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To my Brother, yeah, he deserves it.

Well Ema, you passed both your exams, the one we were all freaked out about and the one I was sure you'd do great on (in fact you did). Anyway, bravo bravo! You're now an offically diplomated freak with a trombone! I'm sure you'll have a great career and remember to invite me over when you're <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7KL8_0Cli-t8f1L1z9X2cfY9-9oT-NcgzLkn_rnUnSzHxRB1xFzChu_SsZq5yGJFNFKt6TDjB57OF5hmcpECylrHg9NEycLMNubZ7Is8mHkiLGS0DdginlDWikV8U6r9lrOZnuxIYXFVz/s1600-h/emafreak.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307125923532884594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7KL8_0Cli-t8f1L1z9X2cfY9-9oT-NcgzLkn_rnUnSzHxRB1xFzChu_SsZq5yGJFNFKt6TDjB57OF5hmcpECylrHg9NEycLMNubZ7Is8mHkiLGS0DdginlDWikV8U6r9lrOZnuxIYXFVz/s320/emafreak.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" /></a>the first trombone of the Berliner.

To my Brother, yeah, he deserves it.

Well Ema, you passed both your exams, the one we were all freaked out about and the one I was sure you'd do great on (in fact you did). ...

7:07 AM

Italy: Part 1 (about bloody time)

<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6tcq3UiI0COoEJ4vrbSUAOjgWXaJFM1yAgjnFiI3RvF5qLiyU7srahBpkp63bSBUuZmdJupo1YKq1YzRHLToz3KrBAot-AwVEB6t379OhSAOhTZ5s_oAYJekc0kvUzJW-ZgntC_baYiXa/s1600-h/CIMG2005.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306460364128600290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6tcq3UiI0COoEJ4vrbSUAOjgWXaJFM1yAgjnFiI3RvF5qLiyU7srahBpkp63bSBUuZmdJupo1YKq1YzRHLToz3KrBAot-AwVEB6t379OhSAOhTZ5s_oAYJekc0kvUzJW-ZgntC_baYiXa/s320/CIMG2005.JPG" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLKSug59d2Ml0h5sDfS9yCTrfnNLqbBbelcqZdccW_nnwrrF7YaYPDUDW_mAN3HajXI41OdBYICvymLOCUCv8cgRe4jBvq1mBKByFfdg3sMUklK4gk0YBeAQwCT88aLmIvEQGhChrWyOE/s1600-h/CIMG2002.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306460361174653026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQLKSug59d2Ml0h5sDfS9yCTrfnNLqbBbelcqZdccW_nnwrrF7YaYPDUDW_mAN3HajXI41OdBYICvymLOCUCv8cgRe4jBvq1mBKByFfdg3sMUklK4gk0YBeAQwCT88aLmIvEQGhChrWyOE/s320/CIMG2002.JPG" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3kC6Y-OaLImuT3YREh62rsDDaNjTXnscKk837rUxxm5A5U_pYlzA3nN7nnt_yocz3HDn6sLFQhIs1akiupi-4VOF4C8EJLnTEYIoYtEx6uwRec442RvahcASA74XueAOit-zzTXmtkG8U/s1600-h/CIMG2001.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306460358698929282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3kC6Y-OaLImuT3YREh62rsDDaNjTXnscKk837rUxxm5A5U_pYlzA3nN7nnt_yocz3HDn6sLFQhIs1akiupi-4VOF4C8EJLnTEYIoYtEx6uwRec442RvahcASA74XueAOit-zzTXmtkG8U/s320/CIMG2001.JPG" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYlzPmvkaE0lz1t41oMEU9c2QlNgorMMjFy_Cye1sMDPkxQUHxfPcf4QAv8il3Ar_xTfbik11ufwc_YSPCFTE8GYDVH6ZdAWK74fWAKmhbNds3w3z9qNIu7MNjewBg7MSxRo9pbBcKqbP/s1600-h/CIMG2000.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306460355559048146" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYlzPmvkaE0lz1t41oMEU9c2QlNgorMMjFy_Cye1sMDPkxQUHxfPcf4QAv8il3Ar_xTfbik11ufwc_YSPCFTE8GYDVH6ZdAWK74fWAKmhbNds3w3z9qNIu7MNjewBg7MSxRo9pbBcKqbP/s320/CIMG2000.JPG" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 240px; height: 320px;" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokTngF4FUnRBm1Bn7kNhyFFd-I4mOGo30ZPbNY0YblmT6Dvy9WKce0GVdOTh0uenklDv5ge9MjLwBwnxhaEOohd-NxyUHQ6uhv360MyxauoX0JN8Ji9cVb6hwcY38rdsn6mJooXDiUZ9I/s1600-h/CIMG1999.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306460355001964866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokTngF4FUnRBm1Bn7kNhyFFd-I4mOGo30ZPbNY0YblmT6Dvy9WKce0GVdOTh0uenklDv5ge9MjLwBwnxhaEOohd-NxyUHQ6uhv360MyxauoX0JN8Ji9cVb6hwcY38rdsn6mJooXDiUZ9I/s320/CIMG1999.JPG" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a><br />I apologize for the long silence. I can FINALLY update because Ozie finally let me use her compy, since she's the one with all the pictures of our exciteing adventure.<br />Anyway, I should stop talking and grace your eyes with our lives.<br />Ummmmm.<br />That's all for today.<br />I would post more, like write about these pics, but something came up. So I'm scraming from the compy before Ozie beats me up.<br />CIAO!!!

