The lawn is gone, is a thicket of brambles and debris. Even the curve is no longer: Instead of steps, towards the top of the third ring climbs a hill of dirt. And rocks, spikes, turf chewed by giant teeth. We got all the awfulness of demolition, death Delle Alpi stadium, which might be worth looking at closing their eyes and imagining that the plant will be. Why, if it is held open, as if a tornado had just shot down in the living room vostra.La opening night in the spring of 1990 there was a lot of that traffic from going mad. Mixed Juve / Toro against Porto. The world in one step, and the city prides itself on a bowl for football grand finally. And it happened to be things in here, until the bulldozers yesterday: call to cut concrete, but also errors. Because if a city gets rid of such a Cyclops even after twenty years, it means that someone made a mistake. And that also have been demolished lots and lots of money. Sixty billion lire for precisione.È a beautiful sunny afternoon, you would not think even a funeral and instead a little 'is. The ship is in pieces: the seat via the forum, even though they knew at the time the ultras do best, which is worse. Via Del Piero's wort and Zidane, but also to ToroAjax, former UEFA Cup final. One evening, here, seems to be in the circus five years ago, Juventus v Real Madrid, many of that phenomena in the field that looked like a game of Fantasy Football. Semi-finals of the Champions League, Juventus stravinsero then were defeated by AC Milan on penalties in the final Manchester.Oppure that other time: a Feast for the Scudetto Juve Vialli and Ravanelli, when the fans down the camp's almost like yesterday. It will remain indelible for those who were there, the scene of Juve fan that came with a side sottobraccio.Adesso silence is not interrupted by roars of cheering, but the hammer blows. Noise tracks, isolated voices of workers and technicians. The gravediggers, or maybe the midwives. Here you die, you are born here: the new system of Juve, what will be called by the name of a sponsor, will not have the runway to the players walked away from the public, will be smaller (less than 20,000 spectators) and more compact, will have shops and a playground. Instead, the ship had a lot of empty space when you walked in the belly, the steps resounded loud and not to walk seemed endless. Big rooms, corridors, staircases, a maze, a perfect place for those terrible dreams where you run away and not waste esce.Quanto, though. This pile of useless things while he paid someone. It returns the memory to the "magical nights" of Italy in 1990, to all the ruins that were later abandoned in remote corners of the city, such as "media centers" that were like huge balloons and all who have fallen into disuse soon or later. That colossal wasted opportunity, the cascade of public and private money from the Event swallowed yet, even after we vent'a nni's oldest stadiums in Europe, uncomfortable, dangerous. We have fun with BrasileArgentina, and then Juve won here a lot 'of things, but always feeling a guest in another's house, inside the stadium is too big, too cold (in every sense: environmental and climate, because the winter died of cold currents were everywhere) and too empty. Because the Delle Alpi was also undermined by the crisis in football, a TV model increasingly intrusive (but also more convenient, economical and safe) and the grandeur of no real use. Turin is not Milan, and a full house there was very few times the last to have succeeded, but not Del Piero Vasco Rossi.Adesso you feel strange, ambiguous feelings in front of these tons of nothing but it was something. In front of these ruins, the innards of a piece of Turin that was supposed to redeem a tough neighborhood without ever succeeding. The same speech repeated by authorities at the Lingotto, when Juventus has unveiled its new plant: an opportunity for Valette, not only super prison and slaughterhouse but a sport place to live seven days a week. Pure utopia does not happen even in England, where the stages are a bit modello.Crolla 'history of Turin, which will be crushed by that. Poor old and not even in the Alps would have been better not having ever built, with the athletics track that was used only once, for the Grand Prix. Once only since 1990 yesterday. Together with your body, your bones and your flesh cement, falls that ridiculous name more suitable for a pension in Val di Lanzo. I wonder if in the Alps will be worse the next. It depends on the sponsor wishes.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Trapped In The Closet 22-32
Farewell to the "Delle Alpi" Delusions
The lawn is gone, is a thicket of brambles and debris. Even the curve is no longer: Instead of steps, towards the top of the third ring climbs a hill of dirt. And rocks, spikes, turf chewed by giant teeth. We got all the awfulness of demolition, death Delle Alpi stadium, which might be worth looking at closing their eyes and imagining that the plant will be. Why, if it is held open, as if a tornado had just shot down in the living room vostra.La opening night in the spring of 1990 there was a lot of that traffic from going mad. Mixed Juve / Toro against Porto. The world in one step, and the city prides itself on a bowl for football grand finally. And it happened to be things in here, until the bulldozers yesterday: call to cut concrete, but also errors. Because if a city gets rid of such a Cyclops even after twenty years, it means that someone made a mistake. And that also have been demolished lots and lots of money. Sixty billion lire for precisione.È a beautiful sunny afternoon, you would not think even a funeral and instead a little 'is. The ship is in pieces: the seat via the forum, even though they knew at the time the ultras do best, which is worse. Via Del Piero's wort and Zidane, but also to ToroAjax, former UEFA Cup final. One evening, here, seems to be in the circus five years ago, Juventus v Real Madrid, many of that phenomena in the field that looked like a game of Fantasy Football. Semi-finals of the Champions League, Juventus stravinsero then were defeated by AC Milan on penalties in the final Manchester.Oppure that other time: a Feast for the Scudetto Juve Vialli and Ravanelli, when the fans down the camp's almost like yesterday. It will remain indelible for those who were there, the scene of Juve fan that came with a side sottobraccio.Adesso silence is not interrupted by roars of cheering, but the hammer blows. Noise tracks, isolated voices of workers and technicians. The gravediggers, or maybe the midwives. Here you die, you are born here: the new system of Juve, what will be called by the name of a sponsor, will not have the runway to the players walked away from the public, will be smaller (less than 20,000 spectators) and more compact, will have shops and a playground. Instead, the ship had a lot of empty space when you walked in the belly, the steps resounded loud and not to walk seemed endless. Big rooms, corridors, staircases, a maze, a perfect place for those terrible dreams where you run away and not waste esce.Quanto, though. This pile of useless things while he paid someone. It returns the memory to the "magical nights" of Italy in 1990, to all the ruins that were later abandoned in remote corners of the city, such as "media centers" that were like huge balloons and all who have fallen into disuse soon or later. That colossal wasted opportunity, the cascade of public and private money from the Event swallowed yet, even after we vent'a nni's oldest stadiums in Europe, uncomfortable, dangerous. We have fun with BrasileArgentina, and then Juve won here a lot 'of things, but always feeling a guest in another's house, inside the stadium is too big, too cold (in every sense: environmental and climate, because the winter died of cold currents were everywhere) and too empty. Because the Delle Alpi was also undermined by the crisis in football, a TV model increasingly intrusive (but also more convenient, economical and safe) and the grandeur of no real use. Turin is not Milan, and a full house there was very few times the last to have succeeded, but not Del Piero Vasco Rossi.Adesso you feel strange, ambiguous feelings in front of these tons of nothing but it was something. In front of these ruins, the innards of a piece of Turin that was supposed to redeem a tough neighborhood without ever succeeding. The same speech repeated by authorities at the Lingotto, when Juventus has unveiled its new plant: an opportunity for Valette, not only super prison and slaughterhouse but a sport place to live seven days a week. Pure utopia does not happen even in England, where the stages are a bit modello.Crolla 'history of Turin, which will be crushed by that. Poor old and not even in the Alps would have been better not having ever built, with the athletics track that was used only once, for the Grand Prix. Once only since 1990 yesterday. Together with your body, your bones and your flesh cement, falls that ridiculous name more suitable for a pension in Val di Lanzo. I wonder if in the Alps will be worse the next. It depends on the sponsor wishes.
