giovedì 15 febbraio 2007
ore 13:57 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")

Ci siamo rifatti a Twickenham
Finalmente si esce dagli esami a testa alta...
Metodologia e tecnica della ricerca sociale: 27 (era un 25 poi tra progetto "spritz" e "integrazione orale" ho tirato su 2 punticini )

Fondamenti della comunicazione cinematografica e fotografica(e dal nome della materia si capisce xkè la registrazione d ogni singolo studente durava un’era glaciale):26. e grazie a Zotti minchia d esistere

Ora il gran finale...almeno finale d sicuro, è questa la cosa incoraggiante.

io intanto navigo anke altrove con il cervello...forse ho bisogno di una corsa sfrutterò la giornata di sole e l’inimitabile clima trentino x sfogarmi un pò. Sappy a tutti!




sorpresa...song of the day!!!


The White stripes - My Doorbell

I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
yeah, I been thinkin’ about my doorbell

Oh, well

Well women and children need kisses
Not the man in my life I know
And I been going to mystery misses
I respect the art of the show
Take back whan you said little girl
And while you’re at it take yourself back too
Woman whatcha gonna do now, whatcha gonna do about it

I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it oh
I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I been thinkin’ about my doorbell

Oh, yeah

You don’t seem to come around
Point your finger and make a sound
You don’t seem to come around
Not since I said you knocked it down?

Oh, well

Make a sound and I’ll make you feel right
Right at home, yeah
Yeah, right at home, yeah

Nobody got me waitin’ in pain
But how come it’s so easy to you
You don’t strike me as the type to be callous
But your words seem so obtuse
But then again I know you feel guilty
And you tell me you want me again
But I don’t need any of your pity
I got plenty of my own friends
They’re all above me

And I’ve been thinkin’ about my doorbell
When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it
Yeah, I’ve been thinkin’ about the doorbell
When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it oh
I’ve been thinkin’ about the doorbell
When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it
Yeah, I been thinkin’ about the doorbell

Oh, well

They don’t seem to come around
Push the finger and make a sound
They don’t seem to come around
Maybe they they’ll knock ’em down

Oh, well

Make a sound and I’ll make you feel right
Right at home
Right at home

I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I been thinkin’ about my doorbell
And when you’re gonna ring it, when you’re gonna ring it

I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I’m thinkin’ about my doorbell

Oh, oh well


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mercoledì 14 febbraio 2007
ore 19:53 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")

Ci siamo rifatti a Twickenham
Disturbatori della psiche altrui con canzoni vecchie cantate in piccoli gruppi e col cazzo ke te ne liberi...Sappy! Solo suuuu rieducational channel.


Quiz: ke stadio è? (x alcuni potrebbe essere più facile)




song of the day: Staind - Could it Be


Well I don’t know what to say
Because there’s truth to what you say
I know it kills you I’m this way
There’s something different everyday

Could it be that I never had the chance to grow inside?
Could it be that my habit is to find a place to hide
Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree?
Could it be that I’m only being me?

Not easy living in my mind
A little peace is hard to find
My every thought is undermined
By all the history inside


I know I hear the words you said
Over and over again
I just can’t get them through my head
There’s just too many voices
Must be like living with the dead
Waiting for me to begin
To do the things that I have said
And for this I’m sorry

So there’s some truth to what you say


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sabato 10 febbraio 2007
ore 00:39 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")

E mi sa ke ci voleva...
Appena tornato dal primo allenamento...

Sensazione unica quella della fatica fisica ke si unisce allo sfogo fisico-mentale.

Ognuno ha i suoi modi x prendere tutte le paure,le rabbie e le debolezze e combatterle...

beh io vado su un campo da calcio, la sera, con il freddo, insieme alla Squadra (si con la S maiuscola), quella di tutta una vita, e corro,fatico,corro dietro ad un pallone, vivo la mia passione.

E quando le cose giran x il verso giusto la tranquillità arriva,magari x poco ma intanto c’è, e la voglia d fare fa un pò capolino.

Tutti hanno le proprie "debolezze": io nn riesco a fare a meno d prendere,nonostante io sia lontano,e appena possibile tornare dai compagni di squadra, dalla mia gente, ke ci segue e cmq ci vuole bene.

ora mi sento già meglio, sento ke si può solo migliorare...


si...questa è ancora in circolo: song of the day:

Nirvana - Sappy


And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He’ll keep you in a jar
And you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll give you breathing holes
And you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll cover you with grass
And you’ll think you’re happy now

You’re really in a laundry room
You’re really in a laundry room
The clue just came to you, oh

And if you cut yourself
You will think you’re happy
He’ll keep you in a jar
Then you’ll make him happy
He’ll give you breathing holes
Then you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll cover you with grass
Then you’ll think you’re happy now

You’re really in a laundry room
You’re really in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh

You’re really in a laundry room
You’re really in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh

And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He’ll keep you in a jar
Then you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You’ll wallow in his shit
Then you’ll think you’re happy now

You’re really in a laundry room
You’re really in a laundry room
You’re really in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh



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venerdì 9 febbraio 2007
ore 16:01 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")

pausa studio...
oh nn me la tolgo dalla testa da due giorni sta canzone...


