moonlightless skies and fake desires

Mou prokaleis egkefalo........

2010-07-07T14:17:00.003+02:00

i ataka (malakia) tis imeras!

Art: Mama auto pou kaneis einai poli kako.....

Me: oxi den einai

Art: i poli peina mou dimiourgei provlimata igeias........

Art:..... mou prokalei EGKEFALO.......

Me : pos to pes auto?

G: OOOXIIII ART! PONOKEFALO! EXEIS EGKEFALO!

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Sas diaveveo oti kamia sigkenia den exoume me tin Laidy Angi opos kai oti kanena apo ta paidia mou den einai telios ksantho. Einai kai oi dio skouroi ksanthoi.

P.S. I kori mou prepei na gnorisei tin laidy angi opos-kai-dipote! Tha ta pane poli kala oi dio tous.

Mia disaresti ekpliksi.....

2010-05-03T14:10:00.002+02:00

Simera ksipnisa strava. Ma poli strava. Zalizomoun, idrona kai ksanaidrona kai eixa anagoula. Olo to proi i kathomoun, i ksaplona kai se mia dosi piga na ksanakoimitho, mipos kai me ligo ipno mou perasei (dikiologies gia na tempeliaso dld pou tha elege kai i pethera mou). Den alakse kati. Oi psiloi eixan mpei sta aftia mou apo tin proti stigmi kai molonoti etrema stin idea, olo kai tin giriza sto kefali mou. Giro stis 2 pou den pigene allo, afou mageireva makaronia me kima kai stin idea mono mou erxotan na kseraso, exontas parei to minima, apofasisa na min kano to kinezo gia mia olokliri vdomada kai agonio kai talaiporo kai ton kakomoiri pou de ftaiei an o kiklos mou den einai kiklos, alla troxia feggariou tou kronou i tou dia, apofasisa na xtipiso ena testaki.
me tin psixi sto stoma katevika, me tin psixi sto stoma perimena na teliosei i pelatia kai aisthanomoun oti tha lipothimiso kathos perimena, exontas sto mialo mnimes kai stigmes tou parelthontos kai perimenontas oti apla tha epiveveosei to gegonos. Eilikrina i apantisi me paraksenepse. Vgike arnitiko. Isos einai apla mia adiathesia, epidi koimithika mono 4 ores to vradi. Alla auto to kano poli sixna kai zalades den exo. Oso gia ta sinaisthimata mou, auta itan pou me paraksenepsan perissotero apo ola. Ekpliksi. Anakoufisi. Apogoitefsi? Thlipsi?
Apogoitefsi? Thlipsi? Anakoufisi nai, giati den tha ithela kati tetoio kai den ipirxe periptosi na proxorisei kati tetoio kai den tha antexa na mplekso ksana se kati tetoio i sti diadikasia (kai to kapsimo) tou apoxorismou. Apogoitefsi? Thlipsi? Sta 10 xronia pou eimaste mazi, einai i proti fora pou koitazo ena test egkimosinis kai niotho kapoia apogoitefsi i thlipsi pou vgainei arnitiko. Kapote tha petousa apo xara. Fainete pos oloi oi anthropoi kapote alazoun kai ontos iparxei ena viologiko roloi pou kanei tikki takka kai kapoies fores xtipaei kai to ksipnitiri gia na sou thimisei na sikotheis kai na pas sto rantevou sou me ti zoi. to diko mou malon itan ena ftiniariko kineziko kai xtipaei tora, anti na xtipisei otan mou simione rantevou i zoi xoris na me rotisei i na me parei ena tilefono na me idopoiisei.
Pantos epidi i aidiathesia sinexistike kai eipa ti skata, parolo pou paizo sta daxtila mou pia ta test egkimosinis les na ekana lathos? Arxisa loipon na tsekaro kai na apoklio periptoseis. Gnosti ipotasiki, evgala sxedon 2 oloklirous kalokairinous mines sti defteri egkimosini me karpouzi, psomi kai kefalotiri kai piesi tis taksis tou 7-8 i megali kai 7-5misi i mikri, ksernontas oli mera, para to proxorimeno 6mino pou ipotithete pos den perilamvanei emetous kai taseis lipothimias, to mialo mou pige prota ekei. Ksetriposa to piesometro apo ekei pou ipotithete oti tha itan (kai nai, ontos ekei itan) kai me tsekara sta grigora. Dedomenou oti auta tou karpou den einai kai poli akrivi kai sinithos dixnoun parapano, me tsekara 3 fores. To sinithismeno 10-11 i megali kai 8-7misi i mikri alla auto pou mou ekane entiposi itan oi sfigmmoi mou pou tous metrise molis 65 tis dio protes fores kai 60 tin triti. Sto gimnastirio, eftana tous 150-160 sto grigoro perpatima (stin 6 taxitita) kai 100 sto aplo (4misi-5 taxitita) eno sto kathisio kai ti ksekourasi, den peftei kato apo 85. Isos telika na exoun dikio. Oso ki an leo oti den me epireazei, prepei na xaso varos, den eimai pia 15 xronon kai arga i grigora i kardia mou tha kourastei na palevei mazi mou kai tha klatarei. ola exoun eggiisi, alla opos de perimeneis apo ena ilektroniko na doulepsei kato apo palaves sinthikes kai kakometaxirisi etsi kai to soma kapoia stigmi tha klatarei.

Mood of the day : ultramarine blue

Song of the day : ...And i'm suffering (Virgin Black)

My God be upheld in our distress
My cries fill the air, my cries fill the air...

The fangs of suffering tear my bosom
And refuse to release their hold
When will my sorrow begin to pale?

When will my sorrow begin to pale?
When will my sorrow begin to pale?

Can I erase the Deamon?

2010-04-13T11:33:00.002+02:00

I've been sinking deeper and deeper into despair with a "peek" on low the past weeks and finally managed to tear all that nail apart I've been scratsching it for 2 weeks now and can finally say that it just apears about 2mm out of it's root.

Because I'm not allowed to cut........
I'm not allowed to plug my lashes out.....
I'm not allowed to plug my eyebrows out hair by hair....
I'm not allowed to get stuffed and throw it all out, neither swallow pills or alcohool...
I'm not allowed to smoke and I'm not allowed to burn me....
I'm not allowed to "accidently brake a glass" and I'm not allowed to rub the wound with vinegar or lemon....

But you can't predict it, can't forbid it all.... I am in need to harm myself, to let the pain out and you can't imagine how far I can go to, if needed, to manage a good, sadistic punishment for the little masochistic me....
Still I know all it's gonna take is a dissapointed look in your eyes to start the cirlce again....
Oh God I failed again....
I dissapointed you.....and me.... and you....

Of The Wand And The Moon

Can I Erase The Demon

I see it's growing darker
And darker still
I see my heart growing darker
And darker still
I felt your heart growing darker
And darker still
I see this life growing darker
And darker still

Can I erase the demon?
Can I ever fill the hole?
Will I see the stars
And start anew?

"I think I've said that before...."

2010-04-08T13:58:00.002+02:00

I think I've said that before.... but do I ever do what I say? Do I ever do what I promise myself I'll do? Well... quite a few times I have done what I promised me I'll do (pink highlights-driver's licence), but when it comes to errads for others, I'm a damn masochistic slave. Everyone wants me to do something for them, which is usually needless, or can wait a few hours or days, but no, they want it right here, right now, even tho I have other things more importand to do. During our 10 years together i had run to gather papers and applications for jobs for my husband, because my in-laws insisted I should, if I wanted him to find a better one, with more human working shifts and doubted a couple of times if I wanted him to, or if it suited me, and despite my objections i did run for them, once my husband did too, despite the fact that the applications would go straight to the discarded, because he was out of the right age for the position, or out of the required papers, but hell, who cares if we run all day for the papers, maybe they see him and fall in love instantly with him and hire him just for his smile....
Just because I don't work, it doesn't mean I have nothing to do and sit all day misserably crying because i have nothing to do. I have my own stuff to do. Because people ask my husband for errads, like Julia's dvd, or that new barbie cartoon movie, or to copy 20 cds, etc and who else ends up doing them? Who else is suposed to sit all day and has nothing to do? What annoys me the most is that none ever aknowlage this and says a fucking thank you!!!!
And when time comes to run for my own errads, bills and shoping and kid's stuff, they are pissed off and make faces to me. Or worse, play the guilt game like my mom does (well, she doesn't even know she is doing it but heh it's ok, at least I know and understand that she really is " an old, sick woman blah blah...")

But no more miss nice Psofofeggaro. No more. From now on, I'll be as selfish, as self-centered fucking bitch as possible, let everyone find another victim, I'll look after only my self, it's ME first, then hubby and kids. I'll hit those tatoos, I'll die my hair as I want to, I'll spend money only for my clothes and shoes, I'll sneak out of the house every night and party, no more kid's parties I don't want to attend, no more weddings from their side, I am no pet to show me around to their siblings, no more lunch/dinners at in law's next time I'll let her know how awful she cooks (after all she never fails not to touch anything I've made or discard it as catered, i think I've played miss nice for a very long time now...)

I think I've said that before.......
Again and again and again.......
Shut the fuck up P and run like a good girl to pay your in-laws' bills and let your house's bills expire.... as always, their precious daugthers would have already done everything and would be out, having a coffee with their friends or having vacations....
You are a servant, you are a slave, feel lucky that your husband is open-minded and allows you to breath and sleep.........
#@%$#%^%$^^*&(^%&#%$

A quite acurate personality test said that....

2010-03-29T23:09:00.002+02:00

psofofeggaro took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!

""He feels life in general is handing her to many d..."

Click here to read the rest of the results.

Psofofeggaro's Existing Situation

"Needs extra attention and must feel she is very important to those around her. If she doesn't think she is being spoiled enough, she may shut herself off from others."

psofofeggaro's Stress Sources

"His normal flexible and stubborn attitude has become weakened because she feels overworked, tired and as if she is stuck in a rut. The situation seems helpless and is causing her to physically feel the strain, she is searching for a solution but she is unable to make a decision on how to go about making the changes."

psofofeggaro's Restrained Characteristics

"Although she is able to find contentment through sexual activity, she feels hopeless to change her problems and difficulties and continues to make the best of what she has."

Feels trapped in a helpless situation and is desperately seeking relief. she is able to find pleasure and happiness in sexual activity.

"Insists her hopes and ideas are realistic and achievable, but needs encouragement and support. her self-centeredness can cause her to take things too personally."

"Feels trapped in a helpless situation and is desperately seeking relief. she is able to find pleasure and happiness in sexual activity, as long as there is not a lot of conflict or emotional difficulty."

psofofeggaro's Desired Objective

"He feels life in general is handing her to many difficult and unpleasant things, but no one else seems to agree with her. she is resistant to joining in with others and want to be left alone."

psofofeggaro's Actual Problem

"Feeling tension and stress brought on by situations which are out of her control, leaves her feeling helpless, anxious, and in adequate. she tends to act out as a way of covering up her short comings and blames other people for her failures."

psofofeggaro's Actual Problem #2

"Fear of being prevented from achieving the things she wants causes her to take advantage of all types of other experiences, but then denies any of them have value to her. her destructive behavior is her way of escaping and hiding the helplessness she feels."

DAMN ACURATE!!!!! :(

At last Internet's baaaaaaaaaaaackkkkk!!!!!

2010-03-17T22:13:00.003+02:00

Hi! My name is psofofeggaro and I am an internet adict.

Didn't follow the golden rule about software ("if something is working well, leave it as it is, don't update/upgrate it"). Heard the siren's call on the phone line one fine day that i was weak and said the sad "yes" and ended up on a tornado of going forth and back, 2 months of no internet at all and around 10 days without phone :/

I was lost, I was lonely, I felt bored, everything felt meaningless at the first days/weeks but then i got used to the situation and just found something else to do and fill my empty days.

Now, we're back to normal but.... I feel empty.
Actually, i feel emptier than the first couple of weeks without my window to the world's wide web.
I am online.... So.... So? So what? Download music? Quite meaningless. Spend hours on facebook. Too meaningless. Update that stupid blog? Meaningless...
I know something important to do. Have those comments moderated. I am not suporter of the moderation idea, but I am tired of deleting spam comments. Really.

As for the only comment that was not a spam and was on my blog, i have to say that I used to unleash myself here quite regularly, but the fact that I feel boring, repeating myself again and again after a few months and of course the fact that someone not suposed to be here, was here, and things got a bit complicated and hurtful for both of us and teared me and my blog apart a little.

Since gcast bid us farewell and lets no more signups or uploads, I'll leave you with 2 videos from a group that kept me company this week and gave me energy to do my housework.

Ankh (live)
Kraina Umarlych (Vivaldi's)

Ankh
24 N. Paganini (cover)

P.S. I lied. I'll share Omnia's song too, I spent 2 weeks on auto-reapeat on Omnia's Pagan-folk magic mystery

Omnia
Alive!

Can you feel alive today?

- MEION -

2010-01-17T22:24:00.002+02:00

DEN sinithizo na kano opadika i athlitika post kai DEN sinithizo na thimono me to podosfairo, alla poli tha ithela na katevei oli i kavala kai na plakosei sta klotsidia ton KAKO, tin ora pou evlepa to mats. Thelo na do ti tha ginei tora me auto, ti timoria tha paroun oi athlioi oi gauroi, pou tin pernane xalara san na min simvainei tipota panta kai eno s'emas stamatane leoforia sta diodia, sti diadromi, autoi exoun asilia sta panta.
Pos thelo na paroun ena -1 i -2, MEION GENIKA sti vathmologia na ponesoun, oxi epidi tha ofelithoume emeis. Fantazomai oti de tha me pistepseis an po oti to idio ithela kai sto mats tou PAO me ton PAS (an thimamai kala), tote, me tis fasaries gia ton mikro, tin dikiologia pou eixan oi malakes gia na ta spasoun. Thelo KATHE omada me anegkefalous malakes pou mpainoun mesa kai dernoun kosmo, na pernoun afairesi vathmon apo tin omada tous, mpas kai valoun mialo. Akoma kai an autoi eimaste emeis. ALLA OLOI. OLOI. KAI panathinaikoi, KAI olimpiakoi. Giati ante! Oxi mono paoktsides, arianoi, iraklideis, kavaliotes, ktl.

Den kanei krio stin ellada.......

2010-01-16T14:12:00.002+02:00

Auto tragoudao 1 vdomada tora, gia na peiso ton eafto mou mexri na arxisoun oi ekptoseis kai na vgo stin agora na paro kainourgio mpoufanaki. Em vevea, ama girizeis to video clip stin kriti, tote den kanei krio, gia ela mia volta pros ta do kai ta leme.

Ipomoni mexri ti Deftera kai katharize oso pio poli mporeis na exeis ti Deftera eleftheri, elpizo mexri tote na mi xionisei, giati me vlepo me tin kakougousti oikologiki gouna pou mou xarise i pethera prin xronia kai anagkazomai na forao ta xristougenna stis giortes.

P.S. Auto afieromeno stin Trendy (Arte)Mitsa mou kai ston kouklo pou thelei diko tou mp3 player na akouei trendy liiiiiiiitsaaaaaaaaa :p

I don't know how to live, but I got a lot of toys........

2010-01-12T00:29:00.003+02:00

My boy's (and propably girl's too) characteristic song......

I can't believe it
the way you look sometimes
like a trampled flag on a city street, oh yeah
and I don't want it
the things your offering me
symbolised barcode quick ID, oh yeah

Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to live but I got a lot of toys
my daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual

my mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
ain't life a mystery yeah?

I can't explain it
the things your saying to me
its going yayayayayayaya oh yeah

Cause I'm a 21st century digital boy
I don't know how to read but I got a lot of toys
my daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
my mommy's on valium, so ineffectual
ain't life a mystery yeah?

Tried to tell you about no control
but now I really don't know
and then you told me how bad you had to suffer
is that really all you had to offer?

Cause I'm a 21 century digital boy
I don't know how to live but I got a lot of toys
my daddy's a lazy middle class intellectual
my mommy's on valium, so ineffectual

Cat's Foot, Iron Claw (21st century digital boy)
neuro-surgeons scream for more (21st century digital boy)
innocents raped with napalm fire (21st century digital boy)
everything I want I really need (21st century digital boy)

21st century schitzo boy
21st century video boy
21st century digital boy
21st century sofa boy

Ho ho! I'm a pirate!

2009-12-23T00:57:00.002+02:00

Prin 3 meres, elava sto Last.fm account mou, ena mail, apo tin indie diskografiki etairia enos group, pou me pliroforouse oti vrikan ena torrent sto piratebay tou group, me uploader emena kai kala tha kano na to sviso giati allios tin evapsa kai na min sviso to account mou, alla to torrent prota.
Gia na eimai eilikrinis, stin arxi frikara. Meta leo katse, pote to anevasa ego auto ekei? Ta mona sites pou sinithos anevazo (kai mi nomizeis oti eimai kanas uploader) einai ta greektracker, globous kai blue-bytez, ta perissotera sto proto, oxi pano apo 10 sinolika, 1 sto deftero kai 3-4 hentai sto teleftaio. Me mia grami, opou persi, anagkase ton sizigo mou na parei eksalos 26 dekemvriou, 11 to vradi tilefono stin ipostiriksi ourliazontas apo to kako tou (eixame KSANApesei, molis eixame mpei sto dungeon kai kremasame olo to group sto paixnidi kai mas vrizan) katalavaineis oti to uploading einai sxedon apagoreftiko. Etsi loipon, emeina ekplikti otan anakalipsa oti ontos, ego eixa anevasei to torrent, 2 xronia prin. Proxorisa loipon sti diagrafi tou torrent kai tou account gia kalo kai gia kako opos eipe kai o kalos mou, mias kai to piratebay den to xrisimopoio kiolas, apo ti stigmi pou poulithike, vromaei i ipothesi tou kai kalitera na filagomaste.
tin epomeni mera, mou irthe ksana mail sto Last.fm mailbox mou, opou i diskografiki etairia, me pliroforouse-apeilouse, oti esvisa to account mou, xoris na sviso to torrent kai oti exoun tropo na mathoun ta stoixeia mou kai tha ta anevasoun sto piratebay kai to site tous dimosios. Ekana ena search kai iparxoun 7 torrents, 2 apo "anonymous" uploaders, to ena ek ton opoio to diko mou. Ego to ekana kanonika delete, otan koitaksa to profile mou, den eixe kanena upload, tora an to kanoun suport alloi seeders, auto den me afora, ego oute kan exo tin diskografia auti pia ston disko mou. Koitontas sta comments ton torrents, ontos sto allo anonymous upload, kapoios egrafe poios itan o uploader kai onomateponimo, diefthinsi, email, ktl, ktl, ktl.
Simfona me to author tou comment, to torrent eixe "pagideftei" apo virus pou vlepei ta stixia sou kai etsi karfothike o uploader kai oloi osoi to katevasan kai tha tous kategrafe sintoma kai tous ipoloipous.

Meta apo auto, exo na diloso pos, an kai katalavaino tin etairia, oti oi kalitexnes zoune apo auto, xanoun lefta ktl, ktl, ktl ego esvisa oti eixa apo to group, petaksa to cd me ta mp3 tous, tous esvisa apo tin scrobbling list mou kai den thelo na ksanaakouso gia to sigkekrimeno sigkritima pote. An me rotouses kapote, tha sou elega kala logia gia autous, alla tora, tipota kalo. Exo ena poli megalo poso apo kalitexnes sti lista mou, kai an me rotages, eilikrina thavmazo pollous. Exo agorasei polla cd, alla pleon ta cd exoun pethanei. Den exo oute ena cd sto spiti na doulevei, ektos apo tis 2 cdieres ton pc, se antithesi me ta 3 diaforetika mp3 players mou.
An fertheis etsi sto agorastiko koino sou, tote tha to xaseis.

P.S. Pote den vazo to pragmatiko onomateponimo kai stoixeia mou se accounts, to mono einai i fatsovivlos, i opoia me endiefere na vro ksaderfia kai sigkeneis pou den eixa tin tixi na gnoriso apo konta kai na mathoun kai tin diki mou iparksi, skopo ton opoio exo epitixei.

De me xezete leo go, omofovikoi, health life obsessed , klistomialoi geroi!

2009-12-09T20:26:00.004+02:00

De me niazei an sta 50 mou exo zaxaro, piesi i triglikeridia, de me niazei an pethano apo kardia sta 50 mou i an meta apo treles dietes kai gimnastikes kai askitiki zoi, ftaso ta 110. Prosopika, protimo na pethano sta 40, me mia zoi gemati kalo fai, poto, sex, taksidia, agapi, pathos kai eutixia.
Skasila mou an asprisoun ta mallia mou i an kano ritides. Den mporeis na polemiseis to anapofefkto, giati na steritheis kai na agxonese gia elaxistes elpides kathisterisis tou anapofefktou, otan den exei kai kamia simasia? Giati na valo kremes? De mporeis na polemiseis to xrono. Time will finally get you like it always does. Oso gia ta malia, ta vafo idi, oxi giati fovamai tis aspres trixes. Outos i aloste exo mia evesthiti sxesi me to xroma ton malion mou pou exei ginei kathreftis tis psixologikis mou periodou sta xronia pou perasane kai de nomizo na alakso auti ti sinitheia.
Gia mena i igeia den einai proti protereotita ( na ksekatharisoume, milao gia tin igeia MOY). Fisika kai i igeia ton paidion i tou kalou mou me endiaferei. Alla de prokeite na plakotho na kano dietes, plastikes, gimnastiria kai isteries gia na ziso 5 i 10 xronia parapano. Protimo na ziso 5 i 10 xronia ligotero kai na peraso kalitera auta pou tha ziso, para auto.
Oso gia to varos, i igeia den me endiaferei katholou ma katholou. DEN einai stous logous gia na xaso varos. Den einai kinitro, den einai kan paragontas. To varos tou agapimenou mou omos me noiazei. Thelo na adinatisei, thelo na einai igieis, thelo na zisei kala, giati autos den einai mathimenos s'oli tou ti zoi xontros san emena. Autos exei mathei allios, autos einai mathimenos me alla dedomena kai i zoi ginete an oxi distixismeni, diskoloteri . Etsi ki autos, thelei to diko mou kalo kai noiazete gia to diko mou varos, oxi gia na min exo zaxaro sta 50, alla gia na mporeso na ziso ta oneira mou, ta oenira pou exo apo paidi ki etsi na ginoume pio eftixismenoi tautoxrona kai oi dio.

The costs of life.......

2009-12-08T09:27:00.003+02:00

Having your roots done by a professional on the hairdressers'
Cost : 30 euros

Having Highlights done by a professional on the hairdressers'
Cost : 30 euros

Having your hair cut by a professional on the hairdressers'
Cost :15 euros

The look on my in-law's face when they saw my Fucsia and golden locks
Cost : P R I C E L E S S ! ! ! !

:D

Xristougenna

2009-12-04T10:04:00.002+02:00

Den ksero an esi vlepeis Xristougenna ston orizonta, i Dekemvri esto, ego pantos mallon oktomvri vlepo kai den exo kamia, ma kamia diathesi na stoliso dentro, na tragoudao tragoudakia gia to "xionismeno" kampanario i ton Agio Vassili. Ma toso eksopragmatika miazei o Dekemvris kai stin Australia (ekei profanos xeirotera).

Nai, mou tin dinei o xeimonas giati me pianei katathlipsi me tin mounta kai tin kataxnia alla den antexo iliolousto dekemvri me kontomaniko, de mou kolaei, mou trelenei to roloi re paidi mou pos to lene!
Thelo xioni, krio, aera, mounta kataxnia! (apofasise ti thes pia pes, thes i de thes mounta kai kataxnia?)
Thelo kanonika xristougenna mpouaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
:'(

Drama queen Vs Mom 100-0

2009-11-27T08:37:00.003+02:00

Ma ti panagia, ores-ores, pragmatika den tin antexo auti ti mikri, einai ikani na me kanei na kiliemai kato klaigontas apo to kako mou me ligmous (kati pou exei kataferei ouk oliges fores opos simera), meta apo kathe ekriksi orgis tis. Kai fisika, 10 metra prin tin avli tou sxoliou, exoume skoupisei mikses, dakria kai mallia, exoume diorthosei to parousiastiko mas kai anigontas tis porta tis taksis, exoume foresei kai ena xamogelo tis crest san na min simvainei tipota. Einai theatrina, drama queen pou lene kai oi amerikanoi. Kai oli i istoria ksekinise simera giati i prigkipessa den ithele tost gia kolatsio, san tous koinous thnitous sto sxoleio, ithele "kati pio gliko"( pou sinithos apagorevete apo tous kanones tou sxoleiou me liges eksereseis opos ta spitika keik).

