Since I will spend the next four days in bed with a book don't expect updates. And if I don't see you:
Happy Christmas & Merry 2007
Sunday, December 24
Don't ask. And don't check the updates in the tea and lipbalm departement. Scarlet red my cheeks burn for I dare scarce admit it; I spend next to nothing when out shopping yesterday but what I did spend was on tea and lipbalm. *blushes to imitate colour of the people's flag*
Since I will spend the next four days in bed with a book don't expect updates. And if I don't see you:
Since I will spend the next four days in bed with a book don't expect updates. And if I don't see you:
Thursday, December 21
Radio
For many a month I have had a last.fm account. I signed up for one after having it seen at this nice young man's blog, but I never seemed to be able to make it work and after one or two unsuccessful attempts I gave it up. Not even the laudative words of my love coach could persuade me to give it another try. Until I was recently reminded of last.fm's existence on this young man's blog and I swore I would not rest before I had solved the issues.
If you can see my most recent tracks on the left that left, you may conclude that I have mastered the art of neglecting schoolwork in favour of utterly unimportant victories over modern technology.
If you can see my most recent tracks on the left that left, you may conclude that I have mastered the art of neglecting schoolwork in favour of utterly unimportant victories over modern technology.
Tea - part three
As a step towards buying not so much tea anymore I thought it might be a not so bad idea to consume less tea, making the purchase of aforementioned drink less necessary. Thus after drinking a pint and a half ( being one thermos) of black tea with forest berry flavouring this morning/early afternoon while reading a book* and two cups of lemongrass tea at a friends place where I found myself dropping of a present and sipping port, I decided to quench my evening thirsts with water. Alas for me, or rather the good girl inside me desirous to stick to resolutions, I came accross this (see below) message.
* one I must read for my studies, nothing frivoulous
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* one I must read for my studies, nothing frivoulous
Virgo, December 21
Possibly the most unuseful horoscope in the thirteen years I read them.
Whether or not you are in the mood for love, you should go for romance today. Immerse yourself in sweet sentiment, and take a break from cold reality. And don't limit yourself to thinking of romance as applying only to love affairs. Instead, embrace the complete definition of the word 'romance' -- use music, poetry and film as vehicles to explore your heart and discover new ways of maneuvering through difficult days.
Wednesday, December 20
Therapeutic Writing II
The love coach hath said:
She hath also said that I must not look for meaning in every turn of speech. And she is very likely right. I can however but feel what I feel, see what I see, hear what I hear and think what I think, however idiotic and unreasonable. I am ready to accept, nay with all the reason I am capable of I do know that he loves me not and yet I will doubt and while doubting hope. Hope that maybe I misunderstood, hope that maybe he misunderstood and answered the wrong question, hope that he will/ has change(d) his mind, hope that all is not lost, hope that if he doesn't love he will at least not think of me unkindly or worse scorn me.
Therapeutic writing is good.
She hath also said that I must not look for meaning in every turn of speech. And she is very likely right. I can however but feel what I feel, see what I see, hear what I hear and think what I think, however idiotic and unreasonable. I am ready to accept, nay with all the reason I am capable of I do know that he loves me not and yet I will doubt and while doubting hope. Hope that maybe I misunderstood, hope that maybe he misunderstood and answered the wrong question, hope that he will/ has change(d) his mind, hope that all is not lost, hope that if he doesn't love he will at least not think of me unkindly or worse scorn me.
Therapeutic Writing I
It cannot be.
It will not be.
It shall not be.
Yet there is hope in my heart. The love coach will not like to hear it. He will read it and dislike the thought. And I? If only that I knew, I'd need not write in therapy.
It will not be.
It shall not be.
Yet there is hope in my heart. The love coach will not like to hear it. He will read it and dislike the thought. And I? If only that I knew, I'd need not write in therapy.
Monday, December 18
The First Gift
I seldomly expect a gift back when I go out buying or stay in making gifts for friends; so when today a pretty and friendly girl offered me a small parcel when she came over to borrow my nail polish remover I was completely yet pleasantly surprised. I have but to thank my sports and alcoholcoach (for she it was that presented me with the first gift of the season) again for the hair clip, it will go very well with my masked ball outfit and the newfound joy in my life.
