A TV commercial I starred in a few years back. Another testament to my fine, delicate acting abilities. If you don't speak Greek, this is fucking hilarious by the way.
Ahem.
Ahem.
Tuesday 29 July 2008
Wednesday 23 July 2008
Breath of Fresh Air
Remember this movie from the 90's? First Wives Club! I saw it years ago, but I got an instinctual smile while watching it again on TV just now. This song used to liberate me from all darkness in my life. And for no particular reason at all, it got me all high and mighty again tonight.
So I HAD to share it with y'all... Enjoy the end to the film and sing along. It works! :-)
So I HAD to share it with y'all... Enjoy the end to the film and sing along. It works! :-)
Bette Midler:
You don't own me
I'm not just one of your many toys
Goldie Hawn:
You don't own me
Don't say I can't go with other boys
Bette Midler and Goldie Hawn:
bababababababaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Bette Midler:
Hmmm
Goldie Hawn:
Hmmm
Diane Keaton:
AND DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO
AND DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO SAY
AND WHEN I GO OUT WITH YOU
DON'T PUT ME ON DISPLAY
Goldie Hawn:
"Pretty good"
Bette Midler:
"You remembered!"
All:
You don't own me
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down ,
Cuz I’ll never stay
Bette Midler:
I don't tell you what to say
Goldie Hawn:
I don't tell you what to do
Diane Keaton:
SO JUST LET ME BE MYSELF
All:
That’s all I ask of you
All:
Im young
And I love to be young
Im free
And I love to be free
To live my life the way that I want
To say and do whatever I please
Diane Keaton:
I’m young
Bette Midler:
I’m young
Goldie Hawn:
And I love to be young
Diane Keaton:
I’m free
Bette Midler:
I’m free
And I love to be free
All:
To live my life the way that I want
To say and do whatever I please
All:
NO NO
You don't own me
NO NO
You don't own me
NO NO
You don't own me
Forever, young and free,
Darling you don’t own me
You don’t own me
You don’t own me
Forever, young and free,
Darling you don’t own me
You don’t own me
You don’t own me
Forever, young and free,
Darling you don’t own me
You don’t own me
You don’t own me
Forever, young and free,
Darling you don’t own me
You don’t own me
You don’t own me
Forever, young and free,
Darling you don’t own meSaturday 19 July 2008
6 Feet Under - Series Finale
Everything. Everyone. Everywhere. Ends.
And every ending is a new beginning.Enjoy the final scene of the amazing series, featuring the spectacular Breathe Me by Sia.
Thursday 17 July 2008
Movie Star
I am going to be murdered today, with a poisonous chocolate milkshake @ a cafe in Thisseion, for a low bugdet feature film by Jonathan Zuck!
The choice of poison drink was my own.
That's what I call poetic justice.
:-)
It should be good fun!
The choice of poison drink was my own.
That's what I call poetic justice.
:-)
It should be good fun!
Tuesday 15 July 2008
Infinite Possibilities
Sometimes I wonder about the nature of pain and its place in our lives.
Pain has so many faces and many more effects on the way we choose to live, behave and feel.
However, there are times when I wonder if pain is really overrated. As human beings we tend to signify everything that happens to us in a way that ALL we deal with should somehow be grand, important, meaningful. We hang on to our misery (whatever the hell that might be at the time), we cling to it, like it is so significant that our lives depend upon it. We hang on for dear God, when in fact maybe, just maybe we should all but forget all kinds of nasty shit that comes our way, and just be really happy that we are simply alive. And then perhaps maybe, we could see that there are SO many things we could see, we could do, think and feel, so many things that we could BE, that are so much better and far more important than our misery, the one we keep savouring like some long forgotten treasure. There could be an infinite number of emotions, an infinite amount of pleasure and happiness waiting for us just around the corner. And all we'd have to do is pay some fucking attention instead of focusing on all the petty things that consume our days!
Could it be? Could it be that we should just leave everything bad behind and just turn the page, as if it never happened? Could it be that we should just live every day like it was our first and last at the same time? Like we ought to dedicate ourselves to NOW, instead of what HAS been and what IS to come? Could this be it?
It sounds too fucking simple.
But... what if it IS that fucking simple?
Pain has so many faces and many more effects on the way we choose to live, behave and feel.
