs and our desires.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Dirt Inbetween Breast
Torino
Turin is a fabulous city. I fell in love this weekend and more than anything want to go live immediately.
I have conquered the romantic corners, hills with villas, gardens and parks on the river and the wonderful cafes from which the hot chocolate and whipped cream puffs called me loudly. I have been to
Egyptian Museum to see the mummy-cat, the crocodile-mummy-mummy and a baboon, but also papyri, olives and breads and a variety of age-old statues and beautiful cleverly frigates to the Egyptians.
The friend who was with me pointed out to me that all the tourists were morbidly drawn to bands with no mummies and skulls on their naked eyes, the orbits filled with gauze, bony hands, and residues of hair, which had a of pornography. Perhaps, looking at these former live, we enjoy feeling more alive than ever.
I was also at the Museum of Cinema I was very impressed and waiting for me with a beautiful exhibition about the manga (my mom, because they are self tonight).
Turin is a fabulous city. I fell in love this weekend and more than anything want to go live immediately.
I have conquered the romantic corners, hills with villas, gardens and parks on the river and the wonderful cafes from which the hot chocolate and whipped cream puffs called me loudly. I have been to
Egyptian Museum to see the mummy-cat, the crocodile-mummy-mummy and a baboon, but also papyri, olives and breads and a variety of age-old statues and beautiful cleverly frigates to the Egyptians.
The friend who was with me pointed out to me that all the tourists were morbidly drawn to bands with no mummies and skulls on their naked eyes, the orbits filled with gauze, bony hands, and residues of hair, which had a of pornography. Perhaps, looking at these former live, we enjoy feeling more alive than ever.
I was also at the Museum of Cinema I was very impressed and waiting for me with a beautiful exhibition about the manga (my mom, because they are self tonight).
Monday, September 28, 2009
Who Is Notified When You Remove A Tag
Friends Love Line
Today we talk about masturbation.
The solitary masturbation is practice that sees us laugh out loud every time we make a good joke. The eroticism is
experience fairly widespread among humans have a sense of humor and is virtually harmless.
However, masturbation can become pathological whenever we find ourselves laughing at themselves, and out of context, thinking about something funny that we said some time ago. At that point, usually, there is a loop in front of us asking us "fuck you laughing?" and may even trigger a mechanism of violence underground.
The council, in such cases is to breathe deeply with the diaphragm and to divert attention, thinking about the money they owe taxes.
Today we talk about masturbation.
The solitary masturbation is practice that sees us laugh out loud every time we make a good joke. The eroticism is
experience fairly widespread among humans have a sense of humor and is virtually harmless.
However, masturbation can become pathological whenever we find ourselves laughing at themselves, and out of context, thinking about something funny that we said some time ago. At that point, usually, there is a loop in front of us asking us "fuck you laughing?" and may even trigger a mechanism of violence underground.
The council, in such cases is to breathe deeply with the diaphragm and to divert attention, thinking about the money they owe taxes.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Which Bus Numbur Go Saidapet To Stellamarris
Smile dumb
few days ago I happened to stroll from there, a stock of recycled things where my mom she is a volunteer. I've brought a couple of broken screens for PC, hoping that their engineers are able to repair them and resell them. The proceeds of the objects will be adjusted and re-sold to fund a project in Sri Lanka.
When I arrived I was greeted by a boy amber skin, which helped me to download the screen.
The boy working there as a handyman, and Sinhalese and is deaf and dumb. The funny thing is that my mother speaks to him as if he felt fine. When I arrived, in fact, said "she's my daughter." Obviously, he did not hear a fucking thing I just wanted to point out. To make them understand the concept, at that moment it seemed relevant, I and my mom we approached, we hugged and we showed our likeness.
Me and my mom, in fact, we are alike in many ways. We have the same smile, same eyes, and the same character as shit: idealistic, uncompromising, edgy and prone asociality. But she is driven by a healthy pragmatism, which usually appreciated by most, but I am looking and wankers.
The boy, when neighbors saw us, smiled and mentioned a nod. Then went to bring the screens inside the warehouse. Come back, to show that he understood, he has smiling look at and picked up his arms like rocking a baby. I was excited.
few days ago I happened to stroll from there, a stock of recycled things where my mom she is a volunteer. I've brought a couple of broken screens for PC, hoping that their engineers are able to repair them and resell them. The proceeds of the objects will be adjusted and re-sold to fund a project in Sri Lanka.
