Music: I have studied music since I was very young, and I have played the piano, the flute and the clarinet, the recorder, and [tried to play] the trumpet... I played the clarinet with various Maltese band clubs, and in 1995 I even played in the Maltese community in Toronto, Canada. My favourite instrument though... is the voice. I am a member of the Malta Opera Company and I took part in two recently staged operas, Cavalleria Rusticana & I Pagliacci, at the Manoel Theatre in Valletta.
Pets: I have four pets: a dog, a bird and two tortoises.
Years ago I had a tortoise called Antigone, which unfortunately disappeared, but before leaving, she left us her two little offsprings which are called Zazza' and Gagga'. Antigone was my favourite pet until Spiru (Sacha) lodged in, but I still miss her because she was old and wise.
Interests & Hobbies: I love languages because of their unforgettable sound. I have learnt some Greek with which I communicated well in Greece, and I was awarded the Advanced Level certificate in Russian by the Russian Centre for Science and Culture in Valletta. I have been an active member at the centre since 1997, and now I decided to sit for both the ordinary and advanced Matriculation Certificate in the language.
My hobbies and my studies keep me indoors most of the time. I am fascinated by Russian literature, especially by the spirituality of Russian literature, the mystery of which has inspired me in writing a poem last April).
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This is my largest pet :
Sacha Jan Censinu Bibsy Terminator Ivanhoe Man Justin Gary Sufi Stephen Spiru Sprayer, but his nickname is Leafy.
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Inspiration from one of Americas greatest motivators
by Norman Vincent Peale
Then never, never, never give up.
The secret of life isnt in what happens to you, but what you do with what happens to you.
Help other people to cope with their problems and your own will be easier to cope with.
Never use the word IMPOSSIBLE seriously again,
Toss it into the verbal waste bucket.
Self-trust is the first secret of success.
So believe in and trust yourself.
Stand up to your obstacles and do something about them.
You will notice that they havent half the strength you think they have.
Joy increases as you give it, and diminishes as you try to keep it for yourself.
In giving it you will accumulate a deposit of joy
Greater than you ever believed possible.
How you think about a problem is more important than the problem itself.
So always think POSITIVELY
Go at life with abandon: give it all youve got,
And life will give all it has to you.
Cera una volta una bimba che viveva in un paese pieno di folletti. Cerano di tutti i tipi, alti e bassi, magri e grassi, belli e brutti... ma avevano una cosa in comune, tutti amavano le piccole bambine. Questa bimba spesso correva nei prati pieni di fiori meravigliosi. Tutto era bello e magnifico.
Quando andava a casa mangiava accanto a Zefron, il suo fratello, e andava al letto a sognare. Un giorno cera un bel folletto che voleva mostrare una cosa a questa bimba, e la porto' in un posto misterioso. Tutto ad un tratto le luci si spensero e la bimba si perse nel vuoto. Poteva sentire un suono strano, un suono continuo che le dava fastidio. Lei cominciava a piangere, e scappo' con tutte le sue forze.
Doveva attraversare un prato nel suo ritorno a casa, e vide dei fiori appassiti che diventarono neri. Lei ritorno a casa, ma quando ritornava vide che tutto era cambiato, tutto era diventato nero e non poteva piu respirare laria pura di prima... qualcosa le faceva male. La bimba cominciava a piangere e a chiamare Zefron, ma lui non era li per provare quello che provava lei, nessuno era li per aiutarla. Poteva sentire quello strano suono di prima, quel suono che non smetteva mai, cosi come non smetteva mai il pianto della bimba.
Un giorno il pianto della bimba smise, per sempre. I suei occhi diventarono di pietra, e le lachrime diventarono sale. Poi lei si chiese chi era, cosa cera sotto quel vestitino, una bimba. Ma chi ha il coraggio di chiamarla bimba? Chi? Solo qualche folletto che non ha capito niente. Solo qualche folletto che non vuole capire niente.
Aren't they cute?? Err...
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Created on 10th February 1996 and last updated on Tuesday 2nd
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