[tom's blog]

A little preview of the long-awaited and hopefully soon ready post about "love in real life".

Here you are, a famous joke that sometimes I like to tell to my friends, in a quite similar version:

 

 

Long long time ago before he got married, Kanjibhai was traveling from Ahmedabad to Bombay by train. Rupaben (a beautiful female) was also traveling in the same compartment except that they both didn’t know each other in the beginning. Once they started talking, they realized they both had a lot in common.

Both were Single.

Both were Gujaratis.

Both were going to Bombay.

Both were School teachers.

Both were starting a new job at the Mithibai College.

 

They seemed to hit it off well and decided to be roommates in Bombay and made a pact that they would do everything together. So they lived in the same house, traveled to the college together on Kanjibhai’s scooter, had lunch in the staff room together, returned home together, they were watching the TV together, eating dinner together and were also sharing the same bedroom and EVEN sharing the same bed.

 

The only problem was Rupaben was placing a pillow between them at bedtime, much to the frustration of Kanjibhai, who ended up spending many sleepless nights with this most desirable beauty besides him, separated by the pillow. Kanjibhai’s frustration had built up to such an extent that he could take it no more, and ended up deciding to drink.

 

So one day he took off from the college leaving Rupaben on her own. She was quite upset, but made it home by auto rikshaw. The pact had been broken so she decided not to open the door for Kanjibhai when he got home drunk at about 2am.

Kanjibhai knocked on the door for about 20 minutes and pleaded with his roommate to let him in. After listening to his crap for 20 minutes, Rupaben said, ” Where the hell did you disappear today? We decided to do everything together! Now you sleep outside”.

 

Kanjibhai said: “I will jump over the wall and come in if you don’t open the door right now!”

Rupaben said: "Forget it, you don't bluff me...... You cant even cross over over a pillow, now you are talking about jumping over a wall! hahaha!"

(love famous sculpture by Rober Indiana)

 

What is LOVE?

What a common question, huh?

 

For my actual knowledge LOVE is a name that we give to a whole set of human feelings.

Love of someone for his job, love for art, love for certain music, love for music, love of someone for his mother, love of a father for his son, love of someone for his romantic partner.

Yes. this is the kind of love we are talking today.

Romantic love. Love in a couple. Love among two human beings who mutually chose the each other.

 

Well, back in 1999 I wrote down a list of which are bad reasons to be in a couple:

- to have social status

- for economical benefits

- for regular sex

- to feel "in a couple" whoever the partner is

- not to feel a loser/unlucky person if single

- to have someone to make babies with

- to have someone to make a family with

- to be happier

- not to feel lonely

- to isolate from society and build a comfortable egotism

....

 

I mean, all these are consequences. Positive consequences people may say.

But we don't have to live LOVE as a means to get to those benefits.

LOVE should be natural, spontaneous, inescapable.

And these are even not good reasons to keep into a relationship that's already broken.

 

For so many people LOVE and COUPLE are crutches for life.

That's not bad, better than being isolated from human beings, but it's not the best.

 

From now on, I will talk of what I consider the highest kind of LOVE:

 

For who knows a bit of Ayn Rand's books and philosophy it might seem very similar.

Yes, you are right. She is my mentor about this topic.

And Judy is the unforgettable dear person who pointed me to her.

 

Read further at:

And don't forget to google and look on wikipedia about her and her masterpieces "The Fountainhead" and "Atlas Shrugged".

 

Also you can read Nathaniel Branden (http://www.nathanielbranden.com) about this topic.

Who is Nathaniel Branden? He was Ayn Rand lover for many years.

He read her book "The Fountainhead" when he was 14, he became her fan, then he met her, they became friends and lately lovers, even if both were married at that time. He separated from his wife, her not.

 

Some quotes from him:

 

Well... this post is deliberately a suggestion for further research.

Not everybody will get to the same conclusion.

 

Take your time to think about this topic.

Do some research if you like.

Read "The Fountainhead" and "Atlas Shrugged".

I read just the second and it was really inspiring and enjoyable.

Soon they will make a movie out of it, starring Angelina Jolie.

 

And, if you like self-analisys, look back to your previous love relatiohips and to the motives of them.

Was it mutual respect-admiration-attraction?

Many many times I was questioned if I believe in God, and which.

Actually I have a clear idea in my mind since I was 15yo but it's always hard to explain it in clear words to other people.

Well, it was, until I read "Angels and Demons" by Dan Brown, where there is a page that explains in a professional novelist's words my main belief.

