Como Obtener Perlas Gratis En Happy Aquarium

alrauun @ 2008-10-10T12: 52:00

and Rec: Go to Google search ee phrase (not size Ticar and virgo to read 'oe beginning to end! )

and not Barari, and type your the real name.

Use the first thing that you find who has a sense and type ila.


Q: Type the "[your name] he takes is of no" in the bar Google e: Stephen Good
need to demonstrate that it is not ; "Berlusconi servant," and so, since he took over from De Bortoli , every editorial Paraculo is cooked against the government. (Hahaha maybe write editorials for the messenger ... well maybe not that much maybe).

Q: Type the "[your name] look at" the bar Google e: Stephen
seems to have finally found the serenity next her. (But really ... just the serenity maybe not).

Q: Type the "[your name] says " in bar Google and :
Stefano says:. This nano is already compatible with nike +? (I hope you're talking about an ipod).

Q: Type the "[your name] wants " in bar Google e: Stephen wants
fight (and you do not understand against what).

Q: Type the "[your name] ago" in the bar Google e: Stephen
does everything to get house arrest (well given the choice).

Q: Type the "[your name] hates " in bar Google and :
If the Mulino Bianco Stefano hates, I hate Coca Cola. (Mah!)

Q: Type the "[your name] asks and "bar in Google e: Stephen asks
private meeting with Saddam (maybe one time I would have gladly ... now a bit 'less).

Q: Type the "[your name] goes " in bar Google and :
unfortunately there is a town called St. Stephen's in province varese so if I write "Stefan is" the first 8 billion results speak for that city.

Q: Type i "[your name] likes " in bar Google e: Stephen A
like going to the beach and playing football with friends.

Q: Type the "[your name] worn know" in the bar Google e: Stephen
wearing the sling and hoist ago cross in for the wonderful pictures from that then gives us and you can see below! STEFANO THANKS!

Forte ... here is another 15 minutes of my life wasted. do not do this test.

Gir Costumes In Windsor

alrauun @ 2008-09-10T12: 40:00

drpsycho you know that we are just waiting for your post in relation to the end of the world. does not make you wait too long.

popularizing science. up.

Welcome Notes For Wedding Guests

post ...

Here is inserted the record last week in Tokyo, as soon as I return to the possession of the mythological clipboard.

Stores That Have Layaway 2010

Crossing the Bridge ... Report

After nearly turned over all of Tokyo is like a sock at last arrived in the magical man-made island of Odaiba .

First honorable mention to the little train that twisted through the flyover (as usual), leads the charmed visitors at the other end of the Rainbow Bridge (surely a copy of another bridge, because in this city have this habit: among others can also see the replicas of the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower).

get off the little train we headed first to National Museum of Emerging Science and Innovation , with its virtual reality simulations and its futuristic robot (Asimo), then at Tokyo Big Sight , which housed a great opportunity for the proud nerd and bad women in cosplay.

next stage was the Palette Town, containing the Toyota Mega Web (Toyota showroom, with many attractions) and the Venus Fort (center Business up front, like a town built inside the 800).

At sunset we finally direct on the beach in front of Odaiba, one overlooking the bay of Tokyo, a very impressive (it is difficult to find in-city Tokyo). After dinner at a restaurant that does the best ramen in Tokyo and on, gloating at home.

Ps Perhaps you've realized that my desire to write more and more stupid, so if I do not read for a few days do not worry , means that I have nothing else to do:)

Mama Lola Appointment

lazy.

List of places visited today (you can see that I'm not going to write eh):

Edo-Tokyo Museum: a museum is much more western- friendly than the national average. Explanations on topics in language understandable intuitive and many reproductions of housing / transportation / etc temples from the early years of the city until the Second World War. Today I discovered many interesting things about the city of Tokyo. First, more than a century ago was the center of consumption of the entire country, so that then the food manufacturers had to establish branch in "modern" Edo (old name of the city), or move their production facilities there. In short, the story has not changed much.

Then I also learned the various architectural phases of the city: at the beginning there were only huts of wood and dung 10 m², then things have changed radically: the houses have become much larger ( 20 m² , like today → click here to see how you can get from local 22 m²!) and were built with wood and glue vvvinilica and then, after the arrival of Perry were all Westernized and built brick houses (it was even now, as Tokyo has burned dozens of times) and finally, to get to this day, the buildings are almost all glass and steel and some concrete, as you know .

