<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174</id><updated>2018-12-03T18:40:15.625+01:00</updated><category term="life"/><category term="emotions"/><category term="love"/><category term="Rome"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="photojournal"/><category term="photos"/><category term="lyrics"/><category term="dialogue"/><category term="diary"/><category term="fun"/><category term="aperitif"/><category term="culture"/><category term="finances"/><category term="flickr"/><category term="friends"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="journal"/><category term="mistakes"/><category term="music"/><category term="photography"/><category term="selfexpression"/><category term="traditions"/><category term="work"/><category term="awesomeness"/><category term="colours"/><category term="friensdship"/><category term="messed up"/><category term="spring"/><category term="sunday"/><category term="wisdom"/><category term="Heather"/><category term="Michael"/><category term="autumn"/><category term="disappointed"/><category term="help"/><category term="holidays"/><category term="hope"/><category term="job"/><category term="laughter"/><category term="learning"/><category term="men"/><category term="money"/><category term="poem"/><category term="restless"/><category term="sorry"/><category term="sunshine"/><category term="support"/><category term="waiting"/><category term="2007"/><category term="DJ"/><category term="aggravation"/><category term="alison"/><category term="all time faves"/><category term="ariccia"/><category term="art exhibit"/><category term="banks"/><category term="beach"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="christmas dinner"/><category term="close call"/><category term="closure"/><category term="comedy"/><category term="considerations"/><category term="contest"/><category term="crazy weather"/><category term="creativity"/><category term="errands"/><category term="fall"/><category term="game"/><category term="games"/><category term="garden"/><category term="good times"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="history"/><category term="hugs"/><category term="interview"/><category term="life cartrouble"/><category term="max&#39;s dinner party"/><category term="me"/><category term="meme"/><category term="movie quotes"/><category term="movies"/><category term="nightlife"/><category term="nursery rhymes"/><category term="pink boxes"/><category term="poetry"/><category term="postsecret"/><category term="questions"/><category term="roadtrip"/><category term="samantha jones"/><category term="sex and the city"/><category term="st patrick&#39;s day"/><category term="summer"/><category term="time"/><category term="unease"/><category term="vacation"/><category term="valentines day"/><category term="violated"/><category term="web site"/><category term="yearning"/><title type='text'>Me In Simple Complexity</title><subtitle type='html'>my organised chaos - a celebration of the refreshingness of my own ramblings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-1810792781684904105</id><published>2009-03-31T14:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:57:05.087+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;flickr&quot; src=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif&quot; width=&quot;41&quot; height=&quot;18&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1810792781684904105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=1810792781684904105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/1810792781684904105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/1810792781684904105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-4389389694304351003</id><published>2009-03-31T14:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T14:46:00.879+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Look into your heart and you&#39;ll find love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/crazy-emo/3063635783/&quot; title=&quot;photo sharing&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/3063635783_414709f4ac_m.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: solid 2px #000000;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/crazy-emo/3063635783/&quot;&gt;Look into your heart and you&#39;ll find love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/people/crazy-emo/&quot;&gt;Crazy Princess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vi è mai sembrato di vivere dentro ad un episodio di qualche vostro telefilm preferito? A me si!&lt;br /&gt;Giuro che se non fosse che ve lo sto raccontando io, potreste benssimo convincervi di trovarvi sottomano il riassunto di una delle tanto amate puntate di Sex &amp; the City!&lt;br /&gt;Beh, cosa vi aspettavate? Di tanti sterotipi, almeno questo lasciatemelo vivere in santa pace ed a pieno, no?&lt;br /&gt;Vedete.. faccio una piccola confessione.: ognuna di noi almeno una volta nella vita si è rispecchiata un pochettino in uno di quei 4 personaggi magnifici, frutto dell&#39;immaginazione e della penna di Candace Bushnell.&lt;br /&gt;Io ho sempre trovato più sintonia con Carrie, non certo per il suo senso di stile o per il suo figurino delizioso, ma forse più per il suo spirito intraprendente e romantico, per la sua originalità e per la sua creatività.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questo week end ho rivisto una persona che mi ha fatto ricordare dei bei momenti divertenti condivisi assieme due anni fa, ormai...&lt;br /&gt;Me lo ricordo ancora... era l&#39;estate del 2007. Ero stata fuori con degli amici e la serata era stata divertente, ma c&#39;era qualcosa di diverso... IO mi sentivo diversa... ero viva, entusiasta. Accesa! (O forse come avrebbe detto la mia amichetta Sammy, liberata).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dopo la seratina piacevole trascorsa in compagnia di questi 3 amici, mi ritirai in dolce compagnia. E&#39; bello quando basta un sorriso o uno sguardo per comunicare 100 parole.&lt;br /&gt;Ed è qui che la splendida, sensuale e provocante Samantha Jones entra a far parte del mio mondo, o forse ero io ad entrare a far parte del suo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non so se vi ricordate le scene, spesso comiche, delle sue avventure scalmanate.&lt;br /&gt;Mi ha sempre divertito vedere come riusciva a ribaltare una qualsiasi situazione imbarazzante o negativa e farla diventare una cosa sulla quale ridere; restavo a guardare, quasi amaliata, come il suo dialogio schietto e diretto diventasse sempre protagonista dell&#39;episodio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh, diciamo che in questa occasione di questa particolare sera, forse solo per un attimo, in lei mi sono rispecchiata!&lt;br /&gt;Che dire quando il tuo piercing s&#39;impiglia nella cinta di un&#39;altra persona? Che fare quando ti squillo il telefono in un momento poco... opportuno? Niente, niente... la butti in caciara e via...&lt;br /&gt;Tanto a fine serata contano solo le risate condivise e la complicità malandrina. Situazioni uniche, irripetibile certamente... e che forse faranno ridere solo te e la persona con la quale hai condiviso l&#39;accaduto, ma che sicurmente entreranno a far parte della tua storia personale, catalogato sotto la voce &quot;Come Samantha Jones&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi auguro che ognuna di voi posso ritrovare un po&#39; di Samantha in voi stesse ogni tanto, che non fa mai male.... soprattutto quando il giorno dopo, al lavoro, le colleghe ti dicono che dovresti ritrovare la tua Samantha più spesso!&lt;br clear=&quot;all&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/4389389694304351003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=4389389694304351003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4389389694304351003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4389389694304351003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-into-your-heart-and-you-find-love.html' title='Look into your heart and you&amp;#39;ll find love'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3184/3063635783_414709f4ac_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-3776792154539268653</id><published>2008-03-05T01:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T01:19:31.624+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heather"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2308575100_aeef18c21e_o.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2308575100_aeef18c21e_o.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In her blog, Heather asked  about  relationships.....why some of them work, and others crash and burn. What makes or breaks a union?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could probably spend hours debating and pondering this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the secret to a good relationship lies in the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;Basically... it&#39;s the couple itself that make or break the deal... no shit, right? See, I think too often people fall in love and are with a person who in reality isn&#39;t right for them or who, ultimately, they won&#39;t get along with, be if for different beliefs, different views on things, different habits, political views etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes loves just isn&#39;t enough... I&#39;ve lived this twice &quot;on my back&quot; as we say in Italian. experienced it myself... and I now know that love is not the answer!&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s how well you get along with someone, how much you have to give in in order to keep the peace and how far they&#39;re willing to go for you.