tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24293078925643323232024-03-13T13:07:57.027+02:00Hanging around on planet earthWe are all simple visitors on earth.Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-89097728948794606272012-07-17T10:53:00.000+03:002012-07-17T10:53:08.910+03:00Reluctance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I look around me and I see the accumulation of randomly obtained or picked objects. I have always had this positive characteristic: I fit things together to create a nice matrix, a scenery, an alternative reality. I use what I already have to make a better today. Objects, thoughts and visions pop into my mind and challenge me.<br />
"I am the one, pick me! I will be perfect for this empty corner here."<br />
"Now is the time to use me in an imagery."<br />
"I must be moved! Try putting me in the office instead of the living room"<br />
The challenge is whether or not I will obey these little voices. Will I listen to my subconscious and go with the flow? When I was younger I considered that there is no way to go wrong when you do that, but after rigorous experimentation I discovered this is not 100% true. So in an attempt to minimize mistakes I rationalize. Has any person, living or dead, ever made a good decision by rationalizing? I dare say NOT!<br />
So why does the reluctance to obey the subconscious comes later in life? Is it a phase or will it get stronger by time? Do spontaneous combustions of smartness give way to other useful attributes like............ hm ............... let me think of some....................... Nothing comes to me now but I am sure that there are some. Just like I am sure that life is a wheel, one day you are on top and another you are squashed under it.<br />
Just like I am sure that tomorrow I will create greatness, I will find new ways to criticize me and the things around me. For now I am not sure whether I will always be able to redress mistakes and afford making new ones. <br />
</div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-42232566999449875362012-07-11T12:04:00.001+03:002012-07-11T12:09:11.236+03:00Λυπάμαι<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">για όσα δεν έγιναν και για όσα δεν έπρεπε καν να γινουν.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Λυπάμαι που μόνο εγώ λυπάμαι,<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">που μόνο εγώ το κουβαλάω και ας δεν είχα ποτέ την δύναμη να το ξεκάνω.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline ! important; float: none; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Λυπάμαι που τον θάνατο σου θα συνοδεύουν και άλλα, οικονομικά, πολιτικά, κοινωνικά.</span><br />
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Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-25634310152525487742012-07-10T22:56:00.002+03:002012-07-10T22:59:14.205+03:00USA Independence day αλα Κυπριακά (Part II)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Λοιπόν, τελικά <i>νομίζω</i> ξέρω να διαβάζω και να γράφω ελληνικά. αλλά και να μην ήξερα δεν θα έκανε καμιά διαφορά στο αν θα μπορούσα να διδάξω σε γυμνάσιο ή λύκειο στην Κύπρο. Απ'ότι φαίνετε το μόνο χρειαζόταν για να συμπληρώσω την αίτηση μου, η αλλοδαπή, είναι πιστοποιητικό γνώσης γερμανικών, γαλλικών, ιταλικών ή αγγλικών. Εύτυχώς είχα μαζί μού τα αποτελέσματα εξέτασης TOEFL που έκανα προπολεμικά, αφού έχω μάθει πλέον το μάθημά μου και κουβαλάω ΟΛΟ το χαρτομάνη μαζί μου όποτε θα επισκευθώ αυτούς τους καλοπληροφομένους ανθρώπους. Τώρα όσο αφορά τη νομοθεσία για την υποβολή αυτών τον αιτήσεων, αλήθεια δεν έχω καταλάβει ακόμα τι προνοεί. Αυτό που ξέρω, είναι αυτό που τελικά είναι το πιο σημαντικό. To "take home message" είναι:</div>
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Αν κάτι που σας λένε ακούγετε εξωφρενικό, πιθανότατα να είναι. Βρες λοιπόν ένα γραφείο όπου να συμφώνουν μαζί σου και άσε την ασυναρτησία και την άγνοια να δουλεξουν για σένα (όχι να δουλέψουν εσένα!!!). </div>
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Στο κάτω κάτω το έχουμε ήδη πει, η μόνη ανεξαρτησία σε αυτόν τον τόπο είναι η ανεξαρτησία των κυβερνητικών γραφείων. </div>
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Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-37677869509813124712012-07-05T20:29:00.000+03:002012-07-05T20:31:31.174+03:00USA independence day αλα Κυπριακά (Part I)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">All in all this is a free country. All in all this is an independent country. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It is a country where people can think, work and be part of any political group, religion or way of thinking. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">And after that.... U wake up smell the coffee and face reality...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Τhis is an independent country bound by its affiliations, pacts of collaboration. It would accept any terms of agreement if the prize looks shiny. Just like we do when installing a new (free) software. Once I read one of these terms. It included something like: "surrender your soul", and I still clicked on "ACCEPT"!!