Search and find (?)
My research has led to these results until now:
HOME 1
I introduce myself to 10.30 as agreed and I opened the door three potential roommates (they had to be four but one was not there).
I find them in a semi-vegetative state, one even gets me in my pajamas and it is obviously still in a dream world, it does not utter a word for almost the entire duration of the visit.
The other two are more awake, just enough to show me the house is spacious, but overall the building is old and a little valued house, the bathroom is double, but a small glimpse into the shower and let me see that The floor is strewn with numerous bottles of all kinds, I conclude that girls are not just made the order to the person and I confirmed when I see an ashtray full of cigarette butts.
I discover that two of them are Lucan and a Sicilian (the absent do not know), this means that they are in a permanent position in Padua and come home often, the thing which annoys me for reasons a little long to explain.
also discovered that the students attend the schools of psychology, archeology and cultural heritage so I'm thinking that eventually I would be the only one in there to study (and especially to attend) for real.
If we add that the price for anything but the rent is low and the area, despite being fairly close to the center, it is still dull and distant from my faculty, I would say that the reasons for putting a lid on it all ' There were moments all.
Only at the end of the appointment comes to my mind is Thursday morning, this means that the night before as it was Wednesday and every Wednesday the students leave university and are later, as this would explain the attitude of those who were inadvertently awakened Sticazzi but were they who wanted an appointment in the morning.
HOUSE 2
completely changed gender, class I accept a student like me '87, communication sciences, but amen, it seems nice and jaunty. I all'appartamentino
leads to a 10-minute walk from the actual princiali squares of the historic center (Piazza del Duomo and herbs).
She is already the single of this lovely apartment refurbished in classic style while the double IKEA should be occupied by me and another person X, X sin that day was rather XY, in the sense that it was male, to be precise a freshman the first year of statistics. Precise
tenant that the room with a male I would not be willing to share, apartment, is fine with me, but no room.
The price for the features of the area and the apartment is honest in the evening and then do my confirmation (it seemed too good to have already found at the second attempt )...*
HOUSE 3
Here I had to think long before to reach a conclusion.
apartment close to the faculty and the "Madrid", renovated, with two roommates in the fifth year of medicine (Finally) looking for two other people for a double.
During the visit, however, comes out a series of "buts".
To begin with, what was supposed to be my room is actually a room with two beds (and here I feel slightly offended), in addition with a pitched roof, so that I could very well suffocate us.
continue to discover that the bathroom I should use (the other is forfeited because of the two future doctors in the room, which is really a double) is not windows, which would also be acceptable were it not that is adjacent to the kitchen.
In all this I discover that the two girls by good medical students, do not smoke and the house is not equipped with balcony, is but with a lot of exaggerated wood (including wooden floors and beams) but being deprived of air conditioning is likely that with the first warm days will turn into a sauna.
Total price for the rent is low and not being in the hands of an agency must also pay a deposit.
Ergo: stone over here too.
* I then called to tell me that they preferred to choose a couple of friends for a double, because they had not found anyone else with which they pair of Odd
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
How Do Indians Have Big Breast
Miscion Impossibol
Today I am tired, tired of a positive. That
tired of waking up at 7 am (stuff that came to my mind since high school), a bus packed with young students and I, who are almost claustrophobic, crushed like a sardine in the midst of all those who speak and dress the same way as they speak. That
fatigue intecity an hour by train, to walk streets and alleys especially of Padua, the city where I'll be moving soon, the same city in which the study.
Needless to say I'm happy this is a turning point that has been waiting for two years to be precise.
Two years spent as a student commuter, with all its cons and pros I would say no, if not from a purely economic terms.
But now all this is going to end, no more train every day, no more waivers to spritz of 18.30 because "oh no, I lose my train, no more parties to the bin last minute because "oh shit, I did not bring change for the night" and so much more.
Above all, I'm ready and big enough to close the door behind them and open another, which will take me to a place where I'll be there, just me, no parents, no relatives nor friends, I decided groped the adventure with all its risks, without any security.
do not know at present the people with whom he shared the house, especially given that the room probably will not choose a single room.
