Last Tuesday, somewhere between the 3rd and 4th drink, I took (at last) the decision to move to Brussels.

This was the plan all along, with the only difference being that I don’t have a job, yet. However, it seems finding a job is easier there than here.

The other reason being the following:

Sunday, the 28th of February, it will be 534 days since I came here. Some good, some bad, all of them exciting. Definitely the best days of my life so far. But, as we all know, and please let me get a bit philosophical now, life is a straight line. And last couple of months here felt like doing circles. And the ride wasn’t getting any better.

So, see you later. Even though I’d love to see some faces, I don’t like goodbyes.

I guess we’ll meet! Some of you will be living in cities nearby, and Brussels is next to.. well, everything.

Thanks to all the people I met, even to those that were a bit distant lately. I’m sure it was all my fault.

Good luck,

G

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I know. It took me almost two months to post. Promise I will be posting soon about  e v e r y t h i n g.

For now, I just NEED to post this:

Even though I am supposed to be educated, technology oriented etc etc, I do read horoscopes. (shut up!)

Listen to what mine (Aries) is saying this week:

Perhaps your clear narcissism this time of the year is a response of Mars opposite course (to Leo) that makes you think you don’t interest anyone, neither sexually nor romantically. Or you’re thinking about the futility of romantic relationships after bumping into an Ex: Nothing lasts, Love fades, the end is inevitable. Or is it that you keep thinking more and more that if there is no commitment / pledge, it’s not worth it being with someone? Whatever the problem is, you are ready for the next big step that will change your life – risking nevertheless falling into quicksand. Do you still believe that all that matters is act, action, but not the result?

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When you look at yourself and all you see is a bunch of I-don’t-like’s, then you start to worry.

That’s what I realized recently. My definition of.. “me”, is many I-don’t-like’s.

What do you do when the stuff you hate are more than the stuff you love? What’s next?

Most importantly how do people find the will to “carry on”  with all the shit surrounding them? Wars in middle east, flu, financial crisis, unemployment, Climate Change Conference at CPH a big failure, terrorism, religious fanaticism, racism, still no cure for cancer or HIV.

And then, the little things: Em didn’t go to India, Margit (yo) is still struggling with her personal life, Mel want’s a guy who doesn’t want her and another guy wants Mel but she doesn’t want him.

I MADE YOUR DAY DIDN’T I.

I was planning to write a “Guide to Positivity” post, but at the moment I’m not the best guy for the job.

Paris wore me off. All this royal luxury combined with the stressed, depressed, grim people. The gigantic chaotic stores. All the money. The never-ending UNDERGROUND. Living in Paris should be like 50% of your daytime in the subway. (Especially this subway, the most crappy subway I’ve seen.) I admire people who live in Paris. If I was them I’d been searching for a place to hang myself within about one WEEK. Read Full Story » »

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The title of this post is lame.

Laying on my bed of the Parisian hotel I’m spending some days at with the family, I am going to throw myself in blogging and narrating a bunch of stuff that I wanted to write since many weeks.

I feel like saying that I have began to have a special connection with writing and blogging. Sometimes I just write stuff here to put them in an order in my head, it is a form of therapy, thus the title of the post.

I am not happy now.

First of all, although I can clearly see an upcoming good turn of events, at the moment, I am not feeling so good. This is no surprise, since each year, ever since my source of happiness stopped being a new game-console, I get depressed on holidays. (yes, I know, now you’re going to say: “what’s wrong with you” “depression in the summertime depression in the Christmas holidays”.)
Well, here it goes, each year during Christmas 1/ I am single 2/ I am lonely / left-out / not invited to any good parties (which maybe is indirectly related to 1)

Ok, come on, tell me that being single during christmas isn’t just a big fat SUCK. Well, for me it is.
And what’s up with the general loneliness ? Yes, let’s go there PLEASE.

The other kids are not playing with me mom.

After one year and a half living in France, after many blogposts analyzing behaviors etc etc, here is my profound conclusion:

FRENCH PEOPLE DON’T LIKE FOREIGNERS.

