Gym ! Starting Monday…

Now, whose fault is it that Milka has to have oreo filling recently, or that our canteen sells Oreo in first place…and Kinder Bueno ..and Ferrero ??!! Not ours! We are human beings for the love of whats-precious-to-you . If you get us exposed to it (24/7 now) and not expect of us to gain weight is like expecting a werewolf not transforming in front of a full moon… (Error: Simple analogy missing!)

  It is very common to all of us finding ourselves daydreaming of those little sins wrapped in shiny, goldish, redish… kinds of smooth, feathery, fancy paper (and if you’re not relating to this, you are a big fat liar in denial). And there is the late night munchies … That’s usually when you would rather sleep and not eat, and then you realize that there is a reason for that headache so you go and devour whatever the Skapto 1 or Prego store has to offer (Ain’t nobody got time/energy to go further than that! )

It is not that we don’t have the will, it’s because we “don’t” have the time… See, we are too busy doing nothing, and all those last minute projects to be taken care of(I mean we would rather scroll down the Facebook page no?...)

 Plus there is that couch in the main lobby that has this attraction force we can’t resist. As a community we love to chat , so what’s better then sitting down with a couple of friends on that couch having a nice talk ? Well, gathering with a zillion of them, getting loud and shush-ing each-other! ( It does not work most of the time but we pretend to try.)

Gym is important, ok. I even gave it a try too many times. I really want to dedicate to it, but there is this small problem: I’m addicted to fuzzy bubbly drinks and do not consider a meal done until I have a desert.  I understand you guys who are extremely dedicated to working out. I really wish I had half the will (actually that means at least three times a week so… i'll skip that and stick to Zumba instead ;)

However I have made up my mind! I will start on Monday. What’s more efficient than that, it’s Monday, beginning of the month so … I got till September! I don’t make the rules, it’s the universe that wants me to spend more time unproductively … 

When did Complicated become so Complicated ?!

Today was a throwback Sunday. While enjoying the variety of rice at the canteen, me and my friends found ourselves talking about our first “love”, high school sweethearts and how innocent those times used to be...See, we have this wrong mentality where we come from. If you are to have a crush or be very close to a boy before a certain age, Your picture kind of gets down from the ‘pride’ corner of the pictures in your house and then  brothers/boy cousins happen…poor crush… (Now don’t start getting any wrong ideas, my picture was on the top the whole time :D )

Interesting how we would consider something like that such a big deal back then.  After getting surprised of the mentality which we grew up around, of course we started comparing generations (funny enough, with more or less the same mentality that judged our generation back then). In our defense: things have gotten worrying . This is what my cousin said when asked about what love meant to him:

– “Love is dreaming about somebody and wanting to go to school to see her/them!”  

Sweet right? Now go back to reading it and take in consideration that he was four years old and sipping from his Choc milk box when he said it. He also added that he had two girlfriends, so that whenever one would be missing a day in kindergarten, he wouldn’t feel lonely.

Me, at 5^th grade went home crying to my mom because a boy told me he liked me, while the 5^th graders now look like mid-teenagers and aim for high school boys! My friend felt humiliated that she bloomed early , while little girls’ bikini pictures cover our Facebook and Instagram wall .Guys…I don’t blame you but don’t get yourself in trouble. For the safety of everybody, I think all these YOLO generation, under 16, should wear an ID badge around their neck the whole time.  My other friend was saying how she, in middle school, would write in a foreign language in her diary so that nobody would understand (That would be hilarious to read now! ) while nowadays keeping things private for these little cupcakes is the least of their worries , actually they even promote their most personal things.

 Yes, we were the innocent ones, and yes we thought of things straight forward back then. “A boy meets a girl, and they become sweethearts, spend beautiful times together and fall madly in love and nothing else stands in their way.”  Remember those sweet scenarios? Yeah… they are gone.  Ask us ! That sweet boy you meet, becomes the boy you stalk on social media. The sweetheart phase you go through becomes a ping-pong of stares and casual talks where both know exactly what’s happening. The beautiful times you spend become awkward to the fear of what’s going to happen next. The madly in love part ?! Forget about it, it’s complicated.  There are even worse scenarios to add more to this complicated drama, but I don’t think it’s proper to go there now...

