Everything has a meaning

A few hours ago I watched Queen Of The Damned with Silvia but for the first time we watched the special features as well.
I was listening to the interviews regarding the soundtrack and everything fell into pieces.

The boy saw the comet and suddenly his life had meaning.  People who watch One tree Hill and shipper Leyton will immediately recognize this. Well, that is kinda what happened to me earlier.

If you’ve watched the movie you know what kind of soundtrack it has. For these past few months I’ve been quite obsessed with Disturbed (with the vocalist, precisely *smirks*) and tonight I finally realized why.

We always wonder why we like that book, or why we like that song or that band… And the answer is pretty simple. They’re just like us. They reflect who we are.
That interview featured David Draiman (from Disturbed) because he performed 2 songs for the movie (one with Korn) and he said that he immediately joined the project because he had read all of Anne Rice’s books and he loved vampires. It really made me happy because I realized that artists are people just like us who like things that we do and listen to the same music we do.

It might be silly, but this gave me a little more motivation for something I’ve been working on for a while. Things will certainly brighten up and now I know that I must never forget.

 

Everything has a meaning.

 

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I really need a change…

I haven’t wrote a post in months… For some parts I’ve been busy, some others I forgot, others again I didn’t feel like writing. I’ve been feeling a little sad, angry, disappointed… Seems that all the work I’ve done in years doesn’t count at all. You work so hard, try to keep up as much as you can with new things as well but everything means nothing as you’re being constantly ignored. People are disrespectful. Actually it seems that since I moved here all the people I met & know are just a big disappointment. Seems that besides my best friend I cannot trust anybody. I want to do things but can’t ask who knows better because I don’t trust them.
I’m going back to Italy in a few days and I’d really rather stay here. I’m not that happy about seeing my family. My relationship with them is not so good and I don’t like to be forced to do things (like visiting all the relatives & stuff). And I already know my mum will cry when I have to leave. Honestly it’ll be hard to live with lots of people when I’m used to 2. I just have to resist these 2 weeks & half and then I’ll be back here trying to do something with my life. I have lots on my mind, some big decisions to make. Really hope for the best.
I’ll be back soon, see ya.

The happiest day of my life as well :)

Since Jared & Genevieve got married, I’ve been waiting for pictures of the newlyweds together. Cliff posted pics of the two separately, but one day someone on some forum posted the link to a blog, in which the writer told the beautiful story of Jared&Gen’s wedding and posted pictures. Of the two together.
Every time I look at this picture my eyes goes all giggly. I’ve never seen two people more in love than them. They’re totally lost into each other and they look so beautiful!
I will never understand why people said and keep saying bad things about them. I bet that all these people are huge fans of his ex-gf, Sandra McCoy. Now, everyone who knows me knows that I don’t like her at all. I have my personal opinion on her but that didn’t give me the right to go publically and spread all the worst things about her like most people do about Gen. Jared looks on cloud 9 and he’s happy like he’s never been before, people should just be happy for him.
I wish them all the best and lots of kids too! I’d be thrilled to see a little Jared or a little Gen around!

Congratulations from the bottom of my heart!!!

Non è un paese per conventions

Tengo dentro questi pensieri (a fatica)  da almeno 9 mesi, e sarà davvero un parto farli uscire tutti… Per questo mi è più facile scrivere nella mia lingua madre.

