Our body, what his it? Who is it? What’s the importance of it? What are we supposed to do with it/him/her (whether we are considering it as if it were male or female? Why do we have such 'thing'?

I've actually spent an entire sleepless night thinking it over. Truth is, it does affect our everyday life; seems to me though, that people don't care neither they realise the utility of this means, going somewhat like mumbling '..right, ok, so what is it?...what am I supposed to do with it?...' and i hate to say so, but they seem like carrying their ass along just because they have to, just for the sake of it!

I figured its our tool, it could be the key to make our way thru most of the time, now, some of you might even take this literally, not quite wrong in the end.
It's your passport, the one that never expires, don't think it will when you get old, cause it don't. That would be still our body, even if your skin s no longer intact, your hair is falling out, or whether you have tattooes or whatever it has on it (you might've learned to trade youth for wisdom...)

You basically do everything with it evryday, but you never take a close look at you from the outside (as though you were another guy, and see it). You paint with it, you dance with it, you play with it when you swing and you go to concerts, you work with it, especially you do talk with all kinds of body language to others. And you don't realize!

Now, I know little about body language so I won't get into to it.

How come we're so blind?

When I see a girl dancing (perhaps in a club), it gives me some wild feeling, to me that is the idea of wildness, when she shakes the way she shakes. Energy flowing, power everywhere, all around, and you can feel it, its in the air.

Our body, our deeper inside.

The deepest ocean, the secrets within, all our feelings, our infinite emotions, the slightest differences like shades, those of a rainbow and more. Buried thoughts, secret whisper, shadows crawling, sudden fear, anger and joy, tears and sunshine. All of this and a whole lot more.

Body. That’s where it would all reside.

Body, the shape of perfection, whether perfection could ever have one. But in our dreams we do give perfection a shape and a colour, and a name.

Our body could be our fifth element, this is my opinion, our own personal element, the one that we use for social activities, fun, recreation, working experiences, travel, loving, building, speaking, telling stories to our kids, making art and you can continue the list if you feel like…yet, there’s a whole lot more to say about it.

I am not much an advocate for travelling, and I observe that men run away to other countries because they are not good in their own, and run back to their own because they pass for nothing in the new places. For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?

I have been quoted as saying captious things about travel; but I mean to do justice. I think there is a restlessness in ouir people, which argues want of character.

All educated Americans, first or last, go to Europe;-perhaps because that's their mental home, as the invalid habits of this country might suggest.
An eminent teacher of girls said, 'The idea of a girl's education is, whatever qualifies them for going to Europe.'

Can we never extract this tape-worm of Europe from the brain of our countrymen? One sees very well what their fate must be. He that does not fill a place at home, cannot abroad. He only goes there to hide his insignificance in a larger crowd. You do not think you will find anything there which you have not seen at home? The stuff of all countries is just the same. Do you suppose there is any country where they do not scald milkpans, and swaddle the infants, and burn the brushwood, and broil the fish?

What is true anywhere is true everywhere.

And let him go where he will, he can only find so much beauty or worth as he carries.

Of course, for some men, travel may be useful.

This is my adventure the one I experienced in Croatia, one week, from july the 24th till august the 2nd, one week, all sorts of events, good and bad, i thank all the people either ways...and to all of you out there, well i hope ya get to read this as some pages I wrote during livin' the whole thing, obviously this is... part of my life.

You may want to know more or ask me things, in that case I'd be happy to answer you back, basically there are no hidden parts of the truth and this is MY-PERSONAL- experience, some people could feel offended by its content, in that case, it's not my fault or otherwise we c'n talk about flowers and birds next time....

This is a sort of diary...

I left Italy july the 24th, sailed from Ancona, after visiting my good friends from Senigallia, I left at 9 pm got there early in the morning at 7, i left w/ sum thoughts on my mind, needless to say i left loaded on beer...

7/ 25
I still remember this day. I got off at the harbour, went thru the station at 7 am. As I got there it was as my brother descibed the scene. old guys asking "do you need accomodation?" the serbian girl, can't remember her name, the one i met on the ferry was kind and helped n getting a translation/explanation and i was there to pick the best offer. I met a guy from Chile, Rodrigo, he wasn't plannin to stay but somehow this lady really insisted, we resisetd and from 250 'kuna' we got a 100 kuna price apartment room. after that 2 German guys (boy & girl) came along so it was the 4 of us.