The lawn is gone, is a thicket of brambles and debris. Even the curve is no longer: Instead of steps, towards the top of the third ring climbs a hill of dirt. And rocks, spikes, turf chewed by giant teeth. We got all the awfulness of demolition, death Delle Alpi stadium, which might be worth looking at closing their eyes and imagining that the plant will be. Why, if it is held open, as if a tornado had just shot down in the living room vostra.La opening night in the spring of 1990 there was a lot of that traffic from going mad. Mixed Juve / Toro against Porto. The world in one step, and the city prides itself on a bowl for football grand finally. And it happened to be things in here, until the bulldozers yesterday: call to cut concrete, but also errors. Because if a city gets rid of such a Cyclops even after twenty years, it means that someone made a mistake. And that also have been demolished lots and lots of money. Sixty billion lire for precisione.È a beautiful sunny afternoon, you would not think even a funeral and instead a little 'is. The ship is in pieces: the seat via the forum, even though they knew at the time the ultras do best, which is worse. Via Del Piero's wort and Zidane, but also to ToroAjax, former UEFA Cup final. One evening, here, seems to be in the circus five years ago, Juventus v Real Madrid, many of that phenomena in the field that looked like a game of Fantasy Football. Semi-finals of the Champions League, Juventus stravinsero then were defeated by AC Milan on penalties in the final Manchester.Oppure that other time: a Feast for the Scudetto Juve Vialli and Ravanelli, when the fans down the camp's almost like yesterday. It will remain indelible for those who were there, the scene of Juve fan that came with a side sottobraccio.Adesso silence is not interrupted by roars of cheering, but the hammer blows. Noise tracks, isolated voices of workers and technicians. The gravediggers, or maybe the midwives. Here you die, you are born here: the new system of Juve, what will be called by the name of a sponsor, will not have the runway to the players walked away from the public, will be smaller (less than 20,000 spectators) and more compact, will have shops and a playground. Instead, the ship had a lot of empty space when you walked in the belly, the steps resounded loud and not to walk seemed endless. Big rooms, corridors, staircases, a maze, a perfect place for those terrible dreams where you run away and not waste esce.Quanto, though. This pile of useless things while he paid someone. It returns the memory to the "magical nights" of Italy in 1990, to all the ruins that were later abandoned in remote corners of the city, such as "media centers" that were like huge balloons and all who have fallen into disuse soon or later. That colossal wasted opportunity, the cascade of public and private money from the Event swallowed yet, even after we vent'a nni's oldest stadiums in Europe, uncomfortable, dangerous. We have fun with BrasileArgentina, and then Juve won here a lot 'of things, but always feeling a guest in another's house, inside the stadium is too big, too cold (in every sense: environmental and climate, because the winter died of cold currents were everywhere) and too empty. Because the Delle Alpi was also undermined by the crisis in football, a TV model increasingly intrusive (but also more convenient, economical and safe) and the grandeur of no real use. Turin is not Milan, and a full house there was very few times the last to have succeeded, but not Del Piero Vasco Rossi.Adesso you feel strange, ambiguous feelings in front of these tons of nothing but it was something. In front of these ruins, the innards of a piece of Turin that was supposed to redeem a tough neighborhood without ever succeeding. The same speech repeated by authorities at the Lingotto, when Juventus has unveiled its new plant: an opportunity for Valette, not only super prison and slaughterhouse but a sport place to live seven days a week. Pure utopia does not happen even in England, where the stages are a bit modello.Crolla 'history of Turin, which will be crushed by that. Poor old and not even in the Alps would have been better not having ever built, with the athletics track that was used only once, for the Grand Prix. Once only since 1990 yesterday. Together with your body, your bones and your flesh cement, falls that ridiculous name more suitable for a pension in Val di Lanzo. I wonder if in the Alps will be worse the next. It depends on the sponsor wishes.
Friday, November 21, 2008
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personal ...
Dear reader,
I know that lately I have betrayed your expectations, I understand your position but I think the line you are taking, or that of indifference, is excessive. Draw up a blog is some what simple, anyone armed with a PC and an Internet connection can do it ... But do not fall into banality typical of those who make a lifestyle of self ... Well this definitely not. We must learn from the great writers that even in a repetitive fashion have always persisted in their own style without trying to beat the territories that belonged to him. I do not want so if you sometimes go days for inspiration decides to bear fruit, but you know the enemy as time, mood and the desire to ultimately have become increasingly aggressive and have more than one occasion prevailed.
For this reason I apologize if I have not been recently to the occasion, and I promise that I will do everything to regain your confidence. I have not forgotten, I always have a great desire to take care of you if not always successful in that. Of course even though you you make the effort to say something, sometimes you might even export. I know you've thought a thousand times but you continue to procrastinate, but you know who's important to me beyond the barricade.
With the hope of having reconciled the reports I salute you and thank you for your understanding.
Yari Buccoliero
PS
This small and insignificant post is dedicated to my Uncle Goofy.
Dear reader,
I know that lately I have betrayed your expectations, I understand your position but I think the line you are taking, or that of indifference, is excessive. Draw up a blog is some what simple, anyone armed with a PC and an Internet connection can do it ... But do not fall into banality typical of those who make a lifestyle of self ... Well this definitely not. We must learn from the great writers that even in a repetitive fashion have always persisted in their own style without trying to beat the territories that belonged to him. I do not want so if you sometimes go days for inspiration decides to bear fruit, but you know the enemy as time, mood and the desire to ultimately have become increasingly aggressive and have more than one occasion prevailed.
For this reason I apologize if I have not been recently to the occasion, and I promise that I will do everything to regain your confidence. I have not forgotten, I always have a great desire to take care of you if not always successful in that. Of course even though you you make the effort to say something, sometimes you might even export. I know you've thought a thousand times but you continue to procrastinate, but you know who's important to me beyond the barricade.
With the hope of having reconciled the reports I salute you and thank you for your understanding.
Yari Buccoliero
PS
This small and insignificant post is dedicated to my Uncle Goofy.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Cough Headache Fatigue
There's only one captain Roberto Saviano
I'm sorry but I just can not fail to do so. I just can not. I have to write a post on Alessandro Del Piero!
More coherence and to faith football. More by necessity than anything else.
I do not want the fans of opposing teams, each supporting their favorite and rightly so ... but we are talking about men and not all samples are. Del Piero
few years ago seemed to be 'peak of his career. "We were losing a European ... It 's a player over ... not take it anymore" were the recurring phrases. Now, at the ripe old age of 34 years celebrated with a goal on a free kick to Chievo, is at the height of its activities done in good times and bad, but glorious.
In all these years never take a stand, never striking a statement, never succumbing to the lure British single goal. For un'attacante is always the best answer.
And finally the other week at the Bernabeu his consecration, that was not the Ballon d'negatogli years ago, perhaps because they are too young and do not receive even now they are too old. But it is not new, the same fate has befallen Baresi and Maldini, and now also to Buffon.
What happened in Madrid, however, is worth more than 100 victories, is a bag in his heart that no one will scratch ... finally for once the winner is the sport.
Nobody can say it was about to Moggi, everything here is in the sunlight. Del Piero goes under the applause of the Spaniards, who are known not to be the symbol of sportsmanship, and almost apologize for the 2 goals scored addressed them a bow contaccambiando applause. Thanks Captain
last bastion of football is no more!
I'm sorry but I just can not fail to do so. I just can not. I have to write a post on Alessandro Del Piero!
More coherence and to faith football. More by necessity than anything else.
I do not want the fans of opposing teams, each supporting their favorite and rightly so ... but we are talking about men and not all samples are. Del Piero
few years ago seemed to be 'peak of his career. "We were losing a European ... It 's a player over ... not take it anymore" were the recurring phrases. Now, at the ripe old age of 34 years celebrated with a goal on a free kick to Chievo, is at the height of its activities done in good times and bad, but glorious.
In all these years never take a stand, never striking a statement, never succumbing to the lure British single goal. For un'attacante is always the best answer.
And finally the other week at the Bernabeu his consecration, that was not the Ballon d'negatogli years ago, perhaps because they are too young and do not receive even now they are too old. But it is not new, the same fate has befallen Baresi and Maldini, and now also to Buffon.
What happened in Madrid, however, is worth more than 100 victories, is a bag in his heart that no one will scratch ... finally for once the winner is the sport.
Nobody can say it was about to Moggi, everything here is in the sunlight. Del Piero goes under the applause of the Spaniards, who are known not to be the symbol of sportsmanship, and almost apologize for the 2 goals scored addressed them a bow contaccambiando applause. Thanks Captain
last bastion of football is no more!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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The truth has a price. High, high. But Saviano decided to pay every cent.
Regardless of what that entails exposing oneself in front of thousands of people telling the truth. But not his. Saviano tells the truth point. What is there for everybody, but nobody sees it, the one that everyone knows but no one knows.
I happened to see him on television last week. Not a moment's hesitation, not a moment of insecurity. Saviano tells of the slaughter that is taking place in a place very dear to him: his land. But what one must believe person in the place to be like him? Time, but so much. I feel really small in comparison to him.
But what disgusts me most is the opinion expressed by the same person who defends in his book Gomorra. Not all, mind you, but still a good number.
Saviano has made money with that book ... There always has been ... There is not only the mafia ... So recite some boys from a school in Casal di Principe. Saviano as if the money was earned them dishonestly, or as if he could now enjoy the fruits of his work as a reporter. For the uninitiated Saviano, for reasons easy to understand, he is forced to live, moving from one station to another without having to more contact with his family. As if it was under house arrest. This has paid the price for its consistency.
