Happy new year pigs

Mmm it seems that it has been a very busy week in terms of celebrations and such. Firstly the horrible Tuesday 13th (which for Spanish descendants - I hate to say that!-) corresponds to the Friday 13th in the Anglos-axon cultures (and God's knows anywhere else), then Valentine's day which I spent enjoying myself at home during the day and at night working and staring at nice couples holding hands, snogging and delivering a mockery of love... boring!!! to top it up with 18th of February, the New Year in the Chinese calendar.

According to the Chinese calendar Pigs are all whose have been born in 1935, 1947, 1959, 1971, 1983, 1995, 2007. Also the are believed to be models of sincerity, purity, tolerance, and honor. When you first meet them, Pigs seem too good to be true. They are careful and caring, obliging and chivalrous. Put your trust in him, he won't let you down and he will never try to. The Pigs simply want to do everything right.

Pigs are the people everyone admires most. Make a list of the Pigs in your life: aren't they the nicest, most loving and scrupulously caring people around? Read more

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007

Comments

ANNA-LYS said…

Are You a Pig according to Chinese Calender?

9:20 AM

Darko said…

Thanks Anna-lys. According the Chinese Calendar I am a Tiger, what I can myself infer from my timid personality, mild self steam and clumsy approach to main subjects related to life I barely classify as a Kitten. Yet according to my ex-girlfriend, yes I am a pig. Hehe

I visit your blog but it was impossible for me to leave a message, I hope you read this message though.

1:06 PM

Volan's last will.

This is a picture of the envelope I received. On September the 29th I received a letter sent from London Metropolitan Police’s forensic department. The envelope contains Volan’s death report. I am still recovering from such a terrible moment. As Volan’s closest (and perhaps sole) friend I am in the obligation of publishing these lines on his own blog, as it was his last will. In strange circumstances my dearest friend Volan passed away in the dawn of the 23rd of September in Homerton Hospital in London. His body was carted off from the churchyard of Saint Paul’s Cathedral after a mad night out with Siobhan (Sweeny), -an Irish-Scottish blues singer whose Volan had just met few hours before in the surrounding areas of Anexo Bar, close to Farringdon Station. At the moment that the ambulance arrived at the place Volan showed a critical state and almost without vital signals dying a while after indoors, in the above mentioned hospital. The death certificated shows a very cryptic language ...

Vomiting in Old Kent Road.

Darko's last post is dated back to 2008... have all this years been a dream, a nightmare, am I back to life, back to death?... Shioban! Shioban... where are you? I died and got back to life... or vice versa. Shioban didn't I see you in the Middle Kingdom? Didn't I? Where have you gone Shioban? Irish Muse? Back to death from life... and a sketch she made in 2006, back the "deadly ol' smoke" Back form the toxic earthly smoke, life deterrent, as I walk covered in tar and sweet pop music, baijiu. Shioban!... you are young, I am gray.... Shioban where have you taken my bones? am I ashes, tar or smog? I still have got that ugly punch you directed at me nose, that night at Kingsland road, I landed, smacked my head to the ground only to wake up at Lewisham... or near, Shioban, you crazy Irish death.... was it Old Kent and Rotherhithe where we vomited solitudes that night? Shioban.

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