The house was perfect. So clean, such a wonderful view. We (me and my buddy) went to eat this restaurant-the Fife-crazy meal, we ate likr roman emperors, we ate like latin people.

After this we went to the beach, a normal, common beach, nothing particular.

Night we went dancin' at this place where it wsas like 20 guys dancin' all around one chick and the girls, needless to say were dressed like whores.

7/26
this night we went to this crazy place, bacvice area, same place as last night, we went all 4 (Germans too) all I coyuld remember was me & Rodrigo dancin' and it took us like almost all night, such fun, especially remeber dancin' something like 1hr nonstop, no bullshit never ever slowin' down and all the rest dancin' with no style and eyes all upon us. Cos we were crazy, we were in the mood, we had it in the blood.

A lady, about 40, came around, wanted to dance w/ me stayed there cupl o'minutes then went, sent me a kiss then left, fun! (that's R'N R!)
All i remember i was a slave to the rhythm.

Today, this evening, it was the day of the rip off at t he restaurant we went yesterday but don't wanna talk about that.

7/27
So, our last day in split. Germans left too. We went to the beach (Rodrigo and me). this beach was perfect. Better than the other one. Place called Bene, which means good in Italian. we met Ana & Ana and we had lot o'fun. (And they were hot!) But we are friends, not 'friends'.
we laughed a lot, still remember.

After all this we took a shower, left. in the evening our ferry sailed away. We played some stupid jokes in the ferry, on the<deck where we were, I have a picutre or two about that moment.
I really laughed my ass off w/ Rodrigo that night.

7/28
this morning we got to Rijeka, where theres absolutely nuthing to see. Nothing! I mean nothing. when u arrive, you get off the ship, take a look at the harbour, which is of course not even a pleasant view and then you're done, cos there's nothing else there.

But of course I got there to follow my mate and for his departure. we went for breakfast then headed to the bus station. I was going to Pula (Pola back in the old days when that was Italian territory) while my friend was going to the highway, hitchhiking his way back to get to Ljubliana, Slovenia from where he would've got to catch a ferry 4 Poland (and then Sweden, back home).

Alone, I wasn't that happy cos I missed the company and all the benefits I got from it, alone, I was happy on the other hand cos it was my plan from the very beginning, I had to find my own way. (I might be a lil' a contraddiction if I say so but that's me).
Even though you got ytour own schedule and don' t have to plan things outt toghether w/ someone else it's the toughest.

i went there but always feeling as a foreigner, i really didn't want to feel that way cuz wehn I travel i hate to act as a tourist I rather wanna feel like part of the culture/people of where i am. in this case I was always feeling like a social misfit 4 some strange reason (some strange reason not so strange at all, just stoopid in the end).

7/29
Yesterday, friday, after the Pula beach i just went straight to Zagreb (Capitol) and found a cheap hostel, the guys o'er there were good. I met these people I shared the room with, boys from Canada and England. We hung out last night, went to the casino. (Im not an addicted, actually was the first time i went to).

Today I spent all the fuckin' day walking.
Morning i went to town, do some pics (not that much to see, but now seems like I'm complaining and I don't want to).

I got back and one of the guys from Canada didn't go with the others. actually he was on his own while the other three (2 UK, 1 CAN) were travelling toghether.
So afternoon we deciced to go the lake; we almost got there when it started raining, thunder and lightning, almost hailed. we were soaked, barely got shelter ended up going back to the hostel.
But when I think back on it I don't think of this as something bad, I remember positive aspects of it, this guy was damn cool and hope to keep in touch w/ him and this whole afternnoon/evening has been an experience.

Good or bad i pack it up and take it with me.

7/30
I left early this morning w/ my friend Grant, the one from Vancouver and thanx to him and his ISIC card (Im not a student any longer) I got a special discount on my train ticket (cuz im Italian). At the station we took separated ways, it was really fun stayin' w/ him.

My feeling travelling with me all the Way back to Split was kinda like a candle held with a flame burning through the dark. hope. My hope was for a positive condition. thinking to myself i wanna be good at least in this city cos when i firsdt got here it was quite good to me... Actually when i got there it sort of eased my mind a little bit but not that much; maybe I was asking too much. I always had some worries following right beside me I could nt really get rid of.