Nea gripi on the loose

2009-11-23T07:49:00.002+02:00

Simfona me tin pigi mou, to www.esos.gr 2 paidia 11 kai 16 xronon pethanane, apo aneparkeia (anapnefstiki kai poliorganiki) logo tis neas gripis.
Einai lathos, toso, toso, toso lathos na pethainoun paidia!
Einai krima, toso krima!
Theos na ta anapafsei....
Thee mou, filakse ta mikra mou....

Gripi ton xoiron.

2009-11-11T17:20:00.001+02:00

Kleisan 2 takseis sto sxoleio mas simera. Exo xasei episodeia apo tote pou ta paidia apofasisan oti theloun na pigainoun mona tous sxoleio. Den akouo ta nea pou anakoinonintai kathe proi stin prosefxi kai sisos xano polla. Na sou po tin alitheia, exo arxisei na anisixo ligo. Ipotithete oti mas prostateve to emvolio tou pneumoniokokou sta mikra kai oles autes oi malakies kai o panikos einai kai kala gia na min spiroun paniko kai na perasoun sta psila simantika pragmata.

Yoñlu

2009-10-19T10:13:00.004+02:00

A great disc to sit down, think and dream is Yoñlu's A Society in Which No Tear is Shed is Inconceivably Mediocre
Check his bio and you'll understand why it's so brilliant.

"Music is, above all, a form of expression. A way to connect and communicate with something larger than yourself, be it some higher power, society, or even the people around you. Making music can be an expression of joy, love, faith or wonder, but often times it is a purging release of anger, sadness, frustration, pain or loneliness. Sometimes it's enough to help someone move past a difficult period of their life or to deal with constant pain. Other times, those feelings prove to be insurmountable.

Vinicius Gageiro Marques was a young renaissance man from Porto Alegre, Brazil. Impressively intelligent and mature for his age, Vinicius was versed in three languages and reading Kafka before he was 13. As a teenager he explored photography, drawing, music criticism and wrote and recorded hundreds of songs in his makeshift home studio. However, Ernest Hemingway once remarked, "Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know," and indeed, Vinicius' brilliance burdened him with a particular sensitivity.

Unfortunately, Vinicius, understandably disconnected from his peers, retreated into his own mind for most of his life. He apparently found some solace on the Internet forums and online communities where he shared his criticism, art and music under the screen name Yoñlu. This became a sort of secret world (his family was mostly unaware of the music he made) where he seemed to flourish, his incredible recordings resonating with the many who took the time to listen. Yoñlu eventually developed small followings in numerous parts of the world, from Canada to North Africa. But, even with this warm reception and the catharsis of his prolific output of deeply emotional music, Vinicius still found life to be unbearable and sadly committed suicide in 2006 at the agonizingly young age of 16.

It's impossible to disentangle Yoñlu's music from the story of his short life. In fact, the totality of his compositions was directly shaped by some of its more painful realities. This is quintessential bedroom music, not recorded as such for the cool lo-fi aesthetic, but out of necessity, its method of recording also a reflection of the solitude engendered by Yoñlu's hyper-intelligence and resulting alienation. And unsurprisingly, Vinicius' intimate pain is the most perceptible element in many of his songs. On album opener "I Know What It's Like," a play on the proverbial, plaintive teenage cry of "you don't know what it's like!", Yoñlu assures us that he does with dark, biting sarcasm: "I know what it's like / to be left out when all your friends try the new hip suicide thing…I do know what it's like / to be picked last in soccer practice and in shithole prostibules / and I know what it's like / to have to trade a girlfriend for a muse." The fragile "Humiliation" walks a more serious path with its heartfelt, repeating question of "Why does it always have to end with humiliation for me?", while "Suicide," written and recorded just a month before Yoñlu took his own life, most openly grappled with the impending act. However, lyrical content was not the sole source of his emotional outpouring. Vinicius possessed that rare ability to imbue his melodies with more than just simple melancholy. These songs, without any of their words, tug at heartstrings and manage to convey what he was feeling with stunning power and directness.

And while it's easy to view Yoñlu's music through a tragic lens, not all the material on A Society in Which No Tear is Shed is Inconceivably Mediocre is so grim. Other tracks here feature Mano Negra-like melding of genres ("The Boy and the Tiger"), percussive, Deskjet printer-sampling collaborations ("Deskjet Remix"), honest-cum-playful words of encouragement ("Katie Don't Be Depressed"), and tributes to the music of his home country. Yoñlu may pull some influence from the Western folk tradition, but he pulls much more from Bossa Nova and Tropicália, his acoustic guitar stylings infused with an emotional and rhythmic depth that can be traced back through greats like Vitor Ramil, Gilberto Gil, Caetano Veloso and João Gilberto. He actually gives one of Ramil's classics, the pensive "Estrela, Estrela," the stripped-down cover treatment and handily does it justice. It's a testament to Yoñlu's original songs that it fits in perfectly with the rest of this collection.

Even through his songs Vinicius Marques was unable to overcome the pain that he felt defined his existence, although he certainly recognized and admired the expressive power of music. In the note he left for his parents he urged them to listen to music "whenever they were sad" for, as he so eloquently put it, "the right cadence and harmony at the right moments can awaken any sentiment, including happiness in the most somber moments." He may not have realized it, but he had nearly mastered that formula in his own compositions. And though we'll never get to hear any new music from Yoñlu ever again, at least we know that when we listen to these songs we will feel something. Yoñlu wouldn't have it any other way. "

" Yoñlu was the recording nom de tune of 16 year-old Vinicius Gageiro Marques. Note the use of “was” here. His story is as interesting as it is tragic. From his parents home in the Southwestern Brazilian city of Porto Alegre, Marques, recording as Yoñlu, crafted lo-fi, tropicalia-soaked, pop and folk pieces reminiscent of José González and Nick Drake all in the fragmentary style of Damon Gough. Delicate and, at times, dark. A sonic example of the racing bouillabaisse that is a teenager’s mind, the songs range from the straightforward (”I Know What It’s Like“) to the schizophrenic (”A Boy And A Tiger“) mixing gentle acoustic guitars and keys with cheap Casio beats, multiple languages (Portuguese, Spanish, English) and snippets of dialog from television shows and commercials a la Michel Gondry’ film La Science Des Rêves.

Marques took his own life in 2006. He left his family a note with a CD-R of his music urging them to play it ‘whenever they felt sad.’ On his computer his parents found a seemingly endless trove of recorded material that their son had been sharing around the world, via the Internet, under the guise of Yoñlu. Cryptically, one of the songs is titled “Suicide.” Awash in multiple genres the songs have been distilled and compiled on A Society In Which No Tear is Shed Is Inconceivably Mediocre released on David Byrne’s Luaka Bop label.

"Original Bio from his homepage/tribitute page

Adapted from an article in the March 2008 issue of Rolling Stone Brazil:

The story of Yonlu has many angles. Yes, it is a story about music – of the continuing heart-spilling tradition of lo-fi troubadours, of post-rock's melodic imprints, of an ancient sadness lurking in the new-century and manifesting itself as modern Bossa Nova. But it's more than that. It is a story about how such music comes to be in a world where technology and communication hide feelings and emotion, but songs can't. It is about how the Internet can change an idea of what music means, of whom its creators are, and of what its creators can and can not do. More than anything, it is a story of a single young man, who lived all those angles and found it increasingly hard to do so -- but whose music transcended mere angles.

16 year-old Vinicius Gageiro Marques lived in the Southwestern Brazilian city of Porto Alegre, the only son of university professor and psychoanalyst Ana Maria Gageiro and second child of Luiz Marques, doctor of Political Science and Secretary of Culture of the state of Rio Grande do Sul between 1999 and 2002. He was a bright inquisitive young man, a polyglot adolescent who spoke French (he lived with his family in Paris from 3 until 7 years old), and wrote and spoke English without ever taking classes (he learned by watching TV). He began reading Kafka at 12, and at 13 dedicated himself to recording daily life using a photo camera. Vinicius also had an impressive musical aptitude. He demonstrated a knowledge and a critical sense in his analysis of pop music, always written in English and available on various websites. And he recorded hundreds of songs, playing guitars, bass, drums and sound effects in one of the rooms in his house he transformed into a studio.

But his focus had a dark side. "He was serious, maybe too serious," remembers his mother Ana Maria. "Very early on, I understood that his sensitivity to the world was also his weakness."

On the afternoon of July 26th of 2006, 36 days before turning 17, Vinicius locked himself inside the bathroom of his apartment, and took his own life via carbon monoxide intoxication. An avid Internet user with the screen-name Yoñlu, Vinicius stayed on-line until the very last moments, and members of the suicide forum he frequented accompanied his every last step. Before locking himself in the bathroom, Vinicius wrote a letter freeing his family members from any guilt, explaining that his suicide could not have been stopped or imagined. He asked that his wishes be respected because his life was unbearable, he indicated the web address for his blog, thanked his parents for their support and recommended they listen to his music whenever they were sad, exactly as he would do. Even though he didn't suggest they listen to the music he composed, he left them a CD with some of his songs.

On Vinicius'computer (which was being searched by Police investigators), his father discovered some of the precious sounds he had stored away -- the majority were his own songs. The music came with enthusiastic commentary made by Internet fans from around the world. Yoñlu, the Brazilian from Gay Harbour (that's how he would refer to Porto Alegre), almost without any real friends in real life, was a popular virtual artist with fans from England, Scotland, Belgium, Canada and North Africa.

His recordings revealed just a fraction of his potential, his talent for experimentalism, and a capacity to create delicate melancholy melodies, something between Badly Drawn Boy, Radiohead, Tortoise and Nick Drake.

The music of "gringo" artists weren't the influences on a kid contaminated by the universal conscience promoted through the Internet. Yonlu's sound was enriched by his passion for bossa nova, his attention to the ruptures in Tropicalia (he considered Gilberto Gil the genius of the movement) and the influences of gaucho artists such as Vitor Ramil, his favorite, whose song "Estrela" he covers here.

Between a poetic lyricism and general nonsense, the lyrics, written in English, help uncover who Viñicius really was. Topics like depression, inadequacy and suicide are scattered among the tracks selected for the disc. "Katie Don't Be Depressed," a musical pearl with steamy guitars and popular lyrics, is somber: "Katie don't get depressed/it's serious, I want to say, what the hell is that? / a thought across your mind/ and I see you twist and scream/ even though you have a hand to hold onto/ even though you were cast aside."

In "Humiliation," vocals, guitar and the incapacity to declare a passion, is pungent: "Why does this always end in humiliation for me? / I'm going to say why/ I'm going to die"; the sad ballad of carefully chosen lyrics "Suicide Song," written one month before the fatal date, is haunting: "Now she has gone like everyone else I knew/ now my suicide is illuminated by the sunset/ if you want to know my opinion, it's very sad/ I don't think I will be/ present to see your face."

Yoñlu is a disc that should have been a post card, but transformed itself into a testament. It's the celebration of a life with the talent for a banquet that stopped at the appetizer. It's a showcase of sound and poetry of the kisses that Vinicius never gave, the dreams he never realized, the anguishes he couldn't get over, his passion for art and especially for music, like he expressed in the letter he wrote to his parents: "I believe that the right cadence and harmony at the right moments can awaken any sentiment, including happiness in the most somber moments."

Ashram

2009-10-16T17:06:00.004+02:00

Alitheia de sas exo milisei gia tous Ashram e?
Oi Ashram loipon, einai oi Sergio Panarella kai Luigi Rubino (to vasiko didimo sinthesis) kai argotera prostethikan kai oi Alfredo Notarloberti (gnostos italos violistis) kai Leonardo Massa (tselo).
I mousiki tous xaraktirizete sto lastfm san "neoclassical darkwave" kai, an kai i leksi darkwave mou fainete panentelos atopi, i alitheia einai oti kapou dikiologitai.
Giati akougontas tous ashram, sou erxete ena moudiasma sti kardia, kati san ti mousiki ton Secret Garden, xoris ta celtic stoixeia, sto pio melagxoliko, sto pio romantiko. Emena prosopika, me magepsan, perasa 1 mina+ niothontas mia agaliasi, mia iremia, ena sinaisthima oti eimai erotevmeni ksana apo tin arxi kai oti den iparxei tipota simantikotero apo ekeinon dipla mou na me agapa.

Mporeite na parete mia gefsi apo auto to asteri tis Prikosnovenie, tis megalis enalaktikis etairias pou ipostirizei gothic, medieaval kai fairy alla kai world music kalitexnes, opos oi Caprice, Artesia, Stellamara, Irfan, moon far away, tous ellines Daemonia Nymphe (pou o ixos tous einai arxaies psalmodies), sto simerino gcast player

dreams come true, Bibbidy-Bobbidi-Boo

2009-10-16T07:49:00.009+02:00

Eilikrina, ores-ores, de mporo na katalavo merikous anthropous....
Tha mou peis, edo den mporo na katalavo akoma ton eauto mou, tous allous tha katalavo? Ypotithete oti ta dika mas profanis lisis provlimata, fantazoun vouno sta matia mas kai mono kapoios apekso mporei na dosei efkola lisi, mias kai vlepei to paketo kai oxi tin tholi maza tou provlimatos pou vlepoume emeis kai einai pio efkolo na vreis to profanes sta provlimata tou allou para sta dika sou. Tespa, den einai douleia mou.

Prin 10 xronia peripou, mou girisan ta miala, ekana tin epanastasi mou kai ethesa kapoia oria ipo amfisvitisi, kapoies empiries pou eprepe na apoktithoun sti zoi mou kai kapoies prokliseis. Ta perissotera minor achievments ta katektisa, opos to na methiso, na kseraso apo methisi, na kapniso xorto, alla kai kapoia akoma, epithimo diakaos na epitixo gia na theoriso oti exo petixei stin kataktisi ton "mikron pragmaton". Se kapoia major achievements, pou eilikrina den perimena sxedon pote na epitixo, petixa para poli grigora kai eimai evgnomon stin tixi mou gia auto. Alles, den exoun tin tixi na vroun ton enan kai monadiko, alles den xoun tin tixi na kanoun paidia, ego eixa tin tixi na sviso apo tin lista ton stoxon tis zois mou 2 megala oneira para poli grigora.
Ektote omos mpika se ena xazo louki, afethika na damasto apo stereotipa kai koini gnomi, apo ntropes kai malakies pou den exoun kamia simasia, giati "those who mind, don't matter and those who matter, don't mind", parasernontas kai autous pou "matter" se enan anemostrovilo distixias kai mizerias mazi mou.
Ta apolita prosopika achievents pantos, ta agnoisa, katastrefontas olo kai peirssotero mesa sta xronia kathe proodo pou pigena na kano, i kathe pithanotita gia ektelesi stoxou. i alitheia einai oti de vlepo fos s'auto to tounel.

Pote epitelous tha pistepseis oti eisai fantastiki, monadiki, exeis iperoxo gousto kai idees, protoporiakes kai tha papseis na akous to kathe provato i eunouxismeno prosopo pou tha ithele, alla de mporei, i tha ithele alla einai arga pia? I istoria os tora exei diksei oti oloi osoi se legan kits, esena, tis idees sou, ta gousta sou, se 2 xronia sou legan me stomfo to poso oraio kai protoporiako einai auto, poso monterno kai goustoziko einai, auto pou einai sti moda kai poso ksexoristoi einai pou akolouthoune tin moda, ksexnontas osa sou eipan 2 xronia prin, gia auto akrivos otan eixes esi tin idia idea i to gousto. Just face it.... eisai mprosta apo tin epoxi sou kai auto den allazei. Papse lipon na krivese kai na pentheis ta tsakismena sou ftera kai na amfisviteis ton eafto sou. Zito oi xromatistes kourtines, peran tou asprou kai mpez, zito oi xromatistoi tixoi, peran tou nosokomiakou asprou kai ton kitrino-mpez apoxroseon, zito to bollywood, to fagito kai i mousiki tou, zito ta online paixnidia, tipou second life, zito to ksantho me kastanes antavges mali, zito i neomedieaval mousiki, ta gothic/bdsm clubs kai lifestyle genikos, zito ta trapezia xoris karedakia, zito, zito kai zito gia ola.
Pote epitelous tha tous grapseis olous sta arxidia sou kai tha anoikseis ta ftera sou gia prosopiki ikanopoisi ? Vale to daxtilidi, vale to skoulariki, kane to tatoo, kane auto pou thes kai mi dineis simasia se kanenan. Autoi pou pragmatika s'agapane tha einai xaroumenoi mazi sou, pou tha eisai xaroumeni kai ikanopoiimenoi kai de tha tous kaigete karfi an einai koinonika prepon i oxi. Auto aloste theleis ki esi gia autous kai prospatheis, alla de mporeis na ksefigeis apo to ton ipokritriko favlo kiklo.
Pote epitelous tha papseis na tous fovasai? As poun oti theloun. I douleia den einai ntoripi, einai anagki prosopiki i epiviosis. Kai konsomansionou, kai poutana, kai striper kai porn star gine an thes, apo ekei pou "it matters" exeis to elefthero, "he doesn't mind", arkei na eisai happy gia na tous kaneis ki autous happy. Toses kai toses ginaikes trigiro ta katafernoun, me ton enan i ton allo tropo ki an fas porta i aporipsi den egine kai tipota. Proxoras parakato.
Pote tha kinigiseis ta oneira sou? Kanena oneiro den einai xazo, an sou dinei prosmoni kai elpida.

Fuck dammit! Mou tin dinei otan ksekinao allo na po kai allo kataligo na leo :(

Anyways........

P.S. Kali lefteria stin kouniada mou pou auti ti stigmi (i kapou edo telospanton, den gnorizo akrivos kai an egine to vradi opos se emena i eisagogi, i to proi) mpainei sto nosokomeio gia na gennisei. Me to kalo kai enan pono.

P.S.2 Elpizo na kataveis oti auto pou kaneis einai malakia kai na ksipniseis, prin vretheis na stineis kolo gia liga psoroevro, mpas kai katafereis na kerdiseis piso kapoia apo ta xamena. Ego pelon eimai poli kali sto na piano to pote pao na ethisto se kati kai na to kovo maxairi noris, alla sta 160 kila, eimai idi xameni apo xeri, apo ton megalitero ethismo mou. Gambling is not fun, nor a job, it's a serious adiction.

P.S.3 Esi pote tha katalaveis oti opos esi noiazese gia to kalo mou, etsi ki ego noiazomai gia to diko sou? An i zoi kai i eftixia sou kindinevoun apo to varos mou, to idio kindinevei kai i diki mou apo ton anefthino tropo pou paizeis me tin igia sou kai to kapnisma. thes kanena aproidopoiito emfragma na me valei na sinexiso tin oikogeniaki paradosi xirias? Thes na ginoun auta xamena kai ateli san emena kai tin P? San tin mana mou? Oute ego den eimai 20 pia..... Mou zitas na eimai dinati, na vgo apo to kavouki mou gimni kai na perpatiso sto dromo gia xari sas... Gia xari sou... Esi pote tha antimetopiseis mia tosi da velonitsa kai enan giatro gia xari mou?

To buy or not to buy AION?

2009-10-05T09:03:00.003+02:00

Friend has tried to to pursuade me to buy AION online with many ways for a couple of months now.....

His latest tries have finnally started worked out I think.....
I mean, I can't ressist playing against or beside Barack Obama, Rambo or Michael Jackson rofl!

P.S. I've heard Kurt Cobain plays too, maybe I can get Britney Spears?

aaaaxxx ki akoma kala-kala de xeimoniase....

2009-09-19T13:34:00.002+02:00

Welcome sadness, acwardness, lonelyness, too much free time.....
What to do when you're alone in the house from 8-4, blue and there's nothing to really do?
online games? scratsch them out
cooking/baking? I'm already 150kg, don't wanna hit 170....
kniting? no kidding......
downloading, music listening, drawing, reading? well, all of these manage to fill somehow my days.

Kywitt! Kywitt!

2009-09-15T22:04:00.002+02:00

I'm starting to lose it.........
Kywitt! Kywitt! Kywitt! Kywitt!
Caprice's* new album "Kywitt! Kywitt!" is the sountrack to my insanity these days.....

Damn fall........
Damn winter.....
Damn rain.......
Damn fog..........
Damn brain.........
Damn blog!!!!

All i need to enter the asylum now, is to start listening to Dvar* too!

*Caprice = Caprice is a neo-classical ensemble from Russia distinguished by Inna Brejestovskaya’s heavenly voice and acoustic sound (harp, flute, clarinet, violin, cello) with a touch of electronics. The band’s debut album was released in 1996. Probably the best known band’s project is the Elven trilogy – an attempt to show what the music of the parallel world of Faerie sounds like. The first two CDs are music illustrations to JRR Tolkien’s novels, while the third part of the trilogy is sung in the unique language of Laoris. The music the mainly composed by Anton Brejestovski, who also invented: Laoris the language of the faeries used on their Elven trilogy. Their latest album, 2008’s “Kywitt! Kywitt!”, has one track made with the enigmatic band Dvar.

*Dvar =Dvar is a unique electronic project of two people from Moscow, Russia who claim to have heard music in their dreams. The music was presented to them by a strange creature named Dvar. All music of the band is devoted to him and inspired by him. Members of the band claim not to create their own music, but rather being mediums of what they have heard. Lyrics, according to them, are performed in Enochian language. Despite their electronic sound, Dvar are more known as gothic/darkwave artists because of all the hype in the beginning of their career. Listeners of their first work pointed out that terrible things happened to the ones who has listened to their music. Their earlier works are darker and reminding you more of black metal, later works are something like music of fantasy book heroes gone crazy. They are known to have remixed Caprice’s song Walts. They also colaborated on Caprice’s latest album “Kywitt! Kywitt!”, in the bonus track “Fae Fae Fae Fae Fae Fae Fae”.

2009-08-11T23:30:00.003+02:00

Se ligotero apo vdomada diakopes, kai ola einai thola, san na kikloforo stous dromous xoris katholou gialia i fakous. Eimai periergi na do pote tha me xtipisei i isteria tou "den prolavaino, den einai ola etoima, tha ksexaso kati". Den amfivalo oti tha me piasei, to thema einai pote....Kata ta alla kinoume para poli arga sto thema tou apketarismatos, san na exo parei xapia ena pragma, arga, nevrospastika arga, xoris na dino simasia, opote sigoura tha ksexaso polla.
Diavasa ta vivlia tou Twilight mesa se ligotero apo vdomada, ena arketa efxaristo dialima an kai me evale se tholoura kai lithargo opos eipa pio pano. Kalitera na ta krataga gia tis diakopes, alla kati mou leei oti ekei den tha exo tin politelia oute gia na xeso(oxi oti tora tin exo), oxi gia na diavaso vivlia.
"Mama auto", "mama ekeino", " dead moon auto", "dead moon ekeino"......
Can't you just take the kids and go on yourself and let me stay behind, stay here and sleep, sleep for 8 days and night all along, till you get back, pretending that no hour has passed since the time you all walked out that door?

Song corently running through my head :

Stairway to heaven

" your head is humming
and it won't go
in case you don't know
the pipper's calling you to join him"

P.S. Alitheia pos ginete na thes na pethaneis, na ta paratiseis ola kai na figeis, alla tautoxrona na tremeis stin idea na xaseis gia panta autous pou agapas?

song curently playing in my head :

Raven chant

Come on night
Come on moon
Come on winter
And the dead of light
Come on tears
Come on love
Come on cries
In the abode af night
Come on night
Take me home
Come on love
Sing alone
To this Raven chant
Of loss and wore
Raven night
Take me home

arxisa na gernao kai ekso mou.....

2009-07-30T10:54:00.002+02:00

Den eimai pia 17..... eimai 27.
Oxi mono mesa mou alla kai ekso mou. Parolo pou to derma mou den leei na ksefortothei ta spirakia pou den eixa oute sta 17 kala kala, niotho pantou pano mou oti kati exei alaksei, kirios mesa mou.
Eimai se ena stavrodromi kai den ksero an prepei na sinexiso to dromaki pou exo parei gia tin aionia efivia, i na alakso dromaki kai na akolouthiso to dromaki ton enilikon. Auta pou me efxaristousan paliotera den mou kanoun pia oute aisthisi, oi voltes, ta online games, ta efivika mou oneira.... Alla kai pali, oute kai oi pites, ta keik kai to sfouggarisma mou kanoun aisthisi an kai pleon den anagkazo toso ton eafto mou na ta kanei, mou vgainei apo mono tou. Gia auto sou leo oti gerasa. Se 5 xronia tha me deis pou tha tous vazo olous na afisoun kai ta papoutsia ekso apo tin eksoporta. Poios, ego????