I voluntarily declined the offers available from those who already knew, for example, when a former classmate of mine gave me the number because it would be in September a seat at his house, well, I did not ever called.
I'm tired of having too many certainties, to be free in the end it means to live without them, I want to risk it, this is something I completely and does not affect anyone else and secondly I do not want to see me arguing with someone about the usual things in life living together, I want to be free to fuck all to easily if it were needed, without feeling guilty if this was a 'friend or an acquaintance. In summary
today I gleaned nine numbers, nine different houses, I'll call tonight and I feel that probably some time is already blurred, but keep searching, just expect that it will take time, whether to choose a pair of shoes or an mp3 player I can put full weeks let alone an apartment. Meanwhile
to tighten the circle, I figured all of my future home should not have, so I say NO to: * cagacazzo Salvationists
roommates, students of political science / engine / 'education et cetera **, pets ( ergo Punkabbestia), male roommates looking nice ***, very dirty people, people who manifests so irritating his sympathy for movements or parties that I do not like, triple room, apartment that does not belong to the downtown, faculty or the station.
are very much appreciated the two bathrooms, a balcony, a luminary of the chemical and a drug dealer.
* of those who make weird faces just touches your pack of cigarettes
** nice for charity, but I have to study
*** for the simple fact that I do not want distractions at home, even if after I have written to me realized that I am is very relative because lately I like the toilets, even better if we are assholes.
Today I am tired, tired of a positive. That
tired of waking up at 7 am (stuff that came to my mind since high school), a bus packed with young students and I, who are almost claustrophobic, crushed like a sardine in the midst of all those who speak and dress the same way as they speak. That
fatigue intecity an hour by train, to walk streets and alleys especially of Padua, the city where I'll be moving soon, the same city in which the study.
Needless to say I'm happy this is a turning point that has been waiting for two years to be precise.
Two years spent as a student commuter, with all its cons and pros I would say no, if not from a purely economic terms.
But now all this is going to end, no more train every day, no more waivers to spritz of 18.30 because "oh no, I lose my train, no more parties to the bin last minute because "oh shit, I did not bring change for the night" and so much more.
Above all, I'm ready and big enough to close the door behind them and open another, which will take me to a place where I'll be there, just me, no parents, no relatives nor friends, I decided groped the adventure with all its risks, without any security.
do not know at present the people with whom he shared the house, especially given that the room probably will not choose a single room.
I voluntarily declined the offers available from those who already knew, for example, when a former classmate of mine gave me the number because it would be in September a seat at his house, well, I did not ever called.
I'm tired of having too many certainties, to be free in the end it means to live without them, I want to risk it, this is something I completely and does not affect anyone else and secondly I do not want to see me arguing with someone about the usual things in life living together, I want to be free to fuck all to easily if it were needed, without feeling guilty if this was a 'friend or an acquaintance. In summary
today I gleaned nine numbers, nine different houses, I'll call tonight and I feel that probably some time is already blurred, but keep searching, just expect that it will take time, whether to choose a pair of shoes or an mp3 player I can put full weeks let alone an apartment. Meanwhile
to tighten the circle, I figured all of my future home should not have, so I say NO to: * cagacazzo Salvationists
roommates, students of political science / engine / 'education et cetera **, pets ( ergo Punkabbestia), male roommates looking nice ***, very dirty people, people who manifests so irritating his sympathy for movements or parties that I do not like, triple room, apartment that does not belong to the downtown, faculty or the station.
are very much appreciated the two bathrooms, a balcony, a luminary of the chemical and a drug dealer.
* of those who make weird faces just touches your pack of cigarettes
** nice for charity, but I have to study
*** for the simple fact that I do not want distractions at home, even if after I have written to me realized that I am is very relative because lately I like the toilets, even better if we are assholes.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Dog Scars Hair Grow Back
gogonis @ 2008-09-13T11: 57:00
I do not know how, but I dug this old Luttazzi from memory (and U-Tube)
I do not know how, but I dug this old Luttazzi from memory (and U-Tube)
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Rachael Ray Nutrish Beef Rice
Mimi is not amused
have just returned from a brief foray to my father's house, which has always been our dealer film par excellence . And I decided to post something different.
