Seireina

Time capsule -To be opened when you're 18

2012-03-08T08:10:00.000-08:00

From when I was seventeen. You will see this post when you're 18, a grown adult.

I'd like to say things won't be much different, but truth is I don't know. As far as I'm concerned, I'm already an adult. Being 18 will only mean I'll be one by law- which doesn't mean much. Other than that I'll be able to drink legaly. Damn. It's more fun to drink illegaly.

I'll be able to drive... which something I don't care for. I can't have a car, I'm not going to learn to drive- at least not right away- and I hate driving real cars, you know, other than the ones at fun parks that you can smash into other people or walls and it not matter. I once got behind the wheel (steering wheel, smart ass, I wouldn't be writing this right now cause I'd be dead if it were any other wheel) of my dad's car to learn to drive a bit. OH MY GOSH NOOOOOO!!!

For starters, driving is a lot harder than people think, remembering where everything is and what they do, trying not to press too hardly on the accelerator.... and having my dad yelling not to press on it too hard. I really wasn't, but the bloody thing didn't work well and kept roaring at the slightest of touches!!!! Not my fault! And he kept yelling and yelling about everything. At some point (several points) I very nicely said "STOP YELLING!!!!" and right away, just right away, in this very sheepish and calm voice he'd say "I'm not shouting", while trying to look completely innocent. No more than a minute later he'd be like "Don't press so much- hey, PRESS LIGHTER!!" and I'd go "STOP YELLING!!" and he'd go "I'm not yelling" very sheepishly, then me and my mother would be arguing with him that he is in fact yelling- ahh, you get the story!

Oh, to set things straight first, we were at my village in an almost open area which yes, you could call a road, but hey, cars pass like every ten minutes there, five at most.

So, back on track. I don't know if you will have voted by then. I think there's a law that says even if you're not 18, but you are going to become that year, you can vote. Have the elections they've been talking about happening in February going to actually happen? If so, what did you vote? Did you vote? Did you vote while you were still 17? Oh my. There's really no good in becoming 18! I can drink, drive (attempt to) and vote without being so, and yet everyone is so desperate to grow up. Why?

I can't say I hope everything will have got better, cause this will be bitter to read, should they not. I don't know what else to write. This year seems to have been brief. Maybe something about exiting adolesence for real would do.

Hmm... first of all, I'll miss you (!), despite you being a bitch to me *talking to adolesence* (no, I'm not psycho. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back to this serious conversation I'm having with myself). Adolesence was a dark period for me. Life was always hard, like there were clouds surrounding me that I was desperately trying to wipe away. As a teenager I gave up the effort. Cause I realized it would be in vain. It was the first time I was faced with problems that didn't only exist in my mind. It was a slow but rude awakening to real life.

I definitely won't miss my looks from then. I'm scared to death I might go back to that or worse. Though having the body I had before I was 14 would be good, perhaps with more in the chest area. I was thin then. But everything else... my, just my, where do I begin. The crooked teeth (which I'm still not completely happy with, but the way they were before... anything is an improvement), braces, terrible skin (should I stop the treatment now it may go bad again though), glasses, awful hair, clothes... Okay, the last two are easily changeable. A red-gone-blond (thankfully!) high-light, makeup and more attention to what I wear did the job. Contacts and creams complete the set and suddenly I look less like a monster. It was basically those things that seriously degraded my appearance.

But now I'm an adult. I need to look like one, be 'kay-looking. Gorgeous would be ideal, but there's only so much I can do. As long as my eyes don't hurt everytime I look in the mirror I'm fine.

The path leading to adulthood has been painful. I don't feel like going into details about it, perhaps some other time. The problems I faced may sound too cliche, so let's not talk about them. Basically, they were problems I always had to some degree, but at adolesence they reached their peak.

And so it goes. Life. The road is uphill from here. I'm about three months away from truly entering the real world. There is one thing I'd like to say about that, and I hope that you, my future self, has got over this: "I'm not ready!!!"

Terminally bored? Fun suggestions to get over it!

2012-03-01T12:16:00.000-08:00

WARNING: Proceed with caution. Some of these tips my not be suitable for kids under 35 years old or people over 25 years old.

...that made no sense. That's okay cause this post doesn't make sense either. Any harm that may come from trying any of the tips is completely your fault for being a fool and trying them. Have a good day!

Splatter fluorescent paint on the ceiling of your room and pretend they are stars. Lie on your back and count them.
Lean with your stomach on a desk chair (the ones with wheels), head and legs hanging on either side and twirl until you throw up.
Find out how much time it takes to fill a bathtub with water from a dripping tap.
Read Twilight.
Open the Guinness World Records book and try to beat one. One that isn't dangerous and that you can do at home. In other words, none...
Build the Eiffel Tower using domino.
Plant beans in a yogurt carton, sit back and watch them grow.
Have sex with your imaginary friend.
See how many cookies you can pile on your nose before giving in and eating them.
Have a staring contest with your cat.
Write an incredibly lame blog post and see how many hate comments you get.
Try to educate trolls in a forum (that's for those of you who have a loooooot of time to kill. Seriously, if you hate your time that much that you want to subject it to a fate worse than death, this is the option for you.)
Melt a Barbie doll over a candle flame. Have a glass of water handy though. You never know.
Remove your leg hair by plucking the hairs out one by one. That'll probably keep you occupied for a couple of days.
Read boring blog posts whose writer is only writing cause she's bored.
Do your homework.
Find out how to stop global warming.
Memorise all seven Harry Potter books.
Learn Ancient Greek.
Just do whatever.

Costume party at school and a very... original contest

2012-02-24T05:01:00.001-08:00

Today was the party I was telling you yesterday about. After two hours in class (we wrote the test and thankfully, I don't think I flunked it, and no, I didn't study drunk), we dressed up and headed to the basement for some fun.

This is a grafiti I've never seen before. It's really pretty. I wonder if the same artist that did the wall in the yard painted it... I don't think so. This one's actually nice.

The room was all decorated for the celebration of Apokries. Apokries? Oh my, I haven't told you about that, have I? Alright, you know Halloween? It's like that, only celebrated after Christmas and before Easter. People dress up and attend parties and parades. Unlike Halloween, it's meant to be fun, not scary, no one goes trick or treating and it doesn't last just one day. It's a period over a few weeks Apokries is celebrated. So basically it has nothing in common with Halloween. I only mentioned that cause of the dressing up bussiness.

Speaking of dressing up, look what my friends brought. One of them went shopping for stuff yesterday and spent over 50 euros! I then saw what he bought; two items, glasses and a hat. He mentioned buying a lot of things for his dog, but man, what could a dog need that is so expensive?

The party took a while to start. People were just hanging around the room not doing much.

See?

I still don't know who this guy was.

The place started to get more and more crowded...

Things livened up a bit. I was checking around to see who had dressed up. I put some ears on my head and called it a costume.

Other people went all the way. In the yard I had noticed a lot of girls dressed like sluts...

...except me of course! I went as a very modest "girl with animal ears". Nekomimi was just too obvious.

I'm still hesitant to show my face. I don't understand why. I got some really nice photos and it's not like I've not shown it before on You Tube. But since it took me hours and hours to decide which photos to post and still didn't feel right, I thought "to hell with this!" Perhaps some other time when I'm not wearing cat ears (I know they don't look like it, but that's what they're supposed to be)

So we were all in the basement, chatting and listening to music, when some very special guests arrived. You can see the back of one of them in the pic. This guy- what you say? Why yes, that's a guy, the one in the short black dress and the scarf on his head.

Guys gone girls! Some smart ass thought it would be funny- it was- if they dressed up as...

...prostitutes apparently.

About eight guys walked in wearing dresses and wiggs. A crowd gathered and pictures were taken.

They were in a corner along with a few other people, fumbling around and messing about, I couldn't exactly tell what.

Then...

That was one hell of an entrance!

The curtains were opened and fireworks went off, confeti was thrown and a pink-haired maid appeared on the stage.

I wondered what the number 2 on his- sorry, her chest meant...

...then I found out. For a pageant!

People made some room for the models to walk.

Soon the scene seemed like one taken out of Hana Kimi, with boys dressed as girls and holding a beauty contest.

Model number 1, the blonde.

Model number 3, the pink.

Model number... I don't remember. She was very flirty though.

Model number 7. She was a little drunk.

When all the models had walked, they appeared all together.

lol!

Each model was asked to answer some questions. Sometimes it was the questions, sometimes the answers, eitherway the teachers weren't happy. Anytime anyone said something ...crude they were quick to step in. The presenter (red-head on stage) was trying to keep it classy, at some point even saying "let's be good, we're on TV and we've got ΕΣΡ to worry about". LOL!!! The teachers are ΕΣΡ!!! (ΕΣΡ is something that is supposed to make sure everything on TV is appropriate and stuff, but they seem to work for the government by fining anyone who says anything against it. Nice.)

The judges.

Three models were chosen

This is number 2. I wanted her to win.

Models number 1 and number 2 were the finalists...

The crowd was anxiously awaiting the verdict....

...and it's Miss number 1!!

Everyone celebrated! (in her speech she had promised everyone "a good time" if they voted for her. I didn't get anything. Maybe cause I wanted the other one to win)

Miss number 1 was happy with her victory.

Like any pageant winner, she was called for a celebratory cat walk. Graceful, isn't she?

After that, the party went back to normal.

Things were a little more lively though...

This guy lit a firework. When he had first done so, it went down so he needed to light it again. Second time round, looking good.

The party from then on was basically just dancing so I was bored.

I soon after left. Somehow I managed to waste a lot of time on I don't know what. Look how late it is! That's why I'll be going. Alrighty then, bye and remember to party lots!

Finally 18! I'm an adult now

2012-02-23T12:54:00.001-08:00

Today was a normal run-of-the-mill day. Except that I turned 18. Now that's not something I do everyday. I am now a responsible, able to drink (legaly), drive and fill in my own absenses at school adult. I'm all grown up!

...except that I'm not. I don't feel like an adult. I don't feel any different from the day before. I still go to school, I still live at my parents' house (and will be for a long time cause I can't afford my own place. Besides, it's custom for Greeks to live with their parents up until they're thirty) and I still have no control over my life. Not that I deluded myself into thinking that I would when I became 18, of course.

All in all, reaching this age really isn't anything special. There's nothing new I can now do that I couldn't do before. Drink? Please, we're in Greece for goodness sake! We don't even have fake IDs, we get served anyway. Smoke? Most people start at fourteen. I've not even taken a swig (I know, I'm very weird). Drive? I've sat behind a wheel before, but I wasn't thrilled. I don't like driving. Can't afford a car anyway. I'm more of a legs person, since I've got them I use them. I walk everywhere!

Voting. In Greece you can vote the year you're going to become 18 even if you haven't actually turned it yet. Now I'm disappointed. I wanted to vote before I became 18. But we've had no elections yet (we probably never will again. Democracy is dead after all). For the same reason, I wanted to drink. Drink before it's legal for me to, cause you know, where's the fun otherwise?

Enough with that. Let's talk birthdays. Ever since my 16th disaster, I realised birthdays aren't important. They're just a day like all others, except you age another year. Here's another thing I hate about being 18, it's all downhill from here. Anyway, after spending it in a hospital with no cake, only deserts from Everest, then at home away from half my family with a cup of ramen noodles and booze, I thought: "This is terrible. It's my freaken' birthday! Not any birthday. My 16th!!" Yeah, not so very sweet sixteen...

Thankfully my 18th wasn't that bad. It was quite good. Or maybe it seemed that way cause I expected it to totally suck. It fell on one of the few days we have a full program at school and cram school in the afternoon. I also had things to do, like pay 60 euros as the third dose of the payment for the school trip and then worry about the room arrangements at the hotel we're going to stay at in Crete (leaving in just over two weeks!! Though today I was told by a friend that the people she knew had stayed at that hotel and ate the food got ill. I guess I'll be starving myself!). But it didn't affect me that much. My friends remembered it was my birthday and wished me well. It was a fun day, despite being seven periods long (no teachers missing either).

I ended up counting down the seconds to the end of the day so I could go home and eat. I was sooo hungry! I hadn't taken a snack cause I knew a fresh pumpkin pie and cheesecake awaited me at home. And so happened.

The cheesecake was actually my birthday cake. I didn't want a normal cake cause I don't like them. They have too much cake. (what's wrong with making a cake entirely out of chocolate without having bready parts interrupting the deliciousness? It's fattening enough as it is anyway, don't go adding carbs to the mix) I set my "1" and "8" candle in the centre. The "8" one wasn't very cooperative, it kept threatening to fall face first into the cherry pie filling covering the cake. When it was all set, I thought "why not take some photos?" naively unaware of the drama that could cause.

You see, I haven't charged my camera in ages (hence in the previous post we used my sister's cell to snap shots of her make up) so I asked her to bring her (new) phone. Her "old" one was being weird so she quickly replaced it by an inferior model. I don't like the new phone. I had an emotional connection with the first one. I mean, seriously, what was not to love about it? Beautiful, took shots that not even my camera could take and modestly combined everything a modern phone should have. But it just had to die, didn't it?

Of course the new one, other than the fact it doesn't take as good photos despite having a so-called better camera, is harder to handle when taking photos. The button you press to shoot is effin' touch screen!! The hell?! Anyway, my mum wanted to take photos but they kept turning out wrong, my sister was deleting them before we could see them, something mum didn't like, dad was chanting "We're hungry, we're hungry" as the process dragged on with mum trying to figure out how to use the useless phone and my sister objecting to posing for so long. Lot's of drama!

We got done at some point and after the usual "Happy birthday" song (in both English and Greek please) I finally managed to blow out my "1" and "8" candles and eat a piece too much. It was very good! Then, there were presents. Despite being told there wouldn't be much cause they didn't know what to buy me, I ended up with a fair amount. A ring with a metal rose on it (dad had to squash it smaller to fit my finger properly and it's still bigger than I'd like!) that I had chosen and some clothes we bought the other day, perfume, new slippers (these ones don't make noise when I walk! And the fit my foot perfectly- my old ones are so loose I need pins to hold them around my foot) and chocolate. I got so much more than I expected and took so long to open them that I was late for my lesson at cram school.

Now I'm back, I've eaten two pieces of the cheese pie my dag baked for the occasion, "karydopita" my uncle and aunt brought, crisps.... So much for my diet! But hey, even 31 days is good. Let's hope I get back on track soon. Hmm, actually I think I want wine. It's legal now! But yeah, I think I'll go have some of that after I finish this post. Then study for the test I have tomorrow. Drunk. We've only two hours of school then party!! Damn, my birthday couldn't have fallen then. It seriously sucks to have to go to school and have all this routine on a special day. My birthday should be a bloody national holiday, damn it! We celebrate events such as beating the Germans and saying "no" to the Italians but not my birthday? Not fair!

Little interruption, just went and got wine. I made room in the fridge door when there wasn't any, managed to take of the paper AND the little wire covering the top. How amazing is that?! Okay, I needed help to remove the plug thingy, but other than that, I did it all by myself like a grown-up adult!

...would you believe that's my biggest achievement today? Till now I've failed as an adult. I needed someone else to light my birthday candles, cut the cake and I've overeaten. It's not that I couldn't have done the two first things myself, its just I wouldn't have done them as well.

To conclude this brief little post, turning 18 is like... whatever. I'm glad that till now it's been a nice birtthday, I'd seriously lost hope in them. But I got twelve (yes 12!) people wishing me happy birthday on Facebook, most of which I'm very familiar with. And people in real life said "Happy birthday", more people than I expected so I'm really happy. It was a good birthday, but not a special one. I turned 18, so what? If you're a troubled 17 year old that can't wait to blow out eighteen candles, my advice is don't rush it, it'll happen some time and it's no big deal. It's legaly growing up. I've been an adult brain-wise for quite some time now. It's just the age I turned now matches that.

Last year, I had a bit of a crisis when turning 17. It was the end of my youth, you see. This year I took it easy. Aging is something you can't stop. Yeah, I've even started to look my age. At 15, people confused me for 13 or 14, but now I look about 18, which is traumatic considering I think of myself as young looking. Not anymore I guess. I've grown into my looks. But whatever, I'll deal with life as an 18 year old. I still don't feel that age! It's crazy, I'm still a child!

But we got to accept what we can't change, I guess. My, if I'm freaking out this much now, imagine what I'm gonna do when I'm really old! I'll be going now, things to do that I'll prolly not do. Alrighty, see ya round! I'm 18!! ^_^

P.S. I just realised this was the end of my adolesence! *o*

Cat inspired night make-up

2012-02-18T10:30:00.001-08:00

This is not a make up blog. That's why it may seem weird that there's a make up post on it.There's an explanation for that; it's a random blog. Hence anything may appear on it. Who knows, I could write about cars any day now. Only I can assure you that won't be happening.

Any time soon at least. Say, this lifetime?