Jeff Buckley
I'm 22 years and three months today. And why not celebrate with chocolate chipped cookies, multiple cups of tea and a youtube clip of Jeff Buckley? And the best part is you can all enjoy the latter because every now and then I'm as friendly as everybody thinks I am.
Sunday, December 17
Oops I did it again
I have been buying books. Enough to give me much pleasure and enjoyment the coming trying weeks, however by far too little to utterly ruin me. Since I promised no lists until January 4, I cannot tell you which they are and I find that very convenient as I am too lazy today to list them anyway.
I have also come into possession of four new sorts of tea, and one might scold me for extravaganza were it not that these infusions 'accidentally' slipped into the shopping cart when I was supervising the end-of-year dinner purchases.
Anyone believe I might be short on tea soon and wishes to contribute to my collection may check for the list of what I have here.
I have also come into possession of four new sorts of tea, and one might scold me for extravaganza were it not that these infusions 'accidentally' slipped into the shopping cart when I was supervising the end-of-year dinner purchases.
Anyone believe I might be short on tea soon and wishes to contribute to my collection may check for the list of what I have here.
Thursday, December 14
My Heart
You might think you know all about it by now. I sure do a poor job at hiding my feelings, and I'm not hiding them now.
My heart leaps, jumps, skips, beats and springs up when I walk my fixed routes through town. It flits, flots, floats, flirts and flies circles around the sun. I'm in love. With a man. One man (but in a way that I can bear it). And life.
Now all the task that is before me is to maintain this state of being for a year or two. By which time I hope to be heartbroken and sufficiently disappointed in life to write my award winning debut novel. 'tis but a dream I know. Tomorrow I shall be in love still but only with a man and I will be miserable again. As long as it lasts however I'll wear a smile upon my face.
My heart leaps, jumps, skips, beats and springs up when I walk my fixed routes through town. It flits, flots, floats, flirts and flies circles around the sun. I'm in love. With a man. One man (but in a way that I can bear it). And life.
Now all the task that is before me is to maintain this state of being for a year or two. By which time I hope to be heartbroken and sufficiently disappointed in life to write my award winning debut novel. 'tis but a dream I know. Tomorrow I shall be in love still but only with a man and I will be miserable again. As long as it lasts however I'll wear a smile upon my face.
The Devil wears Prada: A DVD Review
The devil wears Prada, and Chanel, and a whole bunch of other fashion designers that I might have heard off but refuse to let the names linger in my memory because I am too poor to afford their clothes and 15 pounds overweight to wear them. Note that I mention Prada because that happens to be the title and Chanel because you gotta love Chanel, no women is complete without it. *
Back to the film I'm reviewing. It's good. Well, it is and it isn't. It is because Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci are great, Ardrian Grenier is dead cute, and it's the perfect blend between a chickflick/romantic comedy and a fashion magazine. And it isn't because I'm too old for chickflicks, too melancholy or downright misanthropic for romantic comedies and because of aforementioned reasons I'm not suited for fashionvictimness.
In short did you miss something not seeing this in cinéma? No, the film is a lot better on a smaller screen. Must you buy this DVD? Well I can't force you. Why must you see this on DVD? Think, think, think; the Gagreel among the featurettes is kinda fun. And there's a 'deleted scene' where you get a shot of Adrian Grenier wearing very little clothes (still covered in bedsheets though)**.
That's all.
*possibly exaggerated but there are people I'd kill for these boots:
**Which I know my love coach will like to see so here's a picture:
Wednesday, December 13
On a quest for Elvis Costello: YouTube
not the best quality but I cannot help wanting to share two of my favourite artists
and here's Fiona Apple ( of whom I had never heard before today) singing an Elvis Costello favourite
and here's Fiona Apple ( of whom I had never heard before today) singing an Elvis Costello favourite
Virgo, December 14
My horoscope for tomorrow and I dare admit I like the sound of one or two things.
Those closest to you have really come to depend on your discerning viewpoint. They know that if anyone will give them an opinion that's not sugarcoated, it's you. However, you also know when a delicate situation demands diplomacy.