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Independence by definition is </span><span id="hotword" style="font-size: small;"><span id="hotword" name="hotword">freedom</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword">from</span> <span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default;">the</span> control</span><span style="font-size: small;">, </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-size: small;">influence,</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-size: small;">support,</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-size: small;">aid,</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-size: small;">or</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-size: small;">the</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-size: small;">like,</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-size: small;">of</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="color: #333333; cursor: default; font-size: small;">others.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Well in the Spirit of July 4th, yesterday I had a day that encompasses the spirit of independence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As you may already now, I graduated recently (last week)! So the aftermath of the war (aka: university studies) includes surrendering your papers to the Education Office so that you get in line to be employed as teachers by the government in 20 years or so. One also needs to take standarized tests for admission in graduate studies, fill forms for scholarships and other time and money consuming things για το καλό μας!! So I went with Meme and our new adopted daughter (aka: the other little fairy, Εδω θέλω να πω ενα Hello στον original fairy) to nicosia na ta kamoume oula mia fora na teleiwnoume!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Λοιπόν που λαλειτε, εκτός του ότι δεν τα εβρίσκαμε ούτε εμείς ούτε το GPS, αμα ρωτήσεις ένα περαστικό το πιθανότερο είναι να σε στείλει αλλού. Δεν υπάρχει περίπτωση να παραδεκτεί την άγνοια του και να σε στείλει να ρωτήσεις άλλον. Αυτό φυσικά προέρχεται και από την επιθυμία του να βοηθήσει, όποιο και αν είναι το κόστος! Independence: Freedom from the help of others</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Τελικά ο μόνος τόπος όπου βρίσκεις πραγματική ανεξαρτησία στην Κύπρο (ίσως και στον κόσμο) είναι <b>μέσα </b>στα κυβερνητικά κτίρια. Πήγαμε που λέτε να καταθέσω το πτυχίο μου. Συμπλήρωσα την αίτηση πήρα μαζί μου τα πιστοποιητικα, original και copy, Χαρτιά που βεβαιώνουν ότι πέρασα ώρες να διαβάζω, οτι πέρασα νύχτες άγρυπνη μαθαίνοντας σημαντικές και ασήμαντες πληροφορίες, έκανα εργασίες και απάντησα παμπολλες ερωτήσεις. Independence is freedom from the control of others. Χαρτία που αποδεικνύουν ότι υπάρχω και ότι γεννήθηκα, διότι <b>αν δεν έχεις γεννηθεί πώς θα γίνεις καθηγήτρια;;;</b>;;;;;; Anw πάω να τα καταθέσω και η πανέξυπνη, υπόδειγμα υπευθηνότητας, κοπέλα μου ανακοίνωσε πίσω από το γυαλί: "Δεν μπορώ να παραλάβω τα χαρτιά σας, διότι φοιτήσατε σε λύκειο άλλης χώρας, αγγλόφωνο, και δεν μπορείτε να διδάξετε στα ελληνικά!" και αφού συμβουλεύτηκε τη συνάδελφο της αποφάσισαν οτι πρέπει να έχω και αποδειξη ότι ξέρω ελληνικά. Το οτι πήγα σε ελληνικό δημοτικό, γυμνάσιο και πανεπιστήμιο δεν μετρά, μόνο στο λυκειο μπορείς να μάθεις ελληνικά. Εφυγα λοιπόν απο το παραθυράκι πικραμμένη, ηττημένη από την τυφλή γραφειοκρατία και σχεδόν κλαίγοντας πήγα πισω στον Meme. Φυσικά κάτι τέττοια δεν περνούν μαζί του. Δεν είναι απο τους ανθρώπους που τα βάζει κάτω ειδικά στο πρόσωπο τέτοιων ασήμαντων αντιπάλων όπως οι γραφειοκράτες. Με παίρνει λοιπόν παραμάσχαλα και βάζουμε πλώρη για άλλα γραφεία. Φυσικά τα πρώτα δύο γραφεία που μας υπόδειξαν ως "υπεύθυνα" για το θέμα μας δεν είχαν καμία αρμοδιοτητα αλλα nonetheless συμφωνούσαν μαζί μας και έβρισκαν παράλογα τα αιτήματα της κοπέλλας πίσω από το γυαλί. Η ανεξαρτησία που λέγαμε... <b>κάθε γραφείο είναι ανεξάρτητο από το προηγούμενο</b>. Τώρα που τα λέμε γιατί είναι πίσω από το γυαλί; Για προστασία; Για αποφυγή της επαφής με τον πολίτη;</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Στο τελευταίο άσχετο γραφείο που πήγαμε ήταν δύο κοπέλλες που συζητούσαν και αφού μας άκουσαν υπομονετικά (τους τα είπε η Κατερίνα απλά και σταρατα!) άρχησαν να παίρνουν τηλέφωνα ψάχνοντας κάποιον αρμόδιο. Οι ίδιες ήταν λειτουργοί υπεύθυνοι για την actual πρόσληψη καθηγητών, στη σπάνια περίπτωση που υπάρχει θέση κενή ΄και δεν κοιτάζουν απολυτήρια λυκείου ή αποδεικτικά γνώσεις της ελληνικης γλώσσας. Και αφού κανένας δεν ήξερε κανένα, και κανένας δεν απαντούσε το τηλέφωνο... η δεύτερη κοπέλλα βγήκε οσάν τον Χριστόφορο Κολόμβο εις αναζήτηση intellectual life μέσα στο κτίριο....</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Θα βρει ή δεν θα βρει; Τελικά <i>ξερω</i> ελληνικά ή όλο αυτό τον καιρό προσποιούμαι και εσυ τώρα στην πραγματικότητα διαβάζεις κινέζικα με γερμανική προφορα;</span></div>
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Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-35457187092717353442012-06-29T08:08:00.001+03:002012-06-29T09:14:20.409+03:00Surviving graduation day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Graduation day feels more or less like every other "Bad" decision I took in my life. I signed up for it without really thinking it through. It turned out to include a load of work I was not prepared for, which i end up doing anyway. I plan and decide and clear out my schedule for it. Put effort, money and time for it, with a devotion that seems mystical. I end up not pleased with the results I get, for something I didn't really want to do and therefore should not care, but I guess that is the price one pays for being a Taurus, you take everything literally and do it professionally.<br />
On the day of the big event (which I have cleared out) I start with my schedule. For this case it was a kind of home spa. All those painful things that we women like doing to ourselves. And I was ahead of schedule, until I wasn't; cuz somewhere along the way I decided I had enough time to clean the house and surf the internet, which resulted in me doing my make-up in the car on the way to Nicosia. BTW Cyprus roads are REALLY bumpy.<br />
