Thursday, December 29, 2011

While sipping hot chocolate...


Maybe reading too many romantic stories while listening to soft music can screw with a person's head. Add a cup of hot chocolate to that mixture and what you get is me; emotional and romantic me. Enjoy this because it happens every once in a blue moon and it never lasts long. So, what do you say, you and I have a chat about the nature of romance? Hmm?

Now, by definition romance is "a romantic spirit, sentiment, emotion or desire". But what is romance really? What does "being romantic" mean? Is it hearts floating around your head or stars twinkling in your eyes? Is it reading poetry to your loved one over home-cooked dinner and a glass of wine?

Let me tell you, being a girl doesn't mean that I've been dreaming about prince charming my entire life. Because that guy can take his white horse and shove it! Who is it that feeds little girls with the notion that they must be saved by a man that will appear to them showered in light (sparkling even- damn Twilight to hell!), a man bearing gifts such as red roses and chocolates? What's wrong with daisies? What's wrong with being simple and sincere?

Grand gestures are all fine and dandy. In movies or in books. In real life, they just make me want to burst into laughter. Don't get me wrong, if your guy does all those romantic, corny things simply because he happens to like it, that's ok. But going over the top just for the sake of romance is a big waste of time. I will admit that I've had a boyfriend who wrote me poems. But that guy was a poet and that was the only way he could express himself. I have kept those poems and sometimes I read them and smile and it makes me feel special, not because someone wrote me a poem but because they were a declaration of love and I'm glad to say I've been loved.

Yes, reality sucks and we should do what we can to make it more tolerable. In a normal, sane way. Don't start screaming at your boyfriend if he forgets your anniversary or if he doesn't give you jewelery. The best gift I ever got from my boyfriend was a book. I know, I'm odd. It was a book I've been waiting for months to come out and dig this: it was the hard cover edition! Orgasmic joy!

Romantic things my boyfriend does:
- He always makes me coffee in the morning. (He's the only one that can make it just perfect.)
- He says I look good in anything. (And actually means it.)
- He is the one that breaks the silence after a fight.
- He buys me stupid memorabilia he knows I'll like. (Like that sonic screwdriver!)
- He lets me buy books when he knows I have nowhere to put them.
- He lets me sleep with a light on.
- He listens to me while I talk about good looking men.
- He likes my friends.

It's the little things that make "romance". Don't discard the little things. They can make a mundane situation, trully spectacular.

Well, my chocolate is almost completely gone... I leave you with wishes for a great New Year. And remember... Don't make any resolutions you don't intend to complete! :*

Friday, December 23, 2011

Santa's Story...



... is a short film about Christmas, directed by my friend Artemis Samothrakis. I know it sounds odd, a greek film about Christmas being something we're not used to, but maybe you could give it the benefit of the doubt. Santa's Story, besides its facebook group, has its own website where you can play flash games and blow Santa (that bastard!) up.

Starring Lefteris Eleftheriou as Santa, George Karabinis as the Elf and Triantafillia Tabaliaki as Mrs. Claus. And also, my stupid voice because they made me do the dubbing...

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Arguments with boyfriends



Given the fact that I probably have the best boyfriend in the world, I shouldn't be messing with this subject. It's not that we never-ever fight because that wouldn't be normal. (After all, men are from Mars, aren't they? And women are... awesome.) But this is not about the "serious" stuff we fight over, like "This is MY muffin, damn it"! It's more about the things that we can't ever agree on, even though I am the one who's always right.



1. Lady Gaga


Let me clarify that I'm not a huge fan of Gaga. I do happen to like a couple of her songs though and I believe she's very clever in using her image to promote her work. My favourite song of hers is "Electric Kiss" which was written and performed before she was Lady Gaga as we now know her.
She has a very nice voice and is a talented song writer. But my boyfriend insists that she is a terrible, terrible singer and that she is ugly (which was never the point anyway, because judging a singer by his/her looks is just stupid!) No matter what I have to say on the subject, he can't be persuaded otherwise.





2. The undeniable hotness of Alan Rickman

I swear, there are times I believe my boyfriend doesn't know the meaning of the word "charming"! The other day, I got nostalgic and being the fangirl that I am, I started watching tribute videos of Harry Potter on YouTube. I came across a couple that were about Severus Snape and I remembered how much I loved the character and the actor as well and when I love someone so much I tend to make sounds like "Aghhh!" or "Blurrrrgh!". Well, my boyfriend said he couldn't understand how I could possibly find Alan Rickman attractive! I can't even begin to explain! There are no words! HE'S ALAN RICKMAN, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! Do you seriously expect me to justify this???




3. Sphynx cats

He hates them. I adore them.They are unique and odd and the lack of fur is a major plus. I keep begging and begging for one. He keeps looking at me like I'm an alien. I threaten that I will kick him out if he doesn't get me one and he laughs.

4.Onion in souvlaki

There is no other way to eat souvlaki! What is wrong with my man????










And I could go on and on of course, because despite our similarities we are different people and that's what ultimately makes a relationship work.

