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The last 4 months

2011-11-20T14:28:00.000-08:00

I stopped writing in this blog 4 months ago today, but am still getting over 100 hits a month. Which is ironic, because it's probably more than I'm getting on my new blog. But anyway, girl, why are you still reading this, and who are you?

Anyway, In early July I went to Rio for a month, PARTY CAPITAL OF THE WORLD.
And then In august, I went to Istanbul. GATEWAY FROM EAST TO WEST. And I'm still there now, having lot's of fun. Read about it on my tumblr! Who am I even talking to anyway?

http://daliure.tumblr.com

http://daliure.tumblr.com/post/7912182555/rio-week-1

http://daliure.tumblr.com/post/9712358996/a-mild-comparison

http://daliure.tumblr.com/post/13080775841/turkish-baths-i-ancient

I've tumblr'd myself.

2011-07-21T21:14:00.000-07:00

Carry on reading at my tumblr

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2011-06-09T03:01:00.001-07:00

So I haven't made a post in 6 weeks. I've reached the point of not caring about this blog. That's a bad point to reach. There was a lot not worth writing about, like all my University deadlines. If you care, I had four essays and five exams in the month after the marathon. I've got three results back. One was a low 2.1, one was a good 1st, and one was an amazing 1st. I basically got full marks, and the teacher had nothing bad to say. That was the essay I wrote on the Marathon. I think I'll post it on here, its 6000 words so you probably won't read it, but it saves me doing another post about the marathon. You won't have to heard me say the word "Marathon" again. Not until next year anyway.

After the Marathon, the next exciting thing to happen was that Will and Kate got married (FYI). I watched it in bed.

Not alone obviously. Olivia was my Princess for the day. She was even wearing a real Tiara. But she doesn't want to be seen here.

Olivia left me for some seasonal work in Australia.

And you know what filled the hole she left in my life? My stalker. That's right. I had a stalker for a while in 2010. He would pop up in the most awkward places and fuck my day up. Well he reared his ugly head last month and fucked my whole life up, and I've been having bad dreams about him every night since. Seriously. I could name him and shame him but that would be mean. Maybe if he crops up again, I will. Unless I dispose of him first.

But it might not have to come to that. Because I dyed my hair blond, so he won't be able to find me. (That's not true. He likely knows i've dyed my hair, but I needed an excuse to mention it to you). And blonde's definitely do have more fun. Maybe not more fun in life, per se. But more fun with different colours of dye. What's that saying? "You can't paint a shit pink" or something. Well you can't dye black hair pink either.

Or green.

The War of Bernie and Rose. I

2011-04-12T10:43:00.000-07:00

I live with my Grandparents, i'm sure some of you know. Bernie - the cynical hag, who spends 7 months of every year drunk, and the other 5 months sitting with me at the kitchen table, bitching about everyone else in the world. And Sean - the mysterious old man that spends 12 months of the year writing letters to someone infront of his 48-inch television. We have a good relationship. Seany in his living room, bernie in her kitchen, and me in my bedroom for the most part.

Above us, in 64B, live Wayne and Tom. A gay couple. For a few months, Tom has been making crude and pervacious advances toward me on Grindr, which I politely went along with until I obtained his and Wayne's wifi password, then I blocked him.

Wayne is an Australian. He has a mother called Rosemarie (Don't worry, this story does actually go somewhere). She is a devout catholic, or so i've heard, and she, while wanting to visit England in the past, was abhored by the idea of homosexuality. And in a grand falling-out with Tom one day, everyone thought it best that Rosemarie, on her frequent stays in the UK locate herself downstairs, with the other old people. At this juncture in their saga, I was about to leave for a holiday, and only met Rosemarie once, on my departure. A svelte, 5'10 figure, with healthy curls of waist length grey hair appeared from the top of the stairs. "Are you Luke?" she smiled. Her pearly white teeth resonating through the unholy darkness, "God bless on your travels! And God tells me we will meet again!"

"God tells me we won't, because you're very old, and you live in Australia" I thought. How wrong I was. Rosemarie returned last week. This time I am here to witness her first hand, and can finally understand why my grandmother chose, of all the descriptives available to call this God-loving woman, a "Cunt".

Marathon training, weeks 19 - 21

2011-04-12T10:32:00.000-07:00

I didn't make separate entires for these three weeks because, drawing so close to the end of it all, everything's become quite monotonous, really. Although i've been doing things these three weeks that I hadn't done for the first 18.

I've been to physiotherapy twice, which is quite enjoyable. My physiotherapist is a turkish cpriot, and i'm a greek cyprio, so he get's all his racial anger out on my calves, so we both win.

I've started to delve into some research i'm doing for an essay on the marathon. Maybe too much research. But it means that i'm not just running it for running-its-sake, but for research purposes, so whether I give up and die, or breeze through to the finish line in seconds, I will have something to write about, I hope.

I raised £200 in these three weeks. I was hoping for more, but i've got wind that "the average" fundraiser is at 50% with one week to go. I'm at 61%. Win. I will keep nagging you, for the next 6 weeks, to donate on my behalf, so you should do it.

I've started tapering, so 2 weeks ago, after my longest run yet, 15 miles, i get to relax more and eat more than ever, which is fun.

Can't beleive there's less than a week left. Not really a training week at all. It seems to me as though I haven't trained for long or hard enough; I've heard a lot recently about how mammoth a marathon is supposed to be, and that half of it is in in the training. It's been quite enjoyable for me. Maybe because i'm young.

The Curse of April 17th

2011-04-05T11:43:00.000-07:00

I'm cursed. By April 17th. Or at least I think I am. But I'm going to document this now, in 2011, so that if the curse plays out, and I die on April 17th, you'll all be safe in the knowledge that I told you so.

The curse isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I've noticed that for as long as I can remember (April 17th 2007), something monumental/dire has happened in my life. Let's start with April 17th 2007; I broke up with my first "real" boyfriend on this day. Hardly life changing, but it was a big deal at the time. One year later, I found myself in someone else's bed, and I was like "Oh snap! It's a year today since I broke up with Matt! How far I've come!" Little did I know that the sex I had on A17th08* (*Does that work?) would lead me into a painful, one sided relationship a la Kate Winslet in The Holiday.

So so far - My first break-up. I fell in Love. 2009 was a bit different in that what happened was that I shat myself.

Yeah you heard me. It was just a normal day, A17th09 to be precise, and I hadn't yet clocked on to my curse. I was in the middle of a Jungle, in a homophobic country, so obviously the Curse-Master couldn't inflict any romance related calamities on me this day. But I got out of my hut, as I did every morning, brushed my teeth by the river side, in my swim shorts and t-shirt whilst watching the hundreds of school children sweep the grass (???). My tooth-brushing was, as always, interrupted by the headmasters house-girl telling me my breakfast was ready. So I put my toothbrush back in my hut, and crossed the busy field to the headmasters hut, where I sat with him and his wife, to our usual breakfast of Hot water and fresh bread. And then suddenly I shat. It wasn't even faux flatulence. One second I was chewing by bread, the next second I was shitting. At a table full of people, in loose shorts, in a house without a toilet. I had no choice but to finish my breakfast with a stern face, and politely excuse myself, somehow keeping my back to the wall. I couldn't keep my back to the wall when crossing the field, back to my hut, but who knows what, if anything, the children saw. They probably just saw the crazy white man clutching at his shorts for no reason. Anyway, we don't need to know the rest of the story. Suffice to say I got washed and changed and went to school. The point is - Who shit's themselves?! Nobody does. Except children, old people, people who are having anal sex, and people who are cursed. We know which category I fell into on that day, don't we (the cursed one). It was only in writing it in my diary that night that I spotted the date at the top of the page! I noticed the trend, How exiting.

Forward a year; April 17th 2010. After basically exactly 2 years of self inflicted torture, I found myself in that boys bed again. Fooling around. It's something I'd wished for for years, and as I kissed him, I felt emancipated from my wishes, and basically got over it. Who knew how simple it was! Besides the fact that we fell out a month later, the curse had been broken!!! A break-up, unrequited love, and a shit. I'd ended it with something good! An emancipation! Woohoo! I got on with my life for another year.

Then last week, I realised something. The most important trial of 2011 for me so far, is going to be The London Marathon. Guess what Sherlock. It's on April 17th.

It awaits to be seen whether the events of A17th10 mean that the curse is now a good curse, or whether it was just an off year, and I'm going to break my leg and die at mile 23. Maybe nothing will happen; i'll receive an average time and my legs will hurt a bit; but it is definitely something major, and definitely on april 17th, so that's definitely the 5th year in a row. And now I have the blog entry to prove that curses exist. Stay tuned for A17th12 - end of the world edition.

R U Flirting Wiv Me?

2011-04-01T09:48:00.001-07:00

And other conversations.

Actually, I'm making fun of your name.

My brief and sickening brush with vagina...

My brief and lively brush with drugs...

My brief and tragic brush with unhappy people...

Marathon Training, week 18

2011-03-21T04:22:00.000-07:00

It's getting very close to the day now.

This week i received a package from Virgin, it had shoelaces, a countdown clock, and a magazine reminding me that I wasn't training enough and that I should eat a lot more carbs, and hyping the whole event up before telling me not to panic. Thanks for that virgin. I'm now officially shit scared, but also a bit exited.

I went to Muscle-Activation-Therapy this week, to help me with my injured leg. It's a kind of new-age Physiotherapy. It was really good, but subsequent sessions would cost me £85 a go, so they let me go.

Luckily my leg stopped hurting, finally, after 3 miserable weeks, and I ran 5 miles this week. That's it. 5 fucking miles, a month before the marathon!!! Well, this week, week 19, i'm going to be back on track. Fuck the yoga. Fuck the bike machine. This is real life...

Also, raised £136.20 this week. Another £130 next week?!? Yes please.

Who the hell are these children?

2011-03-18T03:58:00.000-07:00

You're going to just have to watch these videos before I start judging them, in case I put you off. You don't have to watch each video to the end lest you die. Have I said too much?