Only the sound of the Spanish guys talking could, in that case, really make me feel at home more than the Italian (cos those sounded more like tourist kids..); so when I heard I always went for, stopped them and started a lil' conversation with 'em, half Spanish, half Italian but of course its almost the same language already, so ya don't ,mind that, lol!

i still thank those folkes 4 saving me from getting buried by another language/culture, the croatian/slavian which i dont belong to.

Sunday evening i decided to go to the theatre to meet one of my (only) friends, Ana, ballerina, who works there. I went and of course no one was there, no one ever heard of her. it was really as if someone was telling me "you shouldn't stay, not even one more day".

I went from the Diocletian palace to the Croatian National theatrre I asked about this girl and they said she was not there, I left, two steps out the door, she came running after me and invited me in; it was one ray of light, but i didnt see quite few in my whole trip.

After show, buffet and thinking of making it my last night.

7/31
No, Im sorry I couldn't make it one more day. I would have loved to see these fun guys, (they were about to come visit in Split...) Andy, Al and the other canadian (can't remember his name, had like a jewish name). but I really didn't make it. I had to get back.

So i slept in the park, morning sun came (but I seemed to see none), packed my shit, moved along.
Seems to be i saw too many things goin' the wrong way, i tried to put up w/ all those, i tried to be strong hell, always something in my voice you could tell i was in the wrong place. Nothing's puttin' a smile on my face.

Its always been like that 4 me: when it's all wrong I try to face the fact they're not wrong, they can't be, problem's w/ me.
I went to the beach, stayed there for hours, thesame place where i used to stay 4 days ago with my friend and all I could remember were beautiful chicks (and especially young people) now all i could see was old and all the time complaining people. Always, always talking the fuckin' language I almost felt as if I should've gone right up to 'em to say: "Stop, stop it please, I can't take it no more, please try to talk Italian or English or something...I am begging you.."

I had a hunch or something, a weird feeling in the middle of my chest i had to leave this land; people's so unpolite, i feel the threat sometimes, they look at me in the eyes, I feel that this coyuld be a jungle.

If there wasn't anyone around I would be scared of what could happen to my ass.

Something mad in their eyes, something crazy you could really define, something creepy.
And to look at them and see all their patriotism, their nationalism...I mean at the corner of the streets you could see people sellin' those tshirts, caps, flags, even towells lol!
we have them too in Italy, but of course not that much and plus those kinda things are for the tourist, lol!

I don't mean a lot, i mean at least a lil', you are disturbed...those guys must be fuckin' insane...

I secretly got tagged by Ang, she's very secretive indeed...so here's 8 secret things about me I will say...

-I love music in all it's aspects and always have to feel the 'rhythm' all the time, when I walk I wanna feel the rhythm of those steps of mine, when it's me or anybody else talking I wanna feel that rhythm even in the way they say it and so on...

-Fire is one of the most incredible things, I love every single aspect of it, definitely my fav element; its fire that keeps us alive and what makes us burn so intensely

-I like to be (seen as) the sort of old fashioned gentle man, kinda like the 19th century poet lol always acting w/ nice manners, polite. Always always wanna do that with the ladies, of all ages. I like to be gentle w/ evryone. It really makes me feel as if Im a good person.

-Music. Generally put on some tuff ruff stuff before goin' out at at night, the music I listen to in that case's s'posed to be kind of heavy I'd say, metal or 80's metal, even some times depending on the mood...

-I gave up some bad habits i used to have in the past...now Im just a high on life

-'Christiane F.' is my fav book I've ever read so far

-I sometimes write down what has happened to me, and especially have a notebook to express my best thoghts, always good when I get to turn some o' those into songs... they're all experineces of life!

-I feel like a cowboy, but I feel like an indian too sometimes cus basically i am the two things in one.

I got this from a dear friend of mine and this is reeeeally interesting!

Take your time with this test and you will be amazed. I did this last year when this came around and a spiritual wish I made did happen - in fact all year long.

The Dalai Lama sugg ests you read it to see if it works for you. Very Interesting.

Just 4 questions and the answers will surprise you.

