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Questo e' il mio universoI dont fuckin know anymore
Myself
I'm 20 years old
I'm Italian
Loathe being called "White"
I'm Latin European
I'm Single
Recently served time in the USAF
I've met alot of good ppl since being there, who I'll have to leave and only hope to see again some-day.
-Emma
-Arju
-Roma
-Tita
-Ayla
-Tiki
I believe a promise should be kept. And if you can't keep a promise, don't make them. Once somebody breaks a promise to me, their trust goes along with it.
Io amo amici
Io amo famiglia
Pizza
Pollo parmigiano
Pollo marsala
Italian Food
Mexican Food
Indian food :-)
Indian music
Italian Music
I hope to be somebody important one day. Or at least have enough money to raise a family and live on my own. The real world is a pretty hard place to be alone in.
I'm not jealous when it comes to material posessions or fame and popularity. However, I am very jealous on the subject of my girl or my friends. I used to be very overprotective, especially of chic friendz. But, I'm getting better.
Just as there is a Latin America, there is a Latin Europe as well.
But we're all one Latin!
SoOpA BoY aInt DEAD bItcH
He's just supportin the gReeN wHiTe n' ReD
This is for my Indian friends :-)
STOP BEIN SO FUCKIN STEREOTYPICAL!
I do not have an olive complextion with excess facial hair, dark brown eyes under my unibrow and black hair. This is the coloring of people who trace their descent from Southern Italy. I am not swarthy at all. I do not have a unibrow and need serious facial waxing. I do tan very well, though.
I do not wear too much large gotti gold jewelry
I do not wear designer sweatsuits with metallic colored leather Keds.
I am not named after a saint.
I'm not Sicilian... I'm Italian!
And the biggest misconception of all. I do not know a soul who is in the Mafia, Cosa Nostra, or what the Italian press likes to call the Cosa Nuova nowadays. Everyone assumes that if you are Italian, you must be mobbed up somehow. DONT GET ME WRONG, I think it's an interesting part of my heritage history, and will talk about it and read about it, and play with it, but when people automatically ask me from the get go "Do you know somebody in the mafia?!" It's just kind of retarded(ed) :-).
*Witta flick of my fingers under mah chin.. gestured giovanni at which point I kick EM IN DA BALLS!*
I have a huge Italian attitude. Sometimes I think it's so bad I might end up having anxiety attacks. But hey, I'm fuckin Italian. What's your excuse? If you won't comment me or message me, or are to good for me, why accept my friend request? Or request me? I'm a skinny guy. yes, I used to weigh more. In Basic and Tech School I was up to 150... I'm a little less now obviously lol. Don't hate or judge because I'm so small. It's discriminating and ignorant. Anyhow, I keep re-doing this thing over and over, and as of right now I’m trying to figure out what I can write to make it a little more permanent.
MY FEELINGS ON TRUST
I’ve had so many people PROMISE me things they never keep or intend to keep. I absolutely DESPISE that. I hold the word “promise†close to my heart and value it to the utmost extreme. I always keep my promise. I don’t care what you think… I don’t care if you think I’m lying or not. We’re not here to judge me, we’re here to learn about me. If you promise me something and break it… I’ll probably never trust you again unless you have a valid reason. Which is why you DON’T PROMISE anything unless you KNOW for a FACT you can keep it. I’ve lost a lot of trust with people. Especially people who have called me “friendâ€. Please. If you really miss me so much, why don’t you call me when you say you will? Why don’t you call me at all? Why don’t you IM me and say “hi!â€. Why don’t you email me? Or leave me a message on this stupid myspace thing? You don’t miss me. Not one bit. So don’t lie to me. It’s not that hard to say hi. It’s just better to tell me the truth. I’m very cautious about the things people say… I guess “paranoid†would be the word. But in today’s world.. You have to be a little suspicious. People lie about the STUPIDEST, SMALLEST stuff like… wow.. You freakin’ turds, seriously!
So here’s the main point:
Break my trust once, and you’ll probably (definitely) never get it back.
You respect me… I respect you…
We trust each other… good!
Now, A REASON WHY THESE ITALIAN WORDS ARE MISPELLED IS SO YOU ENGLISH IDIOTI CAN READ IT. So here we go.. (Taken from a friend)
This is to every person I know who is Italian, could be Italian, married an Italian, lived with Italians or wants to be Italian...... !!!!!
Let's start at the beginning. Come stai? Molto bene. Bon giorno. Ciao. Arrivederci. Every Italian from Italy knows these words and every Italian-American should.
But what about the goomba speech pattern? Those words and phrases that are a little Italian, a little American, and a little slang. Words Every paisano and Bacciagaloop has heard,-words we hear on The Sopranos and throughout our Little Italy neighborhoods of New York and New Jersey, and yes... Cleveland too. This form of language, the "Goomba-Italiano" has been used for generations.
It's not gangster slang terms like "whack" or "vig", if that's what you are thinking---nope, this is real G uido tawk !
The goomba says ciao when he arrives or leaves. He says Madonna Mia anytime emotion is needed in any given situation. Mannaggia, meengya, oofah, and of course, va fangul can also be used. Capisce?He uses a mopeen to wipe his hands in the cuchina, gets agita from the gravy (SAUCE to the NJ gang) and will shkeeve meatballs unless they are homemade from the famiglia. Always foonah your bread in the pot of gravy(sauce) or you will be considered a real coo-gootz or a Mezzo-finookio.
There are usually plenty of mamalukes and the girl from the neighborhood with the reputation is a facia-bruta, puttana or a schifosa. If you are called cattivo, cabbadost, sfatcheem, stupido, or strunz, you are usually a pain in the ass. A crazy diavlo can give you the malokya(evil eye), but that red horn (contra malokya) will protect you if you Use it right. Don't forget to always say per favore and grazia and prego.
If you are feeling mooshadda or stoonad or mezzo-morto, always head to Nonna's and she will fix you up with a little homemade manicott', cavadell', or calamar', or some ricotta cheesecake.
Mangia some zeppoles, canollis, torrone, struffoli, shfoolyadell', pignoli cookies, or a little nutella on pannetone. Delizioso! I think I will fix myself a sangweech of cabagol' with some proshoot and mozarell' or maybe just a hot slice of peetza.
So salud' if you have any Italian blood in you and you understood anything written here! Then, you are numero uno and a professore of the goombas. If you don't get any of this, then fa Nabola with the whole thing and you are a disgraziato. Scuzi, mia dispiachay, I didn't mean that.......
Just...... fugheddaboudit!.......
Indian talks about Italians
Roman Empire
Lisa and Carissa lol
My hopeful future son's name
Cassius Marc Antony Persaliano
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