When I arrived I was greeted by a boy amber skin, which helped me to download the screen.
The boy working there as a handyman, and Sinhalese and is deaf and dumb. The funny thing is that my mother speaks to him as if he felt fine. When I arrived, in fact, said "she's my daughter." Obviously, he did not hear a fucking thing I just wanted to point out. To make them understand the concept, at that moment it seemed relevant, I and my mom we approached, we hugged and we showed our likeness.
Me and my mom, in fact, we are alike in many ways. We have the same smile, same eyes, and the same character as shit: idealistic, uncompromising, edgy and prone asociality. But she is driven by a healthy pragmatism, which usually appreciated by most, but I am looking and wankers.
The boy, when neighbors saw us, smiled and mentioned a nod. Then went to bring the screens inside the warehouse. Come back, to show that he understood, he has smiling look at and picked up his arms like rocking a baby. I was excited.
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K-shirt
I have a K-shirt. It is not a normal shirt, t-shirt is my karma.
Founded as an ordinary fruit, the white shirt-K has been submitted by the expert hands of my best friend to the technique of batik, also called "technical vomiting" for clear references to the results of the designs of certain movements when gastric exaggerates with drinking.
The K-90 shirt is a piece of my wardrobe and unpresentable: it has a pale peach background and patches of color also faded and thrown here and there, in strictly random order. When I wear my K-shirt erotic potential has a peak down and bystanders, especially in the person of my mother, horrified.
At this point you understand that for me the K-shirt is not just a shirt, is a state of mind: why have not the heart to throw it away and, indeed, take it with me in all my adventures.
Two days ago I started ballet and I was flipping through the photos I shot last year in class, I realized that the photographer came the only day I wore the shirt of karma, that the bar takes up his figure .
year, then, in Abruzzo, someone also told me: "how do you give that color! "And I'm still here I'm wondering if it was a compliment or a jack ass.
I have a K-shirt. It is not a normal shirt, t-shirt is my karma.
Founded as an ordinary fruit, the white shirt-K has been submitted by the expert hands of my best friend to the technique of batik, also called "technical vomiting" for clear references to the results of the designs of certain movements when gastric exaggerates with drinking.
The K-90 shirt is a piece of my wardrobe and unpresentable: it has a pale peach background and patches of color also faded and thrown here and there, in strictly random order. When I wear my K-shirt erotic potential has a peak down and bystanders, especially in the person of my mother, horrified.
At this point you understand that for me the K-shirt is not just a shirt, is a state of mind: why have not the heart to throw it away and, indeed, take it with me in all my adventures.
Two days ago I started ballet and I was flipping through the photos I shot last year in class, I realized that the photographer came the only day I wore the shirt of karma, that the bar takes up his figure .
year, then, in Abruzzo, someone also told me: "how do you give that color! "And I'm still here I'm wondering if it was a compliment or a jack ass.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Frost Bite On Dog Paw
Out! Survival
We go out and meet me, we feel that there is always a bit 'out of place, that we are never quite nice and toned We do not have a social status.
Turn off your computer, we leave our dark dens and carry around our face without hiding behind a screen for us timid screen is a nice invention, but sometimes, if we are not careful, it can distort relationships and a reality show a little distorted.
Come on in the world to meet people who are different from us: smile close to our bus, they lower their guns and masks. Let's face, looking into his eyes, without being ashamed because we scrausi hair or because we are not quite as bright as our partner.
look at the other, acknowledge ourselves insecure in their small gestures: adjusted his glasses, looking to move elsewhere, lighting a cigarette.
After all, we're just frightened creatures who would be part of something, do it!
ok, come on, guys, I said mine. Now everyone on facebook.
We go out and meet me, we feel that there is always a bit 'out of place, that we are never quite nice and toned We do not have a social status.
Turn off your computer, we leave our dark dens and carry around our face without hiding behind a screen for us timid screen is a nice invention, but sometimes, if we are not careful, it can distort relationships and a reality show a little distorted.
Come on in the world to meet people who are different from us: smile close to our bus, they lower their guns and masks. Let's face, looking into his eyes, without being ashamed because we scrausi hair or because we are not quite as bright as our partner.
look at the other, acknowledge ourselves insecure in their small gestures: adjusted his glasses, looking to move elsewhere, lighting a cigarette.
