Mai tarziu, la Unirii, dau de-un prieten cantaret (Zoli) care ma pupa si se bucura ca ma vede (si eu pe el) si care ma intreaba cum stau cu silueta. Adica ce? Sa mai slabesc? Pai da, vreo 3-4 kile. Poftim? Adica si tu? Adica nu m-am ingrasat deloc din primavara.... sunt tot la fel... Da' acum sunt grasa? Bah, deci ce-aveti cu mine? Ce naiba sa mai fac? Nu ajunge ca nu mananc decat o data pe zi? Ar trebui sa nu mananc deloc sau eventual o data la doua-trei zile... Oricum, daca nu va place, nu va uitati. Eu stiu ca-s grasa, dar nu cred ca pot slabi pocnind din degete. Inca nu apelez la metode drastice... mai am si eu putintica rabdare. O sa ies cu o punga pe cap pe strada, promit, numai lasa-ti-ma in pace. Daca nu aveti cum sa ma ajutati sa slabesc, atunci nu-mi mai spuneti nimic. Bine ca sunteti voi frumosi!

In alta ordine de idei, ca tot m-am enervat, trebuie sa trec la un subeict mult mai placut, in ideea in care s-a dat startul sarbatoririlor: La multi ani, Raducu! si La multi ani, Iulia! Cei doi sunt oameni foarte apropiati de sufeltul meu: el e "frate-mio" si ea e cea cu care impart casa. Deci sa-mi traiasca si sa fie fericiti si sanatosi ( ca restul vin de la sine). La multi ani si altora a caror zi de nastere a fost zilele astea si nu le-a spus nimeni sau nu le-au spus destui. Si, foarte important, pentru ca tot nu am apucat sa le dedic un post adevarat, trebuie sa le scriu si tatalui meu si fratelui "La Multi Ani"! Zilele lor de nastere au fost pe 24, respectiv pe 22 septembrie.

Pe de alta parte, voiam sa scriu postul asta despre altceva.. <Cum te imbraci... asa umbli pe strada!?> Deci, frate, cand le vad pe Pisi cu cizme pe ditamai soarele afara, mi se face rau. Adica mi se face rau la gandul ca alea trebuie sa fie foarte groase (desi nu neaparat) si combinate cu caldura de afara... iese... naspa. Bine, sunt si fete care au cizme de alea subtiri, de vara/toamna, ca sa zic asa, in care poti umbla si la o temperaura de vreo 20 de grade Celsius, insa cele mai multe sunt idioate (ma scuzati, fetelor) dar nu stiu cum isi inchipuie ele ca sunt mai cool cu alea imblanite in picioare. Jesus! Si eu port cizme toamna sau primavra, dar numai in cazul in care e foarte frig afara... Deci, inca nu are rost sa iesim din pantofi, botine, adidasi si eventual, sandale si balerini...

Si am mai descoperit niste piese faine... mai dati cate o tura si pe la "Muzica de-ti cad frunzele" si incantati-va urechile... Numai bine!

Designer Robert Nightingal has created the Hitch, a belt with three giant suction cups for you to hitch a free ride on anything.

Straight from the designer's mouth:

"For best results position yourself at traffic lights, railway stations or air hangers. Subtly wait for the opportune moment (which is precisely 7 seconds before the initial point of acceleration) and attach the product as firmly as possible to the host vehicle (a brief run up usually does the trick), paying attention to ground clearance for ones feet and enjoy the ride…"

Diário de Bridget Jones, II. Quem não simulou um microfone com as mãos e começou a cantar os versos acima assim que essa música aparece no filme, que atire a primeira pedra - e se alguém, por ventura, atirou alguma coisa vai levar de volta. É automático ter vontade de seguir o ritmo de Let's Get It On (os dedos até se juntam pra estalar e acompanhar a melodia).

E a culpa disso não é tanto por mérito do filme. Afinal, nem todo mundo acha bacana a história de uma solteirona que escreve as suas aventuras num diário, hoje em dia o pessoal tem blog né? A culpa é exclusiva de Marvin Gaye.

Absurdamente, Gaye é um dos artistas mais representativos de sua geração. Não satisfeito em ser um mártir na black music, Mister Gaye também desenvolveu uma cultura de soul harmoniosa, do tipo que acaricia os ouvidos ao passo que estimula movimentos no quadril. Sexual Healing pode estimular outros movimentos também é um senhor exemplo desse tal gingado; e ainda, de quebra, propiciou dois prêmios no Grammy (Melhor Perfomance R&B Masculina e Melhor R&B Instrumental) ao cantor.

Honey I know you'll be there to relieve me
The love you give to me will free me
If you don't know the things you're dealing
I can tell you, darling, that it's Sexual Healing

Contudo, Marvin Gaye não é referência apenas na técnica de 'sacudir pra lá e pra cá, e pegar várias garotinhas'. O cara é um mito quando o assunto é romantismo, com métodos mais avançados elaborados que os do conselheiro amoroso Hitch. Quem conhece apenas o Marvin de 'Sexo como Cura' se engana um bocado ao ouvir essa:

When a man loves a woman
He can't keep his mind on nothing else
He'll trade the world
For the good thing he's found

Tamanho talento fez de Marvin figura carimbada na Billboard. Era comum vê-lo nas primeiras posições do ranking musical americano. Nos anos 70, por conta do tremendo sucesso de What's Going On, Gaye assinou um contrato no montante de um milhão de dólares e tornou-se o artista mais bem pago de sua época.

