A while ago, I created a profile on Facebook. In the start, it was mostly for the fun; applications, tests, music, etc. I found some people, some people found me, and that was sweet. BUT, later old schoolmates starting sending out friend requests. Classmates I didn't speak to since 11 or 17 years old. People who didn't give a dime for me, and I didn't care at all about them. I know that they want to be my "friends" just because they are ignorant and arrogant victims of their vain curiosity (like most of the Greeks), but I don't think I'll ever get this idiosyncracy.
People who treated me bad now want to be called my friends. Can anyone give me any other reason than the one I stated above? I was in a private well-known school, and I was the black sheep, because I used to listen to metal music, I used to wear black clothes, and I used to dye my hair black (while I was a natural blonde). No need to mention, that I started the trend, and everyone started dying their hair black. But still, not many people would talk to me. I would talk to even less. I suffered from BPD, no one had a single idea what was going on in my life, but they'd criticize. And these people want to be my friends.
Come on, dudes... Get a life. I did great in my life, but I can't help but wondering... Do you have one?
Friday, 29 August 2008
Saturday, 5 July 2008
It's been a long time since I last wrote on here. No, I didn't forget my blog, I was just thinking. Thinking again and again about many things in my life; people, countries, studies, jobs, hobbies, ways of life.
I've been thinking about people changing. Some people change, some people will never change. We sometimes change without realizing it. It is just a natural sequence. We tend to become either better or worse, but we never remain the same. We are sinking in the sea of our ego and loneliness. We don't understand other people, we don't care about understanding them. We hide behind our masks, and let other people think they know us. But we don't even know ourselves.
I live in Athens, Greece for the last ten months. I haven't got used to it yet. I just hate it. I don't like Greek reality and I don't like most of the Greeks; they're too fake for me. Uff, enough with grumping atm!
It's summer now, I wish I was in Helsinki once again, but this year has been so different. I remember myself on 5th of July, one year ago. I was so so lost. I didn't know what I wanted, who I was. I could only feel hatred, and sorrow. Hmm, I still feel the same, perhaps for different reasons... but this doesn't really matter. Does it? In the end, how have I really changed? Do I REALLY know what I want from my life? Do I REALLY know which people I want in my life? I only know I'd rather live in Helsinki or Tampere, but it seems it's not in my power anymore.
Who knows what is gonna happen in the summer of 2009. I hope I won't still feel hatred for that Scottish bitch. I hope she will be really tortured and regret what she did to me.
Cheers,
EviLiNia.
I've been thinking about people changing. Some people change, some people will never change. We sometimes change without realizing it. It is just a natural sequence. We tend to become either better or worse, but we never remain the same. We are sinking in the sea of our ego and loneliness. We don't understand other people, we don't care about understanding them. We hide behind our masks, and let other people think they know us. But we don't even know ourselves.
I live in Athens, Greece for the last ten months. I haven't got used to it yet. I just hate it. I don't like Greek reality and I don't like most of the Greeks; they're too fake for me. Uff, enough with grumping atm!
It's summer now, I wish I was in Helsinki once again, but this year has been so different. I remember myself on 5th of July, one year ago. I was so so lost. I didn't know what I wanted, who I was. I could only feel hatred, and sorrow. Hmm, I still feel the same, perhaps for different reasons... but this doesn't really matter. Does it? In the end, how have I really changed? Do I REALLY know what I want from my life? Do I REALLY know which people I want in my life? I only know I'd rather live in Helsinki or Tampere, but it seems it's not in my power anymore.
Who knows what is gonna happen in the summer of 2009. I hope I won't still feel hatred for that Scottish bitch. I hope she will be really tortured and regret what she did to me.
Cheers,
EviLiNia.
Monday, 21 January 2008
Injustice in British Universities strikes again
I was talking to a Greek friend of mine recently, and I found out that she experienced a similar experience to mine, when she went to London for postgraduate studies. I cannot name the University, as I am not the involved person, but honestly I wish the ethical corruption was lower in the UK. It is a pity.
