tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50303073800809120292024-03-14T03:53:28.057+02:00Maru Loves Lollipops.thoughts on photography, fashion, politics and my own deadlocksMaruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.comBlogger369125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-78510590224805841042016-05-16T17:55:00.002+03:002016-05-16T17:55:21.191+03:00newnessIt'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.<br />
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And guess what: after a big hiatus, I'm shooting once again. This time, dancers.<br />
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Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-68971517042837968842016-02-15T16:45:00.002+02:002016-05-16T17:32:36.595+03:00Growing up part yWhen 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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"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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Good night wanderers. And happy new year.<br />
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Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-87363502299076462602015-12-18T06:27:00.000+02:002015-12-18T06:27:49.972+02:00BarflyHoly 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-6903706257561145202015-10-31T18:20:00.003+02:002015-10-31T18:21:34.825+02:00After DrunkWell 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Once again, wish me luck. Because this ain't easy...Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-73295333887290421312015-09-24T17:27:00.002+03:002015-09-24T17:28:17.379+03:00Lady with the headacheI'm back.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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And, if love truly is like oxygen, the reason why I'm having headaches can be explained...<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Every others result was a disaster.Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-35715018199633674262015-06-17T02:56:00.001+03:002015-06-17T02:56:55.984+03:00I could fall in love..With some blogger I've never known. Some unknown dj who mixes tracks as if he was residing in my head. With overly serious revolutionaries. But never with someone I find boring. Regardless of age, proximity or quality of sex.<br />
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And that, I guess, is a great handicapMaruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-72348121807523018822015-06-17T02:18:00.000+03:002015-06-17T02:18:20.884+03:00MulipisIt's the first time that I miss Patras. For real. Not my friends, not some specific situation. It's atmosphere.<br />
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I don't think that me, not writing all that much here, is a coincidence.<br />
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Truth be told, this small place tends to make us less than full humans. This is how I feel.<br />
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(and the whole album)Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-62918316388863326892015-06-14T19:30:00.001+03:002015-06-14T19:30:30.723+03:00I don't wanna work todayAnd so, I'm doing everything to avoid it.Since it has a deadline in 3-4 hours, though, I guess this is the last thing that I'll do before carrying on with it.<br />
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A very rich month has passed, since I last posted. But I don't have the time to talk about it. Kudos to all of you.<br />
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Well just another self-centered post. But believe me, you've missed the worst.<br />
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PS. I've decided to expand the blogs I read also to music ones. Take a check Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-36767958291446901312015-05-13T22:05:00.000+03:002015-05-13T22:05:16.303+03:00People are leavingand I'm creating. It's been the first good photo I've shot in ages. Just enjoy the bittersweetness.<br />
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Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-22126924759869873592015-04-30T02:39:00.002+03:002015-04-30T02:39:51.935+03:00It's complicated part IDid you ever end up laying inside a sleeping bag in your own home, on your own bed? I have. The story behind this isn't so important (or, I'd rather not talk about it).<br />
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Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-27037173110976592192015-04-11T05:42:00.001+03:002015-04-11T05:42:45.699+03:00A boring easter holiday (or remembering-forgetting)This Easter holiday has been quite uneventful. Syros is beautiful as usual and going to Myconos has been a (mild) experience but, otherwise, nothing really groundbreaking is going on.Hanging on with the same people, having drinks without expectations, sleeping as much as one can, not doing my homework, having a mess of a house that can't fully handle three grown-ups with requirements. And, of course, I'm missing the Gastouni factor. Bad music, great cocktails by the sea, my cousins and the local gossip. Well, that has been an experience I'm not keen on repeating.<br />
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Anyway, that boredom has (curiously) reminded me of one thing. It's been a lot of years since I've been in love with anyone. I think that this actually contrasts with the boredom waves.<br />
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My hopes are on the next week. Happy Easter to all of you.Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-54539950844107829452015-04-07T05:08:00.001+03:002015-04-07T05:09:52.671+03:00Myconoos! toootoorootootootoo <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I could write a book, once again. But there's no need. Hard earned money fits my tranquility right now. Good night to all of you.Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-91289587836477102722015-03-14T16:23:00.002+02:002015-03-14T16:23:48.125+02:00Growing up?I'm 25 now. And when I think that I was 19 when I started this blog, I have mixed feelings. Since then, I've moved to another town (an island, even), finished architecture school and started an Msc, had a tremendous love life (in both senses), and of course, some things remain. Like my friends and my beliefs, and I'm very glad about that. But there's one thing that has been troubling me which ain't recent at all. In the end, are we growing up or down? I've had a moment of clarity yesterday (as I recently do when hung over) where I've realized that, in my case, it's probably down.<br />
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Experience ain't always a good thing, I tell you. At least it isn't, if it's accompanied by assimilation. You are exposed to something, you reject it, and then it happens again and slowly it's part of what you accept. STOP IT WHILE IT'S STILL EASY. Otherwise you'll end up, as your parents predicted, following their steps. Or worse.<br />
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A birthday can always be a day for reflection. Who have I been and what have I done for the last x years? Have the last ones been better than the previous? If not it might be time for change.<br />
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Beware honeybunnies. If I wrote this post yesterday it would be a cream-and-roses- filled delirious and a little bit dangerous romance. But let's use experience to avoid trouble for once.<br />
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Maruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12111672437392906324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5030307380080912029.post-84390329970007626682015-03-01T05:31:00.002+02:002015-03-01T05:31:40.871+02:00Confused and...confusedI'm turning 25 soon and I've never been more confused in my life. But let's start from the beginning of it all.<br />
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Syros is getting warmer and pleasant. One thing I definitely hate in islands (and now, I can say it from experience)is the cold epoch. I mean, snow tempest on an island? It's definitely awful. And when the weather gets pleasant enough to walk around with one (or two) light cardigans, you can't expect but hope for the best.<br />
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What now? Hell, why? Who knows.<br />
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We'll see.<br />
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