I am with him. No one touches Roberto Saviano.
Monday, October 13, 2008
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Hands Off Robbery foiled ... The Big Apple
Yeah I know! Are controversial!
But there's one thing I really can not stand ... Injustice!
Tifo always the smallest, the weakest ... is not a position, rather than a nature.
And so Saturday night I thought I'd meet my friends at a famous restaurant in Turin to celebrate the birthday of good old Onny.
I want to clarify that the name of this restaurant is well known mostly from the characteristic Roman cuisine that says to offer more than the quality of service provided.
However, unable to be present at the dinner I wanted to drink and eat a slice of cake with a dear friend ... so I thought.
But just entered the irreparable happens!
I state that I am not easily irritated, even try to be more accommodating to people, who knows me knows ... however presents itself to me of a sinister figure inanza commonly call a big dick, telling me (also smiling) for the entry were € 10 plus one drink was mandatory ...
Immediately I thought of being in a night, then go out and look at the sign ... is exactly the same twenty years, so I can not go wrong ...
I can not stand this kind of abuse ... the instinct of insult was really strong, but the situation did not allow it ...
So with my characteristic aplomb Pugliese asked if I could give a small present to Onny without having to chase different rates. The dick head nods, and then I go by my friend and I explained the situation. Of course, Onny offers to pay, but it is precisely here that is the point! There! Pay and for what? Why I walked into a restaurant where there is one who sings? Mica and I assumed I was not even Robbie Williams ... maybe at the end of dinner, the contributions to well ... Meanwhile
dickhead go back, check, see if I actually sat down with the others. After he hoped that the financing organized a rave in his local two-bit, go out.
And to think that the account of the table was well 420 €.
The thing that saddens me most is that these robberies are now entering the newspaper ... even the commandments are now 9 ... Power of the vile god of money!
But there's one thing I really can not stand ... Injustice!
Tifo always the smallest, the weakest ... is not a position, rather than a nature.
And so Saturday night I thought I'd meet my friends at a famous restaurant in Turin to celebrate the birthday of good old Onny.
I want to clarify that the name of this restaurant is well known mostly from the characteristic Roman cuisine that says to offer more than the quality of service provided.
However, unable to be present at the dinner I wanted to drink and eat a slice of cake with a dear friend ... so I thought.
But just entered the irreparable happens!
I state that I am not easily irritated, even try to be more accommodating to people, who knows me knows ... however presents itself to me of a sinister figure inanza commonly call a big dick, telling me (also smiling) for the entry were € 10 plus one drink was mandatory ...
Immediately I thought of being in a night, then go out and look at the sign ... is exactly the same twenty years, so I can not go wrong ...
I can not stand this kind of abuse ... the instinct of insult was really strong, but the situation did not allow it ...
So with my characteristic aplomb Pugliese asked if I could give a small present to Onny without having to chase different rates. The dick head nods, and then I go by my friend and I explained the situation. Of course, Onny offers to pay, but it is precisely here that is the point! There! Pay and for what? Why I walked into a restaurant where there is one who sings? Mica and I assumed I was not even Robbie Williams ... maybe at the end of dinner, the contributions to well ... Meanwhile
dickhead go back, check, see if I actually sat down with the others. After he hoped that the financing organized a rave in his local two-bit, go out.
And to think that the account of the table was well 420 €.
The thing that saddens me most is that these robberies are now entering the newspaper ... even the commandments are now 9 ... Power of the vile god of money!
Friday, October 10, 2008
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Perhaps you have wondered why New York is known as "The Big Apple," but certainly many have no idea ...
You should know that the term "The Big Apple" has a source of its own. This time it was heard for the first time in January 1920 by Fitzgerald two grooms on the lips of African-Americans in New Orleans, so they called the Hippodrome in New York. A Fitzgerald liked the expression, and so he used his newspaper, referring to reports of precisely the racecourse.
In 1930 a group of jazz musicians began to call "The Big Apple" the city of New York.
In 1971, Charles Gillett, president of the office of tourism, he used the term in a campaign to promote the city. Finally, in 1997, Mayor Rudolph Giuliani has called "Big Apple Corner" the angle between the road 540 West and Broadway (where Fitzgerald lived for some years) to pay homage to the great writer, in some ways the godfather of the definition.
It 's been a year since I've been there, do not want to bore you with a list of everything that interests me but I saw him live again with you how I felt!
Times Square
E 'was the first place where I landed, since I was a few steps from here. There was a continuous coming and going of people, the shops were open almost 24-24h and the signs were that the day is the confusion of the night ...
Statue of Liberty
Almost all those who visit are disappointed, perhaps because they expect to see some kind of amazing creature ... But I liked it, maybe not so much for the statue itself, but for what it represents, which is the symbol of New York ...
Ellis Island
Exciting. So much. I imagined the millions of immigrants who landed in what for 50 years has been the major border entry of the United States. Inside is a database where you can search for news on any relatives passed away.
Ground Zero
Of that not too many years ago was called the World Trade Center that remains is a huge construction site. I remember the sadness at seeing what was left after the events of 11 September. I thought about the people who lost their lives on that fateful hell. Distressing.
Brooklyn Bridge
Fascinating. The path I walk around. The top provides access to pedestrians and cyclists on the one hand the other, while the lower transit vehicles only. Superb.
Empire State Building
After an hour and a half tail end on the last deck on the 102nd floor. I looked down and my legs were shaking. I have never felt so small. Imperious.
Central Park
Here it was easy to get lost. It was huge, like all the rest. After walking I do not know what I have come to the strawberry field, a section of the park dedicated to the memory of John Lennon murdered not far away. E 'famous mosaic with the word IMAGINE. My thoughts at that moment was everything to him.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Mature Doing It Themselves
Come dance in Puglia!
One of the most popular summer hits of the summer just gone ran thus: "Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia, trembling like a leaf, leaf, leaf ..." Caparezza
teaches.
If you've never been there I highly recommend going there ...
.. like why? I'll explain it!
typical day in Liguria
Alarm
8:00 am Breakfast and departure for the sea (and up here ... nothing strange!)
10:00 am
'm spinning like an idiot to find a shit car but nothing ... The only 3 parking across Diano Marina are already occupied. Me promises a tough choice ... Or leave the car alive to the pastor, with the knowledge to meet a safety violation or choose to put in a private parking ... I opt for the latter!
Hours 10:30 am
private parking ... The manager tells me they do all day ... € 10 I try to reason with him ... I tell him that it's already 10 and a half and that around 17 I wanted to go ... Therefore, considering that mathematics is not an opinion I ask for half a day to pay half the price ... but speaking with the Ligurian when it comes to money and a little like asking Berlusconi to do the honest ... does not want to listen to reason, then I pay disappointed and I went toward the beach beginning to feel some small signs of discontent
11:00 am After walking half an hour walk of the beach finally arrive ... I sweat the eaves on all sides but the prospect of a refreshing bath encourages me to not give up. Seeking place to put my towel but nothing ... There is no place ... there is only a small space next to the garbage stench including ... I opt for the private beach. 11:30 pm
After discarding certain establishments because they had exposed the cartel, "we are full" at last to the shore apprdo Rosy. The owner tells me that there is only room in most seventeenth row and 2 chairs and an umbrella to make € 20 ... I try to make her understand which is not that interested me but I wanted to buy them just rented ... useless to continue, I pay and I put in place assigned to me, of course close to cease.
My symptoms are turning into a bad mood symptoms of exhaustion! At 12:00
Perhaps we, I finally get in the water ... certain that nothing can be seen from here, then ask my neighbor's deck where there was actually the sea. He says he does not know why no one has ever seen but he believes there must have been because it was a private bathroom! 0:30 pm
There is the sea, after Ronaldinho dribbled to an endless series of chairs and umbrellas on arrival bagnoasciuga and I dive into that a little cloudy and a smell little stagnant ... 13:00 pm
stomach feel a little peckish and I go back to the bar. The set menu costs 15 €, I think I have already spent enough for a half hour bath and then I go for a sandwich and a coke coffee. Total 14 €! I ask the bartender to check again but it tells me that the bill is correct ... I wonder why in liguria not use the mask to do these robberies!
symptoms of exhaustion are beginning to be signs of arterio-sclerosis.
13 hours and the third
I go to the bathroom but the smell that comes out is like the smell of sulfur that accompanies volcanic eruptions ... I slam into the water and I like all the rest. At least I'm sure it Free. 14 Hours
Where I am the shadow came, and close the umbrella and watch the sky but Tenedos narrowed eyes for fear of having to pay for the view!