Funny story, that book was around me (litterally around, in my room!) for years but I read just third-hand, passed to me by two dear friends.

Anyway, here is the interesting page, I hope you like it.

 

    Vittoria was watching him. "Do you believe in God, Mr. Langdon?"
    The question startled him. The earnestness in Vittoria's voice was even more disarming than the inquiry. Do I believe in God? He had hoped for a lighter topic of conversation to pass the trip.
    A spiritual conundrum, Langdon thought. That's what my friends call me. Although he studied religion for years, Langdon was not a religious man. He respected the power of faith, the benevolence of churches, the strength religion gave so many people... and yet, for him, the intellectual suspension of disbelief that was imperative if one were truly going to "believe" had always prove too big an obstacle for his academic mind. "I want to believe," he heard himself say.
    Vittoria's reply carried no judgement or challenge. "So why don't you?"
    He chuckled. "Well, it's not that easy. Having faith requires leaps of faith, cerebral acceptance of miracles, maculate conceptions and divine interventions. And then there are the codes of conduct. The Bible, the Koran, Buddhist scripture... they all carry similar requirements nd similar penalties. They claim that if I don't live by a specific code I will go to hell. I can't imagine a God who would rule that way."
    "I hope you don't let your students dodge questions that shamelessly."
    The comment caught him off guard. "What?"
    "Mr. Langdon, I did not ask if you believe what man says about God. I asked if you believed in God. There is a difference. Holy scripture is stories... legends and history of man's quest to understand his own need for meaning. I am not asking you to pass judgment on literature. I am asking you if you believe in God. When you lie out under the stars, do you sense the divine? Do you feel in your gut that you are staring up at the work of God's hand?"
    Langdon took a long moment to consider it.
    "I'm prying," Vittoria apologized.
    "No, I just...."
    "Certainly you must debate issues of faith with your classes."
    "Endlessly."
    "And you play devil's advocate, I imagine. Always fuelling the debate."
    Langdon smiled. "You must be a teacher too."
    "No, but I learned from a master. My father could argue two sides of a Mobius Strip."
    Langdon laughed, picturing the artful crafting of a Mobius Strip----a twisted ring of paper, which technically possessed only one side. Langdon had first seen the single-sided shape in the artwork of M. C. Escher. "May I ask you a question, Ms. Vetra?"
    "Call me Vittoria. Ms. Vetra makes me feel old."
    He sighed inwardly, suddenly sensing his own age. "Vittoria, I'm Robert."
    "You had a question."
    "Yes. As a scientist and the daughter of a Catholic priest, who do you think of religion?"
    Vittoria paused, brushing a lock of hair from her eyes. "Religion is like language or dress. We gravitate toward the practices with which we were raised. In the end, though, we are all proclaiming the same thing. That life has meaning. That we are grateful for the power that created us."
    Langdon was intrigued. "So you're saying that whether you are a Christian or a Muslim simply depends on where you were born?"
    "Isn't it obvious? Look at the different of religion around the globe."
    "Hardly. Faith is universal. Our specific methods for understanding it are arbitrary. Some of us pray to Jesus, some of us go to Mecca, some of us study subatomic particles. In the end we are all just searching for truth, that which is greater than ourselves."
    Langdon wished his students could express themselves so clearly. Hell, he wished he could express himself so clearly. "And God?" he asked. "do you believe in God?"
    Vittoria was silent for a long time. "Science tells me God must exist. My mind tells me I will never understand God. And my heart tells me I am not meant to."
    How's that for concise, he thought. "So you believe God is fact, but we will never understand Him."
    "Her," she said with a smile. "Your Native American had it right."
    Langdon chuckled. "Mother Earth."
    "Gaea. The planet is an organism. All of us are cells with different purposes. And yet we are intertwined. Serving each other. Serving the whole."

Have you ever heard of David R. Stewart?

No? Better for you.

Here is what he was doing.

 

 

Today's post is about one of the most famous recipes of the Italian cusine, actually it comes originally from Sicily but it's widespread all over Italy, with many variations.

That's why here you have a quick, easy, light and still delicious "Parmigiana".