What are your arguments with the opposite sex? Let me know so I can support you (if you're a girl! :P) !

NO MORE SOUVLAKI WITHOUT ONION!!!! FREEDOM!!!!!!!

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Just because


Hints? Who's dropping hints? I want all the Sims 3 expansions I don't have yet!


Yes, that's what I do. I tell people what I want so they don't have to get stressed about what to get me. Because I'm nice that way. Right, Santa?


NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!



Cards found at someecards.com



Thursday, December 8, 2011

Any ideas?


Christmas is coming up and I've been thinking and thinking about what presents to get for everyone. It's easier with some people. My sister and best friend are getting jewelery this year. My dog will get a big bone. But some others... like my mom... yeah... Not so easy. She's the kind of person who insists that you should have saved your money in order to buy nice things for yourself. And I'm the kind of person who always wants to pick the perfect present so for me, it's kind of a buzzkill.

If you're having a hard time deciding what to get for your friends and family, here are some suggestions! (that may or may not induce a heart attack)



I don't know who might be happy receiving that for Christmas. Or any other occasion, for that matter. Who would need something like that? Seriously. But I bet you, this present would be a very fun topic for a cheerful, Christmas conversation!
(found at http://www.humor-articles.com/funny-christmas-gifts/)
Important note: Do NOT buy this for dad!




I don't know about you guys, but I think this is very, very cool! Grow your own snow! Aren't you tired of wishing for "a white Christmas" and getting sunshine instead? Now, you can laugh in the face of God and exclaim "Fine, I'll do it myself!". It's not a wish come true; it's science! (Order it here----> http://www.stupid.com/Grow-Snow_p_728.html. Or not. Whatever...)





Do you sometimes find it hard to keep the faith? Or is there an atheist in your close environment that you want to punch right in the face? Once again,there is a solution to what may have seemed like an unsolvable problem! Believe in God Instantly Spray! Keep the Christmas spirit alive in EVERYONE'S hearts! (Also found at http://www.stupid.com/Believe-In-God-Instantly-Spray_p_197.html )






Now, this one would be perfect for my boyfriend. He has this awful alarm clock that makes the most horrible noise and the best part is, it doesn't even wake him up! There may be people driving by our building, wondering what is making that noise but he sleeps soundly right next to it, while it causes me a headache! Let him chase this one around the house and see how he likes it! http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000PWLTNA?ie=UTF8&tag=weirdcomweird-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B000PWLTNA



Another great present. Mostly for yourself though. Doesn't every woman wish to know what's in a man's mind? Now you'll know, because you put it there! http://www.totally-funky.co.uk/PROD1495/Control-A-Man-Remote

There's also a female version. http://www.totally-funky.co.uk/PROD1496/Control-A-Woman-Remote

What's that, honey? A sandwich? Coming right up!










Friday, December 2, 2011

Stray souls



That's my Penny, the day we brought her home. She'd been living in a construction site, with her mother and three brothers but we were lucky enough to have her rescued and given to us. She's been with us for about six months. I think she's chewed everything there was to chew on by now.





She 's gotten significantly larger but I don't have any recent photos to upload. Let me stop you before you ask me the idiotic question everyone asks. No, she's not blind from one eye. She can see just fine and she's completely healthy. The different eye colour is just a quirk and we love her all the more for it!

My point is, adopt a stray. Do as I say! There are too many stray dogs and cats out there and they need a home. Get to it!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

You guys, seriously... Part 2

You know I tell it like it is. So... I won't say I was extremely disappointed with "Breaking Dawn: Part 1" but that's mainly, because I knew better than to have actual expectations. It was just as bad as I thought it would be. I can only describe it as a very long episode of a soap opera and let's face it! That's as good as it gets!

Okay, I gasped at Kristen Stewart's smile. I really can't believe they let her smile in this movie! And about time too. You can't expect the viewers to always imagine what the girl must be feeling! That doesn't mean her usual awkward expression ever really left us but let's take it one step at a time. Maybe she'll surprise us in the final movie.

Besides the main (three) characters, everybody else were clearly used as extras. Jackson Rathbone had like... what? Two lines? Come on, people! Give the other characters some screen time! I can't take anymore of Jacob's whining... Let me see what the others can do! Also, when you add fight scenes, you'd better give them some edge. Werewolves chasing vampires around and then just, making friends??? Booooooring!!!!!

Now on to the sex. Children, cover your eyes! There is absolutely nothing to see there! Yes, a little bit of movement and then... Use your imagination, viewers! 'Cause that's all you're gonna get! We wouldn't want to make this movie 18+, would we? We'd lose money if we did! Teenagers, don't get the wrong idea about sex. It doesn't usually last so little and if it does leave you with bruises all over your body, somebody did something wrong. (Unless you like it this way, in which case, who am I to argue?)

