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There are some things that just do not understand the attitude of others.
not think I am a stupid person, but ... But I think maybe I overestimate to be able to use my brain manera quite effective.
I have always made an ass picture books, I passed high school with very good rating: in mathematics, physics and chemistry I've never had a score of less than 8, also reaching the top 10 ... in a high school all over as my professors and "cagacazzi" that I've found I think it was a nice goal ... academically speaking ...
Then I found myself at a crossroads and I chose the university: the economy. But after two years, in which I have done in 4, however, I realized that I found what I was studying "Boring" and "castrating". It happens right? To those who do not ever realize you were wrong road?
So I wanted to take a step back and I chose the Academy of Aesthetics also because I think, and perhaps the only son, that's a nice job "soon" because it still works by putting hands on people and this involves a certain level of responsibility and skills both professionally and personally.
But what is still hard to believe, and that leaves me incredulos, is the attitude of people. Unfortunately, wrong, beauty is seen by most as the "strappapeli" and "limaunghie" as the 15-year-old girl after being rejected two times in school already decided embarking on a career path because he has no desire to study.
I do not deny that maybe in the past and even now there is some way, but there is also another side of the trade: the larger one, the one responsible, knows what .
But unfortunately we are not used to think that the beauty is that if someone recommends one thing is maybe why having studied and having invested a lot of money (ask what it costs and you tell me if you would be willing to invest such a figure without being motivated and without demanding adequate preparation) in a private school knows a little something of his craft. that is why is it that if a woman is in my beauty salon, ask me a simple wax and I can tell you that can not be exposed to UVA but also UVB (things that some people do not even know the difference) because it might burn, it will not listen to me at all and goes on After smearing the sea of \u200b\u200bsun oil. Then I was admitted and the complaint. With the signed informed consent before the performance I legal protection, but my reputation at the popular level is compromised. I am however, from the bottom of my incompetence (their second), to have brought harm to the client.
Are you kidding? Why
skills of my profession (and it is also the face of chemical treatments, body massage etc ... not only "Hairs") are not recognized by anyone, in the first State?

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Buongiorno Principessa!

After the Easter break (in which I have padded Benin casatiello and meals) are returned to the Academy. The first hour of the first day looked at a fixed point in front of me with the blank stare of those who would like to be somewhere else, possibly horizontal, preferably with eyes closed, possibly with a blanket and wearing a soft pillow under his head. Then someone calls me from my slumber: "Aesthete! You have not tried." I get up I do not know what principle of physics and I approach the guinea pig, an 'other girl in my class-lying half naked on the bed as guinea pigs and half asleep with his face looking moistened cream massage. I look at it listlessly while the teacher talks to me and tells me something like "After peeling cervical neck ... ... ... .... rotorlini terminus of the pumping ... looks like I do ... hands enveloping soft and relaxed ... shoulder-chest-shoulder ... then again ... hands wrap around his neck, soft and relaxed ... now try it yourself "
-I find myself always a strange law of physics in the post- Working with guinea pig on the front of the beautiful sleeping. I put the cream in my hands and my mind wandered through prairies and unfamiliar with the massage begins with the words of the explanation of a few seconds before echoed in my head. Strangely, I can lie down on the finish without guinea pig, look at the teacher (usually very remains in the compliments) that smiles at me and tells me "Brava! for the first time you've done really well" making me the OK sign with thumb ...
smiled back, I like to sit back and yawn. I glance at the pig is completely asleep, the teacher turned his back ... I feel a demonic voice in his head: Do it! Do it! Do it!
I put my hand under the towel, take a roll of flab and mangle well well. The guinea pig
jumps from the bed writhing in pain with a strangled cry of pain in the throat.
"Buongiorno Principessa! Had a bad dream?"
And so I woke up completely ...

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The centrino

front of me looks mighty impressive and enormous castle.
invernane Under a sky full of snow below the gardens seem to bow to his will, other times a car is waiting and sitting on a bench a lady turn on itself works fine crochet.
Our eyes meet, in a split second I invent a stroria Cold War, I do not understand .. is not this strange image of my comfort zone ...
Prague is magical, mysterious, is about to take flight, leaving behind everything that's well and good until now has jealously guarded.
I go and look for a blue chilling but sweet, tender and greets me in vissutio a broken English.
Instinctively, I sit with my neighbor and even speak broken English with her.
Mrs. introduces me his wares proudly. I choose to pay him a doily as a sign of friendship and she gives me an 'orange she takes one from his bag and set under a frosty sky but sometimes the female complicity begin to eat and speak.
We talk like old friends and suddenly he shows me a picture of his Italian friend asked me if I know him.
The photo with him and the door always wistfully remember the times we had with him but suddenly disappeared.
speak in Italian or so.
told me his meteoric Italy, the story of my heavy Italy. Skip
she stiffens someone greets me leaves, within the castle.

Today I think that lady was Prague: melancholy of his past, projected into the future, but in this impriginata.