There I start ed liking the whole idea and had lots of fun. I saw ppl I care about graduate and smile, reinvented old relationships and remembered in tears how it is I got there in the first place. A special thanks to Meme for being my lighthouse, my strength and so much more. I will not forget last night, it was wonderful. <br />
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If you are about to Graduate and you are a control freak you would probably want to look into the following list. Although I consider myself one and hence I tried to do this by the book, I failed to go through with some of these MUST DO.<br />
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<li>CLOTHES: Naturally you would want to wear something nice. Make sure you give enough time for shopping or picking out the your outfit and having it ready for the day with appropriate shoes and accessories. (I went shopping, didn't pick out something, so I ended up pulling something out of my closet on the spot. FAIL)</li>
<li>TIMEFRAME: When they tell you be there at 6:30, what really happens is that ppl start showing up at about 7!!!!! (Κυπραίοι μανα μου!!) So don't worry about sticking to their rules. 6:30-7:30 we were sitting around, joking, singing <a href="http://youtu.be/5V430M59Yn8">Elvis</a> songs (at least I was!), fixing make up and hair, catching up and most importantly............ wait for it................... GETTING OUR DEGREE. Cuz when you get up there they only give you a huge envelope with a congrats letter. So don't stress about the time, but if you get their soon you'll have fun. (EXCELLENT) </li>
<li>GUESTS: Make sure your friend and family know what time you must be there. The ceremony begins (by my standards) when you march in and take your seat. It's a very nice moment, which they shouldn't miss. Its also a good cuz you get good seats. (FAIL) Its also nice to know where YOUR ppl are sitting and they know where YOU are sitting. That way you have a focal point. (Meme actually came looking for me through the barricade of security!!! EXCELLENT)</li>
<li>FOOD: Since you will be there early and will probably leave last make sure you and your family are fed! We left home at 5:30, which means I was getting dressed since 4:30, and got back home at 11. I had not eaten since breakfast and at some point I felt really bad. Of course you can't get up, go eat and come back!! The best course of action is to get dressed, get your gear ready and go for lunch. You can do make up once you are there. (FAIL) </li>
<li>PICTURES: It's picture time!! This is something that you would want to remember for ever and although you wont forget this night its good to have proof it existed, so pics are the best way to do that. Have someone from the family, or invite a friend that likes taking pictures, even if it is from random ppl and graduates. Its sure that you will know some of them and at some point the law of probabilities says that they will capture you too. After the ceremony make sure they stick around for some hugs and shots with you and your gown. So have empty memory and full battery and .... SMILE. (BIG FAIL, to compensate I will probably to to a professional studio and take some shots)</li>
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</div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-14468515139415152332012-06-21T16:35:00.002+03:002012-06-21T16:36:06.382+03:00Ελληνική ψυχή<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Το pc είχε πάθει κάτι ψυχολογικά, η 3η αγωνιστική δεν σου επιτρέπει να δεις όλους τους αγώνες, ήμουνα και λίγο εκτός και έτσι έκοψα πίσω. Τώρα η πρώτη φάση τέλειωσε, όσοι πέρασαν πέρασαν και πάμε για την επόμενη.<br />
Η μόνη έκπληξη ήταν η Ελλάδα. Κατ'ακρίβεια στοιχημάτισα εναντίων της. Σε μια συζήτηση πάνω μου ειπε (ένας έξυπνος) ότι θα βγει η Ελληνική ψυχή και θα περάσουνε. Εγώ είπα ότι έτσι όπως παίζουν αποκλείεται. Τελικά αμα θέλει η ψυχή το σώμα ακολουθεί. Μπράβο Ελλάδα</div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-60082595918415811522012-06-14T14:49:00.000+03:002012-06-21T16:36:11.031+03:00Ο απών, ο κακός, ο καλός και ο άσχημος<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Απογοητεύτηκαμε πολύ με το παιχνίδι Ελλάδα- Τσεχία! Κυριολεκτικά πονούσε! Η Ελλάδα ήταν τόσο απών που σε μία φάση ο διαιτητής φάνηκε να αποφάσισε να του βοηθήσει και να κερδίσει για αυτους κανένα φάουλ, αφού έπεσε κάτω σε μια 1-1 μονομαχια Ελληνα- Τσέχου. ΟΥΦΟΥ! και μετά να παρακαλαμε να χασει η Τσεχία στο επόμενο παιχνιδι, να κερδίσει η Ελλάδα τη Ρωσία, να βρούμε το τετράφυλλο τριφύλλι και το pot of gold στο τέλος του ουράνιου τόξου για να το σιγουρέψουμε!<br />
Ελλάδα- Τσεχία 1-2 (ουφου!!!)<br />
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Και μετά στο Πολωνία- Ρωσσία με τον 1 πόντο που πήρε η κάθε ομάδα ήταν ότι χειρότερο μπορούσε να συμβεί στην Ελλάδα. Anw Το παιχνίδι ήταν αρκετά καλό. Είδαμε μια πολωνία δυνατη (που δεν είδαμε στο Ελλάδα - Πολωνία, thankfully)<br />
Πολωνία- Ρωσσία 1-1<br />
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Για χάρη λογοτεχνικών αναζητήσεων έχασα το Δανία- Πορτογαλλία, αλλά για να τον Meme να κραυγάσει Goal, Goal, Gooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal. πάει να πεί ότι ήταν nerve wrecking. H Δανία, λέει, ήταν δυνατή και έπρεπε να κερδίσει! άσχημο αποτέλεσμα στο Δανία- Πορτογαλλία 2-3<br />