Buuuuuut... And this is a big, big but... I do love Robert Pattinson. I know I'm well past the age of infatuations, I'm sorry, I can't control myself when it comes to this boy! I love his thick eyebrows, I love the small glimpse of his beautiful shoulders when he's breaking the bed, I love his voice, I love his nose!!! I believe that with the right coaching, he can be a very good actor. His acting seems to have improved in this movie but he can really do better. A suggestion for the next movie: more Pattinson nudity! That would improve the movie on sooooo many levels! And let him do another song for the soundtrack. Less angsty teen songs! Please!

And... Renesmee? How much do you hate your poor child, Bella? Is this the best you can do? She'd be better off with Kitty or even, Bob, for that matter!

The movie was baaad! It went on for less than two hours and to me it seemed like three had passed. I don't know whose fault it was but he or she'd better be fired soon. Very soon. Or shot. Just saying...

Robert Pattinson. *sigh*
If it wasn't for him, I would have stopped at the first movie.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

You guys, seriously...

Maybe you have someone close to you who is infected by Twilight-mania. Maybe you don't. Either way, you may have heard about "Breaking Dawn: Part 1" coming soon, to a theatre near you. People, more specifically, teenagers, are getting excited and sometimes hyperventilating from anticipation.
I intend to go and see the movie, but only if my boyfriend agrees to come with me. Wearing his "Buffy staked Edward" t-shirt. I will admit that I, too, fell victim of the whole Twilight hysteria when it was only just beginning. However, being a logical creature, I knew from the start what it was that caused my addiction. It was Robert Pattinson. I blame him for everything! Had it been someone else instead of him, I wouldn't have bothered reading the books or seeing the films. Now I'm glad that I did, because I have formed my own opinion and I can share it with the world! (The world being anyone who may read my blog.)

Let me tell you right now, I have no intention of judging Meyer's style. It appeals to people so that means she's doing something right. Writing books for teenagers isn't a bad thing. When I first started reading (I was about 5) I didn't choose Nietzsche to begin my journey into literature. You start by reading something light and then you proceed to the heavy stuff. True, by the time I was in highschool I had moved to poetry but sometimes it's good to read something less "demanding".

There is, however, a great flaw in Breaking Dawn. I'm sorry but I have to point it out. In most of the book, you are watching your beloved characters prepare for a great battle and you keep smirking because, damn it, I don't care how hot Michael Sheen looks as a vampire, the Volturi are evil and they need to get their asses kicked! So, what does Meyer do? She keeps talking about tactics and how dangerous this is and how the good vampires may all die and she spends too many pages on that, when she finally discovers she will have to kill one of the characters if the battle actually takes place! We can't have that, can we? What can we do instead? Hmmm....

Wait! I know! The crisis will magically go away! Yes, that sounds awesome! Except... No, it doesn't. If one thing could have saved that book... Bloodshed and ass-kicking, would be it. End of story. On the other hand, Bella actually dying could also do the trick.

The movies were all a great disappointment. With the exception of Robert Pattinson, I liked nothing in those movies. Not a thing. Hate me all you want. That Kristen Stewart fails me every time. She looks out of place, her ears pop out even behind the moss that is supposed to be her hair and she seems to be choking a whole lot. A smile on her face is indeed a rare sight and she has all the charm of a dung beetle.

Let's see what this movie has to offer. But I seriously doubt there'll be any surprises. Thank God for Pattinson (mind you, he looks a bit weird in the trailer....)!

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Oh, Sylvia, darling!

Once again, I feel like poetry. To be exact, the spectacular poetry of Sylvia Plath, one of my favourites. This happens to be one of my favourite poems too. Enjoy! (I use fluorescent markers to underline parts that I agree with or simply find interesting in all the books I own. Since I can't use fluorescent markers on the screen of my lap top, I'll just make my favourite lines and verses,red! How clever of me! :P) Do enjoy! And comment, if you'd like. Comments are good.



THREE WOMEN-by Sylvia Plath

A poem for three voices
Setting: a maternity ward and round about

FIRST VOICE:
I am slow as the world. I am very patient,
Turning through my time, the suns and stars
Regarding me with attention.
The moon's concern is more personal:
She passes and repasses, luminous as a nurse.
Is she sorry for what will happen? I do not think so.
She is simply astonished at fertility.

When I walk out, I am a great event.
I do not have to think, or even rehearse.
What happens in me will happen without attention.
The pheasant stands on the hill;
He is arranging his brown feathers.
I cannot help smiling at what it is I know.
Leaves and petals attend me. I am ready.

SECOND VOICE:
When I first saw it, the small red seep, I did not believe it.
I watched the men walk about me in the office. They were so flat!
There was something about them like cardboard, and now I had caught it,
That flat, flat, flatness from which ideas, destructions,
Bulldozers, guillotines, white chambers of shrieks proceed,
Endlessly proceed--and the cold angels, the abstractions.
I sat at my desk in my stockings, my high heels,

And the man I work for laughed: 'Have you seen something awful?
You are so white, suddenly.' And I said nothing.
I saw death in the bare trees, a deprivation.
I could not believe it. Is it so difficult
For the spirit to conceive a face, a mouth?
The letters proceed from these black keys, and these black keys proceed
From my alphabetical fingers, ordering parts,

Parts, bits, cogs, the shining multiples.
I am dying as I sit. I lose a dimension.
Trains roar in my ears, departures, departures!
The silver track of time empties into the distance,
The white sky empties of its promise, like a cup.
These are my feet, these mechanical echoes.
Tap, tap, tap, steel pegs. I am found wanting.