&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is a balance of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;take&lt;/span&gt;. It takes a lot of respect, and yes love of course too... but mostly &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;respect&lt;/span&gt; I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves comes and goes, love changes over time. The initial passion and lust fades over the years and sometimes all you&#39;re left with is this person who you co-habit with, who you live and breathe next to without really sharing your lives.&lt;br /&gt;Sure you may share time, but are you really sharing your LIFE? You dreams, your goals, your dreams, your fears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve come to the point of stating that I&#39;d probably agree more of marrying a true friend, whom I admire, respect and look up to than someone who I love yet can&#39;t seem to share views with.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me and my pat relationships know what I&#39;m talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, it takes a LOT of luck to find the right person to walk aside of for the rest of your life... that special someone that won&#39;t change over the years, that will still love you unconditionally, and care for you, and be happy to see you when you walk in the door.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/3776792154539268653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=3776792154539268653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/3776792154539268653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/3776792154539268653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2008/03/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-8459533159491427231</id><published>2007-12-22T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:00:45.757+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas dinner"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="games"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good times"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="max&#39;s dinner party"/><title type='text'>Max&#39;s dinner Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2131650004_0b1e65f1ed_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2131650004_0b1e65f1ed_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I barely got a chance to sleep in today... I had a few errands to run, tidy up my room and sort a few things.&lt;br /&gt;I also had to cook as I was invited to dinner over at Max&#39;s tonight, and we&#39;d all been asked to brind a dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon hotel boy called and asked me if I wanted to go shopping dowtown with him, as he wanted to pick up a few things. So I get there to the hotel to meet up with him, as the subway is close to his place, and he asks me to sit in the car with him a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then hands me a little package... my Christmas gift!&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he wasn&#39;t going to get me anything because I don&#39;t celebrate Christmas and he felt stupid getting me something.. but then he surprised me!&lt;br /&gt;I told him that it was ok and that I&#39;d always gotten gifts from my close friends so he should just do what he feels, regardless. The fact that I was going to get him something shouldn&#39;t have to influence him.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... he got me a really cool belt by Jean-Paul Gaultier... Madonna&#39;s favourite designer LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thanking him we hopped on the train and went downtown. We jumped from one store to the next... shopping with hotel boy is crazy! Hahaha he was in such a rush! My feet were sore!&lt;br /&gt;I did however manage to stop long enough to take a picture of the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/2130743853/&quot;&gt;Fendi building&lt;/a&gt;, all decorated and lit up especially for the Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I had to rush home to go and cook for tonight&#39;s dinner, but unfortunately, the road was completely blocked due to yet another accident! ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me as she saw that it was getting late and I wasn&#39;t home yet. She knew I had to cook and so was wondering where i was. When I finally got home, I&#39;d found she&#39;d cooked for me!! Awww I love her! She saved my life! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways dinner was a blast! We had fun just &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/2130743853/&quot;&gt;eating&lt;/a&gt; great food, dancing and generally &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/2130870771/&quot;&gt;being silly&lt;/a&gt;!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8459533159491427231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=8459533159491427231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/8459533159491427231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/8459533159491427231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/12/maxs-dinner-party.html' title='Max&#39;s dinner Party'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2131650004_0b1e65f1ed_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-410809293928083799</id><published>2007-12-21T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:55:30.864+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aggravation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="close call"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="messed up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nightlife"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rome"/><title type='text'>Oh so close!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/2131385196_d9e54f9ba0_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/2131385196_d9e54f9ba0_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It&#39;s been really hectic at work lately. I guess everyone&#39;s just trying to tie up all the loose ends before the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been pretty busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to a party in a Villa some guy rented out for his birthday.. (a friend of a friend, you know how these thigns work...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time, but it was a pretty interesting ride all the way there!&lt;br /&gt;First off, I get my head bitten off because we have to wait for Hotel boy to come down, as he fell asleep!&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the hotel t pick him up and he&#39;s not answering his phone! So I decide to go up to his room and get him, but he finally answers so then we wait for him in the car. In the meatime Flavio is getting impatient and decides to take it out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we fianlly are ready to leave as am I&#39;m pulling out of the Hotel drive way some crazy lunatic almost hits me! Basically... this guy was driving at about 130 kms an hour!&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m at the interection, I look behind me to make sure no one is coming and sure enough the road is clear. So I&#39;m pulling out and already in the lane and all of a sudden I hear this screeching, braking noise! I look to my left and there&#39;s this car right up next to me... I swerve to the right and avoid the collision! We barely just tap each other&#39;s side mirrors and then both stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&#39;m in the car, on the right side of the road, while this guy has stopped further ahead on the left.&lt;br /&gt;He jumps out of his Mercedes and comes at me with a violence and anger I&#39;v never seen before in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i&#39;m not alone as I have hotel boy next to me and Flavio in the car behind me.&lt;br /&gt;We immediately lock our doors and just sit there calmly, waitign to see what&#39;s going to happen next. So the thug comes at me shouting all kinds of swear words (very educational, I must admit...) and starts pounding his fists on my window. I&#39;m afriand he&#39;s going to shatter the glass, but fortunately he doesn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;He then storms back to his car... checks his side and then gets back in and drives off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you cna imagine I am compeltely speachless, yet calm. Hotel boy makes sure I&#39;m ok and then we drive off again.&lt;br /&gt;I will admit... my legs were jelly at this point, but I managed to stay clear and focused. I can&#39;t believe what has just happened and that I was so able to avid the hit, but staying it the car and not doing anythind was the best thing that could have happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after taking a depe breath, we&#39;re back on the road again.&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;re driving and then we get lost... all the while with Flavio getting impatient and Alex&#39;s patience being put to the test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE FINALLY get to the party. After a few drinks and some good music, Alex finds her smile again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty eventful night but I manage to have a good time anyways.&lt;br /&gt;On ou way home, we stop off for a late night snack... McDonald&#39;s... LOL&lt;br /&gt;Hotel boy and I stop and talk and before you know it, it&#39;s 5 am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy the wind down part of the night... sitting and talking in the car, like there&#39;s no care in the world always make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;re just friends hotel boy and I.... yet I feel like there&#39;s more.&lt;br /&gt;I won&#39;t ponder it further, there&#39;s no point... but still... talking &#39;till 5 am feels like heaven!