There, I said it.

I won’t even BEGIN to say why and how and where do I base this terrible generalization which is maybe not fair thing to say bla bla bla bla bla.

I’ll just tell you one thing, there are 2 levels of ‘acceptance’.

One, the basic: A foreign state let’s you live and study or work, provides social security, social benefits, services, etc.

Two, Social integration: I am a well-educated, frequently-washed, relatively-presentable, financially-above-average, 26 year old man. I speak three languages including French, my host country’s language. Yet, a big majority of people here, treated me as someone “not as good”, call it inferior, call it whatever you want. I think I begin to understand all those immigrants living in ghettos and refusing to integrate. (although personally I’d choose to get the fuck out of here) (which I am)

Where do you go?

Fate played weird and ‘amusing’ games again. Around November I received this interesting offer for a short-term mission in some agency of the EU. Where? In this far far northern country, with the thousands of lakes where the sun struggles to rise above the horizon during wintertime, land of Nokia and home of Santa Clauss. (Ok I suppose you got it already.)

I spent couple of minutes before deciding to say “YES!”, and being happy I finally was getting my Scandinavian experience started laying the groundwork for living conditions etc

That’s good news!

Seems (once more!) someone or something didn’t want me to go there (so close!). Instead, a last-minute opening in another neighboring country/city I am very familiar with and I almost moved in September (Brussels), was considered more suitable for me.

It is not yet official or ‘done’, so normally I shouldn’t be blogging about it, but what the heck. I feel like saying stuff tonight.

What is the good part in that story?

When one time an EX-GF of mine cheated on me, a friend said “If you don’t leave something when you should, it leaves you instead”. And this is what happened with France. When I took the decision to stay in September, I knew very well it wasn’t “the right thing to do”. I knew I was struggling to prolong a “student” state I didn’t wanna lose. And here’s what happened.

The good part? I’ve kinda hit rock bottom. Now, with hopefully everything going according to plan, I will be soon moving to BRU, for the long-term, trying a new lifestyle as a working single guy there. It can only get better, now with the Christmas being over and all!

I am SURE I forgot something!…

Of course I did. As each time I do. That’s the whole point of it! I can’t say all in one post, it’s impossible! Besides, I’m so tired. Paris is quite big and you have to go up and down the numerous Metro lines several times within a day.

Tomorrow, another kind of therapy: SHOPPING THERAPY! (It works!) And, several other stuff, which I will narrate in the days to follow …

G’night!

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Students who use the verb “work” instead of “study”

Let me try to illustrate:

"WORKING"

ACTUAL WORKING.

Saying “I have to work” in order to pretend you’re busy and productive is not convincing anyone. Unless you’re studying for nation-wide University-entry one-opportunity exams, you have no excuse whatsoever to use the word “work” instead of “HOMEWORK”. Now that I think about it, what you describe as “work” must be some lame-ass project that someone else has already done and all you need to do is GOOGLE IT.

People who act busy

They are everywhere. This phenomena is more intense in more developed countries. Being busy is a trend, it’s a must. Having free time is a no no. Well, fuck off. I spend 10 hours of each of my day in work, I cook, clean, dress, pay my bills, watch 5 series, AND I STILL HAVE FREE FUCKING TIME.

Students who act busy

Subcategory of the previous one. I must admit this is something I discovered here, we don’t have that kind of mania in Greece. Even students of Medicine and Law are not busy back home. Hell, even PHD students doing research in sub-atomic particles are not busy.

Here, “Tourism studies” students happen to be busy. They have “work”. They sleep early, party once or twice a month, and don’t let their personal relationships get into the way of their careers. SMACK MY ASS AND CALL ME JUDY. Stupid pricks.

People that stand in the left lane of the METRO stairs.

Unless you have been in some CAVE for the last past 10 years, you must have heard the news: IF YOU DON’T WANT TO MOVE, STAY ON THE RIGHT, ASSHOLE.

