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little_baloo @ 2010-03-29T17: 12:00

If I think that exactly a week ago at this same time, I was lying on one of the beaches ... I feel like crying.
Blessed.
the Sun With a cold beer in hand (until it became the rum!).
And the Sun and the white beach seemed to come from myself inside my head so I did not think of anything.
In my head there was only room for the blue sky, blue sapphire sea, the dazzling white of the beach.
as I was immersed in a sort of wadding, as in a "state of grace" ...

... no thought ...
... no problem ...
... happy!

Como Se Usa Una Regular Rolling Machine

Instead of translating Gunslinger Girl for philology, are sometimes taken by quest'irrefrenabile want to get up.
Then I leave the studio, across the hall, arrival in the room.
For a couple of seconds I look in the mirror. I
two more steps to the bathroom.
hover a moment on the pink carpet, and the girl looked a bit 'sad that I have before. It also reflected behind.
As if I expected that this figure will disappear at any moment.
So back in the studio, wondering if the next time I will rise again find that girl who returns my gaze.

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# 10 # 09 # 08

Today we talk about social networks.
With the new (now activated a bit ') settings Facebook it turned out that everyone could see the profile of all, unless you put the filter directly. So I could see the profile of my friends-friends that I had not between the contacts. Such as that goes, I saw what my ex-best friend and current girlfriend of my ex post on the bulletin board, I saw the photos put, and so on. And she could see the same and I did not set any filters.
Since then people come on my profile for a laugh to see how sclerosis (because this was one of the pastimes of my ex, going to see on the blogs of people laughed their sclera ... little anecdote: remember when our friend had left him with a girl who was all a lava stone, we went on his blog to see how I'm stumped ... and now become the new toy of this sport I suppose, since all refer to my bulletin board, without ever asking for anything in person or consult the message, no phone ...), well coming to this conclusion after all that I said "well, but have seen them all links FB, we know you have it with X, Y and Z "(though I never made any name, even when I should have, and the references could still be completely random), I decided to change settings, and that only my contacts could see what I did. This ultimately excludes only the aforementioned chick breaking into my profile.
Today I go out of curiosity in her, and I see that you also set the exact same block that I set myself.
Ergo, I held monitored.
So now I have doubt whether to block the display of the link also to the people that I came to say "well, but the link on FB we've seen them all, is not a secret." And I wonder if it is express malice, contrary to a complaint, or simply want to exclude certain people from being able to pronounce on me. I do not know if it is right or wrong in fact.
Right, so why exclude from my life socialnetworkiana those who do not want any more, because these people wrong from time to time I have to see it at birthday parties, and you can create situations not really nice (which is already pretty than they have ever leaving).
you think?

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alive privacy boring afternoon