Anyway, I was thinking of doing something like this for a while. You see, my sister happens to be a make up genius, having spent a fair time watching tutorials on You Tube and owning a humongous collection of make up and even throwing out words such as "primer" which make most people go "wtf?", she discovered a talent that unfortunately she is too shy to share. Up till now.

There were a few obstacles in this endeavour, however. Many, in fact. Firstly, stupid me was planning on making a photo-based post like this one without having charged my camera. Yeah, so no camera. That's no use when you want to make a post that almost completely relies on photos.

We did not let that minor detail get in our way. Instead, we snapped the photos on her cell phone. The only problem there is that Sony Ericson Walkmans aren't really great for make up shoots, since they only have a 3.2 megapixel camera. If you haven't figured it out by now, quality-wise the pictures aren't the best.

Another problem was lighting; even with my 14 megapixel camera we wouldn't manage to get quality photos because of that. The best light we could find was a strong white light. Then I had to snap photos of only the eye so the make up can show, and unfortunately we couldn't get pictures of the process because there were no mirrors in the room said light was in, so there was a lot of wandering back and forth between rooms. Yeah, it was a difficult process.

But, we did it and here's the result. Bear in mind it's a first time either of us have attempted anything like this, and I can't apologise enough for the poor quality. Blame Sony, not me.

So, here's the look in question. I know it doesn't look impressive, but it really actually is. Want proof? Do it for yourself and see. If you aren't impressed, then it's most likely your fault for not doing it well!

For this look you'll need:

A rich brown shimmery eyeshadow
Cranberry coloured eyeshadow
Dark gray eyeshadow
White glitter
Dark silver shimmery eyeshadow
Black liquid eyeliner
Black pencil
Eyelash curler
Mascara
Tape (yeah, I found that weird too!)

Step one: Using a shimmery rich brown eyeshadow apply to the outer half of your top eyelid.

Step two: Taking a cranberry eyeshadow (like the one highlighted in the picture on the top), apply to the inner part of your top eyelid.

Step three: With a thin brush take a dark gray eyeshadow (highlighted in the left picture) and draw your bottom lash line. Then using the cranberry shadow from step two draw around the gray colour and blend it in with the colour on your top lid.

Step four: Take a black shimmery shadow and create a "V" on the outer corner of your top eye lid. Using a fluffy blending brush blend the "V" to get rid of any harsh lines.

Step five: Take a piece of tape (make sure it's not too sticky) and place it as depicted. Then using a dark silver shimmery eye shadow start from the edge of your lid and sweep the colour up to the tape to create a sharp line.

Step six: Line your upper eyelid with liquid eyeliner as close to the lash line as possible.

Step seven: Apply white glitter to the inner corner (towards your nose) and line your water line with black pencil (for eyes, not regular. Unless of course you wish for a trip to the ER).

Step eight: To finish it off, curl lashes and apply mascara. You're done!

Again, sorry for the quality, promise it looks stunning from close.

That's that, I'll get on with my regular stuff from now on. I'd like to thank my sister for being such an awesome make up artist and willing to make this tutorial. Hopefully she'll one day get over her shyness, make a You Tube chanel and be the best make up guru on the net (these pictures do absolutely- and I can't stress this enough- no justice, so hopefully on video she'll be able to show her true potential).

Seriously, name me any known guru- she's better. I take full responsibility for the atrocity of these pictures. Umm, actually no. As I said before, Sony's fault!

Hottest dramas with the hottest boys (Part 2)

2012-02-11T03:10:00.000-08:00

Hey there again! I now present you the second instalment of whatever this is. It's the most popular post on this blog so I thought "I gotta give'em more". And here more comes! Ready? if you're not sure what this post is about, read the original one first, and the movie version while you're at it.

*Mei-chan no Shitsuji (Hiro Mizushima, Takeru Sato, Akihiro Mayama, Ryohei Suzuki, Osamu Mukai and more)

Based on a manga. This is a drama I particularly enjoyed, especially due to Hiro Mizushima's presence. Mei is a poor girl who finds out she is in fact rich when her parents one day die. She is sent to this weird school where girls have buttlers following them like shadows and doing everything for them. The buttler assigned to her is none other than the hotter-than-hot Rihito Shibata, a popular S-rank buttler. Out of all the ladies swarming him and wanting him to serve them, he chooses Mei. Everyone, including said girl, wonder why.

Light and easy to watch, enjoyable as hell and most of all, interesting. From episode one I was intrigued and couldn't stop watching. I finished this drama quickly and loved every moment of it! Then again, a story with lots, and I mean lots! of hot guys in it, is definitely my cup of tea, so there's no way I wouldn't enjoy it! Wanna see what I'm talking about?

Hiro Mizushima

Takeru Sato

Akihiro Mayama

Ryohei Suzuki

Osamu Mukai

Shinpei and Manpei Takagi

*Samurai High School (Haruma Miura, Yu Shirota)

Another one I recently finished. And loved! Everything about it was great, the cast, the story, everything.

Koutaro Mochizuki is a normal high school student who gets into trouble for sleeping in class. As a punishment he is told to write a report on the war of some era, don't remember which. He walks into a smal library he comes across and a mysterious lady dressed in a kimono helps him choose a book. However, the book she gives him is haunted! Koutaro is possesed by a samurai's spirit, who is later found to be his ancestor. Whenever the boy is in trouble, the samurai takes over his body and saves the day. That results into him appearing as if he has two personalities, something that confuzes those around him. The big problem is he can't tell them the truth, otherwise the samurai will leave, taking his body with him. But wait- why is the samurai there in the first place? Watch to find out!

This is a completely random note, but one of the aspects I personally loved about this show was Koutaro's double personality. You've got the cute loser-like goofy boy and the strong and serious samurai, both in one hot package. Two completely opposite personalities, two types of guys in one! Doesn't sound that awesome, but pervert me thought it was. Anyway...

Haruma Miura

The guy is beautiful, beautiful I tell you!!

Yu Shirota

That's it... I know, only two, but those are the only ones I watched to the end and aren't mentioned in the previous post. Those'll have to do. If I watch more, who knows, there may be sequels to this... yay!

Contact lenses VS Glasses

2012-02-04T04:01:00.000-08:00

Contact lenses

+ No glasses!
+ You can rest your head without the risk of snapping the frame of your glasses.
+ Even your peripheral vision is clear.
+ Can put on shirts without the risk of snapping your glasses (generally, can do anything without risk of snapping glasses)
+ Can see the time on the kitchen microwave while in the shower (if your shower's near the kitchen, otherwise... no).

- You have to take them out :(
- Hygiene is important (there's a chance of infection that you don't have with glasses).
- Expensive.
- They blur some times and you have to yawn or do something to cause tears to clear the eye.
- Only last a month.

Glasses

+ You can wear them all day.
+They don't bother your eyes.
+ Are easy to handle, no liquid or changing them every month.

- Not particularly pretty.
- Can be unconforatble if the frame is not right.
- May break.
- Fog up when it's cold, when you cough and when you blow your soup to cool down.
- If they come off, it's hard to see.

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Now you know, the choice is yours. If you know, please do share your wisdom. Any difficulties/benefits of glasses and contacts I've missed? Speak up.

Do it like an anorexic, only healthily- Diet advice most people ignore

2012-02-02T12:59:00.000-08:00

I'm having trouble. Trouble keeping away from food. Somehow I managed to get to eleven days. Hopefully that streak will continue...

No, you got it wrong. I'm not fasting; I'm trying not to binge. Eleven days is a record for me. I know this sounds pathetic to a normal person, but if you consider that ever since summer I've not managed to keep myself from eating crap for more than six days in a row, it's pretty darn impressive. I had managed to diet and lose weight before summer, but then it all went out of the window. My eating habits became terrible, and yet only recently did I notice a change on my body.

I mustn't have put on more than 3 to 4 kilos and yet I feel like I've put on six! I feel worse than last year and then I was at least 2 kilos more than I am now. Who knows, perhaps I had more muscle and less fat back then. Muscle weighs more but doesn't show, whereas fat is light and shows.

So, after a very long time, I'm managing to eat like a normal person. For now at least. I'm not sure I'd call what I'm doing dieting though. I haven't binged for how many days and I haven't eaten naughty stuff (and there's been lots of that going around recently), but I have overeaten. Today for instance, calorie-wise I should be within the limits, but I ate everything at once and at the wrong time. I got full of course. There's a reason I ate that much, though.

I almost binged. Well, I do every night, it's a real battle to keep myself from doing so, but this was different. I felt depressed. I've been seeing people on TV eating when I'm trying not to do so, often by saying to myself "they have a reason, they feel bad". That's when I wished that I would be allowed to eat, if I needed cheering up. Well, let's just say today I did.

Things have been stressing me out a lot, and today I heard something I didn't like, so as you may have gathered, it was a perfect excuse for me. I had all my remaining meals (I'd skipped a snack and not had my 60 grams of protein) and decided that if I was going to binge I would do it on healthy foods. Of course that thought went out of the window after I ate and instantly got full. It's not really the taste I like about food, I mean of course I don't wanna eat things I don't like and prefer things tasting good, but it's the habit of eating a lot I've got and that makes me eat. That's what I'm fighting. Anyway, back on topic.

Just when I had thought of binging to make me feel better (stupid, as eating doesn't make anything better) , I realised something. There is never a good enough excuse to eat. No matter how bad I feel, no matter what the circumstances, there is never, but never, an excuse good enough to justify eating. That's why I didn't eat.

That's also when I remembered something (related to the title). A long while ago, I searched through some sites dedicated to anorexia. I'd been hearing on the news about theses "dangerous" sites that need to be closed down to protect girls, so I got curious to see what they're about.

...they're only dangerous if you're stupid, by the way. I didn't expect it, but I laughed my ass off. Some of the things they said were beyond ridiculous. Of course I found some useful tips (which I was already doing!) there. For instance, always tap your hands or legs, never stay still in order to burn calories. Thanks, but I was already doing that.

See? These sites aren't all bad. If you've got a brain in your head, you can actually find some good weight loss tips in there. But seriously, don't go looking. Cause there is some fucked up shit in there. Those people are sick (in the head, not just the body)! Sorry for not being more compassionate, but I can't help these people, so what's the point of pitying them? I can't make them understand that they're being self-destructive. They need to realise themselves.

All I could do was get the best from it, which wasn't much. How is this related to what I'm saying? The anorexics had these things they told themselves, for motivation, "thinspiration", as they called it. Some were just ranty letters in which they dissed themselves, others just words of encouragements. The bold phrase I mention above reminded me of those when I came up with it.

The point of this post? I got more.

If you've been reading this post thinking it's boring,worry not, you have just reached the juicy core of it. Here is all you need to know about weight loss.

Pretty much most people can do it. So it really depends on how much self-discipline they have, how long they can diet for. I say you also need a reason, a goal, something that will keep you going and help you through those weak moments you think you want to give up. You have to know what you are dieting for.

When I'm focused and know why I want to lose weight, I find it easier to keep on track. So, the question really is, what are you dieting for? Health? A better body? Do you want a body to impress other people? Or are you doing it for you?

I'll answer that. You need to be doing it for yourself. For instance, I want a good body for me. I want to feel good in my own skin. I'm not doing it for, say, a boyfriend or something. Diet for yourself and no one else.

Here are a few of my gems:

Food doesn't solve problems. It creates them. Don't eat if you're unhappy; the food will be gone but the feelings and the weight will still be there.
There is never a good enough excuse to overeat.
Feeling healthy and at peace with your body tastes better than any food in excess (this is actually from a number of those sites, only I've made it better to have a more positive meaning)
You may wanna eat late at night, but think about this; go to bed, wake up and it's breakfast time! No need to eat that extra something.

I use these and more to give me strength. Other than the third, the other ones I made up (I just needed to take credit!). Beware, they are referring to excessive eating and binging, not eating in general. To lose weight, you need to eat normally, but avoid excess and the wrong foods.

What I want is to be healthy and happy with my body. I may hate it, but my body is really my thread to life. Without it, I'm lost. I love it for that, but I want it to be better. I want the best for me and it. So I must take care of it.

Before I end this post, my vanity won't allow me to not mention that I'm not exactly fat (though I do consider myself that, but hey, I thought I was fat when I looked anorexic) , but if I keep on going as I've been going I will be. So at this point I'm saying "Enough! This needs to stop!"

Think of why you think you need to lose weight, for who (if it's anyone other than you, don't do it), and then just be determined. It may be a hard way to go, staying away from unhealthy foods, but the rewards afterwards are so worth it.

Remember, as long as you are happy with your body, it's okay. You're the one living in it. If you don't love it, try to, cause it's your thread to life. Now hopefully I can take my own advice...

Even imaginary friends have sex changes (Or how 5 hours of class affects your brain)

2012-01-28T01:14:00.002-08:00

I don't know how the conversation started, but at some point we went onto imaginary friends. We were in the cram school class, during break time. The window was foggy, you know, as it is when it's cold and wet outside. That's when Nikos first appeared.

That however, was a very long time ago. So long ago we had forgotten all about him. Though I must say, I hadn't. A few days ago, the window was foggy again and what do you know- there was Nikos!

I found it suspicious he only visits when the windows are foggy, but I was so happy to see him I didn't think of that at the time.

Me and my friend Irma went to the window to greet him. I noticed he had a very thin- so thin it could have been drawn with a pin- moustache.

"We've grown I see since last time, Niko", I said. I mean the boy is like our age and he just suddenly grows a moustache? Then my friend drew this.

Err... yeah. Good to see I'm not the only one with my mind in the gutter! I thought of that when I said "grow", but I wasn't expecting her to think of it too, never mind draw it. However, it's not quite... sizable enough to qualify as proper growth. I mean, if you're gonna grow, at least...

I probably should have warned about this at the start of the post, but never mind. Please stick with me anyway. I promise it gets funny...er.

After this, something unexpected happened.

Nikos is gay?!!

We were both very shocked. Irma however, was in denial. She tried to convince herself he was only dressing up as a "tsolias". (not with a skirt that long he wasn't) Then, the evidence left no other explanation.

Yup, our boy was gay. I couldn't believe it. With all the women he slept with? He was a real tramp! I felt sorry for him for having to hide for so long, sleep with all those women to avoid suspicion. Me and Irma sympathized with him and began to accept his new identity. When this happened.

Extensions?

Boobs? Before we could realize it, Nikos had become "Nikoleta"!

We were both mega-shocked! We were standing at the window talking to him-sorry! her, trying to understand what had led him-I mean, her to such a decision. I was telling him/her off for becoming such an ugly girl (he/she still had the moustache. He/She had gone through the trouble of wearing heels, a dress and extensions and yet hadn't shaved the moustache). She was so hot as a guy! Such a shame.

Then, one of the ladies from the reception walked in on us. She was probably coming to check in on the class, as we were the last there. The sight she was faced with was strange; us two standing in front of the window talking to a figure that now looked like this:

(my friend thought he needed a fancier hair-do, so she put a hut on his head. It looked ridiculous, so she later corrected it. It ended up looking like a volcano!)

She looked at us puzzled and asked who we were talking to. We both started laughing like crazy!! At some point my friend managed to say "To our imaginary friend". If she didn't think we were crazy before, now she did! She must have been thinking "Poor things, having been here for so long. Five hours of lessons must have messed with their brains." She wouldn't be completely wrong if she thought that.

The first time Nikos (now Nikoleta) had appeared, another girl in my class, Sofia, had met him. Remember, as I told you at the top of the post, he appeared a long time ago during a conversation about imaginary friends. She was participating in that conversation. The break ended and people started returning to the class, including Sofia. I thought it was common courtesy to inform her of the unexpected visit of our mutual friend.

"Hey Sofia, Nikos came over. Yeah, although now he's a "Nikoleta"...

The look she gave me was one of utter confusion.

"What Nikos?"

I then pointed to the window. She immediately realized who I was talking about and laughed.

"Nikos, huh? He does have the habit of dropping in uninvited."

"Yeah. Now he's a "Nikoleta", by the way."

"Really?! When'd he manage that?" (literally, "when did he have time?", but that doesn't make sense in English)

Nikos- sorry, Nikoleta (it'll take me time to get used to the change), had already disappeared before the lesson started. Damn, he had started disappearing while Irma and I were still talking to him! Talk about rude... Anyway, that was the last we saw of him. Until next time the window fogs up and we are bored during break time... αντιο Νικο- σορι, Νικολετα!

Edit: Nikos has mysteriously gone back to being a boy and.... I THINK HE'S STAKING ME!!!

Alternate object use: Toilets= Smoking lounge, Stairs= Seats

2012-01-25T15:05:00.001-08:00

Some objects have a specific purpose, for example toilets. The inventor of the toilets made them so people can go piss in them, correct? And stairs were made so that people can go up and down them, you know, to get to places and stuff. Or so I thought. Apparently I'm wrong.

The other day, I stepped through the door of that dreaded room, the room any of the three non-smoking students in my school fear: the bathroom. (Oh, I know it sounds strange that in a school of over a hundred students only so few don't smoke. I admit I was exaggerating a little; it's only two.) Well, by now, thanks to that room, I'm used to the smell of smoke. It used to bother me so much I can't even describe it, but now I just find it mildly unpleasant.

