saying

I have decided to compose a saying, it seems that these days everybody has a saying, so I have decided to come up with one of my own. Here it is :
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The worst enemy a man can have is a smart woman. (c) krakadil gena.
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Please do comment on the originality of it (e.g probably somebody said it before) and on the clearity of it ! maybe eventually I will put a trademark on it ! yohoooo ;)

away

french is much more pleasant then english! somehow I find it very melodic and it uses loaads of RRRRR, like bonjourrrrrr ... merrrrsii .... rather then the british pronunciation where r is not used ... nevertheless, all the simple words which come to my mind when I need them are in Italian and I can not say a word in French ... embarrrrrrrrassing ! :)

Paris - Cat

Is anybody interested in a cat ? It was on sale in Paris for only 1080euros ! Credit crunch, what credit crunch ?? :)

Paris, Day One of Three.

If you are thinking of a place to visit, simply go to Paris. I went there for a weekend to celebrate a special occasion and the experience is still filling me up, a number of days later, when I write these lines. Paris is an amazingly beautiful city, so gorgeous that it is hard to describe it with a language. What amazed me most is the coziness I have felt there, like I have lived there for all my life. But let me deliver the story gradually; Day One.
The way to Paris from London is very easy, eurostar goes fast, almost flies. The magnificence of the city starts from the arrival, the big railway station almost puts you in a different world. It reminds of an old black and white movie; the massive station, the slowness of people, the speaker announcements for the trains, the people’s wear, almost everything is charming.

The way to hotel I went by foot. The streets are wide, the beautiful architecture, the colorful advertisements on walls, the stylish front of the shops, the people, the yellow autumn leaves all around, all of it was so magnificently romantic. In the hotel I have asked a room number 30, and it was a very tiny room but I was there for the city.
On the first day I walked to the oldest part of the city; the Norte Dame.

The route there went through many streets; small and big, simple and magnificent, up and down. I have enjoyed every moment of being there. What did irritate me most were the gypsies women, they come to me almost everywhere and asked for money, which made me wonder on how many of them are actually there in the city.

This drawing I did while sitting at a caffe, drinking mulled wine and listening to a busker playing accordion. The amazing fact about it was the understanding that there were not that many people around and I could enjoy being in one of the most touristy places without the mass of people, which happens in London.
Evening I spent in a caffe, drinking wine and warming up by huge round gas heaters located above.

And ofcourse I also spent time watching couples kiss, people call it the city of loveeeeeeeeeeee ……… [some days after I was told that one of my friends had her first kiss in the city :), where was my first I wonder :)]

p.s for the record, I have to mention that in the caffe I met some Israelis and they had a spare ticket for a concert of electronic music, which I had nicely slept through …. love snoozing in concerts, the best nap I can get.

Act Art

100artists, 1 night, 1 venue; this is the event I went to last weekend. It was a massive happening in probably one of the biggest clubs at the London Bridge area. As the website states: the event is a testing ground for new experimental, radical, confrontational and non-mainstream works…

There were many stage performances, installations, short movies and loads of people. One of the oddest shows (for my taste) was titled “Breast feeding”. It happened in one of the small cubic-type rooms, a girl dressed in pyjamas was breast-feeding guests. A friend of mine went in and was very excited by the experience but for me the thought of it made my skin crawl. It is hard for me to see the cool-art side of this performance. It seems to be novel and it made me surprised and reacted with the goosy skin, but is this a piece which we can consider art? Nature invented the breast-feeding process a long time ago, and it is an intimate child-mother moment which looks odd when performed on the public. My friend insisted that I must try it but somehow I couldnot force myself into it, even the explanation that actually there is a small tube connected between the nipple and the milk bottle and a person sucks the milk out of the bottle did not really help me. The other strange performance was by a witch doctor who was conjuring something on the crowd of volunteers and "healing" them using strange hand movements ….

The last thing worth mentioning is the installation of a small room with cctv. In this room anybody could lock themselves in and do anything they wanted, and others could watch them on screens. One of my friends got lured into the room by a girl and from the pictures it seems that they were having fun while I was working on the incriminating evidence by taking as many photos as possible.