A black music contemporânea tem cachês mais elevados, se comparados com o de Gaye. No entanto, não se fazem mais Marvin Gaye's como antigante.

Sunt pur si simplu fascinata de femeia asta, de ceea ce a facut si a scris mai apoi in cartea ei- "Mananca, roaga-te, iubeste ". Elizabeth Gilbert este colaboratoare a revistei GQ, editia americana; articolele ei au fost nominalizate de doua ori pentru National Magazine Award. A publicat articole in Harper's Bazaar si New York Times Magazine si povestiri in Esquire, Story, Paris Review. Ea locuieste in prezent, alternativ, la Philadelphia si in Brazilia.

(Italia) "Vindecarea sufletului meu a inceput intr-o cada de baie din New York, in timp ce citeam cu voce tare niste cuvinte italienesti dintr-un dictionar. Viata mea se pulverizase in mii de farame, ajunsesem sa nu ma mai pot recunoaste, eram in asa hal, incat n-as fi putut sa spun cine sunt nici macar daca m-as fi vazut in oglinda. (...) Acum exist mai mult decat existam cu cateva luni in urma. Voi parasi Italia fiind evident mai mare decat eram cand am venit. Si voi pleca cu speranta ca expansiunea unei persoane- amplificarea unei vieti- este o masura a valorii fiecaruia pe lumea asta. Chiar daca viata in cauza se intampla sa fie, de asta data, chiar a mea."

(India) "Ca mai toti umanoizii, si eu sunt apasata de ceea ce budistii numesc "minte de maimuta"- din cauza careia gandurile sar dintr-un madular in celalalt si se opresc doar ca sa se scarpine, sa scuipe si sa urle. Din trecutul indepartat si pana in viitorul misterios, mintea mea rataceste libera prin timp, gandeste zeci de idei pe minut si e imposibil de imblanzit si disciplinat. (...) Pana la urma, suntem toti ceea ce gandim. Emotiile sunt sclavele gandurilor noastre si noi suntem sclavii emotiilor. Cealalta problema pe care o genereaza constantele hoinareli ale mintii e faptul ca ajungi sa nu fii niciodata cu adevarat acolo unde esti. Faci mereu sapaturi in trecut sau cercetezi curios viitorul, dar ti se intampla foarte rar sa zabovesti in prezent."

"Instructiuni pentru libertate:

1. Metaforele vietii sunt instructiuni de la Dumnezeu.

2. Tocmai ai urcat pe acoperis, si chiar mai sus de el. Nu exista nimic intre tine si Infinit. Acum, lasa totul in urma.

3. Ziua e pe sfarsite. E momentul in care ceva care a fost frumos se transforma in altceva, la fel de frumos. Acum, lasa totul in urma.

4. Dorinta ta de incheiere a fost o rugaciune. Faptul ca te afli aici a fost raspunsul lui Dumnezeu. Lasa totul in urma, uite-te la stelele care rasar - si pe cer, si inauntrul tau.

5. Din toata inima ta, roaga-te pntru har. Si lasa totul in urma.

6. Din toata inima ta, iarta-l, iarta-te si pe tine. Si lasa-l in urma.

7. Propune-ti sa te eliberezi de suferinte inutile. Apoi, lasa totul in urma.

8. Observa cum arsita zilei se transforma in racoarea noptii. Lasa totul in urma.

9. Cand toata karma unei relatii s-a consumat, RAMANE DOAR DRAGOSTEA. De ea nu trebuie sa te temi. Lasa totul in urma.

10. Cand, in sfarsit, trecutul ti-a devenit trecut, lasa totul in urma. Apoi coboara de-aici si incepe sa-ti traiesti restul vietii. Cu bucurie adevarata."

"Eram intinsa undeva sus, deasupra intregii lumi, complet singura. Am inceput sa meditez, in speranta ca mi se va arata ce trebuie sa fac. Nu stiu cate ore sau minute au trecut pana am aflat. Mi-am dat seama ca luasem intreaga problema mult prea ad litteram. (...) M-am gandit la cati oameni isi pierd fratii, prietenii, copiii, iubitii, inainte de a le putea oferi atat de pretioasele cuvinte de indulgenta si de iertare. Cum pot supravietuitorii relatiilor incheiate brusc sa indure durerea lucrurilor pe care nu au apucat sa le spuna? Din locul acela de meditatie, am reusit sa gasesc rasounsul: poti incheia tu insuti lucrurile neincheiate, poti face asta inauntrul tau. Nu e doat un lucru posibil, e un lucru esential."