Anyway, ignoring the overbearing smell of cigarette, I headed towards the cubicles. I generally avoid needing to use the school toilets, but sometimes it can't be helped. (Warning: If you are sensitive and lame, or just a guy, beware, I'm about to mention that taboo thing that happens to over half the world's population every freaken' month- oh my! How dare I mention that secret bodily function?) I suspected my sanitry towel had moved, and since my flow was heavy compared to usual, I was concerned it may spill through my trousers. (grossed out? If so, you are kindly advised to eff off. Your punishment is to miss out on the epicness of the rest of this post.)

I looked for a free cubicle, but the last one was just snatched up by this girl. I walked further in to check the "occupied" cubicles. When I say "occupied", I mean people thinking they're a cool place to stand and kill their (and my) lungs. Of course I found one. There must have been about three to four people in it. It was like a bee-hive. If bees smoked, that is.

I asked the girls if they were kind enough to step out and let me make proper use of the toilet. The answer wasn't affirmative.

Girls: The teacher will see us if we come out.

Me: But the door is closed (it really was)

Girls: It's gonna open any moment.

Me: Toilets are for peeing, not smoking and I need to do my need.

Girls: *in unison this time* We're also doing our need! (c'mon, you're that addicted to that freaken' stick?!)

Me: My vital need!

One of the girls, the obnoxious one: I'm not coming out, whatever you do.

Meanwhile, the other girls had started to empty the space.

Me: Fine, I'll do it in front of you.

She followed the others out of course.

There's a good thing and a bad thing about this situation. You see, I'm a shy, won't-talk-unless-I-have-to type of person, and demanding what I need, and rightfully so, isn't really my thing. It was great to see I got it in me. I just wasn't prepared to stand there while blood could be staining my trousers, not only wasting my precious time, but also breathing in smoke.

The bad thing is that I felt a little- only a little- pang of guilt for throwing them out when I wasn't intending on using the toilet. All I wanted to do was check my sanitry towel was in place and correct it, something for which privacy is necessary. But you know what? That's what the toilets are for! Doing things that-area related, not feeding addictions. I couldn't do what I wanted anywhere else, it had to be in there and it had to be done. Unless red trousers are in this year.

That is not the only misuse of a public facility. At my cram school, stairs double as seats, apparently. I always use them to go down, only recently did I start climbing them, but that's irrelevant cause in this event I was walking down them. This bitch, same one that was being obnoxious in the toilets, as I was walking past her mutters rather loudly: "Use the lift, damn it, use the lift!"

Hhhmmm.... excuse me? It's just that last time I checked, stairs were for walking, going up and down, you know, to get to places. Just cause you're too lazy to walk six floors doesn't mean we all are. The stairs are definitely there for a purpose, but in case it's not obvious enough already, you know, with all those obnoxious people walking past you all the time while you sit, let me make it clear: THE STAIRS ARE FOR WALKING, BITCH!!!

Seriously, that's what they were made for! Not for people to rest their asses on, for people to use to get from floor to floor. You would think the ratio of people walking being higher than the one of people sitting would get it through her thick skull. Obviously I was wrong. I hate that kind of person, expecting other people to change their habits just cause they want to do something wrong. Not only did she not think she's in the way of the people coming down (we were a bit of a crowd), but she also had the nerve to say the situation she created was unpleasant for her. I should hope so! Trynna squize past wasn't exactly a joyride for me! Do you know how much I hate having to step over people cause they're obstructing the way?

Also, did using her legs for once ever cross her mind? I'll say not, judging by the fact she thought it was the norm to use the lift. For going up yes (six freaken' floors!!), but down? Come on, it's not even tiring!

If you're that kind of person, think again next time you try to pull some shit like that. You'll have to deal with me. What? Of course that's a serious threat, I'm not strong, but I got claws and can be a violent little bitch. Ever seen a cat chase away a dog on one of those funny video shows? Yes, that's what it will be like.

I'll end this post with a brief lesson, for those who haven't got it yet, that is. Here we go: Toilets are for pissing, stairs are for walking. Try anything other than that and you lose the right to complain about getting punched in the face. Any questions? No? Seems we're alright. Follow these simple rules, and you'll live a long happy life. Especially following the first one, since cigarettes can cause cancer and other health problems. Explain me this: it's expensive, it's so addictive you have to do it at each and every opportunity (apparently), makes your breath smell, causes problems, makes you short-tempered so you have to have one just to calm down. Why do people even start smoking?

Update: Finally, the toilet smoking has been stopped. We won! We have won the toilet smoking war! Instead, people now go to the side of the building, in the garden. I looked over the balcony and was shocked to see how many people there were. My jaw dropped and I'm not a jaw-dropping sort of person. But yes, no more smoking in toilets! I recently went and noticed it was very empty. Yeah, it's weird people going there just to pee.

I request the "Elgin" Marbles be returned

2012-01-22T03:31:00.000-08:00

Beautiful, but so far away from home....

As a Greek it is my duty that I also make noises about this matter. We have had an important part of our legacy stolen and we can't just accept it. I'm ashamed of my people (the other half, Brits) for doing such a low thing as stealing and then keep making excuses to keep them. The excuses aren't even valid!

What that eff'er Elgin did was unexcusable, but okay, that's past. Let's forget it. He did it and nothing can be done to change it. Wrong. You can give back what he took for starters.

The excuse of the Brits to start with was that in Athens (home) they would be destroyed because of the pollution. Well, I happen to know a little story about some smartasses at the museum that upon seeing how discoloured they were- because of age, you know, over two thousand years old- thought it'd be a good idea to scrub them "clean". Instead, that further ruins them. So exactly how are they safer in London? Even if any damage were to be done to them in Athens at least it wouldn't be intentional.

Now, I could go on forever analysing why they should be returned home where they rightfully belong, but I won't, cause we all know those things (polls show that great part of the public, english public, believes they should be given back. See? Even the citizens of the country that stole them think that). The "arguments" in favour of them staying in the British Museum (which is all but british. Is there even one thing that's british in there, and not stolen from Greeks, Egyptians or Romans?), which are none existent if you ask me, there is not one reason they should remain where they are, could do with a little looking at.

Firtsly, the thing was that the pollution in Athens would be bad for them and thus, they couldn't be placed outdoors. They would return them only if we built a museum. It's 2011 and now we have a museum. A brand new, modern, state of the art museum. Have we received them yet? Nope. What's the excuse now? That museum is probably even better than the British Museum in architecture and generally, more modern, so what exactly could the problem be? Oh no problem, just they never thought we could build something so marvelous, and that's why requesting that we did so for the marbles to be returned would mean they would get to keep them forever cause we're that useles that we can't even build an effin' museum when our country reeks of ancient stuff! It's actually quite annoying, anytime any serious digging goes on, they are bound to find something. There's a school near my house (my sister goes to it now) that is built a floor higher cause underneath it there are these stones ships used to dock on (this school is right across a little port). It's like they've built around these rocks and put windows so we can see them (thrilling). On top there is the school I mentioned and other buildings.

Also, in a train station there's a little bridge going over a few stones and in another one, ancient pots in display. People whose countries don't have any history wouldn't understand the pain of stumbling uppon something you are not allowed to destroy just cause it's been there for a thousand years. The forest of the Amazon has probably been there a bloody sight longer, but I don't see any restrictions in destroying that. I'm not saying we should destroy ancient things, it's part of our legacy after all, but when there's an ambudance of the same thing or they aren't of any artistic value (see ancient rocks that ancient ships used to dock on), I don't see why we should build around them and put windows on that people only look at when they're walking by and want to check if their hair is good or admire the reflexion (I can't remember the last time I looked through them. It's tinted glass too, so it's a bit dark, but it makes a great mirror!)

Anyway, got a little bit off track here. Let's go back to discussing why ancient things of actual value should be returned to us. Okay, let's say Athens is that terribly polluted that it's too dangerous for them to be there. Does that mean we are going to also remove the whole Parthenon so it won't get damaged? Hn? Does that sound too ridiculous? Hey, you can't be worried about a few pieces of marble and yet not be worried about the whole temple. So, since the Parthenon is (still) in place, might as well have all of its parts there. It's a set you know, you can't just tear parts of it away. Though they have done so to put them in the new museum. But there they aren't far away enough to need a passport to go see them.

Till now we've got "until you build a museum, you will not see them" and "my, the pollution in Athens is terrible!" We've built a museum, nothing, we've got them inside and protected by pollution, still nothing. What will it take? I know you're not planning on returning them, why do you insist on hiding behind lame excuses? And oh yes there's more.

They say they are better off in the British Museum cause more people can see them. ...well if people want to see them they'll come to Greece! Nice, not only have they stollen part of our legacy, now they are stealing our sole source of income, tourism. Very nice british government, very nice. If you are interested in Greek history and want to see things from the ancient era, you go to Greece, not England. The only people that can see them where they are now are the Brits. If you are visiting England as a foreigner, London specifically, you are most likely not there cause you are interested in Greek history, but more for the plays, the London Tower, Harrods, food, the nightlife. Misaimed audience. The people that are interested in Greece go to Greece to see stuff. The way it is now you've got a bunch of people that don't give a damn about greek history having the ability to see the marbles and a load of history lovers in Greece wanting to see things that aren't there. So, what were you saying about them being viewed by more people in London? (Being a more visited city doesn't mean crap. Are all these people actually going to the museum?)

Another one, hillarious in my mind, is that "the Parthenon sculptures are an item of global rather than solely Greek significance". Are people serious? Something built in Greece by Greeks and is thus part of the Greek legacy suddenly belongs to the whole world? I don't think so. The Parthenon and every single part of it belongs to Greece, and as much as people want, it will always remain Greek. Wherever it is. I agree, something admired and of great significance to the whole world, fine, but that does by no means give anyone else the right to decide about what happens to our legacy. Don't think I'm mistaken, believing that the quote means "oh hey you know what? Cause the marbles are so great they belong to the whole world!". I know what it says. And I still don't get why it is of such significanse to anyone but the Greeks. What does it mean to them? It's not part of their history. The pyramids are also nice, but we don't go around saying "they are too cool to be important only to the Egyptians". It's their legacy, and even if it has great significance to the whole world, it doesn't give you the right to go messing with it.

What I'm trying to say is, globaly significant or not, they still belong to the country that made them and unless you are claiming they don't solely belong to them- which we know is false- the argument doesn't stand. Since the marbles belong to Greece, we should be in charge of what happens to them. I agree, they aren't ours to destroy, in that case "protecting" them is excused, but now everythings fine and we can handle them ,so why the hell won't you just do what you're told?! As long as we're handling them with care, they're all ours. And I assure you we are, so please bring them back.

Stop bullying- Speak up!

2012-01-18T11:09:00.000-08:00

Anyone who has once been a teenager knows it's a very difficult time. Now couple that with being bullied. It must be hard for someone that hasn't been through it to imagine how bad it is. You thought puberty was hell as it is? Wrong. In fact, I think the only thing that was bad about it was exactly that.

Could I have done anything about it? Probably, I now find. Why didn't I? I don't fucking well know. Maybe I didn't know I was supposed to do something, or perhaps I thought I deserved that treatment. I don't know about other people's bullying experiences to be able to know on a scale if mine was completely terrible, but that doesn't matter. If I thought I suffered, it doesn't matter how much. Now why am I mentioning this?

Schools in Greece don't tend to have bullying cases. The environment is all too much friendly for such a thing to be cultivated. The relationships between students are usually friendly. Acquaintances will mess with each other and tease, but all in good heart. Rarely will someone actually have bad intentions, although it's not unlikely.

There isn't a very big amount of students in Greek schools, so basically everyone knows each other. Well, at least they've seen each other's faces enough to know they go to the same school, but often they'll know names and stuff. So now you get an idea of what a Greek school is like. You should also understand why I should be embarassed for having been bullied under these circumstances. I was just unlucky; the biggest fuckers happened to be in my class.

Whenever I felt I was wronged, I wasn't one to take it quietly; I would react. With this one group of boys I tended to have problems, we would always fight and argue. This one guy just had the habit of taking me to the principal for every little thing, but knowing him, it's just in his character to react to everything and speak although he's wrong. He's full of crap, but whatever, let him be.

So with his group, they would only act when they thought they were stopping a problem and less "unprovoked", they are by no means excused, but I wouldn't say it fits the definition of bullying. Yes, they were more in numbers, but in a way we were more even. It was a fight, not an attack. I fought back.

However, that wasn't always the case. The was one guy, two in fact, who didn't belong to that group. They saw me as the official punch bag, probably by seeing how others treated me.

I was hit, pushed shoved, kicked, verbaly and physically abused. Everyday. Every single day. A day when that didn't happen, even if it was otherwise shitty, was a good day. Unfortunatelly, there weren't many of those days.

Unlike with the first group, I didn't fight back. I took it all quietly. I just withstood it. I don't know why I didn't react, perhaps cause I thought I had no right to. All that was going on to me, people could see, they could definitely see, but they weren't doing anything about it. If that was happening to me and no one was saying anything about it, perhaps it wasn't wrong. Perhaps what was going on to me was natural and to be expected.

Only it wasn't. If I hadn't relied on other people caring or thinking everyone that needed to know knew, I could have possibly stopped it. But I didn't and in destroyed my adolesence. My mental health was never the best, but it reached an all time low then. How I didn't lose my freakin' mind I don't know!

Thing is, no need to be embarassed. Especially if you're in a foreign school. To think I was once bullied is embarassing. I mean, in a freaken Greek school?!! How fucked up am I?! So yeah, now it's past, it's not so bad. Not to say I would feel guilty if my abusers were to drop dead suddenly. I wouldn't be sad either. But I rarely wish for people to die.

I was bullied and I survived. If me, the weakest and most pathetic person in the entire universe made it through, so can you. At least now I can claim I'm strong, stronger than other people. It ends (hopefully) when school does, and if you really can't stand it, there's only one thing you can do; say something. To someone, but preferably the right person. One that cares and can actually do something. Don't keep quiet like I did. Otherwise you'll have to wait until the losers drop out of school or tired of kicking you. Stop bullying today, make the world a better place. Show those fuckers who's the boss! (by telling a teacher and having them expell their asses)

Accidental hand model

2012-01-15T15:56:00.000-08:00

I googled myself and let's just say I got a surprise ride down memory lane. Ooh yes!

So I was on YouTube 3 years ago, an innocent 14 year old. Naturally, I wasn't getting the views I wanted, so I kept trying to come up with new ideas for videos that might appeal. Three years on, still not famous, as you may have gathered my efforts were not met with success. However, something weird did happen...

I (usually) have really long nails. So long, I've been asked how I can type without breaking them. It all started when I was learning guitar and was told to grow my nails, then it became a cosmetic thing. Damn, during adolesence it became a weapon! Oh yes, sharp enough to draw blood. Self-defense of course... Anyway, I thought: "Why not make a video showing off my nails? That'd be interesting, right?" Yes, apparently it was interesting.

Not for the reasons I thought, though....

Before I go on, did you know a video of mine on YouTube has got that thing where you can't watch it unless you're over 18, you know, kinda like it's flagged for being innapropriate? That's meant for videos meant to arouse, showing too many boobs and stuff. One thing: there's not one shot of exposed skin in the whole thing! How'd I manage that?! A flag on a video that's not innapropriate! I'll tell you why.

Some words are dirty. However they say there's no such thing as a dirty word, only dirty minds. That's the case here. That's why I got that ratting on a completely innocent video.

I posted a vid of my long nails to impress the world. It went surprisingly well, so I posted another. And then another. And then more and more! They got many views, something I so desperately wanted. I got this specific person messaging me once in a while, checking in on the proggress of my nail growth (as strange as it sounds, no, I didn't find it weird). Yeah. My innocent 14 year-old mind was not familiar with the concept of hand fetishism...

...and even when it was, like a good little whore, I kept posting to get views. "Woah, these people maybe making... incorrect use of my hand vids! I don't care, I got hits!"

That's right. A girl with long nails posting vids of them. Exactly what's dirty about that? Nothing, but cause some dirty minds gets aroused by it, suddenly it's "innapropriate". Though, there are also shots of my toe nails in that specific one... but hey, same deal!

The point I was first getting at, you know, about googling myself, I stumbled accross an old profile. I keep forgetting it exists. I made it when someone on YouTube asked me if I wanted to be a hand model. There was a contest going on at the time so I joined.

Didn't win, but anyway. I didn't care enough. Looking at the pictures I feel embarassed at how bad they are. I was younger and inexperiensed with a camera, but now I'm better at both... camera-ing and nail art. Look at the pic at the top for proof!

... and that is how I accidentally became a hand model. With random dudes telling me they liked my nails and me being a whore for views. And contest prises that I don't even remember.

Super duper cute and funny cats!

2012-01-08T11:06:00.000-08:00

Aww!

