Chaos is my job

Chick-Peas and Potatoes Soup For Three

2006-10-14T15:02:00.000+02:00

As I pass too much time at home, I talk too much about my domestic world, I know! Probably in a little while everything will change.
So, here my daily lunch. Better than expected. You need a chickpeas box, some potatoes (2-4), all the spices you want to add, one garlic, one small onion, some tomato paste, oil and salt.

Put 1,5 or 2 liters of water into a pan, and some salt or a piece of bouillon cube.

After a little while, all the content of the chickpeas box, water included.

Start peeling off potatoes, then put them into the water too.

Let everything boil at least twenty minutes... it means you've got, first, to wait the water to boil! But if you wait more, it is even better.

Start cutting the onion and garlic in small pieces.

Put some oil in a skillet, wait a little and then put there garlic and onion pieces.

As they become yellow, put some tomato paste, and then turn everything with a wood spoon.

When you have the feeling that garlic and onion will burn in a little while, put all the content of the skillet in the pan (or viceversa, if your skillet is big enough.

Put some pasta (150g more or less) in this soup. I suggest broken linguine, or some little tubes (in Italian, ditaloni... but in Germany they are impossible to find!).

You can smash cheackpeas and potatoes with the wood spoon, so the soup will be more similar to a cream.

Doing this, soon you will have to add some water, to let the pasta cook!

Add some more tomato paste, if the soup has become too pale.

Pasta will need totally around twenty minutes to cook. Then, the dish is ready to serve!

This is not very nice to see... lately I often cook things that are someway horrible to see, but delicious!

Some Kind Of Denounce

2006-10-13T10:31:00.000+02:00

Hi guys!
I know that probably noone that was visiting and commenting my blog in the past is here now, but I talk for who will come in the future, and for the visitors I know but that have no courage to leave any sign of their passage.
Quiet, I won't talk about you.
I will talk about my Italian blog, that I can no more access because when I asked splinder for a new password it said that it sent me one but... I saw nothing in my email account. I tried twice more, the same no-result.
So, I had to open an Italian blog on blogspot. It won't talk about daily life and discovers... only about pieces of letters. I love writing letters, and some pieces are the perfect mirror of my soul.

You don't care about it because you don't know a word of Italian?
So... give me suggestions to write here, or for another blog to open.
I love suggestions of any kind.
And... visitors... comment without any shame. It will be appreciated.

Red Bitter Sweet Pepper

2006-10-11T17:02:00.000+02:00

No, it's not a mispelling. On November 26 I'll go to see RHCP, but it's another story!
RBSP was my lunch.
It's so funny to be ill, but not very much, and to stay at home.
At 1:30 I felt a bit hungry (at work I must have lunch at 12... such a nonsense!) while writing an email, and started realising what could I cook.
Couscous! And peppers!
The receipt, invented on the moment, is very good and simple.

You need some instant couscous, two peppers per three persons, some oil, an onion, some sugar, and soya sauce. Obviously, salt. You always need salt to cook!

Boil some salted water for the couscous. The quantity is written on your couscous box.

Cut the onion in small pieces, in the meanwhile begin to fry some oil in a skillet, then put the pieces in the frying oil.

Cut the peppers in small pieces. Check the onion, it doesn't have to burn!

Put the peppers in the pan.

After a little while, put some soya sauce and some sugar (four teaspoons per pepper) in the pan, and turn the content of the pan.

Check the peppers. If they seem dry and are still not cooked, put some more soya sauce and some more sugar.

If you wish, cover the pan, but not all time long.

At the end, the peppers should be not so nice to see, but incredibly good to eat!

Do you forgot to put the boiling water in your couscous? Do it right now! The peppers should coulk five minutes more, if you put down the flame!

Put the sauce in the bowl where you put couscous and water, when water has dried.

Eat, and think at me!

You are allowed to change the receipt following your taste. Please inform me if you get good results!

Your Researches While I Was Away

2006-10-10T16:19:00.000+02:00

too stylish for work
I suppose I am too stylish to stay at home, and not to share what I've got with the rest of the world! At least, I'd like to be that stylish.
short arms in italian
Somebody is looking for Stefano? By the way, I saw even the hand of Stefano in some researches, but I won't tell anything else!
stupid beatiful people
World is full of this people. But I really don't care about them. I prefer to suffer with intelligent people, than the deadly boredom that always comes with stupid beautiful people.
chaos is my friend
Obviously! Chaos should be the friend of everyone! Chaos helps me even at work! Have you ever tried chaos theory when everything seems stuck? Often it works!
job as websurfer
Actually, working as a videogametester is funny enough. Maybe this should be my next job!
spawn chains
Gimme some! I miss them so much... it's more than a year that I left Spawn!
stratishla review
Gimme some! Here in Germany I can find only tons of beers!
worked with charles letbetter
He is an interesting man, he does great pictures, but I never worked with him. Maybe, one day... Who knows!
shisha parma
To smoke a shisha, you must go to Cella, towards Reggio Emilia. On Via Emilia there is this shishabar called Amnesia. If there are any others, I don't know.
i'm a maniac maniac and i'm dancing
I'd like to know who did this search... I suppose our souls are quite similar...

Please Listen To Your Body

2006-10-09T23:08:00.000+02:00

So much time I don't post, indeed! Everything has changed, and nothing, at the same moment.
I still live in Frankfurt, but now I've got a better contract, without leasing staff agencies between me and the firm I work for.
I've got a new place of my own. Little, so fucking little, but mine, all mine.
What's today story? There's one, don't worry. I always have one story to tell... the first from my home in Frankfurt...

This morning it was such a pity to get up. I tried and tried, without any result. At the end, when I finally succeeded, I went to the toilet, gave a glance at the mirror and - damn - my eyes seemed to have been punched all night long. I felt some fever, coughed a little, and so on. I wanted to go to work, but when I bowed to bring my backpack, I felt the world dancing around me. NO WAY. I rested a little, sent an email at work, then went to the doctor that said me... it's a virus, for this week you mustn't work...
I went home, bought some aspyrin, a coloured and trendy thermometre and a box of candies.
Wrote an email in my poor German to a new tandem.
Then finally reached the bed, and started thinking...

It's not a virus.
The problem is that it's four weeks that I am working hard.
I am coordinating some colleagues.
I am working on Saturdays.
All Sundays I do something... I go to Heidelberg, or I go to the bookfair...
My body needed some rest.
And to get ill was the only way to stop me for a little while.
My body loves me. And gives me hint and suggestions. If I am not able to listen to it, it screams loud.
Just like this time.