 

Ingredients:

- good eggplants

- sunflower oil

- salt

- fresh garlic

- tomato sauce

- fresh basil

- good parmesan cheese

 

Steps:

1) buy the best eggplants you can, they should be preferrably oval ones, not the full round ones, not the long straight ones

2) peel them with a knife, 2-3 mm under the skin (keep the skin, you can use it for many recipes, even just sauce for pasta)

3) slice them in the direction of the lenght in slices of 5 mm approx

4) half-fry them with as less sunflower oil as you can (this is the ost important phase, even if all are really important for a good result.. when I say half fry I mean that the slices should be definitely translucent but not really browner outside, still soft and not crunchy, the best way to achieve the result can be to use little oil in a pan with thin bottom so the heat arrives immediately and also tuning them many times, also some people just fry them all together with oil stirring almost continuously, anyway they should be translucent and wet, cooked but not full fried, the best is sunflower oil, if you wanna use olive oil NEVER use extra virgin to fry!)

5) make them release all the liquid and the oil, using some weight (like pressing them among two dishes...)

6) add some salt

7) in the meantime prepare a THICK and CONCENTRATED tomato sauce with little cubes of fresh garlic, a bit more garlic than in normal sauce

8) put on a container multiple layers, one layer of eggplants and one of tomato sauce and grate over every one a good dose of parmesan cheese

9) it should wait few hours or even one day at room temperature or in fridge before eating

 

The "Parmigiana" it's also usually eaten cold or room temperature and in small quantities with bread or with other carbohidrates.

The best is to use it as dressing for tapas or as a side course for polenta or meat courses.

 

I should mention that somebody likes to put inside also layers made of slices of mozzarella or other "pizza" chees, ham (prosciutto cotto), egg, ...

Especially in these cases they use to bake it more in oven or fry in the pan one other time, thing that I don't reccommend at all, as it's already quite a heavy food.

 

A now the traditional recipe excerpted from "La cucina tradizionale siciliana" by Anna Pomar:

 

And one useful link: http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parmigiana_di_melanzane

 

       

the best kind of eggplants                        the result and the good portion for one person

 

Test your relationship!

Check my friends' blog: http://coin-locker.com/the-way-you-sleep

Btw, spooning is just amazing! The best ever ever!

 

Today I was at an art gallery, randomly (while roaming among different museums to enjoy the last days of the yearly Cultural Week, when many museums are free and there are interesting extra events) I stepped into a vernissage of a collective exibition.

Many things were very poor and almost ridiculous but... the art critician that was introducing every artist and its creations once said something I always heard from daddy:

 

 

Well... maybe I heard it already so many times that was difficult for me to focus all the consequences and deep significance of this concept.

 

But I thought something that makes it easy to me to understand:

Imagine that you have an ancestor, let's say a grandfather, that you never met or anyway that you're missing a lot.

How great is if you can touch a sculpture that he created, admire a painting that he painted...

The same with old blankets or laces hand-made by grandmothers or great grandmothers or....

Also it works with big projects, like buildings, gardens, cities, pyramids, ...

Seeing what he saw first, touching what he touched, understanding the concept underlying it, feeling his troubles, doubts, projects, success, satisfaction... it's an amazing feeling that makes us able to know him even if we never met!

 

The feeling of a man in front of a masterpiece, even if created by himself, is always of inferiority and admiration.

A good art object, when done, surprize the creator flying on his own.

 

All this said, I advice everybody to create art objects (small or big or even hige) or projects that concretize in something real.

Give a memory of yourself to your descendants and to everybody who loved you.

To me the few paintings painted by my grandfather and by my daddy are something so special, priceless I'd say.

I went to a conference recently, I was invited by Giu (thanks again!) and it was very very very inspiring.

Nothing so new, but some of the topics were worth some thoughts more on them.

The topic was, more of less, "how to be happy in life and avoid to mess up yourself your own life".

The title of the conference (and of the book that was gifted to us) was (for the ones of you that understand italian) "Smettila di incasinarti".

 

Btw, one of the concepts was: "the kids are never stressed, they just enjoy fully what they are doing and they don't worry for others, they don't accept interruptions and if interrupted they forget what they were doing".

Let me repeat: the key of absence of stress is to live fully the moment.

 

So, nowadays my life is very busy, I am committed to several businesses and projects and daily come up several annoyances.

Many people count on me, they look at me as a person with lot of know-how and abilities.

 

Also I have some goals in my life I am working on and one of my greatest pleasures is the feeling to succeed.

 

Anyway...

I like to enjoy my life.

I don't like stress.

 

More inputs, more stress.

Maybe I am old. Maybe I can't chat and work at the same time anymore.

 

I love you all guys.

Here on MSN there are my most beloved friends.

Don't get me wrong if I am often offline.