's been four days of beautiful concert of 30 Seconds to Mars in Milan and the euphoria that I had in my body is gone soon ...
are two days in a row that I do nothing but listen to Carpark North, one of two support groups that were on Monday night (just because the material of the other group, the Street Drum Corps has disappeared), and more I listen to them most are caught by a strange feeling ... Why all the lyrics are sad and sweet, really sweet, pucciosità the face of the singer.
Especially the last album's songs are beautiful. Perhaps because they have almost all sung at the concert. Perhaps because they are of that sweetness I need.
Especially after the clash on Wednesday.
I found with him to give him the stuff. I'm not saying neither "give him" or "his" because I think they lost that value. Had. Now I have not myself. Did he, in his attic, which in two years together I have never seen, as even the inside of the entrance of his house. But it is another matter. Did I
The point is that Date won again. Because he got what he wanted, or that stuff, and make me feel bad, make me feel a m *** a, after having reproached offense and things that should not have. Why do certain mistakes it takes two. And we have two decades, we must stop chasing people who have been the first to fail. Now at this point does not matter anymore. But when I am I'm trying to forget, to pretend nothing has happened for the sake of peaceful coexistence, I am branded as one that tramples on others' suffering, the one that deliberately forgets everything, but if everyone else is I, fool that I can not go on, that I still have not passed anything. I do not understand why. Do not understand it.
We were an hour in the parking lot of his school, reproaching things, to attack, to scrambling for a speech that I did not even understand what I meant.
I just realized that all of my old group of friends hate me for one reason or another, on Sunday to the birthday I behaved badly in not having a word with anybody, and not to be eaten (please explain why I do living when I have my ex and my ex-best friend in front of the table, they lose interest very early for me, why must I be the one to attack first piece? They We have tried? NO. and then if I tried to eat foul-mouthed, I had my nerves on edge, and already the two sticks that I had just chewed me out ... let alone were returning dumpling tigelle ...), and then I can not complain to him of the behavior really decent little he and she have (lemon blatantly in front of me, go to the bathroom together, hand in hand, her pacifier evident on the neck, which of course I could not face having to note ... ok, I have no right to impose anyone else how to behave, but I just pointed out that all these things are signs of great class and very little bad taste .. but no, if I say it appeared as the jealous ex who will not tolerate childish that the former has a happy life), I also realized that even I do not have values, I never recognized my mistakes, which he said while he did it, is a saint and so now it's untouchable, and I have to stop using facebook as a manifesto of complaints to my contacts (friends now because they are not from the piece), stop complaining about them, and use provocative link (when in fact ironic because I find them right audience overlap with my life, nothing more ... If people feel provoked, I mean ... there must be a reason no ?)...
I, I do not have values .... told by someone who wanted a relationship with me just by Fuck me, one who went with me but with another at the same time, both with good ceremony. I. Without values. I, who have repeatedly tried to end it, because after losing it for errors of both, I was no longer willing to live without him. I, who even now, every day, I think of him, and how things could have been done differently, if only we had more time to think, calmer, or just more sense. I
without values. I do not think at all. And that he really is a terrible insult.
him, after making me wait a half-hour begins with a "Sorry I wanted to apologize for the delay ... hours because I am a person on time. "said with the smile of someone who wants to highlight that it is now better than before with me was a m *** e has now transformed into the flower born of the m *** a. He, who in every sentence conceals contempt, superiority, and his desire to see me beg for his return. Because this is what I saw in his eyes. Contempt and superiority. What I have always seen in her eyes, every moment of our history. And it is this look that still haunts me at night now, and prevents me from achieving happiness and serenity that I rightfully, after what I experienced.
What then, if now he was reading these things, in addition to giving me a liar, I would say also that once again the victim. But because the victim? Simply because when something does not go as I wish I complain? Why not have filters, and when I'm happy and I smile when I'm sad I cry without being ashamed of who I have before?
I was not born with a wax mask. I've never been able to tell lies. Do you know anyone who has had anything to do with me. While he has always been a face of bronze. So much so that I have come to agree with him that "I had never known really. " Why escaped my understanding then, when we felt all day, every hour of the day. Imagine now, now that I'm two years that we live separately, we have different experiences, bitterness, suffering, and even love unspoken.
Because I know that part of me still thinks his heart. Why I believe in a story as it was still so we should be. Because for me it is indeed the case. His thinking, his presence, I was never completely abandoned.
And I think it's the same with him. Otherwise I would hate not his girlfriend so much, well now that we gave all we had, for the sake of a civil relationship when one sees the birthdays. She still hates me because he still carries within himself. But do not admit it to anyone. Not even himself. Otherwise I would not have dogged me so much with the other afternoon. Would not have said those things, used those words, I would have seen through those eyes, masking his speech distorted under advice from his personal conception of things.
Or maybe I just can not conceive of the fact that he is gone forever.
Because what I'm missing him, even now what I love in a corner of my heart, now is died a long time. What I saw yesterday was his first inca ** ato, his angry side, that side of himself that led me to distance myself from him I first (and rightly seen some episodes that were hits) ... What I had before was a different guy, a stranger.
I have given a stranger the last memories we had. Did I won the date for the umpteenth time. And I also feel hurt, betrayed, and stabbed. This is not a victim, I want to clarify. This is suffering. It's sad. It is disappointing.
because he believed that part of what I loved Victor still existed. But it is not
so.
And now I just have to pick up the pieces, without cutting too much, and paste it again, waiting for another break.