17:00 pm After a nap I wake up in the afternoon and since I'm going to buy a thirsty water bottle. € 2 per pint. Normal, even begin to think that I still went well ... I do
2 accounts in my pocket and I find that I barely have money left for petrol to get home ... How sad ... Better not to think about what I spent for not relax otherwise I fear that the symptoms of arterio-sclerosis will turn into acute symptoms of schizophrenia!
typical day in Puglia
8:00 am Wake up and breakfast bar. The contractor and my uncle and then I do not pay!
9:00 am Arrival and parking strictly on the beach. I do not see blue stripes and fortunately there are no unauthorized parking lot to break the boxes.
9:05 pm The beach is huge, so I place my umbrella pole position and I dive into water that even though the time, given the lack of depth is already pretty hot!
Right now I'm the happiest man in the world
12:00 pm
Sea sun and relaxation make me feel a little peckish, so I headed to the supermarket which is located adjacent to the place where I parked my car ... The lady tells me
who has not prepared sandwiches, but I can give bread and sliced \u200b\u200bapart. So do I cut 4 sandwiches (there is also my brother with a girl) of medium size, 4 slices of ham for sandwiches and in 3 of these I add 2 slices of smoked. Furthermore, I take a bottle of plain water and a 1.5-liter to 0.5 liters of sparkling strictly from the fridge. When I say pay the tot. is € 5.60. I ask if there was a mistake in the bill, almost protested but Ms is adamant! He tells me annoyed that the amount is correct! (Guys, if you do not believe I still have the receipt as a relic!)
I start toward the beach, are proved by this experience, I do a little mental arithmetic and I realize I have spent € 1.40 a sandwich including water!
I try not to think about how much I spend in Turin for a damn sandwich at lunchtime. I can not!
17:00 pm After eating, take a nap and swam some more 'I decided to go home to take away the salt and get ready for the evening. Despite not having done anything I feel tired but really happy!
enough?
Any reference to people or real events is NOT 'PURELY RANDOM!
teaches.
If you've never been there I highly recommend going there ...
.. like why? I'll explain it!
typical day in Liguria
Alarm
8:00 am Breakfast and departure for the sea (and up here ... nothing strange!)
10:00 am
'm spinning like an idiot to find a shit car but nothing ... The only 3 parking across Diano Marina are already occupied. Me promises a tough choice ... Or leave the car alive to the pastor, with the knowledge to meet a safety violation or choose to put in a private parking ... I opt for the latter!
Hours 10:30 am
private parking ... The manager tells me they do all day ... € 10 I try to reason with him ... I tell him that it's already 10 and a half and that around 17 I wanted to go ... Therefore, considering that mathematics is not an opinion I ask for half a day to pay half the price ... but speaking with the Ligurian when it comes to money and a little like asking Berlusconi to do the honest ... does not want to listen to reason, then I pay disappointed and I went toward the beach beginning to feel some small signs of discontent
11:00 am After walking half an hour walk of the beach finally arrive ... I sweat the eaves on all sides but the prospect of a refreshing bath encourages me to not give up. Seeking place to put my towel but nothing ... There is no place ... there is only a small space next to the garbage stench including ... I opt for the private beach. 11:30 pm
After discarding certain establishments because they had exposed the cartel, "we are full" at last to the shore apprdo Rosy. The owner tells me that there is only room in most seventeenth row and 2 chairs and an umbrella to make € 20 ... I try to make her understand which is not that interested me but I wanted to buy them just rented ... useless to continue, I pay and I put in place assigned to me, of course close to cease.
My symptoms are turning into a bad mood symptoms of exhaustion! At 12:00
Perhaps we, I finally get in the water ... certain that nothing can be seen from here, then ask my neighbor's deck where there was actually the sea. He says he does not know why no one has ever seen but he believes there must have been because it was a private bathroom! 0:30 pm
There is the sea, after Ronaldinho dribbled to an endless series of chairs and umbrellas on arrival bagnoasciuga and I dive into that a little cloudy and a smell little stagnant ... 13:00 pm
stomach feel a little peckish and I go back to the bar. The set menu costs 15 €, I think I have already spent enough for a half hour bath and then I go for a sandwich and a coke coffee. Total 14 €! I ask the bartender to check again but it tells me that the bill is correct ... I wonder why in liguria not use the mask to do these robberies!
symptoms of exhaustion are beginning to be signs of arterio-sclerosis.
13 hours and the third
I go to the bathroom but the smell that comes out is like the smell of sulfur that accompanies volcanic eruptions ... I slam into the water and I like all the rest. At least I'm sure it Free. 14 Hours
Where I am the shadow came, and close the umbrella and watch the sky but Tenedos narrowed eyes for fear of having to pay for the view!
17:00 pm After a nap I wake up in the afternoon and since I'm going to buy a thirsty water bottle. € 2 per pint. Normal, even begin to think that I still went well ... I do
2 accounts in my pocket and I find that I barely have money left for petrol to get home ... How sad ... Better not to think about what I spent for not relax otherwise I fear that the symptoms of arterio-sclerosis will turn into acute symptoms of schizophrenia!
typical day in Puglia
8:00 am Wake up and breakfast bar. The contractor and my uncle and then I do not pay!
9:00 am Arrival and parking strictly on the beach. I do not see blue stripes and fortunately there are no unauthorized parking lot to break the boxes.
9:05 pm The beach is huge, so I place my umbrella pole position and I dive into water that even though the time, given the lack of depth is already pretty hot!
Right now I'm the happiest man in the world
12:00 pm
Sea sun and relaxation make me feel a little peckish, so I headed to the supermarket which is located adjacent to the place where I parked my car ... The lady tells me
who has not prepared sandwiches, but I can give bread and sliced \u200b\u200bapart. So do I cut 4 sandwiches (there is also my brother with a girl) of medium size, 4 slices of ham for sandwiches and in 3 of these I add 2 slices of smoked. Furthermore, I take a bottle of plain water and a 1.5-liter to 0.5 liters of sparkling strictly from the fridge. When I say pay the tot. is € 5.60. I ask if there was a mistake in the bill, almost protested but Ms is adamant! He tells me annoyed that the amount is correct! (Guys, if you do not believe I still have the receipt as a relic!)
I start toward the beach, are proved by this experience, I do a little mental arithmetic and I realize I have spent € 1.40 a sandwich including water!
I try not to think about how much I spend in Turin for a damn sandwich at lunchtime. I can not!
17:00 pm After eating, take a nap and swam some more 'I decided to go home to take away the salt and get ready for the evening. Despite not having done anything I feel tired but really happy!
enough?
Any reference to people or real events is NOT 'PURELY RANDOM!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
How To Strengthen Aluminum
Today I woke up thinking of Giancarlo Abete, president of the FIGC. Giancarlo, after the splendours of youth, is no longer a piacione ... Every time I see him on TV (As happened last night at the pub at the disgusting Cyprus-Italy 2-1) I can not think of his yellow teeth and his breath from the Black Death. Having said that finally got my room in a house near one of the worst areas of Dublin. The Knackers, kids are more or less dated that roam the streets with their overalls breaking the boxes to the people. The problem arises during the night, because they really steal money and assault people. You have to be very careful not to get in the way dark as what happened to poor Johan, the former roommate of the house in Seaview. Returning home after probably gave love to his girlfriend's German 200 kg has stumbled into unlucky a group of these kids. After taking a beating in the head, the kids have swiped the money and credit cards. In short the poor German remained a little 'more days to his room to recover, and then I am not able to enter the room from September 1. No problems, now they are inside. The house is spacious and I live with three girls, then why I know that I will become gay, two English and one Ecuadorian. All three are nice, we'll see how it's going to live together.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Armed Forces And Learning Disablilties
maximum
Ciavarro
00063 Campagnano Massimo Di Roma (Rome) - Monte Road Lupoli
tel: 06 90151127
arrest me?
Ciavarro
00063 Campagnano Massimo Di Roma (Rome) - Monte Road Lupoli
tel: 06 90151127
arrest me?
Kate Plays Ground Film
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Leopard Gecko And Bearded Dragons In Same Space
job just
Yesterday was my first day at work in Ireland ... It was not like I expected. To welcome a little 'of colleagues who are working with me in the office and a bit 'of people on vacation. The first job I had to go to the draft left open by the person who worked before. Obviously the first thing I had to face a collision of the libraries web container ... a sign? short, so it starts on Monday. Between 20,000 coffee because my alarm time is set at 5 and a half! I live in the south and the north is Mediamarket. Buses are a Verco Cragno and there is a long way to walk. Time to return home: 7pm. This is for two more weeks, until later in the new home of EastWall Road (10 minute walk from work and 20 from downtown). In the end I liked to be roommates: they must I have appreciated the dirty jokes and inappropriate. In short, the transition period. Waiting for September 1st hearing this song here BREAKS!