Someone with whom you recently had a deep and meaningful conversation will be acting a bit standoffish today. This person hasn't had a change of heart -- but is feeling rather embarrassed about being so vulnerable. Do not let this change in attitude hurt your feelings. Instead, give her or him space and time to get used to your friendship's new level. This person needs to feel secure that you are going to be there for the long haul.
An instantaneous attraction is awfully seductive. Enjoy it for what it is and don't try to make more of it. It could develop into a grand passion, or it could be just a pleasant interlude. Applying pressure won't help.
Take time out of your day-to-day agenda for a look at -- and discussion about -- the bigger picture. Whether it's lunch with your mentor or a one-on-one with your boss, consider the industry as a whole and your future.
Rant I
i felt like blogging but didn't know what about so I thought why not blog a picture so here it is it's ville valo because my love coach adores him doesn't make sense but whatever wanted to go shopping today did walk through the city area called shopping street but couldn't find anything worth buying so I'm blah today and don't you dare comment on the lack of pause in speech markers it's just a rant can't help being in love and confused and maybe once again in love with two people and I know it can't be because the second one is really really cute but I wanted him and love coach to get together and well sucks to be me I guess
Tuesday, December 12
Cards
I do not like being kept in the dark about my future, therefor I lay out a set of self-made tarot cards according to a self constructed system of fortunetelling at a regular basis.
Today, this I read in the cards
Considering conclusions I have drawn out of certain events both today and yesterday I hold situation 2 to be highly unlikely and situation 5 to be my continuous state of being. Do share with me your enlightning opinions.
Today, this I read in the cards
- a helpful stranger
- love that will be answered
- a secret admirer that will (soon) make himself known
- professional succes
- an unclear situation that I will have to solve all by my own
- a hurt friend
- the further expansion of my family circle
Considering conclusions I have drawn out of certain events both today and yesterday I hold situation 2 to be highly unlikely and situation 5 to be my continuous state of being. Do share with me your enlightning opinions.
Friday, December 8
Kvraagetaan
There is a man who I hold in high regard (though not the highest for the mud pool of my affection has a strict, very strict hierarchy) who has today by the mere act of blogging caused me to carry to the grave my lifelong antipathy for bands singing in a dialect from the wrong side of Ghent.
And because I must have an opinion: it is mostly about one song. The title would be 'kvraagetaan'. And I have no means whatsoever to translate or even try to explain what this means. Basically it means asking someone you like to start of a relationship. I have little inside info to give on the subject as my only involvement ever consists of saying 'no' twice after which time nobody bothered asking. Back to the song concerned: Melancholy and more melancholy, a sequence of memories (some barely ten years old) and the lament of going back to the time where everything was as simple as ' kvraagetaan'. Any deeper meaning and nuance is lost on me quite possibly because the language sung is not my native tongue.
And because I must have an opinion: it is mostly about one song. The title would be 'kvraagetaan'. And I have no means whatsoever to translate or even try to explain what this means. Basically it means asking someone you like to start of a relationship. I have little inside info to give on the subject as my only involvement ever consists of saying 'no' twice after which time nobody bothered asking. Back to the song concerned: Melancholy and more melancholy, a sequence of memories (some barely ten years old) and the lament of going back to the time where everything was as simple as ' kvraagetaan'. Any deeper meaning and nuance is lost on me quite possibly because the language sung is not my native tongue.
Wednesday, December 6
Lipbalm - part two
And there are people who think I exagerate. For your information; a blog entirely about lip balm. And who am I to discourage that?! I wonder if there's any chance of getting free samples if I visit regurlary. Maybe I should ask.
Too Much Chocolate
There is such a thing (though I would scarce dare to admit it before) like too much chocolate, and I'm experiencing it right now.
There is however no such thing as too much tea, too much reading, too many lip balms and a man that loves me back. Please note that the last word in the previous sentence is merely to avoid obvious unwelcome comments.
There is however no such thing as too much tea, too much reading, too many lip balms and a man that loves me back. Please note that the last word in the previous sentence is merely to avoid obvious unwelcome comments.
Daniel Brühl
It has simply been too long since I've posted a handsome young man. So here you have one. I defy you to deny he is rather cute. And of course he is also a talented actor. Not so very sexy voice but one can't have everything.