Frankly I wonder how it passed so radically from one phase to another (I've only seen one 800 Western-style building, the Tokyo station, and do not even know what time it is). But the answer is probably only one, and does not lie in the complicated and expensive, urban renewal plans: esquí !

Ginza, one of the most fashionable districts in Tokyo, finally a part full of skyscrapers, but built with a minimum policy and aesthetic sense. It 'hard to find elsewhere.

• Sony Building : useless, do not go see it. It 's just a great shop where they make you try the Sony products.
• Galleries : we had to try two galleries nell'elegantissimo Ginza district: one was closed ( Koyanagi ) and the other we never found (Tokyo Gallery ).
• Hachiman-Jinja : the guide said about "this house is so small that you can pass by without realizing it." And indeed it is exactly what happened, we passed, and while searching, we have not even seen. And 'as big as a dog kennel, and slipped into a shop window type. Big deal.

Shimbashi : another style Ginza district, and one step away from it. Do not miss the chance to stick on the sly in the Skyscraper Caretta and climb up to the 47th floor where, deftly dodging glitzy restaurants and expensive chairs on display, you can enjoy a breathtaking view of the skyline of Tokyo. Recommended especially after sunset.

Buon Ferragosto at all!

What Are The Symptoms Of Hot Cheetos

Mission failed.

Stage 2: Akihabara Electric Town - Mission Failed.

Unfortunately for now the painstaking job search a camera and / or a camera is on the high seas. There are a couple of assumptions, but need a good job of analysis and comparison.

So went the afternoon, the stalls stuff of dubious origin, electronic components dating back to centuries past - or to the distant future - and dazzling lights.

morning rather fast reconnaissance Akasaka with its government buildings and its beautiful temple Hie-jinja, all perfectly packaged in DOMOPACK (bastards).

Before returning home we went to Roppongi , the district probably more chick Tokyo dominated by the very huge and Mori skyscraper, built by a megalomaniac who also has a museum on the top floor, always with his name.

I will keep you updated on the next steps of my very rigid search.

Adieu.

How Many Electric Cars Are Sold

The journey continues ... Post

Man, how I miss coffee. I do not know whether the thing I miss most of all, in the context of "food" Italian. But it's definitely the thing I hear most often lack, because here is totally lacking a place to spend some 'time in peace and have a coffee / cappuccino. What that is closest Starbucks and the like, with its fullest Caramel Mocha Frappuccino sciapo and ice.

Mind you, I'm not complaining from the culinary point of view: just a few days ago I went from a crawl sushieria "eat all you can eat" for 1000 yen (6 €), and right now I'm eating a delicious sesame mochi-out-in-fagiolirossi (3 per 100 yen). And almost everything I tasted was really good.

But coffee, pizza and pasta (not often, because I always eat here at least a plate of rice or noodles in broth) I miss them a lot.

Turning to recent events, last great ride for the districts of Yebisu and Meguro, with a visit to a typical temple ( Daien -ji) nestled between ultra-modern apartment blocks, with many statues of Buddha and , carved in different styles, but almost all very fascinating.

Then quick visit to Meguro Parasitological Museum (xD) and very interesting trip to the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Photography , which was housed in an exhibition of such a Mitsuhiko Imamori (a photographer very famous here in Japan), on the magical world of insects (Click here → tree teeming with fireflies / click here -> nice big face of a green caterpillar), some of these photos were very impressive. Ok, then I have always liked very much the macro.

At this point it is consumed in the drama: parched with thirst Bedouin because of the heat of this city concrete, lagging in the direction of the mythological Beer Museum Yebisu , desire to flood the nectar of the gods, who long time since when I stepped out of our conditioning room (one in the afternoon). Well, now the entrance, with his tongue hanging out and keeping in mind only the freshness of a beer, I discovered that day was closed, no one knows why, nobody knows how. Needless to say, have led me into a litany of mental smadonnamenti that probably Almighty Buddha sent a letter of condolence, along with Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva.

gggiovane evening in the neighborhood of Harajuku , one of the fashion tokyesi. A real shit, chevvelodicoaffà.

Today in Ueno to see the National Museum in Tokyo, said Tokyo Kokuritsu Hakibutsukan (who can repeat it 10 times wins a doll). Nothing memorable say, at least for someone who almost completely ignores the art of the Far East. Some beautiful paintings, armor, and some statues in particular.