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/410809293928083799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=410809293928083799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/410809293928083799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/410809293928083799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-so-close.html' title='Oh so close!'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2395/2131385196_d9e54f9ba0_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-1108583193099819199</id><published>2007-11-27T03:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T03:42:18.766+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="closure"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dialogue"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Michael"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2127/2066635635_5bc2d9898c_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2127/2066635635_5bc2d9898c_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I mentioned that this week had been an interesting one, I meant it, and not because of social events... it&#39;s not &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; partying in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve recently booked a flight to the US for the next year. I&#39;ll be visiting some friends in feb for 10 days. I will also be stopping off in Indy, mainly to see friends, but also to try and get a hold of the things I left behind back in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have follwed my diry from the beginning, will know i&#39;m referring to thigns I left at my ex&#39;s. Zeeing as I was supposed to be moving and marrying him, I brought out my entire summer wardrobe, to sort of try and get a head start of packing and stuff, seing as it was winter and I was hoping to be married by the following summer... we all know how that nded up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, seeing as I am someone who thinks about others&#39; feeligns and the consequences my actions may have on them, I decided to write to Michael to let him know I was coming.&lt;br /&gt;Just to fill you in, in these six months since we&#39;ve broken up, I have not once heard from him. Or rather I have, but never was it him who came looking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finally decided to put it behind me, I have how ever contacted him twice to try and at least stay friends... (Yeah, I know what you all think, something impossible.. so I&#39;ve been told...).&lt;br /&gt;I always got brief, rather cold responses back from him which always ledf me to think he was just being polite and not really wanted any kind of relationship with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this past weekend I got wind of him apparently being rather happy I was comin to visit. pparently he wants to sit down and have a talk with me. He supposedly has a lot he wants to talk to me about and misses me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t describe how this makes me feel... I have mixed emotions about this. On one hand, I prayed for this for sl long, and not because I was hoping to get back with him, but simply because, as selfish and mean as it soudns, I wanted him to regret his decision and live with the fact that he&#39;d fucked up the best thing in his life and not be able to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;On the other, I am glad to see him and to be able to sit down and talk. I think after all this, I need closure.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not sure what he wants to say to me exactly, but I hoe to be hearing some apologies. I will tell him how I feel and wont&#39; spare him the fact that he really hurt me. I know it&#39;ll hurt for both of us, it won&#39;t be easy but I think we&#39;ll be better off for it.&lt;br /&gt;This should have taken place six months ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so tonight, I post a picture of a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/2066634133/&quot;&gt;photo album&lt;/a&gt; that contains pictures of the summer we got engaged. It contains some wonderful, yet painful memories.&lt;br /&gt;I hope after my trip to be finally able to put this book and this relatiobship finally to rest.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1108583193099819199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=1108583193099819199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/1108583193099819199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/1108583193099819199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/11/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2127/2066635635_5bc2d9898c_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-6723267073624077071</id><published>2007-11-07T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:01:49.566+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ariccia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colours"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="roadtrip"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rome"/><title type='text'>Autumn Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2397/1846856899_58d1e3992b_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2397/1846856899_58d1e3992b_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a wonderful day we had on Saturday!!!&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed with a gorgeous fine November sunny day. The crisp fine air was nicely warmed up by a wonderful bight sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a mini road trip to &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ariccia&quot;&gt;Ariccia&lt;/a&gt;, in the area that is better known as the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castelli_Romani&quot;&gt;Castelli Romani&lt;/a&gt; ˜ aka Roman Castles.&lt;br /&gt;The area is beautiful... the Pope has his summer residence nearby, at &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castel_Gandolfo&quot;&gt;Castel Gandolfo&lt;/a&gt;. Lucky bugger! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come from neighbouring towns and from Rome to eat in the typical &lt;i&gt;fraschetterie&lt;/i&gt;, sort of homely, rustic type places, run by family. The service is very plain and simple. The food is great and the prices are dirt cheap!&lt;br /&gt;The typical local dish is &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porchetta&quot;&gt;porchetta&lt;/a&gt;, but seeing as it&#39;s pork, I&#39;ve never had it. Can&#39;t say I&#39;m tempted to even try it.... just looks so nasty lol... but I&#39;m told it&#39;s devine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went for a walk in the nieghbouring town, &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nemi&quot;&gt;Nemi&lt;/a&gt;. Nemi is right on the &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Nemi&quot;&gt;Nemi lake&lt;/a&gt;, a beautiful natural lake, that is famous for its sunken Roman ships.&lt;br /&gt;This small town is also famous for its tiny wild strawberries, which have a very distinctive sweet taste. They almost taste like grapes! I love them... but they are hard to find outside of the area. They are about the size of a large peanut... quite unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- : &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/sets/72157602884231834/&quot;&gt;the outtakes&lt;/a&gt; : -</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/6723267073624077071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=6723267073624077071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/6723267073624077071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/6723267073624077071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/11/autumn-days.html' title='Autumn Days'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2397/1846856899_58d1e3992b_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-3506541932515653510</id><published>2007-10-30T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:15:04.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Overlooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2129/1800675307_3794db56cd_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2129/1800675307_3794db56cd_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally got a few things done round the house... or my room rather. My closet was just going apewire.. looks like a bomb had gone off in there... it was time to patiently refold and sort it out!&lt;br /&gt;I said godbye to all my summer clothes and put them away too... I always hate doing that. Summer is my favourite season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a band and small parade going on outside, because of some patron saint&#39;s holiday, or some church celebration... who knows... they always have some random reason to celebrate apparently.. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I&#39;m not too educated on catholic holidays LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I decided to step out on the balcony and take a look. It&#39;s been prtty warm over the past couple of days. Makes a nice change after the Siberian cold we&#39;d been experiencing during the week prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the neighbours in the building in front were watching what was gonig on down below too!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/3506541932515653510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=3506541932515653510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/3506541932515653510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/3506541932515653510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/10/overlooking.html' title='Overlooking'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2129/1800675307_3794db56cd_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-629781441467479414</id><published>2007-10-30T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:00:47.157+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="considerations"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Considerations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/1792334855_49c0e2e44f_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/1792334855_49c0e2e44f_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will admit, it&#39;s been a pretty interesting week!