Mai am de citit cateva pagini bune. Sunt prin Indonezia acum, in Bali. Abia astept finalul. :D

I gave it a shot from amsterdam to hilversum (a smallish town half way between Amsterdam & Utrecht), took me all of 5 minutes waiting to get a ride, so i have to agree with these guys as to how good it is. Hitching in australia is a much different experience though, i guess because we have soo much space between our cities it can easily be considered alot dodgier way to travel, but still, hitchwiki still has some information on hitching in australia.

Sometimes I even wish I could be Hitch. Who wouldn't want a job where they teach men how to "woo" the ladies all day long (talk about job security)?

There's always been something in me that's enjoyed hooking people up. As middle school as all this sounds, I have introduced a few people to each other and they've been dating for a while now or are in a very serious relationship. Apparently I am on the girls' side by enjoying playing the matchmaker. But it's also very humbling to have some guy friends come to me asking what to do in situations or to give for a birthday or something. I try not to tell them what to do, but let them think on their own. It's that whole "catch a fish for a man and he has one meal; teach a man to fish and he has infinite meals" thing (it goes something like that...).

It's too bad that I couldn't be a "Love Doctor" and bring out the romance in every guy for every lady...I think I'd do a decent job. I believe it would be a rewarding and enjoyable job.

Maybe someday...if the whole church thing doesn't work out...

Here is a photo of the hitch tube. The hitch tube is simply a small plastic tube that has a hole in the side of it instead of at the top so the leader goes into the side of the tube. That way the tube skids on the surface creating a V pattern behind it. This pattern apparently makes the salmon (well not just salmon) go crazy and jump on it. Well not always jump on it but alot of times simply follow it. In my personal experience if never seen a pool come alive like when someone is casting a hitch tube over it, the salmon very often start jumping like crazy.

Being on the bank of a nice salmon river by a beautiful pool and you cast the hitch tube is simply wonderful. For starters it is lightweight and small so it's a treat to cast but when it hits the water and starts skidding across the surface creating that V pattern, thats simply beautiful and you could easily lose yourself just watching it... Then out of nowhere a salmon breaks the surface and slams your tube. In my mind thats salmon fishing in a nutshell and the reason I keep coming back for more. I've caught both salmon and sea trout on the hitch and I've heard about both brown trout and char caught on the hitch so try it next time you go salmon fishing.

Use a slightly shorter leader than you would normally perhaps 8,5 - 9 foot long and hold your rod tip high so that the tube skids the surface. use your free hand to speed up or slow down the tube depending on the speed of the current. It can not go to fast because then it will start to spray and it can not go to slow cause then it will drown. For more info on the hitch read this article.

Despre altceva voia sa scrie neuronul meu. Ma uit mai devreme, pur intamplator, pe vreo 2 conturi de Servus Cinci. Vai, si ma doare mintea si acum! Nu zic de oamenii aia care au poze normale, dragute, cu ei si cu prieteni de-ai lor. Zic de tampitii aia care-si pun cele mai jmekere poze pe care le au, in principiu astea care sunt facute special ca sa ajunga pe hi5 ("hai, acum facem poza de aia sa o punem pe hi5!!!") Poze de alea cu el si ea bot in bot- hai lasa-ma, ca nu cred ca vrea sa va vada toata lumea cum va lingeti voi sau ce afectuosi sunteti unu' cu altu', scarbosilor! Mai aveti un pic si va puneti poze din timpul actului sexual, sa fie lumea sigura ca v-o si trageti, nu numai ca va pupati.

Mai sunt si aia care au numai poze cu masini, poze facute in speta cu telefonul mobil, ca n-avem camera, e prea complicat ("Oare cum pornesti blitzu?") Si mai sunt si de aia pe care-i chinuie talentul rau de tot si isi photoshopeaza pozele; de fapt, si le prelucreaza care pe unde poate, ca photoshop-ul e mult prea complicat pentru ei. Si apar poze cu soare, cu luna, cu stele... si mai zici ca nu-s cu capul in nori!

Mai, n-am nimic cu oamenii care au cont pe hi5, ca poate si pe mine ma injura multi ca am blog. Am avut si eu cont pe hi5, ca sa stiu cu ce se mananca. Da' l-am sters la scurt timp dupa aparitie ca ma exaspera. Chiar nu aveam nevoie sa-mi spuna toti scarbosii ca sunt "buna" si ca ce picioare am si ca ce aia si ce ailalta. Nu, mersi. Si nici nu am nevoie sa-mi validez statutul prin poze cu iubitul sau mai stiu eu cu cine. Ca nu mi-s buricul Pamantului si nu se invarte lumea in jurul meu (inca...); nici macar motiv de barfa nu vreau sa fiu: "ai vazut-o pe aia cu cine a mai umblat? Da ai vazut ce rochie naspa avea pe ea? Uite unde a fost asta in vacanta, prapadita!"  Si nici nu trebuie sa-mi pun o garmada de poze cu mine. Da' pentru ce? Ca daca am prieteni care nu ma vad o perioada lunga de timp le trimit poze cu mine pe mail. Si de bine, de rau, am mai pus si pe blog cate o poza, sa ma vada lumea ca sunt tot asa, intreaga; tot doua maini si doua picioare am. Si la ce sa-mi fac cont? Sa fiu ca Pitzi? Sa imi pun poze cu ochelari de soare pe nas si buze incordate? Sa-mi afisez hainele de marca, sa moara dusmanii? Sa ma laud ca eu ma dau in barci cu unu' si altu', cu vreuna si cu alta? La ce bun toate astea?