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'm back from a very strange weekend. And then this weekend is yet to end!
Friday to watch Three Men and a Baby, and I had always seen only in passing, with Tom Sellek too much love, followed by a burst of hysterical accumulated during the day, which was followed by a very sweet reconciled and sleepy: D
Following is dell'Ashu birthday, to see Vaganti at the Victoria Mine. Really nice! I did not think it was so cute. And then I do not know if we laughed more to the scenes of gay friends of Thomas or the agitation with which the film participated in the Ashu! Finally
evening based tigelle home made by my brother, and mystical vision of another film, Babel ! Hahaha that film absurd Mo, you should not have said this, I've put too much cuorioso and you made me spend an evening! What ended up defaulting and then, standing there at three am in a zapping tv, Scanu and hear singing ... and I must say ... I'm speechless! Every time I happened by chance to hear it I thought it was Giggi d'Alessio and change .. to watch the video while you have your doubts, and I'm pecoraro with pierced tongue and Facciotto that makes me think of Orlando Bloom (and do not ask me why, 'do not even know myself), who sings
" as if a cold day in winter, we did not bare that much cold because we are covered under the sea to make love in every way, in all places in all the lakes around the world that the universe is behind us now but we are unattainable "
.. .. But what do you smoke? No, because I'd be curious to try ... Naked in the winter cold, but we do not have under the sea (at the bottom of the bottom of the maaaaaaaaaar maaa) do love in every way, everywhere, lakes, chased from the universe .... oh but it is difficult to sow the universe if it pursues you! That is ... NO!
XD Well we get to today: I made cookies!! (Which did not come like that made me taste the Mo me deeply sad T_T * *), then if I fimoleggio a bit, and then tonight I had pointed out that birthday in a few posts ago ..
But no matter, it will be just a mishap that separates me from the beautiful and favolosissima trip to Milan for the 30 Seconds To Mars!! \u0026lt;3 Now I run
fimoleggiare!
I close by saying only three things:
- THE THIEF, THE THIEF! (Citing Read Mine Vaganti)
- hairy monster! (Arrrrrgggghhhh!!) (Citation DEFINITELY more educated, taken by Babel)
- seeeeeeei inutileeeeeeeeeeee, fragileeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ( The new video of the year, the Stupid Cupid blind XD)

A word to the wise: D (because I said it all!)
A kiss to everyone!
Ciaoooooooooooooo

Buying A All Nighter Wood Stove

Mystical Weekend # 07 # 06 Looking for wild strawberries

Hello.
Today I had no wish to study for the mini kanji test tomorrow, I shall highly frigate and I started to watch "Wild Strawberries" I had to see I'm blessed to examine cinema ..
is a film by Ingmar Bergman (I believe however that there is no connection with the actress Ingrid Bergman, but there are both Swedish), I think of '59, and it is very beautiful. About life and death, which is a reflection of the old man, that Isak on his life, childhood and the loneliness of this ... It's definitely very nice, I recommend you see ...
And while I would love to have a place of whole strawberries that my lose more when I feel like it ... Mah

Until next time, my silent and anonymous blog readers.

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Who Knew

March 18, 2010. four years have passed ... Four years
are so many ... Especially if you cover the period from 16 to 20 years ... the period in which a person grows and plasma, which creates its own values, their ideals ... And then, if OK, continue to grow them, if it's bad, sees them all fall apart before his eyes. Let's say that I went wrong ...
And sometimes I remember that song by Pink ... Each time in those first two years if I happened to listen to the radio station I changed frantically, because I knew what he was talking, and I was afraid it would bring bad luck ... And now if I happen to feel I let it go, listening, singing, and I think that deep down perhaps he was right, maybe it was a sort of warning ...
Here is the text and the link to the video (because unfortunately I can not understand how to put a video on LJ arrrrrgh!)

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qQpLi6tuSM

Text:
You Took My Hand, You Showed Me How You Promised Me

'd be around Uh huh, that's right

I Took your words and I Believed In

everything you said to me Yeah huh, that's right If someone

Said
three years from now You'd be long gone I'd stand up and punch
them out
'Cause they're all wrong I know better


' Cause you said forever
And ever, who knew?

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no, no no

I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you a friend
I'd give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
For they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong

But they knew better
Still you said forever and ever
Who knew? Yeah yeah

I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we, until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened?

If someone said three years from now
You'd
be long gone I'd stand up and punch them out
'Cause they're all wrong

And That last kiss I'll cherish Until we meet again

Makes It Harder
time And I wish I could remember

But I keep your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling, Who Knew?