Ksero ti tha mou peis.... krisi einai tha perasei, panta pernane. Sinithos vevea oi katathlipseis mou den einai toso mild, eimai genikos anthoropos ton akron kai oi katathlipseis mou einai to idio episodiakes kai akraies me tis ypomaniakes kriseis mou (an kai i alitheia einai oti ta teleftaia 2 xronia exoun ginei ola enas gkri axtarmas, den mporo na katalavo pote eimai etsi kai pote allios, alla kai pali einai klaseis kalitera apo to mastouromeno ston orizonta vlema kai ifos pou xarizoun ta xapia).

Apo mousikis plevras episis fainete kala oti to exo gamisei teleftaios to kefalaki mou. Exoun kairo na paiksoun keltika i xaropa tragoudia sto pc mou an kai kamia fora paizoun oi Locomondo, apaitisi ton paidion kai agapimeno kalokairino theme tou sizigou. Ego tin vgazo 2 vdomades tora me Virgin Black oli mera kai otan akoma den paizoun ekso apo to mialo mou, ekei exoun parousia, ki otan milao, ki otan mageirevo, ki otan m'agkaliazei..... Einai mesa stin kardia mou re paidi mou, mazi me tin melagxolia mou, pane paketo!
Etsi gia allagi m'anagkasa xtes na valo kati ligo pio xalaro, oneiriko kai xaropo kai gia mena alla kai gia xari ton paidion, ligo Trobar de Morte (den ksero an sas tous exo analisei, einai Ispanoi, ntinontai mesaionika, foustania, spathia a la Kamelot ki etsi, aftakia elf, ktl kai paizoun Fairy- Medieval mousiki. Kses, gia magises, neraides, monokerous, mesaionikes prigkipises, stavrofories ktl, mousiki pou tha akouges se mia taverna sto Lord of the rings px, i stous gamous tou Rompen kai tis Mariot) alla sto telos pali to girisa se melagxolika, stous Proyecto Oniric, pou einai melagxolika komatakia se piano. Ti to palevo kai kourazomai anarotiemai....
Se ligotero apo mina diakopes..... pline-siderose-ksanapline-ksanasiderose *on loop*. Elpizo mexri tote na exo ftiaksei kapos, min eimai me moutra stis diakopes. Megalepivolo sxedio fetos.... 6+ ores taksidi sto amaksi me ta paidia. Elpizo na perasoume kala kai na mas filaksei o theos sti diadromi.
Sas afino me mia geri dosi apo Virgin Black sto podcast na kopsete ki eseis tis fleves sas oso tha lipo kai na anafonisete klaigontas "when will my sorrow begin to pale". Mi sas paraplanaei o titlos, DEN einai BLACK METAL, satanistika ktl. to antitheto malista, einai doom, alla kai Christian Metal (nai iparxei ki auti i katigoria pistepse me, den einai oloi satanistes)

" Kala eipa ego etoimi tin ekanes. Esi evales mono tis mpananes apo pano"...........

2009-07-22T23:52:00.005+02:00

Em de ftaiei kanas allos, ftaio ego pou sas edosa kiolas, pou esosa 2 komatares kai anti na tis doso stous anthropous mou, tis xaramisa se sas. Alla perimeneis kalo logo apo pethera?
Gia mas itane, gia na xaroun ta paidia, an perimena ton Karamanli, i kamia alli ipsili prosopikotita (leme tora) tha eixa parei tourta apo to zaxaroplasteio, de tha skotonomoun toso, den eimai xazi na serviro toso xalia emfanisiaka tourta se V.I.P.s Alla mias kai den eixame kanenan V.I.P. ki ego agorasa to etoimo pantespanaki tou theou kai tou ergostasiou apo to super market, agorasa kai 2-3 kremes pattiserie (giati omologo oti an kai 150 kila, sixenomai tis polles santiges, einai san na glifeis zaxarovoutiro, mpliax) kai evala kai tin fantasia mou (anti gia gala stin krema vanilia evala ximo mpananas) kai etoimi i soko-mpanano-tourta.

P.S. Nai to fantazomai oti esi kaneis moni sou pantespani i vazeis savagiar alla ki auta etoima den einai? An einai etsi, na ta ftaxneis ki auta spitika, mas exeis priksei pia. De mas eipes, i kori sou spitiko to kanei to pantespani?

P.S.2 Na sou paei 200 to zaxaro re! stadiala sigxistika pali..........

....."I could be happy the rest of my life with it......."?

2009-07-18T18:45:00.003+02:00

I'm not ok. I woke up from a very strange dream confused and worried.

I was having a watermelon on my arms, holding it like a baby, trying to keep and protected from the others. I was happy with my watermelon, I felt like I could be happy the rest of my life with just holding it, but other people around me, my mom, my sis and the siblings didn't want to hear about this at all. Everyone wanted me to give away that watermelon, everyone stared at me as if i was crazy and tried to persuade me to get rid of it. A couple of times someone (cant recall now, think my mom0 tried to take it from my hands but i resisted. everyone said that it was a big mistake to have that watermelon and it would make me miserable but i didn't want to listen.
i recall at some point, thinking (in my dream) that I love watermelons and the previous watermelons i held on my hands made me happy and complited me and despite what others say, I'm gonna keep this watermelon safe no matter what.

Now the first think that comes to my mind is that watermelon=baby. The whole picture fits very well with this picture, but the irony is that in real life, in all 3 cases, i was the one who automatically felt angry and miserable and wanted to get rid of my "watermelons" on the first part. I was the one who couldn't accept the babies and everyone told me that i should keep em (actually my son, the first one, the second was not in debate, exept from my mind and the idea that i was on antidepresants the first 2 months until finding out and the baby would be in abnormal shape or condition). The 3rd one was unlucky since the moment it became from non existance to existance and was doomed, but I was tottaly out of discousion of keeping it and finally flipped off right after abortion.

Could this dream really mean that deep down my own "wants" are completely different than my outer "wants" ?
Would I have been happy with my "watermelons" ? Did i do the right thing?
Are they happy?
:/
>:'{

"........Κουράστηκα να προσπαθώ κάθε μέρα να δείξω και να αποδείξω πόσο έξυπνη,καλή,ειλικρινής,έντιμη και ηθική είμαι.Λάθος δικό μου..."

2009-07-15T00:15:00.003+02:00

De ksero giati, alla simera eimai telios skata. Kati to test sto facebook tis proales pou ekana kai me evgale panentelos atalanti/axristi, kati pou voithaei elaxista ton arnitiko egoismo kai tin autoektimisi mou, kati ta nixia tou manikiour pou spasan meta apo 2 mines fasarias kai sintirisis pou omos mou ftiaxnan tin diathesi, kati ta poli prismena podia mou pou me diskolevoun akoma kai na perpatiso i koimitho, to eriksa sto psaksimo dietis kai ksanampika se ena site, gia eating disorders pou empena paliotera kai kateliksa sto parakato post.

Les kai akouei tis skepseis mou i kopelia....

"δεν περίμενα να συγκινηθεί κάποιος απο όσα κατέγραψα ή έστω να κάνει ένα ταξίδι στα παλιά..τα δικά μου ,τα δικά του,τα δικά μας..
Περισσότερο έγραψα για να με ακούσω,να με διαβάσω, να με θυμηθώ, ίσως για μην με ξεχάσω. Πάντα σκεφτόμουν πως όσο πολύ κι αν είναι το περίβλημα,όσο βαρύ κι αν είναι το σώμα που κουβαλώ, αν κάποιος ζύγιζε την καρδούλα μου θα την έβρισκε πιο αδύνατη απο όλες τις λεπτές φιγούρες..
Αν κάποιος μετρούσε τα όνειρα,τις φιλοδοξίες,τα ανυστερόβουλα γέλια, τη δοτικότητα θα μου άνοιγε διάπλατα τις πύλες της δικής του ζωής..Αντ'αυτού έψαχνα πάντα την κερκόπορτα, κάθε πιθανό τρόπο να περνώ απαρατήρητη βαδίζοντας στις μύτες των ποδιών..κλείνοντας τα φώτα,κατεβάζοντας ρολά..Κατα κάποιο τρόπο όμως πάντα είχα εγώ για τους άλλους μια μαρκίζα στο κούτελο που έλεγε ''Ανοίξαμε και σας περιμένουμε, 24 ώρες το 24ωρο ανοικτά''.
Κουράστηκα να προσπαθώ κάθε μέρα να δείξω και να αποδείξω πόσο έξυπνη,καλή,ειλικρινής,έντιμη και ηθική είμαι.Λάθος δικό μου. Αναλαμβάνω πάσα ευθύνη γι' αυτό. Γιατί έπαψα να περιμένω αυτό που πάντα έκανα εγώ. Να με κοιτάζουν οι άνθρωποι στα μάτια.Τι περισσότερο να χρειάζεται κάποιος απο δυο έξυπνα μάτια και ένα γεμάτο χαμόγελο?

Κρύβομαι, δεν θέλω να με κοιτάνε, δεν θέλω να μου λένε πόσο έχασα,πως, θέλω να ασχοληθούν με μένα κι όχι με το λιγότερο χώρο που πιάνει το σώμα μου πλέον στα μάτια τους.Ίσως γιατί τώρα έπεσαν οι άμυνες, νιώθω πιο ευάλωτη,πιο ανυπεράσπιστη. Γιατί το βάρος γύρω μου ήταν ασπίδα.
Παρατηρώ τους ανθρώπους, χαζεύω το πλήθος , το βλέμμα απλανές..πιάνει όσα οι άλλοι προσπερνούν, ένα σκύλο που ψάχνει φαί, ένα ζευγάρι που φιλιέται πεταχτά, ένα τραγούδι γνώριμο παλιό που ξεπηδά απο ένα αυτοκίνητο που τρέχει..και τρέχω κι εγώ ..πηδάω εμπόδια..τρέχω πιο γρήγορα κι απο τον άνεμο για παραπάνω οξυγόνο, για να σταματήσω να σκέφτομαι..να μην με νοιάζει απο που ξεκίνησα και που πάω,αρκεί που θα είμαι εγω εκεί. Για να εκτιμήσω πάλι όσα έθαψα στο λάκκο που εγώ άνοιξα. Γιατί όλα ξεχείλισαν απο το δικό μου ποτήρι, απο το δικό μου νερό. Και τώρα του δίνω μια και το σπάω ..

Τώρα πια ξέρω πως κάθε σοκολάτα νόμιζα πως μου έδινε τη γλύκα και την αγάπη που ήθελα. Κι όταν το περιτύλιγμα έμενε ορφανό έμενα κι εγω μόνη. Κάθε μια παραπάνω τηγανητή πατάτα ήταν το αλάτι της ζωής που ήθελα να έχω.. Κάθε αναψυκτικό ήταν μια θάλασσα που έπνιγε τα βλέμματα των συγγενών, των άγνωστων περαστικών..Έτρωγα για να έχω εφόδια να βγάλω την ημέρα, να αντιμετωπίσω τους ανθρώπους,τα προβλήματα. Έτρωγα για να με επιβραβεύσω για όσα οι άλλοι δεν μου αναγνώριζαν.

Προσπάθησα πάρα πολύ να με πείσω πως δεν έχω κανένα πρόβλημα να είμαι χοντρή.Αλλά δεν τα κατάφερα.Και αλήθεια έκανα κι εγω λάθη. Έπεσα στη λούμπα πως για ότι πάει στραβά έφταιγε το βάρος μου. Έφταιγα κι εγώ γιατί έγινα απαξιωτική και ανασφαλής. Τώρα μαζεύω το παζλ απο την αρχή,κομμάτι κομμάτι , σκέφτομαι πως είναι το τελευταίο καλοκαίρι που θα κάθομαι στην τελευταία ξαπλώστρα πίσω πίσω.Πως θα είναι η τελευταία φορά που θα επεξεργάζομαι 2 ώρες απο την ξαπλώστρα πια διαδρομή να ακολουθήσω μέχρι την θάλασσα ώστε να με κοροιδέψουν οι λιγότεροι. Πως είναι η τελευταία φορά που μπαίνοντας σε ενα μαγαζί για να πάρω ένα δώρο θα μου πει η πωλήτρια στο λεπτό 'συγγνώμη αλλά δεν έχουμε στο νουμερό σας'. Προσπαθώ να σκεφτώ πως είναι η τελευταία φορά που θα πρέπει να ρουφήξω τα σωθικά μου για κλείσει ένα αναθεματισμένο φερμουάρ..

Μέχρι τότε κάθε μπαλάκι του τέννις που θα παίζω θα είναι μια καινούρια προσπάθεια να με μάθω ξανά, να με συνηθίσω, να με φροντίζω.. και τότε κάθε ζουμπουρλός άνθρωπος που θα βρεθεί στο δρόμο μου θα έχει ένα σύμμαχο κι ας μην το μάθει ποτέ..εγω θα μας κοιτώ, θα τους κοιτώ με το πιο άξιο βλέμμα..για ένα πουκάμισο γεμάτο, για ένα πουκάμισο αδειανό..

Τα όνειρα που δεν έχω κάνει ακόμα ζωή μου θέλουν εκδίκηση.Αυτό λέω με κάθε πρωινό τσιγάρο. Ο Ελύτης έλεγε πως είναι νωρίς ακόμη στον κόσμο αυτό..δεν έχουν εξημερωθεί τα τέρατα. Έτσι κι εγώ όπως κι εσείς , εξαφανίζω τα τέρατα , με ξετσαλακώνω σκοντάφτοντας ακόμα αλλά αυτός ο δρόμος έχει φως στην άκρη και το βήμα είναι σταθερό όσο κι αν με τρομάζει το σκοτάδι..
Δεν είναι σκοπός μου να φανώ μελοδραματική, αλλά κάθε ένας έχει το δικαίωμα να αποτυπώνει τη σκέψη του μέ το δικό του μοναδικό τρόπο. Έτσι ξεφεύγω εγω απο το πριν ..αυτή είναι η δική μου αλήθεια..
fei"

Ave sadness...... (part 2, my sadness)

2009-07-14T10:38:00.003+02:00

Den einai oti exo ksexasei to blogging. Apo tin mia vevea fetos den eixa kai den exo akoma poli xrono na spataliso se skepseis, poso mallon se xrono na tis katagrapso kapou opos to blog, einai kai alla. Tora katalavaino tin aderfi mou pou tis diavaza krifa pou kai pou to imerologio otan itan mikri.
Mporei to blog kai i oli theoria tou na einai oti grafo ena imerologio kai to stelno se mpoukali sti blogosfaira kai opoios to diavasei to diavase, alla den einai akrivos etsi. Mporei na mas diavazoun 2-3 i kai 213 alloi taksideftes sto cyberspace kai auto na min mas enoxlei katholou, isa isa na mas eksitarei kiolas, san autous pou anavoun pio poli stin idea oti tous vlepoun otan kanoun sex se dimosious xorous. Mporei omos anamesa stous 213 autous na iparxei o enas pou den tha thelame me tipota na diavasei kati tetoio, tis pio krifes mas epithimies, tis stenaxories mas, tis kakies mas, ta apothimena mas kai na mathei pragmata pou den prepei. Tha theles as poume na anakalipseis oti o pateras sou mpike sto blog sou kai diavase tin leptomeri katagrafi ton seksoualikon sou? i na mpei i koliti sou kata tixi kai apo ta simfrazomena na katalavei pia eisai kai na mathei tin erotiki istoria pou exeis edo kai kairo me ton kalo tis kai epidi skas kai prepei na minei mistiko gia na min tin pligoseis vgazeis ta esopsixa sou se merika pixel?
Genikos teleftaios niotho oti fimonomai akoma kai sto diadiktio. Sto Facebook exo tis kouniades mou stin lista, ksaderfes tou antra mou kai genikos sogia kai den mporo na ekfrasto katholou, oute mia plaka me files mou den mporo na kano. Tis proalles, edixnan se mena kai ton antra mou kati gkomenika sxolia pou eixe grapsei mia ksaderfi tous kai tin thavane. Aisthanthika asxima kai aisthanika to censorship na triponei sto facebook gia mena. Terma ta seksoualika anekdota me files kai filous. Terma ta sexoualika testakia.
Edo, kana dio anonimoi me exoun fimosei edo kai mines kai opote grafo, grafo malakies, legontas mesa mou auta pou thelo na po, fantasionontas oti ta exo pei.

Fetos itan mia sxetika mapa xronia..... an kai..........
..... Fetos esvisa kai ena apo ta oneira i an thes mia grami apo to "want to do/live/expirience in my lifetime" kai malista 2 fores.
Oi empiries kai ta sxolia? De peira kan xampari.......
Na einai isos to oti den kapnizo kai oso ki an peira ton kapno mesa den to ekana (mallon) sosta, na einai oti exo parei antikathliptika, iremistika, agxolitika kai alla sxetika xapakia me to koutali, akoma kai se 3sies-4sies posotites apo tin imerisia dosi kai den eida treli diafora, na einai o somatotipos mou kai na xriazomai 4-5 tsigarilikia gia na me piasei, ti na po.
Ekei pou o kalos mou kiliotan kai ksernage sto patoma, ego apo zilia katevaza monoroufi ti vodka mpas kai nioso zaladitsa kai oute kan auto den me epiane.

Ara.........

Na methiso, na gino lioma/xoma/skoni V
Na kano agrio trelo sex V
Na filiso ginaika V
Na pao se sex shop/strip club/consomasion club V/V/V
Na vro to allo mou miso V
Na pantrefto V
Na kano paidia V
Na kapniso xorto V
Na exo tin diki mou douleia
Na eimai kiriarxos tou eaftou mou
Na eimai aneksartiti
Na.........
Na.........
.....................................................................

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeexooo dromo akoma...............

Ave sadness......

2009-07-04T01:52:00.003+02:00

Another sleepless night *or better* a night that I dread to sleep and I sit on my pc listening some of my favourite dark, mournful melodies, as the wind and the lightnings bring the rain storm closer...

my choice for today? Virgin Black

Virgin Black is an australian gothic doom metal band.

Formed in Adelaide, Australia in 1995, Virgin Black’s line-up features

Rowan London (vocals, piano, keyboards),

Samantha Escarbe (lead guitar, cello),

Grayh (bass),

Luke Faz (drums).

After series of demo recordings in 1995/1996, the group began gaining international recognition with 1998’s “Trance” EP, eventually signing with The End Records a year later.

Boasting a complex, cinematic sound, both gothic and metallic in nature, their debut album “Sombre Romantic” followed in 2000 and saw their core line-up augmented by choirs and string sections in the studio, the better to embellish their grandiose mood metal.

The second album “Elegant…and Dying” is creating a sad, epic but romantic sound. The extremely emotional arrangements are further enhanced by Rowan London’s unique mournful yet poetic singing style. The songs are presented with numerous angles and at times coming out as soundtrack scores, at others as classical compositions or even as subtle weeping lullabies that make the music as dynamic as it is dark and passionate!

On March 10, 2006, The End Records announced in a press release that Virgin Black will be releasing three albums. The trio of albums is collectively titled Requiem. First, “Requiem - Pianissimo” is a strictly classically-oriented album featuring instrumentation from the Adelaide Symphony Orchestra, choral singing, and solo singers. Second, “Requiem - Mezzo Forte” will build on the styles Virgin Black used in their previous albums. Lastly, “Requiem-Fortissimo” will also feature a classical influence; but it will primarily have a death/doom metal sound heavier than anything else Virgin Black had ever played before this point in their history.

The centerpiece album, “Requiem - Mezzo Forte”, was released in May 2007, coinciding with a show at the Elements of Rock festival in Switzerland followed by “Requiem - Fortissimo” in 2008. The last in the series “Requiem - Pianissimo” will be released in 2009.

of the wand and the moon

2009-06-27T00:14:00.004+02:00

Of the wand and the moon ....

Of The Wand & The Moon is the creative live and recorded music works of musician Kim Larsen from Denmark and various guest contributors.

After irreconcilable differences with his previous musical project, Saturnus, Larsen began writing music of a different vein, similar in style to his neofolk influences but very different than the doom metal he had previously created.

In 1999, the debut :Of The Wand & The Moon: album was released, entitled Nighttime Nightrhymes. Characterized by folk songs with themes ranging from expressions of love, loss, joy and ancestral Germanic paganism, the album was interspersed with experimental dark ambient pieces and tribal drumming. The album marked a new entry for Denmark in a new wave of Germanic post-industrial folk projects alongside contemporaries such as Forseti and Sonne Hagal.

2001 saw the release of a second :Of The Wand & The Moon: release entitled :Emptiness:Emptiness:Emptiness:, with refined production and a continued but expanded sound from previous work, the album further cemented the reputation of the project. A live version of :Of The Wand & The Moon: also debuted in 2001, beginning a long series of shows over the next few years.

our podcast for today.....

She With Whom Compar'd The Alpes Are Vallies

Of the Wand And The Moon
[Adapted from Sir Philip Sidneys: "The Countesse of pembrokes arcadia (1598)"]

I wish to fire the trees af all these forrest
I give the Sunne a last farewell each evening
I curse the fidling finders out of Musicke
With envie i doo hate the loftie mountains
And with despite despise the humble vallies
I doo detest night, evening, day, and morning

For she, whose parts maintainde a perfect musique
Whose beawties shin'de more then the blushing morning
Who much did passe in state the stately mountains
In straightnes past the Cedars of the forest
Hath cast me wretch into eternally evening
By taking her two Sunnes from these darke vallies

Curse to my selfe my prayers is, the morning
My fire is more, then can be made with forrests
My state more base, then are the basest vallies
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening
Shamed I hate my selfe in sight of mountaines
And stoppe mine ears, lest I growe mad with Musicke

For she, with whorm compar'd, the Alpes are vallies
She, whose lest word brings from the spheares their musique
At whose approach the Sunne rase in the evening
Who, where she went, bare in her forhead morning
Is gone, is gone from these our spolyed forrests
Turning to desarts our best pastur'de mountaines

[Adapted from Sir Philip Sidneys: "The Countesse of pembrokes arcadia (1598)"]

Nightmare journal, page one, 12/6/09

2009-06-12T06:19:00.003+02:00

Exoume kai leme....
Kathe enas diarkei peripou 30-40 lepta
metra, apo tis 11misi-1misi=zesti, idrotas, keno, mouxla kai o 1
1misi -2misi=1 geros
2misi -3misi= klama, pikra, arnisi ipnou
3misi-6:10 (pou einai to ksipnitiri tou mpampa) = 4-5
6:10-7:00 (pou einai to diko mas ksipnitiri gia to sxoleio) =1

sinolo : 7-8

Den ksero an esi antexeis 7-8 efialtes mesa se mia nixta, ego pantos ilikrina den to antexo.

Eimai komatia, poli kourasmeni, koutseno (auto giati den mporo na to katalavo mias kai "tipika" oi mies mou ksekourastikan) kai poli mperdemeni. Exo kanei salata to programa ton paidion 100 fores auti ti vdomada kai oloi me ironevontai otan tous leo na min vasizontai se mena giati ksexnao. Eisai mikri, ti na poume emeis oi megaloi, an apo tora ti tha ginei sta 65 sou, pou to xeis to mialo sou......
Thelo na do esi pos tha eisoun agapiti pethera an eixes dei to thanato tou kathe paidiou sou xorista mesa se mia nixta, simperilamvanomenou kai tou petherou mou i na agnoeite kapoio opos o Alex px.....
Tha ithela na do poso mialo tha eixes gia mpaleta, giortes, gamous kai vaftisia.
Ego den exo, exo anagki ipno.......
Oxi!!! oxi ipno!! otidipote ektos apo ipno......
Den tha to antekso
:(

Oh how I'd loved to never sleep again....

2009-06-12T02:23:00.003+02:00

Den thelo na ksanakoimitho pote ksana. Thelo na meino ksipnia, mexri na lipothimiso apo tin kourasi, tetoia kourazsi, pou tha me kratisei teza gia ores, toso teza pou oute gia na oneirefto den tha exo dinameis......
Giati varethika na sikonomai mes sti nixta kai na tsekaro ta paidia........
Varethika na prepei na sigourefto......
Varethika na psaxno mes sti nixta apodikseis...... oti einai zontana kai asfali......
den antexo allo......

Kai mias kai telionoun ta sxoleia, ora gia ena parti me kid's pop... psemata, me LOLI POP!