I don't know why I'm making these video's even more viral than they are. Granted that 4 year old can actually rap quite well, for a child.
We're now in an age where every 13 year old can get an HD camcorder, and autotune for christmas, which means, what the Black Eyed peas were doing in 2009, Rebecca Black is doing just as good in 2011. This now means that real, decent music artists need to step up their game, and start making Kanye style music videos.

If you have autotune, and the limited amount of brain cells it requires to write a song in which "Friday" rhymes with "Saturday", then you're going to get onto the Hit 100. How upsetting. The real talent has had to resort to writing songs about Transexuals, and Polygamy. Granted, their video's are a damn sight better.

Not too sure what my point is. I don't usually make entries like this. Maybe this is my point:

Marathon Training, week 17

2011-03-13T17:42:00.000-07:00

So apparently I hurt my leg somewhere along the line last week. Tried to run last weekend and it hurt a bit. So I had this week off! Much to my annoyance. I've actually hated not exercising, and felt like a big fat unhealthy cretin. I did my yoga, and spent 3 hours on the bike machine, to keep my cardio up. Doesn't feel like a lot. Only a month to go; need to heal my leg, and step this shit up!

Raised £135 this week! Yes! That's as much as last week. Let's aim for the same again next week, although i'm running out of wonderful people like my Abigail and my Uncle Alan to sponsor me £50. Why don't YOU sponsor me that much?! How nice would that be. Do it for easter with all the money you've saved not drinking, or whatever it is you're "giving up". Yes that's right. Give ME you're money.

I also got my Running vest in the post. WOO. Although it is a size too big, i still look fierce.

Click here if you think I am a very hard working, determined individual.

Marathon Training, week 16

2011-03-06T17:11:00.000-08:00

SIXTEEN WEEKS OF THIS SHIT!

Well, I'm not complaining. If i had one complaint, it would be the weather. It's so cold guys. Running in shorts and a t-shirt! I've been sneezing a lot this week. That would be shit; not running the marathon because i caught a cold!!!

Another complaint… or more of an observation of something annoying, is how complex and thought provoking a long distance run can be. No-one likes running in circles, so i generally use a long journey to coincide with such runs. Usually home-uni, or uni-my parents house, or the dentist-uni or some other shit like that. But then i will need a shower at my destination, and a change of clothes, so i always have to go there a day or 2 earlier and stash these things, kind of defeating the point of using the run to coincide with the journey, if i have to make the same journey anyway to prepare for the run! Then that leaves me with what I HAVE to carry - water, banana, carbo-gel, ipod, phone, wallet, blister plasters. I only have two hands, so I literally sellotape these things together and then hold them in two handy packages. Besides looking like i freak, I can never forget my sellotape wherever I go.

Did my usual shit this week - A threshold run, yoga, then my longest run yet - 13.2 miles! That's just over a half marathon :). It hurt a bit for the last 20 minutes, and I got upset that I was only halfway toward my eventual goal. My leg still hurts, i think I pulled something mildly. Then finished the week with some good old Interval Training.

Also, I saw a billboard advertising something to do with the marathon this week, and ran past quite a few other people running, so there's a big sense of anticipation in the air!

Now I have two very positive things to tell you;

1. I raised £115 this week!!!!!! That is SO DAMN MUCH. To put it in perspective, I raised £140 in the whole of february. Let's see if i can keep it in triple digits next week :) Big thank you to Raffaella and my baby brother Nick!

2. While dancing naked in front of the mirror, I noticed some muscle definition in my stomach that wasn't there before. I put that down to the Interval Training to be honest. But yeah, physical results are becoming visible results, which is encouraging!

PLEASE PLEASE SPONSOR ME!!!
If i haven't asked you personally yet, I will. If I have, and you haven't sponsored me - I'm writing a damn list. There's no escape from me and my good cause. http://www.justgiving.com/lukasgeorgiou

Malta, The Grand Finale

2011-03-02T07:46:00.001-08:00

Exhausted from their trek through the forted city of Valetta, Olivia and Lukas arrived back at Saint Julians. It was dark now, and althought it was only 7pm, they did not want to risk the closure of the city ruining their evening like it had previously, so they raced out to the liquor store and bought some Tequila. The shop next door the the liquor store was, quite coincidentally, a vegetable store, and they bought some lemons.

A shrine was promptly made.

After a lot of tequila and lemon, the gang headed out. Not before tucking Batsebabitch into bed of course. They headed to the country's best bar strip, where they were instantly accosted by slags with vouchers.

They used their slag vouchers to gain entry and free drinks in several bars. Lukas was quite put off by how much this place reminded him of straight clubs in London, and came to the conclusion that he didn't like straight bars. So they decided to stay in the one bar for about an hour, before looking for some gay hangouts.

A camp song came on and suddenly Lukas forgot his inhibitions and forced Olivia to start pole-dancing for the crowd. Hesitantly, se wrapped her legs around the greasy pole and began to writhe. A big old fat man then climbed onto the podium.

"I'm not having Olivia dance with him!" Lukas thought, so he climbed onto the podium too, and politely threw the man to the groud. To keep himself from looking like an overprotective fag, Lukas then began to grind on Olivia, till the songs close. "Oh my God," said Olivia "I feel like we just had real sex!"
This was greeted by silence from Lukas. That's just how he likes to dance.

They left the straight bar strip, and decided to go and buy some more Tequila before heading to the gay bars.

They didn't get any Tequila, and they didn't go to any gar bars.

At some point along the journey, Olivia managed to lose her shoes. So they had to tread slowly and carefully along the probably-unsafe roads of St. Juliens. Because of their speed, about half way through the journey, they heard in the distance the instantly recognisable screeching of Rihanna. Being a gay, a girl, and being drunk, they held hands and began to race toward the comforting sound, throwing caution to the wind, and treading on God knows what.

They found the bar that "Only Girl In The World" was playing, and ran inside without a second thought and proceeded to wail and dance their way through the song. Only when it was over did they think to look around the bar, where their eyes were met by about 10 pairs of crop-haired, army-panted, lesbian eyes, looking at them in disgust. Suddenly one of them screamed at them "A STRAIGHT GIRL, AND A MAN. IN OUR LESBIAN BAR. YOU MUST LEAVE. YOU SHALL NOT SULLY OUR LESBIAN SHRINE" with her eyes, and so they got the hint and left.

Outside, they stumbled upon two of these stereotyped lesbians, and thought they would try and infiltrate the cult by talking. To their surprise, these girls were also from London. Rachel, the first was called, lived very nearby in fact; in Watford! She was here on a DJ'ing holiday, staying at the Hilton, all expenses paid, or so she led them to believe. The other lesbian was beyond hope and didn't know how to communicate with anything that had ever touched a penis, and so instead threw the occasional angry or upset glace at them.

Over the course of the next hour, Lukas, Olivia, Rachel and Gremlock bonded somewhat; smoking, drinking, laughing. Quizzing eachother about sexual practises, and Rachel showing the occasional mind-blowing card trick. At one point, they picked a card at random - the 6 of Diamonds. They put it back in the deck, she shuffled. She then proceeded to go through the deck with them, asking them to stop her when they saw their card. Lo, the 6 of Diamonds never came up. "Our card isn't there!" they harked. "Yes," she said, "Because it is here!" and then she reached into her mouth and pulled out a folded card, covered in saliva. She unfolded it and it was the 6 of Diamonds. How they laughed.

Suddenly they realised Gremlock had left. They didn't miss her, but felt like maybe the party was over, and so hailed a cab. "Come back to mine!" offered Rachel, "I have loads of drinks, 2 double beds and a sound system!"
It sounded like a good idea, but they had an early plane to catch, and so decided they would get a cab first to their hostel, and then to Rachels hotel.

Ever the drunks, some sort of conversation was had with the driver of the cab. Lukas told him of Rachel's peculiar lifestyle choice, which pleased him. Suddenly the three of them were in the cab with the driver, and he suggested an obscene gay on straight on bi on lesbian action, involving all of them. They exitedly agreed, but thought it was best to do this in the parking lot of the Hilton, so they raced across town to the Hostel.
"I will be FIVE minutes" said Lukas. "I'm just getting all of our stuff." before kissing Rachel passionately (???) and running up to the room.

The room was in a fucking state. Twenty minutes later, he was still packing and tidying, When Olivia came upstairs, as pale as a sheet.
"I got down and dirty with Rachel" Isn't exactly what she said. The real phrase is locked away in the recesses of Lukas's fragile mind.
"You did what!" He screamed.
Olivia then went into detail as to the goings on in the cab that happened with everyone but Lukas present. She did this through interpretive dance and via the use of a green balloon.

Suddenly Lukas felt quite glad that he'd spent such a large portion of the evening cleaning, rather than indulging in such sadist activities. But still, they finished packing, and turned to leave the room, to get back into the sex cab.

You know when someone has been standing there for a long time, but you don't realise it until you walk straight into their muscular chest? Well that is what happened next. There was a huge man blocking the doorway to the room. How long he had been there, nobody could tell, but he was angry. He began interrogating our superheroes as to whether this really was their room and why they were leaving in the middle of the night. Our superheroes thought it would be funny to call him gay, and then watch him slam his fists into the wall and make other such testosterone induced gestures.

Eventually, after a lot of provoking on both teams behalves, all three of them decided to leave and get into the sex cab (Seriously). Lukas took the stairs while Olivia and the Neanderthal took the lift. Lukas reached the lobby and realised that the building was only 3 floors and so the lift should have reached her for sure by now. A whole minute later he took action and pressed the lift button. The door slid open, proving that the lift had been standing there idly for some time. Inside there was an attempted rape scene unfolding, not only in the lift, but in both of the mirrored walls of the lift, too. The neanderthal, although he probably could have killed Lukas with one hand, was caught like a deer in the headlights and let Olivia go.

They exited and the Neanderthal turned left. Our superheroes turned right, and with all their bags, ran to where the cab was waiting to free them. The cab was gone.

To this day, nobody knows what happened to Rachel, or the driver, or whether or not what may or may not have happened between them was consented. But at that very moment Lukas reached into his pocket and found a folded piece of card.