 

When I am offline I am enjoying my life. My work.

(really, enjoying work!! it's true guys, we can enjoy it!)

 

My friends. My books. Whatever I am doing.

My friend smas from Turkey told me that some time ago too.

We had an amazing conversation about that. Unforgettable.

 

You can always reach me on my mobile and on my email tomma3o(at)gmail(dot)com

I would love to hear from you.

 

So, my suggestion: have your goals in your mind, live your life day by day and enjoy every single moment.

Don't get too bothered by contacts from other people.

Too many people chit-chat just to feel important, beloved or to fill empty time.

I have no time to waste. I'm active like a spintop. All meaningful things, all things worth doing.

 

I am driving my life guys, I love myself, my life, my goals and you all.

Thanks for being into my life, my friends.

You made me like this. Thanks.

 

And always remember: the secret of happiness is enjoying our life (that's not! just having random fun...)

If you wanna see a true short movie made by my friend Alex, who is a talented new director, it's now published on one of the most important italian portals, libero.it.

Here is the link: http://video.libero.it/app/play/index.html?id=601b468a25d87a057f3a408361d2be6f

It's very interesting also if you wanna see normal lifestyle of people from this part of Italy.

Enjoy it!

1. The boss doesn't sleep in the office, he takes some rest

2. The boss doesn't eat in the office, he nourish himself
3. The boss is never late, he was hold back 
4. The boss is never absent, his presence was requestes elsewhere 
5. The boss doesen't read the newspaper in the office, he keeps himself informed 
6. The boss doesen't chat, he carries out a meeting 
7. The boss doesen't get acquainted with the secretary, he educates her 
 

I am a boss, you know... :)

I'd like to write down some ideas that are flying around my head for a while and finally this morning I was able to express in a more or less clear form.. Maybe I will refine better this post later...

 

I am recently comparing my current life view with that I had just two years ago, when I was delighted by my (supposed) unique and stunning relationship with marisha. Not just that, all the life-view. I use some events as time-markers to remember my feelings at that time.

I compare many many things. Dating. Being cool or looser. Frienship. Relations. Love. Being open minded. Potential. Skill. Experience. Perception of magic.

 

Too much life-skill.. too easy to archieve memorable moments.. too often.. too quickly.. no magic anymore!!

 

Ignorance is bliss, stupidity is a bless..

I mean, better not to have so clear perception of the reality surronding us, to still feel some happiness.

 

Too much skill, too much results.

Too much knowledge, too little magic.

Too much awareness, too much cynism.

 

I am becoming like Amélie Poulain.

I am already, maybe.

 

I enjoy little experiences.

Not really putting my hands in the beans.

Other things.

 

Walking in the warm summer rain.

Thanks diamond for the idea, was really a great moment walking together, laughing, enjoying at all the moment and seeing people around thinking that we were crazy :))))

Having a bubble bath, alone or not.

Dancing.

Talking.

Making new friends.

Cooking together and having a good meal.

Kissing.

Being in my office and working tightly.

Making good love.

Having a nice phone call.

Listening music.

Following the vibes of life and crazy projects.

The smile is the best. Better than any any any intimate moment.

True smile, directly from the heart, without any filter or doubt.

Guys, listen me. The best gift is a smile.

Repeat: the best gift is a smile. Why are you looking to get laid?

Converti la tua ragazza in Maiali Equivalenti

 

Converti il tuo uomo in metri di Salsiccia

 

Divertenti sistemi di (auto) valutazione...

Provate a calcolare i prosciutti o le salsiccie delle vostre/dei vostri ex...

:) :)

 

Just few lings to inform all my fans :) that my company won the 2nd and definitive round of an important trial we promoted against a old customer that still owe us a big amount. They fighted strongly but the truth and justice won! Cheer up!

from www.dagospia.com

Nel tritacarne impazzito delle intercettazioni sullo scadalo del calcio corrotto è finita anche la giornalista Ilaria D'Amico, inappuntabile si­gnora del salotto calcistico di Sky. La cita in una telefonata goliardica Alessandro Moggi, il figlio di Lucianone indaga­to per illecita concorrenza con violenza e minacce, che racconta a un amico di un dispendiosissimo weekend pa­rigino in compagnia della bella conduttrice.

