September.

It has just arrived, again: the month which closes something usually funny, sunny, free. As for me, September often closes something sunny free. Last year it was quiet

First impressions about The Tudors

Jonathan Rhys-Meyers as Henry VIII

1) The movie is nothing special until now (Italian TV has just broadcasted the first episode of the first season). It started getting more interesting at the end of the episode, though.

2) The costumes are WONDERFUL, I want them, I want to dress like Henry VIII!! They’re FANTASTICOSI MOZZAFIATANTI!!

3) Objectively, the actual plot is deliberately filled with a lot of fan-service.

4) But, honestly, he should be enough to watch it. Jonathan Rhys-Meyers is wonderful. The youth and beauty in person. They always shoot nude scenes so we can admire his majestic eyes, lips and breast. You could come at each scene. For example when Mary Boleyn gets him a hot, hot blowjob *_* That is what they call “a Clinton”! For Rhys-Meyers, and maybe for him only, you ought to watch The Tudors.

Just answer this?

Alcuni amici mi hanno chiesto di mettere questo test… di solito sono più serioso ma per una volta trasgredirò * I’ve been asked to put this test by some friends… usually I’m more serious but I’ll transgress for once XD

1. Chi sei? * Who are you?
2. Siamo amici? * Are we friends?
3. Quando e dove ci siamo conosciuti? * When and where did we first meet?
4. Hai mai desiderato darmi un pugno o uno schiaffo? * Have you ever wanted to punch me or slap me?
5. Descrivimi con una parola… * Describe me with a word…
6. Qual è stata la tua prima impressione su di me? * What was your first impression about me?
7. Pensi ancora la stessa cosa? * Do you still think the same thing?
8. Cos’è che ti fa ricordare di me? * What’s the thing that reminds you of me?
9. Quanto mi conosci? * How much do you know me?
10. Quando ci siamo visti l’ultima volta? * When did we last meet?
11. C’è stato mai qualcosa che mi avresti voluto dire ma che non hai mai detto? * Is there anything you would have liked to tell me, but you’ve never told me?
12. Abbiamo qualcosa in comune? Se sì, cosa? * Do we have anything in common? If yes, what?
13. Metteresti questo test sul tuo blog per vedere cosa scrivo di te? * Would you put this test in your blog just to know what I’d write about you?

Regime Press

Throughout these years, TG1 (Rai Uno news) and newscasts in general have become a regime bulletin, a tool in the hands of our governments. A way to re-write history.
But the situation has now become totally absurd. Some of the craps I heard from TG1 lately:

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[Should I worry about how I dress? I'm 23, am I still to dress all colourful? Who said gay means joyful dressing and D&G accessories? I'm tiiiiiired.]

Cosa chiedo di male

What’s wrong in demanding attention?
I never cease being a friend when I need friends. What’s wrong if I ask those who love me to tell me they do? To take care of me and tell me I’m worth? And ask me howI feel.
I just feel so alone. And someone out there should tell me I’m not.

Best before:

Leaving the living: and hanging out with my fingers. Spending the new year’s night alone with myself and my self. Listen to me – begin to flee.

Even dead boy gets low sometimes.

I’d like to eat something. Ogni tanto anche io sono triste… more than sometimes, indeed, but it would be enough if you noticed it just sometimes. Can’t always be strong, sorry.
What am I gonna do tomorrow? Time will tickle as it always does. Do this at 6 am, do that at 9 o’ clock, do it at 3 in the afternoon. Noon: my life is in a spoon. A runaway through the spoon, and I’m castaway around the moon. When a year passes, a petal’s crumbling down. What a disaster in that spoon. Will you eat it anyway?

A day to erase

History of a day to simply erase: a whole morning spent waiting for your turn in a hospital. A diagnosis not too serious, but embarassing. It causes me a stress. So I had too little time for the lunch I had planned with a guy. And we didn’t have lunch together. Had lunch alone. A McChicken Menu (as usual) with deluxe potatoes. The floor is full of people; I ask some chicks if I can sit at their table and think while they silly speak. Asbestos fibers from everyone’s mouth; at 3 pm I have an English class. Gotta sit on the umbrella stand because I’m late. And while I go to the following class, I meet my ex. There are some days you’d simply like to erase. But you end up finding yourself writing what has happened in a blog. Didn’t you want to…?

Sinking now (窓を開けて見上げれば) / Hachiko here.

Giving up would make it all worse. [I'm sinking now. Sinking now. Sinking now.]
When you discover that you have found a balance, you begin fearing to lose it. So your balance is lost. Sit by the window and look at what has made you the way you are. I can think about how many in the world know me the way I am. I can think about the way I am. But can’t know the way I am.
I am so similar to Hachi. I lose my balance. With friends. With mine. Ending up being not myself? Ending up wondering whether I am myself or not. Will this fighting ever stop?