Unpopular in my groups

2006-03-28T13:51:00.000+02:00

It's a long time I don't write. I passed such a confused period.
The three guys of the German List... one is back to his country but will be here on May, one is here but doesn't want to see me anymore after a flirt and in a little while will have to come back to his country, and one has now a girlfriend in his country.
So... nobody is more in my list.
But it's not the problem.
The real problem is that the more time it passes, the most I feel uncomfortable with Italians. I am able to pass nice time only with the ones that has got a life here and so on.
I don't know if it's because I'm not enough Italian (I pass good times with Spanish and French people) or because...
I always have problems with people in my groups.
Let's make some examples:
- when I was at primary school I was more friend of the schoolmates of my brother than of mine;
- when I was at the theater course I had more friends in the group that started the year before.
There are more for sure, but sometimes to remember hurts, and perhaps it's better not to try.
I'm always on a wrong vibe. By nature. And have to move a little. Why did fate all this to me? To help me becoming stronger and to oblige me to go back and forth?

The German List - Part Two

2006-01-16T18:56:00.000+01:00

The list is the same. Just chitchat a little more about the same people.

The French guy is still not able to speak.
I continue to say him perhaps it's better if he speaks French. My French is very bad, but I can understand a lot of things.
A colleague calls him "Pulpo" or "Octopus", because he has got a lot of tentacles.
In facts, last Friday he passed half the night with me...
and half with another colleague. And they kissed themselves.
He doesn´t love me enough.
Maybe it´s better.

The Spanish guy is very interesting. But still haven´t seen him for more than some seconds. The problem is that we do different shifts, and during the week end he is often travelling somewhere.

The Italian guy is even more stupid than I remember. I wrote him an email on Xmas and he reply after two weeks, with the same old sentence... "Let´s be friends!".
I´d like to, but he just showed a lot of times that he´s not such a friend... avoiding informing me when people went in some interesting place, still having a kind of confidence that friends don´t have, forgetting to smile while he greets me...

Don´t have new pretenders. Damn. Maybe my allure is getting worst?
Or simply maybe... I am not in love with anyone, and I feel myself too sad?

The Italian List

2005-12-29T13:04:00.000+01:00

As promised...

F. is my last boyfriend. He declared he still loves me, even if he left me 4 months ago to find a thinner and younger woman to have sex with. He is very stupid. Last time he called me, on Xmas Eve, he was ungry as I did something terribly wrong. He talked with an inquisitive tone. And on Xmas he wanted to see my best friend L. to talk about me, who is very clever and told him that if he wants to know something he can ask me.

M. is the man that fell in love with me because he saw a picture of mine. Still haven't seen him, but read his messages on my mobile, and he seems the most boring person on the world.

A. is the jolly. Is a man from the past, but he's becoming quite present too. Don't ask me too much. Don't know how much I like him... but I loved him that much around 5-6 years ago. Now that's him that pray me to stay with him.

Only three... not a lot. But I don't live in Italy every day... so it's a good number, I suppose.

The German List

2005-12-26T12:15:00.000+01:00

The French guy is not able to speak. Oh, he gets better each time I see him, but don't want to go out with him 100,000 times to hear him doing normal speeches. Actually he is able to say only:
"I like you very much."
"I want to dance with you."
"Do you want to hug me."
And then the last, incredibly difficult, sentence:
"What must I do for making possible you like me?"
I explained him perhaps it's better if he speaks French. My French is very bad, but I can understand a lot of things.

The Spanish guy is very interesting. He likes to stay with me, he's not boring, he talks a lot about his family and his feelings, and not always about job. He's not the cutest guy on the world, but it's not bad. He declarates his interest in me in such a nice way, and didn't want me to do the same. He wanted me to think about it. He's not always attached to me when in the surroundings... but starts to get closer. And it's not bad.

The Italian guy is very stupid. I don't know if he really wants to stay with me. I decided not to call him anymore. It wasn't simple. He came back only on the last days, on the last opportunity to stay with me before coming back home for holiday. I cannot understand what he wants.

I haven't got a German guy in my German harem, sorry. Must I find one? It won't be difficult!
(There are some more guys in my harem, a French and an Italian, but it's less funny to talk about them...)

COMING SOON:

The Italian List

Change!

2005-12-16T19:27:00.000+01:00

What a life. What a wonderful and awful life.
The man I am fallen in love with... has lost his mind. For a girl? For two girls? Because it has been frozen by the breeze? Dunno. Probably all of this things.
Obviously I am not one of the girl he is interested into.
I passed some hours with him, lately, and definitely understood that I bore him. Maybe he can stay an hour or two with me, he can have some fun with me... but doesn´t want to hear what I have got to say. Doesn´t want hear me saying all the pains I suffer. I´d like to explain him something, but he doesn´t want to hear. (Just like when women say "Oh, dear, not tonight, I´ve got a headache". But women don´t have sex, whether he doesn´t want to talk.)
So I decided to cut it off.
I started crying less. I started to dedicate more time to other people. And there is also another guy, a French one, that seems in love with me. He is quite nice, but he was so drunk when he showed this interest. And still haven´t the courage to ask me my phone number. At work, of course.
I work for the Big Brother, as you know, and everybody I know is there and everybody who loves me in this city is there.
Hope they won´t never do a reality show on my life...
or that they will pay me very well...

True Friends

2005-11-04T18:24:00.000+01:00

Who are true friends?
Oh, people I found here in Frankfurt is so good, so nice, so weird...
But last weekend I remembered that true friends are made in another way.
You can do nothing special with them, and feeling good, really good, indeed.
You can discover new things in a city where you live since three months.
You can tell them anything you want, they will always be by your side, even if they have different thoughts and feelings.
You can trust them, in every moment. Event if they are not with you.
The problem is that they were with me.
And now I miss them so much.

I am trying to avoid crying, but it´s not that simple.

"You Are Fantastic But Too Stylish"

2005-10-24T19:26:00.000+02:00

Indeed. My coordinator told me that.
Not exactly that, if I must say the truth.
He said I do a wonderful job, but loose too much time on style-related matters.
And he said that the firm wants me to ask to my experienced colleagues what to do, to avoid time loss for my coordinator and translators and so forth. Because they want me to learn this job.
In a place where it seemed that people goes away and come back with no reason, it seems quite a nice thing to hear.
Maybe they care about me.
Maybe they want me to stay.
Maybe.

Marziotta Virus

2005-10-17T19:47:00.000+02:00

Today my beloved man and I postulated a theory: I am a virus. Indeed. The worst you can find. I am able to make everyone suffer of some kind of pain.
Do you need some clear examples?
Oh... the first is that I transferred him my flu and he´s still a little ill.
And the second is that on Saturday I went to "The Cave", a rock disco, with Aina Ernesto Angel and Elena and today they still suffer neck pains because danced shaking their heads as I did.
But the most important thing is that I found that Aina is a weird dancer just like me! We danced since 3 till 6:15! Really!!!
I will report, of course, future cases of pain inferted by Marziotta virus. And... PAY ATTENTION! You could be the next one to be contaged!