Oh Rachel...

Not wasting any time, they ran back to the Hostel, cautious of the return of the Neanderthal. They dumped their bags, and decided to return to where the party was at. They ran back outside and headed back towards town.

"Wait!" Yelled Olivia, en route, "Hide!"
They hid behind a small van.
"Look, over there! It's the Neanderthal!"

Sure enough, across the road, there was the Neanderthal; beer in one hand, the hair of a girl in the other. He took a swig of his beer, and then wretched the girls hair to his face, to make her kiss him. We U-turned and went around the block. Don't worry, we weren't about to allow TWO rapes to occur on this night; the two of them were outside a cafe, and there were other men around watching, to make sure she was safe.

They made it back to the clubbing strip, but as is the apparent trend in Malta, all the clubs were closed. Everyone had migrated to an impressively sized chicken shop. They followed the flock, and got 12 nuggets between them. Scalding their tongues on the hot, deep fried goods sobered them up slightly, but also made them realise just how drunk they were.

They decided it would be wise to turn in for the night now; they had an early flight to catch!

They returned to the Hostel and collapsed asleep.

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The following morning, life was quite straightforward for our twosome. Apart from the fact that they got up late. This threw everything out of whack, and they ended up losing their keys. When they eventually found the lost keys, the door to the Hostel decided to not open at all. They took descisive action to get some authority or other to open the door for them. This led them to the discovery that the Neanderthal OWNED the hostel. They had no choice but to befriend his father and convince him to crowbar the hostel door off it's hinges because they could not afford to miss their flight.

Lukas thought that maybe this final hurdle - an intimate moment with the father of a beast was a sign, an opportunity to bring the Neanderthal and his rapist ways down once and for all.
"We have to tell him about his son!" Lukas beseeched.
But then Olivia reminded Lukas that the apple does not fall far from the tree, and locked in a room with this man with a crowbar, telling him that he birthed a rapist probably wasn't wise. So the door was opened, and they left this charming father and son duo to do whatever it is that they get up to in their spare time. Our duo continued down the road and found a wonderful feminist-taxi company, which was good because at this point, there was not a man in Malta that they could trust. And so Maria drove them to the airport, where things went without hitch.

An old lady was sat next to them, in her wheelchair in the departure lounge. A friendly air steward approached her. "Did you enjoy your holiday madame?" She squeeked, timidly.
"NO!" barked the old hag, "I FELL OVER AND BROKE MY ARM."

Good times.

Marathon training, week 15

2011-02-28T07:20:00.000-08:00

I'm getting quite close to the day now. The training is getting more and more intense, but i'm noticing it less and less. It's like exercising 4 times a week is just basic now. How will I manage when the whole thing is over? I'm so fit and healthy now, it's hard to imagine my old self.

I spent 3 hours in the gym on Monday, and dragged Abigail along. She was livid. It left us both aching for the rest of the week.

Yoga on Tuesday, as per usual, and i fancy the teacher even more this week.

Wednesday, I ran just short of 13 miles, and again, it wasn't that difficult.

Friday, I did some HIIT.

This week i raised £20, which gets me to the 20% mark, Woohoo!. I want to get to 30% at least, by the end of March. I can onl do that with your help; Http://www.justgiving.com/lukasgeorgiou

Marathon training, week 14

2011-02-20T14:49:00.000-08:00

What a succesful week in comparison to the last!

It was reading week so I was off having fun with Olivia, rather than spending all my time exercising. I did however, manage to go to my Yoga class, on tuesday, as per every other week. And did some yoga of my own three other times; once alone, once with my sister, and once with raffaella. I know enough now to do it comfortably for an hour without needing a class horay.

Two more people commented on what nice legs i have.

I ran 10.6 miles, with some degree of ease, apart from blisters. My furthest yet.

I raised a whopping £64.20. Nearly at 20% :D

The Hobbit and it's effects

2011-02-20T08:59:00.002-08:00

At some point in January, in a romantically dimly lit kitchen, two friends of mine... let's call them agents 'R' and 'K' for now, held a thin piece of paper between them. The paper was perforated into bite-sized squares, and each square cloudy white in colour, almost see-through.

"It effects are quite like that of magic mushrooms" Said Agent K, "But obviously, it's synthetic... I can't think of a name for it though!"

"Can i give it a name?!" squealed Agent R "Let's call it... Hobbit!"

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A month later, i arrived at a friends housewarming party. I was a few hours late. I was greeted at the door by someone quite drunk "Hi! I'm so glad you came! We're all drunk already!"

"Haha, that's fine... I'll just have to catch up!" I replied, striding into the living room.

"Well if you want to catch up, you'll need to have this too." She whispered, opening her palm to reveal a messily ripped piece of paper. "It's new... it's called 'Hobbit'."

Everyone had already taken this strangely named substance. I was quite apprehensive, as the last "New" drug I tried - Mephedrone - was infamous for making you feel like your oesophagus was dissolving, and the restless, dreadful withdrawal symptoms it left you with as soon as you started to come down, that left you begging for more.

It didn't help that no-one at the party could explain what it was hobbit was supposed to do, so i prepared myself to experience something similar to the effects of Mephedrone.

An hour later, I was still sober, watching my friends roll around the floor in laughter. "EVERYTHING IS SO FUNNY. EVEN THIS SENTENCE IS HILARIOUS!" Someone shouted at me, before running out of the living room. I didn't laugh.

I ate a peanut and suddenly felt like my gastric band was about to explode. I commented on that and my friend said "I felt like that half an hour ago, and now everything is beautiful!"

I spent the next half an hour waiting for whatever god damned epiphany it was that I was supposed to receive. It didn't come, so i burst open the door to the bedroom that everyone was partying in (yes, i'd been wondering around alone), and was greeted by such an insane scene, i couldn't help but laugh. I caught Laura's eye and she laughed at me. I laughed because she was laughing, and she laughed because I was laughing, and everyone else was laughing at everyone else who was also laughing at everyone else. The bed looked so soft, so i closed the door and lay on it and just laughed at how ridiculous the whole world was for about 10 minutes, while everyone else rolled around laughing around me. Then i realised that i'd had the long awaited epiphany!

We all spent the next few hours marvelling at everything around us, and at the words leaving our mouths. Conversation turned into an art form;

"I'm going to leave and get some drinks"
"Look where your foot is! Why don't you leave and get some tables to replace the one you're about to kick."
"Well i wouldn't kick the table if the chair I was on wasn't so far away from the wall"
"Well blame the builders for walling the wall like that!" was the form most conversations took that night; they seemed poetic to us, but were actually moronic and tinged with angst.

The angst got a bit too much at one point, when somebody had a fight with a statue of a dog and we all argued about who may have started it.

Another hour or so later and some of us ventured out of the room to find some hairspray, because "I need to spray my hair with some hairspray! Haha, how funny. spray hair. hair spray."
So my friends sprayed their hair while i sat on the bed and watched. They left the room, but I was suddenly too scared to return to the party. I sat on the bed wondering if everyone was talking about me. I pondered this idea for an hour before I got the courage to return to the room. But the paranoia wouldn't go. A few of us had this nausiating feeling throughout the night, which in fact, for me, made the low lower than the high was high, and so maybe made the drug not worth taking. But I suppose that's why we don't do this sort of thing all the time.
For a 'new' drug, though, Hobbit trumped Mephedrone, hands down. Agent K has since informed me that the more you take, the more psychadelic the experience wil become. So maybe that's an option for the future.

So, the hysteria/paranoia subsided, we ordered a Chinese, and eventually all went home late the next evening.

But that wasn't the last i'd heard from the Hobbit...*

(*To be Continued)

The Sacred book of the werewolf

2011-02-20T08:59:00.001-08:00

I don't usually write serious reviews, because i'm not too sure what exactly my opinion counts for, but this book was fantastic, and nobody has heard of it, so i'm just doing my bit.

It's the perfect example of why to not judge a book by it's cover.

I was recomended the 'City Lights' book store in San Francisco, and when inside, i found that the walls were lined with books i'd never heard of, there was no best sellers, or chart topping sections. Just simply good books. I spent a good few hours in there, picking up all sorts of books, not sure which to buy. On my way to the checkout, this one caught my eye. I read the back:

"ROUGH WEREWOLF ON WEREWOLF SEX. WERE-CREATURE PHILOSOPHY THAT DOUBLES AS SATIRICAL CONTENT. PUCKY UNDERAGE RUSSIAN PROSTITUTES WHO ARE ACTUALLY MILLENIA-OLD SUPERNATURAL BEINGS. NONSTOP REFERENCES TO ICONIC AUTHORS, PHILOSOPHERS, AND POP CULTURE. IF YOU ENJOY HAVING ALL OF THESE ELEMENTS IN YOUR FICTION, YOU'LL LOVE THIS BOOK - WASHINGTON POST."

I found this quote quite, well, stupid. This is probably the only book to contain more than one of those elements, never mind all of them, so if you enjoy having all of these elements in your fiction, the Washington Post should have said, then you've probably read this book already!

Aside from that, all those elements did exite me, and so i bought the book. Needless to say, the Washington Post's blurb did not do it much justice.

The book is about a girl, A Hui-li. She's a good few thousand years old, and is a 'Fox'. Ancient were-creatures that look like young girls, but have big bushy fox tails, which they use as hypnotic antenni to confuse people into seeing whatever the fox wills them to. A hui-li confuses men into thinking she just had sex with them, and so they pay her. She's been doing this for thousands of years, and so, understandably, is very jaded by the human race, and the sorts of sex human men can offer her. The first half of the book focuses on A Hui-Li, giving an objective commentary on the life of humans, and the errors of their ways. I did really find myself believing everything this immortal, slightly insane girl told me, despite the fact that it was actually written by a middle aged Russian man.

Anyway, halfway through the book, she whips her tail out to hypnotise a man. He laughs at her, morphs into a huge shaggy beast, and rapes her.