After all, we're just frightened creatures who would be part of something, do it!
ok, come on, guys, I said mine. Now everyone on facebook.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
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It was a massacre. Not so much the scary heights or fear of dying, even though I had, and that surprised me the attachment to life (and the rock) that was able to rip, but for the hard work.
Fatigue us wicked and makes us worse than what we already are. To me in particular is breathtaking and the chance to speak. I went up the hill in silence, knowing that I was done with drums and a great desire to cry.
I started crying, I simply whine that I was tired and I could not. A litany of complaints and bad words, because the road was too much, I was cold, hunger, darkness was coming and I wanted my mother.
When we arrived at the shelter were 20.15. We were distraught and needed a shower. But no, we had dinner at once, because those mountain closed at 20.30 the kitchen. In the mountains do not mess around, have dinner at 19 as retired. We have put in front of a broth and a tablespoon and we, as good children, we sent it all down, though most did not even know how we were called.
When the blood has to circulate in our ricominiciato Cervellini fried, we were a little 'peace with the company. We have redesigned the appearance of the three deer, half way, we had left and moved abroad. We thought of the stairs that we had left behind, and that terrible climb, we had passed, albeit badly. We went to sleep serene. And we have not slept a wink.
At six o'clock we pulled up, ruined in body but in spirit pimpantissime. We brushed away a tasty breakfast of champions and we dealt with the glacier.
After an hour's walk in the snow we had gone a hundred yards, but was so pleased because we did not know that we waited another 8 hours of walking.
The rest of the time we tracorso in the most terrible despair.
We were distracted by the breathtaking scenery only despair, fear of falling below the glacier tumbles with the resulting wet ass, helicopters searching for missing climbers that we met and with whom solidarity mountain immediately snapped: "How missing? " "Well, half an hour" and was always half an hour to 2 hours, minimum.
arrival Strangely, there was no one to cheer: there was just a nice guy who gave us a passing car.
These are the numbers of rails, I immediately played the lottery:
25, as the kilometers in two days
16 as the 3 hour walk
77 as the three of us, like the legs of women, the ones that I no longer a week, since they are all a bruise and do not bend even if I ask please
305 and the number of the path
2580, as the height at which we stayed.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
How To Use A Normal Tap For Washing Machine
Ferrata
Tomorrow I'm going to do my first climbing on the Brenta Dolomites, to see if it is so easy to die in 35 years fell into a ravine: I suspect so. I left
told my mom not to take it with her friends that I bring us, if ill finish it, because it is not their fault if they are un'invornita.
adventure, this tour, is even more extreme: we get to 2400 meters, where he will make a cool dog, and spend the night in a shelter but forgotten by God not by men, with whom we will be sharing a dorm six in true mountain style.
How did I convince myself? If all goes well, the weekend we can rest your weary limbs, killing of polenta with fontina and reading. In fact, this last step must have been to convince me.
Tomorrow I'm going to do my first climbing on the Brenta Dolomites, to see if it is so easy to die in 35 years fell into a ravine: I suspect so. I left
told my mom not to take it with her friends that I bring us, if ill finish it, because it is not their fault if they are un'invornita.
adventure, this tour, is even more extreme: we get to 2400 meters, where he will make a cool dog, and spend the night in a shelter but forgotten by God not by men, with whom we will be sharing a dorm six in true mountain style.
How did I convince myself? If all goes well, the weekend we can rest your weary limbs, killing of polenta with fontina and reading. In fact, this last step must have been to convince me.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Swollen Face Feet And Hands After Delivery
Cow-girl
After my period 150, in which I could not read the books over 150 pages or risk the merger of the engine of the brain, have entered a new phase of my amazing life: the period country.
only music I listen to Bruce Springsteen, clapping to the rhythm of the banjo. Men's dress and my favorite shoes are hiking boots. For some time I meditate also buy a pair of blue jeans, a real girl-cow, as in the civilized female missing from my wardrobe.
are lonely and mysterious and do not let anyone drive my clio, which otherwise runaway.
Now I suppose I'm going to light a bonfire in the living room and spend the night chewing tobacco and spitting into the fire.