My darling My darling, Who Knew?

My darling I miss you My darling, Who Knew?

Who Knew?

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# 05 # 04 # 03 Memories

Finite links I start looking at the photos too .. I look at those first few months if there is a change from pretty avatar ... Then I get the ball to look at old photos, to see how they have changed, physically, geographically, stylistically, mentally .. and also look at how people have changed around me ..
I find videos and photos of gigs that I had almost forgotten that I prefer to forget ... because if I remember I feel like crying ...
Photos and video of three friends in the bathroom of a pub that make the video to testify that the machine that gives you the card automatically recognizes the movement of our hand, people who once were tied because simple, because sincere. .. Now one is the other way, with new people or old people that influence me not to persevere in other occasions but on the contrary, I always wait for it to make me more ... and the other ... the other, which is increased from Benetton and Sisley dress only to spend € 200 for a pair of boots, or a bag, or anything else, because to be with him to come to think that the image must be all, you can also make the hunger, but you have to be cool or else you're a bum holiday, she thought that my best friend, but consider me guilty of stab in the back and stole the life of me, when I was due to help ... her, she does not care to forgive, but only when there is nothing to pretend her birthday, but outside of that occasion, he feels entitled to deal with shit, with its superiority heels made of expensive, beautiful clothes, and a boy I feel as stolen, even if it's been three years ...
I say f ** k or three, not two months ... three years! And I'm still here to stay in it bad ...
Although now I found a wonderful person with whom I've never had a fight, and I always listened to, understood, comforted, even though I was saying horrible things ...

I want a comic world ...
because I really need to laugh a little, 'and I can leave these things behind us once and for all ...

Monica Roccaforta Wiki

I want, I want to up to a world of dreams I have ...

But I do not know 'cos I always have to be paranoid when I go on the internet .. I mean, I have a good life after all: I have a family who cares for me, a fantastic boyfriend, friends, for which the rule applies to "a few but good ", my college career is smooth without a hitch ... Objectively I could come and say "what the hell are you complaining about? you have EVERYTHING! "
yet not enough for me.
I go on FB, or even just to see the post, and I find all the phrases that people change on Msn, and more or less consciously try if two names appear or not clearly defined, FB are always careful to see if have no public comment or link, and when I see one of two people do it, we still hurt. Yet much. Although maybe write crap and even ungrammatical. Want an example, fresh fresh?

[link posted by a contact at random] * who does not forgive is weak, only the strongest *
[comment from one of two well-defined names] I think it's an IDIOT!
[random friend] who?
[certain individual] reported the link
[random friend] ah say who forgives is a jerk? Well you know what to forgive depends .. do not you think?
[certain individual] Mah. honestly do not know .. I have now learned to see her so
[random friend] sin ...
[certain individual] Yeah ... is perhaps a pity, That I do not know.
[random friend] you will see