Monday, 24 December 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, 28 November 2007
Going back to Epirus!
I'm so excited! Tomorrow morning, I am off to Igoumenitsa, where I spent 3.5 years, as a student! Kali, my best friend from college is coming with me!! It is my graduation ceremony! I have no idea why it is so late (I graduated a bit more than one year ago), but we are going to have fun, like good old days....
Friday, 23 November 2007
People chasing their dreams around the world
Recently, I started thinking about the freedom each one has and if we take good advantage of it.A few days ago, I exchanged a couple of emails with my ex flat-mate, a nice Finn girl. She told me she is going to move to Australia in 1st of January. Wow, this is a big decision for the first day of the new year!
Another girl I know from Norway is setting off to South America for three months...for holiday!
Last night, I talked to a Finn guy I met almost three years ago. He currently works in London, but he is moving around a lot.
Last May, I attended a translation conference, and I met freelance translators from numerous countries, and they all had a thing in common; traveling and living in different countries for long periods of time.
I would like to be able to live in Finland, but something holds me back. I like traveling around, but I want to have my "HOME" where I will be able to come back every time I need some stability or even whenever I run out of money! At the time, "HOME" is my mother's home, as I do not own a home myself.
I admire those who chase their dreams around the world. I would like to include myself in them, but I wonder... Do we travel, because we want to reach something or because we want to escape from something? I feel lonely often, and traveling makes me happy. Does everyone else feel the same?
Monday, 5 November 2007
I want to become a writer!
This is a light post. I am going to write about my dream job!
Since I was a child, I have changed many times my "professional dreams". My favourite careers were various; translator, stock broker, physics researcher, actress, stylist, PR practitioner. They all need you to be accurate, and a tiny mistake may damage your reputation . I have always liked action, and this is why I travel a lot, I talk to hundreds of people, and exchange numerous ideas with men and women of all different ethnic backgrounds and ages.
I have been working as a freelance translator for the last months. It is something that I like for one more reason; I can travel everywhere I want and all I need is my laptop, an Internet connection, and my ATM card to collect the money I earn. But there is no evolution in being a translator.
I write since I remember myself writing. I was writing sketches, poems, even theatre scripts! I never showed them, because I was shy. As I grew up, I was writing articles in newspapers. I enjoyed it a lot. If you are a writer, you can evolve and challenge yourself becoming better every time. You can write about anything, and no one is going to call you an idealist or a liar, because you are free to write about any fantastic hero, place, and time.
I have written some stories which I would like to have published some time, but I don't have the appropriate connections, maybe because I do not know where to search for them! It would be lovely if I could be a writer, and not stick behind a desk at someone's office!
Since I was a child, I have changed many times my "professional dreams". My favourite careers were various; translator, stock broker, physics researcher, actress, stylist, PR practitioner. They all need you to be accurate, and a tiny mistake may damage your reputation . I have always liked action, and this is why I travel a lot, I talk to hundreds of people, and exchange numerous ideas with men and women of all different ethnic backgrounds and ages.
I have been working as a freelance translator for the last months. It is something that I like for one more reason; I can travel everywhere I want and all I need is my laptop, an Internet connection, and my ATM card to collect the money I earn. But there is no evolution in being a translator.
I write since I remember myself writing. I was writing sketches, poems, even theatre scripts! I never showed them, because I was shy. As I grew up, I was writing articles in newspapers. I enjoyed it a lot. If you are a writer, you can evolve and challenge yourself becoming better every time. You can write about anything, and no one is going to call you an idealist or a liar, because you are free to write about any fantastic hero, place, and time.
I have written some stories which I would like to have published some time, but I don't have the appropriate connections, maybe because I do not know where to search for them! It would be lovely if I could be a writer, and not stick behind a desk at someone's office!
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