Taken at my cousin's wedding in Nafplio. I must have spent more time taking pictures of cats than the actual wedding! What can I say, Greece does have a lot of strays. (funny enough, I hadn't noticed until APH has Greece as a cat-loving character cause supposably Greece has a lot of strays. But come on, what would family dinner by the sea at the local souvlatzidiko be like if there weren't any cats to feed?)

Another from the wedding.

Walking on the road through the orchads (orange tree forests), I saw this cat in a yard. This picture should totaly be in a cat calendar!

Barcelona or Carcasonne. Can't remember.

>.<

This silly thing was licking the floor for some reason. Taken at Carcasonne castle. Oh, just remembered! The two above are also from there.

Yes, you see it right. It's sitting on the merchandice.

This looks as if it's sneaking into a top-secret ninja cat organization hideout. Watch that stride...

And this one's making a run for it. "We've been discovered, we've been discovered! Everyone, retreat!"

(tale doubles as a duster)

I feel as if this cat is going to morph into professor Mcgonagall any moment now... And Carcasonne is a castle, just like Hogwarts...

Emily, my grandmother's cat.

Would you believe she's 14 in this picture?

Taken in England, this is Felicity, the neighbour's cat. (not exactly sure which neighbour's...)

She's wearing a bell. Maya won't wear one for even one second without instantly trying to take it off. She'll hop all around, clawing at it. The only reason we put one on her is so if she ran away, no one would take her thinking she's a stray.

At my village, mini market (newspaper shop as we reffer to it, cause we get newspaper's from there) entrance.

Back to the wedding. Told'ya, mostly cats I was shooting (with my camera obviously, calm down PETA)

So beautiful! Clever cat, it even posed!

The first post for 2012: A blog to break the barrier of time

2012-01-04T10:52:00.000-08:00

Now let’s sum up. I need to make this list to settle things down and put thing into order.

1. Lack of willpower
2. Obsessions and fears
3. Quit easily
4. Lazy
5. Daydreaming uncontrollably
6. Weak
7. Over-emotional and sensitive
8. A mind I can’t understand. Obsessive, compulsive, deep way of thinking, complex and not-understandable

And now I look at this list. The whole thing. It reeks of negative energy. I can add negative energy to anything but enough is enough! The songs I write, my poems, all full of themes of sadness, sorrow, desperation, loneliness, weakness, fear, darkness. I write what I know, that’s why I can’t bring myself to write something inspiring that would fill at least me, with hope and happiness. I need to know those things first. I want to change, be better. This list is nowhere near as long as it should be, but I don’t have enough time to come up with every little thing. I don’t need to. I’m always thinking about it. What I am is a ruined person, a flawed person. But aren’t we all, right? For some reason that gives me no hope. I want to know another person, one like me, break through this jail of solitude, one I did not pick, as much as I lied to myself. All I want is companion, cause my demons, those I’ve got to fight all by myself.

That is an extract from the first post to ever graze the pages of this blog. On the first post for the new year I'd like to reflect on that first post. I read it and remember the confusion I felt at the time, those feelings clogging up my heart and mind. I still have all those problems and more, but back then they felt so intense.

It's only a reminiscent of my old self now. I don't feel like I'm the same person anymore. I've grown up. Unfortunately, I can't say I've made any progress, but whatever. Like I believed I would. The point I wanted to make is, it seems so distant. The pain and the despair that is. Don't get me wrong, I'm still in pain and in despair, but a different kind.

I'm afraid that one day I will feel like that again. Maybe I won't, maybe I'll feel worse. Damn, I know I will! It only gets worse from here.

At least I experienced first-hand what a blog is meant for; leaving pieces of yourself in time, moments that will always be there thanks to the written word. Same with photography, I guess. Anyway, I'll got back to watching Paradise Kiss now. Oh yes, it's finally out.

A few words on the year leaving us

2011-12-31T06:58:00.000-08:00

This is the last post of the year. In a matter of hours 2012 will be here. To be honest, this New Year's Eve feels just like any other day. I think that's what I like about it, it feels normal.

Cause even though it means at midnight the year will change, it is still just another day. The day of an event that happens every single year, so really, what's new?

About the year we will soon be parting with, I think we can all say in all honesty sucked. Royally sucked. And that's not the end of it; the year coming will suck even more, and then the next year, and the next, and all the years to come. I know, not exactly what someone wants to hear on such a day, but it's the truth. Let's not hide behind our fingers, shall we? Lies finished with Christmas.

The good thing about 2011 though, was that no one had high expectations of it. We all just knew it was going to be a bad year, with everything going on in the world, and that from then on things would go downhill. When a year is bad we usually can't wait to get rid of it. Not that time; last year I wanted time to stop, cause even though people were complaining about 2010, 2011 wasn't going to be any better. That's why New Year's sucks; cause it creates false hope in our hearts, that things will be better for that year. People see it as a fresh start. It isn't.

But I guess it's a chance for a celbration, and we should always grab onto those. Even though it's all a big illusion, time passing, years coming and going. It's not something real, it's a human invention to count time spent on this Earth. Now that I have squeezed every ounce of magic out of this day, I want to say I sincerelly wish this be a good year, no matter what I think it will be.

New Year's resolutions are a fairly new concept to me. I can understand why people make them, but I don't wish to make any myself. I already know I won't stick to them, why bother? Besides, I can make them any time. Just say "oh, I want to do this", "I promise to do this" and do it. Anytime.

Conclusively, I believe that New Year's Eve and Day is, really, the light at the end of the tunnel. More accurately, it's the hope laying at the bottom of Pandora's box. Each year we embark on a new journey, promising ourselves it will be the best, but in the end it is no different than any other year. However, after all those hardships we go through, no matter how big or how bad they are, no matter how many times the story has repeated itself, on that night we always hope for the best. We actually believe something better awaits us. And that's okay. We need that hope to help us get through life, just like the hope in Pandora's box helped people make it through despite the pains and difficulties they faced. That hope is the gift we get each year, to celebrate that special day. After all, I guess it's not random that in Greece presents are opened on New Year's Day.

Happy New Year, world!!! whatever that means, at least.

May 2012 be better than any year to ever have been!!

P.S. I can always hope, right?

Jolly days... not. Anyone ever, like, feel this way?

2011-12-30T13:35:00.000-08:00

These days are like... huh. These days I'm like... huh-WHAT THE HELL?!!!

I don't get it myself. I've never felt such self-pity and self-loathing at the same time. Oh wait, there's something terribly wrong with this situation. Say what? It's the Christmas holidays and I'm supposed to be happy(er)? Bite me. No, serioulsy bite me.

Here's the deal; at a time when I normally engage in doing what I do the best, which is lazing around and killing time by doing whatever looks good at the time (I'm talking things, not people unfortunatelly. ...that came out wrong, I'm not into "doing" things, I meant... uh, never mind) I now have to study for at least 8 hours a day. It's not as much as it sounds really, but then again I wouldn't know since I haven't really done that much work. This is a year that I have to study hard and Christmas is the perfect time for that. Of course a professional lazy ass like me excels at such stuff.

In case you didn't get it, that was sarcasm.

Wanna hear how my awesome studying regime is going? Day 1: Read all day long and got stressed out cause I still hadn't done enough. Of course you'd think "work harder the next day". And what did I do? Fucking nothing. 3 to 4 hours at best and then nothing. Day 3, same story. Today I about 8 hours, wasn't enough of course, but let's see about tomorrow. I just can't get myself to focus!

It's a pitiful image really. Me, not having changed out of my pyjamas for two days (it was just today I changed the top), hair tied up so I don't have to brush it, glasses insted of contacts (remind me to throw those out btw, they are going to expire... yesterday?) and wearing an over-sized (currently) sweat-shirt from the Barcelona trip last spring. I wake up, study, and when I'm not doing that, I'm moving my ass from couch to couch, eating anything I see. And there's lots of things around. My dad isn't helping the situation by cooking (just guzzled a piece of the galaktompoureko he made yesterday).

Pitiful I tell you. I feel like a complete loser following this "not changing out of PJ's routine". Successful people wear normal clothes damn it! Yeah, and the fact I'm not studying as much as I should makes me feel even worse. Why don't I just study you say? Hm, jee, how didn't I think of that? Maybe cause there's such a thing as "time spent studying isn't free time". And I'm very sensitive about my free time.

But I have to, so occasionally I do so. I gotta convince myself, however. I keep saying thing such as "you fucking useless bitch! Ugly, talentless, useless bitch!! You're useless, go study and be useful!" As you can see, I respect myself quite a bit. I'm not being sarcastic. If I didn't I would have told myself to just go die. Oh wait- already done so.

Self-loathing taken to another level. Onto happier houghts now, 2011 will soon be leaving us and the year the world will be destroyed is arriving. 2011 was one shitty year and I don't think anyone can disagree with that. Well, no honorable person at least *hint*.

Now, I really gotta get my stuff gathered and bloody well focus! Is it like impossible or something? Instead of working I've been sitting here watching Samurai High School and trying to get over my crush on Haruma Miura. I fell in love with him when I watched Koizora.

Can you seriously blame me for not being able to get over him?

Great actor, amazingly beautiful- yes, beautiful. Ahh, I love it when I can say that about a guy! Ahem, back to reality. I may only dream of him during my sleep a.k.a. in my free time. Speaking of dreams, I had a really weird one recently.

I was in the village square in a bicycle race, which I had only taken place in cause I thought "oh well, a ride around the mountain? It should only take ten minutes". Little did I know. The race started, I rode up the side of the mountain, meanwhile I lost my bike several times trying to get up there. Anyway, I made it, I got to behind the mountain where there was this... weird thing. Like, a cross between a bathroom and a gas station leading downstairs to a subway station. I had to ditch my bike cause I had to walk from then on. I passed these things that you pass to get to the trains and then went down the stairs.

It was indeed a subway station. I must have got on one of the trains, cause suddenly I found myself in an urban setting, much like my city. Now my friend Mal was with me, and I didn't remember her being there at the start of the race. I was glad she was there cause we found ourselves wandering through dark aleys. When I say dark, I mean dark as in "I couldn't see". I also noted that I didn't have glasses or contacts with me. There must have been some other girls with us, but I didn't know them. I just remember we were a bit of a crowd.

We wandered for a bit, walked into stores, I noticed a guy following us, but since we went to a more central road, he wasn't a threat. Then, we walked into a Goody's shop. In case you don't know, it's a fast food chain. There used to be one in my area, but now it's mysteriously closed down. Anyway, that was where the race was ending, which made sense cause that was where it started from. Only it hadn't, but I remebered it like that in the dream. My friend rushed in front of me and crossed the finish line, I came in second. I wasn't sad; second place was good and it was my friend who had won. Then, a load of girls, most likely the ones that were with us before, surged in and crossed the line. I remember it was only girls, something I later found weird. It was also only girls at the start of the race.

Then, before the dream could end, I woke up. Or so I thought. I lifted my head a bit off my pillow and saw subtle lights in front of my vision, like the kind you see in the dark. I saw the "print" of candles on the cupboard opposite my bed, which was weird, cause no candles were lit. I got up, went to the bathroom. I could hear the news blasting, most likely from the television in the kitchen. I was thinking about the "dream", except I remebered it being a trip. I had just woken up having come back from a trip. To Japan.

WTF?!! I know, crazy. I was hearing the news, seeing the news in the bathroom mirror. At this point my brain probably also went "WTF" and I woke up, confuzed for a number of reasons. #1 If the race started in the village square and was supposed to be a ride around the mountain, why did it end in Goody's? #2 Where did a subway station appear from? #3 Why did I think I had gone to Japan when I hadn't? #4 When the hell did we get some super technology mirror that works as a TV?

I know dreams aren't supposed to make sense, but what the hell? That was just crazy. Ooh, forgot to mention, when I "woke" up, I thought it was half eleven. My dad had woken me up, but I went back to sleep so naturally I thought hours had passed. When I actually woke up, only ten minutes had passed.

I'm going to go back to watching Gokusen the movie, for Haruma Miura, not Jin Akanishi- I mean, is he even in it? I'm honestly not sure. Back to my thrilling life, ppl.

Merry Christmas!

2011-12-25T07:09:00.000-08:00

Today was an okay Christmas day. Now I'm depressed cause tomorrow I need to study. It's not as much as the studying itself I'm upset about, but mostly the failure in doing so. Enough with that, today is supposed to be a happy day.

Here I am, on the computer listening to Ayumi Hamasaki and other songs while doing whatever. I'm actually too bored to write a proper post. Well, I woke up, had "keesh" (I'm not sure how to spell it, so phonetically will have to do), cheese scones and cheese straws. "Sleepless in Seattle" was on so I watched a bit of that over a tub of mince pies. I found it funny that they were talking about a film being unrealistic and stuff, with the love and all, and yet that film itself was just the same way!

I didn't have as much chocolate as I thought I was gonna. Damn, just the thought of it makes me sick! The last three days I've been permanently stuffed. It sucks cause this year I was planning on eating a lot of chocolate. There isn't as much around as other years thankfully. Last year I ate a bit too much and felt bad. Physically, not guilty, I never feel guilty at Christmas. Diet from tomorrow then.

Irrelevant comment: "November" and "Like a doll" are marvelous! I need to listen to Ayu more often!

You know what I really feel like doing? Watching a film, preferably with someone like Hiro Mizushima in it, but I've watched them all. As you may have gathered from this and this post of mine he's a bit of a favourite. My sister's definitely, she loves him.

Not much more. Unfortunately, I feel like there's a cloud over my head, a weight on my chest. Sorry for sounding so depressing. I've been all hyper and happy, waiting for Christmas as if it's some kind of relief, something that would offer me some much needed comfort. Just for that one or two days. I didn't ask for anything more, but no, I suddenly feel very unsafe. The rest of the world however is okay. It doesn't have my worries.

I was planning a festive post, you know, with photos too, but never mind. This writer would rather sit listening to "Another Song" than post writing. I need to keep the typing sounds low, people sleeping. Anyway, have yourself a Merry Christmas, and please, enjoy it as much as you can. Not just for yourself, but also for me.

Enjoy the rest of the holidays!

P.S. For a better and more festive post cause this is a pathetic excuse for one, go here. Ahh, that was a great day!

Christmas school party- THE last one!

2011-12-23T04:32:00.000-08:00

Christmas is finally here- or at least very close- and today was the last day of school. Of course on such a day it's not possible to have normal lessons (though some schools did) , so after two hours of lessons we went to the amphitheatre and partied. I won't lie; it was so much more awesome than I ever expected!

The bell rang and I was anxious to get down and grab good seats, since we were going to watch a play the school's temporary theatre team had prepared. I was even helping my friend pack his bag when he told me "it's break time now", making me feel like an idiot for the rush. We did get good seats in the end, even though they can never be good enough with my height.

The play was a theatre version of this short story. It was alright I guess, but what amazed me was the acting. Practically everyone put on a great performance. I wasn't fully aware of the talent our school has!

After that, there was food. What confuzed me was that it was all set up even before the play started. I kept wondering about it, worried that it would all finish. Yes, I have a problem I know! I couldn't stop looking behind me to see if people were eating or not to know to go. Of course all my fears were stupid since there was enough, at least of the kind I wanted.

This was when most things had finished, there was a lot more.

Students -or their parents- had cooked and brought all kinds of things, savoury foods, sandwiches, pies, cake. I wanted to try a variety of things, but I didn't get to try nearly as many as I wanted and yet got told I had put too much! The servings were too damn big, they should have been bite-sized so I could try more, but whatev.

I was surprised to see that there was practically nothing left of the "normal" food in the end, of which I didn't eat much, and loads of sweets. Some cakes were practically untouched!

Then, music went up and there was dance. Kinda like a party.

I know the place looks empty in this picture, but it isn't.

See that guy in the centre near the left? Wearing black? His dance moves kill!! (so does his body ;)

The party went on, with more dance by "profesionals" (people who have had a few lessons) and hits such as "Loca People" blasting from the headphones. ...about the "professionals", we had all formed a circle around them, I was on tip-toes trying to film, and someone said "no one's dancing, they're all watching". So, they had to break it off to give someone else a chance, and of course people did dance. These guys on the stage took a full bottle of Coke and shook it. At this point I was heading away from there, knowing what was about to happen. They loosened the cap and sprayed the ones unfortunate enough to be near the stage! It made a huge mess on the floor (it was sticky after) and I'm not sure if the teachers were happy.

When the music switched to laika Greek songs (oh I could so tell who was behind this- my ex-class president), we went up in the yard, to say "byes" to the ones that decided to leave. Me and my other friend stayed.

Speaking of the yard, there's this big grafiti in it that was drawn recently. That's not all of it, there's more in another pic.

...That's not here.

My friends were trying to make plans as to when to go for ice-skating and I was fiddling with the camera, trying to take pics of our shoes! In the end we posed like this:

We went back to the party, me with only one of my friends, and of course they were still playing laika.

But what else's to be expected when these are the DJ's?

People do seem to be having fun though, and that's what's important.