Complicated is a complicated word to use in such complicated situations. But hey, we live in a messed up, complicated world where nothing is predictable, where even the most predictable people have a scary phase of ambiguity, where relationships are labeled under tens of names, where your love happiness means a long journey of disappointments, where expressing feelings towards people you like becomes a huge challenge, where culture and blindness messes up everything and time is never enough. So, get what you can from it. Hell with the fixed scenarios! Write your own novel J

Le Lazy...

Mom, Dad, if you are ever reading this, don’t  read further, its just me trying to teach the other students how to manage their time and do It perfectly like me , meaning:  waking up at 7 am,  have a good breakfast , go to all classes, have a  healthy 3-course lunch,  spend my evenings studying, socialize for an hour or so over grape juice with friends discussing about global warming and economy matters and head to bed by 9.30, ready to wake up all fresh and embrace the next day singing “It’s a beautiful day” with a happy hop on my walk.

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The irony here is that it has been three days that I planned on writing this. I should just stop It right here and you would get exactly what was the purpose of it but since I’m too lazy to study It’s either this or tightening up my room. (Typing on the keyboard though…such a pain, why couldn’t we just stare at the screen and have our thoughts writing themselves ? Come on technology, hurry up! )

I woke up today to a gorgeous sunny Sunday. It was so beautiful that I really considered getting up to open the window… Two hours later I did open it and since I was up I thought I should make some coffee and think of the next thing to procrastinate on. While doing so, I looked at my reflection on the window …beautiful as always, don’t get any wrong ideas, but I could’ve really used some more energy reflecting in my face. And then I thought, meh… so what that my navy lips from last night’s grape juice and messy hair don’t  send the image of the energetic me at 3 pm?! (While complaining about not grabbing my cup on the way, now it’s another 2 m of walk )

 Don’t get me wrong, I feel the pressure and all, I feel like I should study and so very bad for not being like those students who apply to everything and attend conferences on weekends, and those who wake up to work out at 8 am on a Saturday (what’s wrong with you guys ?!Its Saturday! You know, so when you talk about your Saturday you have to be like: well, on Saturday I just SAT…  It’s meant to sleep in late and do nothing…)

 I’m sure I’m not the only one who walks out of the building at 5 pm on weekends looking at guys wearing badges and their best “business” outfits ( the best a student can afford…), while I’m barely keeping my eyes open because they are not used to the sunlight yet, and to think that the sun is going down, so not much light there… Don’t judge or I will start judging what’s wrong with your social life that you happen to be up by 8 am and already achieving all your next weekly goals by 5 pm of a Saturday …

I’m a very easy going person, willing to go to places and up for new things , but I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON. Yes, I consider 9 way, way too early to start the day. I even feel like it has been three months since we started the semester because now 4 days of my week start at 8am ! It’s twice the length of my normal university day. You do not want to see me that early in the morning, I might smile at you and be all nice and caring but if you are in for a long talk, I might be growing canine teeth so  you’d better run…

    Hey after all, its all about priorities… So you can’t judge others  on their eagerness to do things quick or pleasure of  postponing them till the very last minute.  But let’s be honest, which of  us here hasn’t felt the guilt and the satisfaction both at the same time when deciding to do it …”tomorrow” ? Leaving the guilt part aside, somehow you just decide to enjoy it and do the least productive thing because you have “plenty” of time tomorrow, where you will “wake up” by 10 am at most!  It’s amazing and shameful how easily we get tempted to give up on big things and turn on the other side instead for one more hour of sleep….

You guys, who do your stuff…I admire your will.  I too have that will but it must be something I really love doing … The rest of you , like me (or my friend who I swear just said: “-Let me know when you’re done with it so I can feel good that at least something is getting accomplished today in our room! ” ) either stop whining how you are running out of time and move your bottoms or shut up and enjoy those series… and that chocolate… and the chatting … and your Youtube list …

I think I got to eat at some point today and since Mom is nowhere around, it’s time to get up and cook something!! Wait…that’s too much of an effort … I will just go and eat somewhere…close!

Who am I kidding?! I’m just going to order and if I play my cards right, maybe make my friend pick it up too … (mwahaha) 

"V" for ...