2009-06-04T10:33:00.004+02:00

Zouzounia, mazoo & the zoo, kimon and his gang, ktl, ktl, an nomizete oti einai ilithioi ekei sto star (paliotera) kai sto alter (pleon) eiste gelasmenoi!

Exei P-O-L-I X-E-I-R-O-T-E-R-A!!!
Ame!
Parte gia paradigma ti Loli Pop mousiki skini, ekei opou polla lefta alazoun xeria kai se kanei na anarotiese... e ti sto diaolo pinoun ekei pera?!!??!!?! Ti sto diaolo kapnizoun ekei pera?!!!?!?!

BerryZ Koubou (Berryz Koubou) is a Japanese pop group, Hello! Project (Hello! Project) unit with 7 members. Formed in 2004 by producer and musician Tsunku. The group originally started with 8 Hello! Project Kids, but Maiha Ishimura (石村舞波) left the group in October 2005. Their ages range from 15 to 17 of which Risako Sugaya (菅谷梨沙子) is the youngest and Saki Shimizu (清水佐紀) the oldest member.
To date Berryz Koubou have released four albums plus two mini-albums, one best album and 19 singles. They also did 3 stage plays: Gekiharo 1, 3 and 5. Besides, five members have taken the leading roles in some movies that featured Hello! Project members.

℃-ute is made up of the remaining members of Hello! Project Kids that were not a part of Berryz Koubou (BerryZ Koubou) and Arihara Kanna from the Hello! Project Eggs.

Before their official debut, they released four indies singles only available in Japan. They also sung the theme song for the Nintendo DS game “Densetsu no Stafi 4”. ℃-ute’s debut single “Sakura Chirari” (桜チラリ) was released February 21st 2007 and reached #5 on the Oricon weekly charts.

The members of ℃-ute are:

Yajima Maimi (矢島舞美, leader), Umeda Erika (梅田えりか), Hagiwara Mai (萩原舞), Suzuki Airi (鈴木愛理), Nakajima Saki (中島早貴), Okai Chisato (岡井千聖), Arihara Kanna (有原栞菜, added in January 2006).
Murakami Megumi (村上愛) left the group on November 3, 2006.

Kira☆Pika (きら☆ぴか) is a Hello! Project unit consisting of Kusumi Koharu and Hagiwara Mai. Their first single “Hana wo Pu~n / Futari wa NS” released on August 1, 2007.

Group : C-ute
Song : polla thes, de ksero japaneese

Group : C-ute
Song : see above :p

Group : Kira pika
Song hana wo puun

Group : .::Loli☆Pop::.
Song : Futari wa NS

Ta xapia mou.... ligi sovari mousiki parakalo....

2009-05-26T13:38:00.000+02:00

Fuck, fuck! F U C K ! ! !

wife VS in laws, episode 123456789123456789....

2009-05-23T18:20:00.004+02:00

As usual, a day at in-laws ended up in an almost boxing fight if I hadn't learned from my mistakes up to now. I mean, yeah i have lernt something but it's not easy to not jump up and try to defend yourself when you've beeing attacked. I know far better than anyone else that I'm simply light years away from what THEY wanted for their son, they don't forget to tell me in regular basis with this or the other way, nor the mom they've wanted for their grandkids, but I can not smile inside on the thought that it's not their decision and I am the perfect for him as he wants me to be (well, still far away from "the perfect", but every other woman on the universe is light years farer to "the best for him" than I am).
His sister is getting married next Summer, they have started to make the first arangements now, as they're going to be married in his hometown, at the other side of greece. the fight somewhat started when my in law noted that I have to go to the gym again and lose some 50 kg fro the wedding and I have to be beautiful to make a "good impression" to his fammily (and continiued that "I shouldn't have been lazy this year and drop gym and regain everything back and should have worked hard and not "pretend" to work out", but that was useless as Iwas already watching a red cloth beeing shaken in front of my eyes.)
I have been attacked again a few days ago for another subject, as my swetheart's bigger sister is having issues in her marriage and they tried to "defend her" on her brother when he started telling truths by attacking me. For them, she is "exausted, running up and down to deal with kids and their homework, birthday parties and free time subjects and her husband is not helping her at all, beeing all day to work." My husband attacked by saying that it's a mother's job, she is no different than all the others and she should just be patient, just as I do. They attacked me, by saying that "I am not working as she does and I have all day long for my self to just be lazy at home, doing nothing." He defended me a little by saying that he is working all day and sleep when home and I'm litteraly all day alone or runing up and down for kid's errands on myself with no help, on foot, as I have no driver's licence yet ( had lessons and passed the test so far). He droped it there because it was clear that their little martyr is having a hard time and no other woman is suffering like her. Hubby didn't want to "ignite" my anger as I have become really predictable by now.She made her choises. She decided to have a third child, not because she wanted it, but because she wanted no transfer to a school 500km away. She had a plan and she went with it. You harvest what you seed.

Anyway, back from the flashback. I defended myself bysaying that's it has nothing to do with me, stating that the "groom" was not marrying me, and I was no "relative" to "spoil" their fammily's good picture. That must have hurted a little. I mean you tell me in a way that I am not a "relative", blood-line member and in may I agree, making clear that you make me feel not welcome. He made his choices, he met and loved A. and chose her as his life partner, to spend the rest of his life and so did my husband. I am his choice, whatever they think of me, they didn't choose me, he did. He must have found something to me and he is grabed to me like he is. He has the ok from me to play and fool around if he wants, we have very "strange limits" on that part of the relationship, but he always rejected and turned to me. Whatever, fat, ugly, bad-burned-died hair or hair on the chin or moles, he would adore and decide to keep even those moles if he had to choose. So why am I hurted again? It's not that I don't know they don't like me.
It's propably that they still don't get it, whatever nasty commends they make about me, or criticize me, it's not gonna help neither me or their son. Criticizing a below zero self-confident and low esteemed bipolar, borderline personality person with bulimia and strong self destructive attitude, is like telling suicidal how worthless he is and how good the world would be with his absence. They're giving me the gun full loaded and expect me to starve to death to be a supermodel, instead of just shooting my stomach. Am I silly to wonder what to do with the gun and how to become a supermodel with a gun or am I missing something?

Our life has become generally better, I have burried my dreams and hopes and have quite ajusted to the expectations of a housewife and mother, each year better. But I can't give up my nightmares, nor my fears of losing my beloved husband and kids, and I'm way too exausted emotionaly and intelectually. I have been in an auto-pilot ofr a long time now, trying to fit the program, the role, to be better, to make em happy. I think I deserve a little breakdown alone. won't bother hubby. Have learn't to deal with it alone now. He doesn't understand it either way, nor belives it.

Father-in-law was quite annoyed by me too, keep having my nails done by a proffesional, a waste of money he said, counting how much I'd spend in a monthly and yearly basis. Well, mister, what your 2 beloved daugthers spend a month together, don't come close to what I've spended a year so far, the last 8 years, so it's time to fix myself, spend some money for me, fix my hair, fix my nails, fix my eyes and my health, have some new cloths and purses and shoes, I have every fucking right to do so, I've never been a burden for them financially, even was a damn cheep bride, I mean VERY cheap, not cheap as cheap= low costy, but CHEAP, let them do whatever, buy whatever, arange whatever, when other brides accept no less than a 6 months sallary wedding dress. and exotic summer flowers on a snowy winter day.

But of course they're gonna keep on criticizing and digging my self-esteem's grave, because they are aware of nothing, neither my nightmare problems, neither my psycological problems, exept what they are suspicious of, but I think they imagine less than 20% of what my situation is.
Maybe it's better, or they'd do whatever possible to make him leave me, "for the sake of our children"

Encore Une Fois.......

2009-05-05T11:04:00.000+02:00

Encore Une Fois

Plz hug me till I sleep, shob don't let them get me.....

2009-04-29T12:44:00.004+02:00

.......or in my situation, don't let me sleep, don't let me see it all again.......

I think I'm gonna start the pills again, as what I described is not my little boy or girl but my little girly self. Even if I don't cry "help me mommy" it's still extremely humiliating to drag my husband from the pc, crying and begging him to come to bed because " I can't sleep alone again " or more acurately " I'm afraid to sleep".
Back on August, when this period of endless nightmares lasted almost 3 months, I was quite hard, solid, had some strength in me for around 2 months, but eventually broke down. I somehow worked that out without meds, but the rest of the months passed quite slowly, in a form of hybernation, too much sleep (dreamless thank God), too much food and quite much alcohol for the usual me (well, didn't get to addiction, but have consumed more than 15 bottles of retsina or wine, 1 bottle of baileys and one of amaretto in a period of around 6 months all by myself. Well I usually dont get past 5 bottles per year in special ocasions). Did I mention lack of sex drive? Yeah add that too.
Don't get me wrong, it was a fairly good winter, not much crying, screaming (howling actually), no cutting, no self harming actions (if you exclude the huge amounts of food), i can say i was in a mild moody period for the whole winter.
But a nightmare is enough to get me cuddled up on my husband like a scared 5 year old child, beging him to put me to bed, stroke me and promise me that everythings is going to be alright till I sleep. The first time he got scared. The next couple of times he got annoyed and after that worried.
Deep down I know that this is not something new, it's my deepest fears of losing the people i love the most, him and my children, although i have to admit that so far I have seen no nightmare involving my husband. It always has to do with the children. Child gets striked by electricity, falls from the window (that f*king window is gonna send me to the clinic some day, gonna build it all way up, brick by brick with my own hands if that's what it takes ), child gets killed by passing cars, children's school falls down be earthquake, etc. You get the point. It's clear and loud. Something is going to happend and I'm gonna lose you and I'm afraid of that.
It's silly because some years ago I was strongly thinking of exiting life myself and leave everyone behind, giving them up, losing them, yet now I'm terrified by the idea of losing them.
Guess I've really grown up at last. *Thinking about last night*. Or maybe not.

One good point that things are not going very well is also the point that after a long period, I've starte thinking in english, when it comes to myself, talk to me in english inside my head and find it hard to concentrated or simply cant get that word in greek, no way when it's so simple. I did that a lot when I was in depression mode, as I was taking notes on my fictional blog on my head all day, to "get things out of my head" :/

Gonna get a nap, hope a dreamless one.

The miracle of universe, the miracle of life........

2009-04-26T22:33:00.004+02:00

I don't know if it's the music I have on, or is it the usual me again, but

times like this, I wonder, "oh God, did those really magnificently beautiful creatures came out of me?"

Are they mine?

I never really sit down and think of the miracle I have expirienced so far, the miracle of having little suns, with little hands and little feet, with little smiles, and little eyes and little teeth.

Actually no, they're not little suns, they're little moons, floating around me, circling and circling all day and I am the sun, that gives them light and gravity to float and light my universe.

What ever I may say from time to time, I adore you.

My sky would simply have no sun, if the two of you would for some reason stop beeing around me.

Gamimena modela, gamimeno status.....

2009-04-14T08:56:00.003+02:00

Exo ena megalo provlima autes tis meres, ena POLI megalo provlima.

Den ksero an eimai ego telika i pigi tou kakou i apla enas apo tous pollous paragontes, alla niotho animpori na kano kati, mias kai oles mou oi prospathies exoun pesei sto keno.
Peripou mia vdomada prin (tetarti) i kori mou me to pou sxolase, pige sti mama mou kai perase tin mera tis ekei. Auto simainei eleftheri prosvasi se glikakia, skatoules kai sokolatakia opou kai ekane kataxrisi sigoura pragmata. To vradi opos itan fisiko ekane emeto. Tin malosa arketa entona giati den itan i proti fora pou simvainei kai tha eprepe pia na kserei pote arxizei na "stomaxiazei". Ektote, to mono pou exei faei einai mia fratzola tsoureki pou tis ekane i alli giagia kai tis eipe oti einai igiino. 1 fratzola tsoureki se 5 meres!!!
Ego apo mikri eimoun ena xontro paidi kai i mama mou eixe panta tin tasi na mpoukonei. Apo tin alli plevra, i oikogeneia tou antra mou, eixan san vasiki oikogeniaki arxi ton athlitismo kai ta "igiina" opote kanoun kathimerini katixisi gia tin igiini diatrofi kai tin askisi sta paidia mou. Opos katalavaineis, i kori mou einai stin mesi kai lamvanei antikrouomena minimata, apo tin mia to "fae paidi mou, fae na megaloseis" kai apo tin alli to "prepei na tros ligo kai igiina gia na min gineis san tin mama sou" (o megalos fovos tous, les kai tha ithela pote na ipoferei, otan tha gelaei olo to sxoleio mazi tis opos ekanan me emena).
Exei emfanisei apo poli mikri anoreksikes taseis (px otan den thelei na faei kati se 2-3 mpoukies exei anagouliasei kai sfragizei to stoma) kai panta thimone o antras mou otan tou ipodiknia kapoies taseis legontas oti eimai ipervoliki, i oti to leo giati thelo na tin taiso ki allo, tora omos kai o idios exei pelagosei kai to vlepei kathara afou i mikri arneite peismatika na faei i na piei akoma kai to gala, giati tha "gouliasei kai tha kanei emetouli". Simera to proi me sovares apiles tin katafera na piei to 1/3 tou potiriou gala. Os pou tha paei auto? Anisixo. De thelo to moro mou na ginei anoreksiko, kaxektiko skiaxtro, de thelo to moro mou na ipoferei. Ama megalosei de prokeite na mporo na voithiso s'auto giati tha einai idi poli arga, ekeini tha einai eniliki kai de tha mporo na kano kati gia tin diki tis zoi giati tha kanei moni tis tis epiloges tis. San mitera exo idi apotixei, exei parei lathos vaseis (i kalitera katholou vaseis) s'auto to thema kai idi apo 3 xronon ferete voulimika-anoreksika.
Giati kaneis den m'akouei otan tous fonazo kai tous malono gia to ti kanoune? Les ego na min ksero pos einai na ferese voulimika i anoreksika? Isa isa epidi eimai xonntri, ksero apo proto xeri poli kalitera apo tis gimnastries kouniades mou ti simainei voulimia, exo faei kila pagoto, me daxtilo sto lariggi san kataliksi, kati pou aftes to kanan mono sta theoritika mathimata tis gimnastikis akadimias.
Fisika den vgazo tin oura mou apekso. Eimai se sinexi apopeira dieteas ta teleftaia 9 xronia, i se voulimika ksespasmata kai thrino sta ediamesa (pou kratan kai 1 kai 2 xronia akoma) kai sigoura den itan kai ta kalitera mathimata pou edosa stin kori mou.
:(
Ti na kano.......

....and the forests will echo with laughter.....

2009-04-11T08:01:00.001+02:00

Tune of the day ringing in my head :

Stairway to heaven

Led Zeppelin

Theres a lady whos sure
All that glitters is gold
And shes buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and shes buying a stairway to heaven.

Theres a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook
Theres a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

Theres a feeling I get
When I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And its whispered that soon
If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If theres a bustle in your hedgerow
Dont be alarmed now,
Its just a spring clean for the may queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
Theres still time to change the road youre on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it wont go
In case you dont know,
The pipers calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And shes buying a stairway to heaven

Paok, paok paokaaara mou....

2009-04-08T16:10:00.002+02:00

E den anteksa allo simera, ligisa. Me eixe priksei dld kai pio poli to agorasa epidi varethika tin gkrinia, alla i alitheia einai oti to efxaristithika. i xara tou den perigrafete.
Pernousame kathe mera apo to magazi tis viotexnias me ta paplomata, ta sentonia kai tis kouvertes kai kathe fora gkriniaze oti ithele to paloma tou PAOK. Exei megalosei vlepeis, einai deftera dimotikou, den thelei to moroudistiko tou disney pia, de mporei na ferei kana filo sto spiti kai an tou diksei to paploma disney, tha ton koroidevan (ase pou thelei na kalesei sto spiti kai.... to prosopo, pos tha tis kanei magkia me to whinnie to arkoudaki oeo? :D )

"Pare tin tsanta sou kai astin dipla sto krevati sou" tou eipa otan mpikame kai kala adiafora. "Kala" mou eipe. Meta pou mpike sto domatio akouo ena "WOW PAOK! NAI!" kai ton eida na xoropidaei pano sto krevati san trampolino olo xara. E, i xara tou aksize ton kopo, anti na to paro to semptemvri mia kai kali, petao apo tora to disney kai mazevo tou paok.

Variemai.......

2009-03-24T19:19:00.001+02:00

Ki epidi variemai.........

Na me ti tha pnikso tin variemara mou simera.

ΥΛΙΚΑ για μακρόστενη φόρμα 23 εκ. (αν θέλετε να το φτιάξετε στην κλασική φόρμα του κέικ με την τρύπα, κάντε διπλή δόση)

150γρ βούτυρο μαλακωμένο
150γρ ζάχαρη κρυσταλλική
2 αυγά
ξύσμα ενός λεμονιού
150γρ αλεύρι που φουσκώνει μόνο του, κοσκινισμένο
4 κουτ. σούπας γάλα
2 κουτ σούπας άχνη ζάχαρη
χυμός από ένα λεμόνι

ΕΚΤΕΛΕΣΗ

Προθερμάνετε το φούρνο στους 180 C.
Χτυπήστε καλά το βούτυρο με τη ζάχαρη μέχρι να αφρατέψουν.
Προσθέστε σταδιακά ένα ένα τα αβγά.
Έπειτα, προσθέστε το ξύσμα λεμονιού και το αλεύρι κοσκινισμένο. Ανακατέψτε 3-4 κουτάλια γάλα, μέχρι το μείγμα να γίνει παχύρρευστο.
Βάλτε το μείγμα σε μια βουτυρωμένη φόρμα 23 εκ και ψήστε για περίπου 40 λεπτά ή μέχρι να βγαίνει καθαρό το μαχαίρι.
Όσο είναι το κέικ ακόμη ζεστό, προετοιμάστε το ‘σιρόπι’: ανακατέψτε την άχνη με το λεμόνι μέχρι να διαλυθεί τελείως. Με ένα καλαμάκι από σουβλάκι, ή ένα λεπτό μαχαίρι, τρυπίστε το κέικ παντού και μετά με το κουτάλι χύστε το σιρόπι να πάει παντού.
Απολαύστε το σκέτο ή με μια σπιτική κρέμα ζαχαροπλαστικής.

Favourite comercials..... condom song!!!!!

2009-03-17T00:22:00.001+02:00

Ever told you how much I love bollywood?
one of the reasons why......

P.s. my favourite one is the blue one :p

2009-03-10T11:17:00.003+02:00

Se proigoumeno post egrafa gia to "pote epitelous tha paso na eimai o malakas" ....
Telika mallon den prokeite sintoma, kathoti proerxomai apo genia malakon ek pepoithiseos (kai malista mazoxes malakes) kai einai adinaton na katapolemiseis ta gonidia sou.

S' auto to post tha gino skliri kai isos adiki me kapoious, alla eimai etoimi na ekrago, pio thimomeni me ton eauto mou para mazi tous, pou san malakas kai pali prospatho na tous anoikso ta matia kai na tous valo mialo, giati kapoioi alloi tous vlepoun san malakes kai tous ekmetalevontai ki ego den antexo tin adikia kai tin ekmetalefsi, idika se atoma pou agapo, alla mallon kapoioi den to ektimane i den mporoun na katalavoun ta kinitra mou pou pano apo ola to kano gia autous, oxi gia na vgo ego apo pano opos isos nomizoune.

Trexte loipon, san malakes, gia na min xasete to kelepouri apo to koloxori, to 16xrono pou "kai kala" tha erthei na minei stin poli giati den mporei na pigenoerxete gia to likeio pou exei graftei edo( To likeio stin Aridaia pou einai dipla den tis arese.... eprepe an erthei edo katalaves....).
Trexte na tis valete kainourgia epipla kouzinas, kainourgia plakakia, na ksanavapsete tous toixous pou ego kai o sintrofos mou meta apo piesi kai fasaria, vapsame me ta xeria mas, lerothikame, skonistikame, kourastikame, prospathontas na xoresoume tis apaitiseis sas sto kathimerino oikogeniako programa mas viastika, giati "autoi viazontousan". Tora, 1 mina meta pou oute metakomisan oute tipota, den tous aresei kai theloun na to ksanavapsoun kai na alaksoun patomata, eno otan to eidan eipan ok kai petane kai spontes gia "allo diamerisma".....

Trexte na plirosete, xreothite perissotero apo osa noikia tha pernate gia enan xrono pou tha kathotan, pano apo tin pio IN kafeteria tis polis, pou kai vromikia tha noikiazotan, gkarsoniera pano apo tin pio in kafeteria tis polis se 1 vdomada to poli. Giati, nomizeis to 16xrono pou tha rthei apo to xorio, me tous ktinotrofous goneis, me ta katsikia kai ta provata thelei xlida edo kai kainourgia kouzina, les kai tha mageirevei.... Gia na vrei malaka na tiliksei na figei apo to koloxori erxete re!!!!!! Les kai thelei na minei ekei na armegei kai na ksepsiriazei auti ta provata......
Kai den einai to oti theloun na kanoun tis alages pou me eknevrizei perissotero apo ola. Einai to gegonos oti tous eipan oi dikoi mou pante ekei kai ekei kai parte ta kai peraste ta eseis, ego den anakatevomai mono doste mou logariasmo kai autoi psaxnontai kai allou gia ntoulapia kai plakakia, theloun autoi na ta dialeksoun. Pou akoustike peste mou oi ipotithemenoi enikiastes(giati akoma oute simvolaio ipograpsan oute tipota, sto flou to kratane 3 mines sxedon tora) na dilaegoun vrises, ntoulapia, plakakia ktl gia ena spiti autoi? Ego ksero oti auta einai tou spitiou kai ta kanonizei o idioktitis, tha mou pei auti oti den tis aresei to plakaki pou tha tis valo kai thelei pio akrivo? AUTI tha mou kanei koumanto sto SPITI MOU?!?!?! Sto diko mou toulaxiston OXI!
Sto diko mou, tha kano oti thelo, auto einai, ama sas aresei, an oxi, geia sas kai xara sas. Alla auto den einai diko mou, einai tis aderfis mou, opote an thelei auti na piastei koroido, ego den mporo na kano tipota parapano apo to na to vouloso kai na tin afiso na kremastei moni tis.
. kai -

Ai sextir pia!!!!!

Mou ftanei to agxos mou gia avrio, mou ftanei i fasaria, pou prepei an diaktinisto pali 2-3 fores gia na mporeso na kanoniso ta paidia, pou KANENAS pali den ta krataei, oute paei na ta parei kai prepei mesa se misi ora na exo perpatisei 2 km, pigene-ela kai na vro kapoion na katsei mazi tous gia kana 20lepto mexri na doso kai meta an trexo pali na prolavo.

1000 fores na pao an meino se alli poli moni mou, olomonaxi, na vro tin isixia mou, para auto.
Na me gemizoun enoxes kai tipseis, na me trexoun se oikogeniakes sigkentroseis me 39 pireto, etoimi na patho nevriko klonismo, na mou apagorevoun na oneirevomai, na mou apagorevoun na ziso, kai otan tous xriazomai oloi na tin kanoun me elafra.

on access scan......

2009-03-05T18:54:00.003+02:00

Telika vrika to enoxo scriptaki pou xtipouse oli mera san palavo ton sinagermo tou avast kathe fora pou prospathousa na mpo sto blog mou...........

:(

As elpisoume na min iparksoun provlimata

I'm sleeping in your haaaaaaaaaaand

2009-03-04T13:35:00.001+02:00

Sleeping In Your Hand

Now just let me sleep, I don't want to talk
I have nothing nice to say, I'm just sleeping in your hand

Don't wake me up to soon, I don't want to see the world
I need to be no-one, all I want is just to be

We can be so strange, we can be so wild
Even when we love, even when we lie

Here be conscious of my love, please be...
Be conscious of my love

Please just let me float, nothing matters less than time
My thoughts are so remote, your hand is open wide...

We can be so strange, we can be so wild
Even when we love, even when we lie

Yes, we can be so strange, we can be so wild
Even when we touch, even when we die

I'm sleeping in your hand, I'm sleeping in your hand
I'm sleeping in your hand, I'm sleeping in your hand
I'm sleeping in your hand

Sleeping in your hand, sleeping in your hand
Sleeping in your hand, sleeping in your hand

You'll be conscious of my love
Be conscious of my love

MEGA PROSVOLI!!!!!

