Another lost battle.

"If the percentage of idiots on the earth surface was lower we'll all live a better life" cit. CG (aka me) 30.01.2013.

Justify it with lazyness or ignorance but I think it's just supidity.

I'm talking about the massive scam on Facebook about privacy, brands sponsoring dog fights, instant noodles suddenly poisoned by wax and, in worst cases, animals or children used with the only intent of catching attention, divulgating also fake news and demands for money.

I already found Causes on Facebook totally useless. If you get 1 million likes guess what? Nothing's going to change. 

If it really worked in this way, why moving our arse from here and going to vote? Open a page on there and get likes as votes.

The funniest part is definitively the various disclaimers about the privacy rights, as Zuckemberg or their staff are giving a shite of what you post on your wall. Well, they actually do when you get offensive and someone reports you, but that's all.

When you join Facebook, you agree with THEIR privacy policy (that unfortunately it's for the most based on US laws) and you do not have any right on what you post. 

If you want to stay private, don't post a thing or, better, disable your account.

Otherwise, be aware that the only privacy you can have is the one of your own profile settings.

How do I know? Easy, before posting crap, I open Google and I check if the statement I read is true or it's just one of the million hoaxes already around on internet for years, by mail before, on social networks today.

And if you're worried about Graph Search, good, you have a reason for that but the only way to avoid it, it's stopping to like and comment everywhere without looking at the first page the image or status has been posted.

Be smart, not just a sheep in the flock.

Useful links:

http://www.snopes.com/
http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/internet/a/current_netlore.htm
http://hoaxslayer.com/

Common place.

I don't want to call myself Hemingway, but I found out that I'm better on writing stories when I have a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes.
Just saying.

Pro life ?!?!

This Pro-Life thingy is really pissing me off. Not that it's touching me so close, I mean, I'm Italian and I only live in a Country where abortion is illegal. If I'm in need, I just go home and sorted!

It's the principle that it's deeply wrong, and I repeat it: WRONG. It's not just a point of view.

In our century, where people fill their mouth with the word "Freedom" it's absolutely absurd that we're still debating on this topic.

You, fat cow that is marching for this pro-life cause, why don't you put aside the money of your pizza and kebab to send them to ALL those children already born that are starving and dying all around the world instead of fattening your arse? 

Are you against abortion? Good, don't do it. But who the fuck are you to decide or to force your opinion as law on what others MUST do with their bodies and lives???

Bunch of hypochrites.

About me.

With all the sarcasm and irony I have, I need to admit that I'm going through one of my worst periods too. Kinda 36 days.

My fault, not my fault, it's easy hearing people judging you on common places without a clue of what your life has been.

I'm not declaring I'm perfect, never did. I'm neither saying that my life has been worse than others, but you know what? Being mine I feel pretty involved.

I am that one that dress herself always with a smile hiding the tears in her eyes, I'm the one that, when people ask "how are you?", I say "Grand!" even if my world is falling apart.

I'm the one that is able to forgive even the baddest low blow to the ones I love, just because I love them and I'm always ready to give them a chance that has been denied to me in past.

I learn from my mistakes but it doesn't mean I won't make them again, maybe a new one.

I'm bloody moody and victim of my upsets and if there's something I won't ever learn is not to close a call when I'm out of me. I always did and I will always do.

Yes, when I'm depressed I tend to give me all faults of my sadness and punish myself for that.

I tend to run away from everything hurts me. Call it self defence.

I have this fucking big heart that is able to give everything, but it asks something in return because I'd like to be cherished as well.

I could be cute, but it doesn't mean I'm stupid too. Unfortunately I have a brain's working 24/7. 

I don't fall in love nor love people that easily, but it doesn't matter, because who I loved in my life never understood how lucky they were till the day I left. Sometimes neither then.

I tend to look at the good in each person, because it's so easy standing on a pulpit and judging people. I learned not to judge anyone.

Every word I speak is out of my experience and not just out of some stupid rumour or other point of view.