It seems that these days the art world is ruled by the gay/lesbian community, which makes me wonder if they are really more talented than the straight ones or it is simply the fashion thing. Probably fashion, why would otherwise Madonna kiss Britney on stage …

Salty Taste

Like a fly which is attracted by a hot lamp and makes the same mistake again and again by flying into the lamp and hurting itself, I let myself fall into a trap once in a while.
Today I did it again and it did not really hurt in any way but now, after the accident, I do feel intoxicated and a bit addicted. The whole experience is not that bad, I do enjoy it once in a while; the independent atmosphere, the fast service and the unbeatable salty taste it always leaves in the mouth. Probably the strange feeling comes from the guilt of realizing that my friends would regard it as disgusting or perhaps after all it really is unhealthy and (like at the moment) my body tries to tell me that by the feeling of heaviness which fills me up; never-the-less, every so often, like once a month when I have a very bad mood, I feel the desire and there is nothing I can do about it. Today, on my way home I stepped into a MacDonald restaurant, the one next to Harrods, and ordered a BigMac meal. Guilty your honor :)

BrockMans

Today evening I was to an opening of a new brand of Gin, the Brockmans. The kickoff was at a club in South Kensington. It is a very nice place with a great atmosphere, not very big and therefore very cozy. The core of the event was to show the new advertisement for the Gin and give a lot of drinks for free. I went with a friend of mine who was participating at the shootings of the clip. To be honest, the clip is not great but the main actor is a very beautiful girl, unfortunately I have not seen her among the guests. The clip was in the style of 20’s, very stylish with black and white ties and dresses. The same atmosphere was in the club, all the people dressed black and white, some men with hats and some women with hair flowers. It was very cool. We have tried the Gin. It is very soft and not really sweet, I do recommend it. One of the moments was funny; two guys have approached me and started giving me compliments with very heavy Scottish accent. They have asked me if I am a rock star … I said yes … so they want to come and see a performance … probably it’s a good time to improve my guitar skillsss !!!! ;)

Writing for the sake of writing

This is just a short note because it is quite late and I am sleepy nevertheless I have promised myself to write something in, otherwise the blog looks dead. So I just wanted to say that the other course I am taking this term is Creative Writing. To be honest, I feel really miserable at this course due to the fact that all the members there have English language as their first and native while for me it is far from that. Therefore when I sit at the lectures sometimes I understand almost nothing. For example we were given the task of writing something on a subject for twenty minutes, in a way of just writing whatever comes to mind. One of the girls (ohh, yes, most are girls there) has read what she had written. First I understood nothing at all. Second, if I even try to write, it would probably take me a week to write as much as she wrote and it would take probably months to get the same result …. Anyhow, I am convinced that one day I will be able to do the same, at least I am fighting for it ! Ohh, I love the process, lets hope it would take me somewhere.

This house believes in criminalizing pregnant women who smoke or drink

This term it seems that the sky is not blue for me anymore and the only place I get sweat is the swimming pool. Therefore I have decided to fill my time up by taking classes, the ones that a person always want to but have no time for. So this term I have registered for two courses; first is the debating society the second is the creative writing. The debating society always intrigued me due to the fact that my intuition tells me that the debating wisdom is something a person has to born with, but the society claims that this is a skill a person can learn, so by joining the society I hopefully will get a solid ground for practicing. The last training was a few days ago, I was fashionably late; I believed that it starts at half six while it actually started at six. I have missed all the explanation session and when I arrived it was already the actual debate. Apparently all the have to members participate, therefore I was teamed with a guy and we were asked to start the rehearsal for our bit, which is the proposition. The topic of the debate is “this house believes in criminalizing pregnant women who smoke or drink” … we have come with the following points : first, a pregnant women has to keep her child healthy. Second, state has to keep its nation healthy therefore if she doesnot obey, the state has to obligate her. Third, the healthier the nation, the happier the people. This was the first debate I have ever participated, highly recommended to anybody. ;)

Teams

Dear diary, there term “team” lost its meaning and integrity, and this is very sad news...