After my period 150, in which I could not read the books over 150 pages or risk the merger of the engine of the brain, have entered a new phase of my amazing life: the period country.
only music I listen to Bruce Springsteen, clapping to the rhythm of the banjo. Men's dress and my favorite shoes are hiking boots. For some time I meditate also buy a pair of blue jeans, a real girl-cow, as in the civilized female missing from my wardrobe.
are lonely and mysterious and do not let anyone drive my clio, which otherwise runaway.
Now I suppose I'm going to light a bonfire in the living room and spend the night chewing tobacco and spitting into the fire.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Why My Rabbit Runs Away From Me
Diario d'Abruzzo
Day One - Depart intelligent
Abruzzo My adventure began with a "smart start" I got on the highway to 10.30 August 1. After an hour I was still in Bologna, after another hour I was in Imola and I came to suspect that you have fucked up. But it was too late.
At 14 I phoned to say that I came late to the appointment, and I put my heart in peace. Then the road is miraculously clean, 7 hours and I came to the net goal: when we say good luck. After
a short walk to the city, during which I walked with quiet and circumspect air studying my fellow travelers, we headed to the hotel that would have accommodated.
On the way I hoped to be in a room with a girl I had seen Amuchina slather your hands with gel, irrefutable sign that we share the same approach to the disgust and then we had an excellent chance of becoming best friends.
Unfortunately the rooms were already taken place, and so I ended up sleeping with two strangers and share with them, both long-haired, a shower with no curtain. I just planted a grain, asking the boss to give us a tent, but then, as they passed the days, I used to swim in that sea water and hair that was the post-shower and did not raise the issue more. The truth is that human beings, even the most persistent offenders like me, they fit just about anything.
the evening we are familiar with the local cuisine, and it was a really good time. Until the end of the holiday we drank Montepulciano d'Abruzzo and tasted all the wonderful dishes of meat and vegetables of the culinary tradition of Abruzzo.
care for the nutrition of all of us and who had different dietary needs (there were vegetarian and gluten) was one of the things that struck me most and that has characterized the hospitality of the organizers. According
Day - Waterfalls and forests
I remember especially the alarm, hard, to 7.20. I had my face worse, the 10-hour intercontinental flight. With great difficulty (I) we started the business of yoga and then off to breakfast.
The district is where we were romantically called "waterfalls and forests, the abundance of water. Our first excursion, therefore, was to a waterfall.
I had performance anxiety and anxiety bladders, because of new boots, a true mountain apprentice. But I had brought a special equipment for first aid for wounds, blisters, bites and various injuries.
I put the red cap on his head and I left. So
you expect me to tell you that I was trudging along, but no. The first release was soft, I sweat that I had to sweat, but I got to a decent goal: that is, with your legs under the table, since we came back for lunch.
In the evening we had a yoga session, where we made painful postures, designed to make us open at least one of the 7 chakras, everything is still sealed.
Day Three - Accident
the third day I hurt all over: legs, with the effort of the walk the day before, his arms to the exercises of yoga, belly, and voltage. I trudging
: cursed and beat the sun climbed the hill. I tried to hold on and I went on to head low as a mule, losing all the views.
Suddenly I heard a rustle in the bushes next to me and I saw a beast come out gray. The Hare, scared by a dog, instead of wriggling ran toward me I heard a log and was the sound of my leg against the hare. After filling out the form cid there we went to each his own way: myself with a bruise on her leg, her intact. From that moment, "the hare" has become a fantastic story and it became part of my personal mythology.
Day Four - Gran Sasso
The fourth day was planned the trip more important than the Gran Sasso. In fact it was raining.
We are still left, because in the mountains just a gust of wind to change the features on a day: in fact we were lucky. The weather was drive, windbreaker, there were nice and low gray clouds, but no rain. The trip was long and rewarding.
Meanwhile, the group began to know each other better and appreciate each other's company. Began to develop friendships born and preferences, sometimes you could see people hugging.
In the evening we had a yoga position that I was finally a ruined knee. Yet all the chakras closed.
Day Five - The call of the mountains
was to be the fifth day of rest, where I planted under a tree and did not want to read know anything about anyone.
Instead, even though his knee was hurting and I was tired and did not have the physical, my legs wanted to walk. So I let them go with the group for a short hike.
is taken in the evening a performance of tango, because the "Law of the tango," says that, among a group of people, there is always someone dancing the tango, and who, like me, keep stored in the car a few of dance shoes.
