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"Last night in New York," looked at the insistence of a few LJ friends to do.
movie is interesting, (I said that I love movies about relationships), but very simple as ABC. It is about how people who can not easily let go of the past can not construct a future. Tries, of course, but it now because of the past is very vague and ghostly. Movie about power and banality of the phrase "I love you" - as a human being even without batting an eye can cover their weaknesses, doubts and actions by these simple and powerful words. Characters of the film that is constantly engaged. How to simply say "I love you" and no longer deal that actually feels to a person or why you do not feel anything ... Why? These words - Bailout straws for lost and insecure. How easy say "I love you", see the expressive eyes, kiss her and wait until the blue in the face while stunned people take responsibility for you have just uttered the words, and make a reciprocal step. That came Alex. Said that he loved. And then what? In addition to a passionate kiss and attempt to drag were in bed, he does not do anything intelligible. he missed. He is curious. He does not care that she was married, he stalks her, with the addition "I love you", he had nothing to say. That's what for you come then? "Apparently this series," I dreamed you "or whatever it is: Helen and Paris are far from decided visit Joan, as she lives on without me? Forgotten or not? I will go and say hello, tickle yourself (and her at the same time) nerves. Ah ... it did not make a reciprocal step. Well ... Yes, and another friend of mine told me that all these years with her husband - they can not be scraped out of her mind, I immediately believed him, of course. Admit it, and most importantly to himself: "I attracted to you, yes, but still I did not ready to give you, because here I am, a freelance writer "- it must have a strong eggs. Much easier to meaningfully silent, still holding a man. I so want to place Joan asked: Alex Che you want from me? Why are you here? We can be together? And Joan? "And you, Alex, I love my husband and I love ... but we can not be together because I'm married. And yes, we broke up because of distance. "Moved, apparently, was in any way, especially in that both - not the poor writers and freelancers. I think that Joan left him, because this sugary smile her nothing guaranteed, and the distance - This is just an excuse. The situation between a husband and wife both have hinted about the divorce, but about him and no one thinks, of course, because in the movie outlines situation problematic comfort zone. Michael and Joan well to each other are, but they can not admit that their three-year marriage has outlived her, it's time to understand a problem or admit that they do not fit together. But as so often - it is easier to pretend that all is well. Divorce - a bunch of zamorochek. Much easier pretend that nothing happened and move on. There are obvious - the fatigue of relationships, unwillingness to listen to each other and yet: "I love you, oh how I love you "- and hiding in the queue for this life-saving curtain. Because of this "love" - solid omissions. Rather than tell his wife that he obsessed with sexual fantasies (and go by the handle to a psychologist), Michael pretends that everything is OK, that is between them was merely a quarrel. Yes, they both pretend jealousy - is a common marital conflicts. Meanwhile, Joan recalls the former, which did not work, my husband is not trusted. And for the film seems to me that Joan boring, despite polubogemnoe society. Therefore, when the background of mistrust of her husband, and this universal boredom appears the former, with whom she just does not get it so quickly dresses and light-footed sent to the meeting. Marriage is both needed for show, they either do not know how, or do not want to glue cracks, but at the same time, of course, much easier to live together than separately. Joan married because Alex - Dunce, and Michael - a good guy, they are together a long time and, as required by formal instruction "wife", now keeps a formal allegiance to her husband, though suffering. But Michael? He said very true words: "I am happily married. Very. But the temptation is not saved, "which completely defines its attitude towards marriage, to his wife, and sex. And they are individually but not together, trying to solve their problems and dangerous experiment with their feelings. The translation was awful, but the faces of the actors can all understand that a film about the weak people who pretend to be strong, who do not know what they want. Which is boring and they are looking for some new experiences, while using other people closest to instead ask yourself: what I want? Instead, there is a typical a game of cat and mouse - "Guess what I have in mind, although I do not know myself, and I, each time seeing it from the side, puzzled: why people behave in a similar scenario? Why? Why is everyone so hard, when a decision - on the surface? Why is it so scary to change something? "That's what me and interesting film - it is about how often happens in life. And he just did not give any solutions because the solution depends on the people themselves, in this case - the weak-willed, confused and tired.
way, This is the first film in which I do not like Keira Knightley. More precisely, her smile. Kind of forbidding it, although I have always adored the actress.

