If neonazis are right wing, and communists are left. I sit dead in the middle. No bias.

Let me explain why by stripping it down to their core goals.

Now with this in mind, let me tell you a few stories that led me to remain central.

First and foremost, Fuck Extremists. I mean FUCK EXTREMISTS. Of any kind, not just in politics, but in religion, sexuality,...

I will start by saying that I will forever have a adoration for Latin American music, and culture.

Today We visit, Mexico with La Bruja. I don't have much to say about this song other than it being a Jarocha, and a bitter sweet tale of being under the "spell" of (falling in love with) a witch, and being made a fool for doing so.
Somehow, everything about this song infects me. I can't describe it, but there are many songs that do. This one happens to be one of them

"Ay que bonito es volar."

Like many BIMM students, Kings Ride is a band that happened once. Glad I never experienced that.

Shame though, coz some of the songs they had were absolute bangers.

I would like to start this series posts of with one of my favourite songs from Constantinopoly (Before it became Istanbul).

Ouzo Otan Peies (Ouzo, when you drink.)
Though Covered by Hundreds of people, the earliest recording went was in 1934, when Musician and Lyricists, Sosos Ioannidis and Emilios Savidis, teamed up with Greek Singer, Rosa Eskenazi to create "Preza Otan Pieis", which had become such a national hit that it had been covered by so many that many other versions became avaliable, and the...

I have to poo

My personality, however, balances it out.

A guest came in last night. Guy named Pedro. He knew my dad (as most do- he was a well known boxer, dog trainer and lifeguard amongst many other things,) and was stunned to find out that I am his first son, with his English Ex wife -- my mother (duh)

We got talking about my mother, told him she past away, and gave him an update on how things are with my dad, and he said to me,

I knew your mother, and she said something that to this day, I'll never forget. Back when your dad had the Kennels, this guy...

APON has a brother who drinks Decaf Freddo Espresso

I know this coz they all showed up at the cafe before I came in for my shift. I saw them all at the largest table.

Everyone was unproffesionally fangirling over him.
I was kind of annoyed by the unprofessionality.
Dude just wanted to have meal with his team, and was swarmed by fanboys and fangirls. Even the boss was asking for photos half a dozen times. Poor guy couldn't have a meal in peace.

I was gonna ask him how he got started, but...

I can't fuckin remember it tho, coz my cousin woke me at fuckin 6am with his alarm that idek why he has if he's gonna sleep right through it, and me telling him to wake up to stop the alarm.

I think it was war related tho -- which makes sense coz I was talking about war with someone today.

There's a famous greek singer named APON. He's a huge deal for Greeks and Cypriots.

I feel as if he's stalking me, because when I left the UK, he showed up in London; fair enough. It's London. Ofc you're gonna do a tour there.

Then I moved to Ioannina during the summer, and he showed up there too. Odd city? Maybe, for it's pretty remote, and forgotten. People go there to get away from society while still living in one. To see nature while remaining within civilization. Small city. Odd? Sure,...

I've a gift of sounds.
I've a gift of fitting in.
I've a gift of standing out.
I've a gift of being forgotten.

I've a gift of standing ground
Even if I tried withdrawing.
I've a gift of never dying
I've a promise of never Lying.

So I've a gift that feels a curse.
A curse of fitting in
A curse of standing out
A curse of being remembered

I've a curse of being loved
A curse of never finding it.
A curse of Loneliness
A curse of Longing to belonging in the wilderness....

Perhaps I joined Cyberspace for the Nostalgia. Perhaps the same reason I left my life in London to start a new one here in Cyprus. Perhaps I miss the dogs, the family, the time we had as a functioning family.

This photo was taken, circa 2004-2008. It's the beach nearby where I used to live, before we flew to the UK; The same place I'm going to live in... well... very god damn...

Now, where's the strippers?

Timetravel. I was quite happy to see my pappou Koko, Yiayia Theklou, and My dad's dog Thea.

Oh, my poor old thea....

Fun fact: the coolest fact about my mum's side of the family is that My late grandfather, Nikos, was friends with his father, Kyriakos, and he held Baby George.

Fun fact: George Michael's real name is Giorgos Kyriakos Panayotou (Γιώργος Κυριάκος Παναγιωτού)

Fun fact: I served George Michael's cousin's food and drinks today, and held a conversation with him and his wife

Idk what I dreamt, but I woke up confused.

Something about my future apartment, I think, and some dudes breaking in finding a double barrel shotgun aimed at them.

I had two dreams, one was another nightmare
One was just me at work. That was it. That was the whole dream.

The other, I was in London, with two other dudes. we were walking through a particularly bad part of London. There other 4 dudes following us, talking to us. Some where dress very Jamaican, others like improper "Roadmen", others just in regular clothes, Nobody was the same race. I kept mocking their accent and telling them to leave us alone, coz them "following n holding out hand is kinda gay,...

I get dreams like this a lot, so i'm not too shocked, but I feel like I should keep a note of my dreams here.

I was in the outskirts of a city of Ayia Napa, and my dad had come back from Greece with my siblings. So i went to visit. He was renting a sorta Poor quality country/esque apt with broken cars 'n' stuff outside, but this was temporary. Behind this apt was a connected Hotel. and in between the hotel and my dad, was this extra space my dad wanted to connect. To his apt, to get more space for my...