This is a disease I carry home, this is a death.
Again, this is a death. Is it the air,
The particles of destruction I suck up? Am I a pulse
That wanes and wanes, facing the cold angel?
Is this my lover then? This death, this death?
As a child I loved a lichen-bitten name.
Is this the one sin then, this old dead love of death?

THIRD VOICE:
I remember the minute when I knew for sure.
The willows were chilling,
The face in the pool was beautiful, but not mine--
It had a consequential look, like everything else,
And all I could see was dangers: doves and words,
Stars and showers of gold--conceptions, conceptions!
I remember a white, cold wing

And the great swan, with its terrible look,
Coming at me, like a castle, from the top of the river.
There is a snake in swans.
He glided by; his eye had a black meaning.
I saw the world in it--small, mean and black,
Every little word hooked to every little word, and act to act.
A hot blue day had budded into something.

I wasn't ready. The white clouds rearing
Aside were dragging me in four directions.
I wasn't ready.
I had no reverence.
I thought I could deny the consequence--
But it was too late for that. It was too late, and the face
Went on shaping itself with love, as if I was ready.

SECOND VOICE:
It is a world of snow now. I am not at home.
How white these sheets are. The faces have no features.
They are bald and impossible, like the faces of my children,
Those little sick ones that elude my arms.
Other children do not touch me: they are terrible.
They have too many colors, too much life. They are not quiet,
Quiet, like the little emptinesses I carry.

I have had my chances. I have tried and tried.
I have stitched life into me like a rare organ,
And walked carefully, precariously, like something rare.
I have tried not to think too hard. I have tried to be natural.
I have tried to be blind in love, like other women,
Blind in my bed, with my dear blind sweet one,
Not looking, through the thick dark, for the face of another.

I did not look. But still the face was there,
The face of the unborn one that loved its perfections,
The face of the dead one that could only be perfect
In its easy peace, could only keep holy so.
And then there were other faces. The faces of nations,
Governments, parliaments, societies,
The faceless faces of important men.

It is these men I mind:
They are so jealous of anything that is not flat! They are jealous gods
That would have the whole world flat because they are.
I see the Father conversing with the Son.
Such flatness cannot but be holy.
'Let us make a heaven,' they say.
'Let us flatten and launder the grossness from these souls.'

FIRST VOICE:
I am calm. I am calm. It is the calm before something awful:
The yellow minute before the wind walks, when the leaves
Turn up their hands, their pallors. It is so quiet here.
The sheets, the faces, are white and stopped, like clocks.
Voices stand back and flatten. Their visible hieroglyphs
Flatten to parchment screens to keep the wind off.
They paint such secrets in Arabic, Chinese!

I am dumb and brown. I am a seed about to break.
The brownness is my dead self, and it is sullen:
It does not wish to be more, or different.
Dusk hoods me in blue now, like a Mary.
O color of distance and forgetfulness!--
When will it be, the second when Time breaks
And eternity engulfs it, and I drown utterly?

I talk to myself, myself only, set apart--
Swabbed and lurid with disinfectants, sacrificial.
Waiting lies heavy on my lids. It lies like sleep,
Like a big sea. Far off, far off, I feel the first wave tug
Its cargo of agony toward me, inescapable, tidal.
And I, a shell, echoing on this white beach
Face the voices that overwhelm, the terrible element.

THIRD VOICE:
I am a mountain now, among mountainy women.
The doctors move among us as if our bigness
Frightened the mind. They smile like fools.
They are to blame for what I am, and they know it.
They hug their flatness like a kind of health.
And what if they found themselves surprised, as I did?
They would go mad with it.

And what if two lives leaked between my thighs?
I have seen the white clean chamber with its instruments.
It is a place of shrieks. It is not happy.
'This is where you will come when you are ready.'
The night lights are flat red moons. They are dull with blood.
I am not ready for anything to happen.
I should have murdered this, that murders me.

FIRST VOICE:
There is no miracle more cruel than this.
I am dragged by the horses, the iron hooves.
I last. I last it out. I accomplish a work.
Dark tunnel, through which hurtle the visitations,
The visitations, the manifestations, the startled faces.
I am the center of an atrocity.
What pains, what sorrows must I be mothering?

Can such innocence kill and kill? It milks my life.
The trees wither in the street. The rain is corrosive.
I taste it on my tongue, and the workable horrors,
The horrors that stand and idle, the slighted godmothers
With their hearts that tick and tick, with their satchels of instruments.
I shall be a wall and a roof, protecting.
I shall be a sky and a hill of good: O let me be!

