17/12/2010

The internet connection where I live now is shit. I can’t be bothered to compose a post,  lose it,  compose it again and so on – I don’t think my last post was lucid either because of this. So I shall take a little rest for a few days. Hope you are all well and doing the Christmassy thing with great relish.

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15/03/2010

The amount of creepy people walking around never ceases to amaze me. Yesterday my mother sent me email from my dad’s address and all I wanted to do after reading it was laugh out loud. My mum and dad live in each other’s mail boxes, they know each other’s passwords e.t.c. Apparently this shameless guy has been contacting my mum for a while now. It started on Facebook (my mum opened her account because she wanted to keep in touch with a member of a certain organisation she is doing research and writing articles for) five months ago. Facebook being Facebook, old friends and family started randomly adding her. This is where this guy found her. He added my brother first whom he’s never met, by this time I had deleted my account. Next, he added my mum. She ignored him. He added her again. She ignored him. He added her the third time with an accompanying message asking if he had disappointed her in any way. My mother ignored, did not reply and deleted her account promptly. Now can someone just say out loud: CREEP. My mother has never met this guy! Why is he randomly adding her and asking if she’s disappointed in him? I think there is something missing in his head. On top of that, it’s bloody annoying and disrespectful!

My mother chose not to tell me and not to focus on it because frankly she’ll be the one to tell you she has no time for such absurdity I was done and dusted with this guy around Christmas 2008. Christmas 2009 he sent a message, which was ignored. It seems he still doesn’t get the picture. He started emailing my dad! For fuck’s sake…my father! He found him on facebook…again. My father is there only for networking purposes, but somehow he managed to find him and tell him that he knows me and my brother, that he is now working e.t.c. Mate, nobody fucking cares! Well, since my dad didn’t know about him or that we were involved at one time, he just thought he was an old friends of his kids, so he entertained him and they continued communicating. Absolutely unbelievable. My mother just happened to hear my dad talk about this guy he met on facebook who was a friend of me and my brother and how he now works in country X e.t.c. He mentioned the name and my mum’s alarms went off. She crept into his email and address and there it was. Disgusting.

I told my mum to ignore him and leave dad alone. If he wants to continue talking to him about whatever, that’s his problem. I also told her not to mention that I was involved with him at some point. My dad now thinks it’s just another person he’s networking with e.t.c. WHAT. A. LOSER.

12/12/2009

I’m still up. I just can’t seem to sleep. I finished packing about three hours ago. My holiday just began and I plan to spend the next one month resting and planning. Nothing major happening for me this time. It’ll just be family and too much TV. I think. If we can try going at least a week without getting into stupid arguments with each other. Honestly, I’m not really sure how we’ll do that, being christmas and all.

26/11/2009

I just remembered a conversation I had over the weekend with an Italian friend of mine who lives in a very picturesque city in Italy. Isn’t the whole of Italy picturesque anyway? We were talking about Christmas plans. He’s looking forwards to a week in Prague. I told him that sounded like a nice plan. As for me, my Christmas plans mainly involve having time with my similarly poor family and then back to uni business. He said he wished we could get away and do something together. I said, “I do too, unfortunately, I’ m broke”.

The conversation then moved to how much the weather here is awful. I told him I was not impressed with the rain and was getting tired of the way of life here in general. The Italian then said, “Move to Italy bella. People in Sicily are still going to the beach. You know my home is always open for you. Even if you’re broke. You can spend a few days at my house in *picturesque city”. I thanked him for the offer.

“Next summer,” I meant it.

I’ve always had this feeling that The Italian fancies me. I know I often get deluded and needy but with this man, I can feel it. We’ve been friends for about a year now, mainly because we both share a passion for photography and travelling. He’s never been suggestive or leering like all the other random guys. He cares about me and is always checking to see how am doing. He encourages me to go for whatever I want in life, to have fun, to be honest with him. I love that. I also like the fact that he’s very intelligent. I’m a sucker for intelligent men. Conversations with him are always fulfilling and enriching, something that I don’t get from most men I talk to. I mean, afterall most of them are after  pussy, so I don’t know what I was expecting. I’m not saying The Italian is not after pussy too. If he is, then I’ll have to admit I like the way he’s subtle about it. I don’t mind either. He’s the type of man I could see myself having a fulfilling long time relationship with. I don’t care that he is 10 years older than me. 

He finished with a “Buonanotte bella “.