2009-03-04T10:21:00.002+02:00

Tin Tetarti (oxi avrio) dino gia to diploma kai elpizo na to paro. Ta teleftaia mathimata einai kirios mpourou-mpourou kai malakies, kathos prospathei na mou kanei ti zoi diskoli, vazontas me se platitses, stenakia ktl.
I simerini sizitisi loipon, eixe san "arxiko" thema tin Petroula. Asxeto, alla to pos stinontai oloi, MA OLOI, sa kseligomenoi stin tv kathe fora pou vgainei to ksekolo tsouli kai leei tis malakies tis zouzounizontas de mporo na katalavo( kleinei i parenthesi). De ksero an to exo anaferei, alla apo oti mou exoun pei o daskalos mou einai poliiiiiiiiiiiiiiii gkomenakias, alla eftixos ego de kindinevo os konti, xontri kai asximi (:P )
Exontas parei arketo tharos mazi tou mias kai exei parei ki autos arketo teleftaios (den fimizomai gia ton pseftopouritaniko-ipokritiko xaraktira mou, to antitheto malista) kai tou eipa sta isia oti tous theoro aksiolipitous osous glifontai mporsta stin tiliorasi me tin petroula kai theoro pio aksioprepes na pareis ena DVDaki tou xorou kai na peraseis pio efxarista tin ora sou. Kai kala "den tou aresei to skliro" kai i fantasia orgiazei me to misontimeno ktl ktl...... De mpika ston kopo na antikrouso giati ekrina oti tha ginomoun poli evaloti ki ego kai o sintrofos mou se koutsompolia kathoti i poli einai kai mikri.
Poia einai i megali prosvoli tou title? TOLMISE na mou pei oti i petroula ta exei megala ta vizia, toulaxiston 100 (leei) kai otan tolmisa na ton antikrouso kai na tou eksigiso oti exei apla "kalo soutien" kai den einai oute 85, mou to girise.... e kala ego den ksero, ego psoniza otan eimoun pio neos ktl.......
E pigena girevontas.......
100 kala, kala oute ego de forao (95D gia tin akrivia alla den ithela na eimai kai poli perigrafiki i na tou doso aera) kai tolmise na mou pei oti to diko mou DEN einai megalo kai einai MIKROTERO apo tis Petroulas. OOOOOOOOO!!!!!! Prosvoliiiiiiiii!!!!!!
Me etroge na tou po gia to profil sto zoo pou exei kanei o sintrofos mou os ginaika me fotografia ta.....boobs mou kai gia to ti spam saliarika sxolia exoume parei, alla kratithika, eipame, den thelo na ginoume evalotoi, einai kai parasoi, tha mas milan meta oi gries.......

Tespa.......
Tha prospathiso na "xamiloso" ligo profil, an kai sigoura deeeeeee to sozo pia.
Akous ekei mou einai mikra!!!!!!!!
MIKRO EINAI TO MATI SOU!!!!!!!
Apla kai to giro giro einai poli megalo kai den mporeis na to ektimiseis sosta.......
ai mi me kaneis na anevaso ki edo fotografia kai to kanoume telios tsonta to blog.....

A kai repeat after me......
DEN eimai anasfalis......
den eimai anasfalis......
den eimai anasfalis.........
den eimai anasfalis........
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apla prosvlithika vre aderfe.......
Dld an len emas me to 95D mikrous ti tha lene ta B?

(Gia osous DEN kseroun apo noumera, ena soutien to ksexorizoun 2 noumera, to 70+ pou exei na kanei me to poso kala efarmozei sti plati kai to A+ pou exei na kanei me to mpalonaki. To 95B kai to 95D exoun megaaaaaaaaaaaaali diafora opos kai ta 80B kai 80DD :P 80b opos leme i mpakalisa kai 80DD opos leme Pamela Anderson )

3 AM........

2009-03-02T03:00:00.000+02:00

3 AM.........
at exactly 3 am........
:)

Liv Kristine
3 AM

I can find no sleep - I never sleep at night
I stop counting sheep - I can see their eyes

And the lights will shine (all night) tonight
And the lights will shine tonight

A fly's been watching me - some (a million) dogs arrive
Some will cover me - some choose to bite

Then I will come to life - I can guarantee that
I will come to life

Won't you come with me - I can ease your mind
Dreams, thoughts, fantasies keep rushing by

I can find no sleep - I never sleep at night
All those pretty sheep sit mesmerized

Then I will come to life - I can guarantee that
I will come to life

Pote epitelous tha papso na eimai MALAKAS oeo?

2009-02-24T11:01:00.004+02:00

Alitheia pote?

Kai kala, pes oti ego eimai malakas kai autofortonomai, (eimai kai gnosti mazoxoula), ton allon pos ta kataferno kai ton fortono telika xoris na ftaiei de mporo na katalavo. Pou den exei kamia ipoxreosi o anthropos, alla dexete auta pou tou fortono gia na eimai ego psixologika kala, giati tha paiksoume enoxiko polemo sto soi pali. (katexoume doctorato s'auto oikogeniakos).

Pote epitelous tha papso na eimai malakas oeo?
Pote epitelous tha matho na leo oxi oeo?
Pote epitelosu tha papso na stino kolo oeo? (ektos apo ekei pou prepei enoeite)
Pote epitelous tha papsou na min patao tin mpananoflouda tou fortomatos ton enoxon oeo????
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Kai pos katafernoun panta ma PANTA na ipovathmizoun tis anagkes kai ta oneira mou kai na megenthinoun toso poli ta asimanta mikro-thelo tous se isaksia tou nerou anagki? Ki ego xonomai tromagmeni se ena mikro koutaki mizerias 50x50, prospatho na xoreso ta 150 mou kila kai kataligo na koitao apo ekei tromokratimeni kai thimomeni me ton eafto mou pou tolmisa na oneirefto, pou tolmisa na pothiso, pou tolmisa i akardi egoistria na epixiriso na prakso ena toso asimanto thelo opos to na diloso se seminario tou oaed, i na doso ena viografiko, i na rotiso se ena magazi gia tin thesi tis ipalilou, i piga ston odontiatro meta apo 2misi mines ponodontou, i na ksekiniso mathimata odigisis, ego i arxiegoistria pou koitao mono ton eaftouli mou!!!
Kai travaei mallia, manikia, oti mporei na graposei o kaimenos o sintrofos na me vgalei apo mesa, alla ego de thelo na vgo, giati se ligo tha prepei pali na ksanaxotho, giati eipame, ego eimai arxiegoistaros kai tha thelo na ziso, kai tha thelo na papso na eimai malakas, alla auto de tous simferei giati tha xasoun ton malaka.

Alla kati mou leei oti i mera pou tha to metaniosoun tha rthei, alla tote tha einai poli arga.......
Para poli arga......
Alla kai pali tha eimai i arxiegoistria........
Giati tha paratiso sizigo, spiti kai paidia, tha rikso to samari mou kai tha figo trexontas se alli gi, s'alla meri, tha thisiaso autous pou agapao pio poli eite gia an ziso, eite gia na apeleftherotho kai meta i tha me vrizoun, tha me lene arxiegoistaro pali, i tha klaine, alla tha einai arga giati i deftera parousia tha einai makria.........

I'm quite tired of my life........

2009-02-17T07:37:00.003+02:00

......and I mean it. Every morning when I turn off the alarm clock I want to turn side and sleep for the rest of the day, hell, week. I'm weak. I've picked only one (1, yes one) subject of mine and I have failed in every other everyday activity, leaving pile of dirty dishes rotting on the sink, untide cloths scattered all over my room and piles and piles of dirty ones waiting to be washed. Is this what a true housewife would do? Yeah I am lucky I dont have to work and stay at home all day, but I'd loved for someone else to try and live a housewife's life. Boring, misserable, empty. Wish I could pretend sick and stay home to rest but hell, that's my working place and none allows a housewife to rest, even with fever I'd have to run around and do stuff because that's a housewife's life.

2009-02-13T23:57:00.000+02:00

And that is damn true.......

Couldn't decide if I wanted to make it a Valentine's day celebration or a Wedding aniversary celebration (although I usually prefer the second this time Valentine's day is at a weekend so more time to actually spend with spouse and "celebrate" our love and relationship).
Wedding aniversary falls in middle of the week, on a high program of "go get kid #x from school and drop kid #z to y lessons, then , almost half hour later leave again to start picking them up till it's time to drop em in w lessons again " :( Life of a parent isn't that easy.

8 years together. People say relationships are stronger on the begining, were Cupid does his part, but our relationship got way better after the first 4 years, after the addition of kids in our lives. We got problems, we had jealousy, we had fights and tears, we had our bad moments like evry couple, but we had managed to carry on, more united than ever.

You may laugh about it sweety, but you ARE a miracle in my life.

love V.

MY valentine's card......

2009-02-13T22:24:00.004+02:00

You're there for me

when fever is high,

when I want to be alone and cry,

when I'm feeling weak

when tears run down my cheek

when I'm feeling so lost

when I can't handle the cost

when I feel wasted and tired

when I need to be admired

when I need a push to go on

when I need strength to be strong

you're the best that has happent to me

and everyone is able to see

that I'm the luckiest person in the world

coz you're here for me

Politik kills........

2009-02-09T12:19:00.001+02:00

:(
Exactly Manu :(
Exactly......

Politik Kills
Manu Chao
politik kills x9
politik need votes
politik needs your mind
politik needs human beings
politik need lies

thats what my friend is an evidence
politik is violence
what my friend is a evidence
politik is violence

politik kills x6

politik use drugs
politik use bombs
politik need torpedoes
politik needs blood
thats what my friend is an evidence politik is violence
what my friend is a evidence politik is violence

politik need force politik need cries
politik need ignorance politik need lies

politik kills x9

politik kills politik kills
politik kills politik kills

politik need force
poltik need cries
politik need ignorance
politik need lies

politik need force
politik need cries
politik need ignorance
politik need lies

politik kills x4

I'm not a wannabe driver, I'm a future waste can executioner.......

2009-02-02T14:46:00.002+02:00

oh yes baby.........
That's what I am.
My darling was propably right in his tries of preventing me from doing this.
I am not made for this.
I'm not gonna pass my exams.
Still it's a funny experience to try out.

On the 7th lesson today......
No trash can were harmed during the proccess.
:p

Braveheart...........

2009-01-25T20:20:00.002+02:00

Signomi, alla ki ego stin thesi tou to idio tha ekana....
Stin thesi kai ton dio vasika to idio tha ekana.
Ante kai gamisou, vres allo malaka na paiksei edo mesa, ego etsi DE PAIZO.

Kai tetoia lisa to plithos re paidi mou....... gia mia stigmi nomiza oti o Skordas tha anevei pano kai tha plakothei sto ksilo me tous opadous.

signomi, alla auto de mou fainetai na exei kali kataliksi.....
elpizo na exei "anaimakti" kataliksi pantos sto telos tou imixronou.

Is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried....

2009-01-18T20:14:00.006+02:00

I am a caterpillar. I sit on my tree leaf and eat all day, waiting for the right time to transform.

You don't want a caterpillar. You wanted a butterfly. But buterflies aren't cheap. Butterflies are expensive and dificult to get one and to hold. You chose to get a caterpillar which is cheap and common and get it to become your very own, personal butterfly. So I watch, sit, eat and wait. So you wait. And wait. And wait.
You forbid me from having driving lessons, lasser eye surgery, tatoos and piercing or to enter the butterfly's world, to "protect me from dissapointment." You taught me to sit and wait for all my dreams to come true after my transformation. You have plans for your butterfly. You write down what you're gonna do when you get her, but you're starting to grow impatient with all that waiting.
I'm a caterpillar, one day to be a butterfly. Who say's I'm gonna surely be one? A flying bird can easily have a good lunch with me at any given momment. Any momment can be my last one, yet you forbid me to live my dreams now. I may never get the chance to sit on a tiger lilly or smell the roses.
I'm tired of waiting. I know I've failed you and I'll never be a butterfly with blue and purple wings and I want to try and climb on those flower's leaves but you still forbid me to.
I CANT BE A BUTTERFLY. I have seen it years ago. When will you finally sit down and open your eyes and see it yourself?
You say you love the butterfly in me, you see it and belive in it. I say you see the reflection of your own expectations about me. You say you've never wanted a butterfly, you've always wanted the best smile from me, the dreams I wouldn't dare to have, as my everyday routine and just sitting back and watching me flying around the flowers in your garden, would be more than enough to keep you happy for a lifetime.

Let me climb that fucking flower bench and if I have to break my neck, let me die trying. Life is passing us all by and it won't allow breaks. You even do things now, or die regretting for things not done. Let me die as a content caterpillar please.

"...... Got me running girl as fast as I can and
Is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried.

Got a pretty, pretty garden, pretty garden, yes.
Got me a pretty, pretty garden, a pretty garden, yes.
Got me a pretty, pretty garden, a pretty garden "

butterfly

Tori Amos

I'm a baaaaad moon, aka, I am in paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.....

2009-01-17T12:57:00.003+02:00

Apo tin pempti me xtipise kai xeiroterevei kathe mera( kala na patheis pes, mou ithels kai retsines stis giortes). Ponaaaao. Fisika o allos vrike efkairia. " Apo to fai einai, mi fas oli mera kai tha sou perasei". Yeah you tell me about it......

Exo monimos ena maxairi karfomeno stin plati mou kai mia tripa sto stomaxi mou. Nomizo oti an me koitakseis, tha mporeis na deis mesa apo tin tripa san ta cartoon. Ekana akoma ena search simera sto internet kai ta apotelesmata me paraksenepsan ligo....
Ta simptomata mou tairiazoun san fotografia me to elkos dodekadaktilou, para me tin gastritida pou apo ta 15 mou me talaiporei (i auto pou theorise gastritida tote o oikogeniakos giatros kai sinestise dieta, les kai de to kserame oti xriazomai. Pou ksereis mporei na tou itan diskolo na pei sti mama enos 15xronou gia elkos, na tin fovisei oti exo zaxarodi diaviti omos den eixe provlima kai me etrexe kathe mina gia ena 6mino gia eksetaseis i alli kai ta skage san vlakas).

Ta entona gramata parakato einai eite simiomena apo ta arthra, i simionoun ta simptomata pou talaiporoun emena. merika exoun kai sxolia mou se parentheseis.

"Συμπτωματολογία
Κύριο σύμπτωμα του τυπικού έλκους είναι ο πόνος ο οποίος συνήθως εντοπίζεται στο άνω μέρος της κοιλίας (στο επιγάστριο). Ο πόνος είναι τόσο εντοπισμένος που ο ασθενής μπορεί να δείξει που πονάει με το ένα δάκτυλό του.

Σπανιότερα ο πόνος μπορεί να είναι διάχυτος και να επεκτείνεται προς την πλάτη ή το στήθος.
Στο δωδεκαδακτυλικό έλκος ο πόνος τείνει να εμφανίζεται στα διαστήματα μεταξύ των γευμάτων (πόνος εκ πείνας) και χαρακτηριστικά υποχωρεί με την λήψη τροφής. Επίσης χαρακτηριστικό είναι κατά την νύχτα, επειδή ο χρόνος μεταξύ νυκτερινού και πρωινού γεύματος είναι μεγάλος, ο πόνος ξυπνάει τον ασθενή τις πρώτες πρωινές ώρες που το στομάχι, στο διάστημα αυτό, είναι άδειο.
Συχνά ο πόνος εμφανίζεται περιοδικά και μερικοί ασθενείς αναφέρουν ετήσιες υποτροπές των ενοχλημάτων τους ορισμένες εποχές του έτους και ιδιαίτερα την άνοιξη και το φθινόπωρο.
Ο πόνος του έλκους του στομάχου είναι πιο ακανόνιστος σε χαρακτήρες και εμφανίζεται συνήθως περίπου μια ώρα μετά το γεύμα.
Όχι σπάνια, ασθενείς με ελκοπάθεια δεν αισθάνονται καθόλου πόνο ή ο πόνος είναι τόσο αμβληχρός και ήπιος που δεν παραπονιούνται γι' αυτόν αλλά για δευτερεύοντα συμπτώματα."

Pigi :http://www.iatronet.gr/article.asp?art_id=832

"Τα κυριότερα σημεία και συμπτώματα είναι τα εξής:

Πόνος ή αίσθημα καύσου στο επιγάστριο (είναι το άνω και μέσο τμήμα της κοιλιάς, κάτω από το τέλος του στέρνου, εκεί που τελειώνει η ξιφοειδής απόφυση). Ο πόνος μπορεί να βελτιώνεται μετά από το φαγητό αλλά επανέρχεται μετά από μερικές ώρες ή κατά τη διάρκεια της νύκτας
Ο επιγαστρικός πόνος του έλκους του στομαχιού μπορεί να χειροτερεύει με το γεύμα ή να εκδηλώνεται και όταν το στομάχι είναι γεμάτο (2 με 3 ώρες μετά από το γεύμα)
Ο επιγαστρικός πόνος του έλκους του δωδεκαδάκτυλου ανακουφίζεται με το φαγητό αλλά επανεμφανίζεται μετά και σε αρκετές περιπτώσεις ξυπνά τον ασθενή το βράδυ
Αλλαγές στην όρεξη με απώλεια ή με αύξηση βάρους
Ναυτία ή εμετός

Δυσπεψία με δημιουργία αυξημένων αερίων στον πεπτικό σωλήνα και μετεωρισμό "

Pigi : http://www.medlook.net/article.asp?item_id=417

Ποια είναι τα συμπτώματα του έλκους;

Το κύριο σύμπτωμα του έλκους είναι ο πόνος, ο οποίος συνήθως υποχωρεί, εάν φάμε κάτι, εάν πιούμε γάλα ή πάρουμε αντιόξινα φάρμακα, όπως maalox, simeco, aludrox κ.λπ.(prosopiko sxolio : katevazo pano apo 1,5 litro gala tin imera moni mou gia auto to logo). Αλλα συμπτώματα της νόσου είναι:

Πόνος που αφυπνίζει τον ασθενή.
Εμετός που ανακουφίζει τον ασθενή από τα συμπτώματα. (pros. sxol. exo ginei expert s'auto)
Δυσπεψία
Απώλεια βάρους (pros. sxol. kala tha tan )

Το έλκος του δωδεκαδακτύλου έχει περιοδικότητα, δηλαδή εξάρσεις. Οι εποχές του χρόνου κατά τις οποίες συνήθως παρουσιάζει έξαρση το νόσημα είναι το φθινόπωρο και η άνοιξη. Το φαινόμενο αυτό δεν έχει εξηγηθεί, ονομάζεται όμως μεγάλη περιοδικότητα του έλκους.

Pigi : http://health.in.gr/Article.asp?ArticleId=18707&CurrentTopId=18661&IssueTitle=%CD%EF%F3%DE%EC%E1%F4%E1

PROSEXETE TI TROTE KAI TI PINETE KAI FILATE TO SOMA SAS GIATI EINAI TO MEGALITERO VIVLIARIO KATATHESEON POU MPOREITE NA EXETE.

shhhhhhh..... I'm sleeping.....

2009-01-15T10:25:00.002+02:00

Eimai se xeimeria narki ton teleftaio kairo........
Pao ta paidia sxoleio, girizo, vazo ksipnitiri, koimamai, ksipnao, mageirevo, ta pairno apo to sxoleio kai ksanakoimamai, afinontas ton mpampa na kanonisei ta eksosxolika.
Sinithos latrevo to xionei alla exo ftasei na leo pia ftanei! Exo ksepagiasei, pote epitelous tha piasoune kana 15ri sto thermometro?

Tis proales, petixa ena terastio karfi xomeno sti mpriza (eftixos stin "nekri" mpriza mas) kai mou edose ena akoma terastio plano senarion gia efialtes. Ksereis, ti mikri (giati auti to ekane sigoura) psimeni, nerki sto patoma, me malia sikomena, ktl ktl.... Etsi oi 5 oritses nixterinou upnou ginan akoma pio talaiporimenes.

Exo mpleksei kai me ti metakomisi ton epiplon kai to souloupoma tou diamerismatos tis giagias kai me xalaei poli. I mama mou den antexei na asxolithei afou tis vgike i iperkoposi kai sxedon klatare kai parolo pou den eimai ego o klironomos alla i aderfi mou, os kali aderfi prepei na voithiso ki ego mias kai auti den ta katafernei s'auta (ki ego tha ikiopoiitho ta perissotera epipla opote vgaino i kerdismeni)

Iparxei kai enas logos pou me kanei xaroumeni omos kai anipomoni sto na figei to krio kai na "ksepagosoun " ta panta.
Apofasisa pos tha ksodepso tin klironomia mou. Exo idi dosei ta gialakia mou gia alagi fakon, exo parei kai ena deftero zevgari kai to mono pou perimeno einai na figei ligo to krio gia na ksekiniso ta mathimata odigisis (den eimai vlakas na matho pos frenaroun pano sti pagopista).O sizigos mou katafere na me kratisei gia poli kairo makria apo auto to oneiro alla den akouo kanenan kai tipota pia s'auto.
Ego prosopika thelo ena smartaki, mono gia mena kai gia psonia-sxoleio-kl doulitses, afou exoume kai to 1400ri, theoro pos 2 kanonika aftokinita einai megalo eksodo, ripansi 9nai eimai kai oikologa tromara mou), fasaria sto parking ktl, alla o antras mou epimenei oti ena ftino 1400ri einai kalitero mias kai tha eimai monimos me ta paidia kai argotera de tha xorame. Your opinion?

Agapi mou ti fai na ftiakso avrio?

2009-01-08T16:18:00.002+02:00

-Ax agapi mou telio to mosxari sou
- Efxaristo kalo mou. De mou les ti fai na ftiakso avrio?
-A de ksero, des ligi tileorasi na paraeis kamia idea.
*.......................................
-Agapi mou? na ftiakso mpinte sti gastra avrio?
- ?!?!?!? Oxi vre moro mou to paraxesame tis giortes kai tha mas pesei ligo vari, tiganise kalitera kana plakaki

*Misaoro parakolouthisis tileorasis opou giname martires (stin kirioleksia) tis theikis atakas tis Laidi Antzi, to " A to ksereis pos troo kai eidi igiinis?!" sin ton xrono pou xriastike na papsoume na kiliomaste sto patoma klaigontas apo ta gelia.

Bye bye 2008, welcome 2009

2009-01-01T20:52:00.001+02:00

Happy new year :)
me 2/3 flouria (to 3 para trixa klemeno apo ton sizigo), ta pragmata deixnou oti mporei fetos na pame "kala" gia mena kai ton sintrofo mou.
Who knows, maybe this year we will find happyness.

:'(

2008-12-20T13:05:00.001+02:00

:'(

Kai den prolavame oute ta kalanta na sou poume. Thimamai otan eimastan mikra, evaze i mama to ksipnitiri stis 5 para gia na sikothoume noris kai na sou poume ta kalanta prin pas stin ekklisia, tin paramoni ton xristougennon. Thimamai ta paramithia pou mou eleges otan mou exones me to zori to koutali me ti fasolada kai tis fakies ki ego epitides den tin etroga sti mama, gia na "me katafereis" esi me ta paramithia sou.
Antio Giagia.
O theos na s'anapausei. Tha s'agapame panta,

Bale fotia kai kapsta ola.......