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la_luminella @ 2011-02-25T09: 06:00

Well all, perhaps, enough to hesitate, it's time to start new tag - French. For a long time thinking about the courses, but never enrolled. Partly because crushed toad, then I thought that if I do not know where I will live in the next six months, about what courses may be referring to? And the price nekopeechnaya. Reasoned More like this: the level of expected A1, the very first for which the international classification I should learn to distinguish between simple words and phrases relating to me and the world around me, must learn to read and write postcards. :) We have consulted with a toad, and she said a decisive no - better to pay 400 euros a tutor, who can teach me to read and pronounce the letters individually, rather than for the same money to ride to hell twice a week with a group of queue read by syllables. Well, I do not trust this group course for the money without a trial lesson. And suddenly there half an hour explanation of the material, and then an hour of practice with each other (which I hate!) I do in terms of teaching methods are very capricious. But still look to the intensive courses and courses in the drive. Five days ago, now has opened the first page of a textbook, tutorial, which brought a hundred years ago from Russia, and now bedtime reading words fykayu, grykayu, vykayu. And rzhu. Very funny to hear a proper French pronunciation. It looks like a windfall, through which I could hardly tear. It turns out heavy and awkward. Sometimes very Online Time. But, without exaggeration, it is impossible - to develop articulation. Along the way, do pometochki: I do not have enough of an audio disc, which is attached to the book, I would like to have a whole lists of words, listen to them every day, to repeat myself. When I taught Italian, I am such a list did itself with the help of a dictionary with Audio - record enormously long audio files and listen to every day on the player. It is also very lacking in the structuring of the textbook, although it self, but: Information served very dosage: few rules, a bit of pronunciation, a few words, I do not like it. Without additional supporting material I can not do, but so far I'm afraid to go in the book: it ends with what ended with the Italian - on the shelf at me now 14 different books to learn Italian language и еще как минимум пять я оставила в России, 2 типа аудио-курсов, 3 программки для изучения, и словарь Garzanti, а так же аудио-книги, комиксы, бумажные словари и еще lot . Learning a new (and long-awaited!) Language gives me very special emotion. Returned to the sensations that I experienced when only began to learn Italian: admiration melodic level auditory perception. While I do not understand the language does not distinguish words, but I hear only the rhythm and pauses, intonation and dynamics - the language for me is the musical fabric. I mean magic. Any piece of music can be taken at least two ways: - To hear his heart or read, read the information contained in the product. But if the music is unique, an idea that is unique, the language - it's more versatile tool, and learning to read the meaning of words, and not just hear a combination of vowels and consonants, it is impossible to abstract of meaning. Contents largely overshadowed the form below. And the magic is suddenly skillful work magician, and no going back. As happened with the Italian. This language will always remain for me the most beautiful and easy to pronounce, speaking on which I savor the words and intonations, but sometimes I regret to think, what ever I can no longer be able to hear it "from outside". Likewise, I worry that will never be able to realize the beauty and charm of the Russian. So while I enjoy obscure French songs and lyrics. On the other hand was too sore for me thirsty. Each time, after finishing a lesson, it's difficult to stop, I want more, more: how to pronounce a particular word, how to say some words, why there is this letter about what is sung in some lyrics and so on, to infinity. It is impatient to win even perfectionism: no more stamping in one spot, dokapyvayas to detail, and teach the way you want, by all means in every class by adding a new mother, whether it be words, grammar or simply honing the simplest phrases.
Forward, forward to my long-awaited goal. :)