Little Short Arms

2005-10-15T20:56:00.000+02:00

LSA... it should be the short term for some drug or something similar in English.
In Italian, "avere le braccine corte" (to have little short arms) means... to avoid paying anything at each cost. Someone that tries in any subtle - and less subtle - way to make you pay what he has got to pay. And, there is Stefano, a colleague, that has very short arms, you can bet on it.
In French, "avoir les brais courts" means that a person that makes sport is very lazy and doesn´t want to catch balls, to run, etc...
Tell me, what does it mean in your language? It must have another meaning...

I must admit it... I discovered this only because of Tequila!!! Michele, Silvan and I drank so much hot tequila (with Coke and Tabasco) yesterday that I even passed all night long screaming the orders I hear in the game I have to play now!

Saturday Night Fever

2005-10-13T20:18:00.000+02:00

I lost all my fantasy? Maybe...
...or not. I don´t think so.
Saturday I was really really OK. Everything was good. Each and every thing.
Flu was gone, and I found Florence and Olivier near my home to go out.
Then...
A job meeting... at Shisha smoking narghile, drinking bear and tea and chatting a lot, in italian english spanish french.
And then...
I found a way to attack the fever I had on Friday to the man I´m fallen in love with.
Now he´s at home, sick and cold. And it´s all my fault. Damn.
Hope he´ll be better soon.
I want to pass a lot of time with him!!!

Friday Night Fever

2005-10-07T21:06:00.000+02:00

Tonight I won´t go dancing. The only thing to do is... going to a Trinkhalle, the one that has just taken Carlos´ father, but I don´t like this place, and they only hear latin music. Damn, I love rock hiphop r´n´b and much more...
Perhaps I will stay home. I am a little ill, it could be a nice idea. So I will be able to do something tomorrow.
I´m tired. I´d like to do a lot of things.
But... don´t worry. Next week everything will be better. My flu will disappear, and a lot of friends that went away will come back.
Tonight, while dancing or chatting in front of a bottle of red wine or a glass of beer, think at Marziotta. And I will dream about you.

I Had The Time Of My Life

2005-10-02T18:47:00.000+02:00

This is a great period, meine Leute!
People goes, people stay; a lot of parties, a lot of tears, a lot of life.
The days between September 19 and 23 were the best in my whole life. Indeed.
I never stayed home. And I had the possibility to spend a lot of time with the man I´m falling in love with.
I haven´t told him yet, but he must have noticed it. We are great friends, we chat for hours and hours, we go to the canteen together, we have often supper together...
I am waiting for the day he is coming back. I don´t know what will happen. But I must tell him something.
I am a girl that could not stay without a man. It´s not a sex matter. I suppose I need security. And in the last relationship, that lasted for more than 4 years, I had none. Damn.
I hope I will have great days in the next future.

I Can´t Get No Satisfaction

2005-09-18T16:32:00.000+02:00

Hallo people!
Today the sun shines, but it´s cold.
Today I´m happier but not as much as I would.
Marco will come back on October, and that is a good news.
I won´t go away, and this is another good news.
But I would like to be more important.
I´d like people to search for me, instead loosing hours to find someone to go out with and then... to remain at home on Saturday night.
I had a wonderful book as companion... Dynamite Road by Andrew Klavan... but it´s not enough...
I have to go... or I will pay another 15 minuts. Bye!!!!

Everything Changes

2005-09-13T21:54:00.000+02:00

Not in my life. Not now. At least, I suppose.
But here in Nintendo a lot of people was said to go away. Not me, for the moment.
But Marco and Bea...
two of the most beatiful people I have known in my whole life. I supposed they would have been with me for a big part of this experience... whether they will have to go in a pair of weeks.
Sometimes I simply want to cry.
I need security, I need something to believe in, someone to trust in, here in a foreign country.
I feel just like they stole me them. I feel just like they are doing me something bad. But the truth is that they did something awful to my friends.

I hope I won´t have to go away too. Tomorrow, they say, we will know everything about the project we will be assigned to next weeks.
I am full of hopes because a new project means working with other people, so it would be possible to know better people now I know only a little.

Today I even discovered I am quite able to speak French! I will learn here all languages but German.
WEIRD!

Should I Stay Or Should I Go

2005-09-09T18:43:00.000+02:00

Now I'm back in Parma, but only for the week end. Tomorrow my friend Silvia will get married and I had to be here!
Frankfurt, when the weather is fine, is simply wonderful. It's not too big it's not too small. I always find somewhere to go, something to do. If I am sad and don't want to go home, I can go with Marco to his home, and then... even him don't wanna go home and we can go in the city, buy a book and a sandwich, and chat for a pair of hours on role playing, on common friends, on ... tons of things.
And if on Sunday I go on Gunthersburgpark, then I can find all my colleagues. I can know that one of them translated Final Fantasy 9.
It's a wonder land. Really. I hope it will remain so for a lot of time. I miss it. Indeed.

Sometimes I think I could remain there forever.

I Will Go To Mario Land

2005-07-20T16:24:00.000+02:00

Hi Guys!
On Thursday 28 I have to move to Frankfurt. I found my tiny wonderland. I will work for Nintendo!
What could I say! I am confused, and happy, and tired.
This damn stage in Milan is becoming heavier every day. The email server went down and all our customers are still calling me to inform me of the fact... and, as you may imagine, someone is not very kind and polite! I have to say unbelievable lies and people understand what I'm doing.
Yesterday my brain was burning. I went to bed and started crying. Without any particular reason. Too many things to do.
I'm not even able to find two books I placed in my room on Sunday.
I want to be in Germany. Then everything will be more simple.
But I'll miss mom. I miss her even now, cos we don't see ourselves since Thursday morning.
P.S. Can someone suggest me an useful site to learn German? I do know 4 or 5 German words, it's such a shame...

Chaos, Beer and Ash

2005-07-05T01:09:00.000+02:00

Sorry. I have abandoned you another time. But chaos absorbed completely my life. It's awful and marvellous.
About job... Now I'm trapped in the stage which ends the course I've attended in Milan, but it's not very useful. The period is not the right one, the firm is not the right one, the coworkers - or the costagists, to tell the truth - are not the right ones. It seems a strange kind of tale.
Then I got a lot of proposal for the future... in the press graphics of course. But the nicest one regards a place as video game tester in Frankfurt. Tomorrow I will go there, and hope they will decide they want me to work there. I want to change place, to know different people, to understand a new language, to gain money, to live on my own.
In this period of great confusion, many things happen.
Last weekend I went to a wedding... the one after the next one I'll go in Tuscany...
And today... I finally met a friend of mine... one of those friend I never met before. He wrote the features I translated for the mag where I worked. He's great. I even was able to chat a few. Perhaps his beer (I almost finished his beer) helped me to find courage to speak even if I haven't the right word on "the point of the tongue" as we Italian say.
I hope to see him soon.
And to find the time to write here sometimes, of course!!

