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ha ha ha ha ha...I asked to a "dahling"..are you my dahling bad?!....I'm sorry but you're not my dahling actually (from my point of view) ()

Ok...anyway..anyone who got the sentence that allie wrote me can translate it to me...if they wnat...have fun...!!

why not?
i'm a very beutiful guy!

Hmmm..yes you're right...do you want to stay with me?


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no thanks, i've changed my mind!

bwahahahahahahahahaha


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lore dahling...'montage' means "a lot of things"...i was commenting on the art at the end of your entries! bad...i dont know if you got my mail but i LOVED your songs (love yours too lore, but you know that). bad..just out of curiosity...where does your name come from?...i will post a poem i wrote in here soon...just have to find it first! I have an opportunity to go to the most prestigious writing festival in the states...i have to enter my poems to the english office at my school...i REALLY want to go!...well...must go do homework (UGH!) love and hugs...allie

the name of the group, that's even my nick, is a wrong word.
a day, while we was running on the car, we compared ourselves to "malintenzionati", people with bad intentions.
i search on the dictionary the word, and i found "ill intentioned", but we didn't like it, so we changed it in "Bad Intentioned"
i haven't received your mail 'till now, i'll wait for it!
post your poems, i like very much poems!

CITAZIONE

I have an opportunity to go to the most prestigious writing festival in the states...i have to enter my poems to the english office at my school...i REALLY want to go!...

Cool! When are u going there? What are u gonna win? That's a really important chance! I had a chance like that too 1 month ago and it seems that i've not been lucky this time..but there won't be any second time...so, go,catch this opportunity and win the price baby!

here is one of my favorite poems...i dont have my best one on this computer, but as soon as i find the computer it is on i will post it.

SWEET CINNAMON BABY
The mother hopes
The lull of the sweet cinnamon
Will coax her daughter out
Of her self imposed hibernation.
Thirteen years ago
As her baby girl was just learning
To resist into love,
Thirteen years ago
This coming Christmas
She found her pink and frilly
Little girl
Sitting on the floor
Spatula in pink pudgy hand
Sweet batter in innocent mouth
Cinnamon in caramel hair
Finishing off the last
Of what would have been
Her first batch
Of family cookies.
Thirteen years have passed
Her daughter hates warm cookies
Says they are too sweet
And will ruin her
Vulnerable figure.
But on her ventures
Out of her cavern
Her baby girl
(although no longer pink and frilly)
Can be seen
During the Christmas season
Bent over the table
Where the uncooked dough is resting
Frantically devouring her memories.

lore...I have to submit 3 poems to the english department at my school...and then they will choose 5 studenti to go down to the festival! i really really want to be chosen! bad...your name is good as it is! i am pretty sure it is gramatically correct as well! i will also re send you my mail...must go sleep now...was up very late last night putting together a poetry portfolio!xoxo

allie, i've recieved your mail, THANKS A LOT!

please, could you re-write this part because i don't understand it....(YOU SOUND SO BOASTFUL, BECAUSE YOU TRY, BUT YO US IT SEEMS LIKE ITS A LIE)

you are so boastful, because you try, but to us it feels like a lie

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!