I left soon after (the friend with me had already gone), before the band that I heard was going to perform came out. I saw the members sitting on a bench in the yard, discussing something, not sure what. When I was leaving, only two of them were on a bench, one with a laptop on their lap, the other one playing guitar. Maybe they were trying to decide on the playlist.

Anyway, here I am now, having posted the pics I took on Facebook and tagged everyone that needed to be tagged. I just had a conversation with this stranger (friend of friends) that had commented on a photo with me and some friends, saying we looked like we had just woken up. Rude is't he?

On more news, I got pics from Plateia Korai. This year there's no tree, but why would we need one when we have this:

A creepy family of snowmans!

A castle!

The carousel in the first pic is also there. Yeah, all very kiddy. Why is it that Christmas is a kid's holiday again? Do the rest of us not have souls?

I'll be going now, I'm feeling tired. Irrelevant. I shouldn't be feeling tired at this time! Damn, I'm also still full from what I ate at school. I don't think I can have lunch (my mum will be thrilled). But hey, I may have filled up on a load of crap and spoiled my appetite, but that's what Christmas is about. Well, not really, but I do that anyway. Bye now, I'll let you go.

A Greek's letter to Santa Claus

2011-12-20T11:07:00.000-08:00

Dear Santa,

I’m a seventeen year-old kid from Greece. I’ve been good all my life, through some blame me for being spoilt and irresponsible- they’re lying- so I sure as hell deserve a present! On second thought, “need” is a more accurate word than "deserve".

I have suddenly become very poor and I'm having difficulties because of it. So the first thing I want is for bills and taxes to disappear, just like the wages of thousands of Greeks. I know, you thought I was going to ask for money, but that's going to finish at some point and bills and taxes will still be there. Besides, I thought it'd be wise to ask for something the government can't get its grubby little hands on.

Next, I want a certain future. The way things are going it appears my generation is going to be unemployed, even if we finish university, and the lucky fellows that actually manage to get jobs will be getting hardly enough money to pay for a months worth of bus tickets just to get there and back. That's why I want you to give me a stable job with an employer that doesn't take advantage of my desperate state and underpay me.

Lastly and most importantly, I want something I used to have but now lack; joy. Christmas is coming and instead of being happy about giving and receiving gifts and celebrating, I'm cringing at the cost of it all. I'm walking down the street and window-shopping instead of shopping, I'm looking at things in catalogues that I can't even dream of buying. The reason I normally do all these things is to be happy. If I could have happiness without all that, it'd be much cheaper. Maybe I could afford a meal every other day during Christmas. Anyway, that's why my last request from you, on behalf of the population of Greece, is joy!

Thanks for taking the time to read my letter, Santa Claus. I hope it isn't too much trouble for you to get me these things. So, I guess see you on Christmas?

P.S. This year I'm replacing the usual cookies with waffer biscuits which are cheaper. Hope you don't mind! Also, bring a Christmas tree when you come, to leave the presents under. I couldn't afford one this year. Merry Christmas! :)

Hottest movies with the hottest boys

2011-12-16T06:02:00.000-08:00

Hiya! Remember my post about the best dramas depending on how hot the boys in them were? (There's also a part 2 of that now) Well, consider it a Christmas prezzie or whatever, but here's another one on movies this time. Enough talk, let's get on with this!

* Memoirs Of a Teenage Amnesiac (Yuya Tegoshi, Kenichi Matsuyama)

A girl named Naomi (played by Maki Horikita) and attending an American school in Tokyo falls down some steps and hits her head. The result? Amnesia. Despite her amnesia however, in my opinion at least, she seemed to cope awfully well, as if she didn't even have it. So, the storyline basically follows her life and interactions with friends and family. I mentioned above that she attends an American school. Why is that relevant? It isn't really, except for the fact that there is English dialogue (oh, also Emma Roberts is in the film!).

Yeah... Okay, I'll give to both Tegoshi and Horikita for trying their best. When I first heard her speaking English I was like "Woah! She's fluent!" but then I realized that she almost sounded like she didn't quite understand what she was saying. Accent-wise and everything she spoke fine, just... Tegoshi, poor guy, also had a load of English lines and sounded like he was just saying them cause he was told to, without actually understanding them. Kenichi Matsuyama was smarter, even though they spoke to him in English, he responded in Japanese. Didn't speak one English word in the whole film.

Enough with that, overall, it was a rather nice film. I enjoyed it, but I didn't think it was terribly great. I mean, it didn't seem to have a point, but there were many aspects about it which I thought were cool, like the chemistry between Horikita and Matsuyama and a specific scene where cameras were tossed in the air having been pressed and when they landed (and broke) they had a photo of their "flight". (The lead and Tegoshi were in a photography club) So, if you want something light and easy to watch, I recomend it. Her's who's in it:

Yuya Tegoshi

I try to pick a mature photo of him, cause in all of them he looks so young and childlike! (Yes, this is the best I could find.)

Kenichi Matuyama

He's not your typical bishonen type guy-okay, the photo I picked may make it seem that way- but he's hella hot! And one of the best actors out there.

*How to Date an Otaku Girl (Shunsuke Daito)

A very interesting film. The story follows a guy who, as the title suggests, is dating an otaku girl, specifically, a fujoshi (girl obsessed with boy-on-boy pairings). As you may have gathered that is not something very easy to do... His girlfriend's fascination with yaoi often brings about awkward (and hilarious) situations for our poor lead, who is no one but:

Daito Shunsuke

You may recognize him from Ouran High School Host Club. He's the one with the glasses (Kyouya).

*Death Note (both films) (Tatsuya Fujiwara, Kenichi Matsuyama)

The film adaptation of the manga Death Note. This was actually the first time I got familiar with the story (I'm only just now reading the manga!) Till now I'd say it's a good adaptation. The role of Light is played by:

Tatsuya Fujiwara

Some people were saying he looks nothing like Light. It's up to you to decide. (his hair isn't like that in the film)

In the role of L:

Kenichi Matsuyama

Woah! He's a real chameleon, right? The make up is just... creepy. Kidding, he looks cute. So, this is what he looks like in the movie.

*Kanojo to no Tadashii Asobikata (Hiro Mizushima)

The script was a winner in a contest the chanel that made this film was having. It's about 45 minutes in legth, pretty short for a film, but whatever. Two kids start playing this game where the girl is a princess and the boy is her servant and he must do anything she tells him. They are hiding their "true" identities to hide from the bad people after them. The rule is when someone finds out about their game they must stop playing. Time moves on, they grow up and are still playing. Maybe, just maybe the game has gone on for too long?

Hiro Mizushima

Most definitely one of the hottest men to ever walk this Earth. Too bad he's married (cause you know, I so had a chance with him).

*NANA (Hiroki Narimiya, Kenichi Matsuyama)

Another adaptation from a manga. Following the lives of two very different girls with the same name that suddenly decide to live together. One of them is in a band. A band with some hot people in it, such as:

Hiroki Narimiya

Ahh, my second love (after Shun Oguri). This is what he looks like in the movie.

Kenichi Matsuyama

Though he doesn't really look like this in the movie. He looks more...

... like this.

See what I mean about chameleon (I know I mispelt this)? He can pull off any look! (Just like Mizushima.)

Like a different person, right? He's also married, damnit!

*Boku no Hatsukoi Kimi ni Sasagu (Masaki Okada)

Such a sweet story! Also an adaptation from a manga (I think). Mao Inoue is in it, an actress whom I love, especially since she portrayed Tsukushi in the best drama of all times Hana Yori Dango. Guy has a heart problem which doesn't allow him to live a normal life and do things like run, exercise, or do anything that puts too much strain on his heart (having sex included, though he does that anyway). It's one of those films I truly recomend, but please, have a box of tissues handy. You might need them.

Masaki Okada

He looks terribly good with curly hair, which is how he had it in the film.

*Tokyo Tower (Jun Matsumoto, Junichi Okada)

A film following two young men who get involved with older and married women. Somewhat interesting, espesially for Jun's hot scenes. ;)

Jun Matsumoto

To this day, I have not found one photo that does him complete justice. Too much hotness for a pic to handle...

Junichi Okada

*Koizora (Haruma Miura)

Based on a cell phone novel (yes, that's a novel written and read on a cell phone) and pressumed to be a true story. Mika meets Hiro, a guy she is afraid of because he has blond hair (fear of delinquents perhaps?) However Hiro is no (ordinary) delinquent. He is a kind person that soon manages to win over her heart. Mika finally finds what she was looking for; love. "Happy end" however does not ensue. Being with Hiro means a lot of trouble for Mika, as she is put through all kind of hardships, mostly caused by her new boyfriend's jealous ex-girlfriend. One day, he abandons her for no apparent reason. (At this point you are going to hate his guts. Mika went through all kind of things cause of him and that's how he treats her?)

Two years later, Hiro having completely disappeared from her life, Mika meets him again and finds out why he had suddenly left her... Must-see! Of all the films, this is the one I recomend the most. It's a beautiful and sad story and Haruma Miura is absolutely great in it. See for yourself.

Haruma Miura

His acting is also very good.

And that's the end of this post. Watch some films, enjoy. Until next time... bye.

Christmas in Sims 3 is ever so magical

2011-12-12T01:49:00.000-08:00

Christmas is truly a magical time, one that can never be here fast enough. Thankfully, we've got Sims 3 to help with that! (I know I've said it's got boring and shiz, but COME ON!!)

I made myself a cozy little house and some people to inhabit it. You may have gathered that my purpose was to snap some "happy family Christmas photos". But my freakin' graphics card wouldn't let me, now would it?

Of course I didn't snap enough pics to make a coherent story, but whatev. I spent a lot of time making the house and people and the game closed down several times, and I don't want all that hard work to go down the drain. And thus, I present you with "Christmas if you were a Sim". Not really. Like Christmas would be that nice even if you were a Sim. (I'm most likely talking to myself right now. I can never tell.)

See for yourself, my dear.

No household that respects itself would have Christmas without the most known (after Santa) Christmas mascot. The Christmas tree! Two of them in fact.

Christmas is a good time for couples to spend time together. In fact, I think in Japan they consider it a holiday for that, like here we consider it a good time for family. Our simsters over here combine the two...

... and end up freaking out the family! Guys, some things should never be mixed.

Watch that poor kid. "For goodness sake guys, get a room." He's even turned his head away.

".... you done now?"

Nope, apparently not. "I'll (try to) read my book."

Forgive the kids, they're too in love to care about anything or anyone around them. The world could suddenly blow up in a massive blast and they wouldn't notice. Ahhh, such love! Look, girlie in the background is jealous. Eyeing them with such envy...

Since Christmas really is a family time, they modestly snuggle while listening to girl's mother play the guitar and enjoy the company of the rest of the family members (who are in the room but you can't see cause they're not in the shot).

Now, let's not forget whose favourite time of the year this truly is.

Childrens'! Though my, does she look scared out of her mind.

Playing with her favourite teddy bear in front of the Christmas tree near the fireplace. Such a wonderful childhood memory, right?

Onto other childhood memories now. Christmas would never be complete without...

Snow!

The two sibblings play chase in the snow. Watch you don't slip! Hmm, seems like girl is tired since she's looking into the cozy room through the window. Boy is going to crash into the snowman any moment now.

It's almost afternoon already and everyone's hungry. Time for a happy family meal. What do you suppose they could eat on a nice Christmas day like this one? The turkey on the boufet is kind of a giveaway.

Such a nice image! It looks like they're really enjoying themselves.

Girl over here wraps up the meal the known way: with booze. Wonder what was discussed over the table that made her turn to this. And she looked like she was having such fun...

Mum and Dad finally get some time alone at the end of the day.

What? You thought it was just the youngsters who needed some cuddle time?

I know it's not New Year's Eve yet even in this fictional little world, but I couldn't resist. And since it's a fictional world, I can do whatever the hell I want.

Sims decided to light some FIREWORKS!!

"Watch out! It's blowing up!"

Cool, right?

Christmas was great for everyone this year. Now that everyone's in bed at this late time, these two finally get to...

Merry Christmas!

Hat cat (playing Dress-up in Photoshop!)

2011-12-09T07:59:00.000-08:00

You know those people who think it's fun to dress up their poor cat in stupid outfits? Well, I'm not one of those sadistic people. Instead, I like to try hats on my cat in Photoshop! That way she's not bothered and I get to see how cute she'd look in hats I don't actually have. If she could talk I'd probably be in for some major scolding. But she can't and that's why I can present you with these photos.

Nice hats they are. Photoshop sure is the best shop (excuse the lame pun).

Waiting for Christmas

2011-12-07T11:55:00.000-08:00

Ever since we decorated days have been going by so slow. Now I realize that Christmas is almost here and I'm consciously waiting, whereas before I was like "holy cow, 5th of December already!" Oh, I so want Christmas to be here! This year we decoreted rather early, I think. It's my sister that was very persuasive cause she wanted to do so. She's excited about Christmas this year, she said she really wanted to get into a festive mood. For that she even bought some lights to put around her bed. Here, look.

Must admit they look pretty. Something tells me they aren't going to go down after Christmas...

Another thing she and my mum bought is this tree. The previous one, althouth tiny, was too big for the desk. It was too small to be a "normal" Christmas tree and yet too big to be a desk-top tree!

Now here's our Christmas tree! I think it's especialy pretty this year.

Reindeers under the tree! Cute aren't they?

This was a gift from a friend. If you pull the legs, it goes taller.

Maya and Santa doll. They're about the same height!

As you see, she wasn't very fond of him at first...

Then she got curious.

*stare*

"...Where did you come from?"

There's this cute ornamenton my desk. As you may have gathered I spend more time snapping shots of that than doing homework.

This!

It sorta looks like it's drowing here. Look at it's hands, it's like it's tapping on the glass going "Help me, help me!"

But look how happy it looks now!

Like it's not even in water, right? So cute!

More ornaments:

This.

And this.

Stockings! Bear one was mine.

Aww, little stocking! Cute! I call this Maya's stocking.

Merry Christmas y'all! (I know it's early but.... gah, when will it be here?)

Mental exhaustion (it's real and it exists!) And somehow I got onto bad teachers... again

2011-12-04T10:01:00.000-08:00

Two tests. Two tests this week. Both at the start of the week. You know what that means, right? Yup, ONE HELLISH WEEKEND!! Oh my oh my, it was terrible! But I'm glad it's finally over. I got so stressed out I broke down. Saturday I spent half the morning crying, just crying and crying, I couldn't stop. Then I cried more for wasting half the day on shedding tears when I could be studying. It was after one o' clock I acually got started.

By the way, I did well on that one test (Ancient Greek- Known text). I really studied for it -when I finally stopped crying- cause I really wanted a good grade. The other one... I don't expect much from. To be honest, the teacher must be trying to screw us over. No other way to explain; short notice, huge amount of things to learn, right after another very important test, to be written in just one hour. Okay, now one hour is bad enough with a normal test, but with a four page test? Err... yah, not enough. I thankfully managed to finish.

FOUR BLEEDING PAGES!! Who the hell does that?! Unacceptable from a normal teacher, but from one that doesn't even teach? Cause she doesn't teach. There are certain things we need to learn and she won't teach them. No, what she will do is load us with photocopies with the lesson on and think she's done something. Cow. If just reading something made us learn it, we wouldn't go to school! We would sit at home reading. You can't make someone study something they haven't been taught, they just can't learn it. Photocopies are suplimentary bitch, not all that's needed.

So yeah, she screwed us over. A friend from a diffrent direction (Maths, Physics, all those lessons direction) said we looked as if we wanted to kill ourselves while writing (some classrooms have huge windows looking into the hallway, so someone walking there can see into the class. Also, the hallway is a balcony. We keep getting balls from gym class thrown up there- one hit a window today, which is bad cause we already have windows falling on our heads- and doors falling out of their hinges, yeah yeah, the place is a dump. But hey, at least we have a yard).

Anyway, moments like this are ones that make one regret opting for the Linguistic direction (mainly cause they hate maths). We're considered stupid by the other directions cause a lot of our work is down to memorizing rather than calculating and thinking- they aren't completely wrong; people who don't give a damn about their studies go for this cause they think it's "easy". Well, depends on what you consider easy. It's the direction that requires the most studying (memorizing takes time). And we learn a bunch of crap dead languages no one speaks anymore (I can accept Latin, but Ancient Greek? WTF? Funny thing, the really bad teacher is the Latin teacher. I think I hate Latin now).

Back on track, I exhausted myself this weekend. Not by studying. I didn't study too much, just a regular amount. Maybe stressing about it drained my energy. So now I'm wiped out. I desperately need a break. For the first time in a while (days, months, I can't tell time anymore!) I feel alive. Normal. Studying makes me feel stupid, mainly cause I can't think while I'm doing it. That's why they want us to study! To be stupid and so we can be their puppets! (I'm not quite sure who "they" are though, but "they" are evil!) I must say it was sexual thoughts that kept creeping into my brain and distracting me this time, but that was just this time. Normally it's clever thoughts I have to shoo away in order to focus. Oh well, I'll do what it takes, even study!

