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The urgency

We were supported in all positions impossobili him at the kitchen table. The poor kitchen table for some whim of a hormone Funkfunk was moved from its usual position and completely attached to the wall. And there, in those positions by search meditative chakra points, Lola decides to reveal an intimate feeling while furious.

"Girls ..." It begins with a worried tone, as if what was about to share was too heavy to be trapped between teeth. And if you would not understand?
"Girls, it's some days I feel strange. I feel everything that moves and I remain still, static. It is a feeling in the pit of the stomach, as if I was being entangled more ... I feel my body changing, the weight of all this, you know? I hear it from here, from the belly. I do not know how to explain ... I feel an urgency. "
The Funkfunk remain silent, Lola set straight in the face and then look at her belly that she's connect string with your hands. Then Francis puts a hand on the shoulder and asks how you would patiently to a crazy: "You must go to the bathroom?"

"No Francis, spoke of the urgency of living, right?"
"Okay you, urgency is always ..." :-) Lola

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Funkfunk The path is coming to an end ...

Nella nostra introduzione si diceva che spesso ci chiediamo ancora perché non abbiamo scelto di fare la fiorista o la parrucchiera, una via piú semplice che t’introduce subito nel campo lavorativo. La risposta è che noi, Funkfunk, abbiamo deciso di seguire i nostri sogni, forse piuttosto inconsci, e dimostrare alle persone che non credevano in noi, che anche Noi facciamo parte di quel gruppo di studenti in grado di affrontare una sfida come quella dell’università. Noi, Funkfunk, crediamo in noi stesse e in quello che facciamo. Questa è la filosofia che “ci ha” insegnato il corso di Body Combat . E questo credere nelle nostre capacità took us to our first goal, which is the Bachelor.

In fact, our first few months left before the "graduation". What will we do next? Still do not know. it is likely that some of us change universities, and then go away Funklandia. Just the thought that you could divide Funkfunk saddens me. These four years of cohabitation has allowed me to get to know people that you and I must say that you are truly SPECIAL Funkfunk! With you I learned many things, for example

- Do not use the pepper spray indoors (I do not want to die choking)

- Giving water to the plants of tortellini (you die)

- give names to dead insects, plants and musical instruments

- Believing in ghosts

- Tell heat the bread in the oven

- ; Making tiramisu with fresh eggs just

- believe that love has no age (real Mr. Green?)

- tricks (at age 22 still do not wear makeup and I knew my mom is a beautician :) )

- Scare Ela with a simple "Booooo", as happens with children

I really have given me so much and you were always close together in time of need. I laughed with you to feel bad and I had fun as hell! I would do every single thing of the past four years!

I will be pathetic, but I want to publicly thank these wonderful four years spent together and I want to tell you that you are a unique and special friends! And for me, sisters of God has willed to me, you are sisters acquired : D

I love you!

Francis

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VM, harassing

's enough, now we must say. We have waited long enough. We hoped it was a random incident. An outlet. A temporary fixed. A sudden wail but repetitive. Something short, after a while 'disappears, vanishes, it disintegrates! But no. Francis and Tiff are fortunate. Their rooms are enough to stay away unscathed. Lola and Ella are just right to shoot instead. Well that's enough. After days of patience and weeks of questions without stances funkfunk now taking action. They must devise a plan to get rid of the troublesome neighbor, who has a laugh with ultrasound through the walls of funkappartamento and makes us turn the guts!

PLAN A: We play at the door harassing the neighbor (henceforth, called VM to avoid serious consequences in the event that this top secret document was discovered by him) and ask him not to laugh so hard ... Poor, better go to plan B.

PLAN B: We all gathered in the room from Lola, the one closest to the nearby annoying. Then we fill your lungs as balloons and burst into a rude laugh, an evil laugh all throat. And if not at home? Better go to plan C.

PLAN C: We go a tight black jumpsuit and since we do not because we're not Charlie's Angels, we put the thick wool tights, and a couple more in the head as passamonatagna. So in the female version of Aldo, Giovanni e Giacomo, equipped with the torch, we sneak in the apartment of the VM and try to discover the source of much fun. The destroy! No. .. we do not have enough tights ... Plan D?