«Ho speso diecimila euro per portarla a cena a Parigi... Ho preso un aereo privato, un albergo di lusso, un risto­rante favoloso, ma è andata buca», riassume deluso Ales­sandro, che con il cocktail di lussi assortiti e Ville Lumière «pensava, sperava, contava» di aver aperto una breccia nel cuore dell'algida D'Amico, e invece si è dovuto acconten­tare di una serata platonica, ancorché piacevole.

 

Due to the scandal of the bribes in Italian football, were published on newspapers some transcript of phone conversations. The son of the main person under investigation was talking on the phone with a friend about Ms. Ilaria D'Amico, famous sport tv journalist, and said, more or less: "I spent ten thousands euros to invite het to dinner in Paris... I rented a private flight, a luxury hotel, a fabolous restaurant... but I didn't succed!"

 

No comment. Such a looser!

More or less IMHO the vast majority of Italian guys are same kind of loosers.

They would do everything for a short skirt or an elegant dress.

 

Hey guys, wake up!

Girls are girls, even the most fashionable and prestigeous, it's still a human being!

 

And, if you really like to do something, like a luxury dinner or a flight passage, do it for itself, don't do it to try to obtain anything else!

 

And, about girls, about people, surprise is good, much better is desire, hope and then fullfullment! No?

This morning, in the shower.. as usual, the best place to focus ideas that are whirling in my mind for some days.. as the water flows on my body, the ideas flow out so clear and trasparent..

 

I am different. Very different. I was not like this. Each day I move toward something, maybe something undefined, maybe defined just in God's mind, the path seems not so direct but accurate, life is a very very good teacher and I learn day by day by my mistakes, by the situations I fall into... I change, I ripe (maturare)... I move...

 

I become more expert, in technical stuff and human stuff, how to deal with people, with business, money, etc.. But not just like this.

 

I know that everybody had it's own limit. And I accept it. Even I appreciate it.

I can love without angryness. I can love as the person is.

I can make love passionately but I hate making out. (read my previous post)

 

And I learnt recently one big truth:

business is business, it has his own rules

sex is sex, it has his own rules

feelings are feelings, they have their own rules

friendship is friendship, it has his own rules

love is love, it has his own rules

 

Life is life too, we are into a system, even if we die everything will go on, the system is self-conservative..

Each one of us count just a little, every big trouble in our life is like for an ant to be squashed on the floor.. for her is the most important thing of her life, for us is almost insignificant..

 

Feelings are much more complex and deep than any language.

I am honest with my feelings. I was hurted so much, but, honestly, I wouldn't be now.

It was kinda of my fault too. I was not ready. I moved toward a better consciousness and skill.

I moved forward. Probably I hurted her as well. I am sorry of this. We didn't help the each other.

Now she is not here anymore. Neither in my life, nor in my heart. She is with Sergey, maybe.

I really wish that he'd be serious and love her as much I would have.

Now I have an other mission.

 

I don't think anyone else can really understand my deepest feelings for the nice people who accompain me so close in my life, in the past, now, lately.

I was talking with dad, and we agreed that anyway always I had very very cool people around me.

Now too. Let me say, now even more. I am proud of this. A lot.

 

Feelings are different. Less shouted, less easy. Less naive. More aware.

Much more "TVB" than "TA". But much more deep. Not deep. Different.

In my TVB now there is all the feelings, all the hugs, all the slutty moans and the lovely moans that make me like I am now..

 

I care a lot less of the words. Of the concepts. Pure feelings. Pure love.

That love you can't express even if you feel. No rituals. Almost no gifts, court, etc.

Just true feelings, my whole passion.

 

I still love. Even more, maybe. I love a lot.

I miss a lot. I miss certain friends. I miss certain people that were close to me and make me feel good, make me dream, that I would like to meet forever.

I am happy of my future and of who is close to me now.

 

Friends are going, friends are changing.

Sometimes closer, sometimes further, sometimes lost forever, sometimes retrieved again..

Feeling, having feelings is a function of the human being..

 

I do it. I like good feelings, good strong passionate pure feelings.

I like good life. Good friends.

Good music, good book, good movies..

A fresh drink, a gorgeous meal..

Pretty girls, nice panoramas..

Wonderful cuddles, a sweet massage, a passionate sight, a kiss that makes your spina trumble.

Good sex, but just if very good.

Yes, I do. I like all of this. But not just this.

 

Life is not a torture. Not a sacrifice. Not just a funtime too.

Do your choices. Enjoy your time.

Use it as you like more, make real your projects, pursue your ideals, have some good fun.

Be free. Don't sell your freedom, to your employer, to this society, to your parents, to anybody.

