It's been a really long time. This time I've done it. Stayed out of here for three months. To be honest, I thought about closing the blog, but then again, it can always change character. As I did, in a way.

And guess what: after a big hiatus, I'm shooting once again. This time, dancers.


Growing up part y

When I first started this blog, I was a 19 year old ignorant. In a month or so I'll be 26 and many things have changed since then. I don't think I'll be able to post as much, or find any more followers, but these are things that matter little to me anymore.

Well, the phase that I'm in is all about changes and plans. In 4 months (sounds pretty scary) I'll be free from this island and, by the way, a master degree graduate. And then comes Athens, work, insurance, paying for your own life etc, etc, etc. I can't wait.

"Adult" life is all about choices (or the ones you don't have). Earning enough money to pay my rent will be a whole new exciting experience. I don't know when or how I will achieve this, but, seriously, I can't wait.

I won't bore you with anymore details.


The one I fear the most

You don't usually become a hero once you grow up. And it seems that our generation is full of such expectations.

Here, on my new homely island, I've found a woman. One I sympathize with and, simultaneously, one I don't want to end up like. Tough one, ain't it. Because she's an adorable piece of bull. Open, happy, insecure and fed up. All in one package. And choosing to live alone.

I can relate to many of her characteristics. Seeing her act like she does, I could see a previous version of myself growing up. But I don't think this is me and my future anymore. And this only makes you wonder, did she take the wrong side of the road, or is your own happiness short-lived? I cannot answer to that convincingly right now. But this adorable, rude, drunk, middle-aged mother of five and owner of a high class restaurant triggers my savior instinct. And, considering her case, I feel completely hopeless.

Good night wanderers. And happy new year.



Holy cow, it's been a whole two months since I wrote anything here. Well, no wonder. I've been busy flirting with my new man, doing research work for my thesis, ballet, improvisation, living on the island and anywhere else around Greece. No wonder.

This post is about integrity as a social sign. But, being a barfly has nothing to do with a new sweetheart in the end. It has everything to do about a modus vivendi though. And I'd like to say that what hasn't changed was positive in the end.

Still me.


After Drunk

Well well... For starters, the title is just a joke paraphrasing "After Dark". But it is also a reality because yesterday I most definitely drank a whole vineyard.

I hadn't drank as much since before I started dieting. And the best thing: it was all free. But now, I'm enduring the consequences.

Tomorrow I'm playing and then leaving for Athens. Let's see how that goes...


Pain in the abs

Well, I did say this post was going to be about dance and it won't be that far off. But let's take it from a different aspect.

In the summer, after an intensive contemporary dance workshop (and the load of energy I gave it), some kind of epiphany came on me. Dance has always been with me, even when I wasn't formally training. I'm one of those who choreograph themselves, half drunk, on the way home after dark. Well, if things had gone differently I might have seriously tried to be a dancer, but now, choreographer it is. And that leaves me in a sort of new and exciting and scary situation.

My muscles ache quite frequently, I'm challenging all kinds of dances simultaneously (meaning, I'm doing sloppy pirouettes and even sloppier somersaults, but even that is a huge advancement). And hoping for the best.

I'm that much of an addict, that, even when I leave the island, I find someplace to dance. And of course, I watch hours of ballet and listen to classical music. Etc.

Once again, wish me luck. Because this ain't easy...


Lady with the headache

I'm back.

My life looks nothing like last year for now. I dance every day but otherwise going out at night, drinking, eating, sleeping comes with a program. And that feels quite good. The only thing I cannot handle is studying.

Everything's under control. Well, I can hardly say so for anything larger than myself. But I like that new person and the possibilities it gives to acting outside of my bubble.

And, if love truly is like oxygen, the reason why I'm having headaches can be explained...

I'm getting boring, I know. The next post will be about DANCE


An assessment

It's been a long time and, if I'm not mistaken it's the first time in the history of this blog ( that has discretely become six years old) that I've skipped a whole month. Well, you cannot oblige yourself to write, they say. Plus, I've had a good deal of vacation in between.

I've found a job (maybe two). This for starters. And the politics of the country are going berserk in a good way, if you ask me. Things are changing. Some stay the same but still.

This summer has been rich in experiences, and mostly good. So far, we've had noone to mourn for, and that's the greatest luck one can have. My two cents.

And that's how it is. Tomorrow I'm dj-ing for a local bar in Gastouni, and if all goes well, we'll have a new "confessions on the dancefloor" chapter.

Bisous for now 


And leaving ain't easy...

I am quoting someone else for my title, once again, since I cannot find something more inspiring at this time. I'm in Athens for just a little while and the difference with my usual everyday is more than obvious. I feel like a fish drowning out of the sea here. And this might be a good or a bad thing. 

One for the trouble, two for the bass. A very interesting summer awaits you.  We are in midst of a political crisis, a love paranoia, and a big hand mixing the soup in general.

Even though I do not believe in metaphysics, I can't wait for the things this summer has to offer me. And we'll see...


The best brainwash I ever did to myself...

...was the one when I thought I hated sweets.

Every others result was a disaster.