Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Congratulazioni! E' un bel maschietto!

che bello eh!?
finalmente questo e' quello che hanno partorito gli italiani alle elezioni, dopo un travaglio lungo, sofferto, faticoso e difficile...
un bel maschietto! ma, ma... orrore! il feto e' nato morto!

Risultati Camera

Risultati Senato

Il Nuovo Millennio Avanza

il deluso dalla politica dice: rossi e neri tutti uguali, rossi e neri tutti uguali...
ce lo meritiamo proprio alberto sordi! ops berlusconi!
adesso mi aspetto solo di veder la mia bella pescara adorna di bandiere nere e azzurre (non quelle dell'inter sia chiaro...) e magari la rinomineranno pure "pesconia" o "d'annunziaria", chesso'?
in questo giorno di profonda costernazione per la nascita di un bambino morto (chissa' cosa dira' ratzinger Z... aspettiamo solo una sua peerla)
Vi invio i miei piu' rispettosi riguardi


Italian Elections

what? what makes me so angry? whaaat? click Here and Here

Errare e' umano, ma perseverare e' diabolico...

i have just received an sms. i was trying to set up a Wireless Internet connection, so i didn't pay attention to that, promising to myself that i would read it when i would finish or just before going to sleep. anyway, what could be of so important? most of the messages i receive are stupid jokes or reminders from Etisalat…
then i've checked my phone just because i received another sms right after. the first one was from Mr. K., saying:
برلسكوني يقترب من الفوز بالانتخبات الإيطالية و اليسار يقر بالهزيمة
in other words: Berlusconi is about to win the Italian elections and the Left recognize the defeat.
so, here it is: Italians never learn… this people should be beaten to death with a spiky chain, then their corpses should be seized in small pieces and set on fire and the ashes spread on a desert island so that they cannot contaminate normal human beings. this is what my mercy decreed for them. Amen.

At least...


it's 23.22 and i've just finished reading Girls of Riyadh and i'm happy with it. i swear in these 2 days i couldn't stop from reading it and having contrasting feelings about it.
i advice reading it to all girls thinking that they are the ones who have been hurt… at least we have a word to say about our future husbands. at least we can choose and marry someone that we love. at least we have the right to make mistakes and be hurt on our own behalf.
i have been Gamrah, who loves someone who's cheating on her while being married to her and has no guts to tell her. i have been Michelle, refused by the family of her beloved because she's not a real Saudi, because her mom is American, because she doesn't come from a famous tribe, basically because she's strong, independent and unconventional. i have been (and probably still being) Sadeem, waiting ages for a man who at the end drop her not to break the conventions of society and not to ruin his political career. but i'm still dreaming that this man will rise once and would tell me that he loves me… Insha'llah.
i hope i will be Lamees, who finds and marries her real love and is perfectly satisfied from her life with him. Period.
Nothing else matters.