Dragii mei, reveniti-va si daca tot aveti conturi pe Hi 5 cinci :P puneti-va poze omenesti. Sau mai bine nu mai pierdeti vremea cu lucratul pozelor si nu va mai dati mari cu cine sunteti si ce aveti, ca s-ar putea intampla sa vi se stearga brusc contul intr-o zi si sa ramaneti cu nimic! Puneti mana pe cate o carte sau macar o revista si lasati populatia sa traiasca linistita. Ca uite, poate vine Apocalipsa (dupa unii) si peste 4 ani nu vom mai fi... Repet, nu am nimic cu cei care au cont pe hi5 si posteaza poze normale, cu cei care evident, nu fac un altar pe hi 5 unora si altora si la fel de bine nu am nimic cu cei care lasa comentarii omenesti si nu de tipul "Esti buna rau, fataaa..." Va rog, vreau sa mananc si eu ceva azi :)

Ah, si daca vreti sa va documentati cu privire la Experiment, intrati aici: http://www.urbaniulian.ro/2008/09/09/experimentul-cern-iata-cum-se-va-forma-gaura-neagra-miercuri-10092009/

Cerbul de aur 2008 a fost asteptat de multi, mai putin de brasovenii din Piata Sfatului, care sunt terorizati de zgomot si vanzoleala. Dar a fost extrem de frumos, desi unii dintre noi au lucrat de luni pana ieri (6.09.08) de la 9 dimineata pana noaptea, dupa festival, cu pauza de masa de o ora, care se intampla sa fie ratata din cauza unor filmari amanate sau avansate in timp. Ne-am distrat, chiar daca am muncit de ne-au sarit capacele pentru o audienta modesta, care nu s-a deranjat foarte tare sa se uite la televizor inainte de ora 8 seara.

Cerbul de Aur a fost castigat de Razvan Krivach, Cerbul de Argint a fost luat in Suedia de catre blonzii de la Biondo (asa au facut si la Eurovision, tot locul al doilea), iar Cerbul de Bronz a fost lasat tot in Romania la Toni Poptamas& Desperado. Au mai fost acordate doua premii: premiul special al publicului- Annamari Dancs iar premiul special al juriului a fost luat de catre 3nity, tripletii din Franta.

A fost o experienta unica pentru mine pana acum, dar asta e doar inceputul ;) Brasovul e, in continuare, extrem de frumos, incat ma face sa ma gandesc la posibilitatea stabilirii mele acolo,la un moment dat, dar indepartat, din viata mea. O saptamana nu am avut cum sa ma uit la televizor, dar am fost la televizor, iar laptopul mi l-am carat degeaba, ca numa timp sa stau pe mess nu am avut :)) Oricum, totul a meritat, in special pentru ca m-am ales cu o caricatura semnata Stefan Popa Popas de toata frumusetea ( Rembrandt e minciuna, cu Picasso mai discutam :P ) Cand o scot la licitatie va anunt. Pana una alta, vacanta mea s-a terminat de ceva vreme, acum mai am putin asa, cateva zile date cu tzaraita pentru odihna si rezolvat pobleme inainte sa ma intorc la Bucuresti. Va marturisesc ca am plans atunci cand a cantat Angela Similea- Sa mori de dragoste ranita, si ca mi-au mai dat lacrimile de cateva ori, pe cand cantau Banica junioru' si concurentii piese care m-au impresionat de-a lungul timpului; iar cand au avut recitalul cei de la Simply Red visam, ca si cand eram acolo, dar zburam pe alta lume in timpul pieselor "I'm not over you', "Sunrise", "Stars" si altele. Ruslana a facut un show incendiar, intitulat "Wild Energy", de ne minunam cu totii cum poate femeia aia sa danseze si sa cante in halul ala de bine atat de mult timp. Brenciu a avut un show modest, dar voce fermecatoare, iar la Iris nici nu am vrut sa stau din varii motive. Gagicuta din Spania, Natalia Rodriguez a fost tare simpatica si draguta la interviu, iar pe scena sexoasa rau, chiar daca spectacolul organizat a lasat putin de dorit. Toate puse una peste alta si tragand linie, Cerbul de Aur de anul acesta a fost "fain" tare! Mai sunt inca doua seri: asta, pe care am ratat-o, cu muzica populara si maine seara, lautareasca; pentru mine s-a terminat de ieri. Spor la treaba celor care inca mai muncesc! Pana una alta, va las cu inceputul festivaluli, "coperta" Cerbului de Aur.

More unsettling is the action spectacular where this same sense of entitlement pervades. Instead of getting a thrill of vicariously consuming, movies like Wanted, Déjà Vu, and Bad Boys 2 are all about the vicarious thrill of wasting things (and people). Because Will Smith is chasing the baddies, he is entitled to trash city centers, torture people, and destroy impoverished third-world shantytowns with a Hummer (if you can think of a better metaphor for the Bush administration, tell me). Both trends represent the worst stereotypes of Americans – thoughtlessly wasteful, thoughtlessly violent, shallow, and spoiled.

