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Jul 22 2011

Love in the time of Cholera

I know I’ve left you for a while without a blog post, but someone needs to write those dark and politically incorrect scripts out there, and since none of you is willing to do it, I was left with the dirty work. I’m back, however, and here’s what has bothered me lately.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but not telling me you love me and not reminding me I’m beautiful, doesn’t really make me less attractive or lovable, it just makes you more of an idiot. Isn’t this right?

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May 23 2011

The show must go on

If you have already decided on what you’re doing, then why are you asking me?

When I woke up this morning, I got a phone call from a friend I was supposed to meet in Athens later next week. ‘Hey, when are you coming’? Having discussed this a million times, I kinda thought we had established it, but obviously not quite. ‘Next week, didn’t we say? Next Saturday I’ll be there’. He paused, trying to see how he would say this. ‘Oh… Ok’… ‘Why? Is there a problem’? ‘No, not at all… It’s just that my friends suggested going away for a few days… To an island or something’. I immediately knew where this was going. ‘Ok then, do you want to go, and see each other when you come back’? He rushed to save it. ‘No, no way. I would only go if you were coming later, and I could combine both. I would much rather spend time with you’… Since he sounded the opposite of convincing, I had to double-check. ‘Are you sure? Because I wouldn’t have a problem with seeing my family first and then getting together to do something just a few days later’. He thought about it for a few seconds. ‘Ok! Sounds cool. I’ll see you in two weeks then’! ‘So when are you leaving?’, I asked. ‘Tonight! I’ve already packed my things, the guys are coming to pick me up any minute now, so I have to go, bye’!

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Apr 08 2011

Blog, uncensored

This blog will not be censored. Unless… We can sort out some kind of an agreement.

Today I received a long e-mail from my grandma. Somewhere between telling me what I should eat and not eat and what type of exercise I should do, she dedicated a whole paragraph with things that she didn’t like and wanted different about this blog: ‘In these diary-articles you write so beautifully, you mention sugary, fattening types of food way too often for my liking. All these snacks and candy bars you promote are harmful, and this way of eating is not to be advertised. From now on I expect you to write more about healthy eating and the benefits of exercising. I expect you to use this blog in order to help people achieve a healthy, balanced lifestyle, and of course you should mention your opposition to doctors and mainstream medicine. Don’t be afraid to take sides and please make it clear that a healthy diet can save people from diseases and complications they would definitely like to avoid, in the future. Keep up the good work’.

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Jan 26 2011

A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand

Don’t you people have anything better to do than to come up with crazy diet secrets all the time? Why can’t you just keep those secrets to yourselves for once?

This morning I woke up a bit before usual, so I decided to go to my dance school for an early class, for the first time ever. A few girls I hadn’t seen before were there getting ready as well, so I thought I’d ask about the new class: ‘Have you been to this one before? Is it good’? They all nodded, but one of them gave me a bit more: ‘Yeah it’s really good. But it’s tough. It’s a great workout for the entire body’. I nodded and smiled, unsure of whether I liked the sound of that. ‘If you combine this class everyday, with a balanced diet, you’ll have the results you want, in no time’. I turned and looked at her, surprised. What were the results I wanted? I didn’t even know. How could she? ‘Here’s the secret: Start your day with a juice, and then come here for this class. For lunch have either fish or chicken, and then go for a long walk in the evening, and finish off the day with a salad, or a yogurt’. Just kill me, kill me now, I thought, and went to the classroom for my great workout that was never going to be combined with a balanced diet for as long as I lived.

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Nov 29 2010

You’re being punk’d

I suggest we all start double-checking the numbers we call and text. The addresses we send emails to. The flats we promise pizzas to…

Today I got up to find a text from a friend which said: ‘I’m really sorry. I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me, but I have to at least tell you that I know I was 100% wrong, and that I’m really sorry’. I read it again and again, trying to get what she was talking about, but couldn’t remember anything that had wrong between us. I decided I was that nice of a person that could never hold a grudge, and that I should find it in my heart to forgive her, so I did: ‘It’s fine, don’t worry about it, we all have our bad days. Just don’t do stuff like this to anyone else, because no one out there is as patient and forgiving as I am’. When her reply came, I realised I never run out of credit on my phone when it’s needed: ‘Angeliki, my text was meant to be for someone else, but seriously, you’re so funny’.

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Oct 24 2010

Il Nintendo

Today I spent the whole day with my friend Nina, who is visiting from Edinburgh. We went out for breakfast, had a walk around Milan, and then in the afternoon took the train to go back to Florence. At some point, she turned to me, looked at me very serious and said: ‘Which level are you on’? I looked at her with question: ‘What do you mean’? ‘We’re in a video game, in case you haven’t noticed’, she said, being deeper than ever before.

And then it hit me. Nina was right. We were indeed in a video game.

We got off in Florence. Red and yellow Vespas with matching helmets were trying to get you, and you had to quickly move on the side when they came towards you. A little man was jumping up and down the steps in front of a café, and when he turned to look at us, his t-shirt was saying ‘Luigi’. He all at once stopped, introducing us to one of the game’s heroes.

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Oct 07 2010

The Glimmer Twins

My sister and I always did most things together. We’d hang out with the same people, in the same places, listen to the same music, watch and like the same films. Everybody always thought it was cute until one day one of our friends commented on how he thought this relationship had gone over to the ‘too much’ side, when he saw us listening to our music from the same mp3 player, using an adaptor in order for both sets of headphones to be plugged in the same socket and listen to the same playlist. He said: ‘Ok, this is not normal anymore, this is weird’.

I realised today that it wasn’t at all weird. Or if it was, there’s a lot worse/better/weirder out there.

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