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Yesterday cineastabo tossed a link to wonderful post on perfectionism . There are interesting thoughts about prokrastinatsiyu and internal opposition mistakes of others and above all - their own. I too continue to discover a new facets of this "wonderful" qualities.
Just yesterday mocked because of perfectionism with a good friend. Because of the garbage, in fact. He asked me the lightest task, I had no doubt that will perform. As a result, has made little mistake in the beginning, because of what all flew to the nines. I was shocked, but so long and could not aloud to plead guilty, ashamed and uncomfortable, what I did I know of an error in the subject (and I tried!), so the remark responded sharply. This is despite the fact that I do not take criticism well, love learning and the brain already know what to make mistakes - it is so humanly, that we are not perfect, that if you have time to remake - this is just a way to make all the better. Mostly I exploded because of his position, because, as he put his claim. The words "wine" and "Error" is my box. On any language. One careless tone, and I came out of yourself. What to do - he is also a perfectionist. And like any perfectionist, he likes to whip up, making fly into an elephant. What happens in another perfectionist almost nerves breakdown. When two perfectionist, one of which is not worth the hierarchy over the other, it turns out the explosion, since none of them is on assignment. I almost did not send the first man swear words because of the bullshit! As a result, we swore, has not yet emerged on the topic of my past and while he did not admit that I tried, but still "poorly done its job." And what is actually nothing wrong did not happen. After that I repeated several times out loud - "I made a mistake the next time corrected" with difficulty forcing his voice does not tremble. Temporary relief ... We have long understood, reconciled, all rebuilt, but at the mere mention of these words me shakes as if from me at this point depended Life on Earth, and I'm all failed. I can admit that I did not have enough attention and some knowledge of where to qualitatively carry out the task, but I can not accept the fact that passed the job, thinking that everything was perfect, and suddenly so shamefully wrong! And other people noticed it and took to heart. Straight knife my heart is. And with prokrastinatsiey I am struggling with the work that simply can not delay, as it relates to the human factor as well as the time factor, which is flowing out - the best medicine has not yet been found.
In the post has a link to a book about perfectionism, written by two psychologists When Perfect Isn't Good Enough: Strategies for Coping With Perfectionism . I think I'll order it because it continues to believe that perfectionism - it's horrible of my problems.

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How cool sometimes do not know where and how to end your day. Morning, I quietly started in Milan and is now sitting on a windowsill in an apartment full of Romans-kartingistov (Leo, you hello!) In the center Desenzano (!) And drink beer! Come, say, a couple of hours to see the race. To persuade me to stay the night in an apartment with this crazy company J. it was enough to buy me a toothbrush, pajamas, clean underwear and socks ... (Considering that tomorrow I get up at 6 am and the train just to work it was necessary to take at would have mascara, gee :-)). The apartment is the epitome of my dreams, a small, but two-bedroom with a huge bathroom, a cozy little loft and low window in the living room, overlooking one of the main streets in the center ... Hmmm ... Cidela I here at the windowsill for hours with a book and a mug of tea. Listen to the Romans, and feel that evening will end is far after midnight ... world dude! Viva la Roma! Viva la gioventù e spontaneità! :-)

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la_luminella @ 2011-02-06T19: 49:00