Sinterklaas
Today it's Saint Nicholas Day traditionally children will find candy and small presents waiting for them when they wake up. I, alas have grown too old to get presents from the holy man and if I want spoiling on this day I have to take care of it myself. And I have. This evening around 25 (of which naturellement I am one) chocoholics will gather at the Quetzal Chocolatebar and splash into a chocolate fondue , I need not point out that this is by far my favourite OAK organised activity.
Tea - part two
Upon professing the amount of tea varieties in my possession, the chocolate coach was shocked, not bewildered, surprised and ponderous of why anyone needs such an amount of tea leaves and herbal infuses, but plain shocked as if it was an obscenity.
I acknowledge that 45 is a lot of flavours and blends to choose from but it's not as if I have one pound of every variety. So I started a little math. I have 1521,1 grams of tea at an average of 2 grams tea per cup that makes 761 cups. I drink an average of 4 cups of tea per day. Which makes that my stock will last around 190 days. Or I will run out of tea on June 12. Isn't that great.
I acknowledge that 45 is a lot of flavours and blends to choose from but it's not as if I have one pound of every variety. So I started a little math. I have 1521,1 grams of tea at an average of 2 grams tea per cup that makes 761 cups. I drink an average of 4 cups of tea per day. Which makes that my stock will last around 190 days. Or I will run out of tea on June 12. Isn't that great.
Monday, December 4
Lip Balm
As I was out shopping for tea this afternoon (as if I needed any more ) I also bought lip balm. And there was not so much rejoicing among people concerned with my financial situation. The fact is I already have plenty of lip balm. Don't believe me? Here's a list, and try to enjoy it I promise it's the last one for at least a month.
- The Body Shop lip butter sweet grape
- The Body Shop cranberry lip balm
- The Body Shop born lippy watermelon
- The Body Shop born lippy raspberry
- The body Shop honey lip care SPF 15
- The Body Shop hemp lip conditioner
- Pop tarts frosted cherry lip balm
- Pop tarts frosted blueberry lip balm
- Lip naturals herbal formula bing cherry SPF 15
- Lipsmacker Dr Pepper
- Hema 1/7 pearly gold lip balm
- Miss Helen Fruity Lipbalm Strawberry
- Yves Rocher Baume hydratant a l'extrait de raisin
- Yver Rocher Baume nourrisant a l'huile d' amande
- Dirty Girl On The Go raspberry SPF 15
- Yves Rocher Jardins desÎles Baume hydratant vanille de Madagascar
- Yves Rocher baume nourrissant édition de noël
- Carmex click stick lip balm
Tea
Those of you that do not know that I love nothing* more in this world then reading might as well stop bothering reading this blog. Those that don't know that next to reading and aforementioned * I love tea best on this planet are hereby informed that I have more sorts of tea then I have pots of nail polish. Nothing remarkable you gather. Hah . Then you might not know that I have one short of forty. And here is an inclusive**list of the teas I have.
*the much adored one is of course disregarded as my love of books has survived several much and most adored ones
** safe 3 sorts of tea of which I have but one bags left, listing would seam idiotic
- Twinings English Breakfast pads
- Twinings English Breakfast bags
- Twinings Ceylon orange Pekoe bag
- Twinings Lady Grey bags
- Twinings Earl Grey bags
- Twinings Cherry bags
- Twinings Lemon bags
- Twinings Vanilla bags
- Twinings Passion Fruit, Mango & Orange bags
- Twinings Blackcurrant bags
- Slovak Herbal Tea loose tea brand-less
- Beijing Iris Wen Gui Jia loose
- Beijing Iris Hang Ju Hua loose
- Beijing Iris Wen Gui Jia bags
- Javana Jasmin Tea loose
- Lipton Morocco pyramids
- Lipton White Tea pyramids
- Lipton Andalusia pyramids
- Lipton Blue Fruit Tea bags
- Lipton Liquorice-Mint bags
- Lipton Orange-Lemon bags
- Lipton Mint bags
- Lipton Til bags
- Lipton Mint bags
- Lipton Til- Mint bags
- Lipton Camomille bags
- Lipton Liquorice bags
- Lipton Rose-hip/Raspberry bags
- Lipton Soft Cashmere loose
- Lipton Himalayan Sunrise loose
- Oxfam Fairtrade Bio green tea loose
- Oxfam Fairtrade Lemon bags
- Oxfam Fairtrade Rooibos bags
- Meßmer Schwarzer Tee Wildkirsche bags
- Kruidvat Evening Mix bags