Italy: Part 1 (about bloody time)

I apologize for the long silence. I can FINALLY update because Ozie finally let me use her compy, since she's the one with all the pictu...

12:06 PM

Unbelivable. (Drop it like it's hot.)

Me and Ozie are on vacation right?? Yep yep, in Italy. Cool bananas. <div>So we head today with Ema and Becky to go to the lake. So we're all in the car, me and my bro in the front, happily chatting away. Then I'm like, "Careful or we could smash somewhere and crahs the car and then we'll have to drag it back."</div><div> We don't get to cover like, six kilometers  before, believe it or not, the wire of the accelerator breaks! Yep yep, it does. I have no luck with moters. Like last year, in Switzerland, that damned plane...but that's another story. Entirely. So anyway. the car stops, and thankfully we're not in the middle of some highway or a highly trafficated street. </div><div>We just sit there for a while, but soon, Ema has a lovely idea. Without using the acclerator, just the power of the moter, we're back on track. Yes yes. </div><div>So we just drive in the little roads, and about 2o kilometers per hour. Adorable. It took us an hour to get home. Think of that. Ozie was "flippando leches". We all were. But it was fun. And that's what counts.</div><div>Bye for now. Until the next freaky episode of "Life with Ezy."</div><div>I think, looking at my recent posts, that the new year is a rather wild one. </div>

Unbelivable. (Drop it like it's hot.)

Me and Ozie are on vacation right?? Yep yep, in Italy. Cool bananas. So we head today with Ema and Becky to go to the lake. So we're all...

10:10 AM

The Story Of Greedy And Pok-Pok

Yes well, we have two new pets, their names are Greedy and Pok-Pok...and, well, they're chickens. Or better yet, we <span style="font-style: italic;">had  </span>two new pets, until they escaped from rehab this morning, a.k.a. our empty swiming pool. But we're not worried, Greedy and Pok-Pok are stuipid, they'll come back. They've done it before, like the time I chaught them in the house and beat the cacca out of them (I mean literally), they still came back.<br />You see, Greedy and Pok-Pok seem to be wild chickens.<br />We don't know that for sure, but they have been invading our garden for the past months and apparently the whole neighborhood too. Harahumph!<br />So yeseterday morning, I walk into the kitchen and Eman's like, "We chaught the chickens we chaught the chickens!"<br />I was like "whatever", till Jordan told me the same thing, and I saw Greedy and Pok-Pok in a box right there in the kitchen. Oh yay! Now we have chickens and cats!<br />They were christend by Eman a few hours later, who seems to have taken onto himself the role of Godfather.  Greedy is short and fat, Pok-Pok is tall and skinny and like's jumping (if you go on Mishu's blog, we have viedo footage). we keept them in the box all day and feed them a few crusts of bread until throwing them in the pool for bedtime and exercise.<br />And well, this morning they were gone.<br />But they'll be back.<br />Greedy is always hungry.<br />P.S. True story.