Unfortunately we lost, so we never got to Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Art. I hope to make up tomorrow, in case there was an interesting exposure (as these ignorant can not write a decent website in English, even for their most important museums).

For the rest of the very special Yushima Tenjin, a temple dedicated to the pupils, which floods of students go every year to get good academic results (or so says the guide).

eaten exponential Then, again in Ueno, and at home soon. I needed a little 'time to relax, without having to run after the temples and museums in this infernal heat.

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unnecessary ...?

purchasing CDs is now up to 15, for the modest sum of 3800 yen (22 euro and 80 cents), equivalent to an average of 1.50 euro per piece. Not bad.

For the rest I'm not going to describe the day at Ikebukuro , since there is not much to say. We only know that we have participated in an exciting simulation of an earthquake (" esquik ," said the Japanese entrance), with both launch under a table while the whole room was shaking like mad and "windows" were shown scenes of apocalyptic destruction in Godzilla style.

Jewelry Party Invite Wording

Back home from Osaka

the cry of "Accitua kudasai" we're back in the magical Tokyo, and we stayed for a considerable number of hours. Luckily the return trip (always at night) was less traumatic, but we had still needed a refill of discrete hours of sleep deprived.

I finally had to see what I expected from Japan, in addition to the endless tangle of tower blocks glass and steel and other weaving of overhead.

Kyoto is beautiful, or at least the part that we decided to visit. Endless roads in the green of the temples, or inlaid between the traditional shops, cross streets bordered by wooden shacks, denoted by the characteristic use to leave their shoes outside the entrance.

This is the neighborhood of Higashiyama, a real gem for those who want to know the more traditional Japan. In our two days here we saw a good number of seats, walking like Bedouins nell'altrettanto hot features that gives this city. In fact you should know that is housed in a valley surrounded by green collinozze, quindi non trapela un filo di vento e fa un caldo becco.

Innanzittutto non fatevi ingannare dalle guide: la stazione e la torre di Kyoto non sono niente di che; va bene, saranno architettonicamente vagamente interessanti, ma possono essere tranquillamente evitate, se non dovete passarci davanti.

Prima tappa della nostra scarpinata è stato il tempio di Sanjusangen-do , interessante soprattutto per la sboronata contenuta all’interno: 1001 statue raffiguranti Kannon dalle 1000 braccia, tutte a grandezza umana. Ovviamente non hanno veramente 1000 braccia, in quanto grazie ad un ingegnoso stratagemma c’è una regola matematica buddhista that "arms 40 equals 1000, because each save 25 worlds." Mathematically it seems to me a bullshit, but so be it.

then climbing up a mountain greenery (through endless merry cemetery) we reached the impressive complex of Kiyomizu-dera . Beautiful above the main building with a large veranda overlooking the mountainside. The intense smoke of the incense pot do the rest.

The first day is then finished with visits to the Yasaka Pagoda (and its five floors of softness) and Chion-in , which houses the biggest bell in the Japan (cool eh!). Evening elegant district of Gion and via the station.

The second day we decided to move with the annoying bus available to the city, given that the lines are 2 meters and were designed at random. We first visited a tacky is missing in most Truzzi suburb of Salerno could have been seen. A shogun can not remember the name (nor do I care) has built a villa surrounded by a beautiful park, then plated with gold. Now it looks like a Ferrero Rocher. This is the osannatissimo Kinkaku-ji , also known as "The Golden Pavilion". If you do not believe you Google.

another bus, another adventure, another temple, it is up to Nijo-jo , a castle so to speak, in truth crock 10 homes in the middle of two walled, surrounded by a giardinaccio ill-treated. Interesting is the main hut, which is characterized by the famous "chirping floors", useful to foil attempts on the lives of the Shogun by ninja noiseless (spaccamaroni really make a sound, just imagine dozens of tourists to tread the same time).

last days of the day was the ' Heian-Jingu, a replica of some imperial castle, but reduced by 1 / 3. For additional information sought a good site. Evening instead of in the beautiful suburb Pontocho .

Even Nara is definitely a place worth seeing, if you recast in Japan. Before fixing the country's capital, winds (also smiling) on the side of yet montagnozza Kansai. Honorable mention to the largest wooden building in the world, the Todai-ji , and the whole body including the Ningatsu -do-do and Sangetsu , especially the aerial view of the city and surrounding hills.