Day Six - The path of nettles
The tango of the night before I was cured of the knee (miracles of the dance) so I could show off my best physique du role for the excursion without me sympathize with unnecessary pain joints.
Again, the climb was tough and I did not have enough breath. My eyes were sweating, my nose was running and I wanted my mother.
Meanwhile, relations between the members of the group huddled, friendships are consolidated, it was left behind to tell the secrets and laughing (me, a lot, and almost always without reason).
arrival we waited a long path of nettles: that year were not doing well and the burning un'urticata reminded me of some walks in his youth and made the time I had pinched a jellyfish. They are a true champion of adventures. In the evening
chakras were still angry wound closed and a light melancholy at the thought of the week travel came to an end.
Day Seven - I had to go to walk
I went to the river and instead I should find the courage to do the last hike, 800 meters in altitude. Those who made it have spat blood and returned cooled or offended in some parts of the body.
In the evening, I said goodbye forever to yoga, that just is not for me.
Eighth Day - A
Before going home they gave us the bag of food, such as extreme act of caring.
Then everything went too fast, I have not had time to say goodbye for good, I forgot to ask for phone numbers and e-mail.
Maybe in my subconscious, I know that some people will meet again.
Maybe I know that this experience of nature and living together will lead me into new places, where I will meet other people and other mountains.





Day One - Depart intelligent
Abruzzo My adventure began with a "smart start" I got on the highway to 10.30 August 1. After an hour I was still in Bologna, after another hour I was in Imola and I came to suspect that you have fucked up. But it was too late.
At 14 I phoned to say that I came late to the appointment, and I put my heart in peace. Then the road is miraculously clean, 7 hours and I came to the net goal: when we say good luck. After
a short walk to the city, during which I walked with quiet and circumspect air studying my fellow travelers, we headed to the hotel that would have accommodated.
On the way I hoped to be in a room with a girl I had seen Amuchina slather your hands with gel, irrefutable sign that we share the same approach to the disgust and then we had an excellent chance of becoming best friends.
Unfortunately the rooms were already taken place, and so I ended up sleeping with two strangers and share with them, both long-haired, a shower with no curtain. I just planted a grain, asking the boss to give us a tent, but then, as they passed the days, I used to swim in that sea water and hair that was the post-shower and did not raise the issue more. The truth is that human beings, even the most persistent offenders like me, they fit just about anything.
the evening we are familiar with the local cuisine, and it was a really good time. Until the end of the holiday we drank Montepulciano d'Abruzzo and tasted all the wonderful dishes of meat and vegetables of the culinary tradition of Abruzzo.
care for the nutrition of all of us and who had different dietary needs (there were vegetarian and gluten) was one of the things that struck me most and that has characterized the hospitality of the organizers. According
Day - Waterfalls and forests
I remember especially the alarm, hard, to 7.20. I had my face worse, the 10-hour intercontinental flight. With great difficulty (I) we started the business of yoga and then off to breakfast.
The district is where we were romantically called "waterfalls and forests, the abundance of water. Our first excursion, therefore, was to a waterfall.
I had performance anxiety and anxiety bladders, because of new boots, a true mountain apprentice. But I had brought a special equipment for first aid for wounds, blisters, bites and various injuries.
I put the red cap on his head and I left. So
you expect me to tell you that I was trudging along, but no. The first release was soft, I sweat that I had to sweat, but I got to a decent goal: that is, with your legs under the table, since we came back for lunch.
In the evening we had a yoga session, where we made painful postures, designed to make us open at least one of the 7 chakras, everything is still sealed.
Day Three - Accident
the third day I hurt all over: legs, with the effort of the walk the day before, his arms to the exercises of yoga, belly, and voltage. I trudging
: cursed and beat the sun climbed the hill. I tried to hold on and I went on to head low as a mule, losing all the views.
Suddenly I heard a rustle in the bushes next to me and I saw a beast come out gray. The Hare, scared by a dog, instead of wriggling ran toward me I heard a log and was the sound of my leg against the hare. After filling out the form cid there we went to each his own way: myself with a bruise on her leg, her intact. From that moment, "the hare" has become a fantastic story and it became part of my personal mythology.
