Everything in place

Or so it seems. Exams are over, assignment finished in time, me and baksu had a small break from our busy world and most importantly the asshole who was pissing me off has decided herself to back off from the group...about fuckin time!! Better late than never however. I could enjoy life from a better stand point for the last week or so. The cherry on the cake was the weekend because baksu finished his exams only on Friday morning but we treated ourselves for that afterwards, didn't we? ;-) We also washed baksu's car. The last time we washed it was like a century ago...no wonder I got all my nails black. But it looks awesome again now the black taxi :-)

Cool...let us make the best out of this (thinking of next weekend olala ;-) ) before the tide starts coming in again.

My 2nd baby...My Opel

Meet to cheat

Yesterday, I was reading this article and I couldn't help but pity the valueless world we happen to be living in. It regards some internet-based agencies that help married people, who for some reason or another are unhappy in their marriage, to find a sexual partner who is in the same situation as them. The agency also provides an alibi for the person involved so as not to get caught!

Case 1: a man found out that his wife was cheating on him. As a revenge he set out to date women in this way. In this case hi5 to you man! May you have as many women in a day as your supposedly wife will have men in her entire lifetime. The only drawback is that you may be a complice in the deterioration of someonelse's marriage.

Case 2: a woman is unhappy in her marriage because her husband is so indulged in his work that they hadnt have sex for the last 10 years. Here I blame the husband. Persons who know that they dont have time for something should not engage someone else in this something with them. The only drawback is as above.

Case 3: a man goes to such agencies because his wife has developed an illness and, without her having an option she could not be the wife she used to be. The man states that by having sexual relationships with other women he is learning how to be a better husband for his wife. Omg! How farther than this egoism can possibly go? Have we forgotten that when we engage in a relationship (of any kind) with someone, we are doing this for the better and for the worse? I dont think we've forgotten. It's just a matter of us running away from our responsibilities. As if he would have been a happy man if he had to be the one who fell ill and his wife did this to him? I wonder what's next....next time my mother feels sick I try to find another mother for the day or what?

The mentality of me, myself and I, which apparently engulfs most people, really disgusts me; especially so when at the end of the day we all depend on one another. Oh values where are you? Down the drain I have just realized. Thank god that most of the time I'm surrounded with those few people that still have a notion that values once existed.

End of year 2006

IN THE PAST YEAR

Have you had any relationships this year? yep, the 3rd yr in a row
Been to church? for a wedding perhaps but i dont remember

Cried? is there really a need to ask? yeah i did

Been on a diet? nope...gimme more food plz

Went Camping? yeap 2 times in Wales

Bought something(s)? of course...my cowboy boots was the best deal

Met someone special? it didnt turn out that special and i wish i never met them

Gone Snowboarding? yeah...Malta's covered with snow right now

Whom are you thinking about right now? exams...exams....have i mentioned exams?

Hugged someone? yep :)

Slept in someone elses bed? aha... in fact i cant even see baksu's bed that i dont get under the covers

Drank any alchohol? yep. That wouldnt have been a year if i didnt

Loaned out money? lol! Me lending money?? Usually it's the other way round

Gotten in a car accident? nope thank god

Last Person you hugged? Baksu

Last Person to call you? Mum i think

Who was the last person you danced with? group of friends actually

Who did you last yell at? mum for a change

TEN FACTS

Hometown?Kirkop

Natural hair color? light brown

Initials? BF...break fast

Hair style? long, curly most of the time buq

Eye color: dark brown almost black
Mood: feeling like doing nothing

Where would you rather be? playing a pc game with baks

Last thing you drank? orange juice

TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE:

Have you ever been in love: yes

Do you believe in love? yeah

Why did your LAST relationship fail? i just preferred the friends way of life

Have you ever been heartbroken: yes

Have you ever broken someone's heart: yeah more than once and i feel bad about it

Have you ever fallen for your best friend? no friends are friends for me

Have you ever loved someone but never told them? i dont remember actually but i dont think so.I prefer to speak my mind

Are you afraid of committment? Not really

Have you had more than 5 different serious relationships in your life? Nope, 1 is more than enough lol