- Kruidvat Respiratory bags
- Kruidvat Night-rest bags
- Kruidvat Fennel bags
- Albert Heijn Forest Fruit bags
- Albert Heijn Mint bags
- Albert Heijn Blueberry bags
- Zonnatura Herbal Tea Rooibos bags
- Delhaize Nettle bags
- Delhaize Green Tea bags
- Delhaize Raspberry bags
- Delhaize Lime-Honey bags
- Delhaize Apple-Rhubarb bags
- Celestial Seasonings Cranberry Apple Zinger pads
- Celestial Seasonings Mandarin Orange Spice pads
- Celestial Seasonings Sleepytime pads
*the much adored one is of course disregarded as my love of books has survived several much and most adored ones
** safe 3 sorts of tea of which I have but one bags left, listing would seam idiotic
Sunday, December 3
Presents
It's December. traditionally my mother will have asked everyone in the family to make a list of things we'd like to have so she knows what to tell clueless aunts and grandparents. Since nobody has ever bothered taking into account what I write down but just gets me a bookshop gift coupon or worse hand me some money in an envelope I just hand in a short list of books I can't afford off my pocket allowance and act very surprised and grateful when I get the wrong book and at rare occasions not even a book from the author I asked for.
But I so love making lists that here's one of things I always like getting:
1. goldfish
2. tea
3. white flowers
4. lip balm
5. fountain pens
6. cute stationary
7. bright coloured socks
8. lollipops
9. small bottles of flavoured oil or vinegar
10. cooking books
11. books on philosophy
12. postcards and letters
13. anything It's Happy Bunny
14. wash off tattoos
15. candles
16. tools and books of witchcraft
But I so love making lists that here's one of things I always like getting:
1. goldfish
2. tea
3. white flowers
4. lip balm
5. fountain pens
6. cute stationary
7. bright coloured socks
8. lollipops
9. small bottles of flavoured oil or vinegar
10. cooking books
11. books on philosophy
12. postcards and letters
13. anything It's Happy Bunny
14. wash off tattoos
15. candles
16. tools and books of witchcraft
Saturday, December 2
Coming Soon: The Devil Wears Prada Review
Like, love, hate, believe it or not, but I've been actually asked to write a review for 'The Devil Wears Prada'. And could I refuse?
The eager writer, undiscoverd columnist, would-be Nobel prize for Literature winner in me were all too happy with the attention. The somewhat stubborn anti maintsream social pattern individual lurking in dark corners jumping at opportunities to make me doubt screamed out not to let myself (in as far as my blog is an extension of myself) be used as billboard. As usual I paid it no attention.
In conclusion: "Coming soon: The Devil Wears Prada Review"
Have a youtube clip to pass the time while I watch the movie again in order to make up my mind.
The eager writer, undiscoverd columnist, would-be Nobel prize for Literature winner in me were all too happy with the attention. The somewhat stubborn anti maintsream social pattern individual lurking in dark corners jumping at opportunities to make me doubt screamed out not to let myself (in as far as my blog is an extension of myself) be used as billboard. As usual I paid it no attention.
In conclusion: "Coming soon: The Devil Wears Prada Review"
Have a youtube clip to pass the time while I watch the movie again in order to make up my mind.
Friday, December 1
Aids Awareness Day
It's International Aids Awareness Day, even though I am neither an HIV positive person or professing HIV risk behaviour (the term is ugly I know but that's the word I find most frequently used nonetheless), I am wearing a red ribbon today. Because it is important. Because people must be informed. Because no matter how you became an HIV patient you deserve support. Because no one ill should stand alone. Because I care and would like others to care. And maybe most of all because others think they don't have to care merely because it concerns them not.
Don't think me naive, I know full well that wearing a ribbon isn't going to speed up the development of aids-medication. Nor is it going to convince anyone to have safe sex. Nor is it going to stop an addict sharing his needles. Nor is it going to safen bloodtransfusions. Yet I dare hope that for one brief second I have made just one person think. That's all.