We made our long-held dream: to buy Home Cinema 5.1 Dolby Surround.
last night tried watching "The Last Samurai": a complete sense of presence, and seemed to hear showered petals of cherry blossoms, in the distance and thunder outside the window noise of rain. Delight! (How little I need to have fun). Well, that did not occur to see him before, on a computer, much would have lost. Movies insanely beautiful and soulful, now a long time before going to the cinema every byaku better to seek out Lord of the Rings, Avatar, 300, etc., nothing is better has not yet been invented. Then I got out of the bag old harddisk, which kicked off its entire computer scrub before moving to Italy, and half the night digging in music folders. If anything, and can pull out into the light of my most dusty memories, it will be music. I thought I had left behind his past, something was erased forever, but something has been forgotten, complained to his memory, worried that if this goes on, then I will have nothing to tell our grandchildren, and memories that's where all the hidden - in a black plastic box. With each song is connected so much emotion. Photos do not work for me so much as heard by once the melody. Album Snoop Doggy Dog - and before his eyes in 1995, the return of his brother from America, the first time in my hand CD, we dive into the cold sea of the June, watch the sunset with an abandoned tower and look forward to "green light", which according to legend, must appear with the last glow of the sun shrunken into the sea. BT album "ESCM" (FLAMING JUNE, yeah!) - Is hot, windless summer of 1998, more neprivykla to a new home, learning a new coast, wearing T-shirts and ripped jeans brother, everything is just beginning ... night in nature and I'm madly in love. "Guests from the Future" - that voice is associated with winter, with puffy drifts and blizzards, with his beloved friend who is always there (bake pechenyushki, heh!), a chapter from my past, long conversations on the souls ... and Russian music in general - is another story. Three ogromennyh folders Russian performers, among which Lube, Tattoos, Animals, Meladze, Nautilus, Mummy Troll, Savicheva Zemfira - (end of grade 9, eh), I once heard them ad nauseam, and now every song it seems so dear, so poignant, I want to listen and pereslushivat. Soundtrack Matrix and Fight Club - summer spent in a purple car and a solid night streetracing. ATB "Ecstasy" - Peter is a crucial moment in my perception of the global world. Ariya, Dream Teather, Tiesto, Armin - a diploma this summer before leaving, the last days before flying to a foreign land, my travel alone out of the city by car. I sat in stunned silence, the sound carries in the Cosmos ... It seems to me that I had pulled a gag out of his ears, reinforced the perception of time in tridtsat.Chetyre , I listen to music through the laptop, with headphones or through the player, it certainly creates an emotional background, but now I really hear what each (kazhdyy!) individual sound volume gains, each audio track is the development, plays a special role, the ear catches indistinguishable in vibrating bass player ... And a separate track turns into a story in the novel, not in the movie ... In Film 3D. It's full of ecstasy. Fully tapped the album John Serrie "Spirit Keepers" - treatment of native american indians (May, you gotta hear this enveloping all sides benefit!) valyalyus on the couch with his eyes closed in darkness ... what it was the year? It seems that 2002, 2003 ... How many sleepless ночей было проведено под эту музыку, не хватает только свечей. Одна яркая картина-воспоминание сменяет другую, следуя неведомой мне логике, я вижу все внутри itself, if it were yesterday, even the smallest detail, down to the very same emotions ... Magic, and only.
yesterday night was so warm when I woke up from memory, then went on teraasu and gasped - for me, plain as daylight all in lights, fog or clouds! There is literally joined the reality (Plain in the lights can not see the music from the past), so let it be ... let it be Garland Jeffreys - Hospital Blues, guitar and voice, will have nothing else. Blues tightly linked to local in the evenings, thanks to neighbors, the English, which I did not just come out to listen to the terrace. Another great track that is suitable for the place and mood - Amos Lee "Arms of a Woman". Appeasement ... Next, I will include Coldplay, a little later - some album Ben Webster ... moved back into the living room, so yes, and I fall asleep to music. Open my eyes in bed, contemplating the perfect morning: Sunday, silence, sun, smell the coffee ... Then the charge, (I give myself will listen to trance in full sound and note that the energy in the body increases in proportion to the volume bass), jogging on Selkov road past the church, houses, and fits perfectly into the landscape of haystacks and the sheep. Cold Air breaks the lungs. But the sun rises higher, gradually getting warmer. At noon it was already so warm that hanging laundry, I stripped down to T-shirts. Then he fed the cat and looked at the Alps and the plain, which today could be seen all over, nakolko allows the eye ... Movies, music, light lunch in pleasant company ... what a wonderful, unexpected, had fallen out of everyday day. And tomorrow? Tomorrow is waiting for me stone forest of the big city, and, quite possibly, that I for a week will not go back on this carefree island of absolute peace and universal harmony.

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la_luminella @ 2011 - 01-31T14: 59:00

In recent days, my clothes and hair smelled through sweet smoke from the fireplace. Drown all the time, it's much nicer than chasing electricity. The street is a real New Year's, lacking only dressed Christmas tree and good company to celebrate. Dropped so much snow that I feel their historical homeland. In recent years, did not like the movies, started watch five different-not one has gone, some melancholy, but not a movie. Only the Italian comedy prostetskie perceived good. Of the latter viewed very like "Genitori e figli" and "Happy family" c my favorite Fabio De Luigi. Behind the cupboard poselililos some insect that "sings" at night, sleep does not. It looks like a cricket, but I hope that's not him. Spent the entire Internet, now tormented with communication via the phone.
Everything else is still magical and fabulous.