I feel deeply called into question, knowing the person and the precise mechanisms that have perverted and twisted away then our lives ...
I am summoned, and I feel dejected. Because I think it's important to forgive but never forget. The fool who has forgotten, who pretends not to notice, but not the one who forgives. Why is not at all easy to do ... Especially when there's half a love, or a murky mix of love and friendship more or less true ... And who can forgive in this situation is by no means a fool, but a real gentleman.
I do not know what to do. Even now, at a distance of weeks, months, years, I'm still sick. I still feel like it, if the day begins badly, sealed inside the covers and cry all day, as I did for months and months.
But it seems to be just me bad to stay there, or there was seriously hurt. I do not know. I see these people, and are always smiling, rather they are always in the spotlight, to a casino, to make jokes. Then maybe they will be in suffering more than me ... but I did not do this under a facade of perfect detachment, calm, unflappable and, when inside I'm so bad. Now the reader may also speak of my insane passion for the victim .... but I'm just like, if I'm wrong I speak, I communicate my pain, hoping that by sharing this I will (among other thing never happens, but I can not stop trying ..). So if you read to accuse me of self-pity can also close the page and go somewhere else ...
said ... boh, I end today I'm fine, I certainly have a lot more from my days, but are also fine in their modest and all in all pretty simple. This morning I went for a ride to a mall to see for a hypothetical Netbook, accompanied by my boyfriend, always together and we went for a visit from my grandparents. And today I should be studying (what for which they charge rather mysteriously).
So I get home, turn on the PC and open internet. My default pages that are always open your mail, Fb, LJ, and mail university. Well I just block the mail. There is an invitation to an upcoming birthday of a friend of mine. From here all set. If not me and my boyfriend are the last, the short list of invitees. Even after some people who deeply despise, and why, if only for a matter of visual harmony, we should have become the first ... It makes me inca ** are, because if I finish last in the list of a birthday that does not mean that I take into account practically. I accept the fact already they call me not because I care about my presence regardless of any other bond, but they call me more often because they are the girlfriend of one of their closest friend, and inevitably, because they know who they are, call me also relegated to a "+ Ele" after the name of my boyfriend ... but here is this is a bad combination, "Ele +" at the end of the list. Because then I'm the last one. All right that this person has always played a little 'dirty, never assume the parties or of anyone receiving both in terms of how it suited him, but without never be evil, just a bandieruola here ... But this is yet another thing that bothers me ..
And I do not know what to go and for these reasons, because I have no idea where you have time to get up to go to Milan the next day ... and it is early then I will have a good excuse for not going.
Well after this nice mail, I go in the other windows and I find links like the one mentioned above, one of which directly involved two or three people who do not ever take away from my personal blacklist ... Or simply nostalgic for other indications, regarding the true friendships, the eternal, sincere ones, or those false, or loves litigarelli lasting until the end (what you do not know), or how many things have changed since last year ... I think that few things have changed since last year. M *** Why do people remain in those remote ages well, and as long as you have those two friends in common, unfortunately, it happens all too tenertele flow of words ... but never just a slap, because I think there is really need to give a couple of slaps to certain people.
And I am here, on the verge of crying (hysterical that may have to wait), hoping to distract myself with the study (hahaha do not believe it myself) ...
And I wonder if the money Netbook or clothing that I buy every week would be better spent, perhaps not in the hands of an analyst ...
And I hear "I will" of Liga and I start to cry.

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# 02 Cinema, music and depression

I'm back here, to try to be faithful to the poetry of the blogger.
I would love to have a netbook like the cute Paola, today in class I did not see anything but the neat gadgets that beautiful white surface reflects the sunlight ... But so much if I buy a PC or qualchessiasi subject I can only strike him with the power of thought!
In this respect, I tell a beautiful story occorsomi Saturday night.

start anecdote
I was seven, I was juggling between the study room and bathroom because I was getting ready to leave, I receive a message from my boyfriend, in which he said that I could also go to book online places to go and see Alice In Wonderland tonight. Ok, I say, and walked in the studio, where the computer was waiting for me, already on and operating for hours without giving me any problems. So I sit, I move the chair to be in front of the screen, and how to touch the mouse I get a big kick on his right hand, particularly in the pinky and nell'anulare. Oh well, I think, ultimately accumulating a lot of power (although I have no idea why), and do I open Internet. But the cursor does not move. Nothing responds. If not the screen turns off. And the computer is restarted. Alone.
If you know a good exorcist please pass me the number, I will solve a lot of trouble!
end anecdote

Ordunque, what to talk about?
I am extremely disappointed by the outcome of the Oscars. Premise that the films in competition at the various classes I've seen like ... five to get them all? Wait, we admire him: Up, Up in the air ( the Air ) Avatar, District 9, The messenger, Sherlock Holmes and Parnassus, to look films that bring Wikipedia. That apart Avatar and Up , others are not then all this great stuff ... But I was hoping for different results. Like two years ago, I was with three friends went to see There Will Be Blood , and room and my friend and I have too much rice (though the story was anything but fun), and we judged that all four rather ugly, only to find out who had won two Oscars, for Best Actor and Best Cinematography. But go in the end. Well
. Speaking of movies, and as mentioned earlier, tonight I am going to see Alice . All those who have seen have been disappointed ... Even who appreciates films like Beetlejuice , one of the first Burton film, and I think one of his most characteristic, where we see that vein of spiritual and alternative, which was not yet 80 years of fashion ... I liked that movie a lot, although I consider him one of his best, and I hope that Alice not disappoint me as he did with the others ... Mah! We'll see!