For the rest a couple of 5-storey pagoda and a lot of deer.

the evening we were cheered by a country festival, consisting nell'accendere 50,000 candles and place them in every corner of the remote village. The end result was very exciting.

Last day of stalls and shops in the shopping area of Osaka, a kind of scale in Akihabara.

Today, as mentioned, fat and sleep purchase of CDs at low prices. Tomorrow, who knows.

Images Walkin Tile Showers

Japan closes at 5 pm.

Today we got the trek to all the Himeji peooople , Since we woke up late to take an expensive trip among the thousands of temples and a beautiful Kyoto.

Himeji is a charming town at the foot of some mountains which I do not know the name, I just know that we have shot some scenes of "The Last Samurai." For of course I mean a nice town center with residential buildings of at least 10 floors, the envy of Spinaceto gray, but no huge skyscrapers bizarre sponsored by brands and a decent public transport system. One attraction of the place, apart from the surrounding mountains, is the magic Himeji Castle. It stands atop a fortified hill, so dominate the entire surrounding area (as wars and several skirmishes were common until recently, the Land of the Rising Sun.)

feature that makes this monument unique is that it is the only one not destroyed by earthquakes, battles, rains of roasted chestnuts, but we were quickly reassured by a guide who told us that we plan to have two beautiful and functional ultra-modern lifts, stick to - no one knows where - to the castle (remember the absent-minded that it is a building of the '300 and has been listed as World Heritage Site). After the visit to this fascinating complex we headed toward the place where should have been a bus stop that would take him on the aforementioned mountain, but the fearsome 5 pm looming large, so we had to give up, a prey to various smadonnamenti.

why we went in the adjacent park of the castle of Himeji, the Koko-en , dipping in the filthy river piedacci our sacred Stocapperon poisoning and so all their wonderful and sacred carp.

But it's time to go a bit 'back in time, precisely at the time of the journey that has led to our base, or Osaka. Osaka is pretty bad. Tokyo in a kind of small, but with less light and less monuments. The bus-sized Japanese are Japanese, or XXS. I spent most of the trip (night) to try to find a place for human to sleep, taking elbows on the elbow geek in front of me, having had to stretch my legs up to his place to enter into the seat.

The long sleepless night, however, was rewarded by entry into our great room. The area is central, and we found: TV, refrigerator, air conditioner, VCR, microwave, electric cooker, electric kettle, wireless aggratise and yukata (summer kimono, kimono, but I say if they kill me) clean and folded on the bed. And who c'ammazza?

The main attraction here is the castle of Osaka , of course. This structure has the distinction of being rather than looking outside (if you do not notice pacchianaggine some inlaid gold here and there), but was rebuilt in a random, totally different in style from the rest of the building.

The remaining time we spent in the streets used to shopping (and Dotombori Amerika-Mura ) and a stupid little island which lies between the two rivers running through the city ( Nakano-shima), but I will not dwell here as well.

Yesterday, it was the turn of Kobe, with its random subway stations thanks to the many private lines that rage instead of public transport and a bit battered the Maronites' at all .

the most attractive part of the city is certainly the area of the Akashi-Kaiko bridge, the longest suspension bridge in the world (probably not the least interested in, but writing "I saw something longest / largest / fast / light of the world "is cool).

Pleasant also the port area, which includes the Meriken Park and the Kobe Harbour Land , after sunset, with its palaces and its absurd malls bright. Then a walk to Chinatown with dinner Nankinmachi and all at home.

Unfortunately the weather is always very short, so I hope to write again, and - perhaps - in an Italian better next time, maybe that will be directly on my return to Tokyo, when it will pass at least one day with his feet immersed in a vat of water and ice.

Bubble Letters That Say Happy Birthday

new Prime Re-starting

After buying a guide like Encyclopaedia Britannica, one of the dishes they had eaten more fat of the entire planet ( Chashumen: a steak, a roll type pork, noodles and bamboo in a sea of broth, so it seems that a piece of shit, actually is very good) we are ready to leave for Osaka and other neighboring cities.

I have no idea if we can scrounge some wireless connection, or if there will be PCs connected in the hotel, then at most in a week you'll hear from me.

Otherwise, call the police.

vvoi Bella pe!