There is a counter-current roiling against this trend. Movies like Children of Men*, Idiocracy, Wall-E and books like The Road and Parable of the Sower detail the aftermath of pursuing this American dream. The environment is wrecked beyond repair. The underpinnings of civilization are atrophying away. And in some cases, the fate of humanity itself is in question. The delirious party of waste and consumption is long gone and those remaining have clean up the mess.

All of these works are in the sci-fi genre, but there’s one work more that I’d include that shares these elements. The Wire, hailed as the best show ever on TV, is sprawling narrative about a city, Baltimore, struggling under the weight of failing schools, funding cuts from the government, and rising crime. The show very vividly and very accurately details a dystopic world where the underpinnings of civilization have atrophied away and where every day citizens are forced to live in a world of random violence, police brutality and utter hopelessness. A less exaggerated version of the world found in Parable of the Sower, The Road, and Children of Men. It’s a far cry from the luxury of a world like Sex and the City, yet it exists right along side of it. The underclass neighbors are its shadow. This isn’t necessarily a cheap Marxist screed against class, either. We as Americans chose to create this world. By picking leaders who favored tax cuts for the rich, cutting benefits on the poor, the corporatization of government, and an outsourcing of blue-collar jobs, we, like the characters of Idiocracy and the humans of Wall-E have through our short-term greed and idiocy fashioned a world like the nightmares of our movies.

*I know that Children of Men is a movie set in Britain. But it's themes perfectly fit within an American context. It's also a really freakin' good movie.

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cosa è il rapport ?

COMMONALITIES

Semplicemente quando troviamo qualcosa in comune con una persona l'inconscio le comunicherà che siamo simili a lei e inevitabilmente la ragazza in questione si sentirà più sicura e tranquilla:
facciamo qualche esempio:

il tifo : tifate lo stesso atleta o la stessa squadra
amici: avete amici in comune
vacanze: andate negli stessi posti a passare le vacanze
scuola: avete fatto lo stesso tipo di studi o addirittura siete stati alla stessa scuola...
ogni cosa che avete in comune crea rapport

NAME!

è si ragazzi i nomi , i nomi sono uno degli strumenti più potenti per creare rapport...
1) non scordate mai il nome della ragazza
2) quando vi siete presentati usate il suo nome prima di formulare ogni domanda e prima di rispondere ...
3)se ci riuscite scovate dei nomi segreti! per esempio il nome del suo cane , del suo gatto del suo fratellino piccolo o se è sposata di suo figlio...(del marito non ci interessa  )
e una volta che vi ha dato il suo cell quando la richiamate chiedetele come sta lei e come sta il tenero Bobby ...
la ragazza penserà questo ragazzo non è uno sconosciuto!!!

BOUNCE (rapport e comfort)

in + luoghi riuscite ad andare con la hb e più si instaurerà un altissimo livello di fiducia !!!

MICROCALIBRAZIONE

cosa è la microcalibrazione della pnl?
senza andare ad analizzare visivi auditivi e cinestetici ogni uomo ha delle sue caratteristiche nell'esprimersi e noi da bravi comunicatori dobbiamo microcalibrarci su questo...

ovvero se la hb in questione usa spesso la parola genuino noi dobbiamo rispecchiare e utilizzare anche noi quella parola insieme a tutte le altre espressioni che usa.... nel dettaglio ...

SU COSA POSSIAMO MICROCALIBRARCI ?

1) sulla velocità nel parlare se siamo in un colloquio di lavoro e il possibile datore parla in modo lentissimo dobbiamo rispecchiare e parlare a nostra volta lentamente ...

2) le parole e le espressioni che usa! se la ragazza divertita dice: "oh Gesù" !
noi lo stesso quando lei dirà qualcosa di simpatico rispecchieremo con: "oh Gesù "

3) come ride! se la ragazza ride iiiiii o se ride uuuuuu a seconda dobbiamo ridere come lei !

4) si può rispecchiare un gesto compulsivo magari la hb in questione si tocca

MIRRORING E MATCHING

il mirroring e il matching fanno parte della microcalibrazione

il mirroring sta nel mettersi frontalmente alla ragazza e rispecchiare ogni suo gesto a mo di specchio : se lei ride noi ridiamo , se alza il braccio destro noi a specchi alziamo quello sinistro ....il concetto è questo dobbiamo fare tutto quello che farebbe uno specchio!!!!

il matching sta nel mettersi lateralmente e diventare una copia esatta della ragazza se lei si gratta la testa con la mano destra voi dovete fare lo stesso dovete fare la copia ....mi raccomando in posizione laterale questa volta ...per info maggiori cercate su google

STYLE

ragazzi è ovvio che le zecche vanno con le zecche, i coatti con le coatte, i pariolini con i pariolini , il simile va col simile quindi molti dicono che a seconda della donna che ci piace ci dovremmo vestire di conseguenza!!!
io qui non sono d'accordo perché se mi vesto in un modo in cui non sono a mio agio trasmetto un energia non tranquilla come sempre!!!;) (ma questo è un mio parere)

RAPPORT BY CHANCE

se incontrate una amica che non vedete da anni per caso per strada immediatamente si instaura un rapport potentissimo chiamato rapport by chance....

se scoprite che la ragazza odia per esempio Tiziano Ferro o i laziali o un'attrice non tenetevi e iniziate a insultare  insieme a lei sotto a chi tocca si verrà a creare un empatia straordinaria !!!!

enjoy

Grazie Hitch ;)

No inventes, no engañes, no robes ni bebas; Pero si inventas, inventate un mundo mejor; Si engañas, engañale a la muerte; Si robas, robate un corazón y si bebes, bebete los mejores momentos de tu vida.