5 EMOTIONS

Are you missing someone right now? Yeah, 2 actually

Are you happy? Could be better

Are you eating something right now? No but soon lol

Do you like someone right now? yep my 1 and only

It breaks my heart

Yeah it does. It really hurts when 2 friends of yours break up after a relationship of 8 years. It hurts even more when after a year that they are no longer together they chat as they are the bestest of best friends. In fact, they know each other like no one could ever dream of getting to know any one of them. It tears your heart wide open when you see him mentioning her in his blog with 'her' in big capital letters or with a lot of emphasis. When playing truth or drink (another form of truth or dare) he was asked in which period of life would he return if he had the possibility to choose. His answer: first year with HER. She is less emotional than him but since their break-up she opened up more. She couldnt control her tears before his & her departures to different foreign lands and to the lyrics "goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend". I wonder what keeps them apart while there's still such a strong bond between them?

A day dedicated to us

Yep we needed this day alone together Baks...me & you, you & me. The last days of 2006 were not quite what one would wish for. Although things were already settled between us we didn't have the desired enough time to just concentrate on us, away from work, university, good friends and BAD friends. And this was it: the 2 nd January, just you and me.

The choice of location was excellent. I really loved those clay cliffs, green countryside and spectacular beach. I can't complain on those short pauses for kisses and hugs neither :) It's all a girl could wish for I must admit. And you gave it to me. I'm so proud, grateful and yeah...happy...after such a long time.

For all this and much more I'd like to thank you. You don't know how much I appreciate this and every other little insignificant detail (buying me chocolate while at the ladies) because these mean the world to me. I'd like also to let you know that I regret the moment when I got angry at you because I was so afraid to follow that path. For a split of a second I kind of forgot that nothing is impossible when I'm with you. In fact, nothing is because hand in hand we did make it!

Baks, I love you dearly...more than words can actually say. Only 1 thing was missing yesterday. I'm not blaming you; it's because things came the way they did. But I'm sure we'll compensate for it tonight ;)

Cher père Noël

Cher père Noël,

Il y a environ dix ans que je ne crois pas en toi mais il y a des moments où l’on est prêt à tenter n’importe quoi. Ces derniers mois étaient tellement sévères et stressants pour moi que la moindre pensée sur Noël me rend heureuse comme une fille de quatre ans. C’est stupide. Je le sais. Mais il n’y a rien à perdre quand même !

Donc, en ce qui concerne ma commande, je voudrais que quand tu descendras du ciel tu m’apporteras avec toi sur ton traîneau. Puis laisse-moi tomber dans quelque village alpin pendant ton retour au pôle Nord. Quant je serais tranquille là-bas ! Entourée de nature, montagnes, vaches, chèvres…éloignée de personnes égoïstes, dominantes, menteuses…c’est mon paradis terrestre !

Mais soyons un peu réalistes ! Pour que je ne t’inquiète pas trop, je te demande seulement de m’apporter une jolie voiture ; pas très chère mais fiable. Je la mérite je crois. Je fais toujours mes devoirs et je ne dispute jamais avec mes frères ! Tu sais mon papa Noël préféré, même si tu ne m’apporteras rien, je me sens déjà mieux de confier mes vœux avec toi et cela suffit pour moi.

Je te promets de préparer des biscuits et quelques gâteaux quand même ! Une bouteille de whisky t’attendrait aussi près de cheminée. Je te fais de gros bisous enneigés !