2008-12-19T16:40:00.002+02:00

Meres san ki autes, ligo prin taxristougenna, to pasxa, giortes, meres pou oi noikokires plenoun kai katharizoun ta panta ghia na einai lampiko kai giortina gia tis eortastikes meres, eimai skata. Skata, skata sou leo. Giati exo ena megalo psixologiko provlima. Eimai apo tous anthropous pou i den petane tipota, i petane ta panta. Me pianei mia mavri apelpisia kathe fora pou simazevo gia giortes kai prospatho na kano auto to stavlo anthropino. Etsi mou rxete ores ores na ta maso ola stin taratsa kai na tous valo fotia! Fisika to provlima den eimai mono ego, makari na eimoun mono ego. To gamoto einai oti olo katigoro kai den mou aresei, alla distixos den einai aples katigories alla pikres alithies tis perissoteres fores kai me paraksenevei kai thlivei to gegonos oti mono ego anoigo tamatia mou kai vlepo ta psixologika provlimata tou eautou mou kai oi idioi oi pasxontes oute vlepoun, oute akoun, oute kai theloun na akousoun otan prospatheis na tous to peis. I mama mou gia paradigma.
Orfani apo ta 10 tis, megalose ftoxika kai sterimena me ti giagia mou kai tin theia mou kai exase ta kalitera tis xronia etsi, mexri ta 35 tis pou pantreftike. Os eleftheri den ipirxan ta perisevoumena lefta gia na exei foremata, papoutsia, tsantes kai lousa kai auti, os i mikri kori, forage panta "deftero xeri" ta lousa tis thias mou (pou simioteon kalopantreftike sxetika noris) kai den vaarene ti giagia mou gia poli, an kai pali ta lefta den perissevane kai forage deftero xeri tis aderfis tis. Meta ton gamo, o mpampas mou, enas stratiotikos, tsigkounis kai teras pitharxias tin eixe souza, oute lousa, oute perita eksoda... Den mporese pali na kalipsei ta sinaisthimatika kena tis me psonia kai antikeimena. To palepse vevea me krifa "emvasmata" apo ti giagia, alla panta den itan arketo na tis ikanopoiisei ta kena.
Meta, otan i zoi ekane kiklo kai emeina ego orfani sta 10 mou, den ipirxe kanenas na tin sigkratisei kai etsi arxise na ksesalonei. Stin arxi den ipirxe provlima giati itan apolita katanoito to na thelei na petaksei ta epipla mas, ta pragmata mas sxedon ola kai na ta agorasei apo tin arxi. Ego mporei na ithela na pino akoma to gala mou stin koupa tou kafe tou, giati tha me ekane na niotho oti itan akoma konta mou, alla ekeini eixe anagki na ta ksefortothei ola afou tin ponousan. Me ta xronia, epidi den ipirxe kanenas na tis valei oria, ksesalose olo kai pio poli. Eksoda, eksoda, eksoda. Gia na katalaveis ti enoo, auta ta xaritomena xristougeniatika karouzel, spitakia, dentrakia, ktl diakosmitika, exei pano apo 40 sto spiti tis kai agorazei stantar kathe xrono 6-7 kainourgia.
Giati sta leo ola auta? Tha sou po giati.... Gia xronia den eixe kapoio sigkekrimeno skopo, apla prospathouse na reustopoiisei ta akinita gia na exei cash kai apotelione to cash pou me kopo mazepse o mpampas mou sto strato. Gia xronia psonize diafora tixea apo telemarketing ktl, alles fores epikentronotyan se proionta adinatismatos (formes, skoularikia, zones, ktl) kai alles se diafora alla. Me tin anakoinosi tis egkimosinis mou omos mpike ena panentelos neo plaisio sto mialo tis. Na ftiakso neo spiti kai na exo ta panta. Kiriolektika. To idio kai to mikro(edo pio kiriolektika de ginete). Oso ki an gkriniaksa, den katafera na mi fortotho 3 diples kouvertes kai 2 paplomata, 7 mpournouzia, xoria oi petsetes mpaniou, 5-6 trapezomantila kai kamia 40ria petses prosopou (alles toses gia ta piata)!
Katalavaineis oti me to pou mpikame spiti, thelame kai mia gkarsoniera gia apothiki. Exo tosa, ma TOSA polla pragmata pou me pianei apelpisia stin idea oti zo edo mesa. Apelpisia kai enoxes, kathe fora pou pao na petakso kati, enoxes gia ta spatalimena lefta tis. Ta paidia exoun APEIRA rouxa, papoutsia, paixnidia, mplok, set markadorous, set mpogies/kirompogies kai den ektimane tipota. Den ta niothoun, den ta agapane, den ta ektimane, ta petao kai oute kan to siniditopoioune oti lipoune! exoun apeira paixnidia kato apo ta krevatia tous, afou vgazo peripou 1-2 megales sakoules skoupidion me spasmena paixnidia i skismena xartia ti vdomada kato apo ta krevatia tous.
Den antexo allo.
Den einai zoi auti.
Emeis steroumaste kiriolektika auta pou tha mas ekanan xaroumenous, pragmata pou xriazomaste gia na tous paroume kati pou xriazontai otan ssimvainei auto kai mas apokaloun kai tsigkounides, kakous goneis. Eimai "kakia mitera, pou niazete mono gia ton eafto tis, epidi den tous agorazo rouxa, papoutsia i paixnidia". Eimai kakia mitera, pou den exo taktopoiimeno to spiti, giati oi 2 ntoulapes, oi 2 sirtaries gia ta rouxa kai 3 gia ta paixnidia den ftanoun, giati exo kratimeni mia vivliothiki gia ta vivlia ta dika mou kai tou antra mou kai "den petao ta skoupidia mas (dld ta vivlia apo tin vivliothiki pou eipame) gia na valoun ta periodika tous( sfouggarakis, winX, Barbie, ktl).

Vasika tha sou po giati eimai kakia mitera. Eimai ontos. Giati den eimai austiri, den eimai skliri oso prepei kai giati panta proexei na efxaristiso-mi stenaxoriso tous allous.
Kai fisika stenaxoro panta ma panta emena.
Giati etsi kai kano kati pou tha efxaristouse emena, gia ta simantika atoma tis zois mou kai ton perigiro tous (emesa sigkenika) einai lathos kai egoistika kai ginomai automata i kakia kai egokentriki egoistria, kataligontas na katevazo koutia me sokolatakia, klaigontas prokatavolika gia ta kila pou vazo, i xarakonontas ton eafto mou, afou to na ksespaso se fagito kai tha me ikanopoiisei (esto kaig ia ligo) einai apagorevmeno apo ton sizigo kai tha ton disarestouse, opote prepei na vro allo tropo na ksespaso kai na autotimoritho.

(sniff, sniff, *sooob* kai afou oli auti i prospatheia na to vgalo apo mesa mou den apedose, sas afino, pao na klidotho sto mpanio kai na xarakotho diakritika mpas kai nioso tin dikaiosi-litrosi pou exo toso anagki auti ti stigmi.)

What Child is This?

2008-12-17T11:55:00.002+02:00

What Child is This?

Trans-Siberian Orchestra

What child is this
Who laid to rest
That i now find here sleeping?
Do angels keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie bleeding?

Could this be christ the king
Whose every breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of god, this child, the son i once carried?

What child is this
Who is so blessed he changes all tomorrows?
Replacing tears with reborn years
In hearts once dark and hollow

Could this be christ the king
Whose every breath the angels bring?
Could this be the face of god, this child, the son i once carried?

In the dead of the night
As his life slips away
As he reads by the light
Of a star faraway

Holding on
Holding off
Holding out
Holding in

Could you be this old
And have your life just begin?

Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day

Tell me how many times can this story be told
After all of these years it should all sound so old
But it somehow rings true in the back of my mind
As i search for a dream that words can no longer define

Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
And the time
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day

And the time and the years
And the tears and the cost
And the hopes and the dreams
Of each child that is lost
And the whisper of wings
In the cold winter's air
As the snow it comes down
And visions appear everywhere

Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
In the air
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day

In the dead of the night
As his life slips away
As he reads by the light
Of a star faraway

Holding on
Holding off
Holding out
Holding in

Could you be this old
And have your life just begin

Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins
Reading by the light of a lost christmas day
It begins

in Christmas spirit.......

2008-12-15T08:44:00.002+02:00

"xxxxxxxx (1 year ago) says :

I'm going to submit it to my Church for a new Christmas carroll... lovely! And I love sing it at my family reunion these Holedays"

"xxxxxxxxx (1 year ago) says :
Dear God! I'll have to send this to Grandma next Christmas. "

ENJOY

Away because.........

2008-12-09T13:08:00.002+02:00

Apaixo teleftaia.
Giati eimoun poli kairo vithismeni.
Giati ipefera poli kairo tis nixtes.
Giati ta paratisa ola osa m'efxaristousan kai efxaristousan tous allous kai ekana mono ta aparaitita.
Giati einai kairos na asxolitho mazi mou, ta malia mou, to soma mou, ta rouxa mou, tin xara mou.
Giati epitelous teliosan ta vasana me ta dontia kai mporo na fao, alla den prepei.
Giati oso kai na lipamai, oti egine, egine, paei teliose kai o xronos den girizei piso. To na timoro ton eafto mou den prokeite na alaksei ta pragmata.
Giati simfiliothika me tin idea tis apoleias tis giagias. Einai pio nekri para zontani auti ti stigmi kai o thanatos den tha erthei san xamos, alla san litrosi, gia ekeini, gia tin mitera mou, gia olous. Auto pou exo na kano einai na thimamai kai na ektimo tis stigmes pou exo perasei mazi tis, ki oxi na gemizo tin zoi mou me agxos kai fovies.
Giati prepei na asxolitho entatika me ta paidia. Exo dei merika pisogirismata fetos kai de mou aresei auto. Oso ki an den tou aresei, prepei na kopso to oloimero kai na ton analavo, giati exei ginei poli anefhinos, afirimenos kai antidrastikos.

At dentist's.........

2008-12-02T11:21:00.003+02:00

Do you have sexual fantasies with your dentist?
No?
Nor do I.... or do I actually have?
Last night's dream made me feel reaaaaaly uncofortable today on the waiting room, even worse when I sat on the dentist's chair. It must be the fact that the last days he's been working on my dead, empty teeth with no anesthesia, because their dead, so i'm suposed to feel nothing, but I actually jumped up a couple of times. I know who's responsible for that dream. Who else but my husband? His comments about how the dentist's chair really look like a torture chair made me make a whole new connection on my mind that I didn't thought I would.
Naaahhhh, i'm such a dirty mind, i'm pretty sure I'd figure it out, sooner or later too. Blaming someone or something else for my dirty thoughts is just not me.
Maybe its the damn last 6 months psycological or personal problems that maybe made me so vanilla lately. I dont post much, I dont dream much, I dont like much, I dont fuck much, I dont feel much, I dont live much...
I'm constantly runing up and down at the house or playing too much cabal and my mood is reflected to the house. Where is the vanilla scent? Ran out somewhere back on summer. Only smoker's smell on the house, mixed with food stinch.
Last year I had stuff, face creams, eye liner's, hand creams, body lotions.... Now I use nothing, everything's sitting on the basket beeing wasted. i dont take care of my self much, I dont even shower that much. I just run to get kids from school, then run to the ballet lessons to leave little ballerine, then run again to pick her up, then run again for the chess lessons, then run again to pick son up from the chess lessons.....
From one point I did want to become a "common housewife/mother" but I'm starting becoming a desperate one... i overdid it. From the other hand, a mom that listens to metal, ebm and darkwave, having piercing and tatoos and going to conserts in Thessaloniki and/or Athens is NOT a good thing for the kids. Or the fammily. Or even for me.
Well you cant have everyone satisfied. why do i get the feeling that right now, none is?

2008-11-29T18:41:00.002+02:00

Ksepsaxnizontas ntoulapia kai palia pragmata gia petama, vrika parapetameno ena FANTASTIKO vivlio pou mou eixe xarisei o kalos mou to kalokairi sti thalassa to 2003 an thimamai kala, ligo prin kano to lathos ksana opos leei kai to vivlio.

To parakato gnomiko apo to vivlio mou exei ginei moto ta teleftaia 5+ xronia.

"Giati oi anthropoi ksanakanoun paidia? Giati ksexnane. Oxi pote einai oi gonimes meres i na paroun profilaksi, ksexnane ta ksenixtia, to klama, ti vroma, tis panes, tous emetous kai oles autes tis disarestes sinepeies. "
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Πρώτη θέση στον Διαγωνισμό Gourmand-World Cookbook Awards 2002 για το βραβείο Best Children CookBook in Greek και προκρίνεται για τον τελικό νικητή Best in The World που θα διεξαχθεί στις 28 Φεβρουαρίου 2003.
Περισσότερες πληροφορίες θα βρείτε στη σελίδα www.cookbookfair.com.

Μια φορά κι έναν καιρό ήταν μια κοπέλα. Τώρα τι την έπιασε και πήγε κι έγινε μάνα, ο Θεός κι η ψυχή της. Υπάρχει σχετικό τραγούδι για την περίπτωσή της, ο ύμνος της κακομοίρας, η περίφημη Μαίρη Παναγιωταρά του Κηλαηδόνη. Αν τον ξέρεις το σκοπό κι αν σου 'ρχεται με τη μία να το τραγουδήσεις, εσύ είσαι η κοπέλα που κάνει λάθη και τρέχει τώρα και δε φτάνει. Αν δεν το ξέρεις, ή ξύπνια είσαι ή μικρή. Έτσι κι αλλιώς και να μην έχεις πιαστεί κορόιδο μέχρι τώρα, ποτέ δεν είναι αργά. Σε κάθε περίπτωση οι πρώτες βοήθειες που θα χρειαστείς για να επιβιώσεις αφορούν την κουζίνα. Εδώ είμαστε εμείς.

«Καλώς ήρθες στον κόσμο των εργαζόμενων μητέρων. Τη ζωή σου όπως την ήξερες, ξέχνα την. Τα Σάββατα κουβέντα μέχρι το πρωί γιατί αύριο δεν έχουμε δουλειά, ξέχνα τα. "Αφού τσακωθήκαμε, θα πάω δυο μέρες στη μαμά μου και τρέχα να με παρακαλάς", ξέχνα το. Καφές στο κρεβάτι, ξέχνα τον. Σεξ στο σαλόνι, ξέχνα το. (...)
»Θα πιάσεις πολλές φορές τον εαυτό σου να προβληματίζεται πάνω στην ελαστικότητα του χρόνου και γιατί το εικοσιτετράωρο δεν έχει τριάντα ώρες. Θα αναρωτηθείς ένα εκατομμύριο οχτακόσιες ογδόντα δύο φορές τι πήγες κι έκανες. Θα μετανιώσεις τουλάχιστον τόσες φορές όσες θα αναρωτηθείς. Μην το ψάχνεις. Ό,τι έγινε έγινε. Το θέμα τώρα είναι να τη βγάλεις καθαρή. (...)
»Τον οδηγό επιβίωσης τον βαφτίσαμε οδηγό μαγειρικής. Για να σ' αφήσουνε λίγο ήσυχη τη γυναίκα. Υπάρχουν κόλπα και τρικ επιβίωσης, επιστημονικά τεκμηριωμένα και στηριγμένα σε προσωπική εμπειρία και στατιστική επιβεβαίωση. Επειδή η συνωμοτικότητα είναι ο πρώτος κανόνας για να τη βγάλεις καθαρή, τα κεφάλαια παριστάνουν τις συνταγές μαγειρικής. Δεν ξεκουράζεσαι. Διαβάζεις τι καλό, νόστιμο, υγιεινό και πρωτότυπο θα τους μαγειρέψεις αύριο. Η καλή νοικοκυρά είναι εργαζόμενη, λεπτή, ενήμερη, ανταγωνιστική, σέξι, δούλα και κυρά».

A Midwinter Night's Dream.........

2008-11-22T22:42:00.002+02:00

Oh! kai na min to ksexaso..........
To komati tis omeras sto gcast gia simera, kati pou exo katevasei proxtes kai den exo stamatisei na akouo oli mera apo tote....

To neo xriustougeniatiko album tis Loreena McKennitt to A Midwinter Night's Dream

Mou fernei sto nou krio aera, gantakia, skoufo, xiononifades, zesti sokolata kai xouxouliasma ston kanape kato apo tin kouvertitsa, xazevontas ta xromatista fotakia.

Kai i melagxolia paei siinefooooooooooo

Psemata. Mou thimizei kai Praga. Ksero oti niotheis ki esi to idio, alla de tolmas na to peis gia na min me kaneis na melagxoliso.

Panic at the disco! (eerr paidotopo)

2008-11-22T21:33:00.002+02:00

Eimaste pou les se gnosto paidotopo gitonikis polis gia gennethlia simera to apogevma kai ola odevoun oraia. Ta gnosta klamata, ta gnosta "mama o G/N/K/ktl me esmprokse/xtipise/klotsise" ktl pou akougontai kathe ligo kai ligaki stous paidotopous dinoun kai pairnoun. I ora tis tourtas erxete, tralala, tralala, happy birthday to you kai ola ta paidakia strimoxnontai sta trapezia gia to koamti tis tourtas. Oraia os edo. 1o lepta argotera epikratei to xaos. Ta fota svinoun kai o paidotopos vithizete sto skotadi. Apegnosmena "mama" akougontai apo oles tis gonies kai oi frikarismenes manes trexoun me sto skotadi na vroun to paidi tous. I mikri mou, mias kai fovatai to skotadi, den ksekolise apo tin asfaleia tou mpampa (nai pos!) kai tou kinitou tou pou prosefere arketo fos gia na tin kathisixasei. O allos epsaxne mes sto skotadi ta papoutsia tou kai klapsourize pou den ta evriske kai me malone giati den eixe fos ( nai, gia ola ta strava trigiro, gia kapoio logo PANTA ftaio EGO).
Meta apo misi ora trelas kai isteron klamaton, i aitia tis vraxikiklosis vrethike kai ta fota epanilthan kai ta stroumfakia sinexisan na tragoudane "to party exei arxisei, pios tha mas stamatisei, empros min xanete stigmi" alla i alithia einai oti to party teliose tin ora pou mas teliose kai to revma. Pali kala itan :)

Ekpedeftiki tileorasi......

2008-11-10T13:03:00.003+02:00

Ego sinithos den vlepo tis xazoproinadikes tupou mutara/autia i varemenou, ston odontiatro omos simera, logo ponou kai anagkis, den eipa tipota otan sintonisan oi 2-3 papoudes na doune tileorasi. Kamia fora, mathaineis kai kati epikodomitiko pantos.....
Pano stin eidisi pou akousa simera kai egina eksali, 3 pragmata exo na po

Mpravo stous anthropous pou ton epikiriksane, oxi oti tha voithisei tipota auto, alla telika isos kai kati na mas didaksan ta tosa western pou exoun kikloforisei tis perasmenes dekaeties
Ego eperna ta farmaka, ego etrema gia to ti eimoun ikani na kano otan ginomoun eksali, alla esi agapite mou, exeis kerdisei epaksia ton titlo tou psixakia kai xrizis ameso egklismo se kliniki.
Kala mporeis na eisai TOSO gaidouri (signomi gaidouria), kathiki, remali, akardo kai anaisthito ktinos, oste na deseis ena skili me sirmatoskoino xeiropodara kai na to sireis me to amaksi sou apo piso gia xiliometra mexri na tou kaei i gouna kai na pethanei? Se kavlose dld auto gia na katalavo, se eftiakse? Ainte o kathe anikanos mikrotsoutsounos plakonei sta mpounidia kai ta klotsidia athoes kai animpores ginaikoules me autosevasmo kato tou midenos i vgazei ola tou ta vitsia se athoa kai fovitsiarika skilakia tou dromou? Na se do, tha vgaleis tis idies kavles kai se ena doberman? Ena rotweiler?

The inner child........

2008-11-08T14:25:00.003+02:00

Some days like today I just wanna be a small ball, under my warm covers, drink my hot chocolate and wait anxiously for the small colorfull lights in the windows, the snow and the decorated trees.
Some days like today, the small inner child takes over and all it wants to do is draw pictures and read fairytales....
Have I ever told you that some of my all time favourite books is nothing more than the hamble fairytales storybooks. Oh yes. No english, french, greek or american writer can make my heart tumble as much as 3 small pages on Christian Andersen's fairytales book. But my all time favourite story isn't Andersen's. It's one more darker than andersen's usually are, although some of them are holding a special place in my heart.

BTW, I dont know what's with me and fairytales that include death and a more bitter end, maybe I was a goth ever since my youngest years.

Oscar Wilde's Selfish Giant

Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.

It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. "How happy we are here!" they cried to each other.

One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.

"What are you doing here?" he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.

"My own garden is my own garden," said the Giant; "any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself." So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.

TRESPASSERS
WILL BE
PROSECUTED

He was a very selfish Giant.

The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside. "How happy we were there," they said to each other.

Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. "Spring has forgotten this garden," they cried, "so we will live here all the year round." The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. "This is a delightful spot," he said, "we must ask the Hail on a visit." So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.

"I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming," said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; "I hope there will be a change in the weather."

But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. "He is too selfish," she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.

One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. "I believe the Spring has come at last," said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.

What did he see?

He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. "Climb up! little boy," said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the boy was too tiny.

And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. "How selfish I have been!" he said; "now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever." He was really very sorry for what he had done.

So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he did not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. "It is your garden now, little children," said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were going to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.

All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.

"But where is your little companion?" he said: "the boy I put into the tree." The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.

"We don't know," answered the children; "he has gone away."

"You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow," said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.

Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. "How I would like to see him!" he used to say.

Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. "I have many beautiful flowers," he said; "but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all."

One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.

Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.

Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, "Who hath dared to wound thee?" For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.

"Who hath dared to wound thee?" cried the Giant; "tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him."

"Nay!" answered the child; "but these are the wounds of Love."

"Who art thou?" said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.

And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, "You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise."

And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.

THE END.

always trust your instict.....

2008-11-06T07:35:00.002+02:00

And yep, my instic was actually true....
Great 91y old granma is at hospital doing not so well at all......
And how do I find out about it? On a surprise visit with the kids in mom/sister's.... She's there 2 days now and no one told me because " I can't be helpfull, I have kids"......

Tuesday 4th November,11:33 am

2008-11-04T11:19:00.003+02:00

I can't shut my mouth, I have to get it out of me somehow, I can't stand it anymore.
That's what you're here for, dear diary, that's what you were made for at the begining, even though things went *slightly* different.
I'm dressed for a funeral today, feel like going in one today, expecting the time I'll have to go, but don't know who will be. Can't get that thought out of my head, that sting out of my heart. Who is it, who's gonna be harmed, who am I gonna be seeing for the last time.
I keep watching my kids when they enter the school gate, as it is the last time I am seeing them, like a big earthquake is gonna happen and take them away from me.
People say when your instict tells you something, it usually means something. Mine keeps having the alarm on, like "Someone is gonna die, someone is gonna have an accident, someone's gonna get waaay too much untreatable harm", buzzing all the time in my heart, in my head.
My husband belives it's my subconcious convinced that my 91yo granny is on her last days, and tries to prepare me for the least pain. I believe I hit the bottom again and again.

The funny thing is that somehow I feel it's gonna be mine... but I feel not suicidal at all....

Podcast's song for today....

2008-11-04T07:40:00.000+02:00

And today I feel DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWNNN!!!!!!!
:(

Christian Woman
Type O Negative

Forgive her, for she knows not what she does.

A cross upon her bedroom wall
From grace she will fall
An image burning in her mind
And between her thighs

A dying God-man full of pain
When will you cum again

Before him beg to serve or please
On your back or knees
No forgiveness for her sins
Prefers punishment
Would you suffer eternally
Or internally

For her lust
She'll burn in hell
Her soul done medium well
All through mass manual stimulation
Salvation

corpus christi
she needs
corpus christi
corpus christi

corpus christi
she needs
corpus christi
corpus christi

Body of Christ
She needs
The body of Christ
The body of Christ

KALO MHNA!

2008-11-03T13:13:00.002+02:00

Kai arxise episima o agapimenos mou minas......
An kai o kairos den ton thimizei katholou, thimizei kalokairaki, mias kai, an kai eimaste voreia ellada kai koimomaste me paplomatakia, pali kikloforoun ta vourla me ta kontomanika pou kai pou ekso. Distixos ta poulia den ksegelastikan kai tin kopanisan noris noris, ki etsi pelon oute na xeseis de mporeis, fovase mipos ekei pou stinese na katharistyeis sou xothei kamia miga ston kolo. Oti kai na kaneis autes pali mpainoune mesa. Apo xaramades xonontai. Kathe mera o antras mou skotonei toulaixston 10 miges kai einai kai nevrikes. Sou tin peftoun oli tin ora. Sto prosopo, sta aftia, sta malia. Gkavlomenes einai kai theloun na ksegkavlosoun pano sou isos? De gnorizo.
...................................................................................................................................
Kai pera apo ton antiperispasmo........
Nai arxise o agapimenos mou minas. Autos pou tha eixes ta genethlia sou. De ksero akoma possa xronia tha "giortazo" krifa ta pithana sou gennethlia. Fetos pantos an eixes gennithei, kapou sta teli tou mina, tha ginosoun 2 xronon. :(
Exo arxisei na kourazomai na prospoioumai. Pao ta paidia sto sxoleio kai vazo ksanan to ksipnitiri kai pefto gia upno mexri meta tis 10. O sizigos exei arxisei na voithaei ligo me tis douleies kai exoume mia akatastasia pantou, alla toulaxiston kratame ta epipeda igiinis kai den mas vgazei sto skai me tis agglides na mas katharizoun. Oi efialtes apo ta teli Iouliou me talaiporounai monima pia, me exoun kourasei apistefta kai, an kai apo ta mesa septemvriou exoun ginei pio ipoferta ta pragmata, sinexizo na ksipnao 3-4 fores ti nixta kai na koimamai giro sto 4oro kathe vradi. Exso arxisei na klaio poli pio sixna, den mporo na kratitho pia kai oli tin ora zitao aggalitses apo to sizigo, pou katafevgei sto krio xioumor gia na me ftiaksei kapos,pou sinithos omos me pligonei kai kataligo na klaio kai na me parigorei-katigorei oti ta pairno ola poli sovara. Tha ithela na do ta dika sou kefia an evlepes gia ena trimino ola ta agapimena sou prosopa na pethainoun kathimerina, vrikolakes, ton Satana, terata k.o.k.
Sto kapaki vevea ethese kai to veto tis dietas kai tou oti troo poli. De mporo na koimitho,de mporo na iremiso, e ase me toulaxiston na fao!
:(

Einai poli, poli kourastiko ksereis na exeis monimos ena proaisthima oti kapoios tha pethanei, oti kapoios tha pathei kapoio megalo kako.