Stepping out of the house the other day, iPod in hand, planning on listening to music for the first time in ages, only to find it didn't work. HEEEEEELLLLLL!!!! It better just be depleted. Anyway, getting on the computer I managed to hear some music, specifically songs I'd purposelly been playing in my head cause I really wanted to hear them! Finally!! First one I played, Te wo Tatake of course! 'kay, that probably doesn't mean anything to you, but whatever. You're not really missing out on anything but the greatest song in the world, but whatev.

Gotta go... soon. Homework. Yup, that stuff never ends.

Stroll around the town of Perpignan, France

2011-11-29T09:51:00.000-08:00

... and my attempt at travel and fashion blogging.

It was beautiful there, but the thing I liked the most were all the unusual things to see. You'll see for yourself, scrolling down this page.

My first sight in Perpignan

We went through this castle thing to get to the town we roamed around in

... on the other side

This is the gate we went through...

... and here's a little map!

And here we are... hey, where did everyone go?

Wow, this pic makes the place look crowded! It really really wasn't...

Coffee shop

Beautiful, right?

Window shoppin'

I went into one of these shops. There was a shop assistant and of course she didn't speak enlgish. I think she asked "parle vous francais?" and I was like "no, anglais". She went "oh" and I quickly added "...et grec". You see, before we stepped off the bus, we had been warned, explicitely, that the French hate the English, and Americans. We're Greeks so you'd think "oh, you're okay"... at least I'm part Brit. Half actually. When I'd stated that I spoke english I hastily added "and greek" so she would know where I come from. I can't remember well, but I think she seemed more happy after I said that...

Ahh, I love little side streets!

yum

This is not bread. This is... art!

Bar.. celone. Haha, get it? Bar-celone! Gee, hillarious, how'd they come up with that?

I found this funny cause MYKONOS!! You know, unusual name for a shop, the name of a greek island.

I wants!

Can anyone spot the red bikini in the pic?

Look how big those Nutella's are!

I zoomed in to capture this. Truly glorious, ain't it?

Departure

And that was where we went before going to Carcasonne. Wow, now that I'm remembering it, I remember this place being amazing. Hadn't realized at the time. Well, that's that!

Rasberry

2011-11-25T13:40:00.000-08:00

At night, in the cold she walks back home, a chocolate wrap scrunched up in her hand. Rasberry cream. She did it again. Although she said she wouldn't, she did it again. "Last time", she keeps telling herself, but deep down she knows it's not true. She's ill.

She slumps up the street in the dark, protected from the critical looks of people. Only until her doorstep that is, cause the rest of the way she didn't care. She didn't care if people glanced disapprovingly in her direction, she didn't care enough to not stop at a kiosk and after minutes of contemplating pick up a bar. She chose rasberry cream over praline. The taste reminds her of the home she never met, a place dear to her heart that she misses deeply. She wants to be there. That's not the point however, another night has been written down in her memory as one where she sinned.

As she struggles up the stairs, the weight of the day on her shoulders, all she can think of is whether there will be any hotdogs at home, or rather, whether there will be any left for her. There were, in the end. However, a full chocolate bar and a hotdog weren't enough to fill her, she also needed raisins, nuts, prunes... She just can't stop herself.

She's been struggling for a long while. She doesn't know how long or why. Why shoud she suffer like this. Maybe sorrow, maybe habit, she's too tired to find out. She just wants it to stop. To stop....

On eating disorders and the idea of a cup being more real than the cup itself

2011-11-22T11:59:00.000-08:00

Routine has got mundane; go to school, come back, go out, come back, eat my heart out... I'm ashamed about that last part and don't want to admit it's part of my routine, but the frequency of it suggests it can be nothing else. I've tried to stop but I always fail; it appears I'm trapped in an eating disorder and not the good kind! As a kid people were concerned I would become/was anorexic despite my constant (and proven to be correct) reassurances that I would not. Instead of getting a relatively harmless eating disorder like that (harmless as long as you don't starve yourself to death of course), I got the one that makes you do what I was trying to avoid all along; putting on weight.

Today has definitely not been a good diet day, and I say this after a huge donut, seven pieces (square ones) of pizza, 4 mini Bounty chocolate bars, a few chocolate almond eggs. Oh! Almost forgot- and two pieces of cheesecake. Yeah... I wouldn't say I eat like that everyday, but I definitely eat more than I should. It would be funny if it weren't so pittiful; presicely the moment I've gulped down the last bite of something, I'll instantly regret eating it. I'll start wishing I hadn't done so! Most of the times I'll also feel full. I hate feeling full! For someone that enjoys an empty stomache and some short-lived hunger, I certainly make sure I never feel that way!

Binge eating disorder it's called. Symptoms include and are not limited to, eating a lot (of course), increased pace of eating during binging episodes, feeling the need to eat even after getting full (like compulsive overeating), and most importantly, not tasting what you're eating. Due to the speed of eating, people with this do not taste what they're eating during binging episodes. It's true, I'll tell you that. So it's not because of the taste that these people eat, the reasons are unknown. Probably to fill some void inside them. Weirdly enough, even when I think the void inside me is gone, I still do it.

Enough with that though. That's just something I'm battling, among other things. Such as my acute and untreatable case of lazziness. You may say "oh Gosh, I know exactly what you mean, I..." First of all, NO!! You don't know! You have absolutely no idea. Let me explain. I'll use something that happened a few minutes ago as an example.

Okay, so let's say you're walking past your couch and you see a pillow on the floor. What do you do? Pick it up and place it back on it? Possibly. I go another way; I step over it pretending it's not there, until my mum points it out and I'm forced to pick it up because then other people have become aware of the pillow's wrong possition on the floor. And when your toothpaste or shampoo runs out? You go and replace it don't you? I don't. I use someone else's toothpaste or any shampoo I find, until I'm told to get new ones out of the cupboard. All that cause I'm too lazy to open the cupboard and find these things. Also cause I have a "fear" of disposing things, when it comes to food I make sure to leave a bit of whatever I'm eating in the container- if it's jam I'll leave a layer to barely qualify as "some left" so I can claim "I didn't finish it" and to avoid the trouble of throwing the container away (throwing rubbish is a pain). Yeah. Epic lazziness!

Lazziness creeps into every aspect of my life, like say, homework. Can't focus for one freaken' moment! At school it's getting increasingly hard to pay attention in class. Last period, during history, I let my friends who were sitting behind me paint the bleached parts of my hair green (it was just one single hair, not all of it. I loled cause it looked like grass against the rest of my hair!) and my left hand nails yellow with Stablo markers. Hey, they were bored too.

I do remember paying attention during one class at cram school this week. It was pretty interesting, especially since I had the chance to dispute dead philosophers. According to Socrates- and Plato since he was such a copycat agreeing to anything his teacher said instead of making up his own stuff- the Idea is higher than the actual thing. For example, look at a door. Did you look at a door? Good. What you are looking at is in fact a door. Before that door, there was the idea of the door. The designer of the door thought it would be nice if he made a door. So he thought of what he would like the door to look like. That's the idea. Then he made a sketch of it. Lastly, he built it. The door you are looking at is a copy of a copy. It's a copy of the sketch which is a copy of the original idea.

This is true; don't you often think of something and then when you come to make it real, build it, whatever, you find it's not like you imagined it? Worry not! According to Socrates- and Plato- the original idea in your head is in fact the "real thing" and thus higher than the final product. So, assume a company that makes a product which is crap. It doesn't matter, cause the product is a copy of the original idea which happened to be great. Since the idea was great, who cares if the product is bad? Us consumers possibly? That just goes to show what uneducated and shallow beings we are, not being able to appreciate the greatness of the Idea and complaining about the product deficiencies.

Company: "Consumer help line, please state your complaint."
Consumer: "Yes, that phone you sold me.. doesn't do what you promised it'd do."
Company: "What are you talking about, it's the best phone on the market, it has a 5 mega pixel camera, room for 1000 songs, over 90.000 applications, it brews coffee, e.t.c.
Consumer: '...yes... the problem is it does none of that."
Company: "Oh, but it was all in the original design. The Idea when manufacturing this phone began included those features and much more, however it didn't exactly turn out was we imagined it, but still pretty close."
Consumer: "It's just a simple phone."
Company: "Exactly. We started out with the idea of making a phone and that's what we made. It's pretty close to the original plan."
Consumer: "... but it has none of the features you promissed. None."
Company: "... but it's a phone, right?"
Consumer: *hangs up*

See? Not very practical. As deep as it may sound, it doesn't work out in real life. However, if you knew the whole myth which reveals the thinking behind this, maybe it won't sound so stupid. Not. It remains stupid even after hearing the cave myth. But it is mildly entertaining and it gives insight as to why Socrates didn't have any qualms about drinking poison down like it was ouzo and dying.

Here's how it goes.

There were some prisoners living in a cave underground. They lived so deep in the ground no sunlight reached their eyes. Moreover, they were bound to the walls of the cave from their heads and ankles and were thus immobilized. They could see nowhere but ahead of them on the wall, where projections of objects could be seen. These objects were not real; on a higher level of the cave there was a fire with a little wall in front of it and above the wall fake objects rotated in the air creating shadows. These objects were copies of the real objects that were above the ground in the sunlight. The prisoners were looking at the shadows of the fake objects and believed they were real. They lived happily in their ignorance.

However, some people managed to escape their bondages. They climbed up the rough walls of the cave and got out into the sunlight. There they saw the real objects and realized everything in the cave was a lie; however, it was their duty to go back in and educate the rest, despite difficulties such as trouble seeing due to the contrast in light. The "rest" didn't believe them, they laughed at them for speaking such nonsence. I believe Plato wrote this for his teacher, Socrates, implying that because he was a person that "knew", the "rest" didn't believe him and ended up killing him. The prisoners, as you may have gathered, are the citizens of Athens, or any community as a matter of fact, the cave is society and the world above the ground is the "real world", the world of Ideas, not the world of deception we live in. In other words, Socrates believed the world we live in is fake and the real one exists somewhere where only souls have access to. That's why he didn't mind death too much.

And I ask; if being a soul without a body (the Greek word for body "σωμα" derives from the word that was used for "grave" and was considered the "grave of the soul"), why not commit suicide right away and return to that ideal state? That's truly the only thing I don't get.

Along with notes, the teacher also drew us a sketch to get a better understanding of what this cave was like. I copied it a bit here, due to lack of better ideas.

Nice, huh? And that is why a cup is a copy of a copy. The idea of a cup is more real than the actual cup cause the idea of a cup resides in the world of Ideas, in other words, the real world. See? Philosophy ain't that complicated! The specific philosophy is mildly stupid, though it is innovative and imaginative (which is what counts in this case), hence worthwhile.

'kay, just bored myself to death. Already so late, huh? Damn, I'll just have to go. Until next time... be here.

Stupid + rude hairdressers= Hair-cut disasters!!

2011-11-21T14:36:00.000-08:00

Before I go onto that let me state this; life sucks. It sucks so much that I wonder if life is this bad, imagine how bad death must be. And I know I'm not going to live long (stupid hand lines! I'm also missing my luck lines which I'm not surprised by if you consider the great luck I have). Life generally sucks, and on many, many levels too, however lets stick to why it sucks on a superficial level.

So, I'm sick, for the second time this year (in a period of less than three months, record!). I admit the first time may have been my fault, cause I went out at night straight after having a shower, my hair still damp, wearing shorts, a thin sleeveless shirt and no jacket worth speaking of. But now I'm left wondering what the hell I could have possibly done that would cause this! Why? Why me?! I dress warmly, none of the people I associate with are sick.... The only explanation is karma, which sorta brings me to the hairdresser thing.

I went to the hairdresser on Saturday. And I love going there *sarcasm alert*. The one I used to go to, who was shitty anyway and consistent in destroying my hair (see red hair-dye disaster. Thankfully it's faded into a honey blond, after about ten months) has retired and the other one I regularly go to is at my village and a three-hour drive with the car away, so basically not an option. So I had to try a new one. I should have known it wouldn't go well.

I'll have to pause it here for a sec though. I've had a shitty day. I woke up at 5:45 cause I couldn't breathe, and because it was so early I had to go back to bed without doing anything about my clogged-up air passages- cause when I woke up to go to school I wouldn't be able to use the Otrivin then, only 3 times a day (not that it helps, still ill)- woke up about an hour later for school, went to school while ill, came back for like two hours to eat and do whatever before going to cram school for five hours and walking back in the cold and dark. Not to mention all the brand new homework I've got to do. I'm so excited at that prospect! (sarcasm alert) As you may have gathered I've not even toutched the homework. Instead, I'm on here typing posts that it's highly questionable whether anyone will read. Now back on topic.

This fest of suckiness started on Saturday. The hairdresser's was more of a salon thing, you know, with many hairdressers and stuff, and we (my sister and my mum needed hair cuts too so we were together) also had to book an appointement. The appointement was for 14:30. My mother, as usual, was bloody paranoid to get there early. We're in Greece, for hell's sake! Whenever is anyone on time here?! But. my mum's my mum, she won't listen.

We were there right on time. "They" however weren't. We were told to wait, and sat, or rather squashed ourselves in the uncomfortable couch thingy-not even a proper couch. Now we weren't too huddled up or anything, but still, the space afforded for waiting was extremely small and cramped, just a joke of a seat and a coffee table stuck directly in front of it leaving barely enough room for legs. That was not the worse part however. In fact, it wasn't bad at all; I'm just making it up like that to make it sound horrific. The experience was still bad, cause we were sitting there breathing in all these fumes- dear God, the fumes! No wonder hairdresser is considered an heavy and unhealthy profession! When I heard it I thougt it was ridiculous, but now I know.

So yes, we were sat there for more than half an hour, breathing in fumes. And we had an appointment. I went out for several walks before we finally got our turn. Meanwhile, people had gone in, got done and gone already. When I was sat there, I couldn't help but observe the clients. Even if I believe something bad about someone, I don't normally think it cause I know it's mean, but not only did I do that, when I got home I started name-calling every freaken' client. You know, things like "here to do your nails? Honey, you're going to need much more than that done". Mean as hell, I know. And it's not even that most clients were ugly. They probably just got on my nerves for some reason, as has the whole world these few days.

Movin' on, my sister went first. I certainly didn't want to go and she said she wanted to, so that's what happened. I wouldn't like to badmouth any of the clients again- after all I hold that behaviour responsible for my cold, if you believe in the karma crap that I don't- but this bitch the hairdresser we had booked was doing before was not happy. Now she's the kind I would advice to go to a surgeon not a salon, not cause she was ugly, just old. Cut your hair all you want, old hag, you're still the same and always will be! She was looking in this UFO-shaped mirror messing with her hardly-a-step-up-from-bald short hair checking for any "faults". I'll tell you what the faults are and it ain't your hair! She looked like a right miserable old cow, such nerve she had. Just thank the fucking hairdresser and leave, you're not the only person in the world, there are others waiting you know, so you shouldn't take up her time by complaining about hair too short to be repaired!

Before you go calling me a bitch, here's how it affects us; that bitch's behaviour probably put the fucking hairdresser in a bad mood, and we were going right after. Oh yes. Firstly, she messed up my sister's fringe. In her mind at least. It looked fine, but my sister was not happy; she had that expression she has when something is pissing her off and it looks as if she's trying very hard to not punch someone in the face- I always gotta be careful when she does that. Despite being younger, she's taller and stronger than me, so now the tables have turned from when I could easily defeat her. My mum said "she's not happy" and I was like "see?! That's exactly why I don't let anyone but me toutch my fringe!" It was shorter than she liked, sure, but it looked better than before.

... not the point though, the client wasn't happy and that's what counts! Anyway, my dreaded turn came. Okay, I didn't walk out of there with a bag on my head to hide unexcusable hair, my hair turned out... alright, it's just the hairdresser was fucking cold. This is important cause I used to believe the worse thing in the whole world were stupid hairdressers, you know, the kind with an IQ of under a 100 that just can't grasp simple things like how to cut hair right. A combination of stupid and rude is just... can't even express such suckiness. I had a traumatic experience with such a hairdresser.

It's the regular hairdresser that had a thing for destroying my hair I went to. Why would I go if she kept doing that? Beats me. Anyway, the moment I set foot in there and said I wanted my hair dying she was quick to shoo me away, saying she didn't have time. When I told her I only wanted a single high-light doing, she accepted. She asked me what colour I wanted just like that, as if I was supposed to know without seeing anything. She had only just failed to grasp exactly how I wanted it dying, which parts of the hair, so after not managing to get through to her after several attempts and explicit instructions, I gave up and was like "do it however". That fucking stupid! Moving on, when I told her I didn't know what colour and I needed to see, she reluctantly pulls out a hair book.

I actually went to her cause my sister had for her dye-job. She said that she had been shown a book with hair colours and was able to make an informed decision. She still wasn't happy cause it turned out darker than she wanted it, but still. The book I was shown was a joke. It had practically no colours in it. Talk about slim pickings! My sister even confirmed that that was not the book she had been shown, she had been shown the proper big one that contained more than fifteen shades. Whatever, bitch got lazy when I happened to go and she didn't do a proper job. Showing me the small book and acting impatient when I was trying to decide, how professional. And was honestly not taking a long time. I did speed it up due to her behaviour though.