They then discover what sort of "tailechery" two magical were-creatures can do together, and the book, while continuing in its satirical commentary on life, takes a more sexually perverse turn.

A Hui-li, in her jaded, internal monologues provide the reader with many a pearl of wisdom, such as:
"A woman's attractiveness has less to do with her hairstyle, or the lighting, than with a mans balls."

And Alexander, the slightly less intelligent werewolf, often tries to play his part in the books ongoing existential debate:
''The philosopher Berkley believed that everything only exists when it is perceived. If this is so, then sex and masturbation are the same thing. If everything only exists in perception, then surely making love to an imaginary girl is better than making love to a real girl."

I won't give much away, but it was a wonderful read and I learnt a lot from these two characters. You might turn your head away in disgust if your experience of werewolves is now nothing more than those featured in Twilight. But let me assure you, the werewolves in this book are much more exiting; they're cleverer, less frigid, and have much bigger dicks.

Marathon Training, week 13

2011-02-17T02:45:00.001-08:00

On Monday I was set to do my logest run yet - 10 miles.
In the first 2 miles my earphones broke, i cut my arm, my water spilled all over my things in my bag and my calves siezed up, so i hobbled another mile to the train station, defeated.

Decided to take the rest of the week easy - a bit of yoga, and some short treadmill runs.

A bit tired of all this now, not really much of an end in sight, and I managed to scramble £17.50 in sponsorship.
Not to sound too ungrateful, but someone gave me £10, then decided that that was too much and asked for change. Maybe you feel like it is too much, but never give to charity, then ask for change, it's condescending .

So yeah, this week failed. But I'm allowed a miserable week. Next week will be amazing!

People on the underground

2011-02-09T04:31:00.000-08:00

I did something last year, where I took photo's of women dressing badly on the tube. People liked it, but it's a bit mean, so this week, instead of taking pictures of just women on the train, I took pictures of Everyone!. Or everyone that sat opposite me at least.

I thought this lady was funny because she thought she could single handedly bring ~~back~~ into fashion the scooting commuter. It won't work.

This guy wasn't sat opposite me, but it's Bill, from Kill Bill, so i think I was justified in taking this:

This man fell asleep with his tongue out, snoring.

This old couple looked like twins.

This young couple were both crying, and refusing to look at each other. Divorce? Maybe she didn't like him because of his woman's jeans?

This man was drunk.

How exiting.

Marathon training, week 12

2011-02-07T02:16:00.000-08:00

Because I learnt at the conference that I should start running on the streets immediately, i started the week by putting myself to the test - run from my parents house to university.
I did it, quite easily. In an hour and a half. This doesn't include the 20 minutes where i had to stop and apply plasters to my blisters. It was about 8.8 miles. So that's exactly 1/3rd of the marathon. At this rate i will run the marathon in about five hours.
NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

Ahem.

But anyway, it wasn't as difficult as i thought it would be, so i'm going to extend the distance next week by running around the block once beforehand, adding over 2 miles (big block).

On the tuesday I went to a yoga class, to limber up from the run.
On the wednesday, i did some High Interval training.
On the thursday I tried to go to the gym but was fed up.
And on saturday, i did another street run; this time at night time, and for only 5.5 miles. I did it on a full stomach too. Not a good idea.

Although the whole week was easy enough, physically, and in terms of willpower to a degree, it does kind of scare me that that amount of exercise is the bare minimum that i need to be putting in weekly now.

This weeks mileage: 17.3

Raised a massive £56.20 this week which was amazing; thanks to some lovely people :)
See if I can get even more next week!

If you haven't done so already, click HERE to sponsor me.

Serial Dating

2011-02-03T09:22:00.000-08:00

Oh Hiya.

Ever since i reached sexual maturity, up until last october, i'd only ever dated 6 people. Each of those turned either into quite lengthy, significant relationships or lengthy wastes of time. So at some point in the winter I lined up some dates, and conveniently they were all in the same week. So I set myself the challenge of filling up this week - finding seven different men to date in these seven days. I completed the challenge.

Date week arrived and got off to a nice start.

Monday's guy was sweet and funny.

Tuesday's guy was my ex, so it wasn't really a date, more of a catch up, but it was lovely none the less seeing him after a few months.

This lead me, on wednesdays date, to notice all the things he didn't have that monday and tuesday's date did have, and visa versa.

Thursday was much the same as wednesday, and i cancelled friday's so as to spare myself from the monotony.

Saturday's date cancelled me, and I like to think that maybe he had the same tedious experience.

Sunday was a disaster.

The week, on paper, went terribly. But I had actually never felt happier. I don't think there was any sex. Maybe i'm wrong and it was really uninspiring sex, but I can't even remember the guys names so I am pretty sure there wasn't any sex.

Sexless, alone, happy. Three words that apparently go well together. I think it was just the idea of there being a handful of people out there that thought me concupiscible enough to pay me attention that made me happy. So ever since, every now and then, I arrange/agree to a date with somebody I know I probably won't be interested in. We spend an hour or two getting to know eachother, flirting a bit, and probably don't even kiss at the end. But it does leave me with a sense of self worth. People do still fancy me. Or fancy my Grindr picture at least. Maybe I'm using these people, who knows. But yesterday's date had a motorbike, so I might see him again.

Laura Greenwood starring in "The Fridge"

2011-02-02T06:01:00.000-08:00

Marathon Training, week 11

2011-02-02T04:54:00.000-08:00

This week was pretty standard. Did a core workout on friday which left me reeling in pain for days. That gave me the opportunity, on saturday, to go to a Virgin London Marathon conference. Which, aside from being about running, had a Harry Potter theme...
Doesn't make sense, but it was really enjoyable.

This is Harry Jogger, and Rihanna Wheezy:

Hedwig, the fundraising owl...

I got my feet scanned, and found out that i needed to buy the latest Addidas trainer:

I was given carbo-gel. Has the consistency of honey, but tastes like raw potato so it's really hard to swallow. But it's very good.

This is the Head of the Virgin London Marathon:
He was in drag to exemplify people wearing costumes for the marathon. I can't find an explanation for his ridiculous behaviour though. He warned us to not have sex on our knees after the race because we wouldn't be able to stand up. And to not be picked up by old people because they wouldn't be able to assist us in our fatigued state.

I also learnt that i should stop running on the treadmill immediately. Here goes.

I got £20 sponsorship from 2 people this week. Thats 1% more. I was told that the sponsorship really starts 'flooding' in in February, so fingers crossed next week will be amazing.

http://www.justgiving.com/lukasgeorgiou

Marathon Training, week 10

2011-01-24T06:28:00.000-08:00

I upped my game this week,

I went for your average run on monday.

Then tuesday, i ran for 70 minutes, which is the longest i've done so far. Here's some proof for all the haters.

Thursday, with a hangover, i ventured into some HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training), which is alternating between sprint-run-sprint-run-sprint run, every minute for 20 minutes. Very hard work.

Saturday (So that's four times in the week, finally), i went for another average run. Except this time, EVERYTHING was against me. There was an old man next to me, going faster and longer than i was, and i think he thought i cared. Him thinking i cared made me angry.
Also, my hair is getting long now, so i kept sweating into my eye, and i was wearing some sort of non-synthetic t-shirt or something so my sweat was clinging to me and weighing me down. So after 12 minutes I wanted to stop. I then had a half an hour arguement with myself in my head, and finally, 45 minutes later, got off the treadmill. I really do think it's time to start running outside. Let's wait till february for that though.

On a side note, i got 2 sponsors this week, from an aquaintance, and from somebody i've never met. Thanks friends.

Click here to sponsor me...

Bitches do weird shit in the Kitchen

2011-01-17T10:34:00.000-08:00

This isn't particularly hilarious. But i thought i would share it just because i'm not sure what the fuck was going on here.

My grandma, yes, she's an alcoholic. But she was sober in this video. Yet I can't for the life of me work out what on earth she's doing, or why.

John Waters V Studio Ghibli, Pt. 2

2011-01-16T14:45:00.000-08:00

After the shitfest that was "My neighbour Totoro", We thought that maybe these Anime's deserved a second chance, and that maybe something as Fabulous as Divine was too great a feature to pit against a mere asian cartoon.

So for round two, to make it fairer, we made sure to exclude Divine for the cast list. On the Waters' side, we settled for "Cry Baby". And on the Ghibli side, "Graveyard of the Fireflies", whose chosen cover quote was "One of the greatest war films ever made."

Boy oh boy.

Not the right quote, babe.

Just to let you know, from the beginning, John Waters won.

Grave of the Fireflies

The movie starts with a tramp dieing in a subway station, and then floating away with a little girl into heaven. The screen fades out and we find out that just one month ago, this tramp and this little girl were brother and sister, were very much alive, and neither were tramps. In a live action film, we would be left intruiged. "What is going to lead these poor souls down the slippery slope to death?!" We would ask. But it's a cartoon, so the emotion generally isn't there.

It's World War 2, and we are in Japan. Father is off fighting the Americans, the English, and generally everyone on the good team in the war. So Seita and his little sister Saskimo are at home with mom. A bomb swoops down early on in the film and rips all of mom's skin off. While looking over her lipless, and eyelidless face, Seita and the doctor are very sad. Satsumo however, exclaims that she "Needs to pee" and runs off to a bush. Maybe the script writers wanted to portray childhood innocence. The fact is, no child would piss upon seeing their mothers decimated body.

So without spoiling too much of the film (because it is actually worth watching), Saskila moans a lot, and always at the most inappropriate times. And she is generally what spoils the movie. Partnered with the fact that we already know she is going to die, the viewer is left with an intense feeling of "Shit. This girl is so ungrateful toward her brother. When the fuck is she going to die?!" And then of course, the director, who i can only imagine intended us to have this feeling, gives little Saserello a few near-death-experiences. Just to annoy us. So when she finally does lose her mind and chokes to death on a rock, the viewer can finally enjoy the rest of the film, and find out how Seita becomes a destitute tramp and dies, without Saskello pissing us off. When Seita finally does die, and all is said and done, the film wasn't that unbearable. Grave of the Fireflies gets a 5.5/10!