[Visto en: Hitch, especialista en ligues]

.... wallspawn

I am mesmerized by love.  

Is love a reaction to some soft skin? Or is love just the realization that the person you're with cares enough about you to stick around and provide for you?  And most importantly, is love all you need?  I suppose you can live by that when you're a teenager and everything else you need is provided for you by your parents.  Love can be as exciting as you want it to be because the security comes from a different area of your life.  But I wonder, what can love not overcome?  Death?  Dukes and contracts?  The maharajah and all his wealth?

I find myself conducting experiments to see how far I can push the love I receive, to test its righteousness, its faithfulness.  Is there a breaking point to true love? And does one fall into true love in that movie-like way?  I wish every single one of my dates involved blonde bimbos trying to get my prom king, a battle with cancer, or a romantic moment in the middle of starlit road, but I've slowly become accustomed to Lord of the Ring and Jason Bourne marathons.

In truth, I do want the quintessential romantic relationship.  I want to be kissed in the rain and I want Hitch to send me a package with a walkie talkie in it rather than calling.  I just don't have the gumption to look for that guy, or to wait around long enough for him to find me.  Or maybe I don't give my guy enough credit.  Our love could certainly nourish the jejune and bring enlightenment to many.  But, at my age, I find myself constantly debating whether this is it or if I could be available for my Mr. Right to plop down next to me in a doctor's office and ask me if I'm the girl who played the retarded football player in a movie once.  Or if I'll end up marrying one adorable but bland boy when another is at my door, faking Christmas carols to trick the husband upstairs as he shows me a poster board that states, "To me, you are perfect."  Or am I too intoxicated by these movie moments to realize that love actually is much more simple?

My favorite idea of love came from the gentleman who plays Silent Bob.  He said he'd find love in an Iris.  It's a film term; a technique used to show an image in only one small, round area of the screen.  An Iris-In moves inward from all sides to leave only a small image on the screen, i.e. the love of my life.  I'd be walking down the sidewalk and suddenly, my eye, mind, soul, etc. would zero in on one person.  And all in the world would be set right.

I want to say I love him.  My boyfriend, of course.  I pretend my kisses speak for me as I gently graze his cheek, his nose, his ear.  My heart beating the mantra I'm chanting in my head: I love you, I love you, I love.  

And is it better to be loved or to love?  I've been in three relationships before this one, all lasting under a year.  Each of them have professed their love for me.  As far as I know, I have been loved.  However, I'm skeptical as to whether or not I have given true love in return.  My relationship usually ends after those three words are dropped at the doorstep of my heart.  I shut down, spinning inward and avoiding all confrontation.  But now, I embrace my own struggle with loving someone; I cherish it.  My life is no longer just about me.  I cannot wait for the day when my love and my lover's love fall into sync with one another, humming the tune to our heartbeats: I love you, I love you, I love.

I am discovering the strength of my love and look forward to the expansion that will surely come.  I'm not quite ready to allow the mystery of love and its definition in my life to be fully exposed, so I will love to the best of my ability and hope for love in return.

Fondly,

M

Well what i saw of it is anyway. We stayed with Kat in an area of town called Stokes Croft and spent most of the time walking around the area or sitting and chatting with people in the house. I really liked the area. There is a small group trying to build a community through different initiatives and the one that i found most interesting was through the use of graffiti. They have a website that would be good to check out. There is a very good bit at the bottom where they have listed places to be painted. Here's the page: http://www.prsc.org.uk/

Possibly my favourite part of it was a tunnel which they had painted white in the hope that it would be painted by graffiti artists. it was and it looks great.

Hitching out of Bristol was easy enough and we got to Oxford by early afternoon with little problems. We walked to Ians place and put our bags down, had tea and a pee. After a chat we head for food in a vegan pub which actually has really good food and a pretty good selection. Even i ate stuff there.

the next day we went walking around all the colleges of the university and i was aazed by the scale of one of them. We  went through an archway into a small quad and then suddenly we are in a woods walking through meadows by a creek and we have the world behind us. It is a sanctuary and i can understand why people do so well there. they have time and space to reflect on everything. It was the setting for many a great story such as alice in wonderland and harry potter and you can instantly understand why.

In the morning when we were to hitch to London it was raining and I made a rational argument for why we should get the bus. so we did.  a short hour later, with more reading of mills and boon, and we arrived in London. We were to stay in London with Aisling and Ciara but we couldn't go to theirs til later so we wandered around in the general direction of the Critical Mass which was starting by the river.

