Hunger Games

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away
A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray
Forget your woes and let your troubles lay
And when it's morning again, they'll wash away
Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

Τετάρτη, 25 Ιανουαρίου 2012

Who was she?

 Αυτοτελές κείμενο.





Alice Turner got up from her bed. It was 6:30 a.m. She had to get ready. It was her special day. Everything would have to be perfect.
Alice was only 21. She had a mother named Helen who worked as a nurse at the local hospital. She had an older sister, Lizzie, who was about 28 now. Her sister was her prototype. Always with an A+ in the report card, studied in Law School of Yales. A dream sister and a lovely daughter anyone would have wanted.
Alice tried really hard on her whole life to look like her sister. She studied, studied, studied. She made it to Yales as well, but she studied in Economics, because she thought of it as a more entertaining subject and her mother used to tell to her that it would get her a job for sure.
Last day was her graduation day from Yales.  She was invited to a party, but she could not attend it. Today was her special day you see. The day of her job interview. She would success, she knew. Everything will be perfect, that’s what she kept telling herself. She had loved this company ever since her mother talked to her about it.
‘I’m really proud of you honey,’ her mother said when she got down for breakfast. ‘This suit looks perfect on you. Everything is going to be perfect. Everything. You will do it. And every extra hour, every extra night in this hospital would not have been wasted in vain.’
Alice knew she couldn’t disappoint her mother. She sacrificed everything for her and her sister. She would make her proud. She would make her smile.
She got the train and went to the centre of thw town. It was full of people in suits, with briefcases and cell phones. She would be like them too, one day. Maybe tomorrow she would be like them too. Maybe that would make her mother even more proud of her. And that way she would be more like Lizzie.
She step into the building in which her job interview was held. She was maybe one of the hundreds who wanted this place, the economic advisor. But she would get it. She had to make mother proud.
They called her name. She went to the office of the CEO of the company. She was a lady in a blue suit, with greyish hair and glasses.
‘So Miss Turner, you have an impressive biography here. Hundreds and hundreds of young people want this position. Your skills seem to fit our expectations, but why should we choose you? What makes you different? Tell us, who really is Alice Turner?’ the CEO said.
‘I…well I am… I…’
Alice was stunned. Years of studying and now that? What kind of question was that? It was never mentioned in any kind of book or handbook or anything!
‘I am sorry for wasting your time,’ she said and escaped from there.
She walked in the streets. Lost. Why did this happen? Was she not prepared enough?
And this question kept troubling her mind. Who was she? She was Alice Turner. Yeah. She was Alice Turner. But who was she? What kind of music did she like? Did she even like music? Her mother always used to tell that music would not help her concentrate in studying. And what about books? She never read any of them, only the ones she had to read. She didn’t even had a taste in clothes. Who was she? Was she Alice Turner? Or was she just an automaton that just kept reading to keep her mother in peace?
She was nothing. She was just a failure of her mother’s dream that never came to life. Without making her dreams true, she had to make her kids do it for her.
And now Alice Turner had nothing but a name, a surname and her genetics to identify her.
She sighed. Now it was time to find out who Alice Turner really is.


Δευτέρα, 23 Ιανουαρίου 2012

Selfish

What's with these harsh words of criticism
all I ever did was do what I was told
above and beyond my call of duty even

But the harsh blows of your speech hurt
why did I even ever bother trying to impress you
there's no point in my pride either
all that feeling receives is a judgmental quarrel

My work here is through
emotions and all else fail, so why bother
the corner of the room seems so inviting
crawl away like the pathetic worm I am
off I hide to hinder my wounds and stitch myself together
a self centered bitch has no rank among her foes

Τετάρτη, 11 Ιανουαρίου 2012

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Σκέφτομαι για μία ακόμη φορά να κλείσω το μπλογκ. Πρωτότυπο ε;
Απλά πλέον δεν είναι όπως ήταν παλιά. Έχει καταντήσει μονότονο και εγωκεντρικό καθώς ως επί τω πλείστω είμαι εγώ και γκρινιάζω, γκρινιάζω, γκρινιάζω, το μονόχνωτο και βαρετό εγώ μου. Οι αναρτήσεις μου δεν ξέρω αν έχουν νόημα πια για ‘μένα την ίδια.
Και ξέρω ένα: Fairytales, forgotten or not, are still fairytales. They can never be true. Never.