Nightmare Detective 
Like all Japanese films of the kind that you meet there is a serial killer. The serial killer kills use the phone and in dreams. The serial killer has a troubled past and is traumatized. The victims are idiots who would commit suicide. The protagonist is an attractive (or not) Japanese policewoman whose facial expression resembles the rate of straw on the chimney of my grandfather, but the rate has little eyes more lively and has crooked legs. Then we have the obligatory emo boy of the paranormal which can enter the dreams and he too would die. Shake it all with the usual morbid theme of suicide and death that is so dear to the rising sun, and you'll get yet another paranormal thriller-meatloaf seasoned with special effects worthy of My neighbor suffers when the chicken to the barbecue. A little 'splatter, but overall not too impressive (and I'm easily scared about these things). 
short, strange suicides involving our young detective who has decided to give up the desk job and go on the field. Strange suicides in which the victims are cut or stabbed while sleeping. And all after calling the phone number 0. He soon discovers that they are not really suicidal, or at least they were not yet developed, since the victims were so desire to commit suicide, and to do so with this fantoamtico Zero, but before you can make suggestions and were induced to commit suicide through the nightmare, where you murderess manifest and stabs the poor wretch. Enters our EMO BOY who hates the world and all that hate and fear! But only those who have a desire to commit suicide may contact Zero! Our cop with a thousand expressions fail to solve the case!? Frankly is a film that I was tainted from start to finish. Good direction, with some touches of class that maybe some horror 'intrigue you, but otherwise, a cagatone. 
Gabriel - The Fury of Angels
There is a world between Heaven and Hell called Purgatory, where souls are waiting to be judged, and is always disputed land between the Light and the Shadow. Seven angels seven demons and fight for dominance of their souls, their eternal salvation or their damnation. At the present state of things, evil prevails. Even Michael, the strongest of all the Archangels, was defeated. Now is the turn of Gabriel, the last hope of the Light. And the massacre begins. Then, I state that this is a well cagatone galaxy, but there was to be expected otherwise. The title stank. The basic idea is a bit 'weak, poorly managed and not at all interesting. To begin with, I understand why they are so idiots sti archangels to deal with Satan and the bad guys one by one if they are always together and split his ass and cut wings and pierce bellies. I say pierce bellies because besides I know (obviously) the kung-fu like any self-respecting modern angel (now if you want the angel you must be at least three black belt in martial disciplines, mhuai sample of Thai, have a military training with the knowledge to handle and clean reassemble a pistol with silencer Find out how to build bombs and use mcguyver ALONE guns that typically are handled in three) guns and of course use any kind of firearm. 
The setting is underground, and is a mixture (malriuscito) between matrix, sin city and equilibrium. The main character is cute, a nice face to place before the cameras, especially in sex scenes with Amitiele (OMG a fallen archangel who then became human, then there is no problem, God! not to come here to break that is immoral because she is no longer an angel!). regarding the acting is a bit 'is denied. More simaptico Satan do bad, ugly but charming, white eye. A film trash of a kind (the religious / dark / punk / emo) that goes so fashionable lately, and therefore deserves exactly the same end of the whole. Music is not a masterpiece but not a crap. 
Of all the crew save just one person and a half: the whole would be the director of photography, and that half would be the writer. At first I would give a nice pat on the back and shaking his head I would say, "Dude, why are you a prostitute?" and if I had to produce a film, recruiting them. The depths are great, and despite the setting we have to stew how corny, a touch of style here and there there. Writer fills him with blows to the story in itself that sucks, but I'll give him a biscuit to some points of philosophical reflection that sometimes offers through the characters, and may be curious and interesting. 
Ironman 
I do not have much to say about this movie that almost everyone has already seen and I see Aihm late. It 'really the best film of Marvelverse that came out so far. E 'is enjoyable dall'appassionato comic strip that from the total stranger like that. All pososno understand it and all say "Cool!"
Even my cousin and my aunt (31 years and never read a comic American) and my aunt (60 years and idem as the daughter) said that it is beautiful! And generally people are going to see things like "The Cider House Rules" or any other nineteenth-century romantic meatloaf.