The rest of my time in London has morphed into one very long day and as such I don't know which day things actually happened but in no general order we watched the final of the European Championships in Camden with a Brazilian guy, we visited the gardening museum which happened to be closed on Mondays, we found a tunnel by Waterloo covered in graffiti done by Banksy and other famous people I have never heard of, went for a walk across the whole of London at night, waved at strangers while sitting by the road at night, finished the mills and boon book, sat on a bench in Clapham Common a few times and met Bill and few other 16y/o looking guys on MDMA looking for a hug. We gave them one. I enjoyed London this time. Other times i have felt like an ant but this time I met some people and wasn't over awed by the size of the place.

The final night in London was a strange one as I knew that I was about to lose my constant travel companion who had been with me for the past month. It was strange. We had grown close and I didn't know how i would cope with the sudden loss of a part of me. That night we played scrabble, chatted, drank tea, went for a walk
and packed before we fell asleep for a couple hours each. in the morning we had to leave at 6 to each get our buses to where we were going. Me back to Aberdeen and she onto France and beyond. For some reason there was an onion cutting stall just beside where we were sitting. Who would put it there? It made no sense at all but that is how it was and we parted ways with a hug and the knowledge we would one day cross paths again.

I boarded my bus and sat in anticipation for the long journey home (on my own).

So, I'm lying on the ferry, having a revelation and then I have to get up and start asking random strangers for a lift to wherever we are going.

Where were we going?

Borth.......yes I know, I had never heard of it before either. But that is where we would call home for a couple of nights. We started walking around talking to people asking them all where they were going, always getting strange looks and blunt answers in return. That is until we came across a nice old lady who asked me where I was going. I thought she was hitting on me so I replied with 'anywhere you want, baby'. She was old, she didn't hear me. Probably for the best.

She said they were going to Shrewsbury or somewhere but would be able to give us a lift on the way. We said fantastic and tried to figure out how to get our bags from the passenger bus to their vehicle before they left. It turned out to be a lot easier than we had thought it would be. Then came the surprise of the trip thus far.

It transpired that it was actually a bus load of old people we were getting a lift with. It was one of these old people tours that we were getting a lift. the only two seats left on the bus were not beside each other and i sat down the very back in the middle. On my right were a couple of old men, one nearing his 96th birthday and still had a good laugh and on the other side was a younger couple (by comparison) for whom it was their first trip.

In front of me lay a sea of grey hair and the gentle rustling of pre packed lunches emerging from bags. Going slowly down Welsh country roads I let this image settle in so I could savour it in the future. When we were let off the bus and I walked from the back to the doors, every row of elderly people said goodbye individually and it was as if a wave of elderly goodbyes were wishing us well. We had made their ride back a little more interesting and they had given us a lift most of the way. Aren't symbiotic relationships great?

Getting the rest of the way to Borth was simple enough and only took us a few lifts. when we arrived I realised that it was a seaside village, the best type of villages in my opinion. We went for a gander at the beach and dipped our toes before we walked down the main (and only) street towards where we would be staying.

Our time in Borth was nice and relaxed and though we didn't do much we had a great time. Cath, who we were staying with, was lovely and was great for a chat and there was always tea on offer. While we were staying there, there was also a group of about 8 staying with one of Cath's flatmate and they all seemed to be into tantra. Strange but they could give good massages.

We went on a tea pub crawl of the town, visiting every pub along the way, all four. We also found a mills and boon book which we began to read and I have to admit was more captivating than I had expected. It was called 'The Perfect Divorce' but the story didn't really interest me that much. I just wanted to see the sex scene really. It was a disappointment. But Borth sure wasn't.

We decided to leave early on the Monday morning, catching a lift with one of the tantric fellows to just outside of Cardiff. We decided we would go there for lunch. We got let off by a park and had a sit for a while. We cut our nails.

On the way out of the city we got a bus to the outskirts and had to walk to where we thought there would be a good spot. We then played the waiting game. We lost. We started walking to find a better spot but none was forthcoming. We ended up standing by a roundabout demoralised. At one stage a car kept driving around the round about shouting at us. not nice people. But we were standing by a construction site and one of the builders said he would give us a lift to Bristol if we were still there when he got off. We were still there. He gave us a lift. I contacted Kat whom I was going to be staying with after I had been to Oxford and she said we could stay that night. With that sorted we could relax and try to make the most of every second.

We read more mills and boon and headed to Kats.

Basic Principles - no woman wakes up saying "God, I hope I don't get swept off my feet today!" Now, she might say "This is a really bad time for me," or something like "I just need some space," or my personal favorite "I'm really into my career right now." You believe that? Neither does she. You know why? 'Cause she's lying to you, that's why. You understand me? Lying! It's not a bad time for her. She doesn't need any space. And she may be into her career, but what she's really saying is "Uh, get away from me now," or possibly "Try harder, stupid," but which one is it? 60% of all human communication is nonverbal, body language; 30% is your tone, so that means 90% of what you're saying ain't coming out of your mouth. Of course she's going to lie to you! She's a nice person! She doesn't want to hurt your feelings! What else she going to say? She doesn't even know you... yet. Luckily, the fact is that just like the rest of us, even a beautiful woman doesn't know what she wants until she sees it, and that's where I come in. My job is to open her eyes. Basic Principles - no matter what, no matter when, no matter who... any man has a chance to sweep any woman off her feet; he just needs the right broom.

