Birthday on Christmas Eve

It is my birthday, I turn 24. But I think I have this Christmass depression thingy.

I go back, thinking of those Stirling sub-humans who pretend to teach Public Relations, and I freak out again and again. I wish I was a millionaire, send ten lawyers and put all of them in jail. Especially that programme's director. She was the worst of all. I still wonder how you are supposed to teach Public Relations while you make discriminations among your students. I really doubt I will ever get over what she did to me. Some time, I will let everyone know what she is, because I can prove it. Some time, truth will shine, Jacquie L'Etang. Truth and justice will come.

It is extraordinary how people change when they get power in their hands. They destroy lives just for fun! Just because they are able to do it! The worst thing is that I realised quite early one things; if you are good at something, lots of people want to destroy you. I thought that this was mainly the "Greek way", but it is apparently the Scottish way, too. But they even killed William Wallace, so yep, the "Scottish way" is not less 'corrupted' than the Greek one. Memories come to my mind from the days I collaborated with Proz.com. This is a translators' networking site. For some months, I was in the top of the translators' hierarchy, as I had helped many translators to find their way within the labyrinth of their texts, and they started attacking me. They could not stand that a 23-year old girl can actually be much better than people decades older. It is a pity, but also the bitter truth. Since then, I decided to switch to a different career path.

I had given a deadline to myself. "Evi, you should decide what is your next step and what you want to do next year." The deadline is today; and I am happy for having found it, just one week ago. Of course, I will keep following my writing insticts, but I know very well what I want to do, now. This is something.

As I am one year older now, I am thinking through everything I passed since 24th of December of 2006. Lots of stuff; good, bad, happy memories, bitter words, a Scottish hospital where Adrian standed by me with all his means, trips to Finland, Norway, and Hungary, two new friends -Akis and Jukka-, an Internet friend -Anne, and mainly a new cynic self. I realised so much during this year. I admitted so much, and I decided I don't want to make a family!! However, there is a lot more in my heart and in my mind...

To the next 12 months!
Cheers.