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Από την άλλη η καλή μας Γερμανία (την οποία τώρα έχω στο στομάχι για άσχετους λόγους) κατάφερε με την καλή της παρουσία να κερδίσει με 2-1 την Ολλάνδία. Από τα 20 τελευταία λεπτά που πρόλαβα να δω πολύ καλό παιχνίδι, sorry I missed it Meme</div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-48358442057471832972012-06-12T12:38:00.000+03:002012-06-12T12:38:30.223+03:00Η νύχτα των διαιτητών<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Έγραψαν ψες οι διαιτητές.<br />
Ο Ιταλός στο παιγνίδι Γαλλία- Αγγλία αδιαφορούσε όταν σκοτώνονταν για να κερδίσουν φάουλ, και καλά έκανε ο ανθρωπος! Πιστεύω ότι οι ποδοσφαιριστές ειναι 2/5 ηθοποιοί και δεν πρέπει να σταματά το παιχνίδι κάθε φορά που πέφτουν κάτω. Το ξέρω ότι πονάτε παιδάκια αλλά σορρυ! δεν γίνεται να πεφτετε, να κοιτάτε γύρω σας να δείτε ποιός έχει κατοχή και μετα να πειτε "Αου" (Yea Parker, εν για σενα που λαλώ!). Το παιχνίδι γενικα ήταν μελοδραματικά συγκαταβατικό (τελικό σκορ 1-1). Οκ εκαταλάβαμεν το ότι νομιζετε ότι ήσαστε φαβορί (ετσι όπως παίζει η Ουκρανία μπορεί και να μείνετε με 2 χειλη καμένα!) αλλά για χάρι του παιχνιδιού έπρεπε να παίξετε. <br />
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Όποιος ενδιαφέρεται για ολόκληρο το μάθημα ας δει το ματς, το μπλογκ
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Guest star στο παιχνίδι έκανε και ο Robinson Crusoe στο πρόσωπο του Xavi Alonso.<br />
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Ουκρανία- Σουηδία 2-1</div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-61038387029092393662012-06-11T00:43:00.000+03:002012-06-11T00:43:50.990+03:00Germans saved the day!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I always knew the Germans had the ability to save the world. Either by plan or mere fortune, they take the right steps towards a better world. The means they find are not always praised (forcing wars, being stubborn, having clear declared positions). Perhaps they should learn from the other great power of the world (their name starts w USA) and make their opponents starve, then look like terrorists, make them fight each other and then just obliterate them. Then nobody would have any problem with it cuz its called defense and saving the world from bad people. Anyway! Portugal -Gemany was a great game. 90+ exciting minutes, each with something to see while holding your breath. Even though we were cheering for Germany, Portugal gave a good fight and their game was perfect (except Ronaldo!). Unfortunately (for them) they were defeated, basically because because their goalkeeper was from LYMPIA! ATTENTION: if you have no idea what Lympia is, consider yourself lucky and make no attempt to google it!!On another note the German hairdresser was better, which was odvious cuz the German's do helped him get the winning goal, while Ronaldo (you know... a tall, weird looking guy that does a lot of commercials...) lost a lot of points on the hair field!<br />
Germany-Portugal 1-0<br />
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I am ashamed to say that I did not watch the whole game between Netherland and Denmark cuz I was making a salad and getting ready to go to dinner. But it seems that the Netherlands were just as caught by surprise by the goal and by the how early in the game Denmark took the lead as I was when I noticed I was going to be late for dinner. No worries the dinner was great. Sorry I can't say the same about the game!<br />
Netherlands- Denmark 0-1 (!!!!!)<br />
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Sunday's games on the other hand went as planned! Spain and Italy put on a good show. I did not know who to cheer for but Italy (as a country) is one of my fav so... But they were both good! when two teams are equally good, i.e the level of the players is the same, football becomes a chess game between the coaches. Strategy, knowing the strengths and weaknesses of your players and the opponents players is the key to winning. That is way Spain was the regina (queen) of the game. They got the Italians running up and down and therefore unable to create goal potential, which is all they need to score. Well, if the result of a game is supposed to reflect who is the best, this game had a fair outcome, they are equally good!<br />
Spain- Italy 1-1 <br />
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Had no idea Croatia was this good at creating goal potential. Their 3 goals tonight are a proof of that. We thoink the Irish play soccer like the American team, both good, but neither pays serious attention to the sport. Plus the game was kinda slow though. I dont know how could I snooze in the middle of a game! I was asleep through the 3rd goal! That is not good!<br />
Croatia- Ireland 3-1<br />
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We have a new logo for the Euro 2012, hopefully we will have it ready tomorrow<br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">C</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">ześć!!</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">from the family </span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">komentatorzy</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">(</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">C</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">ześć=</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">Ciao </span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">and komentatorzy= </span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box"><span style="background-color: white;" title="σχολιαστές">commentators</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps"> in Polish)</span></span></div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-50586287887069300102012-06-09T18:23:00.000+03:002012-06-09T18:30:36.104+03:00Πρεμιέρα!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Αχ τι καλά! Αρχισε επιτέλους! Το περιμέναμε πώς και πώς! Δεν βλέπω γενικά μπάλα, αλλά μου αρέσει ο τρόπος π αυτοί οι θεσμοί ενώνουν τους λαούς! ενώνουν και τις οικογένεις! κάθονται όλοι μαζι βλέπουν το παιχνίδι, βρίζουν σχολιάζουν.... Διότι πάντα έχουμε δίκαιο (εμείς οι cooool τηλεθεατές) και φυσικά ξέρουμε καλύτερα από τον προπονητή, τους παίκτες και τους σχολιαστές. Έτσι και στο δικό μας σπίτι σχολιάζούμε, λέμε τα δικά μας, πανηγυρίζουμε.... Όλα δυνατά! Φυσικά εδώ πρέπει να πω ότι και σε σειρές και ταινίες κάνουμε τις δικές μας παρεμβάσεις αλλά πως να το κάνουμε..... το μουντιαλ και το euro ειναι αλλιώς!!!<br />