Day Four - Gran Sasso
The fourth day was planned the trip more important than the Gran Sasso. In fact it was raining.
We are still left, because in the mountains just a gust of wind to change the features on a day: in fact we were lucky. The weather was drive, windbreaker, there were nice and low gray clouds, but no rain. The trip was long and rewarding.
Meanwhile, the group began to know each other better and appreciate each other's company. Began to develop friendships born and preferences, sometimes you could see people hugging.
In the evening we had a yoga position that I was finally a ruined knee. Yet all the chakras closed.
Day Five - The call of the mountains
was to be the fifth day of rest, where I planted under a tree and did not want to read know anything about anyone.
Instead, even though his knee was hurting and I was tired and did not have the physical, my legs wanted to walk. So I let them go with the group for a short hike.
is taken in the evening a performance of tango, because the "Law of the tango," says that, among a group of people, there is always someone dancing the tango, and who, like me, keep stored in the car a few of dance shoes.
Day Six - The path of nettles
The tango of the night before I was cured of the knee (miracles of the dance) so I could show off my best physique du role for the excursion without me sympathize with unnecessary pain joints.
Again, the climb was tough and I did not have enough breath. My eyes were sweating, my nose was running and I wanted my mother.
Meanwhile, relations between the members of the group huddled, friendships are consolidated, it was left behind to tell the secrets and laughing (me, a lot, and almost always without reason).
arrival we waited a long path of nettles: that year were not doing well and the burning un'urticata reminded me of some walks in his youth and made the time I had pinched a jellyfish. They are a true champion of adventures. In the evening
chakras were still angry wound closed and a light melancholy at the thought of the week travel came to an end.
Day Seven - I had to go to walk
I went to the river and instead I should find the courage to do the last hike, 800 meters in altitude. Those who made it have spat blood and returned cooled or offended in some parts of the body.
In the evening, I said goodbye forever to yoga, that just is not for me.
Eighth Day - A
Before going home they gave us the bag of food, such as extreme act of caring.
Then everything went too fast, I have not had time to say goodbye for good, I forgot to ask for phone numbers and e-mail.
Maybe in my subconscious, I know that some people will meet again.
Maybe I know that this experience of nature and living together will lead me into new places, where I will meet other people and other mountains.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saree Blouses Patterns Samples
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Thirsty Dry Mouth Sleeping
this year comes into my head to try a group trip. going to Abruzzo. to be surrounded by nature.
travel alone for a long time and my favorite destinations are the cities. I love the casting of concrete, museums, airports and I have an unhealthy passion for the underground.
in the city you are free to move almost unnoticed, there are insects (they are all dead because of smog) and you can eat anything. I love the city because it offers libraries and cafes, because they offer everything.
but now I want to change and to compete with something completely different and alien to me.
nature are crazy.
I can not stand the idea of \u200b\u200bsharing space with people who do not know, I'm afraid of bugs and just plain walking. usually, I go crazy if I use a neat little bathroom and got used to me my sprouts without the need to account to anyone for my choices. farmacologizzata are up to, I do not ever separate myself from the mascara and my trusted vials of perfume, suitable for just in case.
how can I even think of being able to be comfortable in a mountain village, with people who do not know, with the risk that face a bitterly cold with a chance to meet and insects that do not even imagine?
do not know, but there is a strong reminder Marsicano bear, wolf and eagle. I watched The Discovery Channel will be too many in life or I are changing perspectives, and increasingly I find myself thinking that they are at ease with animals than with humans. I want to hang on the nail dryer and eyeliner (this is serious), and buy a pair of hiking boots.
tonight while I take a test and go to dinner at Pizzafest where I eat the pizza while the mosquitoes eat me. is the great circle of life.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Hair Wax ของoasis
epiphanies
in these nights I'm drowning in high society outside the home, do things, see people and the next morning I chasms purple under the eyes.
lot of radio play, while the street, I meet amazing animals like the rat, they explore the people from the privileged observatory of the Clio and I think the meaning of life.
especially yesterday I thought about how I needed this and that, in order to be truly happy. The road runs under the clio and I make me sad thinking of my many misfortunes, until, discouraged, I looked at the sky and I addressed a prayer to God.
among other things, I do not believe in God, but I always prayed, that child is a habit I never lost one to turn to him with the following expression "God, please, let ..."
well, I was there when I had to beg an epiphany: I received clear awareness that before me there were many others with more rights to get a miracle or at least special attention by the good god. I thought about who does not walk, to those who have a house, the guy who sells the rest of the pug at the lights and the many who are in the world with a disability and that the disadvantaged party, without all the resources I have.