The Story Of Greedy And Pok-Pok

Yes well, we have two new pets, their names are Greedy and Pok-Pok...and, well, they're chickens. Or better yet, we had two new pets, u...

2:20 AM

Adventures!

Well, Ozie went training today (mind you, she's a very talented gymnast, but that's not my point). And well, of course, when it's time to pick her up, our only car still at home decides to give up the ghost. Not cool. How's she gonna get home?<br />But hakuna matata, brilliant ideas are forthcoming!!!<br />Esy will take the bike and go to her training place to pick her up!<br />Ummm...I <span style="font-style: italic;">guess</span> if it's for poor Ozie, stuck out there all alone. Yep, I pick up the bike, all bundled up against the night wind, and set out on my quest.<br />So everything's fine just about to the moment when I'm almost in town, and then...<span style="font-style: italic;">ring, ring!</span><br />Me: Hello?<br />Non-identifed home member: Hey Esy, you can come home, Ozie's trainer is gonna take her back.<br />Me: What???<br />Non-identified home member: Umm yeah. You heard me right?<br />Me: But I just got here!<br />Non-identifed home member: Oh, well, you'll just have to...<br />Me: <span style="font-style: italic;">Click.<br />Beep, beep, beep.</span><br />Yes, I hung up on them, as pissed as I was, and turned my bike around in a huff, and began the treak upwards. (It's no small distance, those of you who've been here know.) And unfourtunately, I am not at all used to biking, I'm just fine with walking, but not biking, so ow. And the effect was enhanced by the fact that I was on an undersized bike with no air in the tires.<br />But I made it home.<br />Talking to yourself helps.<br />I have a sudden urge to accquire books, by whatever means possible. Anybody up for a belated Christmas gift??

Adventures!

Well, Ozie went training today (mind you, she's a very talented gymnast, but that's not my point). And well, of course, when it'...

11:42 AM

Thoughts

Thoughts

When your head and your heart are pulling in two opposite directions so furiously they are ripping your soul apart, which way do you follow?...

8:41 AM

Updatessssss...

Yeah, I haven't been blogging for lack of interesting happenings. I  <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span> promise though, that in Febuary some fun things will start appearing on this blog, don't give up on me just yet. Whatever, for now, be statisfied to know that I must do a <span style="font-style: italic;">lot</span> of school these days. So pray for me that my brain doesn't explode and die.<br />P.S. Aren't we a good looking family??<br />(I was only 15 there...sigh, if only...)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf9sU8S0GrujYy9rj_GeIgMtrOzB7g3_HAgw_fNfEO2nbpG5zQTtKXTtqM-uwctQbfAAaJArQBi72_vbkZk48Z_tsXkdW938qENPidF1wp4-W7rtgofmfkcVGzplGnTlqTGM2zLzROpZS/s1600-h/quaranta's.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291591912434323250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWf9sU8S0GrujYy9rj_GeIgMtrOzB7g3_HAgw_fNfEO2nbpG5zQTtKXTtqM-uwctQbfAAaJArQBi72_vbkZk48Z_tsXkdW938qENPidF1wp4-W7rtgofmfkcVGzplGnTlqTGM2zLzROpZS/s320/quaranta's.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" /></a>

Updatessssss...

Yeah, I haven't been blogging for lack of interesting happenings. I can promise though, that in Febuary some fun things will start app...

10:27 AM