Yesterday was my first day at work in Ireland ... It was not like I expected. To welcome a little 'of colleagues who are working with me in the office and a bit 'of people on vacation. The first job I had to go to the draft left open by the person who worked before. Obviously the first thing I had to face a collision of the libraries web container ... a sign? short, so it starts on Monday. Between 20,000 coffee because my alarm time is set at 5 and a half! I live in the south and the north is Mediamarket. Buses are a Verco Cragno and there is a long way to walk. Time to return home: 7pm. This is for two more weeks, until later in the new home of EastWall Road (10 minute walk from work and 20 from downtown). In the end I liked to be roommates: they must I have appreciated the dirty jokes and inappropriate. In short, the transition period. Waiting for September 1st hearing this song here BREAKS!
Friday, August 15, 2008
How Much Is A Black Pearl Worth?
New Economy and its
Here fashion is quite different from that to which we are accustomed to in Italy. Dublin is a principal and all the capital cities where the service sector stands out in the city center you can observe a lot of yuppies, white collar workers and women in suits. When night falls in this small town people turns (a little ') to make room for the persuasive appeals of advertising Condorelli. Maybe I am told. Type of tender papers nougat? Abundant type of nougat and hazelnut filling (or sometimes chocolate)? If you can steal the image that immediately comes I am focusing upon the description of 50% of women in Dublin. Fashion is different, there is nothing to be done. I'm getting used to. Among condorellini condorelloni and then she begun to search for new apartment. Today I visited one inhabited by non-Dubliners and I must say that it was not bad. Obviously again the nightmare of "we'll know" time is family-housing version. It may not have liked my confession about the fact that when I'm drunk piss everywhere.
Here fashion is quite different from that to which we are accustomed to in Italy. Dublin is a principal and all the capital cities where the service sector stands out in the city center you can observe a lot of yuppies, white collar workers and women in suits. When night falls in this small town people turns (a little ') to make room for the persuasive appeals of advertising Condorelli. Maybe I am told. Type of tender papers nougat? Abundant type of nougat and hazelnut filling (or sometimes chocolate)? If you can steal the image that immediately comes I am focusing upon the description of 50% of women in Dublin. Fashion is different, there is nothing to be done. I'm getting used to. Among condorellini condorelloni and then she begun to search for new apartment. Today I visited one inhabited by non-Dubliners and I must say that it was not bad. Obviously again the nightmare of "we'll know" time is family-housing version. It may not have liked my confession about the fact that when I'm drunk piss everywhere.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Houston Gay Cruising Spots
And that's it.
E 'for some' time that I do not update my blog. It has not been updated for a simple reason: I hasten to touch the balls I was the first to write news about my future. Life here runs fast. Last week I juggles as many as 11 telephone calls or not. Obviously then the job offers came in unison last Friday. The fact is that Samuel finally since Monday 18 will no longer unemployed! (You have to be happy?).
The company in question is persuasive MediaMarket (www.mediamarket.ie) which is a company that does "stuff" with the media (I think market research and analysis on various magazines, TV and internet). I should do to support the developer in a team of 5 persons for domestic products (web pages, filters for the masses of data, new features the system, the usual crap from computer word). It 's a small company of 50 people. 50 is a number that may sound great but compared to some company in Dublin is really spicciolame. For example, the cone IrishBank has bought four buildings connected by at least 20 floors in the heart ...
I have to thank my shoes, black lacquered box. For the Chiefs of Staff do not know what would be pleased to talk to me but I have to say that they were really happy to meet me. Perhaps they have made big laughs for the white socks with hideous aspect that came out from under the copious black dress. Unfortunately I had to adopt this technique to make sure that my heels do not they undergo the same treatment (all deserved to have spent € 19) the first interview. Perhaps people are those who have an unbridled passion (and unjustified) for Italy and the Italians. Maybe the developer is gay and ask me to introduce myself the first day dressed in black latex (as required by a small clause in the contract that I am not able to carelessly read).
short, a beautiful piece is made. Now it's up to try to get a room in Dublin 3. The room in the house where I'm living now has to be vacated by the end of August. Relying too much on public transport here in Dublin is really how to play without putting the coupon will double it triple. I often have to wait for the bus for 40 minutes and then think about having to live and work in the north to the south is unthinkable! So from the last step that then I can finally start palarlar of bullshit, beer, pasta and sauce Dolma Rome.
E 'for some' time that I do not update my blog. It has not been updated for a simple reason: I hasten to touch the balls I was the first to write news about my future. Life here runs fast. Last week I juggles as many as 11 telephone calls or not. Obviously then the job offers came in unison last Friday. The fact is that Samuel finally since Monday 18 will no longer unemployed! (You have to be happy?).
The company in question is persuasive MediaMarket (www.mediamarket.ie) which is a company that does "stuff" with the media (I think market research and analysis on various magazines, TV and internet). I should do to support the developer in a team of 5 persons for domestic products (web pages, filters for the masses of data, new features the system, the usual crap from computer word). It 's a small company of 50 people. 50 is a number that may sound great but compared to some company in Dublin is really spicciolame. For example, the cone IrishBank has bought four buildings connected by at least 20 floors in the heart ...
I have to thank my shoes, black lacquered box. For the Chiefs of Staff do not know what would be pleased to talk to me but I have to say that they were really happy to meet me. Perhaps they have made big laughs for the white socks with hideous aspect that came out from under the copious black dress. Unfortunately I had to adopt this technique to make sure that my heels do not they undergo the same treatment (all deserved to have spent € 19) the first interview. Perhaps people are those who have an unbridled passion (and unjustified) for Italy and the Italians. Maybe the developer is gay and ask me to introduce myself the first day dressed in black latex (as required by a small clause in the contract that I am not able to carelessly read).
short, a beautiful piece is made. Now it's up to try to get a room in Dublin 3. The room in the house where I'm living now has to be vacated by the end of August. Relying too much on public transport here in Dublin is really how to play without putting the coupon will double it triple. I often have to wait for the bus for 40 minutes and then think about having to live and work in the north to the south is unthinkable! So from the last step that then I can finally start palarlar of bullshit, beer, pasta and sauce Dolma Rome.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Security Deposit Nj Letter
Stories Daily Stories Daily
... and in fact I had fucked up. A change escalator. Shitty day. Ended even worse.
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... and in fact I had fucked up. A change escalator. Shitty day. Ended even worse.
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Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Leo Strauss And Barack Obama
Adaptor For 1.5 Drive
talks that passion
The period of the talks is not exactly the best: we'll know. Having said that last Thursday I received a call for an interview lightning in the city center. I am given a quick wash under the armpits and I have finally raised the new black shoes cardboard from 19 €. I must say I'm really beautiful. You can not say the same thing about the comfort of the shoes on my feet. After a trip to the Luas (tram) and a slight walk back in time to turn toward the alley of the house, I have noticed that it no longer the back foot.
I had to take my shoes off and isolate me barefoot (of course in a jacket and tie). Sti Italians, strange customs ...
For the rest let's get into it with the study
The period of the talks is not exactly the best: we'll know. Having said that last Thursday I received a call for an interview lightning in the city center. I am given a quick wash under the armpits and I have finally raised the new black shoes cardboard from 19 €. I must say I'm really beautiful. You can not say the same thing about the comfort of the shoes on my feet. After a trip to the Luas (tram) and a slight walk back in time to turn toward the alley of the house, I have noticed that it no longer the back foot.
I had to take my shoes off and isolate me barefoot (of course in a jacket and tie). Sti Italians, strange customs ...
For the rest let's get into it with the study
Friday, July 25, 2008
Schumacher Battery Maintainer Schematic
jacket, tie and shoes of cardboard and daggers de
This week was a pretty intense week. A lot of unnecessary agencies have called this week, offering to send in my name that they found my resume on monster.ie. Some offered me the same companies. Among these, however, an agency commissioned almost managed to get me a decent job. More precisely in this "small" company: www.polarlake.com. Note the customers. The interview did not go badly, in fact, but it was not enough to get this job. Unfortunately my English is not yet a sufficient degree and am not able to describe well my college experience (which is still shit, but the words seem to be able to whirl even interesting). This is the first theory. The second one is a terrible mistake in planning the interview. The day before I checked in my suitcase there is the shiny black suit, shirt and ties handsome. Everything was placed in the right position and I am going to stay peaceful. The morning of the interview I am aware of one small detail: the black shoes are in Italy. Samuel went to the interview in a suit, tie and white tiger undo. Overall on the way to the office where the interview took place I am repeating what I might seem extravagant, dynamic, and how many points I would earn more in this style. After the "we'll know why we are now committed to making sandwiches, and we shall be for three weeks prosssime" I came home with empty-handed and going into the kitchen Francesco good to me: "urca that cool! But what the fuck you de ga shoes? Negative man. " That said I am going to Pennys yesterday and bought a beautiful pair of black shoes to 19 €. They are pure cardboard, biodegradable, and perhaps even disposable ... but looks impressive.
