tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219213382024-03-08T02:21:33.166+00:00LATE NIGHTS INAn enquiry into modern romance, postmodern humour, technological dependency, bourlesque, early morning or late night states, and, above all, the one truth that is the Internet.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.comBlogger225125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-28394978539362030272011-07-14T16:26:00.003+01:002011-07-14T16:45:04.268+01:00July and the Demon Forces (Flashback)...<br /><br />Without a doubt there is only one explanation for this whole scenario, which reaks of my old favourite songs. <br /><br />1. Judy and the Dream of Horse - Belle and Sebastian<br />No words are necessary. <br />The powers of July are upon us.<br /><br />2. Dance with Somebody - Mando Diao<br />Forget the rules. <br />Mambo is for two.<br /><br />3. Nothing Compares to You - Sinead O'Connor<br />The sense of travel and true friendship<br /><br />4. Bigmouth Strikes Again - The Smiths<br />Dance. <br />Just dance.<br /><br />5. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGdUWHddaP0">Temporary Peace - Anathema</a><br />There's a storm closing in<br />Voices crying in the wind<br />The serenade is growing cold<br /><br />6. Summertime in Prague - Elli Paspala<br />Eva kai agapi.<br /><br />(to be continued)Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-2088358006936027672011-02-25T02:47:00.002+00:002011-02-25T02:51:42.127+00:00υπερβολήΕν θυμίσει του 2006, σήμερα έφαγα πάλι πάρα πολύ. <br /><br />Πρωινο: γιαούρτι με μέλι και δύο φρυγανιές<br />Μεσημεριανό: γιαούρτι με φρυγανιές και βραστά λαχανικά.<br />Όλο αυτό το διάστημα επίσης πρέπει να έφαγα περίπου εφτά μπισκότα.<br />Βραδινό: μισή τεράστια πίτσα και μισό τεράστιο πιάτο αματριτσιάνα<br />Γλυκό: Ενα παγωτό ρούμι και σταφύδες. Δύο μπισκότα, ένα μάγκνουμ, ένα ταρτάκι δαμάσκηνο και μισή πάστα σοκολάτα. Σταφύλια. Τρία τσάγια. Έλεος.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-34734866574230479202010-07-15T17:05:00.002+01:002010-07-15T17:06:20.610+01:00See me age 19<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoBGqLt96Pg&hl=en_GB&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eoBGqLt96Pg&hl=en_GB&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-67686105952089920092010-07-09T02:19:00.002+01:002010-07-09T02:22:54.822+01:00les mavro kai leo aspro/ leo gkri kai les mavro/ leo mavro les aspro/ leo aspro les mavro/ leo gkri les mavro/ leo mavro les aspro/ leo aspro les kokkino/ leo roz les kokkino/ leo kokkino les aspro/ mavro/ aspro/ kokkino/ horis na rotiseis kanenan apofasises/ horis na rotiseis emena apofasises/ petaxes kokkino kai mavro stous toihous/ den yparhei kati na po/ afou apofasises apofasisaEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-91073503266108325462010-05-28T01:21:00.003+01:002010-05-28T01:25:05.430+01:00Κάποιος να με βοηθήσει..Κάποιος να με βοηθησει να καταλάβω/ όλα αυτά τα κύματα/ όλες αυτές τις εικόνες/ όλες αυτές τις αισθήσεις/ τη φυγή και το χαμό της φυγής/ την έλλειψη και την αδυναμία της/ τις λέξεις, τις εικόνες, τιε επιθυμίες/ τις δισύλλαβες συμφωνίες σου/ τις αμέτρητες εξελίξεις, αισθήσεις κι επιθυμίες μου/ μάντεψε ποιός λέει αντίο όταν το τρένο φεύγει και ποιός γυρνάει/ ποιός αγαπάει και ποιός ποθεί/ ποιός έρχεται και ποιός φεύγει/ ποιός μόνος κρατάει τα ηνία/ ενώ όλα αυτά τα τραγούδια που ποτέ δεν πρόσεξα μου λένε καινούριες ιστορίες/ όλα αυτά τα μυστικά μας που θα μας πάνε...Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-46320592416813583902010-04-30T21:16:00.007+01:002010-06-22T02:52:37.155+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihIGrPg0N_GoGs6xhU6ZomuuXdiSM7tfYMiahqfBFnYXUqM5LQDltXndyaxk59icg9gh65JmyeTSwyDNXLJY9m4KOFwWzSFh612-0PFk8bpP4rbequurClYNYN-xFPJE2CbY/s1600/13296_10150156840565427_851890426_12125227_7680205_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgihIGrPg0N_GoGs6xhU6ZomuuXdiSM7tfYMiahqfBFnYXUqM5LQDltXndyaxk59icg9gh65JmyeTSwyDNXLJY9m4KOFwWzSFh612-0PFk8bpP4rbequurClYNYN-xFPJE2CbY/s320/13296_10150156840565427_851890426_12125227_7680205_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466028392610677618" /></a><br />ένα βράδυ που ένιωσα λιγότερο ξένη σε αυτή τη χώρα από ποτέ. Ένα βράδυ που ξεκίνησε το απόγευμα, μάτια που δε βλέπονται, και όλοι νομίζαμε ότι δε θα έρθει κανένας, ή ότι θα είναι περίεργος συνδυασμος ανθρώπων. Η J. μου είπε χθες ότι δημιούργησα μια κοινότητα. Μια μικρή άπνοια, ένα συλλογικό απόγευμα, μια που φεύγουμε όλοι και ξεκινάνε οι αποχαιρετισμοί, ενώ καμιά φορά ξεκινάνε και οι γνωριμίες, μια που όλα μου φαίνονται πιθανά. Μια που το σύστημα σπάει το κατεστημένο και αγοράζεις κουπόνια από τον DJ, μια που έχω το αγχος του να μην πιω περισσότες τεκίλες από κορόνες, μια το άγχος να τα πανε όλοι καλά μεταξύ τους, μια το καινούριο φουστάνι, μια που δεν κανόνισα εγώ το μαγαζί, μια που ακόμα και όσους δε συμπαθούσα full τους συμπάθησα μετά τα τάκος, τις κορόνες, και τα παιχνίδια. Όλοι μαζί φαίνονται τόσο διαφορετικοί και τόσο ταιριαστά όμορφοι.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-76248343628247037152010-04-30T21:02:00.003+01:002010-04-30T21:04:35.139+01:00Secret Chord<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3-_DbEYe7A">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3-_DbEYe7A</a><br /><br />But you don't really care for music, do you?Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-89810795819499661352010-04-15T19:09:00.002+01:002010-04-15T19:12:11.032+01:00Tha sou po ti symvainei. Polla ki ola mazi kai taytohrona tipota. Oi rytmoi mou einai pali mixed. Variemai to simera, perimeno to avrio kai fovamai to methavrio. Tha sou po ti symvainei, mono opos to katalavaino, me kodika: metrao ta hronia mou kai kati vgainei lathos, metrao tis meres mou kai kati den kollaei, metrao tous filous mou kai mia vgainoun perissoteroi, mia ligoteroi. Metrao ta vradia pou den koimamai kai tous efialtes pou de me tromazoun. Metrao tis meres pou kynigao kai ta apogeymata pou gyrizo. Metrao lexeis kai vgainoun liges. Metrao anases kai vgainoun liges. Metrao oneira kai vgainoun polla. Metrao keimena kai vgainoun polla. Fovamai, mou leo, fovamai ki ego apantao. I foni mou vgainei horis idiaiteri prospatheia kamia fora kai kapoies alles fores den mporo na tin akouo. Fovamai, mou leo, fovamai.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-63662019304671644162010-02-03T19:48:00.001+00:002010-02-03T19:51:33.116+00:00Things that might make you feel like an adult1) Learning how to conceal a smile.<br /><br />2) Typing Beethoven really quickly, correctly.<br /><br />3) Travelling abroad on your own.<br /><br />4) Going for a coffee on your own.<br /><br />5) Reading the Sunday paper.<br /><br />6) Cooking something you always wanted to eat.<br /><br />7) Dreaming in a foreign language.<br /><br />8) Dreaming of the future and being scared of the dream.<br /><br />9) Taking responsibility for someone else.<br /><br />10) Learning how to pass responsibility to someone else.<br /><br />11) Learning that loving is not the same as taking.<br /><br />12) Learning that giving does not come without consequences.<br /><br />13) Paying a bill.<br /><br />14) Remembering what it was to be scared of the dark.<br /><br />15) Forgetting things that make you happy.<br /><br />16) Forgetting things that make you sad.<br /><br />17) Being sad.<br /><br />18) Knowing that things always change.<br /><br />19) Taking up a new hobby.<br /><br />20) Being scared.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-28819104858465634432010-01-26T10:53:00.000+00:002010-01-26T10:54:10.583+00:00Do not drag me on, let me go home..<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNQ97P0rQk8&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNQ97P0rQk8&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-20937167091078758112010-01-22T15:28:00.001+00:002010-01-22T15:28:29.426+00:00Things are Getting Better?<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIiRXQTsWTo&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iIiRXQTsWTo&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-54246808346392997902009-12-24T21:04:00.001+00:002009-12-24T21:04:13.016+00:00I remember the days when I did not have this lump of sad intoxication down my throat.