Migrating

 'I am not a bad person for doing this, I am not a bad person for doing this...' - this is what I keep repeating myself for being such a bad, bad person and leaving my Blogger blog after so little time. The thing is, I think the WordPress platform suits me more and also it seems like a more 'serious' foundation. I've imported all of my blog posts into my WordPress account, and fortunately, since I didn't have that much traffic, followers etc, I didn't 'lose' much. For the 3 followers that I had here, THANK YOU for reading everything and I hope you'll join me over on the dark  other side! (I might have cookies?)
I will post the link to my new blog below (the title is the same, just the ending is different) - by the way, should I consider the fact that the title wasn't taken a good thing (lucky me?) or a bad thing? (no one else had thought of this original,creative  kind of weird name?)

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Creative moment

Just a quick post. I was browsing through my ' Notes section ' on Facebook and I came across this rather rambly, but poetic (only in my head?) piece of writing I posted like an year ago. I think I was single at the time / probably going through a rough patch / my boyfriend had disappointed me / I was tired of guys. Anyway, I quite like the way it sounds. It's in Spanish, so I'll post the original version and then a translated into English version, although I'm not sure how dramatic will it sound in English.

Yo no sé qué es amar a alguien de verdad. He oído tantas definiciones del amor. ¿ Y el mío? No consigo encajarlo en ninguna. ¿ Será que es defectuoso ? ¿ Habrá que devolverlo mientras sigue en guarantía? ¿ Estoy pasando de él, no lo percibo, o es que está huyendo de mi? ¿ Por qué lo necesito y por qué a veces me basto yo sola para sonreir ? Acaso no sabemos qué hacer de nuestras vidas si no nos convencemos a nosotros mismos que hay que enamorarnos para sentirnos plenos, para que se adjunte a la mitad de nuestro corazón otra? Un turista pasajero,eso es el amor , y nosotros le damos una visa permanente. Ni siquiera sé si habla el mismo idioma que yo. No me gusta el amor. Es demasiado egoista, te pide que cambies, que cierres los ojos ante un camino por el cual sabes que hay que caminar con los ojos abiertos. Y no te da la mano, sólo te empuja a veces, o camina delante de ti para darte un sentimiento de falsa seguridad, pero al acercarte al primer precipicio hay que valerte por ti mismo, él mantiene la cabeza en alto y los brazos cruzados. Te critica si te caes, te mira de reojo,desconfiado, si te levantas.

Querido Amor, ¿ qué es lo que quieres de mi ? No quiero ofenderte,pero...sin duda prescindiría de ti!

Translation:

I don't know what loving someone truly really means. I've heard so many definitions of 'love'. What about mine? I can't seem to enclose it in one. Could it be broken?  Will I have to take it back while it still has its warranty? Am I not seeing it, am I not perceiving it, or is it trying to escape from my grasp? Why do I need it and why am I, sometimes, enough to make myself smile? Can it be that we don't know what to do with our lives if we don't persuade ourselves that we have to fall in love to be complete, that another half has to be attached to our already existing heart? A passing tourist, that's what love is, and we give him a permanent visa. I don't even know if he speaks the same language as I do. I don't like love. It's too selfish, it asks you to change, to close your eyes before an unknown road, that you know deep down you have to walk with your eyes wide open. And it doesn't take your hand, it just pushes you sometimes, or walks in front of you to give you the false feeling of safety, but when you're close to a precipice , you have to make it on your own. He just keep his head up high and his arms crossed. He will criticize you if you fall, he will look at you defiantly if you stand up. 

Dear Love, what is it that you want from me? I don't mean to offend you, but...no doubt I'd gladly rid myself of you.

Film night - 'Magic Mike'

I don't think I've stressed this enough on the blog until now, but I'm a really big film addict. I mostly enjoy comedies, romantic comedies and romance films, but if I come across a good drama or a kick-ass SF now and then, I gladly accept that. Shamefully , I've kind of missed out on a lot of films this year, since it was such an important one, what with the finals and all that, but there's plenty of time to catch up. I enjoy going to the cinema as much as the next person, but I also like to watch movies at home, in the comfort of my own bed. It's not that the film tickets are expensive here, they're about 15 RON (less than 3£) and Orange also has a special discount on Wednesdays - 2 tickets for the price of one. Bargain, I know. Movies used to get here pretty late, they'd premiere and then, 2 months later, our cinema would showcase them. But, lately, we've had a pretty good run, films actually get here in time! (well, about a week or two later, but that's nothing).