Explicit Movie Scenes

Report (Part II) Considerations

This was officially the week of the parks, more or less I've seen them all. The first was the ' Gyoen -Higashi (east of the Imperial Palace gardens: the only part open to visitors, because she loves to get right to the Emperor graciously own sprouts). It is a former stronghold of the Emperor Edo era, structured high steps formed by large cubic stone, of course, destroyed and rebuilt several times. The part of the Japanese-style garden is really beautiful, all ponds and bridges, as well as the paths that wind through the city walls. The surprise, however, comes at the end. Where is the amazing mark "Edo Castle" there is an emeritus. There is only the base with a sign saying "here was a time of Edo Castle." Fuck, I might add.

After the visit in this park are passed to the next, separated from the first by a poor jumper. Less beautiful, but also quite impressive (for the fans was the Kitanomaru-koen ).

journeyed I arrived at the Yasukuni Jinja-, once very nice, especially for the long avenue in front, along which are located the greatest torii in Japan ( map ).

the evening visit to the futuristic, futuristic Tokyo International Forum (very peculiar structure, a cross between a whale and a presumed suspended), and then home.

On July 30, big, huge trek throughout Akihabara, the electric town. If you need any thing with at least one circuit, an LED or a switch, this is the place for you. Needless to stay there and then describe a number of shops and stalls with tons of things bright and full of keys.

Thursday but the day started with a quick visit to ' Hanazono-Jinja (yet another temple red) and then on, the National Park -Shinjuku Gyoen . Surely the garden that struck me most from those I've seen, pity that the enormous variety of flowers and trees found there no flourish in the summer (you rightly say, but in winter there are varieties of flowers).

next stop was the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Office , in which 45 th floor you can enjoy an exciting view of the city, finally putting his head out of the tangle of skyscrapers that distinguishes Shinjuku (including Suppostone and Building the Playstation, also said Sompa). Then, after discarding cleverly Sompa Japan Museum of Art (I wanted to go, I swear, but the exhibition held in these days was something like "The joy of experiencing the world through the naive paintings of two guys: I did not), I beached the Shinjuku Chuo Koen , a park nearby, to rest my battered feet.

Today trip to Ueno with Amanda, Henry and Joan, his huge park full of lotuses, the temple of the fox and the sweet potato ice cream. Honorable mention must be made for the ' Ameyoko Arcade, a road that was built after World War II the city's black market, but now houses the stalls of the strangest foods, including dried seaweed stink and huge tentacles of some species of octopus to eat raw red (!). One thing revolting.

When I get a little 'time to post some photos, or at least I try.

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scattered

This city really has the power to alienate them. The spaces are reduced to a minimum, the time is eternally frantic. Have dinner becomes something to be done in the shortest possible time swallowing what is in front of him without ever looking up from the plate.

The city is a shapeless swarm of people, which winds between the massive street lighting, as in - a few - streets lit only by light of a few lanterns. It 'like being inside a giant anthill, where everyone is thrown together in search of their destination, the flow apparently seems random, but you feel that there is a design collective beyond appearance. As in an anthill, for the note.

Looking good the Japanese are very alone. In places like the subway, in restaurants as in pachinko, everyone will probably think about what to do next. It 's rare to see them turn down the street in pairs, or talk during the long trip underground. The metro in particular is the place for the nap - even standing - and those few who read manga do not sleep or spend hours hacking away at their mobile phones decaband-multifunctional-Extrapower, writing email, reading newspapers or watching movies. No wonder he had to put the anti-suicide barriers in the metro, since you threw like lemmings.

Indeed after a few days to observe this life also finds himself a Westerner to make their own gestures, almost without thinking: bow your head when you say "thanks" line up on the left side of the escalator to move people that invariably in a hurry, walking in the right line of the road. I do not know whether it is an unconscious impulse or is it a problem of induced conformation.

As for the heading " The strange habits of our Japanese friends " we can see that:

• and 'no smoking on the street and outside, except in very few scattered for Smoking Areas city, but in public places (indoors) there is no ban, so all in fun sfumacchiano although there are old people and children at the next table
• E 'extremely rude to blow your nose, but do not spit or to sgracchiare land-style players, and stop before one nostril then the other
• The Japanese men seem to have extreme care of their hair, but the results are always more than painful. For this there are teased hair, Japan
• The Japanese however, are terrified by the sun, so that many of them leave home, dress more in the middle of winter, with lots of gloves to above the elbow, umbrellas laced (even though the weather is cloudy), or gaudy goggles worthy of the most daring welder Pakistani
• Never ask for information to a Japanese: you could wait for hours, while with one hand indicates the map, with another name a friend giving directions to get himself and another (?) search on the internet the way on Google Earth (all because they can not say that one does not know what you stracazzo).

the next episode!

