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Beware!

Michalis Rakitzis - Energeia

He Is indeed a channel of negative energy. Just awful!

Εμα Γκόλντμαν

«Αν οι εκλογές άλλαζαν οτιδήποτε, θα ήταν παράνομες», 

It ain't easy being green

                        
 Something weird is going on, ya know?

It feels like, I don't have the words to describe it.

In about a weeks time (plus a couple of days) I will be finally submitting my theses. My work over the last 4 years in the lab will be scrutinized extensively, and then (probably on the 4th of December) I will have to endure the torment of the examination/thesis defence (aka, the VIVA).

Anyway.

I can't sleep at night. I can't wake up in the morning (probably due to the sleeping late thing). I'm constantly tired (due to the aforementioned insomnia kind of thing).

And to top it all up, it appears that even thought I havent been leaving the house a lot these past couple of months, I have developed a constant cold that is _just_ driving me insane!

On the bright side, I'll have four days of holidays before I come back and start looking for a job (LOL) and studying for the VIVA.

Cheerio Governor!

Tata

T minus two weeks

As the Land exited the dark and dangerous bosom of night and a new Day began, a victorious Sun was beginning a new adventure through the Aether.

It was a new day. It was a new life.

Our nameless hero was awakened by the first rays of the sun. An eastern window can be both a blessing and a curse. It depends on your mood, and on how the weather is when you wake up. On the day in question however, our hero with no name was in a quite pleasant mood. As I said, the Sun was finally victorious. The clouds and the rain were defeated - for the time, but any day with a bright Sun in the sky, is a day to celebrate!

An so our hero got up, and sat before his writing material to start a new and productive day at work. Its only now just over two week before the deadline, there is a lot to be done, but the time is nigh. Soon the dragon will be sleeping and a young want-to-be-Bilbo-Baggins will be able to go into the the Dragons cavern and find his hard fought treasure.

Mary Schmich - Sunscreen (June 1, 1997)

Mary Schmich
June 1, 1997
Chicago Tribune

"Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.

I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTJ7AzBIJoI

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Writting Excersise II

And so, sitting alone one cold winter morning under a dead willow tree that a saw her. She was so beautiful, the morning sun in her back. She was like a vision from another world. She moved with the airy movement of a dancer, with the grave of a cat.

One moment was enough.

I was in love.

The story unfolded like every such story. With pain and hatred. With tears and a broken heat. Because I was I and she was... Well she was herself and no one can blame her for being honest.

But still. She broke me.