Aug. 10th, 2011 06:47 pm
5 words meme- aka the explanation.
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little_firestarIn response to Bas -math-girl, whom, on her livejournal, posted the origimal meme, giving me those 5 words that should, in theory 8and, yes, not only theroy, I shall admit) describe me....
Books: I had an weird relationship with books and reading in general., probably because I'm quite lazy, and always have been. When I firsted start to read, I absplutely hated it, but I suppose it was my personal way of getting back at mum (how do you think that I could do that at the tender age of 6?). When I finally started doing it... and I started doing it seriously... quoring the Black Eyes peas, I can't get enough! If there's a thing as book bulimy., then I have it, really. add with the fact that I am a fast reader (1 page pro minute) and you'll get the number of books (and ebooks, and newspapers, and magazines) I read every year (I suppose I reached the quota 30 already since january, but I'm not sure 100%) . biographies. novels. action. sci-fi. romance, essays. everything is good for me, old and new as well, first or third or 100 th time....
Cats: I've never thought of myslef as a car person. dog? sure, but cat? hell, no! I saw cats the same way I see hunters-predators without an heart, but the first time my kitty gave me a pry as a gift... I understood that things are never black or white. and so, here I am, loving so much creatures I once couldn't stand, and unable to see my live without them, looking at them as late scientist Celi did- creatures able to bring out the best of us, our childish side.
Duty: don't ask me why, but snese of duty is soemthing is buried deep inside my DNA. I'm not saying, be careful, that I on't do thing out of love, neither that I do them ebcause I'm waiting for stranger's or, simply, outside apporval. I do things because it's what I'm supposed to do, what's right. probably because what we see as duties are simply leftovers of ancient cultures, rituals and happening, buried inside us so deeply we can only do that. but, I'm telling you, soemtimes it really sucks, doing the right thing.
Driving: first time I tried to et my dirver license, according to Italian driving code, I was 19 and fresh of high school, and I tried just because my father was insisitng for me to. the result? sicne I didn't wnat itn in teh first place, and I was quite scared of roads and driving and etc, etc. then, few years later, around the time I was 24 or 25, I got that I needed it, mostly because I felt the need of being free and not having to deal with people, to own them. I didn't get the chance to try, too soon for my parents and, mostly, there wasn't any real need for me to really take it in the first place. so, when lst year my brother applied and I was sent along with him, I felt the need to show I could be better than him, that I had imporved. result? I passed both theory and pratice, and I even had a crush on my young and sexy teacher. and, at teh end of the day, I was proud of muself, because I made it and becasue I overcome my fears. for a while, and a bit, at least.
Italy: Home. I'm not saying that Italy is the ebst place in the wolrd to live in, and believe me, the majority of times I don't apprecaite it, as much as I love it. sure, we have great art, monuments and so on, but, what about the rest? the MAFIA may not be all over the place as an organisaztion, but the mentality still exists. help me and I'll help you. be ncie with me and I'll help you. show me who you know and I'll help you. it ahppens all the times, it happens everywhere, to everyone. be small, be a no-one, and you get zero. be powerful be rech, be sexy, everything is forgiven and forgotten, and it's nto so strabge, sicne I live in a country where the Prime Minister pretend to govern the country as he does with his mega industries, an eternal peter pan in body and mind, always around pretty litle things (many tiems working hald nakes in his televisions) and surgeoens who erase the time from his body.... in few words, yes, right now I'm not so proud of being Italian.
Books: I had an weird relationship with books and reading in general., probably because I'm quite lazy, and always have been. When I firsted start to read, I absplutely hated it, but I suppose it was my personal way of getting back at mum (how do you think that I could do that at the tender age of 6?). When I finally started doing it... and I started doing it seriously... quoring the Black Eyes peas, I can't get enough! If there's a thing as book bulimy., then I have it, really. add with the fact that I am a fast reader (1 page pro minute) and you'll get the number of books (and ebooks, and newspapers, and magazines) I read every year (I suppose I reached the quota 30 already since january, but I'm not sure 100%) . biographies. novels. action. sci-fi. romance, essays. everything is good for me, old and new as well, first or third or 100 th time....
Cats: I've never thought of myslef as a car person. dog? sure, but cat? hell, no! I saw cats the same way I see hunters-predators without an heart, but the first time my kitty gave me a pry as a gift... I understood that things are never black or white. and so, here I am, loving so much creatures I once couldn't stand, and unable to see my live without them, looking at them as late scientist Celi did- creatures able to bring out the best of us, our childish side.
Duty: don't ask me why, but snese of duty is soemthing is buried deep inside my DNA. I'm not saying, be careful, that I on't do thing out of love, neither that I do them ebcause I'm waiting for stranger's or, simply, outside apporval. I do things because it's what I'm supposed to do, what's right. probably because what we see as duties are simply leftovers of ancient cultures, rituals and happening, buried inside us so deeply we can only do that. but, I'm telling you, soemtimes it really sucks, doing the right thing.
Driving: first time I tried to et my dirver license, according to Italian driving code, I was 19 and fresh of high school, and I tried just because my father was insisitng for me to. the result? sicne I didn't wnat itn in teh first place, and I was quite scared of roads and driving and etc, etc. then, few years later, around the time I was 24 or 25, I got that I needed it, mostly because I felt the need of being free and not having to deal with people, to own them. I didn't get the chance to try, too soon for my parents and, mostly, there wasn't any real need for me to really take it in the first place. so, when lst year my brother applied and I was sent along with him, I felt the need to show I could be better than him, that I had imporved. result? I passed both theory and pratice, and I even had a crush on my young and sexy teacher. and, at teh end of the day, I was proud of muself, because I made it and becasue I overcome my fears. for a while, and a bit, at least.
Italy: Home. I'm not saying that Italy is the ebst place in the wolrd to live in, and believe me, the majority of times I don't apprecaite it, as much as I love it. sure, we have great art, monuments and so on, but, what about the rest? the MAFIA may not be all over the place as an organisaztion, but the mentality still exists. help me and I'll help you. be ncie with me and I'll help you. show me who you know and I'll help you. it ahppens all the times, it happens everywhere, to everyone. be small, be a no-one, and you get zero. be powerful be rech, be sexy, everything is forgiven and forgotten, and it's nto so strabge, sicne I live in a country where the Prime Minister pretend to govern the country as he does with his mega industries, an eternal peter pan in body and mind, always around pretty litle things (many tiems working hald nakes in his televisions) and surgeoens who erase the time from his body.... in few words, yes, right now I'm not so proud of being Italian.