For safety reasons we are going to refer to this day as the V-day, since many people get close to experiencing seizures when reading about it. I really didn’t want to write about it because everybody is allowed to feel the way they want about it. My desire to write was triggered from the difficulty I had trying to make my way through the hearts, sexy red lingerie and the arrows flying above my head all over town (and if you know me I bet you can tell they were flying pretty low…).

You think this is going to be one of those writings that mock people on V-day and how this day shouldn’t be overrated and couples should love each other every single day of the year and blah blah… I ll get there eventually. Now however, you are probably thinking this is going to be one of those cheesy things you can find in a teenager’s diary with probably heart shaped pictures of the BF on the side and lots of hearts and most certainly “initial+BFinitial 4eva”. (At least this is how it used to be back in my days , nowadays teenagers are messed up …)How to put it…well: It’s NEITHER (or BOTH?)

To all of you who love this day and are super excited to have dinner with your significant other, or to get that present you worked so much on hinting to your boyfriend, or to walk hand by hand declaring your love: I’m so very excited for you too! That’s amazing! You have something you feel great about and you should let everybody know! Why not? Happiness is what matters the most indeed and you are one of the luckiest ones. This is the day for you, the V-day is all yours to cherish and be grateful to that baby angel who hit you in the first place (somebody should change his diaper though, it has been centuries that he wanders around) LOVE is a beautiful feeling that everybody deserves to experience as much as they can in their life. This day is the perfect one to send that message to the world.

(Since I’m sure you were waiting for the little devil on my other shoulder to speak ,I thought he should too. After all we do live in a democratic world where imaginary personifications of our sub consciousness should have the equal rights regarding freedom of speech...)

The funny thing is that V-day is for women only! It’s all about them (just like everything else.)They have to show their girl friends that their man cares and got her this amazing gift, and took her to this expensive restaurant and how he said these wonderful things and expressed his love better than Shakespear that night! Your girlfriends know.Tthey know that he actually shoved his face in his plate and probably checked the waitress out…Sorry, but hey they would still act amazed and will “awww” at everything you say, especially the single ones! On the other hand the guys, my dear lady friends like you have probably noticed but decided not to consider it, couldn’t care less that there was somebody who did something for love or died from it on this day. The only thing they are nervous about is getting you the wrong gift. That would mean a lot of closed doors for those dudes (…). Guys, if she’s expecting an Iphone 5 S or diamond earrings from the student/unemployed you, dump the b…beauty! You’re getting a scarf , a shirt or a belt anyways … 

 Both you girls and boys who care about V-day because of the big gifts, the soon to die roses, the heart shaped chocolate boxes with the Eiffel tower on top … I don’t think you got the Memo, but this is not what “love” is about.

Commercial break: To all of you who feel trapped in the Complicated, Don’t-know-how-to-label-it kind of relationships, Get this card and give it a try!

Good news: There’s going to be a “Celebrate Love and Wine” party around here! Thanks you crazy God Dionysus for also making the V-day stand for VINO day!  

I don’t know about you guys, but I know what I’m going to be celebrating …*hiccup*…Cheers !

Insecurities or perfect flaws?

You know that image of great looking people walking down the street with a certain confidence that makes you interested in them? I bet you do. If you had the power to read their thoughts for a day, what do you think they would think? Not that you predictable human…

I am almost sure that you would read thoughts about their imperfectness , that insecurity, the loosened string that holds their confidence.  We would all think that the insecurity must be physical since we live in a world where appearance matters (and we all know it does)

However, appearance does not mean beauty or fit bodies. It also means style, what you choose to let people see first in you, charisma, sense of humor, knowledge, social skills etc. Since it matters so much, we tend to believe that we lack something when it comes to self esteem.

  When asking my friends about their insecurities I got : weight , fear of gaining weight, specific body parts that they(us) don’t feel good about.  There is also that friend that has that thing that most of her female friends would kill for, but she considers it a flaw (It’s exactly what you’re thinking and we think she is a little nuts too…)                                                                         

 Besides the physical insecurities, the ones that you actually can’t do much to fix are the personality ones. How many times have we heard our friends complain that they can’t deal with certain situations as they know they should because of their character or emotional control. ( I am one of them and as my Sherlock friend would say “That is not a good thing…” )How many times have we heard our friends whine about a lost argument and how they wanted to say that perfect line but  “let it go” because was not worth the fight? (we all know that comeback came to his/her mind two hours later) Women mostly are more emotionally driven, especially during the dark week… and they all are very insecure about the stuff that they might do or say but they do it anyways. And then, there are men, not so self-controlled as they believe to be.  Anger management, like breaking doors and flipping tables I think are little insecurities about dealing with the situation properly too.

