Επομανι Στασι – Καμαρα

Whacky Umbrella Art Thing (This pix wasn't intended to be put here, but I don't know how to put it somewhere elsecos I'm a novice so shutup)

Alexander the Great

Translation: Next Stop: Kamara (I have grown accustomed to the sound of the bus PA that I thought I should share it with you. Plus, it makes a great title because you would be wondering what do these words mean and therefore be more interested to read more…not that I’m saying that I have no readers).

Goodbye. Goodbye to Raphael, I bid, for today is the day that he steps on that airplane and flies back to the comfort of home – Germany. Lucky bastard!

Pity. I pity Raphael for not enjoying his farewell party at the Malt & Jazz Bar last night. Seriously, I would be offended too if somebody subconsciously (let alone deliberately) plays James Blunt straight after “Can You Read My Mind” by the Killers. Oh, I was deeply offended and hurt. The story of a lost soldier not fit to be in the army, trying to pursue career in the music industry but instead ended up screwing chicks, which we all know was his first intention anyway is just sad. Plus, sitting for 2 straight hours on a chair trying to enjoy live music is really a tough thing to do if you ask me. Not only do your buns hurt, but it’s bad for your ego too if you’re a self confessed rock fanatic who pretends adoring the Kiss just because they’re like the biggest rock legends ever although you have no idea what they look like except seeing some caricature features of them on some dodgy T-shirts sold by Raben Footwear, let alone heard any of their songs.

My point is, you should go all out and you shake whatever things that can be shaken when you’re listening to songs that have unquestionably shaped your childhood days like Zombie by the Cranberries and I will Survive by erm, Gloria Gaynor (or was it that other African American woman?). Instead, you’re left feeling guilty and more like a weirdo when you sing along to those tunes because some people just think it’s okay to stare at you with the “whoever asks, I don’t know that person and I’m going to pretend I’m not looking” look while being completely fine with it. Well, sorry if I’m not good enough for you (ghetto style, please)! Plus, there’s just something wrong watching a bunch of mid-thirties ladies dressed up in figure hugging outfits that accentuate their cleavages dancing, in fact not just dancing, but belly dancing to some rock songs (and I mean Staind rock songs) sung by a guy who’s wearing a shirt with a red sequined dragon print on the back of his shirt. I think that’s why and ultimately how a stylist is born.

I went back early.


Liberating. There’s something so liberating about walking along the harbour side on a nice, sunny weather. Thessaloniki’s harbour side is magnificent. I mean, on a gorgeous day such as today, with the White Tower and some whacky umbrella design as the backdrop, it’s just divine. Sure a friend is leaving and you might never see him ever again, but that’s beside the point. The point is, enjoy the good feeling while it lasts. Even though it means getting a Mocha at Starbucks, which you have sworn to never will (there’s this thing about ‘why Starbucks when Campos is just round the corner’ mentality that I adopted a while ago – well, more like an excuse that I and many Sydney-siders use to justify that Starbucks make dodgy coffees) because it turned out to be pretty good actually. See, what did I tell you about enjoying the moment? I mean what more can you ask for? I certainly didn’t ask for Alexander the Great, but that’s what I got. I’m glad that he and his horse enjoy being under the winter sun while some kids skate freely around him, scratching and basically ruining his marble body (I’m not sure if it’s marble or something else…but looking at the picture, it’s clearly not marble so I’m going with granite).


P/s:
1. I have some pictures I intended to include in this blog, but the office internet is moving at a snail's pace, in fact much more like the pace that Paris my cat makes everytime I give her the monthly Revolution (almost typed Resolution). Like she's about to die. Don't you dare die on me you bloody slow Internet!

2. I have never tasted coffee from Campos. Why? I don't drink coffee - only strong on the choc but weak on the coffee Mocha. It's still got coffee.