Girls who still think sex is something they have to do in order to please a guy.

Classic example, an-orgasmic chick who goes:

“I am not a slut to have sex every day! If you want to do that go do it with someone else!”

Bet your sorry ass I will ! THIS IS NOT the 1950’s. WAKE UP. GET A LIFE.

Girls who don’t get down on you

Or in other words: SINGLE GIRLS. I rest my case.

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After a long pause in blogging, here I am!

As most of you know, I spent the previous academic year of my life studying in a Business School, located, let’s say, around the Southern France area. And since recently I finished my studies there (oh what an achievement that was LOL) (I can now officially use that paper to WIPE MY ASS) , I decided to let out some steam and narrate some stuff about it.

First of all let me begin by saying that I had the chance to meet few good people over there. You can say whatever you want about “geeks” but until this very day I find it that Computer Literate people are the most “innocent” (kind, not constantly trying to screw you over). Sometimes distant, sometimes weird, anti-social, but always the coolest and least pretentious.

Leaving these and some few exceptions aside, I spent one year between a whole bunch of ASS KISSERS. What I define as the lowest form of life on earth, less decent than a shit-fly that feeds on crap from your toilet.

Oh god. I mean these people would not only kiss but LICK your WHOLE ass just with the hint that you MIGHT have business connections. And when I realized what I was dealing with, I messed with them big-time. I always pretended to be “the poor immigrant who came from the poor country to the advanced (my ass) France in order to find a job in the local supermarket” and watched as they run away from me like I had a disease of some kind. The comments that were made in the Uni about my presence had mostly to do with my nationality and that was about it. I have some cases in which people who started talking to me just like that (to inquire possible stuff they could take advantage of) , after I told them the story they didn’t want to hear, next day pretended they didn’t even know me. I spent one year with these “lovely” people.

POOR BASTARDS! How fun would it be if they knew a bit more about my connections or about the fact that my first salary next month will be the sum of their 12 month internship fee, not even mentioning the $ I was able to spent last year while they were eating TUNA sandwiches and drinking no-name beer.

Yep, my folks were lucky enough to have shitloads of money. This is the main reason I DON’T GIVE A FUCK about ANYTHING, never brag or show off. (I do the opposite)(well maybe except now!). I was taught to appreciate life most of all, and I decided my life moto will be ENJOY LIFE and fuck everything cause tomorrow you may die. As simple as that.

I didn’t hang around with my costume in a SCHOOL, even in a Business SCHOOL, (still a school!) just to make a point.

I didn’t hang around people I DON’T LIKE licking their asses just cause MAYBE TOMORROW THEY GIVE ME A JOB.

I only speak to people if I really like talking with them, and this is why they help me. (good moment to say thanks to those people, although I will come back to that in a separate post)

Cause I have news for you young career ass-kissing business school boys and girls:

PEOPLE UNDERSTAND IT WHEN YOU’RE TRYING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THEM.

Noone is THAT stupid. If they were AS STUPID as you think they are, they wouldn’t have that job position that makes them so attractive to your eyes in the first place.

Anyway, to sum up, I don’t know if I should feel disgust or just sadness for all those people. I mean they’re sad after all. Their whole life is a fucking scenario. They have everything worked out, they LICK their way to the top day after day.

There’s this old 1991 film of Danny Devito that I used to watch it with my dad. And there’s a scene in the film, this one:

This is exactly what the lives of those people remind me. “Whoever has the most when he dies Wins!”. Cause they don’t think about what’s REALLY going on in life. Young people who don’t have fun in their lives. Who don’t fall In love cause it might INTERACT WITH THEIR CAREER PLANS. Who say that they want “experiences” now that they’re young, and what do they do? Travel around random countries posting their photos on Facebook.

Newsflash: Cancer incidents are rising. One day you’re doing your nice life in your nice office in your perfectly calculated life and 6 months later you’re coughing blood and praying to God it’s just a cold.