As another new feature is the intensive English course started in the evening. In
my lovely class of people who want to give an impetus to English are Pedro from Madrid, a fat boy who thinks he's a rock star and Fhong, a Chinese student very private. I must say that being in a few strategic lessons are paying off. For example last night I asked one of the teachers if he could make us an overview of the bad words. Glad you advised me to buy some books by Roddy Doyle and gave me some advice as you can see from the photos. Well, I'll be out of money and a beautiful culture.
This week was a pretty intense week. A lot of unnecessary agencies have called this week, offering to send in my name that they found my resume on monster.ie. Some offered me the same companies. Among these, however, an agency commissioned almost managed to get me a decent job. More precisely in this "small" company: www.polarlake.com. Note the customers. The interview did not go badly, in fact, but it was not enough to get this job. Unfortunately my English is not yet a sufficient degree and am not able to describe well my college experience (which is still shit, but the words seem to be able to whirl even interesting). This is the first theory. The second one is a terrible mistake in planning the interview. The day before I checked in my suitcase there is the shiny black suit, shirt and ties handsome. Everything was placed in the right position and I am going to stay peaceful. The morning of the interview I am aware of one small detail: the black shoes are in Italy. Samuel went to the interview in a suit, tie and white tiger undo. Overall on the way to the office where the interview took place I am repeating what I might seem extravagant, dynamic, and how many points I would earn more in this style. After the "we'll know why we are now committed to making sandwiches, and we shall be for three weeks prosssime" I came home with empty-handed and going into the kitchen Francesco good to me: "urca that cool! But what the fuck you de ga shoes? Negative man. " That said I am going to Pennys yesterday and bought a beautiful pair of black shoes to 19 €. They are pure cardboard, biodegradable, and perhaps even disposable ... but looks impressive.
As another new feature is the intensive English course started in the evening. In
my lovely class of people who want to give an impetus to English are Pedro from Madrid, a fat boy who thinks he's a rock star and Fhong, a Chinese student very private. I must say that being in a few strategic lessons are paying off. For example last night I asked one of the teachers if he could make us an overview of the bad words. Glad you advised me to buy some books by Roddy Doyle and gave me some advice as you can see from the photos. Well, I'll be out of money and a beautiful culture.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Numero Serie Blazedtv 2.5
Paolo Borsellino
On July 19, 1992, in what is known as the massacre of Via d'Amelio, lost his life following a serious attack of the matrix mafia judge Paolo Borsellino and his bodyguards composed of Emanuela Loi, Agostino Catalano, Vincenzo Li Muli, Walter Cosina and Eddie Claudio Traina.
few days before he was killed during a meeting organized by the magazine MicroMega , Borsellino spoke of his condition as "condemned to death." He knew he was in the crosshairs of the Cosa Nostra and Mafia knew that hardly blurts out his victims.
"I feel like a dead man walking. "
(Paolo Borsellino)
" The fight against the Mafia to be primarily a cultural movement that get used all feel the beauty of the fresh scent of freedom opposed to the stench of moral compromise, indifference, and then the contiguity of complicity. "
(Paolo Borsellino)
" Do not you kill them: their ideas walk on our legs, "
(Sheet printed commemorative Palermo 1993)
Hello Paul, we miss you so much.
On July 19, 1992, in what is known as the massacre of Via d'Amelio, lost his life following a serious attack of the matrix mafia judge Paolo Borsellino and his bodyguards composed of Emanuela Loi, Agostino Catalano, Vincenzo Li Muli, Walter Cosina and Eddie Claudio Traina.
few days before he was killed during a meeting organized by the magazine MicroMega , Borsellino spoke of his condition as "condemned to death." He knew he was in the crosshairs of the Cosa Nostra and Mafia knew that hardly blurts out his victims.
"I feel like a dead man walking. "
(Paolo Borsellino)
" The fight against the Mafia to be primarily a cultural movement that get used all feel the beauty of the fresh scent of freedom opposed to the stench of moral compromise, indifference, and then the contiguity of complicity. "
(Paolo Borsellino)
" Do not you kill them: their ideas walk on our legs, "
(Sheet printed commemorative Palermo 1993)
Hello Paul, we miss you so much.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Brunton Golf Rangefinder
apply ... I'm not a
Finally I am established in the charming Dublin 14, Clonskeagh of that. Strangely, the main street which is opposite to the residences is called "Bird Avenue. Destiny. The apartment is not too bad (apart from the piss stains on the ceiling - see photo). The room where I am now is very small, but for now it is gold. Son 2 nights I sleep here and I already seem far away are the days when I had to put up with the giants of the beautiful French shit. The apartment consists of: Francis (Pieri Bobo to his friends), and Antonio Sanna. It is not a grammatical error, it is even called Sanna. It 'a sweet Swedish girl who came here in Ireland to make a personal trainer in a gym. Of course, when it moves to the house looks like a man. She loves to get on the couch with her today (and chubby) and Irish boy eating fried eggs and overcooked pasta with tomato sauce vomiting. Ah, the great culinary products that are Ireland devote other posts. In supermarkets there are some iconic products such as pasta ... "Rome" or the famous sauce "Dolma".
With the job search is going on ... call telling me that some agency will forward my CV here and there. And meanwhile I am sending it from here and there. It 'got an offer "take it now" in a call center and an Italo-English as a farmer in Micronesia. When I will stay to finish the pennies will think. Meanwhile I am enrolled in a super intensive course evening Inglese, so at least I know someone and spend time in something useful while. Only here to drink beer you become poor and fat guys!
Finally I am established in the charming Dublin 14, Clonskeagh of that. Strangely, the main street which is opposite to the residences is called "Bird Avenue. Destiny. The apartment is not too bad (apart from the piss stains on the ceiling - see photo). The room where I am now is very small, but for now it is gold. Son 2 nights I sleep here and I already seem far away are the days when I had to put up with the giants of the beautiful French shit. The apartment consists of: Francis (Pieri Bobo to his friends), and Antonio Sanna. It is not a grammatical error, it is even called Sanna. It 'a sweet Swedish girl who came here in Ireland to make a personal trainer in a gym. Of course, when it moves to the house looks like a man. She loves to get on the couch with her today (and chubby) and Irish boy eating fried eggs and overcooked pasta with tomato sauce vomiting. Ah, the great culinary products that are Ireland devote other posts. In supermarkets there are some iconic products such as pasta ... "Rome" or the famous sauce "Dolma".
With the job search is going on ... call telling me that some agency will forward my CV here and there. And meanwhile I am sending it from here and there. It 'got an offer "take it now" in a call center and an Italo-English as a farmer in Micronesia. When I will stay to finish the pennies will think. Meanwhile I am enrolled in a super intensive course evening Inglese, so at least I know someone and spend time in something useful while. Only here to drink beer you become poor and fat guys!
Cold To Got Burst Capiliaries
The joke of Italy
Just for fun, nothing else. The smile will not do can remove anyone, just ourselves.
is not a discourse of right or left, no one can plead not guilty, but to live in a country where the Prime Minister gets his highly cocks, well I must admit that is not the best of life!
strange country of Italy, is the only nation in the world where the comedians are politicians, and politicians are comedians!
But yes, ridiamoci up, fuck politics, now that summer's here let's enjoy the sun, the sea and eat fish ... Here's some shit for you on our beloved knight strictly stolen here and there from the network!
The difference between Berlusconi and God? God is not convinced that Berlusconi
S. Marino was forced to withdraw the brand new stamps with the effigy of Berlusconi ... Faith licked them the wrong way.
Pier Silvio meets a boy on the street, asks, beautiful child, how old are you? He said eight. And Berlusconi indignant shame, I was your age I had already eleven! In self
Berlusconi is a small picture of Jesus with the words: "Daddy do not run."
