Fake

I have been thinking about fake a lot recently. I am not talking about fake accessories, fake boobs, or fake noses. I don't care about those, it is fake people that bother me a lot, and we have a lot of those around.

Why on earth do you want to make your lives more complicated by not being true, honest and on the point? Why do you play by rules other than those that are the simplest? Why do you keep playing roles in your personal lives - we have to do that in our professional lives, so be true for once! Why do you think about what will be more accepted and then act? Why do you waste your life (and ours) on meaningless shit? Why do you choose your friends, partners, places to go based on how socially accepted these are? ? Where did you learn to be fake and how did I manage to stay out of the game (luckily enough)?

Sometimes spotting fake people is easy, but other times it takes more time and that is when it hurts the most, because you treat them as true, humane entities, and then they turn out to be something soul-less that glows but is empty inside.

So please, if you are fake (and you know it if you are of course - don't fool yourself) don't even consider wasting our time. We have a true life to live and we want to be able to look back with no regrets.

Enjoy the lovelily sunshine by living the day :)

Σε είδα....

Κάθε βδομάδα πιάνω την City τζαι το πρώτο πράμα που ανοίγω να διαβάσω είναι η στήλη "Σε είδα". Μιαν που τούτες τις μέρες λέμε να στείλουμε και εμείς κάτι.

Προς το παρόν ο συνένοχος στο έγκλημα πρότεινει: Θωρώ με κάθε μέρα στον καθρέφτη τζαι ξιππάζουμε. Ως πότε;

Εγώ προτείνω: Σε είδα να κλαδεύεις, σε είδα να κλαδεύεις.

Εσύ προτείνεις;

From the other end of the bar

I was at a bar the other day with some friends wearing my happy mood and talking to people. Then suddenly I spotted a friend from the recent past, he spotted me too, and then we ignored each other. It was as if a stranger was gazing at me from the other end of the bar, I simply smiled and turned my head the other way. We have been doing that a lot lately the two of us - I mean ignoring, in general. The previous times I was a wreck after the "meetings". The other day I didn't mind. It is strange for the kind of person I am (not letting things go easily) but this friend is becoming a memory, and I want him to stay a memory, a good one. So maybe ignoring each other's presence or even existence is what we should keep doing. Because memories should stay where they belong, in the past.

Having said that, one would not believe me if I said that I am becoming a people's person since such a person would not ignore someone. Anyway, ages ago a colleague told me that I look like an IT person - I love my computer and ignore people. Lately I ignore my computer and talk to everyone. Maybe that is my way of ignoring my thoughts? But the thing is that I enjoy it. I enjoy talking to people working in coffee places and bars. I find their work and having to communicate with all sorts of strange/angry/stressed/sick/funny/etc people exciting. The other day I was having a conversation with the guy at the parking place about best places and times to park in Nicosia (he gave me great tips!) and ways to deal with angry people looking for parking. And he was able to deal with my inability to park in the most amazing and stress-free way.

And my inability to park (a recent skill!) reminds me of the inability to keep any plants alive on my porch. Well I have some cactus that are still alive but I managed to "kill" a basil - which I was thinking of turning into mojitos, even though mojitos are made with mint. My new project is to have five more plants by the end of the week and keep them alive at least until the end of the year. I remember watching this movie where a guy working at a rehab clinic was saying that if you want to check if you are ready to get into a relationship get a plant. If it is still alive in six months get a pet. If it is still alive in a year you are ready to get into a relationship. Ha, based on that I am not! Based on reality I am not again! Hypothesis double checked :)

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That smile I kept talking about all summer has helped me a lot and he does not even know that. For some peculiar reason he keeps popping up whenever I am not feeling that great. Can't explain it really, but then again why should I? Simply feel it.

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I want to have a Halloween party at my place. One of those parties we used to have in London where you invite everyone you know and then they invite everyone they know and you end up having a house full of people you don't know, they don't know each other, and are drunk most of the time. But then again this is Cyprus, so what is the possibility of people turning up at such a party, and what is the possibility of people not knowing each other? Hm...maybe I should stay home and have a glass of wine instead, and simply dream that I went to such a party!

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As I am getting older, I am getting older! I think you know you are getting older when you start waking up before your alarm goes off.

Δεν θυμάμαι αν στο είχα πει.....

Κανονικά έπρεπε να νιώθω νοσταλγία όταν ακούω τούτο το τραγούδι. Για τους δικούς μου λόγους. Άκουσα το την ώρα που οδηγούσα και ένιωσα ότι έσβησε τη κούραση της μέρας. Εντζόι!

Slowing down

I have been running like crazy, doing lots of things, socially mainly. Go out, see friends, meet people, spend time with family, laugh, love, be happy. Now I am tired. I simply want to be me, at my space, with my people and our thoughts. I am slowing down and I am not afraid of my thoughts any more.

It is ok to be low for a bit. It is fine to stay home and think. It is cool hanging around with the ones you love and staying quiet.

So I am slowing down....I am letting go of the summer mood.

The Puppet - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.

I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

I would listen when the others speak, and how I would enjoy a good chocolate ice cream.

If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

My God, if I had a heart, I would write my hatred on ice and wait for the sun to come out. With a dream of Van Gogh I would paint on the stars a poem by Benedetti, and a song by Serrat would be my serenade to the moon.

With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals...My God, if I only had a scrap of life...

I wouldn't let a single day go by without saying to people I love, that I love them.

I would convince each woman or man that they are my favourites and I would live in love with love.

I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old--not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men....

I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.

(translated by Matthew Taylor and Rosa Arelis Taylor)

MILF

Το περασμένο σαββατοκυρίακο βγήκα με ένα νέο φίλο για ποτά. Ο φίλος τούτος μόλις μετακόμισε Κύπρο και εξερευνά ακόμα την πόλη. Έλεεν μου ότι το προηγούμενο βράδυ επήραν τον κάποιοι γνωστοί του σε ένα κλαμπ αλλά ο κόσμος εφάνηκεν του κάπως (όι πως ο κόσμος δαμέ δεν είναι παντού κάπως!). Όταν μου είπε που επήαν εκατάλαβα ότι ήταν το γνωστό meat market, στο οποίο δεν είχα ξαναπάει αλλά άκουσα. Κατά τη διάρκεια της βραδιάς έγιναν διάφορα παράξενα και διάφορες συμπτώσεις (άλλην ώρα όμως) αλλά η κουβέντα για το κλαμπάκι μου κίνησε την περιέργεια. Μια επίσκεψη με έπεισε για το πόσο MILF (μαδερς αϊ γουλτ λάικ το φακ) είναι το μέρος, ή πόσο GFILNT (grandfathers I would never touch). Απαίσιο συναίσθημα να σε κοιτάζουν σαν να είσαι ένα κομμάτι κρέας.

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Μόνο εγώ νομίζω ότι το brew εν πολλά loud (και δεν αναφέρομαι μόνο στην ένταση του ήχου);

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Έχω κόλλημα με τα χαμόγελα. Όταν ο άλλος χαμογελά μέσα από τα μάτια λιώνω και ότι και να μου πει πείθει με. Ειδικά τωρά τελευταία κόλλησα με ένα συγκεκριμένο χαμόγελο που μου φτιάχνει τη μέρα. Keep smiling :)