However, there are times when I wonder if pain is really overrated. As human beings we tend to signify everything that happens to us in a way that ALL we deal with should somehow be grand, important, meaningful. We hang on to our misery (whatever the hell that might be at the time), we cling to it, like it is so significant that our lives depend upon it. We hang on for dear God, when in fact maybe, just maybe we should all but forget all kinds of nasty shit that comes our way, and just be really happy that we are simply alive. And then perhaps maybe, we could see that there are SO many things we could see, we could do, think and feel, so many things that we could BE, that are so much better and far more important than our misery, the one we keep savouring like some long forgotten treasure. There could be an infinite number of emotions, an infinite amount of pleasure and happiness waiting for us just around the corner. And all we'd have to do is pay some fucking attention instead of focusing on all the petty things that consume our days!
Could it be? Could it be that we should just leave everything bad behind and just turn the page, as if it never happened? Could it be that we should just live every day like it was our first and last at the same time? Like we ought to dedicate ourselves to NOW, instead of what HAS been and what IS to come? Could this be it?
It sounds too fucking simple.
But... what if it IS that fucking simple?
Tuesday 8 July 2008
Life vs Death
A girl I know, found out yesterday that she will be dealing with a very important issue relevant to her health. I'm praying for her health and hope everything will be all right in the end. That's not what I wanna talk about though.
It's not funny how news like these ALWAYS put things into perspective. All other issues seem to fade into unimportance. Nothing else matters. It's life and death. How can anything be more serious than that? Really!
Well... I guess that's true. But that's the thing. THAT whole sentence is true. It's not simply death (or the fear of it approaching or threatening) that's serious and important.
LIFE is important too. In fact more so, I think. I reckon we shouldn't have to worry about death until we get there. Don't get me wrong. This isn't some stupid little post claiming we should forget about death, and how it impacts our everyday lives. We are creatures bound to our lifeline after all.
All I am saying is, LIFE goes on, no matter what happens. And the point, the meaning of our existence is to keep living, and not let death distract us too much.
What I'm trying to say is, death is serious, but we shouldn't spend our whole lives fearing it, expecting it, trying to figure it out, focusing on it. If we do that, we miss that other important part of the equation. We will miss out on living. Living life and figuring LIFE out. And that's no walk in the park.
The good news is we have our whole life trying to learn how to live.
I guess we will also have our whole death time to figure out what dying is all about too.
Fingers crossed however, that THAT comes later rather than sooner.
It's not funny how news like these ALWAYS put things into perspective. All other issues seem to fade into unimportance. Nothing else matters. It's life and death. How can anything be more serious than that? Really!
Well... I guess that's true. But that's the thing. THAT whole sentence is true. It's not simply death (or the fear of it approaching or threatening) that's serious and important.
LIFE is important too. In fact more so, I think. I reckon we shouldn't have to worry about death until we get there. Don't get me wrong. This isn't some stupid little post claiming we should forget about death, and how it impacts our everyday lives. We are creatures bound to our lifeline after all.
All I am saying is, LIFE goes on, no matter what happens. And the point, the meaning of our existence is to keep living, and not let death distract us too much.
What I'm trying to say is, death is serious, but we shouldn't spend our whole lives fearing it, expecting it, trying to figure it out, focusing on it. If we do that, we miss that other important part of the equation. We will miss out on living. Living life and figuring LIFE out. And that's no walk in the park.
The good news is we have our whole life trying to learn how to live.
I guess we will also have our whole death time to figure out what dying is all about too.
Fingers crossed however, that THAT comes later rather than sooner.
Saturday 5 July 2008
PS. For Mary Poppins
Of course no matter what happens to me, and as always, I STILL refuse to become a cynic.
And so for any of you capable of reading Greeklish (Greek with English letters), go here for a long-winded, slightly boring, obscure & complicated historical analysis of my experiences inside the world of cynicism.
Oh yes, I TOO was ONCE one of THEM.
Lol.
And so for any of you capable of reading Greeklish (Greek with English letters), go here for a long-winded, slightly boring, obscure & complicated historical analysis of my experiences inside the world of cynicism.
Oh yes, I TOO was ONCE one of THEM.
Lol.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!
This is me, drawing the line. Out with the old, in with the new, I say. Maybe we should all listen to uncle George when he says... "People, you can never change they way they feel, better let them do just what they will..."