Cry Baby

I'm not sure where to start with this one. The film itself does better justice than my description, so just watch it.

We have a teenage Johnny Depp, and a teenage Ricki lake as his pregnant sister. Throw in a younger, non-car-insurance-puppet iggy-pop as Johnny's grandfather and a whole host of other ugly, freaky, rule-breaking characters and you get the 'Drapes'. You then have a bunch of non-descript losers; the squares. It's a tongue-in-cheek satire on the whole 'Grease' thing... I would guess, having not seen Grease.

Nobody dies in the beginning of this one, although Hatchet-face can be quite murderous (That's Hatchet-face in the picture above... the one who looks like a hatchett attacked her face).

The story focuses on Cry Baby's (Johnny Depp) ability to shed a single tear at will, and a Square, who is "So tired of being good" being tempted toward the darkside of the Drapes. She joins the drapes and gang-war ensues. I don't want to spoil much, and can't really, because the beauty of the film is greater than the sum of it's parts. It may not have rape, murder, or shit-eating like the other John Waters' films, but the screen play, the acting, and the songs (did i mention it's a musical) are almost faultless.

To top it all off, if you haven't made up your mind yet, at one point in the film, Johnny Depp is crawling round, getting all sweaty, and mysteriously loses his pants. It's good. 9/10

Marathon Training, weeks 4 - 9

2011-01-16T14:26:00.000-08:00

I kind of went off the radar with keeping track of this because of Uni. Last term was hard, what with doing a compulsory module, two shit modules, and a third year module; uni took up almost every breath, and i slackened a bit for a fortnight. I came back with a vengeance after Christmas though, and stepped up my game.

I received a leaflet in the post about the different types of running to train with so I've been going up-hill, down-hill, fast, slow, and even tried running at my threshold for a half hour. I ran 4 miles but wouldn't recommend it because i had a massive comedown afterward.

But going hard has definately had it's benefits. I've managed to raise 8% of my minimum sponsorship target. That's not a high percentage, but £1500 is a lot of money. I'm not sure how far i'll get but it being the minimum kind of answers that question for me.

Also, i saw an old flame recently, and he remarked that my "body had change". I "used to be a skinny boy, but now I have the physique of a big man." This filled me slightly with disdain, and i exclaimed "But i want to be a skinny boy!"
To which he replied "Oh but you are. With your clothes on, you're a cute skinny boy, and when you take them off, the manly body is a very nice surprise."
Then, some other things happened.

What we can all learn here is that exercise pays off in a lot of ways.

I'm yet to do a run for longer than 65 minutes, so I think that kind of has to be on the agenda sometime soon. Stay tuned.

When they weren't attractive

2011-01-04T18:12:00.000-08:00

When they were attractive

2011-01-03T11:04:00.000-08:00

MMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Overation, Underation

2010-12-27T06:42:00.000-08:00

*May not be real words, but should be.

In the run up to Christmas, i bought myself two films. One was highly celebrated, anticipated and cost me £9. The other was on the "Gender Bender" shelf (Apparently, a legitimate genre) in HMV, alongside 'Mrs. Doubtfire' and 'Freaky Friday' and cost me £2.

I'm confused as to why, with the first film, 'My neighbour Totoro', the animators even agreed to draw such a boring story line, or why Dakota Fanning even opened her mouth to lend her voice to such a creation.

So from the picture, it looks like fun. The story, however, is as follows; Two girls, Ling and Fong, move house with their dad. Ling goes to school, and Fong wonders round getting dirty. Their mum is in hospital. One day Fong falls asleep and dreams about a little creature. They have an old neighbour. Fong has another dream that the little creature has a fat friend named Totoro. They visit their mum in the hospital, and their old neighbour babysits them sometimes. Fong takes Ling to Totoro's presumed hideout, but it doesn't exist because he's not real. They get on a bus, and totoro is there, they have a big party with him, then they wake up in the real world. Their mum gets better. mmm. Longest 80 minutes ever.

Now onto film number two, 'Female Trouble', starring Divine.

Already from the picture, we can see that these guys are having just as much fun as Totoro and the gang. But i'll have you know they had more fun. So Divine get's kicked out of school for being a fat, compulsive liar. On christmas morning, she doesn't get the present she wants and so crushes her mother under the Christmas tree and runs away to get raped by a fat man, in a dump. She gives birth to taffy, and gets a job as a shit-kicker and a thief. She is hired by the local hairdressers to get her hair done in exchange for sex. She continues to beat up taffy, and marries her hairdresser. He fucks her with several tools from his tool box, which she loves. But one day, he fucks her with a carrot, and she finds this behaviour disgusting, so she locks her daughter taffy in a cage and divorces him. His mother gets angry at this, and throws acid in Divine's face, scarring her for life. It is only now, at her most Beautiful. that Divine and the gang REALLY start having fun, and so i will leave the rest of the story for you to find out. Needless to say, My Neighbour Totoro was overrated. I'm going to the Gender-Bender section more often.

Some thoughts on America

2010-12-21T08:45:00.001-08:00

I took a lot of useless pictures on my trip to California. It's time enough, now, to share some of them with you.

From the below, it could be ascertained that, in America, women do NOT build; In America, chocolate is sold in an excessive and unnatural amount of flavours, and in America, Starbucks is disgusting.

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Well at least they don't have JLS condoms...

Both of these can go right to the top of my Christmas list...

2010-12-21T08:42:00.002-08:00

Malta, Hours 12 through 30

2010-12-21T08:42:00.001-08:00

Olivia had been sleeping for a very long time...

Lukas intermittently tried to wake her, and spent several hours on Grindr, getting to know the pinnacle of the Maltese homosexual population. Finally, in the deepest hour of the night (1am), Olivia awoke.

And we got ready for a big night out;

Malta, however, apparently doesn't do week nights, and everything was closed. So we instead opted for a walk around the coast. Our moonlight walk consisted of a lot of reflection. Reflection on our surprise that our friendship has grown to the height that it has, without us really realising it. Who'd have thought, 3 years ago, that the two of us would be walking along a moonlight beach on a weird little island, hand in hand?

We came to the conclusion that nobody would have thought that because people that can think up the future are generally fictional.

We stopped off at a cafe and had a freshly made ham sandwich each (yeah... the only place open at 2am), then went back to our gaff for a snooze.
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We awoke, bright and early, after a conservative amount of sleep, and got ready for a day of sightseeing.

I chose, for the day, to wig it up.

Olivia, chose for the day, to garter it down. Or, as we could have been warned of at the time, to advertise herself as a twentieth century prostitute.

Despite the myths that garters provide, not sex was paid for, and some quite beautiful pictures were produced:

We set off for the village bus stop, and got on one of Malta's WORLD FAMOUS BUSES:

We got on the bus, and bowed our heads on the long walk to the two empty seats at the back. We bowed our heads party because we were embarrassed at our own appearance, but mainly because the bus is very small and has an incredibly low ceiling.

The 'bus' took us along a lovely coastal route, which was stunning. And soon we arrived at the grand Fortress City of Valetta;

Just inches past the gate, we saw a man on a horse, and accosted him.
This is me, walking toward him;

The man let the two of us sit inside his carriage, and eventually we paid him to take us for a ride around the city.

It was such a pituresque ride, so Olivia and I took some photo's.

And here's a picture of Olivia taking pictures of all that stuff, incase you found it hard to imagine .

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So after our carriage ride, we decided to try the city by foot.
Mistake.
Apparently when you make a fort, your intention is to kill everyone inside by getting them lost and confused.

Eventually, though, shortly after nightfall, and shortly after abusing a really fat woman, we found our way out of the fort, and made our way home...

The aftermath of the UCL occupation...

2010-12-14T13:25:00.001-08:00

Rotting Effigies...

Betrayal of Ideals...

Distraught students...

Cries for help...

Dark realisation...

Self reward.

2010-12-09T03:16:00.000-08:00

This past month, i have been working harder than ever before. I find myself crashing into bed at night exhausted and wanting nothing more than to watch a (specifically) fun, pretty, potentially mind-numbingly easy-to-watch cartoon.

Enter Studio Ghibli.

I gifted myself these three to get me through the end of this half term. And i think over the following year and a half I will have to complete the collection... such is the nature of collections. Needing 17 things when last week, i had none! So be it. I'm worth 17 films.

Murder murder in black convertibles...

2010-12-08T12:44:00.000-08:00

Well this is exciting... and somewhat refreshing during the festive period.

Or just click here... Monster!
Trust me, you'll be excited.

Marathon Training, week 3

2010-11-30T12:54:00.000-08:00

Session 4

So based on my experiences with M.I.A last week, i thought i would try, at a friends recommendation, some 'dark Psy-trance' music.

So i made my way onto Youtube and with some difficulty managed to nab 3 songs. Or so i thought.

A lot of loading and waiting later, and there were 950 dark psy tracks sitting in my iTunes. Let's not ask how that happened. Let me just tell you that it's called trance for a reason.

Got onto the treadmill after a tough day at uni and started running, had a peek at the clock. Bam. 17 minutes had passed. I had a little giggle to myself and then whooosh. 41 minutes had passed. Satisfied at the quickest 50 minutes of my life, i got off the treadmill.

Session 5

Didn't want to overkill the running, so had a 1-on-1 'core work out' class in the gym, followed by 20 minutes on the bike machine.

Session 6

The unfamiliar exercise's of session 5 made me ache for a good few days, but i plowed through, and with the help of my trance music, at 10am on a snowey morning, managed to spend 70 minutes running, without looking at the clock, or slowing down. I ran 8 miles.

Good news everyone. Trance music is the key to running far.

A lesson in Red Wine Stains.

2010-11-28T06:27:00.001-08:00

Here's a little FYI for anyone out there who pours a whole glass of red wine all over their white clothes.

Start by covering the clothing in Salt.... then put the salty clothing in a bowl of white wine. Leave it to soak. Then add Vanish! to the concoction.

Trust. It works.

