Seduce my mind and you can have my body.
Find my soul and I'm yours for life.

Snakes on the Plane..

"Enough is enough! I've had it with these motherf**kin' snakes on this motherf**kin' plane!" -Samuel L. Jackson as Neville Flynn.

Honestly.. not really worth 2 1/2 hours of anybody's time..

Alias Season 5 17 episodes. No more.. What can I do now? Need to find a new obsession I suppose.

The end of another chapter.

Probably after all, you need people. I need people.

Who am I?

What do I represent?

I don't believe in my actions or rather I don't agree with them.

Why?

Principles... wrong ones, right ones, corrupt ones? ingenuos ones? Probably just M.I.N.E. turbated like the rest of my being.
Just wished it wouldn't make other people suffer. Well neither me. But it seems unavoidable.

And to remain in theme: the real Alias

MI6 building in front of the MI5's,

domestic vs foreign affairs, somebody says connected by a bridge under the Thames.
Another career I'd like to have...
at least if I fail that, I get killed..
So in preparation for my next carrer I just got the Alias box sets..
Well you have to be a British citizen..

The oldest building in town with a latin inscription all round to protect it from evil..
Or another fire, London has a history of them.
This is why phone boxes, post boxes and buses are red: the city of blood and fire.

And the duck tour

where I learnt that:

1. Piccadilly comes from Pick a dill

2. Nelson statue overlooks lamp posts with miniature boats on them, and from that high he can overlook his fleet.

3. Green Park is the only park with no flowers..

some pictys from the now far away weekend in Tuscany

It was a long time I didn't enjoy a book so much

I think I will start reading more ( as I used to) at least it's pleasurable and doesn't really cause any damage. Some people watch movies as a catharsis, I read books ( I know they are invented) .
2006... well I tried everything to change my life round.. I don't seem to succeed. Apprentice no luck, Hunger a total flop.. and if I also need to be vomiting for hours then you know what? fuck it. I tried to do something different, but if people really prefer to keep doing what they are used to, then you really can't do anything about it.
London to a standstill for the final of big brother. I mean that must give you an idea of their brain size.
I don't like the current setting, I tried to change it, but with no luck.
See stuck again. What next? I really run out of ideas.

Rupert Thompson : Divided Kingdom

'When someone writes as well as Thomson does, it makes
you wonder why other people bother.

It is winter, somewhere in the United Kingdom, and an eight year-old
boy is removed from his home in the middle of the night. He soon
learns that he is the victim of an extraordinary experiment.

In an attempt to reform society, the government has divided the
population into four groups, each group representing a different
personality type. The land, too, has been divided into quarters.
Borders have been established, reinforced by concrete walls, armed
guards and rolls of razor wire.

Those who are most favoured are deemed SANGUINE, their dominant humour
being blood. They are optimistic, even tempered and constructive, and
must reside in the Red Quarter, whose capital is Pneuma.

Those who are empathetic, passive and indecisive are categorised as
PHLEGMATIC. They reside in the Blue Quarter, whose capital is
Aquaville.

Aggressive, impulsive people and those prone to excess are deemed
CHOLERIC, their dominant humour is yellow bile. Cholerics reside in
the Yellow Quarter, whose capital is Thermopolis

Finally, the MELANCHOLICS, dominated by black bile, are characterised
by introspection, pessimism, and an inclination towards the
intellectual. Melancholics reside in the Green Quarter, whose capital
is Cledge.

Plunged headlong into this brave new world, the boy tries to make the
best of things, unaware that ahead of him lies a truly explosive
moment, a revelation that will challenge everything he believes in and
will, in the end, put his very life in jeopardy...

In the spur of the moment. 12.40

S: at what time do you have to wake up tomorrow?
H: is not that I have to wake up to be in the office before the market opens. I save the world, so that can wait, it can be done later.

Sicily

Hartichoke island, Mamy, Little crabs, Ciccio-the neighbour, Federica which in total devotion has alleviated the boredom in Sicily, she developed a total devotion I reckon out of shock, admration and incredulity towards me. A role model.. still didn't manage to convert her not to wear crazy shoes and absurd accessories ( like Alice in Wonderland earrings) - Milazzo

Paris Hilton's pet goat to be buried next to Marilyn Monroe

The world has gone nuts..


Paris Hilton's pet goat to be buried next to Marilyn Monroe
- Paris Hilton has bought the plot next to Marilyn Monroe's grave to bury her pet goat
The 25-year-old has reportedly booked a plot in Hollywood's Pierce Bros Westwood Village Memorial Park next to her screen idol.

It is also alleged that she has booked a gospel choir to perform at a private funeral at Los Angeles' International Church of Christ.

A source told Britain's Daily Star newspaper: "It's absolutely disgusting. Paris booked the plot for a 'Billy Hilton'.

"Everybody was very understanding because they presumed it was one of her relatives.

"But it has transpired that it's just an old goat. Normal people are content to bury their pets in the garden and be done with it. But not Paris.

"This is one of the most prestigious cemeteries in the world, it's not for animals.

"It should be reserved for superstars."

Hollywood legends Truman Capote, Dean Martin and Jack Lemmon are also buried in the cemetery.

Paris offended Marilyn fans last month when she told Britain's Guardian Weekend magazine: "I think every decade has an iconic blonde, like Marilyn Monroe or Princess Diana.

"And right now, I'm that icon."

The animal loving hotel heiress has many pets including two chihuahuas, a ferret, a monkey and a goat called Billy.

And unmissable Eurico.. thank you

I'm a bit behind with the blogging

As I'm a bit behind with the burocrazy things..

For example I haven't checked the mail for a month and the mailbox is full. Wonder why they put so much rubbish in it. It's gone the time of receiving letters, now we get e-mails. Anyway..

~There was another Hunger Night

~There was the disappointment of the Apprentice

~There was Sicily

~There was Tuscany

And I'm in preparation for another Hunger night.. maybe the last one, maybe not.

Can't cope with waiting for people to arrive, it's quite stressful but hey... the music is good..
I demonstrated that it's possible to have Indie and Dance in the same night, you just need to choose the right djs. Brilliant..
And made it again on the paper... still there aren't enough people, despite I got even the compliments for the neverhappy grumpy owner.

You'r looking very Shane today