Peace out

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OK, some days you just wake up from the wrong side of the bed, bad sleep, some stress, a bad haircut, and there you have it.So INSTEAD of putting this all on some random poor friend of mine, I’ll tell you all about THINGS THAT PISS ME OFF. There we go:

1. FRENCH PEOPLE AND THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH ENGLISH

It’s not ENOUGH that they speak English like they have something in their mouths. It’s not enough that they pronounce English words and brands with a French accent. (GOOGLE -> GOOGEULE, PIZZA HUT ->PIZZA U to name a few), but they adopt english words in their daily life in order to PRETEND they can actually speak fucking english.

“CHEWING GUM” , “FEELING” , “COOL” , “YES” . This was the HUGE LIST of English words French people use.

2. CHICKS THAT DON’T EVEN PRETEND THEY’LL PAY FOR THEIR COFFEE ON A FIRST DATE

OK , We all know, no matter where you come from, from the warm Mediterranean to the cold Scandinavia, a guy is supposed to pay at the first date. It’s all good. But what about the chick who doesn’t EVEN do the “I’ll pay” move? I SWEAR TO MYSELF, NEXT TIME I’LL GO ON A DATE WITH A GIRL LIKE THAT, I’LL SAY I DON’T HAVE MONEY AND I’LL ASK HER TO PAY MY BILL TOO.

3. ASSHOLES WEARING SUMMER CLOTHING IN MID WINTER

No further analysis, I rest my case.

4. TRACKSUITS

5. CHICKS THAT YOU MEET ONLINE AND THEIR FIRST WORD IS: “I’M JUST HERE FOR FUN”

I’m convinced. We are talking in “www.meet-and-date-and-have-sex.com” and you are just having fun. What is MORE fun is their first word after you sleep with them. “I can’t believe this went so fast, it’s the first time I do this”.RIIIIIGHT.

6. THOSE WHO SPEND 80% OF THEIR STATUSES TALKING ABOUT HOW DRUNK THEY GET.

WE GET IT. You drink a LOT. You are SO COOL. You are ONLY the 5.234.034.320est person who discovered alcohol and the demanding technique of getting buzzed. NOT ONLY we don’t give a SHIT/FUCK about how much you drunk last night, but you should kinda try to HIDE the fact that you made out with 5 guys during the same night, puked in front of everybody, and don’t even remember how many dicks you sucked before dropping unconscious you stupid cunt/asshole.

7. THE “WOOO” GIRLS ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTZ8S2dAHUU )

They are everywhere. I hate them. Classic examples, American girls and MY NEIGHBOR:  A stupid TWAT that her house parties are 19-yr-old-girl-reunions, where all they do is WOO (the french way, yes they translate that too) for no reason at all.

8. MY NEIGHBOR

Yes, she deserves one category of her own. Being BLONDE, she considers herself SO special around here. Wait to see her with no makeup and high heels like I did one morning as I was going to work (booring) .

This stupid TWAT -as she will henceforth be known- lives at the apartment next-doors, and the only time she tried to establish contact was about MY MUSIC VOLUME. She spends her time either hanging out with her girlfriends (check 7) or bitching in Facebook about how there are no good men anymore bla bla bla.

awww…YOU POOR THING! “I AM BLOND AND YOUNG AND ALL GUYS ARE HITTING ON ME ASKING ME OUT”.

to be continued…

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1.

message: I’m flirting with you, I’m nice.

description: Acting kind and sweet

2.

message: I’m stalking you just to show I’m really interested.

description: Facebooking, texting

3.

message: I’m smarter than you think I am.

description: Semi-offensive, passive-agressive humour

4.

message: I’m better for you but you don’t know it yet.

description: Subtle Irony, patronizing

5.

message: It’s not possible that you’re not interested! (also known as: Denial)

description: Rapid changes of hot/cold behaviors

6.

message: I get it, you’re not interested, but you weren’t that good to begin with. (also known as: Acceptance)

description: Insults, harassing

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Oh, the night is my world, city light painted girl
In the day nothing matters, it's the night time that flatters
In the night, no control, through the wall something's breaking
Wearing white as you're walkin' down the street of my soul