Malta, Hours 1 through 12

2010-11-27T06:59:00.000-08:00

We arrive in Malta at 11am... we drove to the Hostel, and found the whole building to be abandoned. So we set up shop in a lovely large room and got changed, before heading down to the beach for lunch;

Upon our return, I began to feel delerious and ill.

And as if things couldn't get any worse, all of my clothes fell off.

We changed for the afternoon, taking into acount my newfound allergies;

We set off on a romantic sunset walk around the town of St. Juliens. There wasn't much here, to be honest. As it began to get dark, we thought it best to head home, having discovered only two local beauties; the harbour, and the alcohol shop.

When we returned, I ushered Olivia into the back room. I said to her "It's your birthday. So go in there and put something pretty on, while i prepare your birthday dinner."

So Olivia put something pretty on;

while i prepared a wonderful, open air dinner of White wine, with salt and pepper. Basebavitch joined us for this most special of occasions.

Lots of fun ensued, across all three courses;

The thing with meals is... when the meal is just wine, lots of fun really does ensue...

Followed by lots of passing out...

Marathon Training, Day 3

2010-11-26T17:45:00.000-08:00

Today I got up at 8am and went through the frost to the Gym. Decided to dedicate half an hour to the treadmill. I found the only other person in the gym quite amusing. A squat asian man, he would give me evils in the mirror, then get on the treadmill next to me, sprint all out for 30 seconds then jump off, then try again, and again. Trying to intimidate me?

It didn't work, and half an hour later, i left him to his own devices.

Todays mood: Morning fitness is good.

Marathon Training, Day 2

2010-11-24T07:17:00.000-08:00

Admittedly, I had 4 days rest from last week, but i figure i shouldn't jump straight into these things.

Today i simply ran on the treadmill for 50 minutes. I listened to M.I.A's new album, aptly titled "/\/\/\Y/\"
Well i do have to say, upon it's first listen i thought it was a load of noisy hogwash. But i found the repetative beats of pneumatic drills and glugging water to be quite hypnotic when running, and played one song, :"Teqkila" on repeat and before i knew it, half an hour was gone. So i think next week i will listen to something rather more abstract. Maybe some 'Cyber Trance'. Seriously.

So yeah. 50 minutes later, there was again the general nakedness of the changing rooms, and then - this, I can only put down to brainwashing - I went to the pub and had two shots of teqila. Which i washed down with two pints of water, so as to not make myself feel bad.

I will only have one day of rest this time round. Promise.

Don't forget to sponsor me.

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Malta, Prelude.

2010-11-18T17:14:00.000-08:00

Olivia already knew two things.
One. That she would soon be turning 21.
Two. That she woudn't be turning 21 in England, under any circumstances.

Olivia eventally decided two other things.
One. That she would be going to Malta for the Celebration.
Two. That she would be going with her two best friends; Lukas and Batseba.

So with these four things in mind; tickets were booked and plans were made.
But the best made plans sometimes don't really work, and due to a horrible misfortune, Batseba had to back out. However, she did lend us her likeness, which we used to create...

BATSEBAVITCH.

Part Lion, Part Batseba, and sometimes misnamed BatsebaBitch, depending on how riled up one gets. We picked her up and scrunched her up into a duffel bag with the rest of our belongings, and set off for the airport.

6 hours later...

Another hour later...

FInally, as the sun rose, so did our plane, and we set off for our 48 hours in Malta.
"Only 48 hours!" you say. "48 hours, 48 shmours," I retort. "It's Quality, not Quantity."

Still paying just as much attention as always!

2010-11-18T15:36:00.001-08:00

This is Abigail and I in a lecture last November:

And this is us in a Lecture yesterday.

And here's Zoe's MASSIVE HEAD, joining in the fun:

Good one, guys.

Marathon Training, Day 1

2010-11-18T11:50:00.000-08:00

I was 5 weeks behind the 'traditional' training program so thought I'd better take the plunge... so i packed my gym kit, joined the gym and sorted out a timetable later. One week later (which is today) i finally started.

One hour, 15 minutes of circuit training left me looking exhausted but feeling quite exhilarated, so i went to run on the treadmill for half an hour.

As we all know, today is the one year anniversary of The Fame Monster being released, so i listened to the whole of that in the half an hour.

As Teeth ended, i removed my ipod from the ipod holder. It was only then that i realised some pig of a person decided to leak sweat/pour all over the machine before i used it and my ipod was in a puddle of whatever that was. As a result, it wouldn't turn off, so while oi showered, all the men of the changing room were subjected to that album on repeat. I myself was treated, on return from the shower, by a very attractive naked man staring at me for a while, before winking at me and asking me to go and fetch him a towel as he forgot his. I did this with much purpose and have since managed to find him on facebook.
Should that information be shared? Let's blame the endorphins.

On the treadmill, I couldn't help but think "Really? Doing this 4 times a week for 5 months? Seriously?" So i will need some sort of persuasion/momentum to help me keep going. This actually, can come from you. In the form of a) kind words and support. and b) Money, via the following, very simple URL.

www.justgiving.com/lukasgeorgiou

You may wonder why i have a 'seductive; picture up. Well i will tell you.
I put it up as a joke. Went to remove it the next day, and had recieved a sponsorship from a complete stranger. Thanks, Paul. So i figure that it should stick if it pulls in the bears.

Total training time: 1 hour, 45 minutes.
Current Mood: Cautiously exited.

MALTA

2010-11-15T06:54:00.000-08:00

One Island...

48 Hours...

3 Friends...

Coming Soon...

London's Burning...

2010-11-15T06:26:00.001-08:00

My Dog is now 2!

2010-11-15T04:34:00.001-08:00

So he only has one more year left of growing!

Happy Birthday Kasper!

This is us, having a birthday cuddle:

Also, I haven't quite worked out to do mobile uploads... so you will receive a few delated Iphone entries from so far in November. I've had a very fun month.

Happy Student Loan Day!!!

2010-11-15T04:24:00.000-08:00

Rye Rye

2010-11-08T09:06:00.000-08:00

I think we should all watch out for this girl, and her sqeaky little voice and funky chicken dance. Srsly.

We went to the fun fair

2010-11-04T08:44:00.000-07:00

At least one of us had a good time!

And speaking of running...

2010-10-29T16:58:00.000-07:00

Ok, i just got an e-mail. And expected there to be a grand banner with a huge congratulations sign below. But there wasn't. The news is still just as epic to me, though. Check it out below; and click it to enlarge!

10K - 44 Minutes

2010-10-26T16:28:00.000-07:00

Last week, I completed a 10 Kilometer / 6.2 Mile race for Cancer Research UK.

Here's a nice picture of me running it:

And here's one of me stopping a little bit to change the song on my iPod, probably a the beginning of the race:

I only trained for a month, and my best time was 49.30, so was aiming to push myself for 48 minutes. So you will understand my shock when i got to the last kilometer at 41 minutes! So i did the best i could and went all out for the last kilometer, which made me feel quite sick, which was a strange sensation.
Here's me at the end, looking healthy:

So yeah. It was a good experience, but ended quite quickly. I think i might be a bit addicted to running now.

When it came to sponsoring me, every little helped, as some people understood:

And some people conveniently dissapeared at the mention of charity. Good one, guys.

Regardless of that, You guys managed to conjour up my sponsorship target of £200. Thanks to everyone below for sponsoring me!

I might do another race, soon.

What makes a brown noser?

2010-10-24T15:56:00.000-07:00

Don't get me wrong, this isn't a rant, but let's not confuse it for a happy topic.
There's two gilrs in my class this year, and i can't help but notice how much they wind me everyone up.

They both annoy me separately, but I know it's for the same reasons. They have these things in common;

1. They put their hands up for and/or answer almost every question.
2. They do so in a pretentious, know-it-all way.
3. When they aren't licking the bum of the teacher, they're trying to impress everyone else. I saw them both in the common room recently. One exclaimed to the group "Do you like my shirt? I made it myself." to which the other said "I could make a shirt like that."
We don't care.
4. They have horrible voices.
5.They both wear these glasses:

But niether of them are Madonna.

That's the issue I have, I think.
If someone is wearing geeky glasses, knowing they're not a geek, then it's a juxtaposition. Which is the point. That makes it 'geek chic' rather than 'geek'.

And if a geek wears the glasses, then they're simply a geek.

But when an annoying bitch wears them, She's not geek, and she's not geek chic. She's just an annoying bitch with one more reason for us not to like her stuck to her face.

I think I would be this happy too.

2010-10-23T17:09:00.000-07:00

Reminiscing on my friendship with Aisleyne Horgan Wallace

2010-10-21T12:12:00.000-07:00

When you're a teenager; pasta sauce ends friendships.

Video of the week.

2010-10-21T05:17:00.000-07:00

35 Minutes well spent.

Ladies of the Underground III

2010-10-20T13:38:00.000-07:00

Back by ~~Olivia's~~ Popular demand!

I couldn't just take a picture of this woman. Not only was she wearing a plaid shirt with angels ironed on to each breast, not only were her feet bursting out of her shoes, not only was her basket elegantly placed between her legs, but she was nodding her head like a nodding dog. Perhaps to the movements of the train, or perhaps to a song.

We tried our luck.

2010-10-18T03:03:00.000-07:00

It was october, and we pretty much knew there wouldn't be any more sun for 6 months, but we tried our luck, and went all out for a sunny picnic. It worked, and the sun stayed around for just one more day. For us.

Until we meet again ~~in Malta~~, Sunshine!

Yeah, I'm an abusive customer.

2010-10-10T06:44:00.001-07:00

DO YOUR JOB, ALISON!!

Mega Cat

2010-10-09T12:04:00.001-07:00

This would make such an epic movie.

Fingers crossed

2010-10-09T11:52:00.000-07:00

I've coasted my way through my academic life and come out with good grades. Today I started a new mission - to work hard and get EXCELLENT GRADES. This decision was based on the amount of debt I'm getting myself into, and that I'm in spending three of my prime life years at University, so may as well see what I'm capable of if i try.