Well, I do not dwell on it because it's really nice! And Tony Stark is really an actor bono: Or do not you say at the outset because it is not the buxom women in fashion recently, adolescent and young man, but has the charm of the adult and is appealing.
short, a masterpiece.
Honor your father and mother
So, this is tough. It 'a melodrama American ones you leave the weight on my stomach.
Two brothers find themselves in financial problems (although in fact only one has real problems, the other is just a greedy heroin addict) and his older brother suggests the child to arrange a hit with both easy and secure, where no one gets hurt and no one will lose: rob the family jewelry business, currently managed by his father, mother and aunt. But the situation will collapse and someone very evil, an evil from which there is no cure: death. The robbery is the fulcrum of the story, and the film is divided into many parts, each accompanied by a caption that timing the fragment compared to the "day of the robbery: 4 days before the robbery, a week after the robbery, the day of the robbery, etc etc ... Each piece tells the story of one of the characters in the light of this event, often linked to others, as many small pieces of a puzzle, all of which make for a dramatic final catastrophic as that seems inevitable. A downward spiral of despair drag the story characters to complete destruction of their lives.
A little 'slow and difficult to digest, being almost two hours of film that unfolds slowly and unhurriedly. Get bored at some points, some 'obvious and predictable, but enjoyable.
Wolf Creek
preclude do not know why I see certain things, then I do not sleep at night, shit. So, I'm film starts with a good deal 'of writings that tell us that in Austrialia vanish every year about 30 thousand people, and a tot percentage of these are never found. Ok. * I made a cross on the world map where is Australia * Three guys, two girls and a boy, you know at a party in Sydney, and decided to leave for the desert in search of freedom and to visit a crater where they were made numerous sightings of UFOs. Ok, I know you're thinking "if they go to seek and deserve to die." You are right. I have watched with Dad and my brother and every 5 minutes were yelling at the screen that they were idiots and that if they died it was only natural selection, because they were just too stupid.
However, these three enterprising Crocodile Dundee bar hire a sports car (not an SUV but noooo, you have to do millemila km in the Australian desert and what to buy? A dune. But then you are asking for) and venture into the desert. They arrive in the crater and I'm fucking machine + mobile phones stop working.
Night falls and a friendly native, a former kangaroo hunter / buffalo / etc etc find them and proposes them to pull them where he lives so that will replace the broken piece of their car and start again the next day.
hours after arriving at the mine is abandoned. Drinking joke blah. They sleep. At one point one of the girls are awake, but is no longer in his sleeping bag, around the campfire, but it is bound with teflon in a shed. The girl managed to free themselves (such as serial killer is expected to improve in the field to tie the victims) and in sleeping bags for her friends found only blood. He hears screams and cries, and moves closer to a shed, where he sees the other girl almost naked, bleeding (from nose to time) and tied to a hook by the wrists slew (those to which our grandparents hung skinned rabbits for Pour away the blood). Crying for mercy to our friendly crocodile dundee (this time really bad) which says that after having raped her for a few months apart and will hang on the wall with the other bitches (bitches nude slaughtered on the first floor shot in the legs in an advanced state of decomposition, etc. etc.). It begins a desperate flight to save the girls. Now, I say, if you miraculously manages to shoot and I'm wingless psychopath, what would you, reader? I, personally, before stealing the keys and go on his truck, grabs his knife, which boasted just before and sticking, I'd do it in pieces, thrown into the fire and after maybe jump on the van. NO. THEY DO NOT DO IT.
If I'm running away from a crazy psychopath, hurt, horny, and very, very pissed off, I DO NOT STOP TO WATCH BETWEEN HIS PERSONAL EFFECTS AND WATCH VIDEO OF HIS VICTIMS OF CAMERAS!
No wonder then if ste moron deserves to die. A half
crap. Drew heavily on Texas Chainsaw Massacre (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre). An hour and a half of nothing and then the final quarter of an hour of carnage and violence is not indifferent. Bah, I have to stop seeing sti fucking movie!
have just returned from a brief foray to my father's house, which has always been our dealer film par excellence . And I decided to post something different.