Beware of addictions... every addiction!!! :))

Be free. Feel every moment. Follow your vibes.

Live each second of your life.

 

When I was younger I cared a lot of principles and doing everything perfectly.

I am still very very idealistic and meticolous (pignolo), but I recognize that all my accurate efforts can be vanified by a random sneeze of someone bigger than me..

that's why we measure ourselves daily with business and other people..

business partner, lovers, friends, customers, co-workers, relatives, ..

 

People who fill our life and give sense to it, people who can also cause us a lot of pain.. sometimes..

Bigger risks.. bigger satisfactions.. bigger pain..

 

Events in our lifes makes us different.

Don't try to understand me, or you feel this or you will, sooner of later..

 

Some events, like my friend who lost his father by a sudden sickness..

like one who was slandered and stab in the back (colpito alle spalle) by who he loved..

like one who fight with different people and collects success and failures..

like one who was so unlucky in love..

like everyone of us..

 

Can you imagine the full pleasure to read a riveting (avvincente) book, to listen a marvellous music..

even if your life is going bad at the moment..

even if there is something that worry you..

 

I mean, even when your dearest person just died, you still feel some pleasure or relief in a good cappuccino, no? This is life. Mixture of purity and dirtyness. Pleasure and sadness. Satisfaction and frustration. Ease and lots of effort.

 

When I was younger I would judge people much more easily.

And I am sure that some people who dared and felt comfortable to judge me in the recent weeks, would reconsider their opinion in few months or years..

But I don't care, this is life..

the apple has also the bitter skin, the seeds, some imperfections.. this is life..

 

And I enjoy reading a book (Bram Stoker's "Dracula" now), I cry on some pages, I really cry, tiers flow out and my heart strokes for a moment to feel these people's life situation, I enjoy some movies and I cry as well..

 

Love make my heart beating so much every day..

Also businesses, risk, success, friends, ideals, thoughts, projects..

 

I am living, I am moving toward..

 

 

PS: In the pic you can see a half orange, a "media naranja". Kinda dream, for who knows what it means.

Also you can see me and Ilda, a friend, just a friend, but a person who definetely will understand all my words here and who really is near to my soul even if we met so shortly and we had not so intimate contacts.

PPS: Ilda is just an example, some other people surely will understand my words, some others maybe later, some others never... :(

 

If you understand, please drop me a line to tomma3o (at) gmail.com...

Yesterday night I was watching tv to get asleep.

There was a couple kissing on the sofa in a movie.

In the movie looked like that situation (everybody had lived that at least once) when a couple meet for saturday night, little boring eve on the sofa in front of tv, so kisses are the most exciting things..

 

Well, please try to understand me..

I noticed finally that there are two different macro-categories of kisses:

 

a)

first kiss when you still dunno if it will be accepted

stolen kiss

passionate kiss before making love

fast kiss given hiddenly by other people

kiss when crying

farewell kiss when maybe it's a definitive farewell

 

b)

kiss on sofa/bench/beach on lazy sunday

daily goodmorning/goodnight/goodwork kiss

 

Well, maybe there are more examples and more categories, but still you got what I mean, right?

 

So, try to think a second, how much % of kisses you give (and you gave in your whole life) belong to category a) and how much % of category b)?

Which ones you remember more?

 

Any idea?

comments welcome at tomma3o (at) gmail.com

 

Vera, who has the gift of syntesis, told me that, more or less, category a) can be named "meaningful kisses" and category b) "meaningless kisses". For me depends also on the speed how the heart beat...

 

In the last days I have one main thuight in my mind..

 

How long is one year? I mean, how many changes happened in my life during these 365 nights?

How was the situation exactly one year ago?

 

Just comparing May 2005 with May 2006 I can say that I am always busy in May! :))

Just in 2005 I was busy and crazy for archieving my ex-gf love and life dream and instead in 2006 I am crazy and busy on my own dream and enpowerment. And much more successful, because the success is based just on my motivation and my skill.

Now I am dealing with banks, lawyers, notarys, managers of private and public offices, police and judge and I am building my own project in this world. Just not so easy but I am quite proud of myself.

 

Ah, about love, never think that the end of one love it's the end of the world!

My experience and my suggestion to people who live in a not-so-pleasant relationship, if you are in doubt, better to break than to stay. At least don't be afraid to lose the ONLY one who can love you. Love is everywhere, as flowers!

If you are a cool person you can easily find an even better partner or anyway much more interesting life goals! :))