How to put together a cheese plate

1. Have a theme. Actually, there is no hard and fast rule about a theme, but it sure makes it easier for cheese novices to choose from the dozens, if not hundreds, of cheeses available at the cheese counter. Country, milk type, texture, producer, cheese type, rind, matching a wine you are serving – all of these are potential themes for a plate. Alternately, a non-theme will work too. Picking one cheese each from the category of milk types –sheep, goat, cow – can create a cheese plate with textural, flavor, and visual variety. If you are totally lost, ask your friendly cheesemonger for advice – that’s what they are there for!
2. Keep your numbers odd. Cheese plates should have an odd number of cheeses – 3, 5, 7, etc. – rather than even. This is a guideline; you could serve 4 or 6 if you like, but the balance of odd numbers is visually pleasing and is reflected in other arts, particularly Ikebana, the Japanese art of flower arrangement.
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   Arrange your cheeses from mildest to strongest if you are serving cheese as a course. Lay out your cheeses with your mildest cheese at twelve o’clock on the plate, and place the rest of the cheeses – mildest to strongest – clockwise, down and around. Your mildest cheese will end up next to your strongest cheese, if you have a sizable cheese plate. Blues are almost always the strongest cheeses on the plate, followed by washed rind cheeses.
4. Add accompaniments. Other foods can intensify and even change the flavor of cheese. Serve cheeses with a variety of accompaniments like toasted nuts, quince paste (membrillo), slices of pear or apple, dried fruits, wine jelly, Italian mostarda, fig cake, or date cake (and any number of other treats available today). Crackers are good if they are to be used as a palate cleanser, but bread is far more interesting as a vehicle for cheese. Try a bread with nuts and fruits, like a pecan-raisin loaf or cranberry-walnut bread.
5. Pick a drink to go with it. Water is nice, but wine is finer. If you are serving cheese at the end of the meal, the last wine you serve with the entrée can be served with dessert if you don’t want to fuss too much. You can also choose a wine to pair with your cheese course, if you really want to create a dazzler (ask your cheesemonger for advice if you have a broad range of cheeses). With strong blues, nothing beats dessert wines like Port, Tawny Port, Muscat, late harvest Zin, Sauternes, etc. Milder cheeses can be overwhelmed by syrupy dessert wines, so avoid them if you are not serving strong cheeses.

Le peul

C'est un langage francophone parlé en Afrique de l’Ouest {à partir du Sénégal au Cameroun et au Soudan}.

Malgré son status francophonique. cette langue n’a rien à faire avec le français. C’est assez de noter qu’ on appelle un chien, un rawaandu.

Le théâtre contemporain français

Le théâtre est un art qui a pour but la représentation d’une suite d’événements devant un public où des êtres humains agissent et parlent. Les premières formes de théâtre avaient lieu en Grèce. Puis, d’autre artistes autour du monde étaient inspirés de ces innovateurs et voilà donc le théâtre partout. Dans chaque pays, cet art est enrichi par des caractéristiques indigènes et on peut ainsi parler de théâtre anglais, allemand, français et tout le reste.

En ce qui concerne le théâtre français, ce sont des auteurs comme Molière et Corneille qui brillent. Cependant, beaucoup d’autres génies ont donné leur participation au fil des siècles pour réaliser ce qu’on appelle aujourd’hui le théâtre moderne. C’est justement dans la période de l’après-guerre que le théâtre est rendu autonome pour la première fois avec la fondation du Centre dramatique de l’Est. L’écriture prédominante est celle de la mort et de la peur où l’Histoire se pose des questions de liberté et où la politique s’arrête devant des problèmes de conscience et de morale. Ici, des auteurs comme Jean-Paul Sartres, Albert Camus et Henry de Montherlant triomphent avec leurs pieces Huis Clos, Caligula, et Port-Royal.

Puis dans les années cinquante, on connaît une révolution dramaturgique dans la langue théâtrale. Les auteurs de l’époque; Beckett, Adamov, Ioneco parmi eux, étaient sévèrement critiqués par Le Figaro commes des idiots et monotones. Cela ne vaut plus aujourd’hui où ce théâtre est tellement connu, joué, étudié et célébré. Au contraire, les années soixante porte avec elles une crise d’identité pour les écrivains. Le public préfère assister aux pièces classiques qu’aux celles des nouveux metteurs en scène dont il ne sait rien. On donne plus d’imporantce au spectacle qu’à la pièce. Donc beaucoup d’auteurs, comme Jean Vauthier, Jean Andureau, et René Kalisky, ont continué leur travail loin des salles des théâtres.

Heureusement, dans les années soixante-dix et quatre-vingt on retourne dans un âge où le metteur en scène regagne son caractère. Il devient roi, parfois même un tyran qui commande à tous; acteurs, auteurs et décorateurs. On voit ici l’introduction des médias dans le secteur théâtral et des metteurs en scène comme Adrien, Brook et Chéreau deviennent des vedettes.