A power is growing on me, an old tenacity.
I am breaking apart like the world. There is this blackness,
This ram of blackness. I fold my hands on a mountain.
The air is thick. It is thick with this working.
I am used. I am drummed into use.
My eyes are squeezed by this blackness.
I see nothing.

SECOND VOICE:
I am accused. I dream of massacres.
I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them,
Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives
Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love.
It is a love of death that sickens everything.
A dead sun stains the newsprint. It is red.
I lose life after life. The dark earth drinks them.

She is the vampire of us all. So she supports us,
Fattens us, is kind. Her mouth is red.
I know her. I know her intimately--
Old winter-face, old barren one, old time bomb.
Men have used her meanly. She will eat them.
Eat them, eat them, eat them in the end.
The sun is down. I die. I make a death.

FIRST VOICE:
Who is he, this blue, furious boy,
Shiny and strange, as if he had hurtled from a star?
He is looking so angrily!
He flew into the room, a shriek at his heel.
The blue color pales. He is human after all.
A red lotus opens in its bowl of blood;
They are stitching me up with silk, as if I were a material.

What did my fingers do before they held him?
What did my heart do, with its love?
I have never seen a thing so clear.
His lids are like the lilac-flower
And soft as a moth, his breath.
I shall not let go.
There is no guile or warp in him. May he keep so.

SECOND VOICE:
There is the moon in the high window. It is over.
How winter fills my soul! And that chalk light
Laying its scales on the windows, the windows of empty offices,
Empty schoolrooms, empty churches. O so much emptiness!
There is this cessation. This terrible cessation of everything.
These bodies mounded around me now, these polar sleepers--
What blue, moony ray ices their dreams?

I feel it enter me, cold, alien, like an instrument.
And that mad, hard face at the end of it, that O-mouth
Open in its gape of perpetual grieving.
It is she that drags the blood-black sea around
Month after month, with its voices of failure.
I am helpless as the sea at the end of her string.
I am restless. Restless and useless. I, too, create corpses.

I shall move north. I shall move into a long blackness.
I see myself as a shadow, neither man nor woman,
Neither a woman, happy to be like a man, nor a man
Blunt and flat enough to feel no lack. I feel a lack.
I hold my fingers up, ten white pickets.
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.

I shall be a heroine of the peripheral.
I shall not be accused by isolate buttons,
Holes in the heels of socks, the white mute faces
Of unanswered letters, coffined in a letter case.
I shall not be accused, I shall not be accused.
The clock shall not find me wanting, nor these stars
That rivet in place abyss after abyss.

THIRD VOICE:
I see her in my sleep, my red, terrible girl.
She is crying through the glass that separates us.
She is crying, and she is furious.
Her cries are hooks that catch and grate like cats.
It is by these hooks she climbs to my notice.
She is crying at the dark, or at the stars
That at such a distance from us shine and whirl.

I think her little head is carved in wood,
A red, hard wood, eyes shut and mouth wide open.
And from the open mouth issue sharp cries
Scratching at my sleep like arrows,
Scratching at my sleep, and entering my side.
My daughter has no teeth. Her mouth is wide.
It utters such dark sounds it cannot be good.

FIRST VOICE:
What is it that flings these innocent souls at us?
Look, they are so exhausted, they are all flat out
In their canvas-sided cots, names tied to their wrists,
The little silver trophies they've come so far for.
There are some with thick black hair, there are some bald.
Their skin tints are pink or sallow, brown or red;
They are beginning to remember their differences.

I think they are made of water; they have no expression.
Their features are sleeping, like light on quiet water.
They are the real monks and nuns in their identical garments.
I see them showering like stars on to the world--
On India, Africa, America, these miraculous ones,
These pure, small images. They smell of milk.
Their footsoles are untouched. They are walkers of air.

Can nothingness be so prodigal?
Here is my son.
His wide eye is that general, flat blue.
He is turning to me like a little, blind, bright plant.
One cry. It is the hook I hang on.
And I am a river of milk.
I am a warm hill.

SECOND VOICE:
I am not ugly. I am even beautiful.
The mirror gives back a woman without deformity.
The nurses give back my clothes, and an identity.
It is usual, they say, for such a thing to happen.
It is usual in my life, and the lives of others.
I am one in five, something like that. I am not hopeless.
I am beautiful as a statistic. Here is my lipstick.

I draw on the old mouth.
The red mouth I put by with my identity
A day ago, two days, three days ago. It was a Friday.
I do not even need a holiday; I can go to work today.
I can love my husband, who will understand.
Who will love me through the blur of my deformity
As if I had lost an eye, a leg, a tongue.

And so I stand, a little sightless. So I walk
Away on wheels, instead of legs, they serve as well.
And learn to speak with fingers, not a tongue.
The body is resourceful.
The body of a starfish can grow back its arms
And newts are prodigal in legs. And may I be
As prodigal in what lacks me.

THIRD VOICE:
She is a small island, asleep and peaceful,
And I am a white ship hooting: Goodbye, goodbye.
The day is blazing. It is very mournful.
The flowers in this room are red and tropical.
They have lived behind glass all their lives, they have been cared for
tenderly.
Now they face a winter of white sheets, white faces.
There is very little to go into my suitcase.