About childhood

2005-06-06T15:51:00.000+02:00

Hi guys!
I got the printer and the scanner, all in one, so I will be able to post much more pics! Aren't you happy?
I cannot explain you very well my skill to be just like a child, but I suppose that this picture may explain this better than one billion words.
Simple things make me happy. Soooo happy.

About Happiness Or Chaos Or Childhood

2005-04-29T03:18:00.000+02:00

My theatre-teacher says I always make sad characters. When I am able to be more joyous, I must put a bit of pulp in it. I.e. the lady that says the dad-to-be ... <>.
Why am I so tragic and sad when I try to act (even if it is improvization, it's a way of playing, I suppose)?
I feel myself a joyous people. A little melanchonic, especially in this period, but full of hopes.
What stops me? What stops my skill to be happy on the scene - or patinoire, as we improviser call the acting scene?
It cannot be only the need to sleep... I know I am tired, 300 km or a bit more by car in a day, a 5 hour lesson in Milan and so on are quite heavy... but there must be something more.
Why I ask you that?
Because you don't know me so much, but you have different way to think. I always search for various opinions.
When I was child, the question I made to everybody was "What's wrong about me?". Nobody answered, but everybody continue to avoid me.
Now I learned to make question less strong. But I continue to want to discover my faults, my mistakes, my lacks.
It's a period for questions.... excuse me...
In a certain way, I talked about chaos in my life, about my childhood and about happiness... but not in the exact way I intended to. I'll talk better about them in the next future.

Silence

2005-04-21T14:19:00.000+02:00

Only a bit of time, and lots of things to say...
Then, it happens that life goes on, things follow their way, and we have no time to stop and tell others everything... about the world that is around us and the thougts that pass in my mind.
I feel just like I abandoned all of you.
Give me some suggestions! I feel this blog must follow new rules... new subjects...
Tell me what you want to read about.
Thanks, my friends.

Really Nothing To Do?I Cannot Say "Me Too"

2005-03-29T17:12:00.002+02:00

If you don't have anything to do on this Earth, you can visit this place.
Today it's a quiet day, but I'm happy and tired and full of thoughts...
On Thursday I had a job meeting with the responsibles of a daily newspaper in Bologna. You must know, Bologna is one of my favourite cities, or better Bologna people is my favourite people.
It's not for a long period (2 or 4 months? or something more?) but it's not a problem... I just find a couple of friends that could rent me a room.
It would be a great occasion. But noone has contacted me yet. I really want to go there!
I wait till tomorrow, I don't want to seem an too unpatient. Damn, I want to know NOW if I can go and live there!
I'd even gain an interesting sum of money!

I Love Train

2005-03-10T09:22:00.000+01:00

You might think I am crazy, but it's true. I love train. It allows me to read!
In two weeks I read three books! Two are by Italian authors, will someone translate them?
First. La nottte dei pitagorici (Pitagoric Night maybe the translation) by Claudio Asciuti. Italian SF. Simply great. I swear it. World is divided in two kinds of people... Iron Shirts and Puckishes. Claudio cite a lot of music and philosophy and art. I loved this book. Really. I hope that it will be translated in each foreign language.... but I fear it won't be.
Second. Amata per caso (Accidentally loved maybe) by Stefano Zecchi. A book for girls. It talks about Malini, an Indian children that was sold by her mother. She lives a lot of troubles, but goes on. It's a book that gives courage.
Third. Alta Fedeltà High Fidelity by Nick Hornby. I had great expectations, after reading Nick's "About A Boy". I was waiting fo r a book that talked about great feelings and modern society. I found a book, simple to read, but there happens nothing at all. It seems that the true solution to make the world turn in the right way is "to do nothing, to change nothing". Bad, damn!
Have you got some special book to suggest me? I have so much time to spend reading!

The Course

2005-03-04T01:57:00.000+01:00

Hi Pretty Guys! Hi Shiny Ladies!
I didn't have a lot of time to write here in the last period. I'm so sorry!
But the course in Milan is stealing me a lot of time. A lot of body and mind resorces.
It's quite funny. There are people of each kind... it seems I am the one who wants most to learn marketing and communication...
This course is really important for me. I can learn how to sell, DAMN! It means I can sell my graphic products on my own!
But I saw a thing that made me dream...
In front of the place where I attend the course, there is an agency of LOWE PIRELLA (a big ad agency... do you know it?). Maybe a day I'll ring there.
My boyfriend won't be happy if I will find a work in Milan. It's a bit far from his town (not so much, an hundred of kms, about 60 miles).
Now there's a new chapter in my life, and I want to write the better story I've ever written. And I'll do it. You can bet on it.

Alone In Milan

2005-02-21T23:05:00.000+01:00

This morning I got up quite early, before 7 a.m.. I had to go to Milan! Why?
You know I sent tons of cv's around the globe (only in Northern Italy, I must admit). I partecipated to a selection as tourist entertainer in the afternoon. I failed because I am not very sporty, I said I am in the graphician field (had I to lie?) and I am too empathic with children.
While in the morning I went to a place where they organize a course+stage on ICT. It's free. You must know, when I hear the word free something weird happens in my mind and I must appreciate and enjoy the free thing/subject/book/course/drink/anything-else-on-this-world.
I think they organized it in a very short lack of time. They know the 9 subjects they will teach, but don't have a definite program yet.
The course must start on next Monday. I'm interested on this thing, I am sure it would be useful to complete my job skills, but if I won't have a program to control, it will be difficult to accept. I must spend there 600 hours of my life, making 21x2x5=210 rail and metro commutings. Other 900 hours. I want to know how I spend them.
Yesterday and today were snowy! It was soooo cold, and I spent all day long walking alone in Milan

Search In Chaos

2005-02-16T01:30:00.000+01:00

As you probably considered, chaos involves my whole existence. Now I'm looking for a real job, but chaos enters without any mercy in all researches I make.
I am sending my graphic curriculum vitae to any kind of firm... to promoter agencies, to tourist villages, to learning institutes. I want to earn some money. NOW.
I also contacted sindicates to try to have some of the money they didn't give me in the bike mag. They are 5000 euros. It means 6000 bucks or something more!
Those money would be useful in this period of projects, dreams, flights in space and in mind.
P.S. Maybe I'll soon do my first plane trip! I have to go to Spain...

Behind Blue Eyes

2005-02-11T02:49:00.000+01:00

I just felt in love with Behind Blue Eyes by Limp Bizkit.
Acoustic guitar behind everything is so nice.
I hear it in loop on my earpieces, close my eyes and then wrrite here.
Fortunately I know where any key is, so I won't make a lot of mistakes.
I'd have to charge some image on this blog, it's starting to become too normal.
I'd have to talk about my past lives.
I'd have to talk about my future lives.
How many things to do! Will I be able to do something?
I must become able to charge even music on the site. But I'll put a button where you can abilitate it. I hate when you enter a site and start hearing something. You will have the choice. To hear or not.
Now, it's time to go to bed. It's quite late, considered last night I didn't sleep at all!