You take my self, you take my self control
You got me livin' only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story's told
You take my self, you take my self control
Another night, another day goes by
I never stop myself to wonder why
You make me to forget to play my role
You take my self, you take my self control

I, I live among the creatures of the night
I haven't got the will to try and fight
Against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it
That tomorrow never comes
A safe night, I'm living in the forest of my dream
I know the night is not as it would seem
I must believe in something, so I'll make myself believe it
That this night will never go

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Oh, the night is my world, city light painted girl
In the day nothing matters, it's the night time that flatters

You take my self, you take my self control
You got me livin' only for the night
Before the morning comes, the story's told
You take my self, you take my self control

I, I live among the creatures of the night
I haven't got the will to try and fight
Against a new tomorrow, so I guess I'll just believe it
That tomorrow never knows
A safe night, I'm living in the forest of a dream
I know the night is not as it would seem
I must believe in something, so I'll make myself believe it
That this night will never go

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
You take my self, you take my self control
You take my self, you take my self control
You take my self, you take my self control...

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When you speak to lots of people, it gets easier to detect “mood trends”. Lately, after autumn kicked in, many people feel a bit depressed, closed to themselves in the personal life area. Funny, it seems the seasons play a role in our social lives more important than one could think.

I’m no exception.

(sidenote:) since the blog started, I always spoke about my personal life, at least between the lines. Unfortunately, given that I am not exactly “anonymous” (most of my frequent readers know who I am, some have met me in person etc etc) I can’t say much. If you’re an old reader, you remember other posts in which the “anonymity” issue troubled me. Being careful in what you write doesn’t help writing. It’s so damn limiting. But I’m kinda sick of it.

I consider myself officially single since July 2008. And regardless of my less or more serious adventures since then, I take it that I have been single all that time.

The city I live in, Aix, is a “flirt-friendly” town, with its numerous students and all. Unfortunately, it’s no more than that.

I have narrated the basic info of my life approximately 5.873 times so far. I think I have memorized the answers so good that sometimes I give the answer even before the other person finishes the question:

“So what are y..” – “Management”

“And wher..” “Athens”

You get the picture.

And I’m growing older. In the sense that, as I wrote in my previous post, I become less patient and I find it more difficult to accept other people’s shit. I’m less tolerant and less compromising. It’s “given” to me, that as I’m growing older I have the right to demand exactly what I’m searching for. (OK I’d need a whole new post in order to describe that!)

I’m also finding it easier to be… alone. On one hand, I want stuff to “happen” to me, on the other, I’m comfortably numb in this single-bachelor-doing-whatever-I-feel-like situation. And now with the work, I have a good excuse for quitting trying: I have no time. (which is not entirely false)

Recently I had a “I stop dating” crisis/resolution. Pfffff, don’t know how much this will last. I am this classic lame “love-at-first-sight” type/thing, easily excited, quickly disappointed. I wouldn’t stop myself from trying my luck to a girl who’s giving me the sweet eyes. Especially after the How I met your Mother craze, with the thought that a moment can change your life blabla, I don’t like to let opportunities slip away.

What I am really going to do, is set the barriers this time. I’m kinda saving myself. Enough of the mindless flirting etc etc. That way I’ll avoid stories that go nowhere, or mean nothing. And maybe that’s what I suggest you too.

We all, more or less, have an internal 6th sense of which story is going to move forward and which not. We know when we really like someone and we feel it when we really likes us back. And I know well that all of you (us?) are looking forward for something “wau”, but what if for a change, we concentrated on ourselves, in a constructive way, in our friends, while keeping our eyes ears and hearts open, in case something really special comes up?

Yeaaaa I know, all this sounds “blahh blabla”. Some of you are complaining inside your heads as you read this, I know. It’s like I’m hearing it in mine.

Easy solution? Live your love life through films and series It’s dysfunctional, but it gets you through the night!

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