Pfffff

Here we go again. Here I am again. I am currently watcheing htese crappy movies so that I can cry!!! Yeah stupid! I know but the work psychotherapist told me that i do not reflect my inner feelings on my outside appearance. We only met once and this person thinks that she got me all figuered out. (btw I only attend these sessions to earn the extra bucks, no more). Anyways i decided to start knowing my self better and I wanted to start with the things which piss me off the most.
Last week I did something which I do not normally do - I listened to the radio. WOW!! It was like 7.30 in the morning and I was tuned on the traffic report and at the moment the presenter was asking the correspondent why there was so much traffic on our streets so early in the morning. I though " Oh my God, this cannot be true." I just couldnt believe my ears. People get freaken paid for asking dumb questions and answering them. They could have asked me and they would have had a cheaper and more efficient service. This would be something i would say if i was the presenter:

" Good morning people, I hope you are enjoying being stuck in the traffic this morning and I bet you are asking yourselves while honking your horns why they hack it is taking so long to arrive at work. Well dumb ass its 7.30 in the morning and everybody decided to get on the road at the same freaking time. You don;t have to be a genius to notice that."

Old lady

I am during one of my longest shifts (an 18hour shift) and decided that it was about time after 16 hours, that I should go out for a bit of fresh air and that is when I noticed her.
Her. An old lady sitting alone on her doorstep. Her hair is messy and dirty. Her eyes are filled with solitude, sadness and tears. She kept rubbing her eyes so that no one will notice that she was crying. This is when I realised that although we are trying to promote a society were the family takes care of the elderly, no one is actually doing so. It is only written on paper.

How lonely can it get???

Medieval Riddle

Try and solve this medieval riddle. You can find the answer below but don't cheat!!!

Well, here we go:

"Here lies a child, here lies a father.
Here lies the sister, here lies the brother.
Here lies the wife, here lies the husband.
Yet there are but 2 bodies here."


This riddle is an inscription found on a grave somewhere in Europe dating 1512 (or that's what I was told).

Wanna know the answer?

A child had sex with his mother.
A girl was born from the relationship.
The boy married the girl who was his daughter and sister.

And you say you have a mixed up family!!!

And then there was light, or no?

When you hear the phrase "candle light" the first picture which pops into your mind is having a romantic evening with your better half. In my case it doesn't.

Last night I arrived from work with my blood boiling through my veins from a hard shift and literally bruised while trying my best to keep my cool. Well seeing that with all the adrenaline pumped up in my system I still had the energy to get some work done at home. I thought "Ohh well, the first I'm gonna do is to send those emails I have been planning long ago to send, start my assignment, clean up all the mess in my room accumulated during the exams period and finally I could sit down and relax in front of the T.V. watching my favourite show. Guess what?

I arrived home and found out that half of our town had no electric supply. I live in the dark half obviously!! So my plans where miserably shattered.

No internet = cannot send those emails.

No electricity = cannot switch on the computer to start working on that dreaded assignment (which btw is due Monday)

No T.V. = cannot watch my show

One could say that at least I could clean up my room, all I have to do is light up a few candles. Tried that, been there. It worked obviously but in a way which I did not plan. After a few minutes, I've set on fire loads of papers and I don't wish to end up with my room blazing again. Well, you have to be me believe me. So I ended up on floor in the hallway, reading a book in candle light and it wasn't romantic. Why? I had my dog near me snoring out loudly, very, very loudly (actually i recorded her, snoring I mean), hungry cats shouting outside, teenagers having fun setting on cars' alarms and proud that they will not be caught and the occasional negligent driver going full speed through a ghost town and breaking loudly at every intersection.

Anyways, while I was in the middle of all the snoring, meowing, and breaking, i thought how the hell people could live through centuries without electricity and we cannot even survive for at least 1 night in the dark.

On the plus side though, it was nice for once in a while to have a look at the skies above and actually be able to see the starts.

Social life

and here i am...
its Saturday night and i am at work instead of being out and around enjoying my social life. WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!! social life???? what the heck is that...i don t even have one.
anyways... im here watching My Spy Family and trying to finish my economics assignment in a bid not to fall asleep.
(where are those chocolate cookies?? [searching in process.....] oh here they are yummmmmyyyy)

well, i bid you bye bye from the realm of total boredom.
and till my next entry...cirijow.....