&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m trying to process it all.... yet not get too analytical. Going with the flow is the best thing for me right now... and not have any expectations.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s hard for someone who likes to think things out like I do however!&lt;br /&gt;I think the key word here is patience.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll try to remember that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun night tonight. I like it when you get to do several things in the same night. Like meet up with different crowds.... it&#39;s like the night lasts longer than it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being independent and doing my own thing.... just another consideration...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/629781441467479414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=629781441467479414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/629781441467479414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/629781441467479414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/10/considerations.html' title='Considerations'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2307/1792334855_49c0e2e44f_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-432472609730422993</id><published>2007-10-24T15:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T16:55:44.439+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="restless"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yearning"/><title type='text'>Wanting, needing, waiting..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/429875987_6e3f44e4c7_o.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/429875987_6e3f44e4c7_o.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna kiss you in Paris&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold your hand in Rome&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run naked in a rainstorm&lt;br /&gt;Make love in a train cross-country&lt;br /&gt;You put this in me&lt;br /&gt;So now what, so now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, needing, waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping, praying&lt;br /&gt;For you to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you&lt;br /&gt;Not like that&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna be your mother&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t wanna be your sister either&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be your lover&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your baby&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, that&#39;s right, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearning, burning&lt;br /&gt;For you to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;What are you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me -- tell me your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Am I in them?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your fears&lt;br /&gt;Are you scared?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your stories&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not afraid of who you are&lt;br /&gt;We can fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor is the man&lt;br /&gt;Whose pleasures depend&lt;br /&gt;On the permission of another&lt;br /&gt;Love me, that&#39;s right, love me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m open and ready&lt;br /&gt;For you to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;To justify my love&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, to justify&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, to justify my love&lt;br /&gt;Praying, to justify&lt;br /&gt;To justify my love&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m open, to justify my love</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/432472609730422993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=432472609730422993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/432472609730422993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/432472609730422993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/10/wanting-needing-waiting.html' title='Wanting, needing, waiting..'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-7032593214519909620</id><published>2007-09-27T12:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:36:52.444+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="autumn"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fall"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1065/1446423809_60869a9d29_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1065/1446423809_60869a9d29_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/&quot; name=&quot;comment72157602171208824&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/1446423791/&quot;&gt;autumn&lt;/a&gt; is here... or fall, according to where you&#39;re from.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me think of poetry... I don&#39;t know why.&lt;br /&gt;Seasons change as does our wardrobe. Some reflection of what lies ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Leaves&lt;/b&gt; ~ anonymous&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves had a wonderful frolic.&lt;br /&gt;They danced to the wind&#39;s loud song.&lt;br /&gt;They whirled, and they floated, and scampered.&lt;br /&gt;They circled and flew along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon saw the little leaves dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Each looked like a small brown bird.&lt;br /&gt;The man in the moon smiled and listened,&lt;br /&gt;And this is the song he heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North Wind is calling, is calling,&lt;br /&gt;And we must whirl round and round,&lt;br /&gt;And then, when our dancing is ended,&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;ll make a warm quilt for the ground.&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/7032593214519909620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=7032593214519909620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/7032593214519909620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/7032593214519909620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/09/apparently-autumn-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1065/1446423809_60869a9d29_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-4041225771597273824</id><published>2007-09-21T12:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:02:51.963+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Pink Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1416694290_60e1ed3217_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1416694290_60e1ed3217_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet George. George has entered the family as of 3 weeks ago. He likes his new found family. Before he was living in a place called &lt;a&gt;Too Much&lt;/a&gt;. He said that it was a friendly place, but very busy, and he wasn&#39;t able to ever feel at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&#39;s a very friendly, sociable monkey... and loves the colour pink. We call him exuberant and happy.. yes, that&#39;s it a very happy, extravagant little monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw... I&#39;ve decided to take example from one of SSB&#39;s &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/groups/2007/discuss/72157594425326657/page26/#comment72157602088311727&quot;&gt;posts&lt;/a&gt; and tell you 8 little useless facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I&#39;ve had my appendix removed when I was about 23? I forget now how long ago it was! But it was over the Easter week end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can roll my tongue... both from side to side, as well as in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I once got my hair caught in someone else&#39;s bag, while waiting to climb on to the school bus... as the girl in front of me moved forward I felt a really string tug on a bunch of my hair. Yeah... it hurt! I had to yell to get her to stand still long enough for me to remove my strands of hair from her duffel bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a belly ring. I got my bellybutton pierced while on vacation in Mexico, back in 2001. It&#39;s one of the best travel souvenirs ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am afraid of moths. Rationally I know they are just like butterflies. In fact I love butterflies, they&#39;re pretty... but moths... eeeww! They are just gross! *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I drink my tea with milk in it, just like the British. People here in Italy think I&#39;m crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I don&#39;t know how to dive. I&#39;ve tried learning several times.. I just can&#39;t get myself to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I strongly believe that if I&#39;d have pursued acting classes I&#39;d have made one of the greatest actresses alive. I just left it as a &quot;knack&quot; I have. You should see the old home videos.. a real Drama Queen! Hahaha</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/4041225771597273824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=4041225771597273824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4041225771597273824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4041225771597273824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/09/fuzzy-pink-monkey.html' title='Fuzzy Pink Monkey'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/1416694290_60e1ed3217_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-5154194099873012282</id><published>2007-08-21T02:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T03:05:48.471+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alison"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="game"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interview"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="meme"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="questions"/><title type='text'>Memes &#39;n&#39; stuff</title><content type='html'>So  my friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://alithinks.com/&quot;&gt;Alison&lt;/a&gt; got tagged by a fellow blogger. He asked her 5 questions, which in turn she answered, of course...