Berlusconi knows he is dying and will meet with his trusted friends to decide where to be buried. "Certainly, the Duomo, the symbol of Milan" suggests the mayor Albertini. "I would say at San Siro," Galliani replication. "On Sundays and Wednesdays cup there would be a pilgrimage in front of his grave!" "I have a better idea: in Palestine, the Holy Sepulchre" preliminary Carlo Maria Martini. "I have already informed: it costs 200 million Euro" "I like the idea of \u200b\u200b"interrupts the Knight," but not? a bit 'too much for only three days? "
Berlusconi goes in a carriage with Queen Elizabeth. At some point, the horse makes a thong. The Queen, a bit' embarrassed apology, and Berlusconi replied:" Do not you worry, I thought it was the horse ...
Berlusconi, during a rest day, strolling through the streets of Rome with his wife Veronica, when it stops in front of a window and says: - Let me, Veronica, my love, look here: Pants 20 Euro 17 Euro shirt, leather jacket 55 Euro ... Look, I'm not high prices! And then talking about the crisis! But What crisis?! - Honey I'm sorry, this is not a clothing store , is a laundry room ...
Just for fun, nothing else. The smile will not do can remove anyone, just ourselves.
is not a discourse of right or left, no one can plead not guilty, but to live in a country where the Prime Minister gets his highly cocks, well I must admit that is not the best of life!
strange country of Italy, is the only nation in the world where the comedians are politicians, and politicians are comedians!
But yes, ridiamoci up, fuck politics, now that summer's here let's enjoy the sun, the sea and eat fish ... Here's some shit for you on our beloved knight strictly stolen here and there from the network!
The difference between Berlusconi and God? God is not convinced that Berlusconi
S. Marino was forced to withdraw the brand new stamps with the effigy of Berlusconi ... Faith licked them the wrong way.
Pier Silvio meets a boy on the street, asks, beautiful child, how old are you? He said eight. And Berlusconi indignant shame, I was your age I had already eleven! In self
Berlusconi is a small picture of Jesus with the words: "Daddy do not run."
Berlusconi knows he is dying and will meet with his trusted friends to decide where to be buried. "Certainly, the Duomo, the symbol of Milan" suggests the mayor Albertini. "I would say at San Siro," Galliani replication. "On Sundays and Wednesdays cup there would be a pilgrimage in front of his grave!" "I have a better idea: in Palestine, the Holy Sepulchre" preliminary Carlo Maria Martini. "I have already informed: it costs 200 million Euro" "I like the idea of \u200b\u200b"interrupts the Knight," but not? a bit 'too much for only three days? "
Berlusconi goes in a carriage with Queen Elizabeth. At some point, the horse makes a thong. The Queen, a bit' embarrassed apology, and Berlusconi replied:" Do not you worry, I thought it was the horse ...
Berlusconi, during a rest day, strolling through the streets of Rome with his wife Veronica, when it stops in front of a window and says: - Let me, Veronica, my love, look here: Pants 20 Euro 17 Euro shirt, leather jacket 55 Euro ... Look, I'm not high prices! And then talking about the crisis! But What crisis?! - Honey I'm sorry, this is not a clothing store , is a laundry room ...
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Klamath Falls Realty Fixer
Candlewick
The other night while I allowed myself a well earned rest on my beloved sofa, and after a strenuous day's work, I decided to watch this program than in the past kidnapped me for the issues addressed and for the originality with which they were presented.
Armed with all good intentions and conscious of what I was doing, after about 30 sec. road is a little question in my simple mind, "but that program has become Candlewick shit?"
But it is possible that Italians are interested in seeing more tits and ass to worry about the economic situation, for example, which bears more resemblance the great depression of the postwar period?
I am speechless.
Mostly regret and discouragement for the future, also because if we go on like this I wonder where we go from here ... But one thing gives me confidence ... rarely fall lower than this! Certainly
ass Toniolo is undoubtedly the top in its category, it mentioned among the eight wonders of the world ... but who cares! Who cares that the tissues with the trumpet players, who cares that the cumm (Roberto Mercandalli) a success among women (certainly not renowned for its elegance and beauty) and who cares if Silverstedt Victoria (or whatever the hell you write) is is reconstructed ear lobes!
not shock me for 2 tits and ass 2, they are welcome, but I do not love those who do not hesitate to sell or change their image completely as a matter of merchandising ... money money and more money .. have the power to enslave the human race ...
But in the end we deserve it.
Media offer everything that makes audience and if people are more attracted by the gossip that we are more satisfied ...
I only regret having participated in spite of myself in this mess ... and think that the program is, unbelievably, that Brachino Claudio, one of the best journalists on the Italian scene.
How sad.
Armed with all good intentions and conscious of what I was doing, after about 30 sec. road is a little question in my simple mind, "but that program has become Candlewick shit?"
But it is possible that Italians are interested in seeing more tits and ass to worry about the economic situation, for example, which bears more resemblance the great depression of the postwar period?
I am speechless.
Mostly regret and discouragement for the future, also because if we go on like this I wonder where we go from here ... But one thing gives me confidence ... rarely fall lower than this! Certainly
ass Toniolo is undoubtedly the top in its category, it mentioned among the eight wonders of the world ... but who cares! Who cares that the tissues with the trumpet players, who cares that the cumm (Roberto Mercandalli) a success among women (certainly not renowned for its elegance and beauty) and who cares if Silverstedt Victoria (or whatever the hell you write) is is reconstructed ear lobes!
not shock me for 2 tits and ass 2, they are welcome, but I do not love those who do not hesitate to sell or change their image completely as a matter of merchandising ... money money and more money .. have the power to enslave the human race ...
But in the end we deserve it.
Media offer everything that makes audience and if people are more attracted by the gossip that we are more satisfied ...
I only regret having participated in spite of myself in this mess ... and think that the program is, unbelievably, that Brachino Claudio, one of the best journalists on the Italian scene.
How sad.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Denise Milani Pre Boob Job
Slakaj but I am an unemployed ...
Obviously, a friend knows a friend who knows a friend who lives in Dublin. One evening we pick to drink a beer and get an explanation of how this city. Oddly, the house where he lives (in the south, an area Carucci) his friend Francesco has a roommate who decided to spend the entire summer (until late August) in Italy. Samuel room for free then. Finally I can wash my underwear! I was ready for a ride by H & M because here in the hostel even washing the face is an impossibility. The hostel is pricey, but there are almost 2 bathrooms for 320 people. After dinner, the state of the bathrooms is very degrading yesterday turned up the tablet is I found the world's biggest crap. I can not say with absolute sincerity who did it, but I'm investigating. Most likely, the beautiful French stands before me as I write this post I am. Has your face that makes her a very big and hard.
said this morning there is a row of zombies: there is the "brekfast" free and everyone to eat slices of stale bread with fig jam accompanied with rancid coffee that tastes like sawdust. Full of joy.
From tomorrow I'll be in my own room and is a very positive thing. The downside is the work. Here there are a billion of immigrants like me who are trying their luck. Many came for the summer to get a job as Camerra. Here in the lobby of the hostel there are several characters who are desperate for a long time looking for work, and failed. This is a little 'me discomfort, but not me down. I'm looking for a job in the long term should be different. The problem is that while I can not find one for sgrezzare language, because it's really all saturated! I will see do these days. Maybe I do gay. Maybe decide to go to fry shit at McDonald ... help!
Obviously, a friend knows a friend who knows a friend who lives in Dublin. One evening we pick to drink a beer and get an explanation of how this city. Oddly, the house where he lives (in the south, an area Carucci) his friend Francesco has a roommate who decided to spend the entire summer (until late August) in Italy. Samuel room for free then. Finally I can wash my underwear! I was ready for a ride by H & M because here in the hostel even washing the face is an impossibility. The hostel is pricey, but there are almost 2 bathrooms for 320 people. After dinner, the state of the bathrooms is very degrading yesterday turned up the tablet is I found the world's biggest crap. I can not say with absolute sincerity who did it, but I'm investigating. Most likely, the beautiful French stands before me as I write this post I am. Has your face that makes her a very big and hard.
said this morning there is a row of zombies: there is the "brekfast" free and everyone to eat slices of stale bread with fig jam accompanied with rancid coffee that tastes like sawdust. Full of joy.
From tomorrow I'll be in my own room and is a very positive thing. The downside is the work. Here there are a billion of immigrants like me who are trying their luck. Many came for the summer to get a job as Camerra. Here in the lobby of the hostel there are several characters who are desperate for a long time looking for work, and failed. This is a little 'me discomfort, but not me down. I'm looking for a job in the long term should be different. The problem is that while I can not find one for sgrezzare language, because it's really all saturated! I will see do these days. Maybe I do gay. Maybe decide to go to fry shit at McDonald ... help!