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Χτες ητάν καπως απογοητευτικά τα πράγματα! Ιδικά στο παιχνίδι Ελλάδα- Πολωνία :/ Οι έλληνες είχαν κάνει ιδικά μαθήματα με τους "χρυσαυγήτες" και βγήκαν στο γήπεδο έτοιμοι για ματς (kick boxing!). Η αλήθεια είναι ότι το περιμενα από κρητικούς και μανιάτες. Έχουν μια φήμη να διατηρήσουν και στα 20-15 τελευταία λεπτά οι Πολωνοί τους είχαν πήραν χαπάρι και τους απόφευγαν. Βλέπετε η ασφάλεια τους ΔΕΝ καλυπτει κτύπημα από αγανακτισμένο Ελληνα! Και pls καποιος ας πληροφορήσει τον Σαμαρά ότι Δ-Ε-Ν παίζουνε "Αμέρικαν φούτμπολ" όπου το τέρμα είναι 10 πόδια (πρπ 3m) πάνω από το έδαφος!! <br />
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Τελικό αποτέλεσμα= Ελλάδα-Πολωνία: 2-1 το 2ο γκολ οι έλληνες το πήραν με δάνειο!<br />
(κανονικό αποτέλεσμα=1-1)<br />
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Αχ αυτοί οι Ρώσσοι.... Δεν τους θυμόμουν τόσο δυναμικούς και στρατηγικά σωστούς (αλλα πάλι δεν βλέπω και πολύ μπάλα οπόταν δεν μετρά). Καλό παιχνίδι, πάσες, μετρημένοι και άλλαζαν στρατηγική ανάλογα με το πως έπαιζαν οι αντιπάλοι. Coooooool (π λέει κ μια φίλη μ!) Αντε να δούμε πως θα τα πάνε και μετα στους ημιτελικούς ;) Παρόλα αυτά έχω inside info γ το γιατί ήταν τόσο "καλότυχοι" στο γήπεδο: είχαν απαγάγει τον γιό και την κόρη της ΜΠΑΛΑΣ και την απειλούσαν με ξεφούσκωμα αν δεν έμενε κολλημένη στα πόδια τους<br />
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Ρωσία- Τσεχία: 4-1 (κανονικα και με τον νόμο!) <br />
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Άντε να δούμε τι θα δούμε απόψε......<br />
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<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">C</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">ześć!!</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">από τους καλύτερούς </span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">komentatorzy</span></span><br />
<span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">(</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">C</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">ześć=</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">Ciao </span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps">and komentatorzy= σχολιαστές</span></span><span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="pl"><span class="hps"> in Polish: για να τιμήσοουμε τους διοργανωτές!)</span></span><br />
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Never thought that this was true. That if you told a lie your pants will caught fire! But it is! Today I had live proof of it.<br />
This is how it happened. Today I had an encounter on a social network. You know when people start talking to you and they expect that you are all perky and happy 24/7 and of course you are available to chat or video-call and they get all defensive and offended if you actually HAVE a life. Don't get me wrong I like to chat and communicate but not with pushe ppl! So I lied. It was one of those little white lies that mean no harm.. eg. "I am going to the market" when the truth is u are going to the market and then for a coffee but cuz u just know its non of their biz-wax you omit the coffee part. Of course now I am ashamed of my lie cuz I should be able to tell the whole truth without caring how the person will use or interpret the info he gets.<br />
So I said "I ll brb" when I knew the chore would take longer and I omit to mention that I was going to put in a load of clothes. Omittance is just as "truth" as a "true lie".<br />
Anyway....<br />
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MY WASHING MACHINE CAUGHT ON FIRE!<br />
Real fire. I-called-the-fire-department fire.<br />
I had put out the fire when they arrived, but they are the experts so I don't regret calling.<br />
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So was it my lie that provoke my luck and liars do get on fire? In my life I had a lot of incidences of wrong-doing and immediate redemption. Is that person a ΚΑΚΑΟΥΣΚΙΑ? perhaps both and because I want to secure my family's safety and the safety of our property, I will stay away of lies, omissions of the truth and KAKAOYSKIES!<br />
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PS1: BTW the response of the fire department is as immediate as insulin in a
type B diabetic's body. It's there but it's just wondering around, and
get's to the point of interest only with help!! I have two terms for
you: call centers and GPS μανα μου! 112 call centre ppl are not "whoever
has free time or a broken leg gets to answer the phone" kinda people,
they should be able to respond faster than average and can handle panicy
ppl plus provide some kind of advice of what to do while you wait for
help. and GPS! they exist for a reason you know! to help you go where
you are supposed to go fast!<br />
PS2: An another thing: how come people like to stare at destruction??? ppl
all over the neighborhood an the street came over. I don't blame them.
