tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-286145772023-03-15T12:42:59.864+01:00sashahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15450487754760505545noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28614577.post-1151519634311461852006-06-28T20:11:00.000+02:002006-06-28T20:33:54.326+02:00

I am disappointed. I was reading that site I linked to about Tristan Jones (no, I'm not linking again! go find it, you lazy ones!), and I found out that the adventures he described in his books are not true... at least, not entirely.I spent a week fantasizing about his life! I feel cheated!Like buying a wonderful lemon tree, full of shiny yellow lemons, only to find out that they were stapled to

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Good evening, darlings! How are you all?I have to report a remarkable change in mood from the past few days: I am happy.I finally could spend two days in the countryside with A - which we needed both as individuals and as a couple - my boss was in the office all day and I had fun working with him... in short, things are going well.First of all, the countryside. We spent the laziest days I could

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I'm reading a book (hardly surprising, since I read every time I have a minute to spare...)The book I'm currently reading and I want to share with you tonight is particular; it's a sailor's story. Not one of those modern sailors who travel in hyper-technological boats around the South Pole in record time - Pete Goss is a good example - no... just a plain, old-fashioned sailor around the world,

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Hello darlings!I'm back after a weekend break from more or less everything, including blogging and my mental sanity (or what's left of it).Given that my foul mood did not subside as I would have liked it to, I thought it was better not to bother you. BUT, since I'm extremely generous and maybe someone out there actually cares, here's a brief (???) recap:On Friday night I fought with my dad over

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I'm a bit on the down side today, so expect a rather depressing post. Feel free to avoid it like bubonic plague, never come to my blog again and condemn it to telematic oblivion (but remember you will be held accountable for my eventual breakdown. I'll come again as a recurring nightmare to make your navigation miserable! Where can I find a bedsheet and chains to render my appearances more

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To cheer you up after the boring description of my first day in the new office, my dearest, I decided to offer you another piece of the puzzle that is Sasha. Another element to know me and maybe understand a little more about who I am.This is the mirror collection I wrote about some time ago. It's still in progress, and I have no intention of stopping it before the whole wall and the adjacent

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First day today. I was very nervous when I arrived this morning, I expected some kind of frenzied, super-efficient office with people typing furiously and extremely difficult and involute documents being produced, translated, circulated and thoroughly analyzed.I had been described extreme pressure, endless challenges and continuous intellectual progresses.As you probably understood, it was not

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Oh, engineer,You who have kept me endless hours in the officeto write, copy, rewrite, cancel and write againYou who have made me bookpersonal holidays, medical exams and partiesYou for whom I have made a thousand coffeesand a million phone calls...no, I can't make it. Engineers and poetry really don't go together. I wanted to draft a superb post, that would make every poet out there proud of me,

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I bought a CD.It's one of those new age relaxing things, containing only the sound of water. The sea, waterfalls, rain, you name it. All kinds of water and just water.I can't play it because my cat is afraid of thunder.

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Hello hello hello there!Sorry I haven't been writing for a few days, but sometimes life gets in the way (and blogger was not working last night, so my inspiration died on the spot. I have never been able to prepare posts in advance and save them, I only just write on the spur of the moment. Does this make me a terrible blogger? Will I never write a bestselling book? I can live with that, I think)

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The time has come. It's a difficult task, but I have to do it. I knew the time would come and I know I'll feel better afterwards, so I might just take this load off my chest. I have to confess...I so much wish I was born a sailor. ;-)You know, one of those 19-century sailors with a striped tee and golden earrings who would sail all over the world with Magellan or some other mighty explorer, and

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I had a very interesting experience today, sweeties...I woke up at 7 as usual (poor me!) and suddenly realized that I had forgotten to buy coffee. Yes, a self-confessed caffeine junkie like me, that more than once even thought about the possibility of tattooing the caffeine molecule on my innocent calf! I was deeply ashamed...I drank my horrible decaf and resignedly headed towards the nearest bar

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Hi sweeties! How are you today?Last night I saw The Da Vinci Code. I must confess it did not entirely convince me, although technically it is a really beautiful movie. Photography is excellent, and we all know Ron Howard knows perfectly well how to make a blockbuster movie.The only problem is that.. let's be gentle... it's just not interesting.It's not a good thriller (all the "unexpected" twists

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Can anyone explain to me how to add a category to the right sidebar, in order to add some text I want to be visible on the page?I've only just begun studying HTML (Yes, I'm a geek in progress) and this is way too much for my limited knowledge...ARGH !!!!!!!

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A few days ago the ever-brilliant Cotton-pickin' days featured a very very interesting list. I must admit it, I am a sucker for lists... This one in particular quite intrigued me, so here come the answers I came up with after a meticulous and in-depth analysis of my old self:Things I used to worry about that no longer bother me1. Music. As in, make sure you have listened to and know by heart the

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Hi sweeties!Much too tired today to post one of the many many entries that have been floating through my head for the past few days (they say blogging is addictive, but this is ridiculous!)Instead, I will just leave you with a hint - you can call it "why I picked Sasha as a pseudonym" Come back later if I have enough energy.

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I was damn young. Twenty-three, when I first met him.He was older, handsome, sexy, and more or less what I had always been looking for, or so I thought at the time.I saw him out of the school we both taught at, waiting for the boss to come unlock the door so we could sweat our way through that hot September afternoon. We chatted, and went for a coffee in the nearby bar, and chatted some more, and

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Time for a little do-good, my darlings.I am feeling charitable, and stumbled across an interesting project:Save the albatrossSurprised? Albatross are unique and wonderful creatures, and like so many others are paying for our mistakes and carelessness. They get hooked on fishing lines, and of the 21 recorded species 19 are in danger of extinction.And, given that I am rather prone to emotional

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Hi sweeties, I'm back!I had a weird day today (and too much wine last night did not help for sure).Remember that I wanted to sleep in this morning? Yeah, right. I have no idea if it's a plot, a misalignment of planets or what, but every time I decide to sleep longer than usual I get early-morning calls by this or that friend/relative/other. This morning it was A's turn.I have been seeing him for

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A happy happy happy day to you all!Wish me luck...

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Dinner with the girls tonight. We meet about once a week, officially for some kind of clandestine workout (using F's living room as an impromptu gym - much less traumatic than a real gym), more often to eat together, chat and discuss. We are all 30 or fastly approaching this once coveted and now terrifying age, and things to discuss are many and diverse. And often men-related.Put together four

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It's Tuesday night.It's just stopped raining, and the air has that undefinable smell it only has after summer rains...Birds are chirping outside and I'm sitting at my desk (I'll tell you its story, one day) with a glass of red wine beside me - hey, I'm Italian! - and a cat sleeping in the background. I feel remarkably like a 19-century poet, were it not for the laptop!You know, I've been reading

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