&lt;br /&gt;And she left open the opportunity for others to be &quot;interviewed&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; 1. Leave me a comment saying “&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Interview me&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. &lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your blog with a post containing your the answers to the  questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;/p&gt;So, without further a do.. here are Ali&#39;s questions and my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Your English is excellent. How did you get so fluent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I was born in the UK from Italian parents - both. Though my first words were of course Italian, the first language I spoke in school or learned to read or write was in fact English. I&#39;ve been going to either English or American schools ever since, all the way up until the 5th grade going through to the 8th. Then from the 9th onwards I was back in the English schooling system.&lt;br /&gt;Except for university, which I attended here in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;So really... I&#39;m what you call bilingual. Fluent in both English and Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;What&#39;s your favorite city in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That&#39;s really a tough question and one I&#39;ve tried to answer myself. I think after travelling so much and having lived in 4 countries, it&#39;s hard to pick just one place you&#39;d like to live in or even one special place. I&#39;d probably have to nail it down to a country, or two... those being Italy, Mexico and Indonesia.&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;You&#39;re Italian. What&#39;s your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, Italian! It&#39;s a real cliche, I know... but the real Italian you get here in Italy is actually so diverse and so different that what has been exported abroad. Every region has it&#39;s own style of cuisine... there&#39;s so much more to us than just pasta ya know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Have you read any good books lately?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have! I absolutely &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Kite-Runner-Khaled-Hosseini/dp/1594480001&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt; by Khaled Hosseini&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Memoirs-Geisha-Arthur-Golden/dp/0375400117&quot;&gt;Memoires of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden&lt;/a&gt;. Of more lighter reading, I very much enjoyed &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.amazon.com/Little-Earthquakes-Jennifer-Weiner/dp/0743470095&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Little Earthquakes&lt;/span&gt;, by Jennifer Weiner&lt;/a&gt;. I loved her books so much I&#39;m in the middle of reading her fourth novel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;How many photos do you take a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, up untill the burglary that took place on the 15th (Yes, that&#39;s right... they broke in to our apartment...) I took about 5 pics a day, on average. Sometimes just the few necessary ones to fill in &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/groups/2007/discuss/72157594425326657/&quot;&gt;My Daily Photo Diary&lt;/a&gt; post on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/&quot;&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;, but on vacation in Spain a couple of weeks ago I took over 400 in one week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great questions Alison, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;d like to play, ask me to interview you in the comments.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/5154194099873012282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=5154194099873012282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/5154194099873012282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/5154194099873012282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/08/memes-n-stuff.html' title='Memes &#39;n&#39; stuff'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-4254163505679018597</id><published>2007-08-20T03:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:14:36.563+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="all time faves"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="comedy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dialogue"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movie quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="movies"/><title type='text'>Old favs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/020131/114624__harry_l.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/020131/114624__harry_l.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dunno quite how it is, but I suddenly remembered an all-time fave movie of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I seldom have faves. I don&#39;t like to pick just one thing to have, to like, to read etc.... I try to have a selection of thighs I like, depending on my mood, my state of mind etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, while browsing some friends&#39; blogs and myspace pages I suddenly heard Billy Crystal&#39;s voice from the movie &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;City Slicker&lt;/span&gt;s: &quot;Helleeeeeeew&quot; as he says hello to the cow.&lt;br /&gt;Which got me on to thinking about&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; When Harry Met Sally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do anyways, but how many of you actually recall I&#39;m not sure how many of you recall that movie. Sure most of you recall the storyline, or most girls the script? That&#39;s some great dialogue right there! It&#39;s not often I remember movie dialogue, or even care to look it up on the Internet, but this has to be one of the funnies, truest dialogues I have come across in Hollywood movie history... that I can recall anyways.&lt;br /&gt;For this and several other wonderful reasons, this movie is now officially in my  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;All-time Fave Movies&lt;/span&gt; listings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You realize of course that we could never be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What I&#39;m saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can&#39;t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: That&#39;s not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No you don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No you don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You only think you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You say I&#39;m having sex with these men without my knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No, what I&#39;m saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: They do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: They do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: So, you&#39;re saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: No. You pretty much want to nail &#39;em too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: What if THEY don&#39;t want to have sex with YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Doesn&#39;t matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Well, I guess we&#39;re not going to be friends then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000345/&quot;&gt;Harry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/name/nm0000212/&quot;&gt;Sally&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: That&#39;s too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://imdb.com/title/tt0098635/quotes&quot;&gt;More quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/4254163505679018597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=4254163505679018597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4254163505679018597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4254163505679018597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/08/old-favs.html' title='Old favs'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-8935747501301474496</id><published>2007-08-16T22:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:04:24.043+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="messed up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unease"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="violated"/><title type='text'>Unease and violation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.sfgoth.com/primer/images/sadCouch.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.sfgoth.com/primer/images/sadCouch.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;We got burgled last night.