Its an intuitive need to make sure that their terrain is safe but PLS...
u can be polite while you are doing it, cant u?! </div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-76386710657764718872012-05-23T07:41:00.001+03:002012-05-23T07:41:54.595+03:00Surviving my birthday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A few days back I had my birthday. On the exact day of the anniversary of my birth we had a party. An actual cake and and jello and sweets and party-hats party. I had such a party once before when I was six. but this time the celebration was different. We were celebrating life in general, there was joy and love and companionship. It was a special birthday.<br />
Less than a year ago I met my mother. I believe that whatever doesn't suit you in life, you have the divine right to change it, replace it, burn it even. I have changed religion, countries, political parties. I also experimented with my hair-color but decided that my natural color IS a keeper (at least for now!). We have the obligation to form our life to suit us, to be the optimum environment for a happy life, even if sometimes the change comes through pain cuz the old has to make way for the new. So, I have known for a while that my birth mother is not my real mother. She never was. Its not a matter of whether she is a good mother or not, I am too biased to say. But I never looked to replace her, it was not a priority. I though that people can live without mothers. But it turns out having one is a very good idea! Biology knows her stuff, she knows and now I do too, that for the healthy development of a person you have to have a mother. I guess I don't have to explain how mothers are wonderful, most of you probably already know and that is why everybody makes such a big deal out of mother's day. And anyway I am just figuring thing it out now. How to have a mother, how to be a daughter... Its not simple but it's joyous. So my mother, who just got herself a new shiny daughter, wanted to celebrate her. To feel how a girly bday party is. And my mom is wonderful at that, making her wishes true. So there I was, 28yo wearing a birthday hat, blowing out 28 candles, listening to a fairy-tale dedicated to me with a few other adult-children, clowns and fairies! can u imagine? I was there and I can't believe it. <br />
There are so much more I can say about the day. How it was important to me because I also turned in my thesis, how I love my life cuz my husband is my life, my shiny candle in times of darkness. I can and should mention how the fairies and the clowns are amazing και ανεπαναληπτοι, and they too survived my birthday AND the fairy-tale. Of course it goes without say that my mom baked all the sweets and they were dreamy. But I wont go into that. Because birthday is all about the mother, the daughter and life.<br />
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XOXOXO<br />
The fairy-daughter</div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-1137429117444891032012-05-17T07:18:00.001+03:002012-05-17T09:18:17.781+03:00Survivor!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">Surviving is one of our intuitive skills. Finding the way out of a forest, running as fast as we can from a hungry beast (aka boss) is embedded deep in our innermost thoughts. It's actually neither a skill or a talent. Its what we are built to do: survive and create offsprings, Genetic copies of us.Trust me I am a biologist, I know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">And in just three lines I have summarized my life for the past months. I have been surviving, trying to become a biologist and learning how to be an off spring. But all that has ended now. It actually ended on May, 14 (which <span style="color: orange;">coincidentally</span> is my birthday, if you believe in such a trivial concept as coincidence).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Now I am in one piece, have learned from experience (is there any other way to learn???) and ready to share (cuz if you dont share it, it doesn't count.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Therefore, I am back and preparing a couple of surviving workshops/posts, full with tools tips and such.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><br />So good morning new day, good morning new year..... I don't know what challenges you have prepared for me but I am here waiting to make the best out of them</span></div>
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</div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-24642807270742024632012-02-13T21:39:00.000+02:002012-02-13T21:39:11.738+02:00A Name Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">It is one of the main Human forms of communication. We use it to give meaning, define or just pin-point something. Everyone and everything has a name, sometimes more than one. In the circles we enter we can re-invent ourselves by choosing to present themselves with the name we choose. You can have a fb name, a blogger name, your friends call you Mary and your grandma still knows you as Maroula!!!</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">But what is a name and what does it really mean? The Arabs have names longer than trains (4-5 names), the Spanish try to compete (3-4) and other counties give their own meanings. </div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Even if you dont have a tongue twister as a name, your name can still say where you are from. </div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Brian Adams---> England</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">Mixalis HadjiYiannis-----> Cyprus</div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">........... ........akis ------> Crete<br />
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We all have the right to reinvent and make sense of who we are an what we are doing here. That being said, I have to admit that I like my name, Rana. It has always been adequate in describing me and it still is. But out of respect to the blogger world I decided to get myself a screen name... I have noticed that it is an impo factor to the whole page consistency thing so i am taking a leap of faith.<br />
So.... I got to thinking.. What would be my blogger Id? the stronger of all intuitions was a question: WHAT IS YOUR dinosaur NAME? ie if I was a dinosaur what would I be known as? one of my worst quality is that i tend to interrupt ppl while they talk. you see, I am too empathetic for my own good. I really get into the speakers shoes and i know what they want to say! (at least st that is true! the rest its just rude! ) So I am............. The <b>Interruptor</b> <br />