Nightmare Detective 
Like all Japanese films of the kind that you meet there is a serial killer. The serial killer kills use the phone and in dreams. The serial killer has a troubled past and is traumatized. The victims are idiots who would commit suicide. The protagonist is an attractive (or not) Japanese policewoman whose facial expression resembles the rate of straw on the chimney of my grandfather, but the rate has little eyes more lively and has crooked legs. Then we have the obligatory emo boy of the paranormal which can enter the dreams and he too would die. Shake it all with the usual morbid theme of suicide and death that is so dear to the rising sun, and you'll get yet another paranormal thriller-meatloaf seasoned with special effects worthy of My neighbor suffers when the chicken to the barbecue. A little 'splatter, but overall not too impressive (and I'm easily scared about these things). 
short, strange suicides involving our young detective who has decided to give up the desk job and go on the field. Strange suicides in which the victims are cut or stabbed while sleeping. And all after calling the phone number 0. He soon discovers that they are not really suicidal, or at least they were not yet developed, since the victims were so desire to commit suicide, and to do so with this fantoamtico Zero, but before you can make suggestions and were induced to commit suicide through the nightmare, where you murderess manifest and stabs the poor wretch. Enters our EMO BOY who hates the world and all that hate and fear! But only those who have a desire to commit suicide may contact Zero! Our cop with a thousand expressions fail to solve the case!? Frankly is a film that I was tainted from start to finish. Good direction, with some touches of class that maybe some horror 'intrigue you, but otherwise, a cagatone. 
Gabriel - The Fury of Angels
There is a world between Heaven and Hell called Purgatory, where souls are waiting to be judged, and is always disputed land between the Light and the Shadow. Seven angels seven demons and fight for dominance of their souls, their eternal salvation or their damnation. At the present state of things, evil prevails. Even Michael, the strongest of all the Archangels, was defeated. Now is the turn of Gabriel, the last hope of the Light. And the massacre begins. Then, I state that this is a well cagatone galaxy, but there was to be expected otherwise. The title stank. The basic idea is a bit 'weak, poorly managed and not at all interesting. To begin with, I understand why they are so idiots sti archangels to deal with Satan and the bad guys one by one if they are always together and split his ass and cut wings and pierce bellies. I say pierce bellies because besides I know (obviously) the kung-fu like any self-respecting modern angel (now if you want the angel you must be at least three black belt in martial disciplines, mhuai sample of Thai, have a military training with the knowledge to handle and clean reassemble a pistol with silencer Find out how to build bombs and use mcguyver ALONE guns that typically are handled in three) guns and of course use any kind of firearm. 
The setting is underground, and is a mixture (malriuscito) between matrix, sin city and equilibrium. The main character is cute, a nice face to place before the cameras, especially in sex scenes with Amitiele (OMG a fallen archangel who then became human, then there is no problem, God! not to come here to break that is immoral because she is no longer an angel!). regarding the acting is a bit 'is denied. More simaptico Satan do bad, ugly but charming, white eye. A film trash of a kind (the religious / dark / punk / emo) that goes so fashionable lately, and therefore deserves exactly the same end of the whole. Music is not a masterpiece but not a crap. 
Of all the crew save just one person and a half: the whole would be the director of photography, and that half would be the writer. At first I would give a nice pat on the back and shaking his head I would say, "Dude, why are you a prostitute?" and if I had to produce a film, recruiting them. The depths are great, and despite the setting we have to stew how corny, a touch of style here and there there. Writer fills him with blows to the story in itself that sucks, but I'll give him a biscuit to some points of philosophical reflection that sometimes offers through the characters, and may be curious and interesting. 
Ironman 
I do not have much to say about this movie that almost everyone has already seen and I see Aihm late. It 'really the best film of Marvelverse that came out so far. E 'is enjoyable dall'appassionato comic strip that from the total stranger like that. All pososno understand it and all say "Cool!"
Even my cousin and my aunt (31 years and never read a comic American) and my aunt (60 years and idem as the daughter) said that it is beautiful! And generally people are going to see things like "The Cider House Rules" or any other nineteenth-century romantic meatloaf.
