The Girl who didn't know what she wanted (and I dated)

I dated a girl, who literally did not know what she wanted. She kept me hanging on months, to finish her studies to start dating, and then she decides she doesn’t know whether she wants to be in a relationship. This is how one conversation would progress:

Me: Do you want to go out?

Her: I’m so tired

Me: For an hour?

Her: Where.

Me: Chinese.

Her: Which area?

Me: Centre.

Her: They have a Chinese there?

Me: They have Chinese food everywhere!

Her: Hmmm… who are you going with?

Me: With you.

Her: Really?

Me: Would I lie?

Her: Do you lie?

Me: Do I look like I lie?

Her: I don’t know. I’m sooooo tired.

Me: Well do you want some coffee?

Her: You want to go for coffee instead? I thought you said Chinese

(At this point I should have slammed the phone down but I didn’t)

Me: No I mean have coffee to wake up and go to Chinese

Her: Hmmm…

Me: So?

Her: So what?

Me: Chinese?

Her: I’m too tired. Can I let you know?

Me: When?

Her: Later. Tired. Yawn.

By 10pm I still didn’t know what our plans were. When I asked her about it a few days later she said that she feel asleep because she was tired. As if she didn’t mention that in the conversation.

Facebook Eliminations

I have to admit that I have about 50 ‘friends’ on facebook who I don’t even want on, but don’t want to erase them as I still want to see what they’re up to. It’s like spying. So if you are reading this and are my facebook friend and hate me, then please delete yourself, as you’re probably boring anyway. If your life was that interesting I’d be in it, so I wouldn’t need to see what you’re up to either way. Thanks

Different countries send their politicians to Brussels for different reasons. Berlusconi treats the EU Parliament as a fashion show sending the best looking female MEPs on a passarella. France knows that it doesn’t need to control the EU from Brussles, and can easily do it from Paris, so send its unwanted MPs to Brussels before throwing them out of politics. The Poles and Brits want to the out of the EU so send their extreme-Right Wing politicians who are so Right they’re Left… and Cyprus…. Ooof!

With Cyprus, I have never seen such a fuss over the European elections. For three days all we saw were politicians celebrating, and saying they ‘came first’ before the results were already announced. So the EU’s 3^rd smallest nation has 6 seats which means 6 MEPs. Big deal. If they can’t pass laws in their country do they think they’ll pass these laws in Brussels? Heck no. The fuss, the waving of the flags, the speeches, the ceremonies, the interviews, all that over 6 measly seats in the EuroParliament. And the fighting of the parties… Did someone forget to tell them that they are in Brussels for Cyprus, not for the Left of the Right.

Coloured Contact Lenses

I don’t understand why people ware fake coloured coloured lenses. People can tell they’re fake. So why do it? If some (dumb) people can’t tell they’re fake tell you that you have ‘nice eyes’ as a compliment what do you do? Accept the compliment or say ‘they’re fake’ and put you in an embarrassing situation.

Bright Shiny Morning

Probably the best book I read in 2009!
Definately in my top 10 of best books!
Want to know more about it? Google it!

Luxury? You want it? Work for it!

Don’t expect luxury if you’re not prepared to work. I hear all these people throw the word around like a ball and yet they don’t know what it means. They expect someone to come along and give it to them. Who? Their parents? They themselves had to work for it. Some were given vast acres of land and developed it – but most worked hard. Now that the kids grew up in mild laps of luxury (we’re not talking about St. Tropez here, more like a summer house in Protaras) they expect it to continue. Somehow these people still expect money to flow into their wallet. Where from? The banks are bust. The parentals only have X amount. Is someone going to grow €100 bills on trees?

Ultimately now with the recession (which was brought on by bankers’ greed for luxury) it is a luxury to still have a job!

Dreams

My friend P-Lo used to have a dream-catcher in his room above his bed. He said that since he made it (he’s very arty) he hasn’t had a bad dream. So I wanted one. But I didn’t make it. I couldn’t be bothered, I was too busy riding my bike and scraping my knees. Instead I bought mine from a cheap tourist shop in Paphos. Instead of catching the bad dreams they multiplied. Was it a faulty dream-catcher? Who knows? Who cares? Well… I do. So I got rid of the dream-catcher but I still had weird dreams. Since I was a kid I had the strangest types of dreams. And they carried on into adult life.

Usually my dreams are like action movies. I swear, it’s like I’m starring in my own personal blockbuster – too bad it’s made in my head and not in Hollywood where I would be grossing million right now and this blof would received as many millions of hits as I make (Oscar for best actor, soundtrack by Missy Elliot). My dreams mostly involve me running from someone, running to someone or chasing someone. Usually they are black and white and there isn’t much talking, just running, and shouting. It’s a bit like Sin City minus the special effects or the extreme levels of violence. And usually they end before I wake up – which is a shame. It’s like leaving a movie half-way through.

They also analyze what language you dream in; usually English. But a couple of times I has a few foreign-language dreams; in Spanish and once in Hebrew (can't you nominate those for the Best Movie of a foreign languages - more like foreign nature?). And once I think in Italian – or maybe it was my Italian friend waking me up and speaking in Italian, or maybe it was just after having watched the Godfather. Luckily I didn't wake up with a horse's head in my bed. Not that I own a horse, or a little pony! And I think once one of my cameos in my dream said ‘yeia sou’ and then swore in Greek. I think I even had a dream in franglais. But maybe that was after I watched Spanglish. Who knows. I mean it wasn't like I was wide awake. I did have my eyes wide shut!

Most people don’t like hearing about others’ dreams. But I love it. Maybe it’s because I have an over-active imagination… or maybe I just want to hear that people’s dreams are weirder than mine… But as long as you can articulate your dream well, I want to hear it. Usually people’s dreams are more interesting than their real life. When you ask how their day went they’ll tell you about their phone call with their mother or that they ran out of toothpaste. If you ask them what they did at night they’ll tell you about their party at Zoo Lounge. And usually nothing really happens they’re just answering your question. The interesting stuff is the things they volunteer to you. ‘Guess what dream I had…’ and all of a sudden you know that some ridiculous thing happened (although it didn’t because it was dreamed but still…).

What I hate is people telling you what they did and then showing you, usually it’s shopping (girls) or car (boys). Who cares if it comes in silk as well as wool? So your car has leather seats? Big deal? Am I bothered? Am I bothered though? But I do like cars that have the name Saloon – because it reminds me of saloons in the Wild West, which is a bar for cowboys. And what do bars offer? Alcohol. Stories involving alcohol are even more interesting than dreams because they are just as whacky and even better… they actually happened. So fill me up (with your stories and with the booze).

3 years Jewish // 2 Years Kosher

1 June 2009:
3 Years Jewish!
2 Years Kosher!