(ah, btw, e tot filmul şi pe youtube, part 1, part 2 şi tot aşa, până la part 12 care e şi finală. eu l-am văzut de două ori, pentru că-s gemeni :P )

Viata iti ofera o gramada de lucuri la care te astepti; lucruri pentru care ai muncit din rasputeri si acum observi rezultatele. Si viata mea a facut parte din aceasta categorie. Insa, de o vreme incoace, viata mea a deschis ochii, de fapt i-a intrecrapat un pic, asa incat ajunge sa vada ca nu mai e destul numai sa ma lupt pentru ceea ce vreau, sa visez si sa sper, incercand sa fac din mine un om mai bun si asa, sa ajut la cladirea unei societati mai bune. Nu, acum trebuie mai mult, iar mai multul asta imi da viata peste cap cu totul. Adica, dom'le, de ce are nevoie o fata ca mine ca sa reuseasca? Ce sa mai faca si cum? Probabil ca raspunsul la intrebarea asta o sa-mi apara ca o revelatie, intr-o dimineata, in timp ce-mi fac loc in metrou. Sau poate ca o sa-mi apara intr-una dintre excursiile la care visez demult, intinsa pe o plaja, la soare si in semiumbra, langa un ocean sau o mare extrem de albastra. Sau poate ca nu ma va lovi niciodata.

De asta mi-as lua o vacanta, asa, cam de-un an. Dar as risca prea multe, inclusiv ultimul an de facultate. Eu n-am prea fost tipul ala de persoana care sa stea sa inghita ceva pana la refuz chiar daca nu-i place deloc. La naiba, nici in Canada n-am ramas, de fiecare data cand m-am dus, nici chiar la insistentele bunului meu tata. Nu, am facut asa cum am vrut si independenta mea a razbit. Insa acum nu cred ca mai pot.

Viata iti ofera, de asemenea, si o gramada de lucruri la care nu te astepti. Dar deloc! Asa ca, decat sa-mi pierd vremea facand planuri pentru viitor si incercand sa invat din greselile trecutului, ar fi mai bine sa incerc sa-mi traiesc prezentul. Asa cum e el. E ca si cand ma imaginez peste vreo 2-3-10 ani la casa mea si cu o familie fericita, desi mica, in loc sa ma bucur acum de dragostea alor mei, de tineretea mea, de plimbarile dese si stresante dintre localitatile prin care-mi fac veacul.

Asa ca, cel mai simplu si mai corect pentru mine in momentul de fata ar fi sa stau si sa astept, sa fiu egoista cu privire la asteptarile altora din partea mea, sa ma multumesc deocamdata cu ce am si sa nu mai vreau nimic. Pentru ca am obosit. Am obosit si sa vreau, si sa sper, si sa cred ca pot sa fac singura totul acum. M-am exploatat, de fapt, mi-am exploatat mintea asa cum incercam toti sa ne exploatam computerul care spune ca e blocat de virusi si nu mai merge, dar noi incercam disperati sa-i dam restart, in ideea in care poate da Domnu' si se repara de la sine; intr-un final, clacheaza si-ti trebuie altul. Si mie imi trebuie o alta Alexandra. Mai noua si mai proaspata, pregatita sa infrunte iarasi greutatile si piedicile vietii, una care sa mai aiba timp inca 20 de ani sa fie pura si inocenta si ca sa-si pastreze optimismul curat. Alexandra asta e putin obosita acum si o asteapta un an foarte greu din punct de vedere emotional. Va trebui sa faca alegeri importante pentru ea si se pare ca inca nu e pregatita; va trebui sa-si dea seama pentru a nu stiu cata oara ca unele lucruri nu sunt bune pentru ea si ca va trebui sa renunte la ele. Dar nu acum. Inca se mai zbate un pic si mai trage de ea, pentru ca in curand cei 20 de ani se vor transforma intr-unul singur: 1 an, cand va reinvata sa mearga si cand va redescoperi abecedarul, cand se va renaste o noua speranta si dorinta arzatoare de a iubi si de a trai din nou cu motoarele pornite la maxim. Sunt un fel de Titanic acum, care incearca sa se mai mentina plutind pana ar veni alt vapor sa-i salveze pasagerii; sunt un fel de Pamant care se lupla cu incalzirea globala; sunt un fel de zapada de pe crestele muntilor care ar vrea sa nu se topeasca la venirea verii...

Voi incerca sa urmez exemplul eroinei mele din "Eat, Pray, Love". Voi incerca sa ma regasesc prin lucrurile marunte, dar extrem de importante ale vietii. Si voi citi in continuare numai ca sa nu mai gandesc, sa ma pierd in poveste si sa nu-mi mai las gandurile sa-mi acapareze mintea-ntreaga. Respir!