Result of this is that I always feel out of place like the Cassandra of my time.

I talk with my heart but I used my mind before doing it.

Now I'm just wondering if there's someone like me outside.

If yes, please give me a sign because I need to talk.

Flood!

I was supposed to be at the run/walk this morning, for 4 kilometers.

I've been woken up by the ring of my phone instead.

It was Amanda, one of my collegues, that was asking me for a little extra help at the Bridge Tavern today, even if it was my day off.

I really like Amanda, she's so much like me, we deeply understand each other.

Of course, I didn't deny my presence.

Unaware of what happened last night, after 3 days in a row of continuous raining, I dropped down to the pub and my only first words have been "For fuck's sake!"

Everything was covered by mud. Last night, at about midnight, high tide and river flooded the bridge area, reaching even Wenthworth Place where a wall fell down. The pub was under 30 centimeters of water.

I started at nine but other people were already there earlier than me. It looked like a disaster but at 2pm the pub was open again and it's only thank to the 40 and more people that were there cleaning and picking mud up from everywhere.

And you still wondering why I moved here?

It's just... only in Ireland.
I'm proud of what I saw today, I'm proud of the people I'm working with, I'm proud of being a citizen of Wicklow Town.

The Bridge Tavern at about midnight last night.

Photo by my dear friend Brendan Cullen.

That's becoming pathetic.

I'm shocked about how many people in the US are gun owners and the battle they're doing to defend the 2nd Amendment. Looks like there's already a war in that Country and the only ones unaware of that are themselves.

Jeez, I spent 40 years without a gun and I'll spend another 40 at least living well in this way and it seems the end of the world there.

I'm tempted to write to their president.

«Dear Obama, leave to Americans their guns and make all of us happy. It's called Natural Selection.»

Fuck's sake!

It is what it is.

Talking with Tracey this morning.

«Due to the lack of customer flow I guess I have to upgrade my CV and looking for another job. If you had to describe my English, what would it be: fine, good, near fluent... what?»

«Near fluent.»

«Really? Wow!»

«Yeah, you don't ask people to repeat what they say, you're understandable and you even speak Slang.»

....

(Justshutthefuckupyougobshite!)

Seems legit.

Getting fit, episode 2.

Woke up at 8.30am on my day off, got ready and went to the Murrough car park for the second meeting of Operation Transformation Wicklow Town.

I continuosly repeated on my mind «Your brain gives up before your body» just to keep myself motivated. 

Cold rainy morning, one of those that you rather stay in bed.

Instead, when I arrived few minutes before the appointment, I pleasantly saw that there were a lot of other people ready to go. Amazing.

Well, we lost someone on the road just during the time RTE was filming the scenes for the program and someone else gave up during the 2 miles walk.

But it was already at the 30 mins of warm up that I realized I'm getting old, I'm totally out of shape and I have to quit smoking indeed.

Already signed for extra work out during the week. Can't wait for Monday, now.

And no, I never saw something like that in Italy, of course.
I bloody love this Country!

Step 1.

So, there's this show on RTÉ One, Operation Transformation, but of course I didn't know cos I don't watch telly... 

Well, they organized groups in Wicklow Town too and I've been invited to join. 

8 weeks from today, 2 sessions per week on Monday eve and Saturday morn. 

I swear, I wasn't so excited to go somewhere like I've been tonight, neither on a first date!

And after that, jeez, I can't wait for Saturday! I don't even care it's at 10am.

Seeing and being with all those people walking around the town with the purpose of just having fun (and lose weight) it has been simply AMAZING!

I neither knew I was 8 stones. 51 kilos maybe, 112.6lbs also, but it's the first time that I face stones :P

New year's resolutions.

After a while I thought of it, I finally found out what I want to do in 2013.

1. Working out hard and being fit.

2. Getting rid of everything's not worth the effort.

3. Not giving a fuck of the rest.

Happy New Year to me!

Jeez.

If you think that dealing with an idiot is exhausting, try with a drunk one.

I fucking hate stupid people!
They just need to be neutered...