Happy Halloween

2008-10-31T09:07:00.003+02:00

:)

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

It's not our holliday, but even so, we're so used to it from tv and cinema, it's almost ours anyway too ;p
As one, fascinated (or rather obsessed) with Celtic music, language and culture, i know that his has to do with Celtic feast of the dead. Some reliable info from wiki :

Irish immigrants carried versions of the tradition to North America in the nineteenth century. Other western countries embraced the holiday in the late twentieth century. Halloween is celebrated in several countries of the Western world, most commonly in the United States, Canada, Ireland, Puerto Rico, Japan, New Zealand, United Kingdom, and at times in parts of Australia. In Sweden the All Saints' official holiday takes place on the first Saturday of November.
Halloween has its origins in the ancient Celtic festival known as Samhain (Irish pronunciation: [ˈsˠaunʲ]; from the Old Irish samain).The festival of Samhain is a celebration of the end of the harvest season in Gaelic culture, and is sometimes regarded as the "Celtic New Year".Traditionally, the festival was a time used by the ancient pagans to take stock of supplies and slaughter livestock for winter stores. The ancient Gaels believed that on October 31, now known as Halloween, the boundary between the alive and the deceased dissolved, and the dead become dangerous for the living by causing problems such as sickness or damaged crops. The festivals would frequently involve bonfires, into which bones of slaughtered livestock were thrown. Costumes and masks were also worn at the festivals in an attempt to mimic the evil spirits or placate them.

The term Halloween is shortened from All Hallows' Even (both "even" and "eve" are abbreviations of "evening", but "Halloween" gets its "n" from "even") as it is the eve of "All Hallows' Day", which is now also known as All Saints' Day. It was a day of religious festivities in various northern European Pagan traditions, until Popes Gregory III and Gregory IV moved the old Christian feast of All Saints' Day from May 13 (which had itself been the date of a pagan holiday, the Feast of the Lemures) to November 1. In the ninth century, the Church measured the day as starting at sunset, in accordance with the Florentine calendar. Although All Saints' Day is now considered to occur one day after Halloween, the two holidays were, at that time, celebrated on the same day. Liturgically, the Church traditionally celebrated that day as the Vigil

of All Saints, and, until 1970, a day of fasting as well.
The carved pumpkin, lit by a candle inside, is one of Halloween's most prominent symbols in America, and is commonly called a jack-o'-lantern. Originating in Europe, these lanterns were first carved from a turnip or rutabaga. Believing that the head was the most powerful part of the body containing the spirit and the knowledge, the Celts used the "head" of the vegetable to frighten off any superstitions. The name jack-o'-lantern can be traced back to the Irish legend of Stingy Jack, a greedy, gambling, hard-drinking old farmer. He tricked the devil into climbing a tree and trapped him by carving a cross into the tree trunk. In revenge, the devil placed a curse on Jack, condemning him to forever wander the earth at night with the only light he had: a candle inside of a hollowed turnip. The carving of pumpkins is associated with Halloween in North America, where pumpkins were readily available and much larger, making them easier to carve than turnips. Many families that celebrate Halloween carve a pumpkin into a frightening or comical face and place it on their home's doorstep after dark. In America the tradition of carving pumpkins is known to have preceded the Great Famine period of Irish immigration. The carved pumpkin was originally associated with harvest time in general in America and did not become specifically associated with Halloween until the mid-to-late 19th century.

speaking for many people around : FUCK OFF GREEK GOVERMENT!

2008-10-30T20:10:00.003+02:00

When in all europe, hell, all the world politicians take serious actions to help thew people they have voted them (and propably gonna vote for them again) our do whatever possible to get more and more from us!

In Germany, e.x. I heard somewhere that posponed some taxes for the next 2 years .

In Japan, the news said one of the measure was 600$ to EVERY 4member fammily.

What are we do here?
Add more taxes of course!

There's something strange in your neiborhood... who'd you'll call?

2008-10-23T19:18:00.003+02:00

GHOSTBASTERS!!!!!!!!!

Re paidia den ksero an mporo na to eksigiso allios....
Mesa se 2 meres, exoume kanei format se ena pc, den evlepe me tipota to router kai se klasmata defterolepton apo ti stigmi pou to eide, to allo pc arxise na anigei kai na klinei olomonaxo. Molis to vazeis stin mpriza, autopatiete to koumpaki mono tou. Molis kataferame na to as poume "lisoume" to provlima, kanei mpam i othoni sto proto pc pou legame. Meta ta aparaitita kantilia kai mia daniki othoni gia xtes kathoti agora klisti kai 100% apergia sta magazia, akoma kai periptera eixe klista, as poume oti "lithike" kai ekeino to provlima, simera kanoun update ta vista sto allo pc kai pavei na vlepei to router.
Xano oli mera kinita, xartakia me tilefona kai ta xartakia me ta poiimata ton paidion, xanoun kassetines, pane gia ipno klaigontas kai to proi einai to proto pou vlepo mprosta mou otan mpaino se ena domatio (to xameno gia xtes an tikeimeno).
Kerasaki stin tourta kai olo to skiniko, to psigeio mas, pou exei "sinagermo" an minei ksexasmeni anixti i porta, exei xalasei kai xtipaei oli mera. Oti kai na kaneis stin porta poli apla sinexizei an tin vlepei "anixti". Perito na sou po oti stamataei mono tou ton sinagermo opote auto thelei.

OXI ADIKO EXO?!?!?!!??!?!? TOUS GHOSTBASTERS RE PAIDIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kai meta mou leei o Mad gia stixiomena spitia.......

OH MY GOD!

2008-10-22T10:34:00.002+02:00

Ematha kata tixi, oti i aderfi mou vrethike na serfarei prosfata apo to blog mou. Dedomenou oti kata kairous exo thapsei tous pantes kai ta panta, simperilamvanomenou kai autis, me elouse krios idrotas. Fisika, me elouse xeimaros, otan siniditopoiisa oti exo, ouk oliga sexoualika grammena, dilomenou kai kamia ntouzina fores tis amfi- taseis tou xaraktira mou.

AAAAAAANIIIKSEEEE PEEEEEEEEETRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

The Wet spots

2008-10-16T07:58:00.004+02:00

I mentioned them a couple of posts ago, I also had a video there so you could get a first taste.....

From their official site :

Picture a husband and wife team from the golden age of comedy. Now picture them singing sweetly about threesomes and taking it in the ass.

Internationally acclaimed cabaret duo The Wet Spots (Cass King and John Woods) write the most elegant songs about sex that you will ever hear.

“The aim of our show is to entertain people with the notion that
sexual expression is healthy and beautiful … and funny.” - Cass King

The pair presents an image that is vaudevillian, oversexed, and weirdly Canadian: Think sex club by way of Monty Python. Using a lively blend of original songs, audience interaction, spankings and singalongs, The Wet Spots draw their fans into a world where the libido is celebrated and satirized.

The duo started playing together in 2003, and quickly became headliners at Vancouver cabarets and comedy clubs. Five years later, having developed a following with the success of their internet videos, The Wet Spots travel extensively, playing shows across Canada, the US, the UK and Australia.

Despite (or rather, because of) their adult subject matter, The Wet Spots' genre-busting act appeals to a broad audience. Their songs have been licensed for TV shows like The L Word and live credits include three sold-out shows at the Sydney Opera House, Massey Hall (Toronto), Cafe de Paris (London), The Box (NYC), as well as many non-traditional venues, including The Center for Sex and Culture (San Francisco), The Museum of Sex (NYC), and many Pride events including the first ever queer comedy showcase in Africa (Cape Town Comedy Festival).

Cass and John met in 2001 and married in 2003. Before becoming a Wet Spot, John was s singer-songwriter from Winnipeg who performed with pop and punk bands across Canada and England. Cass was an award-winning spoken word artist and sex columnist from Toronto, who managed a pioneering women's sexuality store. They currently live in Vancouver, BC, Canada.

Another review I found about them

The WetSpots are your kinky neighbours who welcome you with a dildo collection and a spanking offer. John Woods and Cass King may sing bluntly about all that is carnal, but their campy lounge swing delivery and nonchalant comedic flare make it all quite innocent. Whether it's words of wisdom like "never put a cell phone in your bum," a ditty regaling the wonders of a threesome, or the endless saucy rhymes, The WetSpots take the high road. When Cass sings that she's going where the lube is flowing and the sun don't shine, it's with an irresistible velvety jazz vocal. A bit of naughty fun, even us prudes can appreciate.

Song tittles such as :
Labia Limbo
Do you take it?
Texas Annie
George
Sweaty and Stinky
Toes
Piggy Pile
I'd like to come
Booty call
We dont wanna talk about it

Just can make your day

Album is here

Fuck off you moron!!!!!

2008-10-13T15:14:00.003+02:00

This day started out very well.... untill you ruined it for me.

I know I am not a little girl anymore....
....but I wouldn't expect that reaction from you.

A very good man I met on cyberspaces keeps telling us pretty often that " its not a stranger the one who has the most power to hurt you, its a close person" (thumbs up James)

I know I am not a little girl, but really did you have to make fun of it?

This was propably one of the best dreams I have ever seen, maybe the best dream in my life so far and it made a really bright day for me today, especially after so many nightmares I had in the past 3 months and you had to make fun of it?

I really wished that dream was true. I really wish it was all a really big, a huge mistake and he was alive, living somewhere else and I would have found him, share with him all the details of my life, my happy moments, show him my fammily.....

Cant you see the spark in my eyes? Even I can feel it, can't you see it? Can't you see how important for me it is? But of course you can't know how it is... Harry Potter can feel me better. Maybe I'll go discuss it with him.

In a fammily that it was almost forbiden to mention something about him, out of fear of my mom's breakdown, we hushed our inner voices that were questioning, missing, loving and wondering.

toso kako einai pia pou mou lipei akoma?
Panta tha iparxei mesa mou to paidi pou ton anazita, ton xriazete, tou lipei kai efxete ola na itan ena kako oneiro kai na ton akousei na to steilei sto periptero na tou ferei tsigara :)

Oxi den prokeite na megaloso, giati an to kano tha prepei aki an ton ksexaso.

The wetspots

2008-10-13T09:36:00.000+02:00

One of my favourite groups today :P

The wetspots Do you take it

Siga min klapso!

2008-10-10T23:35:00.003+02:00

Auto to post itan sta draft apo ti deftera. Ksekinise me thema ton gamo mias "filis", tis defteris apo tis 2 adefles pou pantreftike kai auti kai "o ti atixia" ksexase na me kalesei.
To thema me emas tis ginaikes einai ligo periploko s'auta ta koinonika. Den me endiaferei an me ksexasan kai oi dio i oxi, an itan tixaio i skopimo, ego tis kalesa kai tis 2 kai ston gamo mou kai sta vaftisia ton paidion mou kai tis theorousa files mou, isos tis mones pou eixa. Pisteva oti kati paromoio eniothan ki autes, an kai pio xliara, giati exo tin tasi na niotho entona sxedon panta se ola, enthousiasmo, filikotita, agapi, thlipsi, ktl...
Gia mena simene polla i ipotithemeni filia mas, pisteva oti telika kapoies me simpathousan 9edo tha mou peis den me kalese sto gamo tis i kata 6 xronia diplani mou sto thranio, pou itan kalesmeni sto gamo mou kai apo ti plevra tou antra mou kai apo mena, tha me kalousan autes?)

To thema einai oti to peira ligo varia, ksero oti eimai olomonaxi kais tis anthropines sxeseis den ta pao kai toso kala, alla exo moirastei stenaxories m'auta ta atoma kai poli prosopika pragmata kai pisteva oti to sinaisthima itan amoivaio.

Alla perase auto. Siga min klapso! Autes xanoun oxi ego. An den mporoun na me ektimisoun den ftaio ego gia auto.
Kai mias kai to anefera........

Aggelakas kai oi episkeptes _ Siga min klapso

Mou len an figo apo ton kyklo tha hatho
sta oria toy monaxa na giroferno
kai pos o kosmos ine animero therio
ki otan daggoni ego kala ine na sopaino

ki otan fovountai pos mporei na trellatho
mou len na pao kryfa kapoy na kalpso
kai na thymamai pos afto to skiniko
ime mikros poly mikros gia na t'allaxo

ma ego me ena agrio perifano horo
san aetos pano ap'tis lipes tha petaxo
siga min klapso , siga min fobitho
siga min klapso

tha pao na htiso mia folia ston oyrano
tha katebeno mono an thelo na gelaso
siga min klapso , siga min fobitho
siga min klapso

moy lene an figo pio psila tha zalisto
kalytera sti laspi edo mazi tous na kylieme
kai pos an thelo perissotera na do
s'ena kathrefti monaxos moy na kitiemai

ki otan fovountai pos mporei na trellatho
mou len na pao kryfa kapoy na kalpso
kai na thymamai pos afto to skiniko
ime mikros poly mikros gia na t'allaxo

ma ego me ena agrio perifano horo
san aetos pano ap'tis lipes tha petaxo
siga min klapso , siga min fobitho
siga min klapso

tha pao na htiso mia folia ston oyrano
tha katebeno mono an thelo na gelaso
siga min klapso , siga min fobitho
siga min klapso

Mom vs Blogger/lover/person

2008-10-08T21:11:00.003+02:00

Dio meres tora, den exo stamatisei na trexo. Treis vasika, apla simera eixa kai ena megalo dialima to mesimeri apo tis 2misi os tis 4misi pou koimithika.
Skata mitera eimai. To exo katalavei edo kai poli kairo. Einai i zoi mou, i zoi sou kai ta paidia. I plaka fisika einai oti o gios mou einai ena poli kalovolo paidaki genikos, oxi mono diavazei ta mathimata tou monos tou i ta kanei sto oloimero, alla diavazei kai egkiklopedies tou mpampa sto spiti tis giagias, i tis thias tou kai mathainei polla pragmatakia. Sti sinelefsi ton gonion efaga mia foveri flasia kai siniditopoiisa oti exei erthei apo persi i epoxi pou to mellon tous eksartatai apo mena, oxi mono viologika (mam, kaka, tsisa, pitsi, nani), alla kai egkefalika. To rpg me eixe aporofisi poli to kalokairi, auto to eixa idi siniditopoiisi, alla den ithela na to apodekto kai pera apo tis doulies tou spitiou kai to rpg, asxoliomoun me elaxista alla pragmata kai poli ligotero apo oso telika tha ithela me ta paidia.
Alla megalosan poli pia. Ena paramithaki to vradi kai mia askisoula to apogevma den einai arketa. Ase pou pidise olokliros otan ton grapsame gia mathimata skakiou. Apo persi anoige google kai ekane search "skaki sta sxoleia", grammeno sta ellinika parakalo, giati kserei kai pos na to alazei. Talaiporia gia mena kai mallon den vlepo na grafomai gimnastirio fetos afou tha trexo gia ta eksosxolika tous, alla to aksizoun, giati i eftixia tous einai poli simantiki, to idio kai i pnevmatiki tous kaliergeia. Ego outos i aloste de tha gino pote oute stilaki, oute gkomenara, oute eftixismeni. Den iparxei logos na pao kontra sti dikia tous eftixia. Tora pia kai ta eksosxolika tous theloun kai na ta pigeno sto sxoleio na paizoun theloun kai tis voltes tous meta theloun. Ipomoni 2-3 xronia akomi tha mou peis kai meta kapoia pragmata tha einai arketa megaloi gia na ta kanoun monoi tous.

KAI PREPEI EPITELOUS NA VGALO TIS SPASMENES VOITHIKES APO TO PODILATO.
Giati autoi, oxi mono tha pragmatopoiisoun ta oneira pou eixa os paidi, oxi mono gia mena alla kai gia keina, alla tha ta apolafsoun kiola.
Giati emena pote de mou peiran podilato, "mi xtipiso".
Giati ego mono mia fora piga sto sxoleio na pekso me tin moni fili mou kai mia sto spiti tis ki autes sta 12 "mi xtipiso i patho kana kako".
Giati ego pote den ekana mathimata violiou pou to eixa oneiro giati "tha ta variomoun grigora kai tha itan tzampa lefta"To idio kai gia ti zografiki.
Giati ego pote den piga gimnastirio i piestika gia na xaso kapoia kila otan xtipousan sinagermoi giati "eimoun fisiologiki", akoma ki an auto itan 20 kila parapano gia paidi. E otan mpikan kai oi kortizones to xasa to paixnidi. Vasika to xa idi xameno apo ta 6, apo tis protes kortizones (pou tis peira adika giati pieze ti giatro i mitera mou) kai ta 40 kila mou.

Eseis tha zisete oso pio eftixismena ginete.

Movies scenes.... in the lake of tears.....

2008-10-06T08:48:00.003+02:00

Kai mias kai me kanan xoma simera para ta kefia pou eixa i Soula kai i Mirela kai me kanan na anatrekso sta analoga dika mou videos.....

What dreams may come, mia tainia pou me exei simadepsei apo mikri. Ena pragmatika agapimeno zevgari, 2 adelfes psixes, pou exoun perasei polla, opos ton thanato ton paidion tous, exoun na antimetopisoun kati poli diskolo. Ekeinos pethainei kai pigainei ston paradeiso. Ekeini, min antexontas ki auto ton pono autoktonei. Tora ekeinos exei to megalitero athlo apo olous... Na paei stin kolasi kai na tin ferei piso.

To epomeno einai anagkastika dio komatia logo megethous. to skeftomoun prosfata, alla to animation tis Soulas to efere akoma pio entona sto malo mou

Madame Tutli Putli, animated part one

and two

Look the sun is up again! time to play in OUR playground

2008-09-30T13:01:00.003+02:00

An exeis diavasei to teleftaio post tou MAD kai de se endiaferei i gefsi, alla to apotelesma, i eisai enas apo autous pou exoun viosei to apotelesma kai den kseroun pos na to apasxolisoun, edo sou exo tin lisi

SOUPTOYS

For a very special little one, son, daughter, Godson/d, nephew/niece, or to tame the inner child inside, this is a very special goft that goes for free, as long as you have a nice pc/laptop, working well

There are more than 100 toys in more than 100 playsets, each with its unique sound and purpose in life/desktop.

My son's personal favourites is the hen, teddies and skellie man, mine the carousel and daughter's the dinosaur

It's enough to keep my freshly-stiched son in the chair for a couple of hours, leaving me free to "dispose" broken toys and clean their messy room :p

P.S. The first kid I thought when I pushed the play button after my kids, was a child I haven't seen, I don't visit her blog regulary but thought that deserves and would find a great pleasure in this. Lydia. I wish the best for her and a great recovery and life :)

Dirty, quirky little secrets....

2008-09-24T07:35:00.003+02:00

Bollybutton here tagged me for this quirky meme. Here are the rules:

1. Link the person who tagged you.

2. Mention the rules on your blog.

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.

4. Tag 6 fellow bloggers by linking to them.

5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged bloggers' blogs to inform them.

MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm.....

I live with music. I mean it. In my pc alone, more than 15.000 songs have been scrobbled on my Lastfm account alone (not to mention stereo, dvd player, mp3 player or my mobile), songs are everywhere! I sit, eat, drink, play online games, cook, do the dishes, shower, even sometimes sleep with music on.... If someone else is home or for some reason I am not allowed to switch it on, I am annoyed and walk around the place like a lion in a cage, not knowing what to do or not able to do what I was planing because there is no musical background!
I am a multitasker. Actually, I suffer a lot when someone makes me do something from start to finish and has me concentrated to it and checks me all the time. When I'm on cleaning process or a task, I start it, after a while leave it and start something else, after a while leave it and start something else I'm tasked for, then after a while move back to the first task or start another one before I do one. I want to kick people when they tell me to "finish what I'm doing first and then move on to the next".
I am the described person on the dictionary, on the meaning of the word "messy". If you give me something I'll put it down to the first place I see, meaning to put it someplace later, ending up searching the whole house afterwards. Same with clothes, shoes, hair brush etc.
There is one particular type of meat I can not eat. My husband works in the dairy industry. Back when we were dating, he messaged me on the mobile to wait for him after school outside, he had me a surprise. When he stopped and got me in the van, I found out he had a live, shaking little sheep, tied up on the next seat. It was a gift for his familly from someone from the villages. He had to deliver it to be slaughtered. I hated the taste, before, but I just cant forget the shaking and its eyes. No way, I can live without it, even on easter.
I'm a person that lives "on the dark side of the moon". I'm bipolar and borderline. I don't only show it with black or dark colors or makeup, but with almost any act of me. Including humor. When I am sarcastic and joke about death, murders, etc. people find me quirky, especially when it comes to my own death and my plans about it. People run away because I am not easy to put up with.
I hate wisky. I just can't understand how people can drink that awful thing. It tastes like biting the barel, a table or a wooden plank really really hard. Bliah! I can't eat wood :p

Dont know who to tag who hasnt been tagged since games like this go around in circles, Whoever reads and hasnt palyed yet, is welcomed to.

Shhhh.... dont let the children read....

2008-09-16T08:12:00.003+02:00

My type of relationship. I've been thinking quite a lot of it the past days and did a search on the internet for some hours and that's the best model to describe it, (or maybe that's what we really have anyway). It's funny that i have heard about it in the past many times and actually thought that this it was, but didnt know that much information abbout it.

The Daddy-Dom model

The first thing I want to do, is to dispel any notions or misconceptions about the relationship between daddy dominants and their little girl submissives. It doesn't have to have anything to do with incest, age play, or any closeted desires or fetish for, or with children. Nor, is it about a father-daughter relations, in fact, there is nothing about this type of relationship that resembles anything about their father for the little girl submissives, whatsoever. In this dominant's opinion, a daddy dominant is the most tender of all dominants. He loves and adores his little girl sub with a true, eternal passion. A daddy dom has his sub's best interest in mind, even when it conflicts with his own personal desires. That does not mean he surrenders to her every demand. There can be immense differences between the sub's desires and her real needs. The daddy dominant has to be ready to sacrifice for her, if needed, and yes, at times he does punish his sub when needed, which generally hurts him just as much, if not, more than her. The daddy dominant will always do what is best for his little girl sub.

The daddy dominant also helps his submissive to set and attain her goals in life. He will strive diligently to help her improve herself to be the best she can be, not for himself, but for her. The daddy dominant is not only looking to make her a better submissive, but a better person overall. He has multiple roles in his little girl sub's life. He is a mentor, a teacher, a protector, a guide, and most of all, a lover. The daddy dominant offers to his little girl sub what she needs most of all, which is unconditional love and acceptance. He maintain consistency in his actions towards his sub, so that she always knows what to expect from him, and having the confident knowledge she can always depend on him. The daddy dominant desires nothing more than to pull his little sub close and protect her from a world that is seen to be bent on cruelty, but knowing all along that he can't. So, it is up to the daddy dominant to prepare his little sub for whatever life may throw her way, and to always be there for her when things go wrong, knowing that she will run to him when she becomes frightened or overwhelmed by the stress life can deal. The daddy dominant will always listen to all his sub's fears and concerns, and he will help her confront her them, thus slaying her dragons, so to speak.

The daddy dominant will cuddle his little girl sub, and show her immense tenderness when needed. When she is unsure or uncertain of herself, he will whisper words of encouragement to her. When she feels ugly or unwanted, her daddy dom reinforces and reassures she is beautiful. When she feels scared and nervous, he is her safety net. For the daddy dominant, his little girl submissive is the pride, joy, and main comfort of his life. There are really no large contrasts between daddy dominants and regular or sadist ones The daddy dominant's little girl may be the twinkle of his eye, but she is definitely all woman, and he may be a daddy, but he is still and foremost, a dom! The daddy dominant has to be able punish his sub when she needs it, and let his consistent actions prove that she cannot wrap her daddy dominant around her little finger, or she will lose respect for him, thus his control over is severely hampered. This could be pending doom for a daddy dom-little girl sub relationship, or any DS or SM relationship. We all know that you cannot have the love without the respect. In that, and in other ways I may or may not have mentioned, a daddy dominant is not different from a sub. The only real contrast I see is how the love is given and reciprocated in the relationship.