 Θα δω τι θα κάνω. Ούτως ή άλλως οι αναρτήσεις μου και το διάβασμα άλλων αναρτήσεων είναι αραιές διότι διαβάζω -.-













Send me your flowers of your December,
Send me your dreams of your candied wine.
I've got just one thing I can't give you...
Just one more thing of mine

Κυριακή, 1 Ιανουαρίου 2012

Happy New Year


Ήταν ένα πολύ όμορφο τετραήμερο στην πόλη που αναμένεται να με φιλοξενήσει τα επόμενα 4-5 χρόνια-αν περάσω.
Πέρασα πάρα πολύ όμορφα.
Ήταν υπέροχα.
Μπήκα σε ένα σπίτι στολισμένο με δέντρο και λαμπάκια και κοιμόμουν στο ίδιο δωμάτιο με ένα πρόσωπο που αγαπώ. Και μάλιστα ένα βράδυ ήρθε και το πιο σούπερ τέλειο (και σέξι) σκυλί του κόσμου, η Ντόλι, να μας κάνει παρέα.
Και γνώρισα εκπληκτικά άτομα.
Πρώτα ήρθε ο Σαράντης. Οκέι, ίσως μερικές φορές να είναι stubborn και να παρεξηγεί κάποια πράγματα. Ίσως μου θυμίζει αυτό που έλεγε η Λούνα για την Ερμιόνη, πως η δεύτερη είναι στενόμυαλη. Ωστόσο δεν παύω να το θεωρώ φίλο.  
Μετά γνώρισα τον Τάσο. Μου φάνηκε πολύ καλό παιδί και μου θύμισε τον εαυτό μου, έτσι που έμενε εκτός συζητήσεων που και που. Τον συμπάθησα πάρα πολύ, και ξέρει και μπιρίμπα xD Είμαι σίγουρη πως θα κάνουμε πολύ παρέα όταν θα πάω πάνω και πολύ χάρηκα όταν μου είπε πως με συμπάθησε :D
Μετά ήρθε ο Μιχάλης. Ήθελα τόσο πολύ να γνωρίσω αυτό το άτομο από κοντά. Το είπα και στην Κωνσταντίνα. Χωρίς κάποιο ιδιαίτερο λόγο (ξέρω ‘γω 2 χρόνια παρέα ή οτιδήποτε άλλο) έχω δεθεί πάρα πολύ μαζί του (χωρίς απαραίτητα να ισχύει και το αντίστροφο) και ήθελα να τον γνωρίσω. Μου έχει μείνει η αίσθηση πως δεν τον ‘χόρτασα’ που λέμε, δεν τον είδα αρκετά. Ούτε καν φωτογραφία μαζί δε βγάλαμε :/
Και οκ, η Κωνσταντίνα είναι απλά η Κωνσταντίνα. Πέρασα υπέροχα μαζί της. γελάσαμε, βγάλαμε άκυρες φωτογραφίες, γελάσαμε, μιλήσαμε για χαρακτήρες, για βιβλία, για parodies, για τα πάντα. Και ξέρω πως είναι κολλητή μου και πως θα περάσουμε τέλεια όταν θα συγκατοικήσουμε :D
Και ξέρω πως πέρασα καλά γιατί ένιωθα μοναχικά. Γιατί όταν βγήκαμε από τη Θεσσαλονίκη ήμουν έτοιμη να αφήσω τα δάκρυά μου να κυλίσουν, όπως κυλούσαν οι σταγόνες του πάγου που έλιωνε στο παράθυρο του λεωφορείου. Γιατί ένιωσα ένα σφίξιμο όταν, αφού αγκάλιασα την Κωνσταντίνα για πολύ ώρα και ανέβηκα πάνω, μια συνεπιβάτης μου είπε: «Δε μπορείς να αφήσεις τη φίλη σου ε;». Γιατί ένιωθα πολύ μόνη όταν γύρισα. Γιατί παρότι έχω και εδώ άτομα που αγαπώ, ξέρω πως δεν είναι το ίδιο. Γιατί πέρασα όμορφα. Ήταν τέσσερις μέρες χωρίς σκοτούρες, γεμάτες γέλιο. Γέλιο και φίλους.
Τους αγαπώ. Και θα περάσω εκεί μόνο και μόνο για να γελάω τις περισσότερες μέρες του χρόνου.
Καλή Χρονιά να έχουμε, με υγεία και ευτυχία και να πραγματοποιηθούν όλα μας τα όνειρα και όλες μας οι ευχές.