There is a reason why this is my favourite song of his. The man has practically written the soundtrack to my life. So here I am, letting go. I've put enough time and emotion into this. It's about time I moved on. No-one can force or even guide the path of a human heart. It's called free will. Thank God for that, cause otherwise I too would have been unable to do this right now.
I'm sure I will cope, I've done this before a few times. I can close this circle too, like I did in the past. Let's just hope that the past WON'T repeat itself in EVERY respect.
So I don't know what else to say about this really. I think I've already said enough.
Oh wait.
I seem to remember that one strange word, the word one should say in an emergency like this one, when you don't know what to say. And with this word, everything will turn out well for me and my heart. It's meant to mean something roughly like: "Atoning for educatability through delicate beauty".
Well! I'm all up for that!
Let's try it, shall we, Mary?
She was right, of course. Thanks again Ms. Poppins :-)
There is a reason why this is my favourite song of his. The man has practically written the soundtrack to my life. So here I am, letting go. I've put enough time and emotion into this. It's about time I moved on. No-one can force or even guide the path of a human heart. It's called free will. Thank God for that, cause otherwise I too would have been unable to do this right now.
I'm sure I will cope, I've done this before a few times. I can close this circle too, like I did in the past. Let's just hope that the past WON'T repeat itself in EVERY respect.
So I don't know what else to say about this really. I think I've already said enough.
Oh wait.
I seem to remember that one strange word, the word one should say in an emergency like this one, when you don't know what to say. And with this word, everything will turn out well for me and my heart. It's meant to mean something roughly like: "Atoning for educatability through delicate beauty".
Well! I'm all up for that!
Let's try it, shall we, Mary?
She was right, of course. Thanks again Ms. Poppins :-)
Friday 4 July 2008
It's In A Kiss
We all know, and often talk about, how important it is to SHOW our feelings, our emotions, not just by words, but by our actions & behaviour too. Especially our actions. Even a small gesture can convey some of our deepest, hidden emotions. A touch that seems like it was by accident, a look that lingers ever so slightly longer than it should, a smile that exposes the vein on the forehead, in a way that only that particular smile can. And then there's kissing. The beginning and end of everything.
There is an infinite amount of things that can be said by the simple gift of a kiss. A polite near-miss peck on the cheek. A fleeting (fatherly-almost) touch on the forehead. A playful caress that aims to tease. A tender comforting exposure of body warmth. A closed-eyed, powerful, almighty breathing-pause of a kiss that makes us travel to the edges of the universe and back.
I could go on for hours. And In fact I have (on several occasions in the past). But there is ONE really powerful kiss, that surprises even me with its ability to influence emotions inside. It's a kiss that takes you back and throws you into a turbulent sense of being, a place few other kisses ever can take you, a kiss few other kisses can even begin to compare to.
No, I am not talking about the Love kiss. That is OF COURSE the most powerful of all. It's so powerful in fact, that it can raise people from the dead (metaphorically speaking). No, it's not that divine-gift-of-the-heart kiss I am talking about here. I am talking about a kiss that's not as powerful as the Love kiss, but it's pretty damn close in terms of its impact on the human heart.
I'm talking about the kiss that has been denied from you.
I don't care if it's by accident, or on purpose. I don't care if it's coincidental or subconscious. I don't care if it should belong to one of those categories above or not. If it's a casual or polite one that was forgotten or hurriedly passed by. That's all irrelevant. But that kiss someone has avoided giving you, is a fucking bitch of a kiss and its strength and impact can change the course of a human heart.
I think one of those dreaded ones came into my life and it's already started changing me from within.
There is an infinite amount of things that can be said by the simple gift of a kiss. A polite near-miss peck on the cheek. A fleeting (fatherly-almost) touch on the forehead. A playful caress that aims to tease. A tender comforting exposure of body warmth. A closed-eyed, powerful, almighty breathing-pause of a kiss that makes us travel to the edges of the universe and back.
I could go on for hours. And In fact I have (on several occasions in the past). But there is ONE really powerful kiss, that surprises even me with its ability to influence emotions inside. It's a kiss that takes you back and throws you into a turbulent sense of being, a place few other kisses ever can take you, a kiss few other kisses can even begin to compare to.
No, I am not talking about the Love kiss. That is OF COURSE the most powerful of all. It's so powerful in fact, that it can raise people from the dead (metaphorically speaking). No, it's not that divine-gift-of-the-heart kiss I am talking about here. I am talking about a kiss that's not as powerful as the Love kiss, but it's pretty damn close in terms of its impact on the human heart.