Ah, good to hear the Village People . I am of listening to all this and more. So in my iPod there are both metal and pop songs that vintage, that rock, that's Disney. So after listening I'll you a man (the mythical song of training camp in Mulan ) Believe me I may well hear more of Mengoni (yes, I admit, with great shame, but I admit that I like that song). But, back to the keynote speech, it's nice to listen to the people of the village, because I am always reminded In & Out, a beautiful film with Kevin Kline (adoooooro man!) That on the eve its gay marriage is rediscovered! I recommend strongly to all those who have not seen!

Well now the people of the village has finished singing and I I find with Only you know me Robbie Williams ... is a text rather than bittersweet, that first looked with affection because the only thing I understood was "only you know me, but then I realized that being sad, and every time I bring you to life by aspiring participant travagliatissima Beautiful ...
Since You Went Away Every Day breaks my heart But you do not know 'cause you're not there ... I feel called into question is if I think of you is if I think of my hear t. .. I will not be ungrateful to what I have now, which is certainly more than I had before and will always be more than I ever could have imagined ... But just sometimes (most unfortunately) I wonder how things would change if only I had stopped even once to ask "but what you really ?" "Try to think long term, not to think about now, now or yesterday, but tomorrow. " I would have liked to have someone beside me that he had said. Perhaps many things, perhaps everything would be completely different. I forsee suffered less. I might avoid a lot of problems, and now less people would hate me. Why do I pretend that I want, but inside I am evil. I'm sick to see that my best friend for nine years I do not look for more, and also that the other, the second my best friend ever, you want my death as I would like her ... not to mention he .. He , which should no longer be in my thoughts, but always comes back subtly, since they are increasingly vulnerable to remember that these torments are never quite finished ...
The clock is ticking for all ok, is the only cure for this sort of thing ... I have heard it thousands of times, and even more said to me alone. But are we really sure that in time things go, and feelings are forgotten? Or is it just an impossible love in novels, unpaid, to the nth stormy, until death, lasted more than any other sexual encounter, a marriage and a family?
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, you do not know how lovely you are ... Oh, lets go back to the start ...
My iTunes is extremely evil, is always there ready for pouring out songs that I should not listen at times when I need it less ... The Scientist is beautiful, very sweet, but really so sad. Sometimes I really want to return to the beginning, when he was still to be decided, when I was not yet so sad, but not so happy. Perhaps everything would have been more beautiful ... or maybe not. It is bad when it comes to reflect on these points.
now I is not that they are happy, my married life is really beautiful and very full, for what it allows us to study. But I do not feel complete inside, I still feel parts of me that are still far, far away, and who show no intention of returning. So I allow myself moments of lyricism on the Internet, where, paradoxically, those directly affected can not read, to guarantee a subspecies of the privacy of their judgments. Why I fear that whoever is with me, leave me, and who has already left me yet another opportunity (which unfortunately will never be the last) to point the finger at me and make me feel bad again.

conclude with yet another song that is fired into the coffers.
is taken from a cartoon I think strangely enough, Titan AE . I do not know if you've ever seen. I've always liked so much, especially for the songs. It is a cartoon sci-fi about a guy who needs to complete the Titan project, which allows the rebirth of the Earth was destroyed years ago at the hands of sinister aliens made of pure energy. The song in question called Cosmic Castaway of Electrasy.

But I'm not broken, in my dream I win
in here I'm nothing, a cosmic castaway

A big kiss to all

Longtemazepam To Work

# 01 My first entry


Yes, I am convinced I subscribe to yet another gadget technology to let people know about me to others when others do not care about me. But I did it just because I have nothing better to do, because they are prey to the melancholy of my usual Sunday, and finally because I just can not open the Prèdal to try to study film ...
So what can we say?
I have no idea how I prove it constantly to keep this page updated, also because the university has very little free time. Let's say one of the reasons why I opened it, and for keeping me updated on the extra-life instead of my colleagues that we live on LJ, it is my desire to do more or less hidden writing exercises and test them to anyone read them. Also if I find the courage to write something on that scale here, of course.
But in the meantime I just try to understand how it works, and the rest will come later.
Until next time,

Lela