Things I Found Out

There are new things that I learnt recently. There are things that I have already known but recent incidents reaffirm those things. I’m sorry if the last sentence doesn’t make sense. At least it does to me. So, screw you for judging. There are also things that I only found out when I’m here.

1. One of the Greek’s New Year traditions is to cut up a cake that has the new year written on top of it (e.g. this year it’s 2008). In that cake there’s a hidden coin called “fluri” and if you get the piece (you will only get one little piece. You can’t cheat by taking the whole cake. It’s bad luck) with the “fluri” in it, you will get good luck. Or two days off from work. I got neither. I will plant my own “fluri” in a cake that I will bake myself. That way, I will always know where the coin is and I will forever be lucky.

2. I hate teenage kids. Specifically those who are in their pre-pubescent age (i.e. 12, 13, 14, 15 and maybe 16) and who commute by bus. They are obnoxious and think that they own the bus/world. They think running on the bus and talking so loudly that my eardrums bleed are funny. They even think “accidentally” hitting people with their pre-pubescent bodies when the bus stops is funny. Guess what? I don’t and God bless their teenage souls for if they don’t stop acting like d**kheads, I will literally cut their d**heads (for the males) and force the females to eat them.

3. I am, apparently racist. I was asked by Anonymous this question - “So you only hang out with Asians?”. Anonymous made the comment after seeing my photos on facebook. I’m like screw you, b***h! I can’t care less what you think because believe it or not, the world revolves around me and in my world you, you clearly do not exist. I respect any races that exist in this world like I respect the food that I eat. And that is a lot of respect. Also, if you know me, I eat like a horse.

4. I’m pretty sure the lady behind me is talking behind my back (totally a b***h if she is but I take it back if she isn’t). Also, I hate when I hear my name is uttered out but I can’t understand what they (my colleagues) are talking about (i.e. they are talking in Greek with the occasional “[name redacted]” word is included in the conversation).

5. I need money for my trip to Paris and London. Can anyone suggest a way for me to get rich without having to work hard? Getting a sugardaddy/sugarmumy is hard work and so is selling my body. Therefore, the two options are clearly out of the picture.

I apologise for being a bit tensed in this post. I don’t normally resort to using profanity but this is an exception. I usually eat if I’m feeling sh***y. I can’t eat while blogging, though I’m working on it.