There are the clothes of a fat woman I do not know.
There is my comb and brush. There is an emptiness.
I am so vulnerable suddenly.
I am a wound walking out of hospital.
I am a wound that they are letting go.
I leave my health behind. I leave someone
Who would adhere to me: I undo her fingers like bandages: I go.

SECOND VOICE:
I am myself again. There are no loose ends.
I am bled white as wax, I have no attachments.
I am flat and virginal, which means nothing has happened,
Nothing that cannot be erased, ripped up and scrapped, begun again.
These little black twigs do not think to bud,
Nor do these dry, dry gutters dream of rain.
This woman who meets me in windows--she is neat.

So neat she is transparent, like a spirit.
how shyly she superimposes her neat self
On the inferno of African oranges, the heel-hung pigs.
She is deferring to reality.
It is I. It is I--
Tasting the bitterness between my teeth.
The incalculable malice of the everyday.

FIRST VOICE:
How long can I be a wall, keeping the wind off?
How long can I be
Gentling the sun with the shade of my hand,
Intercepting the blue bolts of a cold moon?
The voices of loneliness, the voices of sorrow
Lap at my back ineluctably.
How shall it soften them, this little lullaby?

How long can I be a wall around my green property?
How long can my hands
Be a bandage to his hurt, and my words
Bright birds in the sky, consoling, consoling?
It is a terrible thing
To be so open: it is as if my heart
Put on a face and walked into the world.

THIRD VOICE:
Today the colleges are drunk with spring.
My black gown is a litle funeral:
It shows I am serious.
The books I carry wedge into my side.
I had an old wound once, but it is healing.
I had a dream of an island, red with cries.
It was a dream, and did not mean a thing.

FIRST VOICE:
Dawn flowers in the great elm outside the house.
The swifts are back. They are shrieking like paper rockets.
I hear the sound of the hours
Widen and die in the hedgerows. I hear the moo of cows.
The colors replenish themselves, and the wet
Thatch smokes in the sun.
The narcissi open white faces in the orchard.

I am reassured. I am reassured.
These are the clear bright colors of the nursery,
The talking ducks, the happy lambs.
I am simple again. I believe in miracles.
I do not believe in those terrible children
Who injure my sleep with their white eyes, their fingerless hands.
They are not mine. They do not belong to me.

I shall meditate upon normality.
I shall meditate upon my little son.
He does not walk. He does not speak a word.
He is still swaddled in white bands.
But he is pink and perfect. He smiles so frequently.
I have papered his room with big roses,
I have painted little hearts on everything.

I do not will him to be exceptional.
It is the exception that interests the devil.
It is the exception that climbs the sorrowful hill
Or sits in the desert and hurts his mother's heart.
I will him to be common,
To love me as I love him,
And to marry what he wants and where he will.

THIRD VOICE:
Hot noon in the meadows. The buttercups
Swelter and melt, and the lovers
Pass by, pass by.
They are black and flat as shadows.
It is so beautiful to have no attachments!
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?
Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?

The swans are gone. Still the river
Remembers how white they were.
It strives after them with its lights.
It finds their shapes in a cloud.
What is that bird that cries
With such sorrow in its voice?
I am young as ever, it says. What is it I miss?

SECOND VOICE:
I am at home in the lamplight. The evenings are lengthening.
I am mending a silk slip: my husband is reading.
How beautifully the light includes these things.
There is a kind of smoke in the spring air,
A smoke that takes the parks, the little statues
With pinkness, as if a tenderness awoke,
A tenderness that did not tire, something healing.

I wait and ache. I think I have been healing.
There is a great deal else to do. My hands
Can stitch lace neatly on to this material. My husband
Can turn and turn the pages of a book.
And so we are at home together, after hours.
It is only time that weighs upon our hands.
It is only time, and that is not material.

The streets may turn to paper suddenly, but I recover
From the long fall, and find myself in bed,
Safe on the mattress, hands braced, as for a fall.
I find myself again. I am no shadow
Though there is a shadow starting from my feet. I am a wife.
The city waits and aches. The little grasses
Crack through stone, and they are green with life.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Crush and Burn!!!

So... It's been raining a lot. And it's cold. I don't like it. In fact, I hate it. I'd much rather have snow for a year than rain for a week. My hair is naturally crazy and all this humidity is doing wonders for my head! It's been two weeks since my surgery and my jaw still hurts a little but that's only normal. Oh! And I still have stitches! In my mouth... Yeah, not so cool. But I was never that cool (Well... I am, in my own way. I think...) so who cares anyway?

My topic today... Crushes! (As you might have guessed from the title. Or maybe you thought that it should read "Crash and Burn" and that I don't know how to spell the word. In that case, you were wrong. Ha.) To be more specific, my crushes. But you can add your own and even agree or disagree with me, in a polite comment beloooooow!!! Yes, there is always the option of disagreeing with me. I let people do that. Sometimes.