I then withdrew the petition and I thought that I would like to take andarmelo alone.
in these nights I'm drowning in high society outside the home, do things, see people and the next morning I chasms purple under the eyes.
lot of radio play, while the street, I meet amazing animals like the rat, they explore the people from the privileged observatory of the Clio and I think the meaning of life.
especially yesterday I thought about how I needed this and that, in order to be truly happy. The road runs under the clio and I make me sad thinking of my many misfortunes, until, discouraged, I looked at the sky and I addressed a prayer to God.
among other things, I do not believe in God, but I always prayed, that child is a habit I never lost one to turn to him with the following expression "God, please, let ..."
well, I was there when I had to beg an epiphany: I received clear awareness that before me there were many others with more rights to get a miracle or at least special attention by the good god. I thought about who does not walk, to those who have a house, the guy who sells the rest of the pug at the lights and the many who are in the world with a disability and that the disadvantaged party, without all the resources I have.
I then withdrew the petition and I thought that I would like to take andarmelo alone.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Compatability Of Snake-sheep
accidents
and fell like a dead body falls while running to catch the train into town Rifredi. also spread on the asphalt of the station do my terrible figure.
and fell like a dead body falls while running to catch the train into town Rifredi. also spread on the asphalt of the station do my terrible figure.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Watch Ikusa Otome Valkyrie Shinshō
you were not made, but of course assholes
and then I dropped the chain, despite the sweet June evening, the birds and the field of sunflowers in bloom.
I know I should not go to see documentaries on the human tragedies, but there is always the same and I end up suffering and want to kill me, because I do not want to live in a world, where there are people (person?) who rape and torture, destroying forever the lives of innocent people. it is not possible that there is so much violence and so much ignorance, I do not believe it and I do not want to see.
and instead I saw this documentary on North African refugees, detained in Libya and illegally detained in prisons, at the mercy of fierce and ruthless soldiers. and my heart is broken.
then exit from the gardens, I saw a man beating his dog because the dog had escaped and went to attack another. between dogs using these trifles, but the man was angry because he has not been able to restrain his dog and instead of slapping himself, for his ineptitude, has seen fit to hit the dog.
the yelp of a dog - like the cry of those who have no fault to be what it is - I pierced my ears and I do not know why I did not throw with the clio against a pole for pain.
I tried to think of good things, the best day of my life, but came to my mind at least 5 or 6 bad days of my life and even a fine.
today I waited patiently, alone in the office, but the pain was there, beside me and not abandon me.
sunset came to my mind a couple of things that make life worth living: the latte and ice cream that evening when he saw me, he said "you came to take the nut had not done that on Wednesday, is not it? ". and gave me a reason to stay.
and then I dropped the chain, despite the sweet June evening, the birds and the field of sunflowers in bloom.
I know I should not go to see documentaries on the human tragedies, but there is always the same and I end up suffering and want to kill me, because I do not want to live in a world, where there are people (person?) who rape and torture, destroying forever the lives of innocent people. it is not possible that there is so much violence and so much ignorance, I do not believe it and I do not want to see.
and instead I saw this documentary on North African refugees, detained in Libya and illegally detained in prisons, at the mercy of fierce and ruthless soldiers. and my heart is broken.
then exit from the gardens, I saw a man beating his dog because the dog had escaped and went to attack another. between dogs using these trifles, but the man was angry because he has not been able to restrain his dog and instead of slapping himself, for his ineptitude, has seen fit to hit the dog.
the yelp of a dog - like the cry of those who have no fault to be what it is - I pierced my ears and I do not know why I did not throw with the clio against a pole for pain.