A Blog Experience

2005-02-07T20:54:00.000+01:00

I cannot manage to translate my Italian blog in English, but if you want to make a laugh and to have an unprecisate idea of what I talk about there, just click here. Thanks to Google that make this sort of things.
Only a thing: when I translated this blog in Italian, I discovered that this Google translator transforms posts in little trees! Weird!

I Am The Fourth One

2005-02-02T21:49:00.000+01:00

Two posts in a very short lack in time.
Marzia, are you becoming crazy? Did you decide to waste all your time in blogging?
It simply happened a thing I wanted to share with you!
I saw among my referrers a Google search. I controlled what they searched for on Shinystat and I discovered they searched for Marzia, my name. Then I searched my name in English.
In your language, I am the FOURTH result! If you do not believe me, or if you want to check if I am still there, just click here.

One Disappeared Twice

2005-02-02T21:17:00.000+01:00

Today I had lunch with a boy that was very important in my life.
I avoided him for a lot of time because I knew how much I liked him. But there were, and there still is, a boyfriend in my life.
But there is something that ties us. A strange kind of familiarity, of friendship, of immediate comprehension of what the other one is saying.
I read all his blog this evening. A bit less of two years of thoughts. Thoughts about work and music and women. The last ones seem to disappear in his life. I just remember when he disappeared in mine, exactly twice, exactly in this period of the year. Four and five years ago.
I still like him. It's a matter of fact.
Once, I decided not to worry about him.
Then, when I found a boyfriend, I started worrying because we didn't close our relationship.
Now, I decide not to worry about him.
Even if there is not a precise why.

The sad path between boredom and spying

2005-01-31T19:07:00.000+01:00

Today I did absolutely nothing at work. I asked my chief for something to do, but all there was for me was spying my coworkers. It's an interesting thing, at least I learn something, while I don't learn a lot when I'm working in that office without any help; but it's frustrating to sit behind a person and control each movement he/she does.
I know how I hate when someone is watching at me while I'm working. I just feel controlled and work worst.
So, this kind of activity risks to worsen:
1. the job of the agency;
2. my importance in the agency;
3. my popularity among the colleagues.
I've got only one way. To go on my seat, and stay there, looking my email.
I'll continue to spy, because just sitting is not what I need. I need to learn, DAMN!

PS If you know some good and simple English site to learn something about graphics (web especially) please tell me it! I'm trying to learn something from Italian ones, but to have other sources is very important.

Margot Runs!

2005-01-29T14:04:00.000+01:00

You cannot understand how happy I am!
I finally made it! Now Margot can run Internet!
I can see blogs in this huge screen! The one of Merlino is so nice, but so little!
Now everything will become more simple!
It was very difficult, the useful manual was in English, and there weren't all the explanations. I had to try and try and try.
And try once and twice and thrice more.
Now, I'm chair-dancing while emailing and posting because I'm joyful. How crazy I am?

A Test

2005-01-27T16:37:00.000+01:00

I've got a test for you.
Try to turn upside down your keyboard. Even if you are at work. Especially if you are at work.
Then move smash and beat it.
You will be surprised of what will come down.
You will find things you considered lost forever.
You will find things someone else lost there.
I found a lot of dust. I found even four staples. It sounds weird.

Kids, don't try to do this if your computer is a laptop!
And don't crash the keyboard on other objects! Is that OK?

Mom Discovered Internet

2005-01-26T19:19:00.000+01:00

What a mess! I don't know what happens there in UK and US, but I'm sure your tech level is quite high. Here in Italy, it seems that if you are older than 25, you cannot understand anything about the World Wide Web.
I tried to explain mom how to use Internet. The only thing she wanted to learn was how to chat. No Google research, no blog, nothing. To chat. I saw her while chatting. She puts on a big brown pair of glasses, starts glaring at the screen as she is looking in the absolute vacuum, tries to read what other write and... doen't write anything at all!
Fortunately, chat times are passed for me. I used to do this in 1998. It seems two or three lives ago.
How many different lives are there in your existence?
I had several ones. I'll describe them soon...

Long letters, short posts

2005-01-22T15:00:00.000+01:00

Hey you, I'm a lazy girl, you must know it.
I love to read, I love to write, but when I surf the net I'm not in the mood for things that require a lot of time.
When I want to read or to write long pieces, I write a letter. Emails are ok, but true letters, written on a sheet with a pen are the best!
Have you ever tried? It's a fascinating hobby!

Got A Lot!

2005-01-20T13:26:00.000+01:00

In this little period I got a lot of things...
First, I got flu. My first week end in which people cannot smoke in closed places (it's a new law, here in Italy) was awful, because I don't smoke, but smoke all the people I was with... I take too much cold. Then, on Monday, my chief told me nasty things, just like they don't need me and that 450 euros are a lot of money whether I'm almost unuseful. I suppose I felt myself so bad that it helped my influenza to spread herself in all her strongness.
Second, I got Merlino! Finally! It seems he had a bug in the bios, that made him become mad. The hard disk was injured, but with a new hard disk, anything seems to go! Now I'm writing here using him!
Third, I got iMac! He/She (but I suppose she, even if I still don't know her name... but I feel she has a French name!) is in front of me, behind Merlino. She is great but I wasn't able to use Internet with her, I don't know how to do this. She wants a server number just like 143.237.128.24 but I got a telephone number for the DSL... what a mess. I'll work with her later.
Soooooo... finally I'm REALLY back!

...Still Waiting For...

2005-01-12T17:26:00.000+01:00

I'm becoming crazy. Even more I've always been.
Do you know when everything in your life seems sad? And you are waiting for something that could finally change all that awful stuff in your life?
Often people wait for something unprecisate, or have some definite hope but do nothing to make it real.
Damn! I did all I had to do. I went to a shop to buy my iMac, on December 30th. They told me it would arrive on January 10th.
I'm still waiting for it.
It's not enough to do any effort to change my life - especially about job.
I'm bored. I want things to change. I'll do everything I can.
About Merlino? The same story. The care centre destroyed the hard disk with a phisical format, then ordered a new hard disk that will arrive on Wednesday, because tomorrow is "Sant'Ilario", the saint that protects Parma (my city).
They tell that even the mother board could have some problem, but they are swimming in murky waters. They have no idea of which ache affects my dear Merlino.

Happy New Year

2004-12-29T13:09:00.000+01:00

I love you. I hope I will restart to daily post very soon.
In the meantime, I hope my wishes for a great 2005 will be enough.

iMac

2004-12-17T04:56:00.000+01:00

Merlino, my laptop, often abandones me. The hard disk start knocking and the computer stops working.
Today I gave a look to Apple site. a Power Book costs so much! with 1 GB RAM, a 250 GB HD, and the 20 inches cinema screen costs 3658 euros, something near to 4000 bucks.
Instead an iMac, that strange screen that contains inside the computer, with the same skills, costs 2409 euros, around 2600 dollars.
I'd like to have an apple at home.
I'd like to work at home.
Now I'm working for the graphic agency I talked about two months ago... but things are not going as I wished.
Things never go as someone wish, I suppose.
I'd like to work for many people, I'd like to learn different things.
I want to grow up. Grow up what I know, grow up my mind, grow up my feelings.