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Well, time is running out, and then proceed with a quick list of what I did in my short experience here in Tokyo:

the evening of arrival are was conducted in Shibuya, one of the hearts pulsating light in the city evening this area is teeming with all sorts of characters, neon signs make the sky gray and the people rather than euphoric. The main square is a kind of Piccadilly Circus to the nth degree, with tall buildings and huge screens everywhere. Saturday but it was the turn of Asakusa with its reddish two temples and hundreds of people flock to inhale fumes from strange as strange cauldrons - 2 photos

and so on), others by choice (and to think that a piece of Ikea last century). In the evening we instead amusements with a couple of hours of fireworks in the middle of a half million Japanese who were ecstatic, "ooooh!" Every explosion - picture 2 - picture 3 from clipboard:
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at London there is a "multi-faith room" idea is not interesting if it were only an empty room with a rug (or maybe it was just a different color carpet) and sedioline. From the series "if you want to entrust your god before starting the journey, arrangiatevi. Rightly, however, embedded in the wall there is a huge plasma screen (directly opposite the position of the followers) which follow one another in times for departures and gates, otherwise you run the risk that by going into a mystical crisis, one will forget.

However, apart from the purely materialistic aspect, is an idea after all fine, although I do not think there has ever entered anyone. In the 6 hours that will stay here to grow, sometimes I'll go check.

Among other things, the screener with the baggage X-ray machine check-in is Muslim. Incredibly, given the paranoia of these people after the bombing of London.

a beautiful thing.

- For the record, un’ora dopo sono tornato nella mistica stanza e sono stato subito smentito: c’erano due fedeli, uno probabilmente cristiano e una probabilmente di qualche altra religione, debitamente distanziati da   due file di posti. Ah, la multiculturalità (?!).  

 

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Exhausted to ambulate on three floors of shops, banquets, stands for any in goods (one could even win a Ferrari 360 Modena or an Audi R8), decide to entrust to an elderly shop assistant shop for smokers, to solve the problems of my heuristic (and much stiffer) research.

His response was somewhat unusual:

"A pen? Just a pen? "* Gestures with hands pointing to a long, narrow cylinder *

" Oh yes, my plane exploded ... " "Ah, so only a pen ..." * confused * rather

Indeed the place was full of pens, there was also a stand of Mont Blanc as big as my house, and another little more small, and so on. The only thing missing was the simple and classic biro (perhaps the only ones that would be saved from the cabin pressure, not using gel or liquid ink).

In short, the moral of the story we have only a small shop in the famous Terminal 5 at Heathrow (which is undermining the Big Ben from the top attractions of the British, hence the saying London hilarious "all roads

lead to Terminal 5 "

and booklets that will show all the attractions of the place K), there are the normal ones - must be at least

-grip ultra, mega or super-design -sliding - the beauty and cost of 3 € (Exchange rate and no taxes). It will not work.

;

To return to the present some considerations about these first 24 hours in Tokyo:

Tokyo is very gray and cold in most areas, in other c ' is so much light and so many people seem to Disneyland in high season

The Japanese have very specific posture, in addition to walk very bad boys always bring at 10.10 feet, females made up their legs converging from the knee down The police gloves Mickey Mouse and Goofy physique (to stay in the Disneyland theme) is not true that there are all these skyscrapers are all concentrated in one part of the city, apparently also not true that there is a pachinko at every street corner, but they are just noisy are depicted as regret the climate of Rome, and that's saying something

Here is a typical example of vigorous law enforcement officers Nipponese.

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Lu turista 'mericanu e lu piscaturi sicilianu...



A boat docked in a small Sicilian village. An American tourist complimented a Sicilian fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

"Pocu tempu," answered the Sicilian. "Not very long."

"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.

The Sicilian explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

"À la mattina sta curcatu tardu, poi mi ni va piscari antichia, iuco cun li figghi mii, e in pomoriggiu fazzu 'na siesta cun la mugghieri. À la sira, vaiu in villaggiu pir virirri i mii amici, bivemu 'na pocu bicchieri di vinu, sunamu la chitarra, e cantamu 'na pocu canzuni. Aiu 'na vita bona." the Sicilian responds, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife in the afternoon. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life."