Most people say, after an exam "Oh my god, I'm going to work so hard next term." But never do. I've never said that because I knew i wouldn't mean it. This time I do mean it. You want proof? Here's your proof. I bought a fucking folder.

Oh look

2010-10-03T14:53:00.001-07:00

My desktop's become crouded with a lot of useless things again. I have to do something with them all, before i get rid of them. So i'll show you.

OMGZ

Blasphemy

Beluga

I won't tell you what this is. See if you can guess.

Anniversary

2010-10-03T14:07:00.000-07:00

"Happy 1 year to me!" said my blog.

I remember starting this blog last year, the night before i started University. Doing the same thing one year on was always quite ineviteable.

Here is my first two entries ever.

Looking at them, i can see that although i'm still sat in my parents house, and still at the same university, a lot has changed. I managed to stand 3 months living in halls with those kids, before i headed for the hills (My grandparents house). I still speak to a grand total of one of the residents of that building. Her name is Helena and she kept me sane when Crazylaura threw all my dishes away and tried to kill me with her £40 Kitchen knife.

Abi and I's love for each other has blossomed massively. She's still with that boyfriend (he's hot) and we are still, in my oppinion, what get eachother through university. Although this time round we are both willing to try hard at uni, rather than drag eachother through it. So we've both opted to take an Elective module in Metaphysics. Good one.
She still doesn't read my blog though.

I got over my Farmville addiction. It took me 5 months but i did it. I still catch my dad playing it from time to time.

I went to Amsterdam in November, like i planned. A similar trip is in order this year. Maybe to Prague. Or Sicily.

This entry is more nostalgic than anything. I'll do the same thing a year on from today. The night before starting my third year, (if i get that far). Maybe i'll be living in the Netherlands. By then, i hope to have a job (!!!) a place of my own, and my first tattoo. Let's see if i can commit to those three things shall we.

And of course i'll carry on blogging for the next year.

Emily McGrath

2010-09-26T08:09:00.001-07:00

Happy Birthday!

<3

"Everyone SING!"

Any Excuse...

Oh Hiya!

Body Language says a lot.

100

2010-09-19T06:41:00.000-07:00

There isn't anything spectacular that i could end this 100 day thing on, which is fair enough because not all of the 100 days were very spectacular to begin with. It's fair to say i've failed, and cheated, because it's been 160 days, and i'm glad it's finished because i'm starting to annoy and embarress myself.
It has taught me that blogs are better than diarys, and that it is easy if you want to blog every day - just don't put a timer on it.

The last 160 days have encompassed this years travels as well as my first true relationship. I can't say that those two things didn't get in the way of each other, and i could have enjoyed each a lot better without the other, but i learnt a lot of lessons, and I wouldn't change anything for the world!

Only 99 Days till Christmas...

Camping in Sussex - Days 95 - 99

2010-09-17T08:02:00.000-07:00

Let's face it; arriving home sucks. Yeah, your mum makes you cake and you have a little play with your dog. Then you're like 'Shit.'
So i took up the offer to join my family on thier holiday to sussex.
Had a nice time, really.

Day 94. Time travelling again!

2010-09-16T17:15:00.000-07:00

So i woke up in the green tortoise, once again. Had a bagel and a cup of tea, then went to have a final gander on the golden gate bridge. 12 hours later, it was still only lunch time, and my mom was making me welcome home cakes!!!

In our family, after cake mixing, the youngest in the household ALWAYS gets to lick the utensils.

Yosemite

2010-09-15T06:52:00.000-07:00

Days 91 - 93

I had one weekend away and wanted to spend the last of my money on something FAB. So i actually got on the fabled green tortoise bus

with a load of strangers and went for a road trip to Yosemite National Park.

Friday night we set off, slept on the bus. I met a woman called Millane. From New York. We had a real connection, which was really wierd. If i was straight, and a few years older... things would have happened, i'm sure!
So saturday morning, we awoke to find ourselves in the park already! This is Millane, after just waking up ;)

After the sun had risen fully, we stopped by a small river and made breakfast.

That's the Irish lot, chopping stuff.

Me and CATHY halved all the bagels all by ourselves.

We all went for a little paddle. Or were about too, except it was FREEZING.

After. Millane and I walked to the top of some waterfalls. It was hard work.

Matching Poses!

On a side note, i've never seen so many fat fat fat obese fat squirrels in my life. They climb UP your body to get at the food in your mouth! Madness!

Here's everyone playing in the natural, ice cold, water slide!

MMM HMM HONEY BEE!!!

Buying a honey bun made my day. But in the telephone video, there's a reason why beyonce only takes one bite and throws it out the window. Not real dough. Not real honey. Grossness.
One bite was more than enough.

So apparently i didn't take any more photo's!
Had an envigorating swim in a really cold river.
Played about with some Horses.
Made SMORES around the campfire.
Slept (next to Millane, of course) under the stars on the beautiful saturday night. Not as many stars as Vanuatu, but it's amazing that you can have such a 'wild' and 'natural' experience such as this, just 4 hours from such a great city. AMERICA REALLY HAS IT ALL.

I'll be back, California.

Week 2 in San Francisco

2010-09-13T09:01:00.000-07:00

Days 84 - 90

Haight ashbury

The Cannabis Company!

Golden Gate Bridge

Me; standing in front of the Bridge, just like i'd always planned!
see here: Easter Plans

Twin Peaks

ANUS!

The View, and my hot dog, as i had noone to take a picture of me *sob*

The Castro

Mission

"Dark is not the opposite of light, it's the absence of light. Love doesn't die, it just gets buried under fear and failures to be brave."

Delores

You can buy weed from the colourful houses

Looking into the wall of murals in the mural of a man on the wall of murals

Ashbury

Community farm <3

I saw this, and picked a girl to die, before i read the small print. Oops.

The second steepest street i climbed.

Eight-sided living.

Danielle Steele's House - The bitch!

Lesbo!

The steepest street in town!

How do they iive like this?!

My new Look

2010-09-13T08:55:00.000-07:00

Ill.

San Francisco Days 77 - 83

2010-09-10T16:58:00.000-07:00

I Left My Heart In San Francisco--Tony Bennett
Christmas In San Francisco--Vic Damone
(Sittin' On)The Dock of the Bay--Otis Redding
Fisherman's Wharf--Peggy Lee
Frisco Blues--John Lee Hooker
Lights--Journey
San Francisco Blues--Peggy Lee
San Francisco Days--Chris Isaak
San Francisco--Judy Garland
San Francisco--Jeanette MacDonald
San Francisco--Scott McKenzie
Streets Of San Francisco--Sanford Clark
We Built This City--Starship
San Francisco--Brian Wilson,Van Dyke Parks
San Francisan Nights--The Animals
San Francisco Teardrops--Marty Robbins
Hello, San Francisco-- Buddy Guy
Let's Go To San Francisco --Flowerpot Men
San Francisco (You've Got Me)--Village People
Little Boxes (Ticky Tacky)--Pete Seeger
Got The Date On The Golden Gate--Mel Torme
San Francisco Bay Blues--Jesse Fuller
San Francisco Rose--Jim Nemeth
Sausalito--Maureen Brill
On a San Francisco High--Sony Holland
The Golden Gate
In San Francisco (wake me up)--Matthew Langlois

There's a reason that so many songs were written about this place. It's just insane.
So my journey started a bit wrong.
I couldn't find the bus from the airport to the city, wondering around the shambolic carpark, looking for it. Then i saw the bus on the other side, and ran with my busted suitcase, holdall, rucksack and my boyfriends hat in hand onto the bus.
Half an hour letter, i was very confused by the road signs on what was supposed to be a 15 minute journey into the city.
I discovered i got on the right bus but in the wrong direction. So jetlagged i got off and crossed the road, and hauled my busted suitcase, holdall and rucksack onto the correct bus and got cosy. I made sure i had everything, then realised i lost the hat. It definately wasn't on either bus with me. So i imagine it floated away while i was running for the first bus.
Oh dear.

RIP Hat.

But i eventually got there and DRAGGED my worthless suitcase across many blocks to the hostel. The Glorious Green Tortoise. Remember when i left Vanuatu last year, i'd been there more than 6 months, and spent a night in a 5* hotel in Auckland? Well the Green Tortoise was better than that wank.

The best place i've ever stayed. No, the hostel wasn't a small green bus, but they had many a small green bus in thier garage!

So anyway, once i arrived i began WALKING this epic city. I started off up telegraph hill, to Coit tower. "What a hill!" I thought. Little did i know, as the days went by, every hill would get successively, impossibly steeper and steeper, culminating in me crawling up the sidewalk to the top of the Twin Peaks. Here's what i did in my first week, as usual, in pictures.

Downtown

A tunnel under a road. I simply can't conceive where it leads?

Telegraph Hill

What i thought was a very steep hill at the time! Little did i know...

China Town

Yerba Buena Gardens

SFMoMA

Haight

A very mini staircase...

Leading to a beautiful house!

Steps going up a hill, so you can walk down the other side??

The Crookedest street in the world.

Embarcadero

Two tramps and a non climbable noodle.

WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

2010-09-09T18:30:00.000-07:00

Day 76.
We hope you enjoy your stay. But first, we have just 26 questions for you...

Day 75 - Sydney

2010-09-08T05:15:00.000-07:00

The Harbour Bridge

The Opera House

The Climbing of the Opera House

The Remenants of my Taro Baby

The Tower

The Funny Liscence Plate

The Sydney Fire Department

The Sleeping Train

The Plane to San Francisco!

Island Photobooth

2010-09-07T07:56:00.001-07:00

This seems like somewhat of an afterthought. At some points on my journey, i whipped out my Macbook. Least to say it went down a treat.

Bye Vanuatu!

2010-09-07T07:20:00.001-07:00

Days 68 - 74

2010-09-06T07:50:00.000-07:00

For my last week in Vanuatu, I went from Pentecost to Santo, and Santo to Vila.

I didn't take a lot of photos here. I was too exited on being around real food, and relative comfort!