I settled for this dark blond shade, very subtle and nice, and here's what bitch says:
"Oh, that will not show on your hair"

So? I said I wanted that and she was like : "Okay, whatever" in a rude and condesending tone. And that is why I went for this horrible orange. Before you say it was my fault my hair ended up as a disaster, I only chose that colour cause I thought on my dark hair it would be darker, so picking a bright colour was wise. Even when I questioned her on it she couldn't understand what "will this colour look darker on my hair cause it's black, or will it look like it does on the book?" meant, that being such a sophisticated and complicated question, so she was unable to deliver a straight answer. It was because of my sister I was concerned with picking bright colours, cause hers ended up darker than she wished. Oh but you see I didn't know about this little thing called "bleaching"...

I almost had a heart-attack when I saw my hair; it was bright red! Red! An in blood-red! I asked with a trembling voice ( I was that devastated):

"Is this the colour I chose?"

"That's how it turned out", replies moody hairdresser (from the moment I walked in and throughout the process she was moody and rude)

"Oh, okay."

From what I wanted dying to what colour I wanted it dying, asshole got it all wrong. Pressuring me to choose a colour, condemning that choice and coldly replying "that's how it turned out" when she's done a fuck-up of the job.... If she weren't retired I'd so throw a stone through her window! Took 25 euros for nothing. Yeah... last time I'm dying my hair cause I dreamt I was in an elevator that on the top floor I was blond and when it went down brunette. Looking down at blond locks was so... different, so, I wanted to change the view of dark hair surrounding my vision everytime I looked down, even just a little.

Back to the new hairdresser. After cocking up my sister's fringe, she called me over. I had my hair soaked, which I did not enjoy, and then sat in one of the tacky chairs. Cold, moody, she asks how to cut it. Of course it all felt very rushed and I know very well by now I do not work well under pressure!! So, I didn't end up asking for what I wanted cause hairdressers are stupid (I'm wondering if an IQ of under 90 is a job requirement) and can't understand simple things- I honestly don't explain things in a complicated way- so I didn't even bother. I told her to stay the hell away from my fringe- I cut that by myself at home and it looks bloody good- and just do the rest of my hair. No, I'm not happy with it, but that's besides the point. With previous bitch she got asked if there was anything wrong with her hair, given the UFO mirror to inspect herself and so on. What about me? You did fuck-all with my hair, fucking well fix it!! Nope, didn't even get asked. She was cold, hasty, basically just trying to get the job over and done with.

Then my mum sits. I was done and leaving at that point. Cold and rude demeanor insta-vanish! She was acting normal and not stuck-up bitch-like anymore! Right away, not even having toutched the scissors, she starts casually chatting and being pleasant. Excuse me? I don't wanna fucking chit chat with you, but you can at least be civil and treat your clients like, say, people and not sheep that need a cut? What's your problem with me- and my sister-, is it that we're under 50 and hence don't exist? Normally it's the youngsters you should catter to, at least that's what most bussiness do, so to diss us as clients cause we're not menopausal is stupid (I don't care if I misspelt "menopausal", it's not a problem that concerns me).

I even heard something about kids being thrown out. Fucking excuse me? I'm 18! (in a few months) I'm gonna be able to vote next year whether I'm 18 or not, cause law has it in Greece that you can vote the year you are becoming 18 even if you haven't actually become 18 yet. Cool, right? That's more than other people can say *hint hint*.

I'm pissed off just by writing this. I really got nothin' better to write about cause everything sucks right now and no, I ain't gonna shut up. I feel so exhausted by everything. I'm falling short of my responsibilities... I can't keep up. Now I'm sick and I've got school in less than seven hours. Everyday life is wearing me out. I need to go. Can anyone hear me?

To hell with school, I educated myself!

2011-11-18T14:35:00.000-08:00

I should be proud to say that I learnt everything that's important on my own, that I achieved everything I did all on my own powers. But I'm not, instead I'm ashamed of living in a country where school doesn't mean squat. To truly understand how little school means, may you know that it's almost if not completely (for most people) impossible to get through the exams we give to get into university without tutoring or cram school. Yup, that's how little public education means in Greece, you have to pay to actually have a chance to get into university. And what universities are we talking about here? The best university in Greece is, I think, at the bottom of the list on a worldwide scale, that means even under countries that aren't "developed". Cause you see, Greece is a developed country (*sarcasm*).

The above statement is probably exagerated. The one thing I definitely achieved almost completely on my own powers with little and maybe insufficient help, was getting the Lower. For whoever doesn't know, a Lower is an English ceritificate, before the Proficiency. Most people stop at that, they don't go onto the Proficiency. Anyway, you may think "native speaker? She should get it right away!" Not true. There is a certain technique to giving exams, not pure knowledge. That requires practice such as mock tests. Two things; I was one class lower than the one I was supposed to be in (cause I was giving it earlier), only at the last minute did they change me to the right one, and the whole year I didn't do more than three mock tests, if that. So you get what I mean when I say I earned that certificate. Both of them (Cambridge and Michigan) in fact. I also went on to get both of the Proficiencies. Not that any of those certificates matter anymore.

Back on track, both universities and schools in Greece suck. Maybe, just maybe I learnt something in elementary school, but only cause I didn't know anything then (that's actually what a friend of mine said). As you may have gathered this year I'm graduating and giving exams that define my future. My whole life and worth as a person is going to be evaluated on one single test (well, six to seven single tests). Pressure's on. School life, the only thing I've known so far, will soon be over. As you see I'm extatic about graduating and receiving a paper that certifies I've nailed my ass to a chair for twelve years. That is in fact what and all I did. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then you'll say, it's my fault for not paying attention in class. And you'll be completely right, but I do have an attention span with the tendency to go off when it comes to boring things. Having managed to pay attention and actually fully "attend" (I may have been in class all these years physically, but I was never there mentally) some lessons this year, I see that I can't have missed out on much. When I needed to give exams at the end of the year, I learnt everything from a book. I might as well not go to school and just to that, cause honestly with some lessons, it wouldn't make a blind bit of difference. That is because the teachers are just that useless.

Never before have I thought so lowly of teachers, who of course are known to be one of the biggest problems in the education system, but wow! Just... wow. I don't get how some people can be such... I don't even have the right words. It's sad. Sad and utterly pathetic. They don't teach us shit. This year especially they're all useless. Never before have I encountered such a pack of dummies. Simply, the most important year and I'm stuck with the worst teachers ever. Let me give you an idea.

We've got this old senile guy who teaches history and instead of sticking to the (terribly written) book, which is important that we do cause our briliant education system has it that we must learn it all by heart and write our answers as closer to the words of the book as possible- you may gasp now-, he tells us the information and adds "but your book doesn't say that, your book says that and it's wrong". And I ask, do we freaken' care?! When we are supposed to magically develop photographic memories in order to learn EXACTLY what the book says, and when you know that we are supposed to, why the hell would you confuze us like that? Do that with the younger classes that can afford to fuck around, we can't.

And that my dears, is by far not the worst of the lot. That would probably be an English teacher who doesn't actually get to teach, no matter how much she wants to- I gotta give it to her for her persistence and patience though, poor thing, I feel sorry for her- basically cause during her "class" chairs are being flung and the people sitting at their desks can probably be counted on the fingers of one hand. We're a class of 20 to 25, bare in mind. She's quite a nice person though and I can stand her. Plus, if she actually got the chance to teach, you know, without the noise and chairs being flung and the homeless guys walking in (true story, I wasn't there, but it happened! Sounds like I missed out) her lesson would actually be somewhat decent. Her only (big) problem is that she (really) can't accert herself and take control. There are far worse, in my mind at least.

When a teacher actually wants to teach, like the above, even if there is too much noise and a general riot in class, it's sorta okay, you make do if you really want to, but the worst thing, a true wound to the education system, is the dead wood that thinks that just by walking into the classroom they've done something. We've got this Latin teacher... dear God, I've never hated a teacher so much! I want to punch her face whenever I see her. She walks into class- doesn't even say "good morning" and starts "teaching", if you can call it that and let me tell you, you can't- gives out a bunch of photocopies and briefly explains what they're about. Till now, nothing too bad, no problem with photocopies-just with the volume of them- and being a miserable cow is not a great offence. Being a teacher that you wouldn't even call a teacher cause you simply can't teach, hmm... that I consider bad.

Okay, I can't explain exactly how bad she is, it's one of those "you need to be there" cases, but oh my, I- or anyone- cannot follow! With the never-changing expression on her face, she talks and talks- possibly to herself cause it's not loud enough to be heard properly by all the class- and so fast that you can't catch all the information. That's not even the worst part; it's annoying. The whole thing, her "teaching" is so annoying I can't focus. Her "class" is like having teeth pulled out. That's how bad it is, a subject which I haven't got a particualr problem with and this "teacher" makes me want to kill myself right there and then. She cannot teach, she doesn't know how to pass on information. Even if she knows stuff, she is by far not qualified to be attempting to pass it on to other people. I'll give her a tip though; try talking as if you want someone other than yourself to hear you and get it through your scull that standing and rambling on for an hour does not qualify as a lesson.

Other notable bad ones include a pedophile gym teacher who we affectionately call "The pedophile". Now, what would you expect a gym teacher to wear? Perhaps track suits? Hmm, maybe we've seen him twice in those, if that. You see, ours is very "trendy". He comes in colourful suits- did I mention he's the gym teacher?- and cockroach-killer shoes. It's like a really bad... style? from the '80's. Really bad. Funny to look at, but bad. Now about the pedophile thing, yeah.. he has a thing for girls.

I've seen him act, should I say not properly, twice. This girl on the planting team was trying to get to the garden which is in the yard where we have gym. He says to the people that were in her way "Let the flowers go to the flowers". Of course everyone makes that prolonged "ooh" sound that when you hear you know something "great/grand/cool/rauchy" has been said. The girl was flattered and was being all "oh thanks!" in a silly tone, bimbo smile and leg going up. You know, like girls do when they kiss. Of course "pedo" comments on that and says "I like that, do it again". And she does. This other event, a few days ago, we were playing volley and this girl managed to throw the ball high, then he comes and gives her candy! I think she did again many times and he was saying "she's gonna finish my candy". Of course she was doing really well throughout the game- having known her since elementary I can tell you she's good- and idiot teacher was saying "I swear, I only gave her candy!" As in, nothing more, just a little cand as motivation and look how well she's playing.

Other stories include him gropping a student in the line for the canteen three years ago (not sure how true that is), my sister has told me several, as he was teaching at her school up until now, such as saying "nice dance, and rockin' body to go with it" to a slut that fancies herself as a dancer (I'm not meaning to be offensive and I don't easily call people sluts, so when I say this trust me, this one's a slut) and him generally hitting on her- and her brother-.

I don't wanna generalize and say all teachers are bad, but the vast majority of them is and they are most definitely the biggest problem in schools being so underatted. They are so underatted they didn't even bother providing us with books this year. Be shocked at that too, that's just the Greek system, the Greek way of doing things. Just when we think our jaw has hit the ground from the shock of everything we've seen, we always realize there is always something more and that we can never be too surprised. Anyway, at least there's one good teacher. Yes, out of all the teachers I have only one or two, no more than four, actually qualify as decent.

You may be asking, cause according to the post title I educated myself, exactly how's that. Well, here it is; I consider myself educated even though I never actually truly attended school. I learnt important things that aren't taught at school by observation and thinking, lots of thinking. My mind always travelled during class, thinking of these things. School doesn't prepare you for life, I had to think on my own. It's not just me however; with a system that flattens your character instead of building it, I've noticed that a lot of people from my generation are educated. Educated as in know important things, not useless school knowledge that is only useful for passing the exams, but actual real knowledge. They seem to have also done a good job at educating themselves.

The system really needs changing to promote character building instead of dumbing us down with what they teach us. I tried to study and felt more stupid as I was doing so. School isn't what it's supposed to be about. Enough with relying on people to turn out good on their own accord! Although I know that's not what they want, otherwise schools wouldn't be in such a state. They want us to be stupid to manipulate us. I say to hell with that. We want changes now. They can start by bringing competent teachers. You know, ones that didn't cheat on an exam to get a good grade and thus are considered good. How 'bout sticking them in a classroom and seeing if they can actually teach? That's their job, right? Hn, no wonder they all make a fuss when special exams are mentioned. Cause they're useless and they don't want to be found. Anyway, change the system and then bring good teachers. But first, bring us all our books. How are we supposed to study?

Sims 3 funny pics and stories

2011-11-16T00:34:00.000-08:00

"AHH!! The walls of my house collapsed-" 'Kay, they're not all that lame...

I got looking into the screenshots file of The Sims 3 recently and discovered quite a few gems. Some were hilarious, and others, as I was looking at them, I started making up stories with them. Random and nonsensial stories, but still. I started thinking "oh, caping them could be fun, it's too bad I can't do this all the time cause theses few funny photos are a result of hours of gameplay". You see, funny things to snap a shot of don't occur all the time, that's my point. I'll have to make do with these.

Must inform, the best of the lot is near the end. In other words, it gets better as you read on.

Starting out, some random pics, then some even more random stories. Check and enjoy! Oh, and it's advisable you read if you're over...hmm, I'd say sixteen or fifteen, but it's your call really. Nothing too graphic- if at all- so no worries.

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It's a long post, click for more to appear

Ouch!! That must have hurt whatever it was.

Technophobe much?

What the *beeeeeeeeeep*??

Apparently, the Sims endorse bulimia...

This sim is definitely up to something. *evil plan laugh* Just look at the eyes!

"What?! Purple hair-dye shrinks your IQ?"

"Well, mine's natural, but that does explain a lot of things about you."

Oh oh, catfight- no, fight!

Thankfully, this random dude appears and smooths things out before they get serious... by doing this.

Gal with terrible sense of style reacts like this.

And just then, they saw something in each other that made them think they'd found that someone special...

Random red-haired chick mysteriously disappeared and the setting instantly started to get romantic...

-aww no!! Guys, what the hell are you doing, you just met!

Noo, it gets worse...

Fine, if that's the way you want it, do as you wish! Congrats on destroying something that could have been beautiful...

'kay, this is a long one. I'll call it... "Disaster Party"!

Serene and Rock are showing their awesome moves!

...yeah, they're awesome dancers, aren't they?

While they're dancing all awesomelly, Rock accidently touches Serene's... ahem..

She get's mad and prepares to deliver punishment...

...but then they notice there are other people in the room, so they just hold hand and pretend things are okay. If you look at Rocks face really closely however, you'll see he's trying his best not to cringe in pain as Serene is crushing his palm. What, you thought she'd let him off that easily?

Few minutes later and suddenly they don't mind the presence of their friends. The dance gets raunchy...

...very raunchy...

"Hey, get that camera out of my face!"

Oops, appears that I've ruined it for them. Oh well, moving on...

They aren't the only ones that like to dance, apparently. Look at January rockin' it!

Rock gets tired and leaves, blue-haired sim, January and stranger join in. Serene isn't very happy with this outcome and is trying to step on Blue Hair's foot. Good thing she hasn't seen what January is doing, that'll just make her go balistic....

Oh oh! There it is, the thing that will make Serene go balistic, stranger checking out her undies. January, you're right to look worried cause this cannot end well!

Oh yeah, pretend nothing happened as Serene silently fumes in anger... Blue Hair's looking nervous with the situation.

Dance goes on peacefully, but Serene just can't forget...

Finally she lashes out, but thankfully Blue Hair restrains her. Good job mate, if she got her hands on any of the two they wouldn't even remember what got them.

However, the worse is not over yet. January, being the party animal she is, decides to throw a party without asking for Serene's permission. No, it doesn't sound good...

Guests have arrived and they seem to be having the time of their lives...

Yup, all having fun...

... except these two, the hosts. Now don't ask me where that guy appeared from or

why is he the co-host, who knows how much of a slut Serene is to have different men appearing randomly every few frames. I can't keep up!

The party is going on just fine, getting wilder by the second, however the hosts are still not cool with the idea...

*a few hours later*

Guy #3 seems to have warmed up to the party and is finally enjoying himself. He had a few drinks.

...a few too many drinks.

Serene can't say she's having that much fun...

*yawn*

*whisper* "Look at that douche, standing there like a pole, all out of the party. She's like soooo lame! Talk about doesn't know how to have fun. Grandma!"

Oh, but Serene heard that. Despite January's efforts to keep her voice down, she heard it all. And is hurt.

*hurt*

*very hurt*

But hey, Serene ain't the kind of gal to let people talk trash about her.

That's right, she's gonna teach January when to keep her trap shut.

"Just thinking of that bitch makes me wanna be sick!"

She boldly walks up to January who's dancing at the party she so rudely planned.

