Last night me and my friend took up a lifelong challenge/drinking game/bet (whatever you wanna call it).
Our other friend ordered Liefmans Kriek beer. The bottle of that beer is closed with a cork and on top of the cork a metallic cap. So the game goes like this: one of us takes the metallic cap the other one the cork. The challenge is that when one of us asks to see the cork or the cap it should be immediately shown otherwise you lose. The loser who couldn’t show her part of the cap has to buy drinks for everyone. I took the cork part, my friend took the metallic cap. I turned the cork into a necklace. If I wear it at all times there’s no way I could lose this. I look forward for this bet to last for years. BRING IT ON!!!

Last night me and my friend took up a lifelong challenge/drinking game/bet (whatever you wanna call it).

Our other friend ordered Liefmans Kriek beer. The bottle of that beer is closed with a cork and on top of the cork a metallic cap. So the game goes like this: one of us takes the metallic cap the other one the cork. The challenge is that when one of us asks to see the cork or the cap it should be immediately shown otherwise you lose. The loser who couldn’t show her part of the cap has to buy drinks for everyone. I took the cork part, my friend took the metallic cap. I turned the cork into a necklace. If I wear it at all times there’s no way I could lose this. I look forward for this bet to last for years. BRING IT ON!!!

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  • That very same bitch friend from before: I bet he talks with those girls more than he does with you

Stuffed Grape Leaves

I had a very long and stressful weekend and I’m happy it’s finally over. My gran was hospitalized and got a heart surgery. This opted my far from being perfect and vain family members to put aside their never ending quarrels. It always takes someone to die or experience a near death event for them to get friendly with each other. This period of friendliness is very short lived and vanishes as soon as one of them decides to get offended by some non relevant event that happened a quarter of a century ago. Thus we go all back to square one. 

Unfortunately I’m not lucky enough to not be a part of this mess due to well me being in a different continent altogether. My mom makes sure I take my place as the center piece of the vain-loons tribe through the wonder of WI-FI that keeps getting disconnected. Which makes me say things like thank you poor destitute internet connection and corrupt government for filtering.

Through this weekend I was forced to talk with numerous cousins and aunts that I haven’t talked to in years. Apparently when I ask my mom to not give the phone to someone else she does the exact opposite. 

Don’t take me wrong. As much as I am indifferent (I couldn’t say hate cause that just seeps too much energy and they’re not worth it) towards my whole distant family; I do love my grandmother. She’s the best. She manages to feed me still even with so much distance between us. My pantry is filled with fruits and herbs she carefully picked and dried for me. She’s probably the only person in my family that I did spend time with growing up. We used to make stuffed grape leaves together. It used to be my favourite dish. It made me sad to realize I haven’t made stuffed grape leaves in ages. It’s not much of a one persons dish and realizing that I haven’t made it for so long just reminded me again that it’s because I don’t live with a family. 

But I am too annoyingly stubborn a person to get down over things like stuffed grape leaves. So I just took out one of the grape leaf preserves my grandmother made me about a year ago and opened it with the hopes of it being unspoiled. It was as good as fresh! I spent two hours making stuffed grape leaves and now my tiny apartment smells like how dinnertime used to smell at granma’s and I’m happy to be able to stuff myself with stuffed grape leaves (that’s a mouthful). Nostalgia is great!

Facebook is being a creeper

Facebook is being a creeper

Cherry blossoms are probably the prettiest things out there. Made me have the goofiest smile through half of my jog till I started panting like a dog.

Cherry blossoms are probably the prettiest things out there. Made me have the goofiest smile through half of my jog till I started panting like a dog.

Pointless

Most of my time goes by with just thinking. Leading an isolated life is the main cause of this. Please don’t see this as a sad text cause it’s not. At least it’s not how I see or intend to make it sound like. I’m very content with my life. But when you don’t have friends nearby, family, pets and that annoying joint smoking neighbour around it gets hard to be in the now and your mind likes to work as a time machine that either goes to the future or the past rather than staying still in the now.

Like anyone in their early twenties I’ve been hit by the cold and merciless waves of life realization which disables the time machine in my head to ponder about the future and cast imaginary plots. It’s a pointless act. So I just wander in the past. Fueled by songs and smell. I dig up my fondest memories and relive them so many times till I’m not even sure if I’ve really lived them for they seem to be too sweet and I am too bitter a person nowadays. 

What’s actually sad is that I get sucked back into now by the buzz of a phone. Not just mine but anyones. It’s that desperate hunger for contact I find sad and  I can’t see the point of a life like this. A life where my moments go by through ticking them on a screen. 

I don’t need this in-between life. I don’t want it. For once I would like to pick up my phone and straightaway get an easy yes for the question “hey, can I come over?”

In other words, i was a much more stable and stronger person when I was down with the terms that I am completely alone and i have only my own four paws to fall on. Not wondering all the time, not worrying about misinterpretations. I want to be left alone to get lost in my thoughts and when I get disturbed back into the now it would be an actual human voice or touch rather than a buzzing phone. 

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One nice day on the beach. Kites and Mojitos are fun.

My list of favourite Muscovy lyrics

  • You spilled out your utmost anxiety on the kitchen floor
  • so typically atypical
  • don’t wanna be a passenger, like the years I used to be
  • save yourself I’m no hero
  • a light in the darkest place 
  • the best things always come for free
  • with watching eyes and smoking guns
  • it’s sweet growing old when you got a hand to hold
  • what a day what a beautiful way to be caught out in the rain
  • a voice that lives on in a message on the phone
  • healthy dose of Rachmaninov and prescription medicines
  • far from that, that I never could be

My friend met Jaqen H’ghar and we were both so sad that I couldn’t be there so she made this.

My friend met Jaqen H’ghar and we were both so sad that I couldn’t be there so she made this.

What I have been mumbling in my sleep the past few nights

“A pointer is an address, and an address is an integer, but a pointer is not an integer. That is not crazy - that is abstraction!” 

From the “absolute C++” textbook. 

That is not crazy-that is abstraction…That is not crazy-that is abstraction…That is not crazy-that is abstraction…That is not crazy-that is abstraction…ABSTRACTION! 

I hate abstraction in science. I hate it. My brain doesn’t do “abstraction”.