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This morning was terrible. I was late
catastrophically the exam. Late for me to do is unacceptable, and only on the exam - even more so, but on the exam, which should take only a few people, just being late impossible. So that morning I was in a lather, and the nerves. First, my train was late by 40 minutes (!), This happens very rarely, but always in the exam day, and on arrival to the central station, I discovered that today some unintended (at least - for me) strike subway campaign nationally as usual strike on Fridays, we have become accustomed to it, and on Friday I'm in uni in the early morning. When down in the ground, on all screens is already shining plates that that the lines are blocked, (the strike began at 8:45), nevertheless, as if I bought a ticket on the machine, was the turnstile and went down the escalator ... and lo! - Along with three same lunatics like me, sat down on the last train, (it was already as does 9:30), going in my direction! Still have two minutes, and I would be at her late. The train was delayed at each station is much longer than usual, so I reached to stop her, just being nervous to the obscene. Then he ran to the Uni- so that even a shot on the way down jacket, passers-by looked at me with long faces. Imagine: Heels (on this day to me itch), full speed across the street sweeps blonde in a light turtleneck and scarf at the ready with the heaviest backpack, which flaunts huge red letters "RUSSIA". Classic genre!. :) I was so constantly zyryat because of this backpack (can not find to their liking as well as find - toad presses buy Gy), but here the picture at all with oil. All this time I prayed that the pros were still there - by my calculations should take only a few people, and who knows what they have there the pace today. I literally flew into the exam aul, panting, his face red, and because the village had almost no one was there and then went to answer, not even having time to get scared. So way, this morning I wonder accidentally escaped me already familiar stage marinating fears. Typically, as is happening: I love to repeat examination, at least skimming through the eyes of the pages, but generally, this process has the opposite effect - comes the feeling that I do not remember anything. More than sitting in the village, so dreary country - I can see how long plagued students of professors, as they become pale and sad, God forbid, then run into those who have already passed and received a "satisfactory"! They are in all colors tell horror stories and scare the rest, and the rest are terribly loaded and begin ship standing near. In general, as usually happens in the exams, only the Italians tell horror stories more vivid colors. Do not ask do not get - Anyway you want to know how to ask, even if it is then it becomes even worse. :) So slowly, in anticipation of Judgement, I marinate my fears inside, seasoning them very hot spices: "Well, so if the Italians in their native language have" beats ", I just hope no matter what." I note that in my uni, I have never come across with a condescending attitude towards me about my foreign origin. Often the pros believe that if so I'm at university, it must meet the criteria, and 3 years in the country - it is time to speak as they want. Now, fears are pickled, swell, filling all the mental space, gradually vymeschaya thought and desire to repeat something, ask colleagues for the village as it went. And gradually I come to a final thought: "What the fuck am I doing here at all?" And yes, I confess, I am on the verge to get away and come next time and fight until the very end with this unpleasant state, putting him in a lot of moral strength. By the time we should go meet, mentally I was gutted himself to the ground. It does not matter I have for many years, and I passed the exams for their lives nemerenoe number, and many of them in Russia gave up on the success nevertheless always work, Retake and was only once. Every time I worried about this state again, but in Italy it worse that the re possible, so also for her decision to accept you directly. And then the temptation to come better prepared (what an illusion!) And self-confident lot. Neiskorenenny perfectionism in me dozing, and thinking about the possibility of re-dealing - this is for him at all fertile. But I think I found a way to solve the problem. At this time everything was different: I flew in the aul. Obvozhu her eyes, to decide who to go to surrender. "So, this professor, I do not know this girl ... (Hell, assistenka!) - Too. And here's a pro! Buongiorno! Yes, yes, I - Anna. Forgive me for being late. Answer? Right now? Well, I'm coming ... "discharged his immense backpack on a chair, and without any training, (I even turned off the phone is not and pulled from his pocket), going to respond first to one professor, and then smoothly move to another ... By that time, as redness of the race lay with my face, I went back to a backpack with a student's record-book in their hands ... And then I seemed to awake, knowing that I passed the exam without a hint of excitement at all! All the while, starting with the fact that my train started late, I thought only I'll be late, worried about the fact that the profiles do not have time to interview all prior to my arrival, and this fear and excitement is absolutely ousted the usual fears about the outcome of the exam, I just have not had time to marinade. Though it has gone in a hurry to surrender, but with a completely clean and fresh brain nevymuchennym and nerasterzannym doubts. That undoubtedly affected my answer and otsenke.Etot case made me think about the fact that all my fears about the outcome of the case, Often, seemingly hungry tigers who throw themselves at me in front of some important step, and plagued by the brain, may in fact be just the air balls (I also thoroughly hyped to incredible sizes), which should just be able to flick of the wrist to release into the sky. Or burst. And what if the terrible take a decision, you just need to artificially create a situation in which a decision must be taken as quickly as possible, avoiding the situation until the bowls in my head did not swell to incredible sizes. Must be able to be ruthless to the balloons - just start doing something immediately, making sure that everything was not so bad actually, lopaya them one by one. This directly concerns the business-frogs, which we've talked a lot during training on the organization of affairs. Frog - a case, which is constantly delayed napotom out of fear for the outcome of the case. The most unpleasant thing in this business - waiting for the start, viscous as tar, and thoughts on the subject: "How everything goes? What will happen? "And one of the most effective techniques in this case - is: a clear head (the main method to work out) and just do or (in my case it is effective because in my mind there is a real hierarchy Strait) to think about something else, more unpleasant in the long term, more global, but distant. Important - not to demoralize and a final. Well ... For example, fear not to go to the exam, I would now, theoretically could replace fear of not prolonging a residence with a colorful representation of all the consequences. But I was lucky, and very circumstances replaced I fear one another. Alas, this technique works only for fear, but can not overcome the laziness and nothing else-do-nehotenie. This is another story.
And, incidentally, вспомнилась мне интересная история из моего прошлого на эту же тему. Когда-то давным-давно, когда я писала свой первый диплом, мне нужно было ехать в универ “на carpet "to my manager diploma talk about unfinished chapter, when all the deadlines have expired, but time is running out. Respectively I'm terribly worried, afraid to hear the verdict, before blowing himself in the head with thousands and thousands of balloons. By the time I drove the car, but felt irresistible panic ride alone. Straight here panicky fear of the mainstream, feared park in at the left corner felt awkward and uncomfortable. But at a meeting I was late and had to take the car. I remember as I do, inflating balloons, that is, in colors representing, as I now cold haughty voice will say that I was expelled from the Uni-eve gosov, the machine sat behind the wheel and drove from the parking lot and an enviable equanimity all the rules of the road movement, quietly reached to uni. My own conversation with the teacher was so strong that it drove my fear of driving. Forever! What I arrived with no problems, I realized only when a light heart came from teaching and sat down again behind the wheel. And, inwardly rejoicing, went to the city. :) Since then I have a car carrier ... Well ... I was told - "the guy", then what is probably considered the highest compliment, that being female might hear from a male - In general confidently, boldly going around the pit, leaving of necessity into the oncoming lane (when it is required to the top of the Sakhalin road skill!) And all my friends, especially the guys that I skated, just melted - how? You're so confident acting out, holding fast to the wheel, and one even told me that I - the first girl in the car, in the car which he'd decided to sleep until I am! And I do not know what's inside me so abruptly shifted from negative to positive. Just once! - And no fear. That such successful substitution effect.