BACK TO THE NET

2004-12-15T18:52:00.000+01:00

Hi guys!
As I promised you, I'm back to the Net. I got an Internet connection at home.
In these 50 days a lot of things happened. So many things.
I've just ended to argue with mom, because she's worried about what dad could do with my mind. Dad passed 10 years without even talk to me, and the first 4 years we lived in the same house. He's old, he's 74 near to 75. He could be my grand-dad.
I do know he's a dangerous person, I do know how he could hurt only with words, I do know how I suffered, I do know everything, but he's old and alone. My heart doesn't allow me to send him to hell.
He tries to convince me how he was a good man, how mom is bad and so on.
And she fears he could change my mind.
I'm so sad.
But I got Internet... I'll try to rid of my pain talking with all you.

Bye bye, reader

2004-10-28T17:55:00.000+02:00

I don't know when I'll be back to post on this blog.
My office will shut down and I have no place to connect to the web.
I'm trying to get ADSL at home (do you name ADSL a 1200Kb download band in America and England too?) but it seems to be a bit more difficult than I thought.
Gentle ladies, interesting men, I have to greet you.
I hope I will come back very very soon, but I cannot grant anything. It's such a sad thing. I'll miss you! Come and visit me sometimes, I'll do my best to post something as soon as possible.
I want to greet even who has come to this blog without the intention. I want to greet everyone. I want to be there, and hug each one of you.
I'm starting to become too much sentimental, it's better I stop writing now.

Blogexplosion

2004-10-27T16:25:00.000+02:00

I'd like my weblog could be visited by tons of visitors. How can I make it become more popular? I have a lot of chances... This is the last one I found, thanks to Garrison (you find the link to his blog on the right, I don't remember the address.

There are also a lottery to gain more visits, and a lot of misterious winners... it sounds weird but is quite funny. You gain credits visiting other blogs, so... the more you peek around, the more extra visitors you'll have. I found a way to waste time while I will not have a job.
(But there are hopes I won't be without it for a long time...)

On rent

2004-10-25T14:25:00.000+02:00

The owner of the office where I'm still working (and will do it till Friday) put a "on rent" advice on each window of the office (we're on the first floor, we are able to move motorcycles inside and outside the office, so anyone who pass here can see these advices).
I feel without the ground under my feet. They moved even some desks and archives. All the pictures on the wall were brought away, too. I'd like to cry, but fortunately I've got too many things to do to waste time in such an unuseful thing.
Sometimes the owners enters with someone who will rent this office. What there will be here?
Nothing as interesting as a motorcycle mag, you can bet on it.

My last picture

2004-10-22T17:26:00.000+02:00

It's not a great pic, but it's the most recent I have!
My chief did it. I don't love him too much, as you may suppose. It's not a great shot but there's my new pink hat, I really love it. It's so warm, wool outside and other wool, white and thick, inside.
Run away... I'll finish this post on monday... distiller is getting my mac slow slow slow.
It's finally monday... I've got a lot of work to do... but I found a pair of minutes... enough to add a couple of rows to the text and to make it suite to the image!
My chief did this pic, I said... I was a few ashamed, I didn't "give myself" to the camera... you need to thrust who's shooting at you to do this!

It's all Greek to me!

2004-10-21T16:09:00.001+02:00

Now I'm very interested in history. So I told mom to buy for me some history books... now in Italy there are two daily mags that edit them, as an "attachment" (don't know the right word, and I feel to lazy to search it).
They are huge books, each one describing the history of a century or of a people.
I only had the time to start reading the one of the Greeks.
I found it very beautiful, but then, going on reading, I found a chapter very slow to read, about pottery and metals and other manufacts. The why is that it was of another writer.
So I started getting info about the good author, Peter Levi. And discovered he wrote a romance, The Light Garden of the Angel King. Did he wrote something else in English? I know about a history atlas, this romance and a few poetry.
I suggest you to read something about him!
If you look for a better description about the book (I didn't read it, but soon will do so) you can find it here.
I put on line the Italian cover... hope you will forgive me, I don't wont to charge another pic on my web space! And, I found amusing to see different covers. In the future I will show an example of differences, it's a promise.

You are the perfect drug

2004-10-18T09:32:00.000+02:00

What's the perfect drug? I have my own idea about it.
My drug is to dance. If I can scream too, it's better.
Friday I passed all the night dancing. It was a while I didn't this, because my boyfriend doesn't love to dance and I don't love to see him sitten on a chair with a beer and a bored mood, and he even doesn't look at me.
I didn't stop one minute. The nicest moments are when I lose control, look at the ceiling or at the floor, and when my eyes come back to a normal front view, what I see is not what I expect, because I turned too much and my balance is gone.
To lose control. There's nothing better. There's nothing that makes me feel more free.

How programmers waste time

2004-10-14T17:52:00.000+02:00

Have you ever wondered how a programmer could spend his night when he stays asleep? I am sure he thinks where he can put some oddities in his programs, esp if they're important and used as MS ones, or Adobe.
If you are curious about this, you can see a lot of those experiments in Egg Heaven, a strange paradise full of bugs and similar.
In these days I'm a websurfer, and communicate my discoveries... if you would like me to talk about anything else, just suggest!
Just add a memorial that appears in Photoshop when you digit Verdanafrancis in the font box then close the window...

Change religion

2004-10-13T17:48:00.000+02:00

Hi guys! Netsurfing near and far I found two amusing way to change your opinion, and the one of other people! They are quite different... Plug & Pray suggests you how to change others mind, whether Church of Steelle is an original, well based new religion. Only a suggest to Steelle... plz refer to the basic principle in the site... you showed them in your blog, why don't in the Church Official Site? How do you think you can have new subscribers? (To subscribe a religion... it sounds weird)

A year has gone

2004-10-12T08:33:00.000+02:00

Now the fog dominates upon everything, possesses houses and streets and it seems that had stolen the heart to people that forget to be gentle with stranger.
Last year, in the same period, weather was kinder.
It was evening, I was in a hurry, I was hungry, and tried to shoot the clouds near to the horizon.
If I'll try to do something similar this evening, all I will be able to catch are rain, fog and cold.

Blogmania

2004-10-11T13:58:00.000+02:00

I know I have no time, I know I don't use properly English language, I know a lot of things. But there's a weird dream I have.
Bloggers of all countries, I'd like to found a common blog, a place with a common topic where there are lot of members that partecipate. Have you got a topic you would like to talk about?
I'd like also to keep some 2-members blog, where exchanging one-o-one ideas, suggestions, and anything else, just like in usual mails. It's a kind of public mails, but it sounds nice!
What do you think about?
Have you ever thought to do this?
Did you success?

