Sunday, May 16, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
How Do U Make Napkin Roses
But what brain drain
"BUT WHAT THE BRAIN DRAIN AND 'THE REVOLUTION IS NOT TO BE THERE" from Daniele Ciabattoni on Vimeo .
I consider this the cry of my brother, Federico Bonelli, who left Italy and lives in Amsterdam. Some might think that there is only bitterness inside, but I do see a lot of love for Italy, for his people, for what could be and we are not. The unrequited love is always the most romantic.
And my brother is a really romantic. Look at his eyes at the end. They are the eyes of one who hates? The video has
Daniele Ciabattoni. 
"BUT WHAT THE BRAIN DRAIN AND 'THE REVOLUTION IS NOT TO BE THERE" from Daniele Ciabattoni on Vimeo .
I consider this the cry of my brother, Federico Bonelli, who left Italy and lives in Amsterdam. Some might think that there is only bitterness inside, but I do see a lot of love for Italy, for his people, for what could be and we are not. The unrequited love is always the most romantic.
And my brother is a really romantic. Look at his eyes at the end. They are the eyes of one who hates? The video has
Daniele Ciabattoni.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Yugioh Tournaments In Indiana
Zen and the art of playing pinball
Remember the game? Part of the fun of trying to predict the trajectory of the ball of steel, but in the end I might as well give up. You looked at her and she squirted right to left, when you expect to come down here to sob who took back and forth in an eternity of bouncing cross-eyed. Every time he touched a piston concentric Ricochets a triangle, a prominent nipple, a trinket resonant counter in the score was going up and up and up toward the paradise of real men, the record-men of the bar. The figures flowed and you were giving a sense of all that turmoil, to the anxiety of performance, providing water in your ego with the sounds of approval of the flipper. You were in action. Did you know that would not last forever and you could also look like an idiot, but hey, the game went on.
Life is fast, you think that goes in one direction, then bounces elsewhere. Watch as they speed, do not stop, do not be afraid to take an unexpected turn. It looks like a big mess, but you are racking up points, anyway. 
Remember the game? Part of the fun of trying to predict the trajectory of the ball of steel, but in the end I might as well give up. You looked at her and she squirted right to left, when you expect to come down here to sob who took back and forth in an eternity of bouncing cross-eyed. Every time he touched a piston concentric Ricochets a triangle, a prominent nipple, a trinket resonant counter in the score was going up and up and up toward the paradise of real men, the record-men of the bar. The figures flowed and you were giving a sense of all that turmoil, to the anxiety of performance, providing water in your ego with the sounds of approval of the flipper. You were in action. Did you know that would not last forever and you could also look like an idiot, but hey, the game went on.
Life is fast, you think that goes in one direction, then bounces elsewhere. Watch as they speed, do not stop, do not be afraid to take an unexpected turn. It looks like a big mess, but you are racking up points, anyway.
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