PS: By the way, I've recently discovered that two years later my Russian law already cease to act, 8 years have passed ... 8 (!) Years - It's almost ten (!) And ten years - the same round anniversary! bozhemoy how many years I ... :)

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I'm in there somewhere below relied on the fact that winter, we do not feel right?
"And on thee," - said the heavens and razverglis.
And in Piacenza or snowflakes.

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Last night was sorry that he had never seriously interested in photography: from the sunny hill to open such a gorgeous view of the Alps! Never seen anything like it. And I, (a thousand devils! "), Not I can shoot such plans, much less properly handle and reduce photos without losing quality. Yet so bursting with excitement that I can not not share at least what happened. I have such a state now that I suddenly realized that I live in Italy. Next to the fabulous. Clock could sit on a hill and look to the plain, being in nirvana. Think I understand why I was so covered with a: to put together the three components my inner ideal landscape: the sun, hill, hills and sea views. :) Yes, the plain covered with mist like a fantastic sea view. This kind of totally different from that of childhood, that opened with the hills in my native port city and the coast (we often climbed back dinner and see as the sun was sinking in the sea), but the feelings are the same: joy, inner rejoicing and at the same time - peace.

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No: "I like you."
there: "I can not be your friend because you're attracted to me sexually."
(A. WTF?! Used. And where, indeed, a contradiction?). Although
lying.
"I like you" is the morning after. Very nice it was, incidentally. True. On the background of everything else - just the most heartfelt episode:)

"Sex - is the primary motivator," aha.

revolve around it and think - well ok, probably as it should be. And then review the same film. And such cognitive dissonance comes that you go and laugh for two more days.

course, I am actually from the era necropolis, as rightly remarked Uncle Frank, but I think I missed something while working at home and was married.