Plus récemment, dans les années quatre-vingt dix et le nouveau millénaire, l’auteur est à la fête. Cela est souligné par exemple par la croissance remarquable de la plus jeune des maisons d’édition, Les Solitaires Intempestifs, consacrée aux textes de théâtre d’auteurs contemporains. De plus, des festivals (le Mousson d’été de Michel Dydim) et des revues (Alternatives théâtrales) dediés à la scène, connaissent un grand succès. On peut noter aussi des nouveaux formes de théâtre comme le théâtre de rue, le nouveau cirque, le dadaïsme et le surréalisme, avec des artistes comme Jean-Luc Courcoult et Bartabas le maestro du cirque Zingaro.

Pendant les années, le théâtre a toujours resté un lieu vivant et communautaire malgré des changements exigés par la réalité du moment. Le théâtre contemporain parle du monde et comme il va et tent de faire un pont avec ses origines. La question du rapport de la vie de l’individu à l’histoire des hommes reste au centre de cette écriture théâtrale comme elle l’a toujours été.

Soon on the roads

I would like to inform the general public that as from next Tuesday I will be on the roads. I therefore, will not assume any responsiblity for potential damages as everyone is now advised to get off the roads as much as possible for the rest of one's life!

Current Reading List

Le Tartuffe by Moliere













Les Chouans by Honore de Balzac














Le Meunier d'Angibault by Georges Sand



















Phedre by Jean Racine

New Oxford Dictionary

University: a system/place where the staff knows absolutely nothing about the system/place

Maltese bookshops: an outlet where there's a 99% chance that you don't find the book you are looking for and where if you decide to order that book you must spend the rest of your lifetime waiting for it

Dear Nannu

I hope you get well soon although I know it would take a very long time. Let patience be with those who will be taking care of you if fate is kind enough to let you survive your misadventure and also with those currently curing you at the hospital. You are a much loved person not only by your family but also others who have met you at some point in their life. Thanks for everything you've been and done for us and I can assure you that you'll never be erased from our hearts and minds.

My hope is still strong nann,
Love you
xxxxxxx

Visit to Comino

One evening, we decided that we were not doing enough activities and excursions. Therefore, we decided that a trekking session in Comino would be a start. There we went last weekend, 5 of us, with backpacks, walking shoes and other camping gear. After we disembarked the boat we headed towards St. Mary's bay (we are not the type that stand a lot of people around like the hassle there is at the Blue Lagoon). After about 30 minutes walking in the heat we were tired to death (and then we say we want to ascend the Kilimanjaro...we need much more intensive training my dears!) Thank god we had arrived at the desired bay and could refresh ourselves in a quite chilly water.

There we encountered quite a peculiar old couple. They had quite a big boat which was anchored a few meters from the shore. Then they mounted another boat, a small one this time, and rowed towards the shore. The woman got her feet in the water, walked a bit around, mounted the boat again and rowed back to the big boat. What the hell man? 2 boats just to dip your feet in the water for 5 minutes. That boat is a waste in hands like these. It should have a better owner...let's say me :)

Anyways, after a "light" snack we thought it better to find a quiet shady place. Well, Comino isn't known for shelters like these is it? The only location that we had to content ourselves with was the church with its walls protecting us from sunlight. A mass was taking place but we didnt bother that much and sat there. We were behaving well at first (to respect the church going people) but as time went by and bottles of beer were getting emptied there was no such thing as respect on anybody's mind. Soon enough our normal attitude was taking over and farts and swearing was what one could have heard (and smell!) We spent the whole day there, playing cards, eating, drinking, gossiping... Until 6 o'clock when another mass started and another took place immediately after :( I assisted to 3 masses in 1 day...enough to last a life time. But actually, I confirmed my beliefs. I dont know why some people go to church. There was this particular woman who was looking at us as if we had killed her mother when she saw us on the doorstep drinking beer. Then as soon as she got inside she kept staring at what was happening outside. Jeezz...do you call people like this devoted christians? I dont!

The plans were to sleep there also but then the wind got stonger and we decided to pull our tents. It also saved us from waking up at 6am when the church bells start calling the so-called-devoted for the early mass. All in all we had a good time although trekking and swimming were not a priority contrary to what was supposed. But perhaps...was it a first sign of inclination towards church and its community?

I doubt it.