A world of curses and chains

2004-10-07T18:35:00.000+02:00

A night, last winter, I started reading the first 10 issues of Spawn, a Comics by Todd Mc Farlane. My Gosh, this Al Simmons, involved in an evil tie with Malebolgia, fascinated me so bloody much! His chains, his continued thoughts about her wife, the sadness because she is married with his friend Terry... It's simply marvellous!
I've fallen into this world. Started seeing chains in real life.
Then discovered a few about Todd Story. He founded Image Comics to treat right all the people who was exploited by majors like Marvel. But then tried to exploit others, too. The machine doesn't work. Who gains money always wants to gain more.
I promised to myself I'll read something by Neil Gaiman, one of the persons that Todd used too much.
I feel just like I was betrayed.

I hate you so much right now

2004-10-06T18:03:00.000+02:00

Oh no, I'm not in heart troubles just like Kelis was when singing this song (now she's so good-looking, but too popular! and too basing everything on her sexuality!).
I do hate Tweety, this yellow bird that says only stupid things (in Italy... "Mi è semblato di vedele un gatto" - It seems there's a cat - he transforms r in l... in English perhaps r become v...). I don't know why, but if someones makes me a gift involved with Warner Bros cartoons, there's always Tweety. Cannot they give me a Taz accessory?
I do hate Diddl too, for other reasons. He's not so unkind just like Tweety, but all penpals I had got crazy for his stuff... letter sheets, peluches, pens... everything. I don't like when you must love something to be uniform to a certain class. My Gosh... there are plenty of cartoons, why Diddl? Because he's nice and polite? I'd like to see those shy girls (who doesn't have the courage to see the real world and pass all their time to write letters) when a real white mouse walk by their feets.
Do you know a thing? I prefer Jerry the Mouse.

I'm a maniac...

2004-10-04T18:10:00.004+02:00

maniac...
Not only for 80's sound tracks... (This is the one of Flashdance) but also for Dance Dance Revolution, Pump It Up, and all dancing machines on this universe!
Have you ever seen one of them? You must jump, stepping on the arrows following the ones that you can see on the coin-op screen.
It's very nice, it helps to lose weight (I do need to, as my boyfriend often remembers me), and you may know lot of people with the same passion!
It's a childish game, but I DO LOVE IT!
Remember... shy people, don't try to do this if you want to remain shy!
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I added a pair of pics... so you can understand what I am talking about!
These pictures are not the best... hope they're enough!

A pair of keys

2004-10-01T18:01:00.000+02:00

September has just gone. What did it remain? It remains the keywords that Shinystat registered for me. This blog is born three weeks ago, and didn't have a lot of success.
It seems noone is looking for something I talk about. You simply search someone else. garrison steelle, who I find lovely, and scott peterson murder trail update 2004. I must confess this research scares me a lot. Never talked about him? Who is this person? A killer? The killed one?
Perhaps next time someone will search something about me, or about what I said. In my Italian blog I have about one hundred of keywords per month... there you can find the weirdest things. Are you curious about it? If you are, I'll try to translate some for you, so you'll know a bit of my Italian alter ego, too!

Katie's roots

2004-09-30T10:30:00.002+02:00

Katie, in one of my first post talked to me about her Italian origins. I promised her to do some research.
I found where the place are situated... Castelletto D'Orba in the North, Naples in the South, Polistena the most southern. My city, Parma, is situated at a latitude near to Castelletto, but toward east.
But I'm here to speak about Katie's origins, not mine... Sorry, I didn't enough researches and now I've got a lot of work to do... I read something about Castelletto d'Orba and decided it's a lovely place, perhaps I could visit it. In this case I'll take tons of pix, you can bet it!
I'll talk a few more about the place one by one in the next future.

Anything goes

2004-09-28T11:14:00.000+02:00

Do you remember the blond pretty girl singing at the beginning of the second episode of Indiana Jones? My capacity in listening/understanding English allows me to understand a bit of songs... but "anything goes" is a sentence I was able to recognize even when I was 12 and made my first steps with English...
This is not of any importance... I wanted only to remark something of a film I loved...
The thing that matters is that ANYTHING GOES!! Really. Yesterday afternoon I had a job meeting with an advertising agency in my city, Parma. I left my office here in Reggio Emilia two hours before the usual hour, took the car and tried to drive there. The street of the agency is quite strange, in many occasion you can drive it only in one way, and I got lost. I called my friend Vittoria, who works there, and she made me lose once more. Fortunately, one of her coworkers, Daniela, helped me. I got there, and the chief, Walter, was so gentle with me. Asked me only a pair of things (and I was trained what to talk about because of a training I made with freddieblues that yesterday made me a lot of questions. It's a tiny office, full of people, but it seems very nice. People cooperates there. It's what I need to grow.
They must call me in the next days. Walter told me it's almost sure I'm in. The only thing to do is to greet everyone here and to bring away what I have in this office. Few material things.
But I left here a piece of my heart, I can't take this one back.

Si Stava Meglio Quando Si Stava Peggio(It was better when it was worst)

2004-09-23T16:23:00.000+02:00

Here in Italy we have a large amount of proverbs and common sentences. One of the most repeated, of the most strange and, absolutely, one of the most true in each situation is Si stava meglio quando si stava peggio that literally means that in old times, when we had a lot of problems, was better than now, with less problems but...
But... the situation where I work is very sad. Not because we weren't paid for a while, not because the office will be transfered 150 km away from here. We used to be a group, a beautiful group, the best you can find. We passed on huge troubles, we did it when noone intended to bet on us. We worked a lot, but it was funny and satisfing to work together.
Now, with a new director, everything has changed. The strength we ~~have~~ had is lost forever. Now everyone will follow his way (to success I hope, because we are great persons). I want to remember us joking and smiling.
Lately I'm quite nostalgic... it's not a feeling I'm used to. But I'm full of hope, too... so don't worry about me!

Wannabe a Joker

2004-09-21T10:03:00.000+02:00

When I was just a little girl I asked my mother what would I be, "Would I be pretty, would I be rich" She's going to say to me "Que sera sera, whatever will be will be, the future...
Here in Italy this song is the jingle of Barilla ad on TV... but it's not what I want to tell. I want to tell you what I wish to become in the future, what I'm working for.
I want to be a joker, the card you play when you don't know what to do, when no one else has time left and I am there to solve the problem. To learn all the necessary, to study a solution, and then to do everything I can.
It would be a wonderful occasion to test my skills, to learn lot of new things, to do every day a different job. Because I'm a person who get bored quite in a hurry, and don't want to stay all the life stopped in the same position doing the same job, each and every day. I couldn't do this.