Lost

don't know why but everytime i close my eyes i picture myself standing in the middle of the road (like the ones in New York) with loads of people passing by. i just see their blur and not really the person or their face.
im standing there in the middle of nowhere with many people near me, feeling like a fish out of its water tank. belonging to nowhere........
the thing is that i am not searching for a face i know to comfort me, to tell me that i am not alone and that everything is ok.
i know im not alone
i know everything will be ok at the end of all this
but i am just enjoying the feeling of being all alone in the middle of God knows where, not actually caring about finding my space...
im lost...
im liking it!!!

The Lazy, The Stupid, The Idiot

here I am again with another of my life's anegdode. well let me ask you a question first...
have you ever met with
the most idiotic guy on street?
the most lazy person in town?
the most stupid guy on the island?
the most crazy person in the whole of europe?
the most creepy guy you can only imagine on planet earth?
the most imbecilic person in our galaxy?
the most dullard in the whole universe??????????????

lucky me I did..
Oh boy!!! I really did.
and i regret every millisecond which made part of the second in which i decided to get to know this person.
so let me tell you something about him...
i dont know why (yeahhh right!!!) but he does not have a girlfriend yet and he is 24. he thinks he is mr.universe. everytime we start to chat he comes up with something new about God and the group he is part from. don't get me wrong, i tolerate every religion there is, i dont really mind what my friends believe in as long as they are not harmful to themselves or to the others around them, but pleaaaaaaaase speer me. enough of talking about this group of yours, it makes you sound like a total freak. i have my belives, i am part of the groups i choose to be part my self and dont go about bragging to everyone how great my group is and what everyone to to join in just for the sake of having a large number. well... i dont know if you ever hear Mr. Y, but quality is way more important than quantity.
i don't know why but i cannot brng myself to block this guy even after all the advices my friends and mother give me redarding this pest (O.K. now i am being too gentile). i ont know. i totally hate him and cannot stand him not even on MSN while chatting. But no.................. the marvoulous Tess has to accept to go on for a date with him. and as if in a movie...the sky knew what was coming cause that day (and please it was summer) it was rainging. even the sky and nature where crying for me. he kept on asking these nonsense questions just for the sake of small talk. people i knew where passing by as if not it wasnt enough that i was with this total idiot, i had to be seen with him.
he is really handsome.......oh cmon im kidding. he's hideous. when it stopped raining we went for a walk and half way through it started to rain again and i was completely comfortable with it. i didnt make a fuss, actually i really welcomed the rain. it was the only thing which gave me a fresh breath at that moment. but..........he wasnt good with it. he turned to me with an idiotic stare and asked why i wasnt panicking because my hair was getting wet. oh cmon we are not in a movie for pete's sake. and he actually told me that he bought a shirt for the occassion...so much for being ddesperate. while walking he wanted to have as much breakes as possible. every bench he saw he wanted to sit down and everytime he wanted me to pull him up. it was like going out with an 80 year old man. ohh...wait... 80 year old have walking sticks at least!!!!!!!!!
when we were leaving...after an eternal 4hours, he wanted to kiss me and i nearly pucked at the idea of his lips even touching my cheek, let alone my lips. when i told him no, he obviously asked awhy and i didnt want to tell him that if his lips came near to mine i would actually put (no really, i would really have pucked believe me), i told him i would probably slap him in the face and then he went on blabbing that i would tie him to a nearby crance and so on and started calling me boxer.
............
after dat obvously he wanted to go out again and again and everytime he asked me to go out i would politely decline ( well, i had other plans and non of them involved us, let alone him). well... a couple of months passed without chatting and then one sunny morning Tess (that is me) was so stupid to talk to him again. this time, apart from a boxer, for a reason which i still cannot quite grasp although i hope i would never grasp, he started to call me rambo and denzel washington. this couldnt really be happening to me...

uuuuuuuuuuu.... and btw when i have a personal message saying that i am pissed off, please, oh please dont chat with me and think that everything i am thinking and passing through is about out, cause wake up, it isnt (believe me).
and please, to all of you readers, when you want to chat with someone of your same nationality but do not want to use your mother language, please i beg you, be sure to know the language you opt to use.

well..... better if i stop here or i will be here all day typing and narrating about Mr. Y and belive me it is not worth it.

so for now ... hasta la vista !!