So, after reading so much on the internet about this new film , 'Magic Mike', I thought I'd give it a go and see what the fuss was all about. Typically, if I like an actor and his acting style, I'd pretty much watch his entire filmography and see how he gets into character in different roles and whether he's evolving or not. I've seen quite a lot of Channing Tatum's films (the lead actor in the above mentioned film), mostly romantic comedies, and although I can't say he has a real talent (he certainly does not move me to tears), he is charismatic and he's got moves (dance moves, that is). So, there I sat, in the theater, waiting for the black screen to come alive. I didn't know much about the plot , but the words 'stripper' and 'inspired from Channing Tatum's life' kind of painted a picture.

Basically, the film centers around Mike's (Channing Tatum) life - he's a 30 year-old stripper, but not a shallow one, although he has casual sex whenever, does occasional drugs and really likes his alcohol. Deep, deep, deep, deep  down, he's a lonely, emotional guy, with feelings, whose wish is to make enough money to open his own custom furniture business. He becomes the mentor of 19 year-old Adam (Alex Pettyfer), whom he meets on his daily job on a construction site , and introduces him to his stripping club, where Adam becomes the new acquisition and takes Mike's place later on in the finale. Of course, Mike finds a love interest in Adam's sister, Brooke , who eventually makes him 'come to his senses'. Throw in ' the bad guy', Dallas, portrayed by Matthew McConaughey, the owner of the strip club (and also a very talented actor, in my opinion) and you've got yourself a comedy film.

All in all, I'd rate this film as a 5/10. It was quite bad, the only thing I can say I liked were some of Mike's scenes, where he mostly danced, not took his clothes off. Reminded me of his role in 'Step up', which I enjoyed, because the guy's a good dancer. Of course, if you're a strip club regular, jock, or a horny, screaming lady looking to feast her eyes, then yes, this is the right film for you. There's quite a lot of nudity,sex innuendos and visual images related to this, that personally made me laugh because they were far from exciting. I think the more suitable word would be LAME. I can't even think of 5 actually funny scenes from this film, although I suppose there were a few. This film's slogan - ' Funny, sexy, cool...A MUST SEE' - only applies if you're either bored out of your mind or,as a girl, looking for an excuse to watch handsome men undress on a big screen , without your boyfriend minding.

Absence makes the blog grow fonder

The thing I was most afraid of reared its ugly head - I procrastinated! It's been a little under a month since my last post and I promise I have some good reasons why I didn't keep my promise to update frequently. These past few weeks have been chaotic. I still haven't accomplished what I said I would last - signing the tenancy agreement and buying myself a plane ticket - only the last half of it. I am now sure that I will be boarding a flight to Luton Airport on September 14th, thank God! The bad news is..will I have to sleep at the train station?! That's right, I still haven't found a suitable accommodation,my previous plans fell through (again!) and I think I now know how to access the Flats/Houses classifieds section of the Gumtree website with my eyes closed. I don't know whether I'm too pretentious or finding a place to live really is that hard - I'm only asking for a bedroom that's within a reasonable distance (public transport included) from my university campus. I think spending 2 hours everyday (best case scenario) traveling back and forth between Uni and home would not reflect good on my studies, unless buses in England have separate compartments and a powerful laptop socket. Anyway, I promise I'll settle on something as soon as possible - worst case scenario , I can move after?

The reason why I've been so absent, besides my frantic searches, is one much more pleasant. I was on vacation in Greece! I spent 8 lovely days in the Moraitika resort, on the island of Corfu. It was amazing, even so because I had mentally waved goodbye to any vacation possibility this summer. I traveled by car, which can have both upsides and downsides, but 14 hours of driving later and ta-da! I was on the beach, sniffing the breeze and being caressed by the warm sun. We tried to do something different each day, like sight-seeing , museums, bathing in the sun in different resorts etc. I have just returned home this morning at 6 am, and I already miss it. Except for the day I got sick (just once, thank God, my boyfriend was not so fortunate though) from a mysterious stomach bug, flu or insolation , I can consider this one of my best summer breaks so far. I'm still wobbly and tired from the drive, even though I already slept for 6 hours today, so I'll spare you any useless commentaries of my own and leave you with some gorgeous pictures from my trip.

Have a great weekend!

Blue Lagoon, Corfu

Paleokastritsa, Corfu

Ordering pizza in Greece - wrong?

Sunbathing and Cosmo -  only the magazine though

Chicken souvlaki 

Souvenir