I celebrated my return to the world by eating a huge chocolate eclair, a burger and chips, and skyping my boyfriend, who's face i hadn't seen in almost 5 weeks. I had a completely perfect day!

I spent a few days scuba diving on the S.S.President Coolidge - the biggest and most accesible shipwreck in the world!
I also spent one day nearly dieing on said wreck. I was trained by 'Aquamarine' dive school, and it was Aquamarine that i dived the wreck with. I was invited to dive down to different parts of the ship, each at 20, 24, 38, 44 and 48 metres respectively. It was only at 44 metres, lost in the ship with a broken torch, a faulty regulator and a nose bleed that i began to realise i was out of my depth!!!
I then found out that i was only qualified to dive to 18 metres. Which they hadn't told me. Highly illegal. sad times. But it makes for a fun story.

I saw my old friend, and the number one inspiration in my life, Selina! Here is her, in her new house, with baby Lila.

This was my accomodation for the week.
It was in this room where the famous sleeping-naked-and-then-a-cockroach-ran-between-my-bum-cheeks incident happened.

Independence Day!

This boy was actually horrible. He threw ash at me, then some sticks, then a poo. Yeah. A kid threw a poo at me.

This second time round in Vanuatu, because my i'd changed so much, my eyes were open to see the harsher side of life. I could see the signs of this life everywhere. Including this one...

Days 61 - 67

2010-09-05T18:34:00.000-07:00

My last week in Pentecost!

Little boys, pretty flowers

This stranger wanted a photo.
I think if i were from there, i would have ended up marrying her, there was a wierd flirtatious chemistry.

Stoned face!

Tree house!

My discovery of self-timer photos
... The obsession was short lived.

My farewell

Apart from being a very sombre event, i was also stoned (see above) and then got kava stoned. So i was in this sort of "I think i'm going to vomit, i think i'm going to cry, i think i might fall asleep" state of mind. Certainly not a forgetful night!

See you again soon, family xxx

There roll the deep where grew the tree,

2010-09-05T18:32:00.001-07:00

O earth, what changes hast thou seen!

Day 60 - The Mahuri's - Live

2010-09-05T10:41:00.000-07:00

Days 53 - 59

2010-09-03T06:47:00.000-07:00

As you may be able to tell, i'm now a bit jaded with writing about Vanuatu. It was more of a relaxing holiday, so I didn't do much. So i'm going to blog in sets of SEVEN days rather than ONE. That way, the blog's easier to write (i win), i will be able to get the 100 days rubbish done quicker (i win again) and the reader will be bored for not as long (everyone wins!)

So here is days 53 - 59, My last week with Alfred, Vivian and thier kids.

A recipe

Today we're making 'Tanna Soup'.

Step 1. Hang a chicken.

Step 2. Grate some laplap, and pour it round a mound of cabbage,

Like so:

Step 3. Add the chicken, which has since been gutted.

Then add fuck loads of bananas!

More Cabbage

Some coconut milk for flavour.

Wrap it all up,

And bake under hot stones for 2 hours!

Finally, Unwrap, and eat!

The Water Gardens

A Birthday Party

Dirty R&B Videos!

A Beautiful cake!

Cake, beef, laplap and cookies!!!

The Tower

Coral Spotting

Exchange of Gifts

Reef - Day 52

2010-08-26T04:13:00.000-07:00

Private Investigator

2010-08-25T06:37:00.000-07:00

On day 51 i realised i'd lost my phone!

So (gay)Charles and I retraced our steps from the day before and somehow managed to find it!

So let's play a game of Spot the mobile!

A day with the boys

2010-08-25T06:03:00.000-07:00

Day 50 was one of my best days away. Spent the whole day with Edwin, Papa and Charles. We took hundreds of photos but they weren't very interesting.

This is them jumping across a creek;

And Edwin falling in;

Some cows leaping Gayly;

And a photo i took while riding a bike;

Hey Cow

2010-08-25T04:40:00.000-07:00

(49)

In My Honour

2010-08-24T15:54:00.000-07:00

Day 48 - In honour of my presence (so i was told), we prepared a slight feast!

First we made a cake;

A 3 flavour cake!

Then we grated some Laplap

And then.....

look away if you like to kid yourself about where your food comes from...

we made some chiken!

Plucking...

Gutting...

When everything was ready, apparently, we celebrated, or a Barmitzfah!

About time!

2010-08-15T08:04:00.000-07:00

When your purple hair is pink, and your roots are over an inch long, a haircut is needed. Even if it is done by Alma.

(*Day 47)
(**I think the whole point of the 100 day thing was to prove that a man can do 100 noteworthy things in as many consecutive days. While proving this correct, i have all but failed reporting these things in real time. It's now actually day 92... so i think that while the numbers will still feature, they won't feature prominently, because noone cares.)

Naura

2010-08-14T07:18:00.000-07:00

So this is what we ate on day 45, but we will call it day 46, just because not every day was that exiting.
"Naura" A.k.a Prawns!
Along with crabs and eels! So tasty. And what's more is (although i didn't get a photo) most of the prawns had Roe on the bottom. So tasty.

Tourism

2010-08-13T08:57:00.000-07:00

Who knew that it was possible to be a tourist in the middle of nowhere?! Despite this presumption, tourism is what i spent my 45th day* doing.

I was woken at 7am, and rushed into the back of a truck. I've spent enough time on Pentecost to know that when you are rushed away, always grab 3 things - Camera, Swim shorts and toilet roll! So i did this.

The truck was going, no word of a lie, 45 MPH. A lot when your sitting on the edge of the back of a truck, trying to look casual, on a dirt road. Death came close.

Anyway, we went and bought some fish and ate it up - a treat. Then went to 'Hotwata beach', which translates to 'Hot water beach'. We felt the steam, and boiled an egg;

This was the end of the days tourism. However the very fast truck had left so we began the long walk home. The way home, frankly, beat the hot water beach. It was stunning. First we found a small Lilly Pond;

Then we found some rivers. And we decided to 'pose' for them. Something this family knows how to do, suprisingly well.

then we had lunch with an eccentric old man named Luke. He kept talking about when he went to New Zealand in 1976 and how funny is was that we had the same name.

then we went for a swim in this river;

then we went past "Christopher Columbus' Rock;

Which on closer inspection says "N.H C.C 1488." Lovely.

Then i spotted Ambrym Island in the distance. It was such a clear day, i could see the trees!

Then we went home with some food we found. The dinner that we had this day was also very special. So special, infact that it will get a whole day for itself. That will be day 46.

*45th day of what exactly? I've lost track of what exactly these 100 days are of...

First day in South Pentecost

2010-08-11T18:55:00.000-07:00

I was so glad to leave North. The boredom was getting to me.
So went to visit a new family, in a FLAT environment. Flat here generally equals nicer food and an easier pace of life. These facts exited me. Here is a visual summary of day 44, which i spent with Edwin (the small one) and Elton (the big one) plus another kid called Charles who was a bit creepy, so i think he is gay. He's the one in the red.

Cornrows

2010-08-11T08:23:00.000-07:00

Are complimentary upon arrival in south pentecost - day 43.

Leaving on a Ship

2010-08-10T11:20:00.000-07:00

Day 43

A Cargo Ship.
Let's just say the 4 hour ride became 13 hours, and wasn't comfortable.
But at least a got a picture or 2 before the sun set.

Doughnuts

2010-08-10T11:09:00.001-07:00

Day 42

New Nephew/Nieces

2010-08-06T01:01:00.000-07:00

Day 41

I didn't do much today, but i've noticed that i did happen to take lots of photos of 4 specific people. All were relatively newborn babies, and all were the spawn of my adopted brothers and sisters.
We will start and end with the two best ones, and the two least best ones can go in the middle. We won't take ultimate favourites though because that's mean...

1. Remember this:

Well 12 Months on, this is what 'baby' Lukas looks like now;

Adorable!
He's so good natured, too. He'll take his first steps any day now.

2. Sharon!

She's cute. But doesn't do much, which is expected of 3 month olds.

3. Amona

Her name is a little ironic. She moans a lot. Which may be why i don't have a lot of pictures of her. It also may be the reason people leave her on the floor in empty rooms.

Or that in itself may be the reason she moans. Who knows.

4. LUNGINA!

Anything born from Cena's womb is bound to be beautiful and good natured. She's my favourite sister, and her kids are marvellous. Lungina is no exception. Her big eyes and pointy ears are adorable. Even in this picture, where she is sitting on an Orange, and hating on me. Strange girl. <3

Gardening. Black man style.

2010-08-05T02:46:00.000-07:00

Day 40

Decided early in the morning that i would 'go walkabout' today. Guaranteed to take a whole day. And them mountains are a great work out. Especially in 95% humidity.

The village is that field below.

Signs of the West creeping in.....

But who's that coming toward us from the distance!

It's mum!!

Harriet, working hard

Heavenly sunset, time to race back down the mountain.

Gideon! On his way home from school

Jess. Not hiding her disdain for carrying the groceries.

As we got home, the sun finally hid and we were greeted to 8 swordfish for all our (everyone else's) hard work :D

Posh Chocolates and Lady Gaga in the Jungle

2010-08-04T09:38:00.000-07:00

Day 39

Being on a beach with very little to do is a very positive scenario. But when the people you're with call sunbathing "enjoying the sun burn" you get a sense of Nievety from them and kind of feel that you best not sit in the sun for too long.
What do the locals do? They ‘Stop nomo’. Translating to ‘I’m only just here’ i.e sitting in one place doing nothing. That can be a bit tedious for a Londoner.

So on this day ,there were no pigs to take for walks and no uncles to take photos of so i felt quite bored. Boredom leads to homesickness. So i went for a nap.

Yes, a nap.

Two hours later, i emerged from the dark house, having watched the ENTIRE Lady Gaga and entire Beyonce Videographys (Instead of preparing myself by downloading real movies, i just downloaded these. Smart Lukas.) and having eaten 20 Ferrero rochers that were bought as a gift for someone special here. I felt guilty to this fact. And very sly, as nobody even knew i had chocolates or a laptop. But everyone is allowed a day to cave in, right?