You may have big ears, crooked nose, a “single” pack (that’s a shape too) loose temper, emotional instability, whining behavior, crazy mood swing etc etc…but if you weren't to have all that you would be boring as hell and your perfection would be ugly and untasteful.

Now build up your confidence , exactly like you do when you sing in the shower, and be PERFECTLY EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY FLAWFUL.

Girls and Sports

                                                                                   

Since internet is fuzzing about the Superbowl these days I thought I should write something related to it. However, to make it a bit more interesting than the Broncos terrible game and the Coca-Cola “racist” commercial, I am going to talk about the relationship between girls and sports. Girls have the least idea there is as far as sports concerned. Of course there are exceptions, like passionate women about sports who also play and consider it a worthwhile activity. Then, there is the other  95%...Oh they do watch sports! Don’t get me wrong…The motif however is not personally related to enjoying the sport itself.  I came up with my own categories of girls who watch sports and even dare to call themselves “fans”. I present you:

1.The “OMG he is so hot!” group. This is the kind that knows everything about the player’s  personal life, wife, wife’s wardrobe, anniversaries, kids, mansions etc. Do not get confused, how the players  got this career and what do they exactly do profession wise is none of this groups interests. To make it easier for you, this is the David Beckham/Cristiano Ronaldo group. How to recognize this group? Easy, what you will probably hear most of the time in their group conversations (I wish you will never have to experience that) is “Ugh, his girlfriend/fiancé/wife is even ugly! He could do so much better!”

2.The “daddy’s princess”. See, I don’t know how your family used to spend the weekends, but as a europian family of four, half of which was made of male football fans (note: this is the real football, not the one you dear American friends consider such, hint: FOOT ! ) our weekend was all about it. We used to fight who would get the main TV. It was a harsh battle between the Weekend  Shows and Football! Was a long weekend of games, that according to my father and brother every  single game “Could not be missed!”. So when mom gave up trying we started watching football. Now every girl’s first fan experience in sports is her Daddy’s favorite team. She knows nothing, barely can tie her shows or tell the time, let alone know strategies or what is going on but she is a FAN!

3.The “boyfriend supporter” . Isn’t that cute? This is a milestone for a girl. She has just passed the “daddy’s princess” times (or maybe not, we all know way too many “princesses” around), and has gotten into a supportive phase. Since her significant one is passionate about a team the girl tries hard to understand his interests. Another factor is her wanting to spend more time with him. One thing leads to another and the girlfriends become huge fans of their boyfriends’ team. This is a great way to be with your boyfriend, however not so great for your boyfriends’ friends to have you watch all the games with them. Men need their space, especially during games to shout and curse without having to restrict themselves because of the lady’s presence…  So chicas go watch “Big brother” or that soap-opera every now and then… Who knows? Might be the episode where Maria Lucia tells her lover Fernando Antonio that he is the kid she gave up years ago…

4.The “I watch sports because I want to be cool” group . The extreme sports fans that might know a lot about a team or two but mostly watch sports to show that sports are not only for men. Women too can be passionate about the manly sports there are. It’s the equality thing that will never stop chasing us. But really, who are you kidding? We all know you have watched Titanic quite too many times and cried a lot when Jack died and probably wondered “Why the hell didn’t they take turns?!?!”

Last but not least, the “Why not?” group. These are the girls who accept going to a game with friends just to hang out and enjoy the crowd’s enthusiasm.  The worst part of this group is that they are on their phones scrolling down the Facebook feeds. Now that is ok the boys  because they don’t expect getting feedback from their lady friends on how beautiful that last action was…

The worst part of this all is that I can’t categorize myself… I do like sports! Watching friends get into that is a time spent well. I also like that dress Victoria Beckham wore at the Fashion Awards, I used to be an A.C. Milan fan since the age of 5… I did experience changing the team after a break up; joined friends and crushes to watch games while chatting with my best friend and BOY have I cried watching Titanic…

What about you? Do you have any idea where do you fit? If guy, can you find your girlfriend or friend/girl (you got to hate labeling!) anywhere here?