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-52448455305742463002009-12-08T19:25:00.002+00:002009-12-08T19:28:50.402+00:00some evenings are quiet<br />some are not<br />i am alone<br />i the balcony<br />at this quiet hour<br />listening only to the -slightly deranged- upstairs neighbour<br />spitting on the ground<br />from the balcony above me<br />i drink the last drops of port<br />imported from my last trip to portugal<br />imported from a place i loved within a week<br />what happened to me?<br />what happened?<br />when did i fall asleep and<br />have i woken up?<br />i am trying to count minutes<br />minutes and hours<br />before someone comes and <br />takes me out of this<br />out of this.<br />i will be waiting minutes and hours<br />and drops of wine<br />drizzle and driving<br />some evenings are quiet<br />this is notEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-59406550451716922082009-12-02T19:32:00.000+00:002009-12-02T19:33:22.230+00:00LVII- E.E. Cummingssomewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond<br />any experience,your eyes have their silence:<br />in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,<br />or which i cannot touch because they are too near<br /><br />your slightest look easily will unclose me<br />though i have closed myself as fingers,<br />you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens<br />(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose<br /><br />or if your wish be to close me,i and<br />my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,<br />as when the heart of this flower imagines<br />the snow carefully everywhere descending;<br /><br />nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals<br />the power of your intense fragility:whose texture<br />compels me with the colour of its countries,<br />rendering death and forever with each breathing<br /><br />(i do not know what it is about you that closes<br />and opens;only something in me understands<br />the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)<br />nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands<br />W[ViVa], 1931: LVII)Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-17530581409505913462009-12-02T14:52:00.001+00:002009-12-02T14:55:30.962+00:00No one knows that I am not well<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zlAcRwIl7g&hl=en_GB&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zlAcRwIl7g&hl=en_GB&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-81638100046084060342009-11-24T13:13:00.001+00:002009-11-24T13:13:39.768+00:00[none]She looks at summer photographs and finds it hard to laughEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-3057483057229841182009-11-20T15:16:00.001+00:002009-11-20T15:16:32.446+00:00χαχαχαχα!If this is coffee, please bring me some tea but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee. - Abraham LincolnEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-37638812189214542472009-11-11T22:58:00.000+00:002009-11-11T22:59:23.714+00:00Malcolm, You're Second, But I Love You Anyway<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uECkyAqoC_s&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uECkyAqoC_s&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />You go your way and I’ll go mine<br />I’ll try to meet you in a better life<br />We should meet up at the end of time<br />Get a beer and a cigarette for Auld Lang Syne<br />Was it just a dream? All those people<br />None of this is real<br />A kingdom for a fool animals on a wheel<br />I’m a king in my head a cripple in the world<br />How do I wrap this up and give it to that girl?<br />My gift to you, I’m gonna be a better person<br />I stare at you with a vague and immense longing<br />Try to save yourself while you’re still alive<br />Don’t deny yourself of your right to thrive<br />Solemn Thirsty, born on Thursday, got pished Saturday, fucked up Sunday<br />Took ill Wednesday, died on Thursday<br />There’s no better man than Solemn Thirsty<br />And I try to stay on, so I keep coming backEllehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-29059136708394043852009-11-11T22:55:00.002+00:002009-11-11T22:56:51.182+00:00;Γιατί δεν κερδίζω ποτέ ταξίδια σε διαγωνισμούς και γιατί πρέπει πάντα να κοπιάζω τόσο στις λύπες όσο και στις χαρές μου; Γιατί δεν μπορώ να μιλήσω 'κανονικά', χωρίς να διστάζω, μπροστά σε κάποια άτομα και γιατί δεν μπορώ να σταματήσω να μιλάω σε κάποια άλλα; Γιατί από τη μια χαίρομαι και από την άλλη λυπάμαι για όλα γύρω μου τελευταία;Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-50765304073788009442009-11-05T22:47:00.001+00:002009-11-05T22:51:57.281+00:00And suddenly...