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After some thought we moved the family summer home that is 30 minutes drive from unsafe Piacenza. Select special was not ... :) I said - I need solitude, the Internet and a sense of security, and isolated house in Pigatstsano where officially live 20 people, ideal under these conditions. So we moved. And just in time. At padanskuyu plain mist descended. No, not fog - Tumanische! It is impossible to determine the time of day, and the machine always go with the lights on. But at the time, as Piacenza was lost in the fog here in the hills, constant sun shines! And it's very warm in spring. Feelings winter is not at all. How it was dank and cold in November and December, and is down to the car to the river, immediately plunged into a terrible darkness from which batters small chill. Here, in a shirt and boots, I went to check who died last year, oleanders, and not even cold. A few oleanders that have survived, so still covered with leaves and vigorous green.

Here I wake up at the first light and go out on the veranda, to feel like a kidnapped princess, imprisoned in a castle on top of a steep cliff, shrouded in clouds ... :) There is some truth, and considerable. :)



Here is a white sea at 8 am. At the "bottom" is quite dark.



sometimes buried in plaid or with a computer on his knees, his legs stretched out in front of the fireplace, I associate myself with any American writer, alone in the Italian province for the sake of writing a book (in my opinion, even a movie on this subject).
Road, Bell Tower, the valley - that from these species began My Italy. His first week in Italy, the first blue sky I saw it here, and the first ever drank cappuccino at the bottom, near a river. That's why every time when we went down to the car, I become very powerful euphoria - a psychological anchor of incredible happiness.





It seems that here was not born a romantic story:



local church was immortalized in one of the houses:



Misty padanskaya plain:





distance, well guess the outlines of the Alps, which in summer is very rarely seen because of the haze.



The sunny side:





Sometimes the fog lifted slightly and bring forth among the trees long, cold language, but still never envelops our house like a wall, so that by sun - always incredible golden glow, and from the sky - a piercing blue. It is indescribably beautiful. Paint is very fresh and the sky is Recalls Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk:



But frontier home now and then drowning:



There is absolute silence, heard only Fighting magpies rare birds and the bell. Even there is no wind. And well hear my new fan - Garfield. Yes, we've got their own flirtatious Garfield - beggar part-time distinguished songster and storyteller of tales. And then there are the neighbors, the British, an entire musical band, which arranges every weekend concert the whole village.



By the way, I am here not scary: kukuyu here one until late evening. Because even though wooden door, but the double and multiple Shutters can be opened from the outside with an ax. So I'm calm like a tank. It is not a coward. :) All my fears are related to events in childhood. It is still not paranoia and mentality. Since my childhood I was accustomed to nature, but terribly afraid of the empty streets and dark alleys. In J. all the way around.

And finally, a little mist padanskogo DO C:

Driver Da Vemmax Nfa01a

Blue tomato



Title: Blue tomato
Artist / Circle: hutatsu
Pairing: NarutoxSasukexNaruto, NaruSasuNaru
Rating: PG-13, fluff, shounen to
Raw provider: Kurguzkina
Scanlation: Arigatomina
Italian translation: Haidee

Link: Mediafire

Example Of Liability Ins Card

kefir problem

to soon be solved. In LD was found plump bottle "Latte di Kefir" for a ridiculous price of 59 cents for a pint and a half against euro in the Russian store, which give the toad presses. Kefir is delicious!

Promotional Styrofoam Sailboat

Germans

received a letter today by mail, after which added 100 points plus the German nation. The client wrote: "Could you tell me the price for the two chassis until tomorrow? Until AROUND 13 O'CLOCK. "
a long time since I have not met in people such accuracy, missed. :)

Herpes Look Like A White Line

Haruka Aoi no nagi



Title: Aoi no nagi
Artist / Circle: emi (10 RANKAI)
Pairing: NarutoxSasuke,
NaruSasu Rating: NC-17, smut, drama, lemon, yaoi
Raw provider: Rederlee
Scanlation: Arigatomina
Translation Italian: Haidee

Link: Mediafire

I Need Church Donation

Where do put the time on the internet!

Originally posted by miumau at Where do put the time in Internet!

Whenever I write a syllable about how time flies into a black hole, we should connect to the internet, as letters poured. I'm not going to quote and lead, as a lot of them and they are almost identical. People write about themselves - that is: work, family, everything is good, trying to plan for and productively to live. Here are just a one trouble - is to sit at the computer, all plans for smarku, hours and days become of nowhere, it is not clear where it took time. Not clear how this control.

Indeed - Internet peculiar time warp.

( turn on and off - 4 hours. )