From legend to reality: January 19
From legend to reality:
January 19th is the day "sad"
Astrusi year calculations to show that depression affects on Monday last full week of January
LONDON - This is an article that talks about the most depressing day year, ie January 19. So if you're already depressed with your (or Inter fans), you have been warned. Depressing the "discovery" is actually a clever advertising campaign launched several years ago by the British channel Sky Travel TV Travel of BSkyB.
HISTORY - The fact is that in a while 'everyone will believe the story that "through complicated calculations considering the weather, the level of debt, the days that separate us from Christmas, the awareness that the good intentions of the start of the year have already finished the back burner, low motivational levels, "and other similar amenities, the most depressing day of the year Monday is the last full week of January. January 19 this year, last year was 21 in 2010 will be January 25.
CALCULATION ENGLISH - However, this is "a calculation" very English, and that is at most for the northern hemisphere. As for the weather, for example, in Australia and Brazil is the height of summer, people on the beach to sunbathe and depression does not even know what it is. In Gaza, the time is better than in London, but the vacuum level reaches stratospheric odds, because Muslims do not care much distance to the next Christmas, but what is missing at the end of the next Ramadan, a fact which the study does not speak.
SOLUTIONS - To combat the depression of the saddest day of the year, you can suggest some solutions: 1
- Print this article, crumpled and throw it in the wastepaper basket by launching heavy tirades against the author, the creator of the search and the English in general
2 - Whistle song Do not Worry, Be Happy by Bobby McFerrin
3 - Play the lottery the numbers 1, 19 and 73 (depression according to the Neapolitan Smorfia)
4 - Be aware that Italy is the European country worst-
5 - Light a candle in front of the portrait of Saint Silvio from Arcore 300 times and repeat his mantra "we must be optimistic
Paul Virtue corriere.it
January 19, 2009
AND I HAVE TO CHOOSE WHICH OF THE FIVE OPTIONS?
ACCEPT SUGGESTIONS ....
Monday, January 19, 2009
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Groundhog
not many words, but good
has been a terrible week, those in which it seems that will never reach the giono.ma going through the night ... I start to me. by an awareness. Address what happens to me (and unfortunately this time it was a bad blow), alone and with knowledge that, perhaps, if you ask help from some good friends, you can find.
I have too many things to do to stand still crying about myself.
's study, first, and perhaps even
work ... with the awareness of what is and not what I want it to be. and then I can not afford the 'lusso'di betraying the trust of those who have placed in me.
Groundhog ME! ! ! ! !
not many words, but good
has been a terrible week, those in which it seems that will never reach the giono.ma going through the night ... I start to me. by an awareness. Address what happens to me (and unfortunately this time it was a bad blow), alone and with knowledge that, perhaps, if you ask help from some good friends, you can find.
I have too many things to do to stand still crying about myself.
's study, first, and perhaps even
work ... with the awareness of what is and not what I want it to be. and then I can not afford the 'lusso'di betraying the trust of those who have placed in me.
Groundhog ME! ! ! ! !
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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me .. .
maybe now this blog no longer makes sense, so why not read anyone. Even those who, until recently, commenting, anonymous, my 'mental Paturnie'.
or perhaps now makes sense because it returns to its original meaning back to be 'my corner' my space where I can take refuge and where I can write, anonymously, as always, what I think, want, want and feel.
there is so much sadness, melancholy, disappointment, anger, bitterness. Why?!? pity that I can not even write it. but now I think only of defending myself. This time, however, unlike in the past, I lock myself in me. I remain silent, motionless, not listening, but I feel, and try to slide around. But all does not slip, especially when there are deep scratches scratches ... inevitabilemnte heal with time, but will leave a furrow.
words too screamed, yelled, slammed in your face worse than the worst and cruel reality.
while I try to lick my wounds trying to raise a wall of indifference, but I'm the first to fight against them. and another blow hurts.
everything goes, life goes on, but I do not feel like anything, I go to work only because I, too respect the work and who gave me a great opportunity to disappoint; nn me to go out, but I have to because they are walls 4 too narrow, and the apathy comes over me.
mah ... one of these days, playing under, I'll have to find a remedy ... a bad call for desperate measures .... Meanwhile, a tear line salted my face and my smile dims that I can not remember how done.
maybe now this blog no longer makes sense, so why not read anyone. Even those who, until recently, commenting, anonymous, my 'mental Paturnie'.
or perhaps now makes sense because it returns to its original meaning back to be 'my corner' my space where I can take refuge and where I can write, anonymously, as always, what I think, want, want and feel.
there is so much sadness, melancholy, disappointment, anger, bitterness. Why?!? pity that I can not even write it. but now I think only of defending myself. This time, however, unlike in the past, I lock myself in me. I remain silent, motionless, not listening, but I feel, and try to slide around. But all does not slip, especially when there are deep scratches scratches ... inevitabilemnte heal with time, but will leave a furrow.
words too screamed, yelled, slammed in your face worse than the worst and cruel reality.
while I try to lick my wounds trying to raise a wall of indifference, but I'm the first to fight against them. and another blow hurts.
everything goes, life goes on, but I do not feel like anything, I go to work only because I, too respect the work and who gave me a great opportunity to disappoint; nn me to go out, but I have to because they are walls 4 too narrow, and the apathy comes over me.
mah ... one of these days, playing under, I'll have to find a remedy ... a bad call for desperate measures .... Meanwhile, a tear line salted my face and my smile dims that I can not remember how done.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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:-( so no one will read slowly dies
He or she who becomes a slave of habit, repeating every day
the same itineraries, who does not change the brand, who does not
risk and change the color of the clothes, does not talk to those who do not know.
He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white
, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn
a smile, that make the heart beat before
mistakes and feelings.
He or she who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work
, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to chase a dream, who does not allow, at least once in their lives, die
sensible advice. He or she who does not travel, does not read, who
not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself. Dies slowly he who destroys
self-love, who does not accept help, who spends
days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, who does not
ask questions on subjects he does not know who does not answer when asked about something he knows
.
We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that
being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing
.
Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness
.
Martha Medeiros
He or she who becomes a slave of habit, repeating every day
the same itineraries, who does not change the brand, who does not
risk and change the color of the clothes, does not talk to those who do not know.
He or she who shuns passion, who prefers black on white
, dotting the "i" rather than a set of emotions,
the kind that make your eyes glimmer, that turn a yawn
a smile, that make the heart beat before
mistakes and feelings.
He or she who does not overthrow the table when is unhappy at work
, who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to chase a dream, who does not allow, at least once in their lives, die
sensible advice. He or she who does not travel, does not read, who
not listen to music, who does not find grace in himself. Dies slowly he who destroys
self-love, who does not accept help, who spends
days complaining of his bad luck or the incessant rain.
Dies slowly he who abandons a project before starting it, who does not
ask questions on subjects he does not know who does not answer when asked about something he knows
.
We avoid death in small doses, remembering always that
being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple act of breathing
.
Only a burning patience will lead to attainment of a splendid happiness
.
Martha Medeiros
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