Lost in St. Luke's

Yesterday I had to pay a visit to a relative who very unfortunately found himself on a bed at St. Luke's hospital. And when I said "I had", I really had. Hospitals are anything but my place. As soon as I make the first step inside I start imagining myself entering into a strange world. My mood changes all of a sudden...I cannot help feeling sad and sorry for those poor patients on their beds. For me it seems as if they are all in a long queue waiting for their death. And then you see doctors, nurses and other staff passing by smiling and chatting as if nothing is going on...I admire them actually because I'm not at all capable of acting "normal" inside that building. Perhaps some here know much better than me how to deal with it ;)

In fact, when we got near my cousin's bed, I didnt even pronounce one single word. I kept staring at him, making things even worse. I had 10 thousand words what to say to him but I just couldnt. Obviously, I hadnt the courage to ask him what resulted from the tests and what's to proceed neither. But thank god there was mum with me (who is much a better speaker than I am) and a television (at least I could pretend that I'm watching tv). But visiting F was only a small part of the visit to my dear Luke, because the majority of the time was spent treasure-hunting.

Well that's what I think those who saw us thought! There's not a room in St. Luke's which I didnt pay a visit to yesterday. We knew that F was a patient in a particular hall so we didnt ask at the reception. We checked the sings at the entrance and headed as directed. But to our great disbelief the hall had another name. We asked the staff several times and were sent to different places none of which mathced our target. We also asked some passers by but to no avail. We also met some others who were looking for the same room but who did not succeed either. We returned to the reception for better results (we hoped) but still the information was not correct. But at least the nurse at the desk of this section knew that recently some halls changed their location and we were finally sent to our destination.

Phew! That was one horrible hour knowing how I am with hospitals :S But anyways, that's history now. All I hope for now is for my dear coz to feel better because he didnt look that good to me yesterday :(

In loss of proctection

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Regno delle anime

I used to love cartoons as a kid...well everybody does I think. Lately, my friend sent me this link http://regnodelleanime.gamesurf.it/l.htm and I found myself lost in this world of fantasy once again. Memories from the past keep coming back with each cartoon character and phrases like "those were the days" couldn't but be expressed. But anyways, thanks to sites like this one, such thought-free moments can be re-enjoyed. This time with a bigger smile on your face as you get to remember you as a little child on your grandma's sofa being forcefully fed by your aunt as you are alienated watching your favourite cartoon hehe

Damned by Septembers

Today I came to the conclusion that September should be banned from my calendar. Listen to this:

September 2004: chickenpox
September 2005: high temperature & big infection in throats
Eve of September 2006: big pain in the neck

Dear pain-in-the-ass- of- September, leave me fuckin alone!!!!!!

Back from Gozo

As the tradition goes, on the last week of August me and my friends parted for a weekend in a Gozitan farmhouse. We hired the same farmh0use in which we went last year and to no surprise it still many essentials missing. Then why did we hire it again? Because it has a massive pool which is the main attraction for us. However we will be changing the place next year becasue we couldnt take the recklessness of the owners any longer. We did revenge however. Our actions consisted mainly of smashing an egg on the TV (NB: showing only one channel), throwing rubbish after the TV set and scrathcing the floor by means of a wooden bench. Dont call us vandals...just defenders of our rights.

Leaving the above aside, the rest was simply unforgettable! Whole days were spent in the pool; swimming and playing strange games which only my more imaginative friends can ever come up with. The cherry on the cake was the last night and the morning after. M suggested to prepare a syncronized-swimming coreography for the night. We took this extremely seriously and were busily painting our faces with very pleasant make-up ( tridx tmur kemm kien pleasant!) Mine consisted of black eye-shadow which went up almost to my brain, 2 flaming red cheeks - redder than those of a clown, dark lipstick which disformed the shape of my lips, and a fake beauty spot down my chin (anyone interested in me?) :P After all was set, we headed for the pool area where Y agreed to film our much precious show. Well, the show was marvelous...I'm still surprised that I'm alive after swallowing a gallon of chlorine because I just couldnt stop laughing. The morning after was celebrated by putting all types of chairs, glasses and snack packets into the pool as we swore to destroy the house to pieces.

I promised you that adult acts were going to take place...and they did! Apart from those private acts which remained private, some private acts, in reality turned out to be public. I cant count the times I found myself undressed out of my bikini or trying to put someonelse out of their swimsuits. These activities were girls only although things got worse as time passed by. But I must admit...this was not the first time I swimmed naked and I confirmed the I love that sensation!