I'm tired. So tired. to apologize even when I think I may be wrong. not to receive even when you made me cry. of illness for a mistake not mine. to be humble.
It seems to me to have to go back 17 years, when emotions are not able to handle and life is still something too big and incomprehensible.
Sometimes, instead of crying I wish I could slap someone.
I ended the day before yesterday evening my first experiment with hat, made with circular needles: I thought it was more difficult, I have always done a great fear XD
Now that I started, who stops the most?! I think a lot of hats projects, to large ones and / or Basque as I can make I (who are very rich) and I find it really hard for my taste in stores ^___^
Sometimes it is good to have finished the credit on the phone, so if you get a silly message that makes you angry for what steps can not be lowered to respond.
(But know that my message was very brief response. A nice fuck and stop.)
No, not about me, is simply the name of a program broadcast on Sky. I wonder why I am obsessed with this channel ... maybe more crap shoot because of all the others, I do not know ... So you have these pairs, one per episode, which is not satisfied with their physical appearance, and would like to change (improve?) for their wedding, which will be celebrated with them shortly. Not content with this, the program also provides for the selection of everything that can affect a marriage: the choice of the dress, flowers, restaurant and makeup and wigs of the couple and guests.
Now there is the bride who wants to redo the nose to begin with. That is, one builds the nose because he has married. Logic.
Then, not happy, (so she does not pay) goes to the boobs. Wants the biggest and most beautiful. course: one draws on the breast and the nose because you have to marry. unassailable.
The part of him I have not followed, I was too afraid of what that he could ask the surgeon ... a stretch here, a lipo them ... the only thing I saw him running on the beach, tied to life with a rope hanging from the tire ... with a lot of personal trainer who makes me run ... mah.
Everything is presented by a blonde, what's his name .... Come on, that foreign them ... (in between the other is not your average American, we have learned so well from their silly programs that now we make them yourself, it's all made in Italy) the name of the presenter does not mean I remember but do not lose anything.
What we wonder is: but when the guests come to church and see the spouses recognize them? Maybe they'll think it was wrong marriage, remain sitting dazed on the bench wondering if you should get up or stay until the end, just because the gift did so, and I make the gift without even eating at a restaurant? Oh no.
CHEATERS - if you've never seen this program, keep it up.
Cheaters
Wandering through the various channels that gave us quite unnecessary digital, I concentrated on the sky. This morning, in fact, even as I write, are broadcasting a program that includes a team of investigators called her husband \\ wife who is in charge of stalking a spouse. When we filmed evidence of treason, here are ambush and bring the guilty before the evidence. But I wonder: do not wait to let the world know that you bastard? Sorry, call and end up on TV cameras, you're so eager to wash their dirty linen in public? I would keep these things for me, there is a good figure guilty of treason, but even those who hired the crew of investigators to follow his wife .. omit to write what I think of who makes up these programs and who takes them on .. and even those who follow this stuff. Fall lower and lower, and we are also so stupid and eager to show that we want to end up on television when we look like idiots. This is very sad.
Even embroidered these for my mother, I must say that they are usually much appreciated by our customers, even if they are really simple in construction! Go back a few years ago, in fact, now the cross stitch I put a little aside (the last work dates from a year ago, two cot sheets for the child of my cousin) ..
And the series of works carried out in cross-stitch embroidery, this is the paper holder made for mom a few months ago ^ ^ is an extreme simplicity, and even if I do not like embroidering flowers, this seemed to be the most suitable design for this item!
Sometimes I'd like to be a talented person. know how to play the piano by God, or the violin. be like those people (few) that go up on stage and enchant all those present. talent to deceive, to fly the mind. I would love to paint. Excite with the colors. Invent. Distort reality. Meet the eyes. Creating unreal worlds. I envy those people, their hands working, creating something magical and unique. I want to be a fucking genius of art.
"But if everything becomes a show, creases private life to the other side, in the video, and even packaged as stories, but sold as real life, this side is the empty factory, drain the brain, are empty words, they deflate the instants . The speed with which that happens in that screen becomes a model is fierce: ten million people to drink this way to love, leave, recover, too many are beyond the level of alert, maybe not all but many will end up thinking that all that stuff is normal. Well, I mean that is not normal. The ten million mesmerized by horror, I confirm they are seeing a program of science fiction. Adventures from the planet Fininvest. Real life, at least temporarily, it is another thing. "
This is a piece of an article written by Baricco, enclosed in a small but intense book, entitled Barnum. It refers to a program that in its Time has made headlines and audience: Strangelove. But Alex, if you Strangelove unbalanced to say these things, among other hyper shared by me and all the people who still think with their head, what would you say to men and women, the big brother or friends of the De Filippi? Real life, unfortunately, has become that because girls and boys behave exactly like the valleys and tronista of those programs. Disappointing is not it?