Ekriksi

2008-09-14T22:02:00.003+02:00

yeah he's a pussy.... 38 years old, on a leash, dragged by his 26 year-old wife.... even to the cafe to watch the football game...
Hah, dont you understand people? I'm his wife, his lover, his best friend, his partner.... we even enjoy that kind of things (men only things) together SOMETIMES.... I'm not afraid that my man is gonna cheat on me when he is out... I know he wont. We just cant find enough time to spend together with all the roles.....

Honey..... if I lose you.... it will be my downfall....

Broken

Tapping The Vein

See? The Tide Is Turning Now And I'm Fading, Fading
I Have No Excuses Anymore
This Is Where I Wanted To Be
You've Twisted Me Out From The Inside
And You've Hung Me In The Wind

You Are My Weakness
You May Be My Downfall

Helpless As You Move Away
I Am Empty, Aimless
I Have No Illusions Anymore
They Just Ran Right Out Of Me
And Every Day I'll Fight Not To Miss You
Every Day I'll Lose, Yeah

You Are My Weakness
You May Be My Downfall

So Just Leave Me Here With My Tortured Heart
Or Stay And Watch As I Cut It Out

You Are My Weakness
You May Be My Downfall
I Don't Know Really, Really What You Want From Me
I Don't Know What You Really Want From Me
No, I Don't Really Know What You Want From Me
But You Will Be My Downfall

sweet dreams AREN'T made of this!!!

2008-09-10T13:52:00.003+02:00

Koimamai. I sleep. Je dorme. Se opoia glossa ki an to peis, einai mia politelia, mia efxaristisi pou mono me sex prosopika tin sigkrino (kane moro kai tha katalaveis ti enoo). Otan ta oneira einai efxarista, ta pragmata einai akoma kalitera. Otan den einai omos?
Kata geniki omologia kai xoris na ginomai melo, ipervoliki i gkriniara, exo na diloso oti apo tis 28 peripou Iouliou, exo kathe vradi toulaxiston enan efialti. Dikio exeis, ipervoliki eimai. Eixa kai 2-3 vradia pou eixa mono enan efialti.
MILAME DEN ANTEXO ALLO!!!
Thelo epitelous na koimitho.pragmatika. Na ksekourasto. NA min sikotho to proi stin 12 para, me taxipalmia, i san na exo meres na koimitho.
An eperna sovara ta sxolia kai tis doksasies tis manas mou peri kakon oneiron,l the eprepe na exo pethanei 4-5 fores os tora, opos kai oloi oi agapimenoi mou kana 2 fores sin na exoun pathei megala kaka.
Steven King exo katantisei ston ipno mou sou leo! Alla ksero poios ftaiei. Autos o kakourgos me grousouzepse. Zileve pou evlepa olon ton Iounio Pierre Woodman kai Salieri ston ipno mou kai sikonomoun lisasmeni to proi meta tis 9 eno ekeinos douleve (kai den itan trigiro na "xarei" tin diathesi mou kai na tin ekmetaleftei )kai me katarastike!

Giati paraponiemai tha mou peis....
Koita, eimai sigouri oti tha simfonouses mazi mou oti tha protimouses na ksipnas, "pano sto kalitero", exontas oneireftei oti se pernan 4 pou i zoi tous eksartiotan apo to an peraseis esi kala opote kanan ta adinata dinata na zisoun (ki oxi na koitan tin partara tous) apo to na ksipnas exontas dei ksafnika ta dontia sou na peftoun ena ena, ta oula sou na lionoun kai na min mporeis na stamatiseis to aima me tipota as poume (i to paromoio simerino, apostima sto magoulo eksoterika, na skaei kai na trexei potami to puo, mpliax). Protimo na trexei potami kati allo ston ipno mou (ponirouli, eimai sigouri oti ksereis poli kala ti).

Exontas sindiasei tetoies periodous tis zois mou me astheneies (giati kaka ta psemata, otan kati exei diarkeia, einai endiksi oti kati den paei kala mazi sou) mia nixta me 5-10 efialtes sti seira os paidi simere ena 24 me asthmatiki parea. Exontas kseperasei pia auto to stadio (metamorfothike se dermatitida meta tin proti genna), sindiastike ektote me pio "skotines" epoxes tis zois kai tin igeias mou.

Simera, 2 peripou vdomades apo ta 5a genethlia tis koris mou, vlepo oti prepei na psaxoulepso to ntoulapaki kai na tsekaro imerominies liksis se koutia, mi xrisimopoiimenon farmakon edo kai 2 xronia kai na skefto sovara na valo to xeri stin tsepi, prin trelatho st'alitheia.
I plaka einai oti eimai psixika arketa epipeda apo oti eimoun stis kaliteres mou ekeini tin epoxi, an kai everthisti, nevriki kai apisiodoksi.
Theoro oti to gegonos pos pano apo 1misi mina ipofero apo efialtes, einai ena kampanaki tou eaftou mou, enas tropos na mou pei oti kati trexei kai i psixiki mou igeia einai efthrafsti.
Ladose, Lamictal kai Valium, out of the cupboard please...
Katanoo oti etsi patao mia apo tis 2 megaliteres iposxeseis pou sou exo dosei kale mou, alla exo idi arxisei na exo fantasioseis kai sto ksipnio mou oti pefto "kata lathos" apo to mpalkoni, ego i ta paidia, pragmatika pistevo oti oute ki esi tha antexes na me ziseis kai pali etsi.

The mayor

2008-09-06T13:21:00.003+02:00

Rumors say that Melora wrote this song about... you know.... who does this song remind you of? :D
America's president maybe?

The Mayor

Rasputina

Ooh, it's scrambled eggs what he says
He accuses me of treachery
Got the nine lies, got the wide eyes,
got a failing grade in chemistry

If you count back to the balcony
when all we saw was a mystery
of a blonde-haired boy brought his mother joy
with his pedigree and family tree

Oh, lay it all out on a wicker couch
that you wove in a loony bin
Cut it out, it's a second-round bout
not the way of a gentleman

Ah, give it up, get a job,
take a pill and leave me be
He's got a synapse lapse he don't think he has
but it's been proven empirically

If they take something precious from me,
I'm gonna take something precious from them.
Oh now he's losing his constituency,
we thought Oh, this could never happen again.

If I take something precious from him,
he try to take something precious from me
There's a battle in his head that he cannot win
There's a man that he could never be

Oh no
Way to go
He's the mayor

Oh, I'm quite tired of this lunatic
Why must we suffer 'cuz the mayor's sick?
He say: All abandon from this sinking ship.
and he's off on another trip

No, he don't care about environment
He has made this a shitty place
My interest rate shrinks at a rapid pace
compounded daily on my worried face

If they take something precious from me,
I'm gonna take something precious from them.
Oh now he's losing his constituency,
we thought Oh, this could never happen again.

If I take something precious from him,
he try to take something precious from me
There's a battle in his head that he cannot win
There's a man that he could never be

Oh no
Way to go (2x)
He's the mayor

If they take something precious from me,
I'm gonna take something precious from them.
Oh now he's losing his constituency,
we thought Oh, this could never happen again.
(You're gonna hang your head and cry)

If I take something precious from him,
he try to take something precious from me
There's a battle in his head that he cannot win
There's a man that he could never be
(go ahead, go ahead and cry)

You're gonna hang your head and cry
Your gonna hang your head and cry
you're gonna cry
(He's the mayor)
(Oh no, way to go, he's the mayor)

another trip on thessaloniki..... lament.......

2008-09-03T08:09:00.003+02:00

Itan kanonismeno... ta paidia tha menan stis giagias gia to vradi kai proi proi tis tritis, tha ksekinousame gia thessaloniki. i mera itan diki mas. I kali mera apo to proi fainete.
Vevaia o stoxos epitefktike. Eimaste kata 450 euro ftoxoteroi, alla tis peirame tis kainourgies karekles gia tin trapezaria, to kainourgio grafeio pc kai ta alla skatoulakia pou thelame apo to IKEA. Ainte tora steine sa malakas. :)
Alla re paidi mou de to mporo allo, den to antexo auto.....tha sou po poio. Xtes, eixa tin efkairia na antimetopisoume mia tetoia katastasi kai eimai iperifani gia ton kalo mou pou eixe idi valei to podi sto freno prin ourliakso. Vevaia to 140-0 einai sadistiko gia ena amaksi, alla mporo iperifana na diloso, oti emeis, s'auto to taksidi, den xisame aima, den afisame xalaki sti mesi tou dromou.
Kathe ma kathe fora pou pigainoume kapou me to amaksi, ksekinao me tin kaliteri diathesi (fevgoume, gioupi, ktl) kai otan ftanoume eimai skata, giati exo metrisei se oli tin diadromi ta "xalakia" kai tous "lekedes" sto dromo. Kati pou mou kane terastia entiposi, einai oti auta ta "xalakia" einai diaskorpismena metaksi Edessas-Thessalonikis kirios.... stin strofi gia Kavala, mexri kai to telos, mesa stin poli, den metrisa kanena ptoma sto dromo giati ekei i einai poli prosektikoi, i ta exoun tsalapatisei ola kai den exoun minei pia elefthera sto dromo. Akoma kai sti diadromi Edessas-Patras, ta xalakia pou metrao einai ta misa se mia apostasi 500 xiliometron, se sxesi me auta pou metrao gia oute 100 edo. Kai min mou peis oti den trexoun ekei. Se 3misi ores eimastan apo Athina sta rest Katerinis, tin teleftaia fora, tou evala tis fones otan eida 170 sto roloi tis taxititas. (Episis, den eidame kai mploko mpatson se oli ti diadromi oses fores exoume paei, para sta gnosta simeia tis perioxis mas, meta tin xalkidona, ktl, ktl...)

Tha mou peis vevea, akou tin mousiki sto radio, piase sizitisi, asxolisou, min metras ta ptomata sto dromo.... Ma de mporo... mono tou paei to mati. De to antexo....krima den einai ki auta?

To amaksi mias kai mikro, itan asfiktika kai epikindina paragemismeno, kai mas apetrepse na pame opoudipote allou gia kafedaki i voltoula. S'oli tin diadromi tis epistrofis girisame siga siga mias kai ena terastio paketo, vrisoktan akrivos piso apo to sverko mou, anagkazontas me na eimai diplomeni kai se kathe freno i gkazi se fanari, oso malaka ki an to patouse, xtipaga ton afxena mou epano tou. Eftixos den efige apo tin thesi tou opote eimai akoam zontani. Paei i efkairia sou an me ksepastrepseis Giannaki.... to eixes topothetisei kala telika. Akoma me ponaei o sverkos omos.

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Dialeima telos.... piso sto stisimo :)

The origin of love..........

2008-09-01T10:49:00.002+02:00

Where are you?
Who are you?
questions that bother us all.......
I have found you....
I am whole......
am I?
Why do i feel still incomplete?
Is it that I cant fit in with you, because I'm half, hopping in one leg, having one eye?
where is my other eye? where is my other arm? where is my other leg? Will I ever find them like I've found you?

Eccentric

2008-08-20T13:36:00.002+02:00

Why does this song feels me soooooo much about me?

After forever
Eccentric

Back to life, back to reality......

2008-08-10T10:35:00.004+02:00

Diakopes.......

Kala itan.... an den mas eixe katourisei kai xelona kala tha itane

Arketa xalia itan, alla se genikes grammes perasame kala. I thalassa itan telia, epipedou Karaivikis, ta paidia perasan kala....

An eixa parei kai ton ginaikologo mou pio noris tilefono isos na eixa perasei kai kalitera. Ego girisa me mia molinsi stin "ekeithe gitonia" kai i kori mou me ena agnosto tsimpima, prismeno, skasmeno, kiriolektika san na eliose to derma tis. Prospathisa na min paraponiemai poli, na min klaigomai kai na min tosu xalao tis diakopes. Tora o sizigos gematos tipseis me alifei kai me peripoiitai kai emena kai tin mikri mias kai mas tin eipe kana dio fores, alla otan to thermometro edo edeikse 37misi+ gia mena kai sto nosokomeio mas dosane antiviotiko kai therapia sti mikri aisthanthika asxima pou telika "dikaiothikame" kai "den kataskevazame dikiologies gia na gkriniazoume"

The main feedback.......

Kathe fora pou katevenoume thessaloniki, me kali diathesi, i diathesi mou xalaei sti diadromi.

Kala re paidia, den prosexete katholou? Ki emeis me 130 trexame stin xalkidona, kai opou mporousame to gkazoname, kai os tora stin odigiki mas zoi, den exoume afisei oute lekedes sto dromo, oute xalakia! Toso aprosextoi eiste? De ginete na min kanoume tin diadromi os tin Thessaloniki xoris na metriso kamia 10ria xalakaia me tous aparaititous kokkinous lekedes sto dromo. Apo tin alli meira tis thessalonikis, pros xalkidiki ktl, den eida oute ena skili tsalapatimeno! Auto kati leei......

Oti pairneis, plironeis.

De perimena ksenodoxeio 3 asteron, oute ta kalitera domatia tous se tetoies katastaseis, alla to domation tis 5imeris itan klasseis kalitero apo auto pou antimetopisame.

Anyway... afou simvivastikame ola itan poli kalitera.

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2008-08-10T09:39:00.002+02:00

....................................
I thought that the "whole idea" of Olympic games back in the ancient years, was a break on wars, a world wide embrace of peace and union for the time being untill the games end. Nations "(aka towns in that era) would stop fights and come together with the rest of them in the event united.

What's Russia and Georgia doing?
God rest all the victims in peace. God help them. People pray for a better end on this situation.

Just before I leave you.....

2008-07-29T21:12:00.002+02:00

......... I wanna leave you with a spicy taste of music.
A bit of garlic here, a bit of cinammon there, some curry or some pepper....
Either way, some of the things I'll be carrying on my flash mp3 stick for the next 10 days......
Enjoy

Ankh - 24 N.Paganini (Metal cover)

wladza - closterkeller

Zegarmistrz - Closterkeller

ENIGMA - Back To The Rivers Of Belief

closterkeller-agnieszka

Sarah Brightman - It's a beautiful day

Theatre of Tragedy - Venus

Dead Can Dance - Severance (Live 1989 - From Vara TV

Dead Can Dance "Black Sun" live in The Hague 2005

Dead Can Dance - Don`t Fade Away

Dead Can Dance Crescent

Think this is more than enough

:) see ya in September (maybe earlier)

Sto emporiko part 2 kai getting packed up

2008-07-29T12:25:00.002+02:00

Me ligo perissotero xrono simera mias kai exo xestei sti douleia tis teleftaies meres paketarontas gia tis diakopes, kathisa na grapso 2-3 pragmatakia parapano.

Oraio to magic park, oraia i idea tis genikis eisodou kai tou na mporeis na aneveis opou thes. Me 34 euro oloi mas, kaname toulaxiston 15 voltes sinolika (gia na min po 20 kai vgei poli). Se osa mporousame na pame kai oi 4 pigame, se alla pou den mporousan ta paidia logo katotatou oriou den pigame kai se 2 anevikan mono "oi antres". Eixe kai mini tsirkaki me 2-3 noumera dorean mesa pou kratouse kana 40lepto kai tous arese.

Sto ena apo ta dio noumera idika, itan enas papous me ena teeeeraaaastio sakaki (kapou XXXXXXXXL) alla sintoma mathaines to giati. Kathe fora pou to ksekoumpone, evgaze apo tis esoterikes tsempes tou mikra skilakia (tipou kanis, tsiouaoua ktl) pou kanan kolpa. Kathe fora pou oloklirone to noumero tou to skilaki kai eprepe na paei mesa, erxotan i (profanos) sizigos tou, (mia giagia dld), ntimeni krouela de vil (me ta sxetika dixroma malia kai olo to outfit, ftisti i glen close sou leo!) kai arpaze to skilaki. Eipan sta paidia na fonazoun "oxi! mi! mi to pareis!" kai ta sxetika kai ola mazi fonazan oxi mi kathe fora. Ta dika mou vevea, pou exoun pathei overdose apo "Dora i mikri ekserevnitria" kai kseroun apo auta, fonazan mazi to poiimataki pou prepei na peis stin alepou tin kleftra gia na min klepseis

"ALEPOU MIN KLEPSEIS, ALEPOU MINKLEPSEIS, ALEPOU MIN KLEPSEIS"

Fisika gelage to miso tsirko mazi tous kai ta vrikan poli xaritomena (mias kai sigoura oloi oi goneis tin kseroun tin Dora apekso ki anakatota

Oso gia to emporiko.......
Pes me gifta, alla de mou aresei i oli idea "kanoume ena emporiko kai vazoume mesa 30 eponima magazia tipou Rebecca Blu, Glou, Moritz, Hondos, ktl "
Ama thelo, vgaino kai stin kentriki agora tis thessalonikis kai ta psonizo. I prosopiki mou idea einai na dinoume kai se aplous polites na kanoun ena magazaki olo xarma, oraies vitrines kai periexomeno pou na min "anoikei" se eponimi alisida etairia. Tha mou peis, tetoia noikia pou exei, mono oi alisidatoi exoun na ta plirosoun.....

Pantos an itan na agoraza rouxa, tha mou arese na vgo na do kai an psoniso sto emporiko. An kai den tha edina pote 40 euro me tis ekptoseis gia ena zevgari sagionares mono kai mono epidi einai addidas i nike, protimo tis L.A. (Laiki agora).
Pes me gifta, alla to onoma den kanei to rouxo, oute aparaitita to ifasma. Exontas pethera pou douleve se ergostasio rouxon, ksero oti kai ta pio fantaxtera ifasmata exoun to anotero tis timis tous pou einai kata poooooooooooliiiiiiiiiiiiii katotero apo auto pou ksodeveis gia na to pareis. Einai mono onoma.

Sto emporiko part 1

2008-07-26T10:24:00.003+02:00

Happy birthday to you
Happy Birthday tooo youu
HAppy Birthday dear George
Happy Birthday toooo youuu

To doro tou papou kai tis giagias?
Lefta (gia paixnidia)
To doro tis (allis) Giagias kai thias?
Lefta (arketa, oste na mas ftasoun gia olo to meros tou sxediou mas)
To doro tis mamas kai tou mpampa?
Sinenoimenoi apo meres me thia kai giagia, gia mia aksexasti mera genethlion mias kai to persino party sto paidotopo itan psiloapotixia ( "oi simathites mou? Pou einai? De tha'rthoun?) Sou kaname mia surprise day! Mias kai sinepese me tin mera-adeia tou mpampa, apofasisame na pame mia volta thessaloniki, sta jumbo sto limani kai sto magic park. Girizame olo to mesimeri to jumbo kai ta ipoloipa sto emporiko sto limani kai ta matakia gializane olo xara Peirame osa dora mporouse na xoresei to port mpagkaz aneta, ola propliromena apo tis giagiades. Meta sta goodys sto IKEA gia fagito (kai eimastan arketa kourasmenoi gia na pame sto IKEA pou eixe doro gevma kai mini party genethlion prosfora (de to pistevo oti exoun arxeio me genethlia kai se pernoun KATHE xrono til na tou poun xronia polla! oxi apla de to pistevo :D ) sto Mediteranean Cosmos gia kafedaki, volta kai xazi kai stis 6misi sto magic park. Ston girismo stis 11 to vradi sto amaksi koimountousan kai eprepe na ta paroume agkalia os to spiti mias kai DEN itan se thesi na perpatisoun kai ksanakoimontousan kiriolektika orthioi :)

Einai diskolo na eisai gonios, alla auta ta lampera matakia se gemizoun tosi xara kai eforia, pou to kalitero sex den einai ikano na sou dosei.

P.S. Alli fora tha ksero, flat kai pali flat....

Diakopoules diakopoules e?

2008-07-20T16:24:00.004+02:00

Ksero ksero, nai poli energitiki bloger eimoun ton mina Ioulio....
De ftaio ego....
Kati oi 2 monoimeres eksormiseis stin paralia tis katerinis, na diaskedasoun ta paidia kai na drastiriopoiitho koinonika sto fisiko mou perivalon kai me tous fisikous mou sigkeneis (aka falaina=thalassa) kati ta genethlia ton 3 apo ta 4 meli sto diastima 30 Iouniou - 30 Iouliou kai ta kefia ton eortazonton pou eprepe na ginoun pros apofigin mourmouras kai gkrinias (to idio den einai?), eimaste ekso oli tin mera kai i "isixia mou" exei paei peripato kai diakopes gia olo to kalokairi mexri tis 11 Septemvriou (pou anoigoun ta sxoleia). Etsi, mporei na rixno kapoies kleftes maties se blogs, mporei na exo kai ton elaxisto aparaitito xrono na po kamia kouventa sta sxolia, alla distixos, o xronos gia na postaro einai periorismenos.
Distixos kai tora pou sas milo, prpeei an kleiso, giati diadramatizete ena simantiko gegonos pou kaloumai na dialefkano.... To ena mikro klaiei ekso apo to mpanio, "viazete " na mpei na "adeiasei" kai to allo etrekse epitides kai mpike proto xoris na exei tipota, mono kai mono gia na nevriasei to allo kai (an ta kataferei kai to kathisterisei arketa), an ta kanei pano tou na faei kai ksilo.

Paidia....... ma ti diaolia pou einai........

moonlightless skies and fake desires

Mou prokaleis egkefalo........

Mia disaresti ekpliksi.....

Can I erase the Deamon?

"I think I've said that before...."

A quite acurate personality test said that....

Psofofeggaro's Existing Situation

psofofeggaro's Stress Sources

psofofeggaro's Restrained Characteristics

psofofeggaro's Desired Objective

psofofeggaro's Actual Problem

psofofeggaro's Actual Problem #2

At last Internet's baaaaaaaaaaaackkkkk!!!!!

- MEION -

Den kanei krio stin ellada.......

I don't know how to live, but I got a lot of toys........

Ho ho! I'm a pirate!

De me xezete leo go, omofovikoi, health life obsessed , klistomialoi geroi!

The costs of life.......

Xristougenna

Drama queen Vs Mom 100-0

Nea gripi on the loose

Gripi ton xoiron.

Yoñlu

Ashram

dreams come true, Bibbidy-Bobbidi-Boo

To buy or not to buy AION?

aaaaxxx ki akoma kala-kala de xeimoniase....

Kywitt! Kywitt!

arxisa na gernao kai ekso mou.....

" Kala eipa ego etoimi tin ekanes. Esi evales mono tis mpananes apo pano"...........

....."I could be happy the rest of my life with it......."?

"........Κουράστηκα να προσπαθώ κάθε μέρα να δείξω και να αποδείξω πόσο έξυπνη,καλή,ειλικρινής,έντιμη και ηθική είμαι.Λάθος δικό μου..."

Ave sadness...... (part 2, my sadness)

Ave sadness......

of the wand and the moon

Nightmare journal, page one, 12/6/09

Oh how I'd loved to never sleep again....

Kai mias kai telionoun ta sxoleia, ora gia ena parti me kid's pop... psemata, me LOLI POP!

wife VS in laws, episode 123456789123456789....

Encore Une Fois.......

Plz hug me till I sleep, *shob* don't let them get me.....

The miracle of universe, the miracle of life........

Gamimena modela, gamimeno status.....

....and the forests will echo with laughter.....

Paok, paok paokaaara mou....

Variemai.......

Favourite comercials..... condom song!!!!!

on access scan......

I'm sleeping in your haaaaaaaaaaand

MEGA PROSVOLI!!!!!

3 AM........

Pote epitelous tha papso na eimai MALAKAS oeo?

I'm quite tired of my life........

MY valentine's card......

Politik kills........

I'm not a wannabe driver, I'm a future waste can executioner.......

Braveheart...........

Is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried....

I'm a baaaaad moon, aka, I am in paiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.....

Ποια είναι τα συμπτώματα του έλκους;

shhhhhhh..... I'm sleeping.....

Agapi mou ti fai na ftiakso avrio?

Bye bye 2008, welcome 2009

:'(

Bale fotia kai kapsta ola.......

What Child is This?

in Christmas spirit.......

Away because.........

At dentist's.........

A Midwinter Night's Dream.........

Panic at the disco! (eerr paidotopo)

Ekpedeftiki tileorasi......

The inner child........

always trust your instict.....

Tuesday 4th November,11:33 am

Podcast's song for today....

KALO MHNA!

Happy Halloween

speaking for many people around : FUCK OFF GREEK GOVERMENT!

Plz hug me till I sleep, shob don't let them get me.....