Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Calvin Junior.
I can't stop laughing.

Monday, February 25, 2008

Today is MY birthday.
And, did you know?, I have these such amazing FRIENDS...

And it's wonderful.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Va bene tutto, eh!.
Ma forse l'Alzheimer per stasera l'abbiamo scampato.
Aka.
Mi è tornato in mente cosa ti volevo dire.

Close your eyes.
Do you have a tiny beauty mark on the eyelid of the right eye, isn't it?

Who knows if it is happy.
And who knows where it is going...

E cazzarola.
Comincio veramente ad invecchiare se mi dimentico i post che volevo fare esattamente 15 minuti dopo averli minuziosamente pensati.
In doppia lingua.

Niente. Bianco. Zero.
Non mi viene assolutamente in mente cosa accidenti volevo scrivere.
E non era riguardo la Convenzione di Ginevra del '49 o quella di Vienna '68.
Anche se ci sarebbe molto da dire.

Quindi?
Si spreca un post così?
Ma no, dai.

Con quel gilet stavi veramente DA DIO.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Calvin Chen ha rivelato, riguardo al San Valentino dell'anno passato: "quel giorno eravamo 10 persone fuori a cena per festeggiare. Solo che c'erano 4 coppie, più me ed un mio amico. Quindi i camerieri continuavano a guardarci malissimo. Ad un certo punto non ce l'abbiamo più fatta ed abbiamo detto al cameriere -Cosa c'è? Una coppia gay non può festeggiare S. Valentino? I gay non possono ordinare la cena speciale di San Valentino?- e abbiamo continuato tranquillamente a mangiare".

Vabbé.
Per oggi ti voglio bene.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

So.
W is my wittiness. I could say 8.
G is my aggressiveness (ma si dirà così?!): 10, for sure.
Ay is my attractiveness and Ah is yours: 2 and 10.
R is your "amount" of current relationship: mmmm... I dunno. Nothing like a girlfriend, I guess. But maybe a -cof cof- boyfriend? @@. Maybe 2 is correct.
So... (8+10+2*2)/(3*10)-2^2/20.
Equal.
0,53.

Not good.
AT ALL.
-_-

[BBC via VentNoir]

You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy,
When skies are gray.
You never know dear,
How much I love you.
So please don't take my sunshine away.

Spesi 100 euro per mandare un pacco che manco so se arriverà.
A ZUN.

E sono pure stata geniale, perché non AVENDOLI questi soldi da spendere, mi sono fatta regalare da mia nonna, per il mio compleanno, dei dvd che avevo già.
Facendoglieli pagare...
100 euro.

You are my sunshine,
My only sunshine.
You make me happy,
When skies are gray.
You never know dear,
How much I love you.
So please don't take my sunshine away.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Saturday, February 9, 2008

7.07 AM.
I wonder why the hell I can't sleep.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Scusa, ma adesso non ce la faccio proprio a postare in inglese.

Oggi ho rifiutato un lavoro da 4000 euro.
4000 euro per 40 giorni.
Pazza eh?
Abbastanza.
Ma vedi, l'importanza che nella mia vita ricopre l'essere coerente non può essere trascurata.
E mi sono ripetuta per due anni che è meglio un lavoro sottopagato che si ama piuttosto che un lavoro molto pagato che si detesta.
E, a costo di mangiare solo riso, voglio continuare a pensare che sia possibile.

Perché lo dico a te?
Ecco.
A questo proprio non so rispondere.
Forse perché non so se sai il valore che ha... mangiare.
Pagare la luce.
Litigare ad una riunione di condominio.
Boh.
Forse a litigare per la chiusura della canna della pattumiera non ti vedo molto.
Comunque.

Buon anno.

Anche se mi fai incazzare, anche se sei delicatino e anche se lì ci sono il carbone e la pala.

新年快樂.

Te lo scrivo anche in tradizionale.
Va' che brava che sono.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

E' sempre il tuo lavoro, ok?
Il carbone è sempre lì.
La pala anche.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Be happy with no regrets at all.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Alla fine ti ho scritto.
Cosa ci vuoi fare?
Sono fatta così.

"我不喜歡這種感覺"

You can't go on vacation of being famous, I guess.
You chose your job. You are a public figure.
And your job is about fame.
Basically -tadaaaan- your fame makes your money.

I know, you're right. It would be NIIIICE if the fans don't stalk you at home.
This people scares me. And I can't understand them at all.
But you can't prevent that this kind of fans exist, I'm afraid.
"You don't like this feeling".
I don't like waking up at 7 am for working.
So it would be NIIIICE if I can eat and pay my bills without doing this.
But I can't either, I think.

Someone said:

"There was a faith healer from Deale,
Who said, although pain isn't real,
If I sit on a pin and it punctures my skin,
I dislike what I fancy I feel!"

and this is your pin and your pain is actually real.
But that's the game.
And I think you're too smart to believe that all had happen to you came without a price.