Atmospheres charge of a garage, post punk and new wave all salsa shaker ten years: this is the chosen for the first GET COLOR 2011. To go on stage dell'ArciTom (Piazza Tom Benetollo 1, Mantova), single stage and undisputed territory of Mantua, there will be Criminal Jokers (Francesco Motta, Simone and Francesco Bettin Pellegrini) already known by the local audience and not for the excellent performance during the festival LOTUS 2010, held in September on the shores of the lake bottom. The band, coming from Pisa, already has an album, "This Was Supposed to Be the Future" (released on Iceforeveryone / infect / Audioglobe) quality, loved by critics, released in 2010 and edited by Andrea Appino (ZEN CIRCUS) Fusaroli and Max (The Light of the power plant, Three merry boys deaths) in which there are also some songs that the band had recorded with Brian Ritchie (Violent Femmes). This is a result of excellent collaborations to secure effect, haunting and powerful: it is all but genuinely post punk, as they call them. Worn on stage becomes a pure brazenness of three teens who have demonstrated their ability to tackle important and difficult stage (they have open dates for the ZEN CIRCUS and many are returning from a New Year with their all'INIT, Rome) without losing brightness and with the thrust and known character of the singer, Francesco Motta, who besides singing plays drums standing: unforgettable at first sight!
The band will Pisa open to new knowledge of the New Candys , a band born in Treviso in 2008, with a nice EP released in July 2010 (PRIMASCELTA of ROCKIT) has been known for their psychedelic sixties surf-influenced bands like that have fascinated Mojomatics and A Classic Education who have wanted to share the stage with them. To close the evening, the exotic and the post-industrial DJ sets HOLIDAY IN SAUDI ARABIA, resident of the evening marked GET COLOR!
FRIDAY 'January 21, 2011 Arcitom square T. Benetollo 1, Mantova: open 22.00, concert starts 23.00 on entrance € 3 + ARCI card
watched the video of This Was Supposed to Be the Future of Criminal Jokers
Sometimes I think of all the chapters of my life that are closed and lines lie between their unexpressed desires for fear of making mistakes, people known and forgotten, friendships blossomed but finite, souls adrift and sad thoughts. Yes, they are often hard to exist in all life situations are difficult to digest and forget, and in most cases remain engraved in the memory, to remember how you suffered. chapters contain brief but indelible phrases, the ones you need to remember where you were wrong and that will ensure a greater awareness of the world, as it turns. To not make mistakes anymore. To learn. To understand that you will continue. That we must forgive. is with this understanding of its limitations that I want to face the new year, it will be a time of growth that some changes may bring to light. become great. I will be companion and friend, confidante, mistress of my choices, as difficult as can be. I'll take off even though I can not swim, will risk. Maybe that's how you should live? Maybe that's what they call "courage"?
I would love to be a gray pebble beach, a small polished stone in the middle the other hundreds of thousands. No one should take care of me because I never hunger or thirst and need clean clothes, nor would I ever go to school or doing chores. I'd be lying there with the waves lapping over me, or to dry in the sun. I do not ever move, except for a few centimeters due to the change of tide. I could stay there forever, without a name, to mind my own business, no one will ever wondering where I am. But maybe one day, a nice guy who goes for a stroll on the beach looking for shells or wrecks, and I bent to pick it would take in hand for a moment, to feel that they are tiny and smooth. Then he got up and threw me with all his might, and I'd fly into the air and flashes twice, three times on the liquid surface before sinking. I'd like to be a small gray stone lost forever under the sea ...
Returning from Japan, a few days ago, I made a call a little 'longish airport in Qatar, which has allowed me to arrange with a crochet hook and wood to create this white suit and pink neck + gloves (without fingers, have only the thumb). What do you think? I hope you like them, I would try asking around if anyone would even be willing to buy them (in pairs, otherwise feel alone XD), although I do not know yet at what price I could sell ... Until next time, Byakko:)
Ah, I opened a facebook fan page on my "creations": if you like, you're all invited to add ^ ^
For all the times you've endured my moons and wrong for those days a bit 'shady. for being a friend but also a friend to joke, when life should be taken a bit 'more lightly. Not to have lost patience in the face of certain attitudes incomprehensible for you, but realizing that they were part of me. For days when you embraced me without saying anything, because you understand that the silence had more sense. For those times you've had to adapt to my schedule, my moods, my complaint is not always easy. For the times that my desires have become a source of inspiration for you to make me happier. For the moments spent watching movies in bed embracing. For your lips on mine. for not saying everything that was going through your head during our discussions. for letting me know things that you did not know. For as many times as you tickle me because I feel like laughing. For the smile that when you come home every night. To kiss you give me just after the "hello" and for what you give me before you go. For the moments when I think during the day and decide to write me a simple sms to remind me that you're there. For small things, for future projects, for the family to come, for love.