Be honest and do not cheat by looking up the answers. The mind is like a parachute, it works best when it is opened. This is fun to do, but you have to follow the instructions very closely. Do not cheat.

MAKE A WISH BEFORE BEGINNING THE TEST!

A warning! Answer the questions as you go along. There are only 4 questions and if you see them all before finishing, you will not have honest results.

Go down slowly, and complete each exercise as you scroll down.

Don't look ahead. Get pencil and paper to write your answers as you go along.

You will need it at the end. This is an honest questionnaire which will tell you a lot about your true self. Give an answer for each item. The first thing that comes to mind is usually your best answer.








( 1) Put the following 5 animals in the order of your preference:





Cow, Tiger, Sheep, Horse, Pig













( 2 ) Write one word that describes each one of the following: Dog, Cat, Rat, Coffee, Sea.
















( 3 ) Think of someone, who also knows you and is important to you, which you
can relate them to the following colors. Do not repeat your answer twice.
Name just one person for each color:

Yellow , Orange, Red, White, Green.
















( 4 ) Finally, write down your favorite number, and your favorite day of the
week.

FINISHED? Please be sure that your answers are what you REALLY WANT.










Look at the interpretations below: But first before continuing,
REPEAT your wish.

























ANSWERS:


(1 ) This will define your priorities in your life.

Cow Signifies CAREER

Tiger Signifies PRIDE

Sheep Signifies LOVE

Horse Signifies FAMILY

Pig Signifies MONEY




(2 ) Your description of dog implies your own personality.

Your description of cat implies the personality of your partner.

Your description of rat implies the personality of your enemies.

Your description of coffee is how you interpret sex.

Your description of the sea implies your own life.

( 3 ) Yellow: Someone you will never forget
Orange: Someone you consider your true friend

Red: Someone that you really love

White: Your twin soul

Green: Someone that you will remember for the rest of your life




4 ) You have to send this message to as many persons as your favorite number
and your wish will come true on the day that you recorded.



This is what the Dalai Lama has said about the Millennium - just take a few seconds to look it up, read it and think.

Do not put away this message, the mantra will come out from your hands in the next 96 hours. You will have a very pleasant surprise.

This is true, even if you are not superstitious.

Basically i did my thesis on this subject on and as i 'performed it' it turned to be something really awesome, yes I could even say i am a little bit cocky...but that s the way it goes. Since the age of three probably I can say i was a really artistic child and always focused my attention on the drawing, painting, singing, creating, etc., always kept training my skills and did the proper studies, now at the age of 24 as i look at myself in the mirror i discover myself probably a littel more into the so called 'left brain activities'...writing most of all and using words to describe things and explain my inner passion. I could go on forever saying that 4 me its kinda like a struggle, I don't know who'll make it and the others have to judge me (its always been that way no matter what i've been doing because that's the way i like it). I feel like Im always doing those crazy things though, with friends, with the crazy people and there ain't a way to change me. I could never act as a so called normal dude, I even miss the meaning of the word 'normal' really don'ìt make sense to me lol! Any way i believe it's so important to be both, to have the creative point of view (and 4 those who are very fortunate the genius inside) and to have things undercontroll too doing things with order and so on. You might have heard of things like right side hemisphere is all about drawing, painting, dancing, immmagination, dreaming, passion, art...and left sid instead is about logical activities, counting, speaking, maths, science, etc..music can be a logical activity considered it's metholodoly and the mathematics within it, though even as right side of the brain thing cos of it's wildness, creativity, illogical, unexpected, crazy weird aspects. people that give you nice descriptions of st might have a very well use of their left part of the brain, nevertheless the ones that can make us immagine a picture in front of us w/ a very immaginative and creative story (or especially w/ a drawing) should be more using the other hemisphere. The left hemisphere commands the right part of our body and the other way round, R to L, we can all notice that it's not that we use only one. In our brain there's a strange combination that seems to work, it'll take us forever to understand it!

take your time and come over to do this test:

www.web-us.com/brain/braindominance.htm

my results:

Which Side Do You Use?