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am at lack of words to explain how I feel. I am also alone, as my parents are out of town and won&#39;t be able to make it back until the day after tomorrow, seeing as it&#39;s a long drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woulnd&#39;t wish this on my worst enemy. I feel sick to my stomach. Walking in home last night to find the mess I did leaves you feling so violated and alone.&lt;br /&gt;I am of course without a pc too now. No need to mention that ALL my photos were on my HD and I hadn&#39;t yet gone about doing a back up of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&#39;t gotten round to tidying up the mess they left. I just want to not think about it. I can&#39;t bring myself to....&lt;br /&gt;I can&#39;t even leave the house until they come and change the locks, seeing as they took ths spare house keys! Hopefully they&#39;re taking care of that tomorrow morning so I can go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I had a friend sleep with me last night. And thank god they left my sister&#39;s pc behind. I couldn&#39;t imagine being stranded at home with no tv, no pc and no one to talk to or hang out with! It&#39;s vacation time and most of my friends are out of town, the few that are here are either working or busy.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately my brother is coming to spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m starting to get really paranoied and jumpy. I keep on hearing funny noises and not liking it!&lt;br /&gt;Man paranoia sucks, ladies and gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... can I have a group hug please?&lt;br /&gt;= (&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8935747501301474496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=8935747501301474496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/8935747501301474496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/8935747501301474496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/08/unease-and-violation.html' title='Unease and violation'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-2024380752117749715</id><published>2007-07-31T14:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T14:14:04.300+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aperitif"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beach"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="summer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunday"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vacation"/><title type='text'>Living it up in the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1034/945363100_03b22e20f9_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1034/945363100_03b22e20f9_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/sets/72157601085128216/&quot;&gt;Aperitif on the Beach&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don&#39;t know, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Aperitif&lt;/span&gt;, or what it means to us here in Italy anyways, is like drinks hour, before dinner, like 6-8pm... you usually pay a fixed amount and there&#39;s a buffet and music.&lt;br /&gt;They do this all over Rome, in loads of bars, and now on the beach too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... imagine &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/944113077/in/set-72157601085128216/&quot;&gt;sipping your drink&lt;/a&gt;, in a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/944177475/in/set-72157601085128216/&quot;&gt;bikini&lt;/a&gt;, as the sun starts to set and all the warm, tanned bodies on the dance floor.... and the music is blaring. Loungey, or funk or house music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a ball. It marks the official start to the holiday... well sort of!&lt;br /&gt;Francesco and his friend are off on vacation on Thursday, which means I probably won&#39;t seem him &#39;till sept at least... if not October. He&#39;s off without a return date seeing as he just graduated college.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m off on vacation on Saturday, so with this all in mind, I&#39;m leaving home behind and am just going to enjoy myself and forget about work, my family, traffic, possible flirtations and annoying exes!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2024380752117749715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=2024380752117749715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/2024380752117749715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/2024380752117749715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/07/living-it-up-in-sun.html' title='Living it up in the sun'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1034/945363100_03b22e20f9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-9223068889926537302</id><published>2007-07-24T13:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:14:03.444+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hope"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom"/><title type='text'>Letting hope lead the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/456/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://sl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/456/456238bwqllnn9fr.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I was talking to my friend Ashley, who also recently dumped by her boyfriend. Now given that she&#39;s only 19 and that her &quot;relationship&quot; lasted only a few weeks, I couldn&#39;t help but ponder on some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to comfort her, and in doing so I realized as few things myself.&lt;br /&gt;She was talking about how she&#39;d come to realize that certain things happen for a reason and that she knew that, eve though she didn&#39;t want it to be over, even though she was hurting, she was going to accept her fate and move on. She knew that she was going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote to her and congratulated her on her wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;I told her that wisdom is a good thing. I told her how happy I was that she was able wash away her troubles and look to a bight new day for comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a good friend told me, life has a way of working itself out... I pray God that it will work for me too.&lt;br /&gt;I too need to find my own path again and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s not easy but if we hope and try, and do our best, then we&#39;ll have done our duty.&lt;br /&gt;Because after all, trying and hoping is all we can really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right??&lt;br /&gt;= ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/9223068889926537302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=9223068889926537302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/9223068889926537302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/9223068889926537302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/07/letting-hope-lead-way.html' title='Letting hope lead the way'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-3556657706886015385</id><published>2007-07-20T01:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T01:58:45.704+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disappointed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="messed up"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="restless"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="waiting"/><title type='text'>restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/854905452_21e94bd842_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/854905452_21e94bd842_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&#39;m not very talkative lately.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m up and down these days. Good at times, thoughtful at others...&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn&#39;t say I&#39;m sad, or upset, but there are still some things unresolved in my life. I&#39;m still trying to figure out wtf is up with my ex, and why he won&#39;t send me my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m trying to let go and move on, but it&#39;s hard. I&#39;m always wanting to know what&#39;s going on and what he&#39;s up to, who he&#39;s doing it with etc. I&#39;m only causing myself pain, yet I keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Why are women so masochistic at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I have all these ideas in my head of things I&#39;d like to do, or not do, and they all contradict one another. I want to buy a new scooter, &#39;cause my old one is falling apart. I want to buy a car &#39;cause I&#39;m tired of having to share my mom&#39;s with my brother and sister...&lt;br /&gt;I want to move and find a better job, but I don&#39;t know if I really want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave Rome, but I want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. It&#39;s like I want to do it all, but nothing at the same time. I&#39;m not sure it makes any sense but I think I&#39;ve lost my direction. I&#39;ve lost my drive. I feel restless and all sorts of messed up, like the picture of the  closet you see above.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, add on that my selfishness.... I just don&#39;t  want to have to deal with my family ya know?&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m so ready to move out, yet I have no money to do any of the above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m really counting the days &#39;till my vacation. I think leaving town for a week will do me good.          &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/3556657706886015385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=3556657706886015385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/3556657706886015385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/3556657706886015385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/07/restless.html' title='restless'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/854905452_21e94bd842_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-4815328771367362804</id><published>2007-07-11T12:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T12:59:02.629+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lyrics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mistakes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><title type='text'>Lilli Allen ~ Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;206&quot; width=&quot;250&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.metrolyrics.com/video-1723399773.aspx&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;wmode&quot; value=&quot;transparent&quot;&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.metrolyrics.com/video-1723399773.aspx&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; wmode=&quot;transparent&quot; height=&quot;148&quot; width=&quot;180&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.metrolyrics.com/lily-allen-lyrics.html&quot; title=&quot;Lily Allen Lyrics&quot;&gt;Lily Allen Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you first left me&lt;br /&gt;I was wanting more&lt;br /&gt;But you were f**king that girl next door&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;cha do that for?&lt;br /&gt;(What&#39;cha do that for?)&lt;br /&gt;When you first left me I didn&#39;t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Never been on my own that way&lt;br /&gt;Just sat by myself all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost back then&lt;br /&gt;But with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I found the light in the tunnel at the end&lt;br /&gt;And now you&#39;re calling me up on the phone&lt;br /&gt;So you can have a little whine and a moan&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s only because you&#39;re feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;At worst I feel bad for a while&lt;br /&gt;But then I just smile&lt;br /&gt;I go ahead and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you see me&lt;br /&gt;You say that you want me back&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you it don&#39;t mean that&lt;br /&gt;No it don&#39;t mean that (no it don&#39;t mean that)&lt;br /&gt;I couldn&#39;t stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;No I just couldn&#39;t help myself&lt;br /&gt;I See you messed up my mental health&lt;br /&gt;I was quite unwell&lt;class id=&quot;NoSteal&quot;&gt;&lt;/class&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so lost back then&lt;br /&gt;But with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I found the light in the tunnel at the end&lt;br /&gt;And now you&#39;re calling me up on the phone&lt;br /&gt;So you can have a little whine and a moan&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s only because you&#39;re feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;At worst I feel bad for a while&lt;br /&gt;But then I just smile&lt;br /&gt;I go ahead and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;At worst I feel bad for a while&lt;br /&gt;But then I just smile&lt;br /&gt;I go ahead and smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;At worst I feel bad  for a while&lt;br /&gt;But then I just smile&lt;br /&gt;I go ahead and smile</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/4815328771367362804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=4815328771367362804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4815328771367362804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4815328771367362804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/07/lilli-allen-smile.html' title='Lilli Allen ~ Smile'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-8335254985307002980</id><published>2007-06-27T00:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:42:20.133+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rome"/><title type='text'>today, I have this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1095/633698259_71b88a7f7c_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1095/633698259_71b88a7f7c_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn&#39;t this just have &lt;em&gt;Italian lifestyle&lt;/em&gt; written all over it?? I love Rome for small little things like this... a view like this makes me smile and forget what ever is bugging me inside....&lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t think you can fully comprehend what it is like to have this and live this every day (when you&#39;re lucky enough to be able to get out and go walking about...) unless you too have experienced this on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;Tourists.... sure they take it all in, they dig it. But we... us locals... we live it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m tying to be thankful for what I have, and not regret what I&#39;ll miss out on. And today, I have this.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8335254985307002980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=8335254985307002980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/8335254985307002980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/8335254985307002980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-i-have-this.html' title='today, I have this.'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1095/633698259_71b88a7f7c_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-4662601522976501127</id><published>2007-06-27T00:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T00:34:20.580+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disappointed"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="selfexpression"/><title type='text'>Something to hold on to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1213/575534456_e2271d60b3_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1213/575534456_e2271d60b3_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I&#39;m a bit down and out these days... a lot of things on my mind. A lot of uncertainties in my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s funny how one moment you think you&#39;re fine (well you &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;, rather than just think it...) and then the next you&#39;re down again. It&#39;s true when they say that life has it&#39;s ups and downs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had yet another disappointment yesterday... nothing serious but still, shit like this just stops you in your tracks ya know? It leaves you &quot;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;flabbergasted&lt;/span&gt;&quot;... speechless and your heart skips a beat.&lt;br /&gt;I found out my two co workers (who work in the same room, at the same desk as me) were gossiping and talking behind my back. But it was just pointless, stupid, infantile crap, really not worthy of note... yet it hurt me, because I thought they were my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m so fragile right now, not even &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; realized it. I&#39;m trying to be brave  and look forward and make it out like it&#39;s all just water off my back... but really, I&#39;m hurt. I am. And I think it&#39;s safe to say that it&#39;s ok. I have every right to be hurt. I think I&#39;m allowed to be...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think I&#39;m doing all too well.... really I am. But then it&#39;s moments like these, that makes you feel they&#39;re taking away the rug from beneath your feet, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed. It&#39;s a good adjective for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed and disillusioned.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/4662601522976501127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=4662601522976501127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4662601522976501127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/4662601522976501127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/something-to-hold-on-to.html' title='Something to hold on to...'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1213/575534456_e2271d60b3_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-612985451936028291</id><published>2007-06-14T18:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:10:58.267+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="samantha jones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sex and the city"/><title type='text'>Like Samantha Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://photos.imageevent.com/guytv/june/june-absoluthunk.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://photos.imageevent.com/guytv/june/june-absoluthunk.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember the series &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt;? Let&#39;s face it, every girl at one time or another has recognized herself in one of the wonderful &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.insidesocal.com/outinhollywood/sex%2520and%2520the%2520city.jpg&quot;&gt;4 characters&lt;/a&gt;, fruit of the imagination and pen of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Candace Bushnell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve always recognized myself more in &lt;a href=&quot;http://attitude.themercury.news.com.au/images/pastsaycheese/sarahjessicaparker.jpg&quot;&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt;, certainly not for her sense of style or for her wonderful figure, but more so for her spirit of initiative and her romantic nature, for her originality and her creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... what can I say... last night instead I felt different... I felt alive, enthusiastic. Excited! (Or maybe as my friend Sammy says, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;liberated&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;After a pleasant evening in the company of 3 friends, I retired for the evening in sweet company.   