Well, I do not dwell on it because it's really nice! And Tony Stark is really an actor bono: Or do not you say at the outset because it is not the buxom women in fashion recently, adolescent and young man, but has the charm of the adult and is appealing.
short, a masterpiece.
Honor your father and mother
So, this is tough. It 'a melodrama American ones you leave the weight on my stomach.
Two brothers find themselves in financial problems (although in fact only one has real problems, the other is just a greedy heroin addict) and his older brother suggests the child to arrange a hit with both easy and secure, where no one gets hurt and no one will lose: rob the family jewelry business, currently managed by his father, mother and aunt. But the situation will collapse and someone very evil, an evil from which there is no cure: death. The robbery is the fulcrum of the story, and the film is divided into many parts, each accompanied by a caption that timing the fragment compared to the "day of the robbery: 4 days before the robbery, a week after the robbery, the day of the robbery, etc etc ... Each piece tells the story of one of the characters in the light of this event, often linked to others, as many small pieces of a puzzle, all of which make for a dramatic final catastrophic as that seems inevitable. A downward spiral of despair drag the story characters to complete destruction of their lives.
A little 'slow and difficult to digest, being almost two hours of film that unfolds slowly and unhurriedly. Get bored at some points, some 'obvious and predictable, but enjoyable.
Wolf Creek
preclude do not know why I see certain things, then I do not sleep at night, shit. So, I'm film starts with a good deal 'of writings that tell us that in Austrialia vanish every year about 30 thousand people, and a tot percentage of these are never found. Ok. * I made a cross on the world map where is Australia * Three guys, two girls and a boy, you know at a party in Sydney, and decided to leave for the desert in search of freedom and to visit a crater where they were made numerous sightings of UFOs. Ok, I know you're thinking "if they go to seek and deserve to die." You are right. I have watched with Dad and my brother and every 5 minutes were yelling at the screen that they were idiots and that if they died it was only natural selection, because they were just too stupid.
However, these three enterprising Crocodile Dundee bar hire a sports car (not an SUV but noooo, you have to do millemila km in the Australian desert and what to buy? A dune. But then you are asking for) and venture into the desert. They arrive in the crater and I'm fucking machine + mobile phones stop working.
Night falls and a friendly native, a former kangaroo hunter / buffalo / etc etc find them and proposes them to pull them where he lives so that will replace the broken piece of their car and start again the next day.
hours after arriving at the mine is abandoned. Drinking joke blah. They sleep. At one point one of the girls are awake, but is no longer in his sleeping bag, around the campfire, but it is bound with teflon in a shed. The girl managed to free themselves (such as serial killer is expected to improve in the field to tie the victims) and in sleeping bags for her friends found only blood. He hears screams and cries, and moves closer to a shed, where he sees the other girl almost naked, bleeding (from nose to time) and tied to a hook by the wrists slew (those to which our grandparents hung skinned rabbits for Pour away the blood). Crying for mercy to our friendly crocodile dundee (this time really bad) which says that after having raped her for a few months apart and will hang on the wall with the other bitches (bitches nude slaughtered on the first floor shot in the legs in an advanced state of decomposition, etc. etc.). It begins a desperate flight to save the girls. Now, I say, if you miraculously manages to shoot and I'm wingless psychopath, what would you, reader? I, personally, before stealing the keys and go on his truck, grabs his knife, which boasted just before and sticking, I'd do it in pieces, thrown into the fire and after maybe jump on the van. NO. THEY DO NOT DO IT.
If I'm running away from a crazy psychopath, hurt, horny, and very, very pissed off, I DO NOT STOP TO WATCH BETWEEN HIS PERSONAL EFFECTS AND WATCH VIDEO OF HIS VICTIMS OF CAMERAS!
No wonder then if ste moron deserves to die. A half
crap. Drew heavily on Texas Chainsaw Massacre (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre). An hour and a half of nothing and then the final quarter of an hour of carnage and violence is not indifferent. Bah, I have to stop seeing sti fucking movie!
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