I almost forgot. The list isn't in the order of preference aaaaaand... it comes with a soundtrack. Yay! It's a cover song by my dear friend George V. and the video was filmed, directed and edited by me. I think the song is beautiful but you don't have to play it if you don't want to.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jj2E-wiQcLE&feature=results_video&playnext=1&list=PLB1C6E016FFEB5C20

1. Gary Oldman
If you ask me who Gary Oldman is, then you must keep in mind the great possibility of my hand reaching out from the screen and slapping you across the face. "Sid and Nancy" may mean nothing to you but there's always "Leon", "Bram Stoker's Dracula" (my personal favourite) and even the Harry Potter movies. Why am I so crazy about him? I don't know. It may have something to do with those intense eyes of his or Dracula's sinister smile. All I know is, he's a fantastic actor and I adore him! I can't even count the times I've dreamt about him when I was in my teens, a time when most girls dreamt about Di Caprio or other cute boys like him. Gary has always been my soft spot. Up to this day, I get a fuzzy feeling just by looking at his picture. (I heart Gary Oldman *swoon*)





2. Matthew Perry

I will admit it. It's the wit. Mostly. It's also his eyes. And the way he moves. To most people, his moves may look awkward but to me, they look very, very graceful. Almost like dancing. But let's be honest. He cracks me up. It's true that girls like guys who have a sense of humour. (Girls who have a fully functional brain, that is. And I'd like to believe I am one of them.) You can't argue that he's cute! Cute, cute, cute, cute, cute! (Alright, I'll stop it because the levels of corniness are getting too much for me to handle. But he's cute. And witty.) I used to be so in love with him, my highschool friends still remember and make fun of me.

"It was summer... and it was hot. Rachel was there... A lonely grey couch... OH LOOK! cried Ned and then the kingdom was his forever. The end."



3. Rupert Grint
Okay, first of all. Who started this rumor that gingers don't have souls? I think it may be the stupidest thing I've ever heard! (That and that being gay is a sin.) Just look at him... The little boy wizard, Harry Potter's best friend. I just a-d-o-r-e him! I do like him better in his other movies though. And I believe he has a lot more to show us than just the flick of his wand. (Wait... Does that... sound wrong... somehow? I didn't mean it...)



4.Gerard Butler

That's the Phantom of the Opera, mister "This is Sparta". I can't seem to find the proper words to describe him right now. He is way too hot for my brain to process. The perfect conclusion to my small list... Wow... Just... Wow.










Feel free to talk about your own crush. I don't mind. (Seriously. Leave a comment. Something to show that you care. Where is the love, people?)

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Everything that can go wrong, will.

I don't know about you, but August has been awful for me. I mean, really, really awful. Effing awful, if I may say so. There I was, one day before my summer vacation, walking home with my boyfriend, when suddenly, two guys attacked us. I managed to get away with just a bump-although, quite big-on my head and my grandmother's cross missing from my neck. It was very expensive too. My boyfriend wasn't so lucky. He ended up in hospital for about two weeks. And his cell phone was gone.

Needless to say, we kissed our vacation goodbye. But I'm not a complete bitch; I figured, since we walked out of it with our lives, what was there to complain about? Murphy's law, my friends...


Horizontal. Yeah, that's what my bottom wisdom teeth look like and let me tell you, I don't want surgery at this time in my life. I actually like my teeth and would very much like to keep them. But the dentist thinks otherwise and has casually mentioned, that my jaw bone will probably have to get broken in order for those teeth to be removed. I'm a tooth freak, if you will. I want them all in my mouth, where they belong. Apparently, I won't have my wish. Still not whining though. That's how awesome I am. (Well, not really but all things considered. I'm doing quite well on the whining scale, don't you think?)


On a lighter note, Doctor Who is back! That got some excitement from my part. It's been a good two episodes so far, right? (Spoilers ahead!!!! Beware!) I wasn't as excited about "Let's kill Hitler" but I was glad to see they didn't really focus on the Hitler part. I was thrilled that Mels didn't stick around! What an annoying companion she would make!

"Night Terrors" had a bit of "The empty child" feeling to it. The creepiness levels were very much to my liking, yes, they were! And that damn nursery rhyme has been stuck in my head for the last two days!

"Tick-tock goes the clock
and what then shall we see?
Tick-tock until the day
that thou shall marry me?

Tick-tock goes the clock
and all the years they fly.
Tick-tock and all too soon
you and I must die.

Tick-tock goes the clock
he cradled her and he rocked her.
Tick-tock goes the clock
even for the Doctor."

Many speculations about the song's meaning, out there in the tangled web. What do you make of it?

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Wow, it's been a while... (Or else, Why do I keep doing this when I have no readers?)

The answer is: because I can.