It&#39;s great when a smile or a glance can speak 100 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where the splendid, sensual and provocative &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.carriesdiary.com/imgs/samanthapic2.jpg&quot;&gt;Samantha Jones&lt;/a&gt; enters my world. Remember those sometimes comical, adventurous, crazy scenes, in the series? I used to feel so entertained in watching how Samantha  could flip an otherwise embarassing negative situation and turn it into something to laugh about;  how her dialogue, so direct and upfront, almost became an extra character to the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let&#39;s just say that last night I identified with her somewhat. What is there to be said  when your piercing gets stuck in someone else&#39;s belt? What are you to do when your cellphone goes off right at the least appropriate time? Nothing, nothing...  as &lt;a href=&quot;http://lacontessagiulia.spaces.live.com/&quot;&gt;the Countess&lt;/a&gt; would say,  just improvise and move on from there!!&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, all that matters is the shared laughter and the naughty complicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that each of you may find a bit of &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Samantha &lt;/span&gt;in yourselves every now and then, as it never hurts... especially when the day after, at work, your co-workers tell you that you should find  &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Samantha &lt;/span&gt;a bit more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/612985451936028291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=612985451936028291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/612985451936028291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/612985451936028291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/like-samantha-jones.html' title='Like Samantha Jones'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-95791337745528577</id><published>2007-06-07T00:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:02:13.169+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my Italian friends - Dedicato ai miei amici italiani</title><content type='html'>Per tutti voi che mi seguite con fatica... ho creato un nuovo space msn livespace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://complexsunshinecity.spaces.live.com/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://alex-in-the-city.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;SSC and the City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ci vediamo lì!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/95791337745528577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=95791337745528577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/95791337745528577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/95791337745528577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/06/dedicated-to-my-italian-friends.html' title='Dedicated to my Italian friends - Dedicato ai miei amici italiani'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-1902981723379887704</id><published>2007-05-31T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:31:37.810+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="diary"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mistakes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="selfexpression"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sorry"/><title type='text'>And again, and again, and again.</title><content type='html'>You ever wish you were someone else? Well not an entirely different person, but just different I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I knew how to bite my tongue, I wish I knew when to shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I were less judgemental, I wish I were more understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I had more faith and I wish people had more faith in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I could change who I am, and change people&#39;s opinion about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I could get a second chance, I wish I&#39;m seen under a different light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I were worth fighting for, I wish my words wouldn&#39;t go misunderstood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I had the answers, I wish I knew the right words to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I could go back in time and take back all the wrongs I did, I wish I&#39;ll never make a mistake again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I knew what to do, I wish it were easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I were closer, I wish the good in me would prevail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish you&#39;d forgive me. I wish my dreams will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish you still have faith in me. I wish you knew how sorry I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I wish I were with you.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1902981723379887704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=1902981723379887704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/1902981723379887704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/1902981723379887704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-again-and-again-and-again.html' title='And again, and again, and again.'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20349174.post-1842752036311498931</id><published>2007-05-23T01:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T01:55:01.199+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="awesomeness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flickr"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunday"/><title type='text'>Another great photo Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/509664218_9e25be1505_b.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/509664218_9e25be1505_b.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just like &lt;a href=&quot;http://flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/sets/72157600043431875/&quot;&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt; I went on a Flickr Meet, this Sunday too was &lt;a href=&quot;http://flickr.com/groups/romamor/&quot;&gt;ROMAMOR&lt;/a&gt;&#39;s monthly outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a group of about 40 of us, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;We went to visit the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rivieradicirce.com/?idlink=3&amp;amp;idart=377&quot;&gt;Valvisciolo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.turislazio.it/index.php/turismo_eng/mediateca/pictures_gallery/sermoneta_lt&quot;&gt;Abbey&lt;/a&gt;, near &lt;a href=&quot;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norba&quot;&gt;Norba&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.italyheaven.co.uk/lazio/ninfa.html&quot;&gt;Ninfa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.csmonitor.com/2005/0720/p12s01-liga.html&quot;&gt;Gardens&lt;/a&gt;, which dates back to the 1100&#39;s... I think! (I was too busy taking photographs to pay attention to the tour guide!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did we have a great time, we were blessed with great weather and wonderful company. I was able to learn a lot from my fellow &lt;a href=&quot;http://flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/tags/flickrites/&quot;&gt;flickrites&lt;/a&gt;  and I am pretty pleased with my work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you with a very analytical eye, you&#39;ll notice some change in photos.... this is because I started off the day shooting with my compact &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.continent.com.au/images/IXUS60.jpg&quot;&gt;Canon IXUS 60&lt;/a&gt; (also known in the USA as Canon PowerShot) but then my battery died, and although I had a spare battery with me, I later realized that the spare had not been charged after it&#39;s last use... so alas I was cameraless... but my dear friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/509892125/&quot;&gt;Peng&lt;/a&gt; was kind enough to lend me his &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.basic-digital-photography.com/image-files/canon-eos-20d-review-1.jpg&quot;&gt;Canon EOS 20D&lt;/a&gt;, a wonderful DSLR!!! (Not to mention the great selection of lenses he owns.... needless to say, I was drooling!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out my &lt;a href=&quot;http://flickr.com/photos/sunshinecity/sets/72157600243469967/&quot;&gt;other work&lt;/a&gt; and come back in a few days, I&#39;ll be adding more.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1842752036311498931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20349174&amp;postID=1842752036311498931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/1842752036311498931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20349174/posts/default/1842752036311498931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sscdesigns.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-great-photo-sunday.html' title='Another great photo Sunday!'/><author><name>sunshinecity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12558700746889559604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.pinkboxesonline.com/images/me_side.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/204/509664218_9e25be1505_t.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>