Au Revoir, Darling Granny

2004-09-20T09:08:00.000+02:00

I've got only one living grandparent, but she doesn't like me very much. She lives quite far (in Switzerland, near Lugano) and argued too much with mom (her daughter).
You must know I am a person who needs to love so much, and cannot live without a granny at all. So, I usually adopt one as often as I can. The last was Gina, my boyfriend one. She was a nice old lady, very tiny. Even if she was tired of living, she had always a smile for me. I often kept her hands in mine, kissed her cheeks, and tried to talk to her even if she didn't hear well and didn't understand all I said (she knew better dialect than Italian... and I am dialect-phobic).
Good bye, Granny. Have a nice trip to heaven. I'll keep you in my heart, for ever and ever.

The importance of being smiley

2004-09-17T11:14:00.000+02:00

I always think what to post while commuting. So, it often happens I talk about my little trips or about the Italian rail system.
I always smile when there is a kind person that stops his/her car to make me go on my own way on a zebra cross. I do this even in darkest day, when my feelings are bad and I'd like to be anyone but me.
I must confess that these smiles to unknown people help me to live better. They give me happiness and new strength.
Many people does not know this huge power. Treat everybody bad while in sad mood. I'm happy I'm able to smile. Hope will never shut up.

Please stand in a queue

2004-09-16T11:26:00.000+02:00

~~Tomorrow~~ This morning I had to go to the railstation by bus, because of the rain. I rolled down the stairs in a hurry and took the bus before it ran away.
I found the ticket after analizing cm per cm my bag, and obviously it passed a while. Then there was no more sitting places, and I thought about ordinate English queue at bus stops. I thought at buses full of sitting places, hundreds perhaps.
Here in Italy buses has got 15-23 sitting places and 80 or 90 persons could stay on their feet.
Fortunately, our engineers are not very good in managing space, and I found a place to put my buttocks onto near the ticket-stamp-machine. It was not as comfortable as a seat, but it was more than nothing. Usually children and teenagers do that. A 28 years olded girl is too old to do this, I fear.

What about going to the fun fair?

2004-09-15T09:36:00.000+02:00

Once upon a time even Marziotta went to school. She had a very old English teacher who tried to make her and her mates understand English, but did this in a very strange way. For example, one morning, she passed a whole hour on the most important English sentence, as she said. All the pupils had to repeat and repeat and repeat, together and one by one, What about going to the fun fair?. Never told it at the right manner.
I'm still asking myself what I was mistaking, and what's so difficult in this simple phrase. Sometimes it dingle in my head, without stopping. For whole hours.
If someone does know the importance of this sentence, could explain it to me? My best thanks in advance.

Nothing to talk about? What about Blogidea?Seriously... Where does the other sock end up?

2004-09-14T08:38:00.000+02:00

Tomorrow I had not a serious matter to talk about. I gave a look on google and found Blogidea! It's a nice thing, but you must post some suggestion too, because the database seems to be not so full...
I decided the nicest sentence I read is "seriously... where does the other sock end up?". I suppose there's not an answer. If someone knows... Really, I think there must be some kind of hell or paradise where uncoupled socks go, and pass the eternity... It must be a coloured place... because of all mine I've lost... I use to dress coloured ones. Now I'm in love with stripes... today I wear yellow fuchsia green orange ones.

Strathisla

2004-09-13T17:05:00.000+02:00

Never could imagine this, in my whole life. Never could, never could.
Strathisla is made from the same distillery that give us Chivas Regal. But Strasthisla is much more tasty!
They started doing it in 1786, in Scotland, and was called Milltown (don't ask me why).
You can find something about general whisky history too. If you do like whisky as I do, or even more, you'll find this site very interesting.

Shy at Oktoberfest - Red wine chats

2004-09-13T14:15:00.000+02:00

I am a shy lady, as you may see. Not always, only sometimes. I'm shy when I am in the wrong group of people, or while working. Why do I seem shy in front of a huge beer? Dunno. I only know I would like to come back to Oktoberfest this year too. It's a great occasion to meet stranger people, to chat and to pass nice hours! Never found a place where people do wants so much to communicate!
I need to know new people, it's a particular period of my life in which I desperately need that. To tell the truth, I had many periods like that...
And... what about beer? Oh, it's not my favourite alcoholic drink... I prefer red wine, it's perfect for evenings passed among friends, chatting and joking and smiling. If I must drink heavy, instead, nothing better than an old whisky (or whiskey). Lagavulin, Glen Morangie, Stratishla. About the last one... someone know something? I found it only in two pubs, here in Italy... If noone will say me something, I'll do my own research, as I use to do in my Italian blog.

Want a Gmail? - Unself selfishness

2004-09-10T17:37:00.000+02:00

I'm getting mad. I have two gmail accounts. There's one that, every day, has 6 new invites to share. Today I have 5 to give... Perhaps I'll have some even in the future. I'm trying to use all invites I have. It is nice to help people, to give something to others when it does not cost anything.
I am a strange girl. I always find an unself reason to be selfishness, or vice versa. I do love it. I feel better when I do something for others. Most of all, I feel at the best if I could do something useful for me and for others. Is this crazy? Obviously it is! But I never said to be normal.
Please help me in helping you.

DONE

2004-09-10T10:58:00.000+02:00

Finally I was able to use Blogger and to charge this blog onto the net! Now everybody could see this English experiment! Perhaps I will find Eng friends too! Wow! Now I have few time to dedicate... I'll come back soon, granted.

I swear

2004-09-10T10:37:00.000+02:00

I swear you can believe in me. I swear... But the greatest thing I swear is my theatre experiment... theatral improvisation... I am quite a shy one in many situations, and try to go over this problem, to play in front of a great public without knowing what to say... I swear, it's a greatest battle to fight! Will I win? Or I will fall? I'll try, as always do. I'll do my best.
How my Word Assistant (Merlin) says... If you do your best, everything will go at the best. But... it says this things only to me? I am sure the Italian version has not this peculiarity, so I am happy to use English Office. He gives me suggestions about how to wear (not to mix tartan with stripes), to avoid problems (not to dive in murky waters), to learn to play the piano (it would be a great idea, I'm only able to play the flute) and last but not least You can hurt yourself if you run with scissors
I believe we always run with scissors, in a way or another. We run a risk in every moment, we keep hot things with us. This is life. Avoid the scissor.
I swear I'll do my best, and I'll try to avoid all the scissor I must keep in my hand.

Note that here you can find a resume of Word Assistant Smart Phrases.

Excuses Before Anything Else

2004-09-08T17:07:00.001+02:00

I have too many blogs. I'll try to keep this one in English. Hope I'll do a nice job. But I fear I won't.

Scuse anticipate

2004-09-08T17:07:00.000+02:00

Questo blog non lo userò molto, ve lo dico. Dovevo pure aprirlo per commentare i blogger però...
Troppi blog per una persona sola.
Già fatico a gestirne decorosamente uno.