I'm talking about the kiss that has been denied from you.
I don't care if it's by accident, or on purpose. I don't care if it's coincidental or subconscious. I don't care if it should belong to one of those categories above or not. If it's a casual or polite one that was forgotten or hurriedly passed by. That's all irrelevant. But that kiss someone has avoided giving you, is a fucking bitch of a kiss and its strength and impact can change the course of a human heart.
I think one of those dreaded ones came into my life and it's already started changing me from within.
Thursday 3 July 2008
And Like Woody Allen Said:
"To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down."
:-)
Ma Mémoire sale - by Louis Garrel
This scene & song (from the Les Chansons D'Amour film) is dedicated to you.
The video is subtitled, however, if you happen to speak French, the actual lyrics follow.
Thank you for being out there.
Lave
Ma mémoire sale dans son fleuve de boue
Du bout de ta langue nettoie moi partout
Et ne laisse pas la moindre trace
De tout ce qui me lie et qui me lasse
Hélas
Chasse
Traque-la en moi, ce n'est qu'en moi qu'elle vit
Et lorsque tu la tiendras au bout de ton fusil
N'écoute pas si elle t'implore
Tu sais qu'elle doit mourir d'une deuxième mort
Alors... tue-la
Pleure
Je l'ai fait avant toi et ça ne sert à rien
A quoi bon les sanglots, inonder les coussins
J'ai essayé, j'ai essayé
Mais j'ai le coeur sec et les yeux gonflés
Mais j'ai le coeur sec et les yeux gonflés
Alors brêle
Brêle quand tu t'enlises dans mon grand lit de glace
Mon lit comme une banquise qui fond quand tu m'enlaces
Plus rien n'est triste, plus rien n'est grave
Si j'ai ton corps comme un torrent de lave
Ma mémoire sale dans son fleuve de boue
Lave
Lave
Ma mémoire sa dans son fleuve de boue
Lave (lave)
The video is subtitled, however, if you happen to speak French, the actual lyrics follow.
Thank you for being out there.
Lave
Ma mémoire sale dans son fleuve de boue
Du bout de ta langue nettoie moi partout
Et ne laisse pas la moindre trace
De tout ce qui me lie et qui me lasse
Hélas
Chasse
Traque-la en moi, ce n'est qu'en moi qu'elle vit
Et lorsque tu la tiendras au bout de ton fusil
N'écoute pas si elle t'implore
Tu sais qu'elle doit mourir d'une deuxième mort
Alors... tue-la
Pleure
Je l'ai fait avant toi et ça ne sert à rien
A quoi bon les sanglots, inonder les coussins
J'ai essayé, j'ai essayé
Mais j'ai le coeur sec et les yeux gonflés
Mais j'ai le coeur sec et les yeux gonflés
Alors brêle
Brêle quand tu t'enlises dans mon grand lit de glace
Mon lit comme une banquise qui fond quand tu m'enlaces
Plus rien n'est triste, plus rien n'est grave
Si j'ai ton corps comme un torrent de lave
Ma mémoire sale dans son fleuve de boue
Lave
Lave
Ma mémoire sa dans son fleuve de boue
Lave (lave)
Wednesday 2 July 2008
1 Million Euro Question
What is the best present I should get for myself this coming August?
A gift that will bring a momentary lapse of joy in my life (sorry Pink Floyd), and will allow me to live so I can breathe another day, though I will STILL boil in uncertainty's turmoil? (oh look, I made a little rhyme. Good for me! - Sorry Samantha)
or
A gift that stems from pure truth within, and though running a serious risk of sinking me deep into emotional dog-poo, will eventually liberate me? (or so I wish, being the eternal fool that I am)
What will it be ladies & gentlemen? The ballots are now officially open.
A gift that will bring a momentary lapse of joy in my life (sorry Pink Floyd), and will allow me to live so I can breathe another day, though I will STILL boil in uncertainty's turmoil? (oh look, I made a little rhyme. Good for me! - Sorry Samantha)
or
A gift that stems from pure truth within, and though running a serious risk of sinking me deep into emotional dog-poo, will eventually liberate me? (or so I wish, being the eternal fool that I am)
What will it be ladies & gentlemen? The ballots are now officially open.
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