Nice ha! This way, i can have a reminder of what I would like to change in me AND have a cool blog name :) Plus, being a practical Taurus, I know what will i do when I get over my interrupting phase.... I will be: <b>Interruptor X </b> </div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="40" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">T </a>o conclude I would like to quote some of my favorite literature lines, coming from Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare: </div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="40" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="40" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="41" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="42" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="43" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="44" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="45" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">What's in a name? that which we call a rose</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="46" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">By any other name would smell as sweet;</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="47" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="48" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Retain that dear perfection which he owes</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="49" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="50" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">And for that name which is no part of thee</a><br />
<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=2429307892564332323&postID=2464280727074202463" name="51" style="background-color: white; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Take all myself.</a> </div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-69169303025296199942012-01-02T21:10:00.000+02:002012-01-02T21:10:10.308+02:00Ευ αερίζεσθεν<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> Λίγες μέρες πριν την κακήν-κακώς φυγή του 2011 και κάποιους μήνες μετά το Μαρί, ήρθε η ανακοίνωση οτι ΣΤΗΝ ΚΥΠΡΟ ΥΠΑΡΧΕΙ ΑΕΡΙΟ. Όπως μας πληροφορούν πρέπει να κανούμε κολοτούμπες, απανωτά πάρτυ, να ανοίξουμε 5 σαμπανιες (απο τις καλές, δεν θέλω τσιγγουνίες τώρα που βρήκαμε το αέριο) και να περιμενουμε, διότι το χρήμα οπου να 'ναι θα αρχίσει να ρέει.<br />
Γιατι εμένα όμως δεν με καθησυχάζει το γεγονός ότι καθόμαστε κυριολεκτικά πάνω σε 600 000 000 000 ευρώ? Τον υπολογισμό αυτό έδωσε ενας καθηγητής οικονομίας στις ειδήσεις την ίδια μέρa, για τυχόν αυξομειώσεις του αριθμού δεν φέρω καμια ευθύνη, εξάλλου είναι επαγγελματίες στο να κάνουνε το τοσο, τοοοοοοοοοοοοοσο, εκεί που συμφέρει.<br />
Έτσι, ένεκα και των εορτών θέλω και γω να κάνω μια ευχή-συμβουλή: Ευ αερίζεσθεν! Μην ζορίζεστε, μην συγκρατάτε τα .... αισθήματα σας, .... εκφραστείτε ελεύθερα, καθώς μπορεί και να είναι ο μόνος τρόπος που θα επωφεληθει ο κυπριος πολίτης από το αέριο!(το κ με μικρο και όχι κεφαλαιο, διότι με κεφαλαίο είναι το κεφάλαιο!)<br />
Εξάλλου υπάρχουν άμεσα μειονεκτήματα της εσωτερίκευσης:<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Χμμμμ... λαλείς ναν τουτο που φταιεί για της επιλογές που μας έφεραν ως εδώ; για το Μαρί, την κρίση και κατι αλλα που θα φανούν σιγά-σιγά; γιατί ουδέν κρυπτόν υπό τον ήλιο (ή υπό τον Κρόνο, εξαρτάται με ποιόν μιλας!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Εεε γι αυτό αεριστήτε πέρκει σωθούμε, τζαι εσύ (ναι, εν για σενα τον αισιοδοξο που λαλω) εσυ μεν περιμένεις τα ριάλια... μεν καμνεις κωλοτούμπες διότι εν να τσακιστείς τζαι μεν πινείς διότι εν να γίνεις αλκοολικός. Αερίστου, συνέχισε να αναζητάς τρόπους να περνάς καλά με αυτούς που αγαπάς και να εξελίσεσαι</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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How are you this year? I know this is a busy time of the year for you. I am so happy we have this good relationship. I ask, you provide, you enjoy seeing my joy, I enjoy thanking you..... Every year I make a list with eth I would like to have and then they magically appear in my life. I do understand that there is nothing magic about the power of love and will, but it is more cute to put this into the magic realm of the season than the regular, everyday reality.<br />
My list this year consists of little wishes, little stars that i would like to cast upon the heads of the ones I love to take care of them, care for them in times of trouble, provide light in times of difficult choices, warmth when they feel alone, inspiration, wisdom... cuz I am not there for them all the time. Choice, time and distance have come between us in such a way that my presence (physical or inspirational) is either not permitted or called upon.<br />
I know every year my list is all about shoes, clothes and other stuff that would presumably make my life easier but this year my need to protect them from any harm (real or imaginary) exceeds any other.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Something more like this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfT_Iii0JAM/TvMAZDyaIcI/AAAAAAAAACM/v8hy_mIl_Ng/s1600/star.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LfT_Iii0JAM/TvMAZDyaIcI/AAAAAAAAACM/v8hy_mIl_Ng/s1600/star.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">*Baba-Mouneh is my version of Santa. being of a certain age i know that presents are store bought and that the loved ones in our life are the true benefactors. So my Santa (the one that makes my wishes come true) is an actual person, and Baba-mouneh is a variation of the french term Baba Noel (Saint Nic)</div><br />
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</div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-15903861637324107182011-12-20T11:48:00.000+02:002011-12-20T13:20:56.752+02:00Flirting and other extreme sports<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> The following took place between 4am and 4:15am somewhere on the border of Backyard and Pavement, right across the Roses Bush. The events of this tale are not fictional although they have been modified as everything that really happens is digested in order for our little minds to embrace the experience. There are 3 fellows in this tale:<br />
M-> The Man (also known as : husband to R, Cutie, Mr Right, Awesome, Wonderful .....)<br />
W-> Woman (aka: the neighbor who walks up and down the street trying rail in her rebel 10yo daughter)<br />
R-> Rana (aka: the woman that needed surgery to put her jaw back in place)<br />
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M is doing some work in the garden, takin care of the weeds, watering etc. A dozen children are playing in the street as always, using whatever the Gracious Lord has at their disposal: bikes, the neighbor's dog, blocks, wood, weeds anything they can get their hands on, and the mothers as always are desperately trying to handle them.<br />
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W: I want to have your children <i>(and then a strange silense that seemed to go on forever!)</i><br />
R, her jaw dropped, hearing mesmerized what this woman is telling her husband. She is sitting behind the olive tree camouflaged and able to just watch this strange encounter<br />
M: <i>(turns his head to look at the person who disturbed his gardening)</i><i style="font-weight: bold;"> </i>What?<br />
W: It is not fair! you must have a child, or children. You two are free to go out whenever you want without caring about baby sitting and time frames. You are sooooooo quiet! All the rest of us are running up and down to get them to do things. You are so HAPPY! you must have kids to see what this is all about. I must have your children.<br />
Her rumbling seemed to go on and on, not just verbal but with expressions of rage and desperation as if her world was falling apart and there was only this one thread of hope, one thing she felt she must do : see to it that this man has an offspring, for which i cant blame her. Evolutionary speaking, he IS a HUNK, his genes should go into the next generation, just for the sake of humanity. <br />