And I will keep doing this. I have too much "written word" in my head to just keep it locked up in there. But I will keep this one very brief. This is just to point you to the direction of my DA profile. Check it out, if you have nothing better to do. I do appreciate the comments, bad and good equally. They help me get better.

http://hyalma.deviantart.com/

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

On Doctor Who and Spoilers


Ooookaaayyyyy... It's been a while since I let myself look up theories about Amy's pregnancy and what happens next. I learned my lesson. There are people out there... Mean people. People that SPOIL it for me. I was looking at a picture from "The Doctor's Wife" on the Doctor's facebook page (for which I am providing the link, here it is------->http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=227036410643727&set=a.182096918471010.52777.127031120644257&type=1&ref=nf). Now, look at the bottom of the picture. It says that the episode is on soon on BBC America which means that a lot of people hadn't actually seen it at the time the picture was uploaded. Try to count the morons that posted comments on the picture like "It's the TARDIS" or simply just "TARDIS". Morons!!!!!! You are fans of a TV show that has been warning you about spoilers for about two seasons now!!!! Well, I stopped looking at pictures too. It won't be long before I cancel my internet connection if this kind of idiocy goes on. For crying out loud, people!!!! NO SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Having said that, there may be spoilers up ahead, so watch it. I have warned you and it's your choice whether to go on reading or give it up right now and go back to whatever it was you were doing before you stumbled upon this blog. Sooo... What a brilliant season it's been so far! Great villains that Silence! Although, I must admit, a monster that I can forget as soon as I turn my back to it doesn't seem so scary. But try turning your back on the Weeping Angels! Huh? Would you do that? I didn't think so.

Idris was positively adorable!!! As were the Gangers, in my opinion. Except when Jen's mouth started looking like the pit of Hell and then when she turned into a monster and... Let's just say, I didn't really find Jen that great. Any version of her. But I really-and I mean REALLY- love Rory!

Yes, I adore Rory. I don't believe there was ever a moment that I was sceptical about him. Although, he completely won my heart when he... ummm... when he was a centurion. Yeah, I have a thing for men in uniforms. So? I know Rory isn't the primary companion and he tends to fade a little bit, when there's Amy around but he's so cute and trusting and determined to save the ones he loves! You know, my favorite companion is Donna Noble but at this point, I'm kinda torn.

I can hardly wait for the next episode!!!!!!!!!! I think we'll be shocked. I sincerely do. In all fairness, I am already shocked. Amy is having a baby???? What the hell? And Cybermen? Yay!!!!

Oh! Who can tell me why the message was interrupted? And what do we do now?

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Experienced Doctor Who yet?

Well, well... Let's see... It's been almost a week since I got back from London and I still haven't adjusted to my normal life. In Athens. That is not so bad but after a few days in London, I tend to find Athens a bit boring. And especially now, that I have actually stepped through a crack in time!!!

I have my mind set on not giving away too much, in case someone that will but has not yet been to the exhibition drops by. But here's a warning for potential SPOILERS!!!!!!! That's right, there may be SPOILERS ahead. You have been warned, okay? Let's move on.

Seeing as we were staying in Earl's Court, just a few metres from the station to be exact, getting to Olympia 2 was easy and it was a very short ride. That was good because I could barely contain my excitement! We got there alright and we were greeted by a very friendly doorman who directed us to the elevators and told us that the TARDIS was waiting on the second floor.

The second floor was filled with buzzing insects, also known as children, that despite their excitement, managed to behave and were not annoying. The fact that there were so many children there made me wonder if I was acting my age, but the theme from the show brought me to my senses! (If you believe that the presence of children may bother you, try booking tickets for 1 o' clock or later.)

Now, our group consisted of adults, not too many but enough to fit inside a small room with a screen that was showing the trailer for the new season. When the trailer was over, the screen was split in half and we were told to STEP THROUGH THE CRACK IN TIME (!!!!!!!) that brought us to a museum.

And that's all I'm saying! Sorry! I think it's crucial that you don't know what you're going to see and I'm glad that the only video of the experience I found on YouTube didn't show that much. All in all, it was one of the best days of my life because I was inside the Tardis!!!! And the exhibition part was very good too but I wish they would have included the Weeping Angels and maybe the Vashta Nerada. That's all! :)

Monday, February 21, 2011

Doctor Who Experience

February 20th was the opening day. Yes, eventhough pilot day is already in the past, it is now a fact. The DW Experience is among us!

According to the official site, “The Doctor Who Experience is the ultimate Doctor Who adventure. Part immersive experience, part interactive exhibition, providing fun for all the family as well as an educational experience for school groups.

You will be invited to step through a crack in time to become the Doctor's companion on an adventure. Your challenge will be to reunite the Doctor with the TARDIS whilst fending off threats from a Dalek spaceship and Weeping Angels along the way, before exploring the wonders of Doctor Who at an out of this world exhibition.

The Doctor Who Experience allows you to join the Doctor on a journey through time and space, encountering some of the best-loved and scariest monsters from the hit international television series. Special scenes filmed with Matt Smith as the Doctor will combine with amazing special effects and the chance for you to enter a recreation of the modern TARDIS interior.”

I will book my tickets today and I couldn’t be more excited!!! :)

Are you ready?


http://www.doctorwhoexperience.com