You responded as a right brained person to 9 questions, and you responded as a left brained person to 9questions. According to the Hemispheric Dominance test, you use your left brain the most. The summary briefly describes your dominance type. Remember, this only represents half of the picture. After you read the description, click on the link at the bottom of the page to find out how to use this information to improve your study strategies. Do not forget to print your results, if your instructor has requested you to do so.

Type of Cognitive Processing
Brief Description

Linear Processing information from part to whole; in a straight forward logical progression.
Sequential Processing information in order from first to last.
Symbolic Processes symbols an pictures; likes to use letters, words and mathematical symbols.
Intuitive Processes information based on whether or not it feels right know answer but not sure how it was derived.
Verbal Processes thoughts and ideas with words.
Fantasy-Oriented Processes information with creativity; less focus on rules and regulations

...at least they say! Looks like most of the people gets ready to live summer out in the way they never did live the remaining 3 seasons of the year...sucking life's nectar! Well, honestly, i think we should live our entire lives like that, dig!?! Anyway, it's getting near i still don't know about my plans, BUT, at least i got goals. I may wanna work a little bit and probably this will be abroad, or otherwise I'd be doing 'small things' for my school, the Accademia Italiana: there is a summer course comin' up. I may wanna spend the spare time travelling around, in Europe a little bit, but I dunno...I'll be starting sumething new in september, a new course, i'll be teaching English to Italian students, so maybe i shouldn't even worry, take it easy w/ no stress in the middle of my chest and that's the way it goes...try to get a demo done, (or at least a couple o' songs) if possible, it's a must, just cross my fingers and start workin' hard, (hell, yeah i should, after been writing tons of songs for all this time). So I'll be luvin' it!!!

So probably I still don't even know what this means, probably somethin' serious, my brother just got married this weekend...so young (almost 27), so soon, so great, so out of nowhere. This happened in Perugia and all of us -the family-was there. It was a sort of civil wedding, not a "real" ceremony as most of us intend, a short act and the major there to give her blessing, i might be unsensitive if i say all this but I definetly expected something more, it's not that im not happy, Im happy if my big brother is, so. It was quite unexpected but looked like they've been talking a lot about this, specially to give the bride, a pakistan citizen, the italian citizenship.
Conseguences: I hope i will not lose my brother, the good times, the laughter and his amazing 'English' humour on comments and our topics. This is probably the one thing Im a little scared of. I don't want him to become someone else with his marriage, I don't want him to become a 'serious' working man with a lot of responsability, I'd just always wanna have my big brother beside me, cos he helps me in the times of sorrow or even when i just don't wanna go do things by my own, cos i can't handle them that way. I'm afraid of losing this and that there won't be an 'easy way out'. My brother Timothy is my brother, the only one bigger than me I have, no one's taking his place, ill always be proud of him, as a friend and as my bro, and the things he does, of course am also proud of his marriage. Unfortunatly my camera's batteries after sum pics went down and I been left with almost niothing, after that I even forgoot the cable in my mom's place. Still waiting 4 other pictures to upload.
W gli sposi!! (means congrats to the married couple in Italian!)

I am a lot of different people all together and all at once, I am my friends, my family, my parents, I am the best the best girls I've met in my life, like the ones that really blew me away, I am the wind that used to blow in my hair along the track, the fire that kept me warm at night, the smile of my mother and the touch of her hand, the strong voice of my dad, the persistance, the wildness and the craziness of my own, the colours of the ocean I used to live near to, while I was a young kid, the safe blue New Zealand sky, the red sand of Australia, the scottish green grass I've walked upon, but even the clouds and stormy weather of the nation, nevertheless the sun that shines in Italy. I am the people I've talked with, my teachers, even if I don't like it, the eyes I've stared into, the kisses i tasted, the hearts I broke, I am all this and of course the opposite of it all.

the title probably has nothing to do with the picture, but sometimes its good to have things like that, kinda be in touch with your mood. The truth is that everyone's supposed to see somethig different in it, so go on...

I was in Rome, at this time and studying for these exams I just had, but in a moment when my mind wasn't really on it... it's just because in that time got a lot of ideas for lyrics of some songs I've been playing by my self . She was incredible, made me really write a lot. Alot of good things, a lot of abnormal things, a lot of sad things, a lot of trash things.
Here I am in my bedroom,body, mind, I just don't know where it is, I will never forget her through all the good times and the bad ones