The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."

"E doppu chistu?" asked the Sicilian, "And after that?"

"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Palermo, Rome, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."

"E quantu tempu ci bisogna pir fari tuttu chistu?" asked the Sicilian, "How long would that take to do all that?"

"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.

"Vinti cinc'anni! E doppu?"

"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"

"Miliuni? Davveru? E doppu chistu?" asked the Sicilian, "Millions? Really? And after that?"

"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."

The Sicilian fisherman laughed and walked away carrying his fish home.

The moral of the story: Sali metticini in 'na visazza, conzala as you want and always Cucuzza.

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È chiddu chi è


chiddu is who he is!
puis written so far by Russian Annette Deveaux

chiddu is who he is, is
Almenu chistu chiddu who discinu,
Campamu cun fascemu who choose them. But who loves what
headlights of them who choose fascemu
Amu capitatu erruri a sulu?
First, chiddu who loves lighthouses' na walk,
Si tu cunsumari makes them a disease, you loose iri lu urgugliu. Then
necessariu of truvari 'na pir superari fashion,
Cun chistu tipu of spiritu,
Nun sulu you stortu little dormice. Before
chi tu lu cunusci,
T'a fari ‘na passegiata,
Li nuvuli chi 'na vuota ti cupértanu,
Si ni vannu prestu.
L’iurni avanti diventanu cchiu luminusi,
E lu spiritu chi tu teni ava esseri cchiu liggeru.

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traduttu in sicilianu da D. Orlando
Chistu era 'na gran puisia scritta da Annette Russo Deveaux, cugina di mii cugini. Era un cuincidenza chi l'uriginali era mannatu a mia via email. La sua puisia era scrittu in inglisi, e quannu lu liggivi iu viti na cosa quassi stessu comu li pruverbi di mi Ziu Filippu Russo e di mi patri Salvatore Orlando. "É chiddu chi é" cummincia cun lu fatalismu of "u muluni and Cucuzza," but Puetia Russo Annette Deveaux is discenu puis those who cun its kind, is lu destinu Nostru canciari bit. Brava!

Click pir truvari still puis Annette Russo Deveaux (in Inglis).

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U muluni e la cucuzza...


PHILIP RUSSO
March 24, 1927 - March 15, 2008
I Ziu Filippu Muriu sabatu passatu lu, lu before Duminica of Palmi. There sunnu by so many of ricurdari Iddu, pirce ziu I was a omu bunissimu of so many. Pir Vidiri situ who iu a tax pir Ziu Filippu, go ICCA (in Inglis).

Ste'nata parratu to cu on figghiu I cuginu Joe. Iddu And I said, 'Who do righteous story na lu disideriu di scriviri in chistu blog Cucuzza dopu tanti missi di scriviri pocu o nenti.

Mi cuginu mi dissi chi a l’ultimi simani di la vita di su patri, mi Ziu Filippu ci disceva assai cosi di lu nostru paisi di Balestrate e di cosi siciliani in particulari. Unu di li sui cusuzzi era un anticu pruverbu chi simmighiava lu pruverbu di mi patri, chiddu di la cucuzza - chi mi ha ispiratu lu nomu di chistu blog.

Lu pruverba di mi patri, Salvatore Orlando , era: “Sali metticini in ‘na visazza, conzala come vuoi e sempri cucuzza.”

Lu pruverbu di mi ziu, Philip Russo , era: “Quannu vai al negozziu pir scigliari un muluni d’acqua, si po tuccari e si po sciarrari, ma in finu dopu si porta a casa, e quannu lu tagghi e si apri, chi si sapi si è veramentu russu e duci.”

Li dui diversi pruverbi discinu la stessa cosa - chi in la vita e in tuttu chi potemu fari, ce sempri in fini lu gran Destinu!

L'hu truvatu ironicu chi tutti dui pruverbi parranu di cugini di la stessa famigghia di virdura: u muluni d’acqua e la cucuzza!

Li nostri patri, Ziu Filippu e Salvatore pighiavanu tantu di la terra, nun sulu cosi di mangiari, ma anchi cosi chi ni fannu pensari.

- Dominic Orlando