And if you fool yourself
You will make him happy
He’ll keep you in a jar
Then you’ll think you’re happy
He’ll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You’ll wallow in his shit
Then you’ll think you’re happy now




ke faiga...

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venerdì 9 febbraio 2007
ore 14:05 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")

per prima cosa giocatevi sto video cazzo:

Nirvana - Sappy


bbene...ora mi do ai libri di cinema...attendiamo i responsi sui lavori già fatti...
fate finire questi fottuti esami in un modo o nell’altro perchè la rottura d palle sta raggiungendo livelli insostenibili!!!


e stasera si ricomincia allenamento...speriamo ke faccia il suo dovere.

la canzone del giorno è sicuramente questa:

The offpsring - Race Against Myself


(I realise)
All I want
All I need
Always lies just out of reach
I’ve been coming up empty

(I realise)
I ran as fast as I can run
I pushed as hard as anyone
But still there’s nothing for me

(And I want)
I’ve tried as hard as I can
(And I need)
I’ve taken all I can stand
(And I fall)
But I am running a race
Against myself
Against myself, yeah

(I realise)
Running out, struggle on
Am I sorrow as my song
My whole world is half parted

(I realise)
For my pain I have none
After all is said and done
Now I’m back where I started

(And I want)
I’ve gone as far as I can
(And I need)
I’ve taken all I can stand
(And I fall)
But I am running a race
Against myself
Against myself, yeah

(And I want)
I’ve tried as hard as I can
(And I need)
I’ve taken all I can stand
(And I fall)
But I am losing the race
Against myself
Against myself, yeah

Against myself





Ci si vede!!!

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giovedì 8 febbraio 2007
ore 17:04 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")

su giù
e rieccomi a casa...giusto una visita x ricordare a sta famiglia ke son ancor vivo

intanto auguri alla Rosa e alla Sampy!!!!!!!!

un paio d giorni in villeggiatura e poi si ritorna in pianura...

tanto x cambiare esami...in sto periodo è veramente una tonnara più ke un calendario esami...settimana proxima cinema e scrittura:all’attacco!!

anke se abbiamo perso la partita d calcetto serviva: sfogo fisico necessario




song of the day:


Redemption song - Bob Marley


Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the ’and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
’Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
’Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.

Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
’Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.



Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
’Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it’s just a part of it:
We’ve got to fulfil de book.
Won’t you help to sing
Dese songs of freedom? -
’Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom.


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martedì 6 febbraio 2007
ore 11:51 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")

sabato 3 febbraio 2007
ore 13:39 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")

TESTE DI CAZZO!!!



Un poliziotto di 38 anni è morto facendo il suo lavoro...allo stadio.
Ucciso da ki trasforma lo sport, la passione,il divertimento in violenza.
Amo lo sport in generale e il calcio in particolare praticamente da quando sono nato, e sogno di vivere d sport: nn concepisco come si possa trasformare una cosa così bella in un’occasione x esplodere la violenza. Il calcio è vita, non può diventare morte, non tra esseri umani.
Meglio fermare tutto:caos,soldi,pubblicità,contratti,televisioni. Torniamo a correre nei campetti dietro a palloni sgonfi, e ritroviamo il significato d gioco e divertimento.

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venerdì 2 febbraio 2007
ore 22:26 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")

1000! mila! ospiti...
è arrivato il numero 1000!

figurarsi se nn era un ospite...vabbè


cmq è un momento importante x questo blog ke tocca la quadrupla cifra...un grazie a tutti i visitatori passati e futuri...

song for 1000:



Just try to understand
This isn’t what I planned
This ride’s out of my hands
So now I’m forced to be something I cannot be
If only I could make you see


Tonight, I’m alive
I’ve watched you all grow up and so have I
Inside this isn’t really what I had in mind


no longer relate to this world of hate
It’s forced upon my plate
I tend to disagree, I hope it’s not just me
Alone if only I could make you see


Tonight, I’m alive
I’ve watched you all grow up and so have I
Inside this isn’t really what I had in mind


I had in mind



Tonight, I’m alive
I’ve watched you all grow up and so have I
Inside this isn’t really what I had in mind This time
I’ve watched you all grow up and so have I
Inside this isn’t really what I had in mind


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venerdì 2 febbraio 2007
ore 16:55 (categoria: "Vita Quotidiana")