The rain

What do you feel when you listen to the falling rain tapping away on the window?

I feel relief.
I feel that everything will be clean and shiny after that.
I feel lucky that I have a warm house to cosy into and listen to the falling rain.

I feel like making a cup of coffee and reading magazines.

Good morning...

And remember, tomorrow is a new week and lousy January will be over for another year.

Grow up

The sole purpose of this post is to make me feel better. I always felt that writing is therapeutic, so now is the time to put this to the ultimate test.

I've always been a good girl, I hate confrontation, and very often in order to avoid it I even lie. If a friend invites me to dinner and I don't feel like going, I might lie in order not to say to the other person "I can't come, because I don't feel like it". Society seems to like this, it's calling these excuses "white lies" or something. But they are shit, mostly because they make people weak, stupid, avoiding confrontation at all cost. So when you actually have to confront something, you cannot because you are not able to, you have never done it.

I have a manipulative person in my life, who has managed to manipulate me into a role that I do not want to assume.

Initially, I could deal with this, because I can deal with everything seemingly, I just grin and bear it.

I now find myself into a situation where it is impossible for me to function, because the role that I am forced to play is not feasible anymore.

The only answer to my problem is to confront this person and explain that I cannot do this anymore. This is the only possible, logical and right thing to do. Yet, I am finding it hard. Why?

All my life, whenever I had to do something like this, I shied away from it, I took another road. I stayed silent and waited for the problem to disappear. Sometimes this worked, sometimes it didn't.

This time, this is definitely NOT going to work; the manipulation is too big.

So I have to speak up. Will I do this?

You fucking better believe I will. Because, maybe now, at the age of 33, it is (maybe; just maybe) the time to finally grow up.

Grow up.
Speak up for yourself.
No one else will.

My dog died

My dog Mourgos died.

He ate poison and died.

Who does this to animals? I don't care why people leave poison around, if it's for fucking foxes or whoever eats their chickens or whatever. You can't do this period. Fucking assholes. I hate them all.

We've lost so many animals like this. Suffering terrible deaths, poor dogs.

This is not a normal country, when nothing works and no one behaves like a civilized person.

Not so much...

it's the movie everyone is talking about: silent but powerful, it is winning awards (including Cannes, Golden globes etc) and is the biggest favourite for the Oscars.

I was very intrigued, and went and saw it on Sunday. Great movie, fun and moving, but nothing to get one's knickers in a twist about, I think. The story is a cliché, done amazingly in the far superior Sunset Boulevard, what remains is the novelty of watching a silent movie in the year 2012. Great acting and recreation of an era, great dog even but really, why the hype?

It's really all been said before... And of course art repeats itself all the time, but no need to do it in such a way...



I;m ready for my close-up Mr de Mille.
Immortal line, immortal movie.

The new year

The new year that came- 2012, leap year. Lucky? Who knows...

The red earth, with crops. Potatoes.

Does it make us feel safe? To have potatoes around.
At least we can eat that, one might think.

Greece is bleeding. People are sad, depressed, frustrated. Confused.

The fear is everywhere. Where is the optimism? Is there any left?

Who knows...

But it's the new year, this must count for something.