Sadlier Oxford Vocabulary Level E Answers
Here we go again
Last night I went to the preview of calls (just to make glucagon) Mamma Mia!, The film based on the musical based on the compilation of hits of Abba.
With Abba in general have a very long and complex relationship: I remember them in 1974 when they won the Eurovision Song Contest with Waterloo (which, not knowing at the time in English, sang "Honolulu" - among other things me and my cousin Gabriel went for theaters not bad on the back of the shed at my grandmother's house). Beautiful crochet hat and Agneta pirate trousers with satin ... I think one of the first records that I did was buy Knowing me, Knowing you (ha-haaaaaa) whose back was just Mamma Mia. And I remember that I listened with some concern because SOS ' published in Italy on 45 laps, the record company had as its symbol a shovel and a miner's helmet: I immediately think the worst and worried about everything I imagined chissacche '... Then came
Voulez-vous Gimme Gimme Gimme and I remember acosltato nausea Super Trouper (which, let's face it, even c'aveva on silly things, like 'the Piper'...). Once in 'The Visitor' there 'I have more' done, and though with regret, I broke up with Abba.
Fast forward to the '90s and I think we all have at least one copy of Abba Gold More Gold and maybe ... them 'down' nostalgia. I remember the Roxy in the back room, made even one theme evenings ... June and I 'with my hairdresser friend dancing sca-te-na-tis-si-me (crazy crazy on the terrace, and 'the case to say that).
So, we are now around '98 or '99 and my husband we propose to conduct the American premiere of Mamma Mia. As a good musician's Abba did not know who they were virtually even: so that summer I made the famous' great head '(not scallop ) on this side of Abba, Abba of the', Bjorn Benni, Agneta and Frida ( !). Well, what it 'as not' part of me and I went to Toronto where they put up the musical. I'll save you the trip up and down 'from Toronto every two weeks ... But 'the satisfaction of having met the Swedes their' in person ... ooohhh ... what ... and then the Frida 'was a vision! C'haveva on this black dress with wings pipstrello very Escada (well, living in Switzerland), not even a wrinkle (I told you live in Switzerland): a vision of the whole class (but always in Switzerland ', eh?) . Among other things I'm doing a figure a bit 'from dick while she talks to Eddie (my husband) and I will' to look like an idiot ... "I know, are lookving vat at?" I am ... and I said "you are FRIDA !"... and her (great lady, of course) and does not bat an eyelid "let's take picture ...
So the music is not 'Aida, much less The Valkyries: e' a greatest hits album by sewing a story that holds firm even with crutches. Pero 'has had a few merits: first sold lots of tickets opened so many places ... and then began a genre: the musical compilation in a time of crisis in black theater (at least here in America) and 'managed to give a little' breathing.
The film is not 'less to charity' ... Meryl Streep and 'in shape (although it does not hold the notes' The Winner Takes It All'), Pierce Brosnan sings like a moose, Christine Barantski and 'beautiful, Colin Firth and' also credible in the former lover hours gay. The coreagrafie are identical to the musical, the sequence and dialogues as well ... maybe some point change ... but 'there' chemistry between the protagonists and the film does not hold the paper barely two hours. Yet you are having fun, we are moved, you want to get up and start dancing with a photograph that becomes the film in a long Mulino Bianco Spot type: short, sbanchera 'the box office, buy the soundtrack, t-shirt and go home all singing in chorus "You are the only ... daaaaancing queeeeeeeeen seventeeeeeeeen"
Thank you for the music.
m
Last night I went to the preview of calls (just to make glucagon) Mamma Mia!, The film based on the musical based on the compilation of hits of Abba.
With Abba in general have a very long and complex relationship: I remember them in 1974 when they won the Eurovision Song Contest with Waterloo (which, not knowing at the time in English, sang "Honolulu" - among other things me and my cousin Gabriel went for theaters not bad on the back of the shed at my grandmother's house). Beautiful crochet hat and Agneta pirate trousers with satin ... I think one of the first records that I did was buy Knowing me, Knowing you (ha-haaaaaa) whose back was just Mamma Mia. And I remember that I listened with some concern because SOS ' published in Italy on 45 laps, the record company had as its symbol a shovel and a miner's helmet: I immediately think the worst and worried about everything I imagined chissacche '... Then came
Voulez-vous Gimme Gimme Gimme and I remember acosltato nausea Super Trouper (which, let's face it, even c'aveva on silly things, like 'the Piper'...). Once in 'The Visitor' there 'I have more' done, and though with regret, I broke up with Abba.
Fast forward to the '90s and I think we all have at least one copy of Abba Gold More Gold and maybe ... them 'down' nostalgia. I remember the Roxy in the back room, made even one theme evenings ... June and I 'with my hairdresser friend dancing sca-te-na-tis-si-me (crazy crazy on the terrace, and 'the case to say that).
So, we are now around '98 or '99 and my husband we propose to conduct the American premiere of Mamma Mia. As a good musician's Abba did not know who they were virtually even: so that summer I made the famous' great head '(not scallop ) on this side of Abba, Abba of the', Bjorn Benni, Agneta and Frida ( !). Well, what it 'as not' part of me and I went to Toronto where they put up the musical. I'll save you the trip up and down 'from Toronto every two weeks ... But 'the satisfaction of having met the Swedes their' in person ... ooohhh ... what ... and then the Frida 'was a vision! C'haveva on this black dress with wings pipstrello very Escada (well, living in Switzerland), not even a wrinkle (I told you live in Switzerland): a vision of the whole class (but always in Switzerland ', eh?) . Among other things I'm doing a figure a bit 'from dick while she talks to Eddie (my husband) and I will' to look like an idiot ... "I know, are lookving vat at?" I am ... and I said "you are FRIDA !"... and her (great lady, of course) and does not bat an eyelid "let's take picture ...
So the music is not 'Aida, much less The Valkyries: e' a greatest hits album by sewing a story that holds firm even with crutches. Pero 'has had a few merits: first sold lots of tickets opened so many places ... and then began a genre: the musical compilation in a time of crisis in black theater (at least here in America) and 'managed to give a little' breathing.
The film is not 'less to charity' ... Meryl Streep and 'in shape (although it does not hold the notes' The Winner Takes It All'), Pierce Brosnan sings like a moose, Christine Barantski and 'beautiful, Colin Firth and' also credible in the former lover hours gay. The coreagrafie are identical to the musical, the sequence and dialogues as well ... maybe some point change ... but 'there' chemistry between the protagonists and the film does not hold the paper barely two hours. Yet you are having fun, we are moved, you want to get up and start dancing with a photograph that becomes the film in a long Mulino Bianco Spot type: short, sbanchera 'the box office, buy the soundtrack, t-shirt and go home all singing in chorus "You are the only ... daaaaancing queeeeeeeeen seventeeeeeeeen"
Thank you for the music.
m
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Asics Pursuit Wrestling Shoes
Airport
I arrived too early. See, generally there 's always a traffic takes me an hour. Today I was here in less than half. Type the first three hours. The man at check in was a little 'shit. Apart from that rather than give me the license in hand has returned to the bench, and then 'fall ... that would be unfortunate to lose. Then he looks at me with this stupid from his Cuban air landing and makes me "yeah, and 'a little' overweight 'refers to the case (I've lost a lot). Yes, I say, but three pounds (even a pound and a half) ... And so you take away a pair of shoes. It 's still overweight. Take off my belt: under two pounds. It seemed to me to a question from Susie type: a farmer has a goat, a cabbage and a wolf and must ferry them across the river ('cause then what do there will be' beyond '? A camp for the goat ? which is then slaughtered and cooked cabbage? And what does the wolf?). So fucking lord check, yet I shit (baby, I've got three hours to pass, I can stay here also to move the tube toothpaste to get the right weight.) understands the hint and does not break more 'coglioni.Attraverso the whole terminal and I stop to pee three times: it' s true, I have a weak bladder. It 'also true that it is so hot you will drink' to 5 liters of water a day: Today I ate a very high price, then sushi. First concern: buy water. How much? Two bottles? Three? Watch the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing on the plane with nothing to drink makes me feel abandoned in the desert. We hope there are no children. There 'in front of me a family of German, the pope' has it the face wurstellone. No, maybe I'm Danish. Oh God, not 'that the mother is a mermaid ... they have 4 children and they all have on the jersey of a tourist resort in Punta Cana. Who knows' 'cause then? So when everyone knows that landing in Copenhagen were in Punta Cana? But there 'to brag about? Think about those who go to Varigotti and then return home with the top spot in the pro ...
called the flight going out to buy water.
And I pee '.
's face again.
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