THIS is the price.

However, i'm noone to say to you what I think.
I'm an almost 32 years old italian woman.
You, a 27 taiwanese man.
Why I should be so blunt with someone I don't even know?
Like you were one of my close friends or something.

But you aren't.
Neither I am.

(And my english sucks too much for this kind of speech)
(And, moreover, this conversation is completly unbalanced.)

Paola.

"Time is gonna take my mind
and carry it far away where I can fly
The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you
If I were to be alone silence would rock my tears
'cause it's all about love and I know better
How life is a waving feather

So I put my arms around you around you
And I know that I'll be leaving soon

My eyes are on you they're on you
And you see that I can't stop shaking
No, I won't step back but I'll look down to hide from your eyes
'cause what I feel is so sweet and I'm scared that even my own breath
Oh could burst it if it were a bubble
And I'd better dream if I have to struggle

So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me

I'm dancing in the room as if I was in the woods with you
No need for anything but music
Music's the reason why I know time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists
Time still exists

So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me
So I put my arms around you around you
And I hope that I will do no wrong
My eyes are on you they're on you
And I hope that you won't hurt me"

Some little roads in Tuscany.
With the green green grass and sunflowers and this so beautiful blue sky.
And a tiny restaurant in San Giminiano.
Venice in november.
Cold and foggy. In black and white, like an old postcard.
Walking walking walking around.
The snowing season in Asiago.
-20°C and the frosty windows outside.
Smell of wood and cinnamon inside.
And Milan in june.

So cheesy thing today, isn't it?

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Today I was thinking why the hell yesterday I was so angry with you.
I mean. I know exactly the reason why. But. WHY?
I'm an almost 32 years old italian woman. You, a 27 taiwanese man.
Why I should be so angry with someone I don't even know?
Like you were one of my close friends or something.
But you aren't.
Neither I am.

Maybe I'm crazy.
Ok.
Sure I am.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Today I'm really pissed off with you.
Not only with you. But also with you.
I'm pissed off also with this bitch life who prevent me to yelling at you like I would.
But I can't. I CAN'T.
It's completly unfair and unbalanced.

Ed è proprio quel genere di cose che io detesto, perché considero veramente che le persone a questo mondo siano tutte sullo stesso dannatissimo livello.

Yes, when I'm happy because of you, I'd like thanking you with all my heart.
But when I'm pissed off because of you, like right now, I must tell you why or I explode.
And the simply fact than I can't, frustrate me so much than I can't breath anymore.

THIS SITE is the only answer I know.
A silly solution. And it doesn't resolve anything at all.
Cause I'm here. But you don't.

HOWEVER.
What's about.
I know.

"There was a faith healer from Deale,
Who said, although pain isn't real,
If I sit on a pin and it punctures my skin,
I dislike what I fancy I feel!"

Your pin is more important than the spike in the ass of everybody else.
Fine.

Ma non ti avevano mica rapito gli alieni quando hai deciso di fare quello che fai di lavoro, no?
E sai, santodio, in mezzo alle macchine sportive, le donne che ti saltano sull'uccello e le case di moda che ti regalano i vestiti, un piccolo piccolissimo prezzo da pagare magari era anche prevedibile che ci fosse, che dici?

Simply you can't go on vacation of being famous.
And it is not a question of money, but only of fame.
But -tadaaaan- your fame makes your money.
So you can't say to people "today it's ok: you can love me and scream and buy all my stuff, but tomorrow doesn't. Except for the 'buy all my stuff' part, I mean".
Believe me. I hate this kind of people with all my heart.
Cause I don't understand them at all. But you can't prevent that this kind of fans exist.
Now you could say "perfect, but if I walk around and the people scream all the time, this is NOT part of my job".
Well. Not exactly. Like i said, you can't go on vacation of being famous.

Preferisci spalare carbone?

So I know it would be NIIIICE if the fans don't stalk you at home.
You're right.
But, well. It would be NIIIICE if I can eat and pay my bills without WAKING UP at 7 am for working.

E sarebbe anche carino se stessi in un paese dove il governo non cadesse ogni 5 minuti.

Ok. Ok. Your pin, my spike.
But...
I'm pissed off.
Cause I think you're too smart to believe that all this came without a price.

And THIS is the price.

Today I thought a lot if could be a reason for giving up to support you.
And there are. Many.
Not a simple choice. Not at all.
But a 'must'. For MYSELF.
If you say or do something racist.
If you say or do something homophobic.
If you say or do something wrong for what I think is my ethics.
And I can't accept it.

You can do whatever you want. W H A T E V E R.
But I can decide to give up on you as well.

However, my support is not important, isn't it, Calvin?
You're right.
I'm just a voice in the choir.
You're right.
I don't know YOU.

First at all.
My english sucks. That's a FACT.
You always write in chinese.
So don't complain if I'll write in italian sometimes.

Facciamocene una ragione.