Serene: "Look, if you can't be civil and keep badmouthing me to my friends, I'm gonna have to kick you out on your flat arse. Understood?"

January: "You're speaking of civil when you've just threatened to kick me? Oh, and don't think I didn't see your little antics when we were dancing before, so I think you've given me every right to-"

Serene: "Just GTFO."

Serene leaves and January, scared by her, tries to hide. Only she's too slushed to do so.

Unwelcome guests are crashing the party. Rock is not pleased.

Guy #3 is now completely wasted.

"Oh my, that's terrible!"

Sucky ending to the first story, but I ran out of funny shots. It's the pictures you're here to look at, not the caps, you know that right?

Next up, "Why You Shouldn't Do Drugs".

Bored teenage girl thinking "everyone's so lame here."

"I'm outa here. I'll go find something interesting to do."

"C-crystal... meth, that's what it says. Sounds yummy."

That's the stuff.

Oh oh, something's wrong. What could she have seen, a ghost, a goblin, a flying rat?

Nope, just her knocked up self.

No, don't know why the last shot's relevant, but it is cause I said so.

"Drugs can really do that?"

*gasp* "Why didn't anyone tell me this six years ago?"

Know what else drugs can do?

"Huh? What's going on here?"

"Who moved the table?"

"Oh right, it was me."

And now, "Why It's a Bad Idea to Eat an M&M Before Swimming".

*drowning*

*drowned*

*falling*

The Grim Reaper awaits...

...to claim your soul!

Suddenly I'm getting the feeling I mistitled this story....

I think it should be called "Why This Is a One-Time Halloween Prank"

"You won't believe what that bitch Stephanie did."

"What?"

"She poured green paint in my shampoo!"

"Hmm, your hair does look like it has a green tinge to it."

"I washed it all out."

"... oh. I-I gotta get back to my yoga!"

*yoga*

"Are you insulting my looks?"

"Don't hate me for being beautiful!"

Now lets take a look at a special section of this post, dedicated to love. Or rather, the problems of love.

Guy: "Hi honey, I'm home!"

Girl: "ARGHHHH I HATE you!!!"

Girl: "You're such a bastard! How dare you bring home your mistress?"

Girl: "I'm stuck in this horrible house all day while you have fun and you bring that back with you? Grrrh, when you said we were gonna live in a greenhouse- other than thinkinig you meant a glass house in the garden- I should have figured what kind of person you are...."

That: I'm just here to play guitar for you two.

Girl: "oh. Nice!"

Musician: "..."

*music*

*dance*

*more dance*

*yet more dance*

*dance dance dance*

Musician: *mutters* "I can dance better than that bitch."

Girl: "Say what?"

(Jeez, what's with this, does everyone on Sims have super hearing? This is the second occasion so far where a sim hears something they shouldn't have.)

Musician: "You heard me."

(Of course she did, she has super hearing.)

Musician: "Take this!"

Girl: "ha!"

*musician is startled*

Girl: "Exactly what is it you want by messing with me like this, filthbag?"

Musician: "Hey hey, no need to be so nasty."

Musician: "The only reason I said those things is cause you're so beautiful and graceful and have a amazing boyfriend. I just dumped mine, so seeing you two dance made me feel... nostalgic."

Musician: "Guy told me that you wer great, but I never imagined you'd be this cool."

Girl: "You're so kind!"

*thinks to herself* "She really thinks she's got me with this? I can't be fooled that easily, hun...I still don't like her."

Musician: "Now that we solved this, let's kiss and promise to be best friends forever!"

*Guy wakes up* Girl: "What?"

*next time they meet*

Musician: "No, I'm not sorry Guy invited me over as a guest, I will not leave!"

Girl: "Will you not?"

Musician: "Ahhh!!"

*thinks to herself* "Heh, that'll teach her."

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"Love?"

"Oh right, love, that feeling that makes you go-"

"Yeah, it's lovely."

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Love

*guy thinking* "Heavy!"

*girl thinking* "Put me down!"

Not as perfect as it looks

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Kaylen is worried her bf Ken is gay.

Ken: "My, that's a wonderful chaundelier-"

Kaylen: "STFU!!"

Ken: "And then she shouted at me, little rubber duck, she shouted at me! I was so scared..."

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"Oh yes, I'm very much in love. So is he, only he doesn't know it. Yet."

"My problem is, I saw him out with another girl as I was closely following him from behind."

"So, I broke into his house and drew an ugly painting!"

"There, that'll scare him when he goes to bed."

"Best thing is, they'll never suspect me, cause I'm with the police!"

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"Yahooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!"

"Hah!"

"Oh no!"

"Where's it gone?"

"Found it!"

"I'm the best, yo!"

"Now that's what I call surfin' the Net!"

"???"

"WIN WIN WIN!!!"

"Huh? WTF's going on?!"

"Oh oh oh h-help!"

"I.. I feel like barfing..."

"Woah?"

"Phew, videogames sure do give me head aches!"

That's it! Watcha think? Tell me tell me!! :))))))))))

Hetalia: Axis Powers-inspired funny dialogue (starring Greece and England)

2011-11-12T02:57:00.001-08:00

At school we've got this writing club going on... I think. Sorry, I just can't be sure! If you knew how greek schools work (or don't work as a matter of fact) you'd know what I mean. Anyway, we're supposed to write a one-act play or a monologue on crisis. Any crisis, economic, ethical, identity crisis. I've already written my play, though it needs a lot of tweeking.

The characters aren't actually the ones from APH(see end of post), so it is by no means a fanfiction, but it's inspired by it cause I may have borrowed the concept of personifying the countries from there. I can't know, the idea may have come to me even if I didn't watch it, who knows.

You may be wondering, since it stars Greece and England, why I've put up a picture of Greece and Germany. The answer is simple: I couldn't find one of Greece and England (although, and I repeat, the characters in the story AREN'T the ones from APH, it's just prettier to have a picture:) Germany is mentioned in the play so there you go, and I think it's relevant to what's happening now in the world. I liked that picture cause it sums it all up, Greece is looking carefree whereas Germany is pissed off by that laid-back attitude. It's far from reality, Greeks aren't like that anymore. Everyone is so unhappy, and all people ever talk about is the lack of money and how difficult things are. It's like a huge cloud hanging over our heads, it's there all the time and there's no ignoring it... anymore.

Enough with the shitty reality stuff, let's make fun of this hell of a situation! Here goes.

(excuse the relatively poor translation)

Greece: Over here's the Ancient Agora.

England: Impressive, it's the Greek culture in all it's magnitude!

Greece: And there's the Parthenon.

England: Beautiful! Just marvelous, as anyone would expect one of the Seven Wonders of the World to be!

Greece: So, are you interested in buying anything?

England: No thanks, but I heard Germany is interested in making an offer for the Parhtenon.

Greece: Oh great, thank him/her on my behalf. It'll be a huge help to us.

England: Alright. *looks at everything Greece has shown* You've got a very nice country.

Greece: Yeah... It'll help with the selling out. It's a shame, but I can't cope with the debt any other way. Since '18 and then every year, you know, the budget wasn't going well. But I kept it a secret cause I didn't want to upset the kids. Now that everything's been revealed though... I have no choice. I've got to do something.

England: Hmm.. *scratches head* But now it's the kids paying the price of this crisis. I don't believe you're stupid- with such a great culture and difficult language that you have- and couldn't see that something like this was eventually going to happen. So was it the kids you were keeping it a secret all these years, or to cover yourself?

Greece: You're offending me! Watch what you're saying or I'll throw you in the Aegean!

England: I apollogize. In my country the situation isn't good either- it's been like that for years. But you were okay, everyone believed that there wasn't a problem for the longest of times. You know, unemployment has been a problem of mine for years, it's not recent. Maybe I'm generally in a worse situation. I never hid it though.

Greece: *eyes England suspiciously* If you're also deep in it and have problems, how come it's only me they're hitting?

England: *shrugs* *pause* So, what else do you have?

Greece:: Over here's Delphi...

England: *stares in awe* Surreal! Such amazing beauty, such... such... I can feel the presence of the ancients! There, I can almost see them living their everyday life!

Greece: Er... that's the Epidaurus where you're looking and right now "Antigone" by Sophocles is being played. That's where Delphi is. *shows*

England: *looks* Ahh, it's marvelous! So much history in only one place. The most ancient thing I've got is Stonehenge.

Greece: Ihh, that place gives me the creeps! *shivers*

England: *laughes* Oh Greece, the things that scare you...

Greece:*stares*

England: *lowers head, looks at the floor* Okay, I admit it, it gives me the creeps too!

Greece: *smirks* *pause* Is there anything else you'd like to see?

England: Erm... actually....

Greece: Yes?

England: Well, look...

Greece: Yes??

England: I'd... I'd... love to see MYKONOS!!

Greece: Just that?

England: *inches in closer, whispers* They have lots of beers there, right?

Greece:Hu- wait! You're ought to destroy the island aren't you?! Isn't it enough you do that every summer in Crete with your shenanigans? It's that intolerance of yours towards alchohol that's to blame. *sighs* And it's beers you want. You'd think since you're in Greece you'd have ouzo, but no, it's Germany all the way.

England: Ouzo? What's that?

Greece: Huh? You don't know? Forget it then.

England: Is it like beer?

Greece:Like beer? Please, beer is for babies! Ouzo is a real drink.

England: I see. Better off with beer then. I don't want to go for the strong stuff when I've got such an intolerance towards alchohol.

Greece: *nods head approvingly* Good, I see you're sensible.

England: Nah, it's just cause with beer I can drink more!

Greece: *facepalm*

England: So, I'm very glad you had me over. Good luck with the sales. *handshake*

Greece: Thanks. I wish you also recover from the crisis. Come, I'll lead you to the door. *leading to the door* You know, those marbles you stole from me some time ago, keep them, but would you please send me the money for them?

THE END

Oh yes, threw a word about the Elgin Marbles in there. By the way, we want them back. Yes we do, and unless they actually are sold to you, those ain't yours and never will be. So, while we're waiting for OUR- I shouldn't have to stress OUR but obviously I have to- marbles to be returned, I'll make a disclaimer saying that none of this is meant to be offensive, though I don't see how it could be, but just in case. I honest to God hope we don't end up like that! >.<

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*Find out what the hell Axis Powers: Hetalia is here.

About the pic: The Greek writing means "smile", specifically the noun "smile". Now I gotta comment on that, cause it makes me wonder what the artist was trying to write. If it was supposed to be "smile" as in I/you/he/she/it smile(s), the verb in other words, it isn't it. The verb would be "χαμογελα"(hamogela). The difficulty with greek verbs is that like in French, they've got to be in first person, second person, etc. In English you put I/you/he/she/it and you're done. In Greek the person is shown by the suffix of the verb. And of course there are other things, more complicated things about verbs, so I'll leave it at that. Judging by the picture, I'd say "χαμογελα" is what it was meant to be. It has the same meaning as when you tell someone to smile, or order them to. That's one of the complicated things about verbs I was telling you, like a form of it meant to be an order or suggestion. That's that, now'll shut up after having bored you to hell!

Greece, the country with no Prime Minister

2011-11-09T14:03:00.000-08:00

These past few days it's almost like the public has silenced, standing in awe in front of the current events. Right now all we are doing is waiting and seeing. They keep saying "in just a bit we will be announcing our new prime minister" but they never do. All we see is politicians storming off angrily cause they didn't get their own way. Come on already, the country is sinking and they are fighting over who's going to deal with this mess. It's a disgrace. I'm personally ashamed actually, by the fact that even in such critical situation they can't gather themselves and do something other than childishly fight.

I say they set up a big box in Syntagma and whoever is interested will throw their names in. Then, in a joyous event complete with drinks, DJ's, guest stars and fireworks, at the end of the night, pull out a name and proudly announce the new prime minister. Whoever it is is bound to be more capable than whoever they choose to put in.

It's so effing frustrating that even right now they can't just cooperate! Have they not realized the seriousness of the situation or something?

Oh, and we've got the Brits mocking us now. Like England is any better. Both my countries are in it deep. So, this highly misleading reality show claims that Greeks in specific professions make a lot of money by scamming the system and claiming ridiculous benefits. Yes, I was just as surprised to hear some of them, like, bus drivers getting extra money for checking tickets, arriving to work early, warming up the bus and generally, money for doing basic tasks they should be doing. You think Greeks consider that normal? Wrong, besides, most Greeks aren't bus drivers to have even heard of them. Radio Arvyla, a popular satirical show, was making fun of this by suggesting benefits such as "Washing Your Hands" benefits, or "Closing The Door" benefits and other ridiculous things like that. Also, did you note that it's only three professions? Why not more? And shouldn't "Going Greek", as the name suggests, mean living like the millions of underpaid and barely-making-ends-meet Greeks?

"Mock the Greek". I don't don't know if the show (which I adore!) I'm so lamely "puning" is on the same chanel, but I don't care. The fact such a show is or is going to be on british TV means it's all for the trash. Viewers better not embrace that "reality" show I mentioned above. I won't even say its name out of spite.

Enough with all that though. I try to avoid hearing the news, but I'm being blasted with it. There's nothing else but it on TV. Not that I watch. Over the next two days I've got a hetic schedule, thanks to a very efficient education system (that's sarcasm, if you hadn't realized). Perhaps I'll tell you about the joys of "frontistirio" sometime. I don't know how to say it in English. That says it all, there's no such thing in England. "Cram school" would perhaps be a fitting translation, but I'm not sure. I don't really care either. Don't know what's gonna happen right now, and even if you don't generally give a damn, there's no way, you'll get sucked in too. I'm tired of this story already. I mean, enough! Ain't funny anymore. Things keep getting worse and worse...

On a brighter note, I made a Twitter account! Yeah... that's as bright as the notes are getting. Here: https://twitter.com/#!/Seireina. Follow if you want.

*Edit on the 11/11/11: I think we have one now.

Why Sims 3 has got boring

2011-11-08T11:44:00.000-08:00

Must admit this is not purely from a gamer's POV. I mean, it's not the game itself that's boring cause it's really not, if anything, it's awesome. It's just that it goes to show why imagination can't be beaten by games. Any game really, not just Sims. It's definitely fun, don't ever get me wrong on that one, but like everything, it has certain limitations. Often unwanted ones.

When I thought of Sims before I actually bought the game back in '09, what I imagined was a game where you can do anything, build people and create stories, but it's not quite like that. Sometimes it is and of course it can be, but it's hardgoing to make it that way due to certain limits, limits your imagination doesn't have. That's why I found it difficult to get into playing to start with,cause in my mind I could do anything.

In the game you can create sims, but of course it's only natural that they won't turn out 100% the way you want them to, you can create houses and decide on almost everything. But really, all they do eat, sleep, have sex, have kids, get married, die, and so on. They don't talk or create meaningful relationships with each other.You can imagine all that, I guess, put voices to your sims in your head. It'd be unfair to blame the game for my shortcomings, like the fact that everytime I play I end up overworking my poor sims to reach the top in their jobs, maximise their skills and have as many kids as possible (one male sim of mine had more than 27 kids!). Then, after I've played for a while, doing all these things, when I reach a point where it's meaningless to continue, I think "now exactly why am I doing all theses things?"

Even snapping shots is difficult or trying to create movies. Have you tried it? Then you know. You end up screaming "WHY WON"T YOU DO WHAT I WANT, BLOODY THINGS!!!" I know, that's mean. But that's just the way you are, mean. The expressions, the poses, you can't control them as much as you'd like, so the result is bound to be different from what you wanted.

At first it was my misconception, that the game is about building a "physical" version of your stories. They're are many people that can do that of course, the most talented amongst them are truly admirable. Why? Cause not everyone can do what they do.

Sims 3 is Sims 3, that's the bottom line. I'll pick up a pen and paper instead. There I can turn my sims into werewolves and make 'em die and then come back to life if I want. If you check my fanfictions, they're all about Sims. It's not τυχαιο (it freaken' annoys me that there's not a translation for that word!! Perhaps "random", but I'm not using it in that sense, I mean something like "it's not a coinsidence"). The fanfiction I'm refering to is this. I'll conclude this post with amusing snapshots so you don't think I hate Sims 3. Cause I don't. And I appear to be going into an awful lot of effort to prove it. Suspicious... but not.

*yawn* Wut? You thought it was a zombie?

Punch drunk? No, drunk punch!

'kay, movin' on...

Jeez guys, you could've at least waited until the other two left...

Panty shot?

Ooh, she's mad! She's gonna punch him!

*when she's done* "C'mere." I'd watch it if I were you. She's still mad.

Doing hide-and-seek wrong. Error 1: We can see you. Error 2: Your playmate's not playing, she's exercising.

TV's not working? Have you tried turning the water off?

"Aww, how lovely!"

"H-h-heartattack!!"

"I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

Can you spot what wrong with this pic? Hint: the table is lop-sided.

Bzzzzzz.....

"R U stoopid?"

"Woot woot!"

"...woot? Why can't I feel the floor against my feet anymore?"

*shivers* "Scary stuff. I hope no one saw my panties."