Tuesday, 27 September 2011
I watched Drive on Saturday,and it was quite a good movie.Well of course I was actually prepared to like it just because of Ryan Gosling-and you may say that doesn't sound right and/or that I'm such a lousy fangirl of his, but I'm not,even though I spent half a day or something staring at his photos. He's just a good actor,and maybe one of my favourites.
You know what? It was amazing how little he talked. He just droooove. And kicked ass. But mostly drove. Well here comes Carey Mullighan. How lucky can she be. Never let me go,then this,then future Miss Mumford. Jealous. And the kiss,oh the kiss. Defo watch the movie. Pleaaase.
So I loved every minute of it -almost- and the soundrack was really nice,but that wasn't even the point of this post.
(At least now you have something personal and spontaneous as well.)
What I really wanted to say was that what the fuck is going on with coincidences? Cause there's definitely something going on. You don't just go out and bump onto the person you liked two years ago and he recognises you even though he didn't back then. You just don't. Or you don't get a message as soon as you touch your phone,even though nobody ever texts you. Or -and this is going a little too far- you cannot NOT be able to receive a certain person's messages for ages. And then you think he's avoiding you,but he's not,not really,and you can't bring yourself to talk to this person because let's face it,he did think of avoiding you deep inside. The whole universe is trying to tell you something and you just don't get it.
Monday, 26 September 2011
I'm kind of doing a research on universities of architecture all around Europe,especially England.For those of you who really do know me,i guess you already know both how much i'd love to be an architect some day,and how much i want to study and live in England. Thing is,this kind of stuff doesn't just happen! Well first of all,the minimum grades universities are asking for are not even that minimum. I can just enter university of Athens or Thessaloniki as well if I get those grades! The fees are quite huuuuge and not what I expected really. I mean, I'm no good with economy and the economic crisis information,plus I had heard that university fees where multiplied by 3 this year but I hadn't analysed it any more than that in my mind. Anyway,here's the tricky part: the portfolio. Here in Greece we don't use portfolios to enter such unis. Along with all the other lessons we take exams on pencil drawing and grammiko(i don't know how this is called in english:P) and we have to practice on those for one or two years. So we literally do NOT practice on any other form of drawing or painting,which is what is being asked in portofolios,and all we've got is whatever we do on our own. But with our educational system,we have barely enough time to breathe every once in a while,let alone paint and sketch and create stuff. So we're doomed.
I think I'm taking this a little bit too seriously,cause if you stop and think about it,there must be LOTS of other greek students in the past that wanted to study architecture in an other country. There must be some way to make it there,right? Anyway. I'm off.
Ps.I've got a tumblr and I'm falling in love with it.
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Earlier today,I told someone to never stop writing on his blog,putting his thoughts into words for the internet world and stuff.Truth is,that is really not the point!You're not writing for others to read, you write mainly to keep your thoughts somewhere safe,like other people do in their diaries.You want to preserve who you actually were at a time.Of course,you're going to say,you knew who you were then,as you do know who you are now,but do you,really?
Personally,sometimes,when I find things I wrote in the past and just re-read them,I find that my opinion on the matter has changed,or that I just don't feel the same way anymore.The reason of the change may vary, from how that situation actually turned out,or just due to age difference,maturity and other experiences.But no matter the reason,you can actually see your own past way of thinking and just go back to the moment you wrote it aaaaall down.
I used to blog a few years ago,until I deleted my blog for a foolish reason-as I say now-but to my 15-year-old me it seemed like the worst thing that could happen at the time.And anyway,I obviously can't return back to 2008 and feel the things I felt,and just by losing the things I wrote,I kind of lose a part of myself.I never kept a diary,and this was my thing.And for the past months,that I've started this blog,I have barely written anything about me.It has almost lost that personal-kinda-feeling you get with blogs.So maybe I've got to start writing again.
Thursday, 8 September 2011
Thursday, 1 September 2011
People always say how you should be yourself. Like yourself is this definite thing, like a toaster or something. Like you know what it is, even. But every so often, I'll have, like, a moment when just being myself, and my life, like, right where I am, is, like, enough. - Angela
Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits right into this empty place in your heart. - Angela