Last year's days

"Don't let the system get you down!"
Mattafix - Big City Life

The system is getting me down.

Drunk

This evening was a good evening; I enjoyed several glasses of wine and beer with my friends.
I am so drunk.. It's time to go to bed.
Bye, see you tomorrow.

What the fuck am i thinking?

Yesterday evening I got a strange idea.. I don't know why, but I thought to call my old girlfriend.
We were not together, but for 3 years we shared all, officially we were just friends, but i think we were more than friends; I don't know what she thinks about.
I haven't call she, but I'll do it in few days.
On this time, I have not yet explained why this idea is so strange.. because she is a mum now.
She got a baby from a relation of three years, ended last summer (if I am updated); he is a very bad person, I don't know what she found on him, but for me he is one of the worst person I ever met; he is always drunk, he uses drugs, he beated she for a long time..
I think I will call she, because more than ever I know I loved her.
I will let you know.

Merry Christmas

Also this year, Christmas is here.
Usually I don't like this day, but this year is different, I don't know why but today I feel happy, it should be because I received several messages from new and old friends for the season's greetings.
From about two months, I have deeply changed my lifestyle but not in a better way, I am more and more alone than before, I don't feel well, it seems that the others don't care about me, it seems I am invisible, nobody looks for me, nobody cares about me, nobody tries to understand why they don't see me anymore around as before.
All started during my last trip to London and to Dublin (from 26 October to 7 November), I don't know what, but somethings happened to me.
I need to change, I wish to become the same Alberto of past, but.. is it possibile?

Sunday in Italy..

Good morning blogger!

I'm just woke up, today is not a big day because I have a lunch with my sister's parents-in-law..

They are good people, but I don't like this kind of meetings, I like much more take a pizza in a "pizzeria" or eat some good "spaghetti" in a nice italian restaurant..

Anyway, I'm sure I will eat good food, because my sister's mother-in-law is a good cook, she likes so much cooks :P

She is not from north Italy as me and my family, she is from Roma (Rome.. I don't like translate the names...) and the romans kind of cook is not light or dietetic..

My sister's husband is from Roma too, here we call he "Terrore", because every italian that is born below the river "Po" is a "Terrone" :P It is not a nice word, but it's the only word I know that explains so well what I want to say :P He is a good, but unlucky, person.

My sister's father-in-law is a strange person.. I think he is a funny person, but he has an "old style" behaviour with my family, he doesn't give to anyone confidence.. He follows his policy and there's no way to change his ideas.. Now he lives in Roma, but he was born is Sardegna (Sardinia), Sardegna is an island, the people who live in an island are a little bit close.. and he is too.

I have to go, see you next time.

Just created...

Hi people!
I've just created this blog.. It was a long time I was thinking to get a blog..
So this evening I was trying a new browser (Flock) which has an internal editor for blogs, and I said "Why not?".. and there I am :P
This browser seems very good, based on Mozilla Firefox, but with many nice features, like blogs editor, rss manage, users scripts (???) and so on..

I was forgiving to introduce myself, so I am an italian 27 years old boy, I am not so slim but I am very smart, and I haven't a very good english, but I'm studing very hard :P

In Italy, I live in Sottomarina, a nice place near Venezia (Venice for not italian people); I works in Brugine a (not so) nice city placed in the middle of nothing between Sottomarina and Padova (Padua).
My job is develop firmware for electonical boards, especially firmware for Linux Embedded boards.

I think I wrote enought for this evening, see you tomorrow. :P