I tried to think of good things, the best day of my life, but came to my mind at least 5 or 6 bad days of my life and even a fine.
today I waited patiently, alone in the office, but the pain was there, beside me and not abandon me.
sunset came to my mind a couple of things that make life worth living: the latte and ice cream that evening when he saw me, he said "you came to take the nut had not done that on Wednesday, is not it? ". and gave me a reason to stay.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Lipstick For Redheads
views
when I was in the south, I discussed with my friend know the importance of changing your perspective on things. is very interesting that we both arrived at this conclusion, albeit from a background and life experiences so different.
change of perspective is the mechanism that allows us to read an unfortunate reality, which is repeated, not as evidence of the fact that we are real losers, but as something new, to be evaluated with a different view and then be faced with new tools.
I've become a real Queen of the change of perspective. so that when I broke the machine and had to be the tow truck, and I had to go to work late, and I took abuse from my family, and I dropped a lot of repair €, I felt so fortunate that everything what had happened to the casino 8 in the morning in my house and not at 2 am on a Saturday night while I was on the highway, to celebrate my good fortune that I bought a scratch card.
when I was in the south, I discussed with my friend know the importance of changing your perspective on things. is very interesting that we both arrived at this conclusion, albeit from a background and life experiences so different.
change of perspective is the mechanism that allows us to read an unfortunate reality, which is repeated, not as evidence of the fact that we are real losers, but as something new, to be evaluated with a different view and then be faced with new tools.
I've become a real Queen of the change of perspective. so that when I broke the machine and had to be the tow truck, and I had to go to work late, and I took abuse from my family, and I dropped a lot of repair €, I felt so fortunate that everything what had happened to the casino 8 in the morning in my house and not at 2 am on a Saturday night while I was on the highway, to celebrate my good fortune that I bought a scratch card.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
What Does The Discharge Look Like When Ovulating
south
was a long time since I wanted to go to the south by car, instead of by train, I wanted to try to drive through streets that I traveled often as a guest and I liked the idea of \u200b\u200bcluttering up the boot of the basic necessities: orecchiette, minchiareddi, wine biscuits, cacioricotta goat taralli, and so on.
so we left, me and my mom with a suitcase full of high hopes and with the following breakdown of roles: I was at the wheel and my mom to sing the songs of Baptists.
rimini height of all the arts I had already fallen asleep to strain the guide, and I was a little 'sorry for the choice to take to the car but the radio still playing and my mom, exceptionally, it was also some applause when the song was really nice. The moral, then, was high.
we stopped for dinner in Senigallia, in little place a series of zeta, and sleep in San Benedetto del Tronto. But first, I thought to be wrong exit, because it was more adventurous.
at the hotel we fell asleep with a crash and the next morning, when we opened the window at six-thirty the sun was rising over the sea, then I discovered that my mother did not go to sea for 15 years and I felt happy of taking her with me (or is she to me take with you? with my mother that I always doubt).
we called in a car, driving my mother and singing, I like the second pilot useless. second pilot also unnecessary, however, I was more convinced than go south by car had been a colossal shit, especially seeing all those beautiful building sites are on the highway and they will return on June 2. I tried to focus on positive aspects of the matter: on Sundays the truck not moving. I came to think of anything else.
was a long time since I wanted to go to the south by car, instead of by train, I wanted to try to drive through streets that I traveled often as a guest and I liked the idea of \u200b\u200bcluttering up the boot of the basic necessities: orecchiette, minchiareddi, wine biscuits, cacioricotta goat taralli, and so on.
so we left, me and my mom with a suitcase full of high hopes and with the following breakdown of roles: I was at the wheel and my mom to sing the songs of Baptists.
rimini height of all the arts I had already fallen asleep to strain the guide, and I was a little 'sorry for the choice to take to the car but the radio still playing and my mom, exceptionally, it was also some applause when the song was really nice. The moral, then, was high.
we stopped for dinner in Senigallia, in little place a series of zeta, and sleep in San Benedetto del Tronto. But first, I thought to be wrong exit, because it was more adventurous.
at the hotel we fell asleep with a crash and the next morning, when we opened the window at six-thirty the sun was rising over the sea, then I discovered that my mother did not go to sea for 15 years and I felt happy of taking her with me (or is she to me take with you? with my mother that I always doubt).
we called in a car, driving my mother and singing, I like the second pilot useless. second pilot also unnecessary, however, I was more convinced than go south by car had been a colossal shit, especially seeing all those beautiful building sites are on the highway and they will return on June 2. I tried to focus on positive aspects of the matter: on Sundays the truck not moving. I came to think of anything else.
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