Sulle note di Home di Chris Daughtry (ma in questo caso la mia home non mi manca per niente), esprimerò tutto quello che non ho potuto dire fino ad ora sul fenomeno italiano del momento: la convention italiana di Supernatural, Jus In Bello. Secondo voi perchè non ci sono mai state convention nel nostro paese, prima d’ora? Il fenomeno delle convention è una cosa che funziona solo in USA e negli UK (e forse anche in Spagna, ma è ancora presto per dirlo…), perchè la gente fa le cose usando la testa, cosa che invece non accade per la JIB. Ma andiamo con ordine. Cominciamo con il parlare dei costi… La prima cosa ridicola che ho trovato in questo disastro chiamato Jus In Bello. Hanno avuto la presunzione (perchè a casa mia questo è) di paragonarsi alle convention americane, perchè ovviamente in Italia dobbiamo fare i grandoni e sparare ca**ate a tutto spiano, e i prezzi sono a dir poco ridicoli per quanto sono alti. In USA è tutta un’altra cosa, i prezzi esorbitanti sono giustificati da quello che c’è dentro: cocktail reception, meet & greet, sunday brunch e quant’altro. E per quanto riguarda gli UK ci ostiniamo a dire che le conventions sono carissime, in Inghilterra la vita è invivible per quanto è costosa. Ora, io posso permettermi di dire che sono stata a diverse conventions in Inghilterra (e da Dicembre 2008 vivo a Londra), e tutta questa storia è una grandissima balla. La giustificazione della JIB per i biglietti così costosi è che “servono per pagare gli attori, etc, voi non potete capire il lavoro che c’è dietro e tutte le spese da sostenere”. Le capisco benissimo, invece. Ora, facciamo un attimo i calcoli. Facciamo finta che non ho mai visto Jared e/o Jensen e voglio il massimo da questa convention. Ovviamente non mi chiamo Paris Hilton, quindi le mie finanze sono quello che sono. L’Hunter pass non lo prendo nemmeno in considerazione: è ASSURDO che non si dia la possibilità  a TUTTI i partecipanti di prendere parte ai guest talks. Non siamo mica in uno stadio dove mi serve lo schermo perchè sto nell’anello più in alto… Evito di sottolineare che in NESSUNA convention questo accade, sarebbe troppo ovvio (qualsiasi biglietto ci si possa permettere, l’accesso ai guest talks è una delle prime cose incluse). Va beh… Prendiamo ad esempio il Demon Pass, €290. Gli autografi sono inclusi, ma le foto no, quindi vediamo… Jared €65, Jensen €65, Misha €50, Jim €40, Samantha €35 e Richard €35. Poi voglio anche la foto con Jared&Jensen insieme, €135. Voglio anche la foto con Steve Carlson €20, e anche il concerto, €15. Tre notti in all’Hilton costano €450, in più l’Eurostar da Milano a Roma costa €90. Costo totale per tutta la convention (senza contare il cibo): € 1290, che in sterline equivalgono a £ 1161. Ora, con questa cifra in sterline, qui in Inghilterra mi sono pagata 3 giorni di convention, 3 notti di albergo (con prima colazione inclusa), almeno due foto per ogni guest, cibo, trasporti, e visto che mi sono avanzati ancora soldi e che non ho niente da fare rimango anche una settimana in più e mi vedo Londra. Tutto questo è SEMPLICEMENTE RIDICOLO. Perchè? Perchè ovviamente gli Italiani (no ho scritto “noi italiani” perchè quando succedono queste cose mi vergogno estremamente di essere italiana) devono dimostrare di essere i migliori del mondo e strafare. La prima convention in assoluto in Italia e 14 guests, contando gli ospiti musicali e i doppiatori (ed eviterò di disquisire su questo argomento, è meglio). E ci domandiamo perchè costa così tanto? Quando è palese che del resto degli ospiti non importa niente a nessuno. Non sarebbe stato meglio chiamare meno attori e dare la possibilità a molta più gente di partecipare?  Sul forum ho letto cose che non potete nemmeno immaginare… un’altra giustificazione delle spese è che ovviamente la JIB deve pagare anche per eventuali accompagnatori. E i fan si lamentano. No dico, scusate tanto se uno ha famiglia. La cosa che mi fa più imbestialire è che la causa delle lamentele sono la fidanzata di Jensen e la moglie di Jared (felicitazioni ai novelli sposi, vi auguro tutto il bene del mondo 🙂 ). Magari Jim viene con la sua adorabile figlia, magari Misha e Jason vengono con le rispettive mogli, e magari Samantha si fa accompagnare dal marito. “Oh, ma che carini!” Jared e Jensen NO! Devono venire da soli, loro!! Non sia mai che siano accompagnati… Anche se non sono praticante, pregherò tantissimo per quelle povere ragazze per tutto quello che dovranno subire. La gente è maligna, soprattutto le fan italiane, e non sto a citare le cose orripilanti che ho letto… Vorrei solo dire una cosa a questi fan: VERGOGNATEVI!! Siete solo invidiose. Cosa pensavate, che magari avrebbero sposato voi?
Avrei ancora molto da dire, sull’evento Vacanze Romane, sulle auctions, sulla promozione, sul problema dei soldi… Magari scriverò il sequel in un secondo momento, aspettando nel frattempo altre assurdità.

Ora mi sento molto meglio.

Men: an unknown kind of the human race…

Men always say us women are complicated, but probably they don’t know themselves at all.
I used to have an opinion on somebody I didn’t know at all, but then we started talking and we became sort of friends (at least that was/is what I thought it was, now I don’t know anymore). I loved the chats, at the end he wasn’t that scary as I thought. We (women) think that when we create some sort of bonding with a man then we’re done, they understand us, we’re happy, end of the story. WRONG! At some point they start drawing back, leaving us astonished at the thought of “hey, what’s just happened?“. That’s pretty much what happened to me. I thought we were good and all of a sudden things changed. I don’t understand it anymore. He’s taking back things he said in the past , I really don’t understand what’s happening and I think he’s avoiding me… I thought it might be because we’re mind-alike and he feels threatened. That’s the big difference. I like the talks because I find them challenging, I like him because for once I can talk to somebody younger who understands me, but he doesn’t like it at all because he’s the man, and no way I, a woman, can be as strong minded as he is.
Gosh, why men have to be such children?? I feel sad, angry and disappointed at the same time.
I really hope things will work out, because all I can think of is that I might have made the biggest mistake of my life…

You realize who’s really your friend at some point of your life…

You can always say “I’ve got so many friends” but at some point of your life you understand who’s really and who’s not.
One of the many days I was bored and playing around on Facebook I decided (after I took a quiz about how much I knew a a friend of mine) to create a quiz about me and test my friends on how much they knew me… Well, people who know me only through the web know more than my “so called” friends… It’s pretty sad, since you presume that people who you go out with and you knew them for years KNOW you… Since I moved here I saw who my friends really are… I had this other friend… she lives here and I thought she was my friend. When I moved here she was the only person I knew, she should have been my “contact point”, someone I could count on in case of need… I’ve been here for six months, now, and I haven’t seen her yet.  People who know me know that I had some serious issues with my stay and she never bothered asking me how I was or how were things… Now, how can I call this “friendship”?

But above all, there is one person in this world who I trust and love almost like my best friend. Benedetta lives in Italy, and even when I was back home we barely saw each other, only once or twice a year and belive me, it’s very difficult to get hold of her, since she’s busy with her job and life… But she knows me a lot way more than my actual friends do… And even if she’s far away, I feel her love.
She’s the only person I would want here with me & my best friend.
If I have the chance to call someone, she’s the first person I think of.
Something good happens to me, she’s the first person I tell.
I miss her so much and I’d give anything to have her here…