PLAN: If plans A, B and C were not fruitful, to surrender. You are the queens. The Damnation of an evil laugh, a sob, repulsive, meaningless, howls and shrieks as I could haunt you for eternity, expensive and silly Funkfunk. VM won. The desperate

Funkfunk, on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

PS Dear readers without laughter capable of inflicting fatal injuries, you have any idea?

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near the "Pause" Lunch

In high school you came home from a full day at school, including lunch, and when the mother asked "what have you been doing at school?", He replied almost automatically "pause." University of Funklandia, you can not even say that. No, because the lunch break is one of the crucial moments to do all the activities related to starting school for re-: again, retrieve, review, also the time when you can see the incredible ability of our students to do five things (on average) at a time.

The bell rings in the building the main university, students hungry flock to catapult out of the classroom and in the cafeteria to pick up a sandwich-like ultra bland. Then go to catapult to resume possession of any place to go and re-do all the things you could not do before. At half past noon, when the catapults are now falling, the situation is a bit 'more calmly

on every floor lounge overlooking the immense neoclassical called symbolically "the courtyard of the light" (not Just kidding, although it appears the advertising for a cult!), students were just sitting there. Perch, clinging, hanging, everything points to a zoo rather than at the university.

I am able to sit in the middle of the Greek columns that support the court's view, and admire, dazzled, the leg of a boy hanging down into the void of the three floors below. The boy is sitting on the parapet and (re) read a book, while call. The sandwich is tasteless leaning next to him with a bottle of water and in front is his most faithful friend, the computer, look for the email. So, in summary, the boy is leggend-telefonand-mangiand-bevend-and-control email. Five at a time. Not bad, is average.

"that cosa hai fatto di bello oggi a scuola?” mi chiede Lola quando torno a casa.

“Sono andata al gabinetto”, rispondo io, perché ormai anche la mia pausa è stata come quella del ragazzo dalla gamba penzolante, ma MI RIFIUTO di pensare che ci sia davvero un psycho che studia anche al wc…

:D Ela

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We will not surrender!

"Ela, te lo dico già, non so se ce la farò a resistere fino alla fine..." Ci eravamo cacciate in un bel pasticcio, o piuttosto, io avevo cacciato tutte e due in un bel pasticcio. Stavamo per innoltrarci nel grande tempio del fitness, pieno di corpi caldi and mechanical tools ready to chop, we were about to enter the immense funklandese gym. I should cry mea culpa, throw myself in the knee and tore their clothes as a sign of repentance, but I did not. We went into a dressing room packed with girls of all shapes and sizes. With our trainers, both new to betray our attitude a bit 'awkward girls with super fit, we entered the room being prepared for BODY COMBAT. Yes, Ella and Lola would have fought, or at least pretended to fight, for 55 min., For 55 long minutes!

"Hallo zusammen! Seit ihr bereit für den Kampf?! Are you ready to fight!"
"Yeahhhhhh!" Our Company is liable for teacher-warrior mitered with a cry full of anger. Next to me two tattooed guys in spots from head to toe. Ela and I apologize I look at him. Just in time, because in a moment a part of dance music with powerful bass. As a response to a military command, they all look the mirror in front and pretend to fight with the enemy. The two Funkfunk, trying to keep up with these crazy movements, kicks, jumps, punches, knees and elbows.

But the worst was yet to come ... Brave Heart's music fills the room ...
"You are brave fighters, I want to hear from you!"
"Uhh! Ahh!"
Ela and I imagine I look dressed in skins with the hair soiled with mud, just like Mel Gibson in the film. Horrible thought ...

"Cultivate your heart, fighting!"
"Uhh! Ahh!" The teacher-
warrior rolls around each other's wrists and draw an imaginary arc ... "Pull! Sfrecciate your arrows, brave hearts!"
"Uhh! Ahh!"
"We will not surrender! Will not give up!"

If I had predicted, if they had told me that I'd been in a classroom and Ella, in front of a mirror, you sweat like never before, to pull arrows Brave Heart style, that we were apostrophe as fearless warriors, next boys and girls screaming, angry, bursting with minerals left and right, well I think we believe him? We drag

out effort, we want our mouths water and water to wash the clothes stuck everywhere ... With a small voice ask

"Ela, then?" What do we return? "
'Well,' We will not surrender 'is not it? "


Lola feat. Ela, your Brave Hearts funklandesi