<span style="font-style:italic;">I spend hours on my own alone with books</span><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1An2pjS4mKE&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1An2pjS4mKE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-38241451237030495372009-10-24T14:35:00.001+01:002009-10-24T14:36:36.028+01:00Sheila Goes Out With Her Mate StellaΚι εγώ αν είχα περισσότερα λεφτά και λιγότερη δουλειά δε θα έβλεπα το φως της μέρας- όχι ότι το βλέπω τώρα μ'αυτή τη συννεφιά που το μόνο πράγμα που με ξυπνάει είναι ο καφές. Θα μεγαλώσω κι άλλο και θα είμαι πιο όμορφη και πιο εγώ. Γιατί τώρα πάλι motion, flux και χάος.Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-19760316189465264872009-10-11T13:53:00.000+01:002009-10-11T14:02:43.824+01:00Arctic Monkeys - Fluorescent Adolescent<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ma9I9VBKPiw&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ma9I9VBKPiw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-81066300948160499662009-10-08T07:39:00.000+01:002009-10-08T07:40:11.290+01:00Goodmorning World!Here's something to wake up to:<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fuPK6KgSjno&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fuPK6KgSjno&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-75112814412899009262009-10-04T10:36:00.004+01:002009-10-04T15:04:25.088+01:00Eleftheria's Weekly Top 5 Songs<span style="font-weight:bold;">Mumford and Sons - Little Lion Man</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lk1wkbWI6I&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lk1wkbWI6I&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jamie T - Sheila</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDhwoZteZqA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QDhwoZteZqA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Arctic Monkeys - Crying Lightning</span> <br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IaIc-7GPHlY&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IaIc-7GPHlY&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Kasabian - Fire</span><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zv-7p1om0kc&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zv-7p1om0kc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Tempter Trap - Sweet Disposition</span><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHODPlZYeUA&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EHODPlZYeUA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921338.post-81342173382259613702009-09-25T17:25:00.002+01:002009-09-25T17:29:41.923+01:00Mia kainouria mera[tha egrafa me ellinikous haraktires, alla den eho ellinika sto grafeio]<br /><br />koimithika poly, xypnisa, ekana oli tin ierotelestia pou hreiazomai pleon gia na antimetopiso ton exo kosmo, symperilamvanomenou tou isiomatos tou malliou mou, ekleisa to logariasmo mou sto facebook kai efyga apo to spiti me syntrofia to radio. piga sto panepistimio, diavasa 10 selides me klassiki mousiki sta aytia, piga me olo to gang sto welcome lunch ton kainourion amoiron symfoititon mou, gnorisa mia poly endiaferousa kopela, efaga ta apaisia trigonika sandwich kai ipia apeiro sparkling water kai meta kafe, sto grasidi me to gang kai fotografiko reportage tou fresher's fair. sto grafeio gia diavasma pali, i O. me paresyre (den ithela kai poly) se welcome party tis koinoniologias, i opoia eihe chef kai poly kalytero fagito apo to diko mas, gatecrashing, food stuffing kai pali diavasma. Kai to vrady tha pao se all girls dinner. Gia ligo akoma tsampa fai. Ayta einai?Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01841066110334714107noreply@blogger.com3