M: <i>(being as polite as he can be) </i>It is too early for us but we will have kids someday....<br />
R has now pulled herself together and she is waiting; like a lioness awaits for her pray to do one wrong move. But the rest of the scene unfolds quietly. they exchange some regular remarks about the weather and they go back to their business (railing in children and gardening).<br />
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Now to be fair the words "I want to have your children..." were never spoken but it sure as hell sounded like that is what she said from where I was standing. No blood was shed, no hearts were broken but in the course of 15min (and a page long story) we have the illustration of 3 extreme sports: <b>flirting</b> (demonstrated by W), <b>having children</b> (demonstrated by W) and <b>gardening</b> (demonstrated by M). So whatever you might be doing, be aware that it can easily turn into hazardous business, under the wrong circumstances...<br />
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BE WARY!!<br />
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</div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-71607443228329842052011-12-16T10:52:00.000+02:002011-12-16T10:52:26.607+02:00You... You.... You....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">You want life to be easy, friends to come dashing into your life and success to come because you deserve it (and I am pretty sure u do!).<br />
But I believe that we must actively participate in our happiness! Do things that get us to where we want to be or more often where we NEED to be! So i use this motion with friendship and in general with the people around me. In order to make sure that they are here because they want to be close to me and not because it is convenient or they want to fill a void in their life, I test them. I learnt this method from a gorgeous 1 year old gangster that tested everybody around him just to see if their love is enough to keep them patient while he was ripping down the house. So I do the same, almost. I start with small things: send sms, email, im's and wait to see how long it would take for them to respond, then i notice how happy they are if I call them up. Then I move on to more difficult tasks: I ask them to meet at inconvenient hours, bake sth for me "just because". In the rare occasions that someone has survived all this or at least I want to give them the benefit of the doubt (because I selfishly want this person in my life), I give them 1 mission impossible!, something that will have them bent head over heels to do, or at least it seems so for my standards. And then that is it! You are done! you got a pass for the rest of your life!<br />
For the first 20 years of my life I made myself small so that i can fit in the purse of the person I wanted to love me. But I have grown. I have grown so big and shiny and I have a chest full of treasures at your disposal If you choose to stay by me. So i need people in my life to CHOOSE me.<br />
Dont cut yourself short, Shine your light onto everybody but if you did the work then you have the right to choose the people you keep as gems in your life. I am thankful for the handful I have, and they prove to me everyday by bending head over heals, without me asking, that I have what i need.....<br />
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A special thanks to the little gangster cuz anybody can be a teacher <3<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> A new research has shown that eating a piece of chocolate daily lowers the risk for heart disease, high blood pressure and other health issues in women. the research had 10 000 women eat chocolate daily for a long period of time and then they measured results. I could not find the research on line but this website is nice for more info and confirmation </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://myheartsisters.org/2009/05/19/is-chocolate-good-for-womens-heart-health/">http://myheartsisters.org/2009/05/19/is-chocolate-good-for-womens-heart-health/</a> </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now i have a totally scientific concern! in medical research for new drugs a group of the patients are taking a placebo, as control,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> sth that looks like the drug but has no effect on the disease. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but how is the study correct without a placebo, cuz nth tastes, fells, smells like chocolate except chocolate. and then</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> they have forced all these women to eat chocolate daily just to prove a point?? where are the ethics in that? dont you think that it is cruel to MAKE somebody do something sooooooo pleasing every day?? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">so the results are biased. I believe some of the credit needs to go to the feeling of doing sth utterly pleasing! just the thought of eating chocolate everyday makes you feel better (unless you have a rare condition called choc intolerance, poor you). Cant our health become better because we are doing things we love. and if that is not enough we can declare it healthy by our selves!!! If I like drawing I can say: drawing raises the good hormones and lowers heart pressure! now I can draw myself into being happy, because happy is healthy! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So on Saturday when someone calls you up and asks y are you still in bed you can lusciously answer: "I am Snoozing to stay healthy!"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">:) love ya</span><br />
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</span></div>Interruptorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14952902752886991958noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2429307892564332323.post-7554670538029170422011-12-13T12:51:00.000+02:002011-12-13T12:51:51.866+02:00Getting started!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Hey world!<br />
this is me getting started! the truth is I have already "started" long time ago, we all have. but most of us are just not out there, published, known, acknowledged, bare for everyone to see. We hide! In the dark, inside ourselves but at one point we decide to come out. To fill up the world with our grace, charisma and talent! To give! because I know for me that is the only thing that really makes sense.<br />
So I invite you, I invite everybody to read, comment, to celebrate with me! Its on me! My treat :)<br />
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So how Do you get started? how the hell did all the other bloggers decide to start, pick out a name... make it work for them and start... HOW???<br />
I believe you are all brave. they should give out a medal for such kind of bravery! :)<br />
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And yet again I did it! will probably regret it later on, say i cant go through it, second guess my writing, the title eth. But I also know that is ok! it is ok to think things over figure out what you want and do better next time! At least it is ok for me!<br />
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SO.. Thank you for reading... you are welcome to repeat it whenever you want.<br />
And go on celebrating!!!!<br />
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