Thursday, November 30
Brucecloud
the regular visitor knew it was but a matter of time so here goes; three cheers for the new addition on the left that left; Brucecloud. Joy Joy Joy. What do you mean? Sarcasm? Moi? Honestly.
Well I must write something and surely no one wants to know how for not half a week, how for three blissful days I thought it was all over. How gladly I chose to believe that for the first time in over two years I was free , 100% not in love, rid of men and heartbreak and how yesterday not half an hour after professing my regained full senses and wits to the much beloved chocolate coach, I saw the much adored one and felt my knees grow weak again. All light in that day turned dark, all quiet breathing gone, all hope lost and a new well of tears sprung from my veins.
One more question; what is it about love that makes us write so clichématic?
Well I must write something and surely no one wants to know how for not half a week, how for three blissful days I thought it was all over. How gladly I chose to believe that for the first time in over two years I was free , 100% not in love, rid of men and heartbreak and how yesterday not half an hour after professing my regained full senses and wits to the much beloved chocolate coach, I saw the much adored one and felt my knees grow weak again. All light in that day turned dark, all quiet breathing gone, all hope lost and a new well of tears sprung from my veins.
One more question; what is it about love that makes us write so clichématic?
Monday, November 27
Men Suck
First, not foremost I would like to must apologise to those (very few) men among my acquaintances to whom the title of this post does not apply.
Secondly, to all other humanoids of the male conviction: YOU SUCK. Is it so bloody difficult to be clear? And that is not a rhetorical question.
Thirdly for everyone that might be interested and that from the above typed out information has not drawn the conclusion that my might be a date originated as one but turned out to be something totally different was a disaster: the "date" was a catastrophe.
Secondly, to all other humanoids of the male conviction: YOU SUCK. Is it so bloody difficult to be clear? And that is not a rhetorical question.
Thirdly for everyone that might be interested and that from the above typed out information has not drawn the conclusion that my might be a date originated as one but turned out to be something totally different was a disaster: the "date" was a catastrophe.
Friday, November 24
Blog Updates
Considering it's popularity and the difficulty I had in keeping it work properly the Bruceboard has been removed, very likely forever.
There's a new Zwinky. Observant visitors may have noticed occasional changes in outfit but now there is a whole new Zwinky. And be warned there will be more changes of which I may not always make note.
There's a new Zwinky. Observant visitors may have noticed occasional changes in outfit but now there is a whole new Zwinky. And be warned there will be more changes of which I may not always make note.
Thursday, November 23
WANTED
Lust for life.
Edit: This might have been helpful but a chat with the cooking coach two cups of tea and a speculaas sandwich did the trick faster and better. Three cheers for returning Tupperware items to their rightful owners.
Edit #2: This too might have been helpful, but having a collegue/friend call you to join in on a lefty sing-and-drink-evening which you orginally planned on going to but didn't because you didn't feel like ruining the evening with your miserable thoughts and gloomy outlook works as well.
Edit: This might have been helpful but a chat with the cooking coach two cups of tea and a speculaas sandwich did the trick faster and better. Three cheers for returning Tupperware items to their rightful owners.
Edit #2: This too might have been helpful, but having a collegue/friend call you to join in on a lefty sing-and-drink-evening which you orginally planned on going to but didn't because you didn't feel like ruining the evening with your miserable thoughts and gloomy outlook works as well.
Wednesday, November 22
Ceasefire II
Dear friends,
I just took an action on the internet calling for a stop to the war in Iraq, and I thought you might be interested…
From the Ceasefire Campaign:
Dear friends,
Over the last few days, almost 50,000 of us have supported the call for a new plan for Iraq! Thanks to you, our Iraq ad ran this week in major newspapers in London and Washington, DC, calling for a new diplomatic role for the international community and the withdrawal of Coalition forces from Iraq. Click below to see the ad and add your voice of support:
www.ceasefirecampaign.org
If you have not yet joined our call for a new direction in Iraq, please consider doing so at this crucial moment. Coalition governments are beginning to accept that there is no military solution, but they haven’t settled on what an alternative diplomatic approach looks like. With hundreds of thousands of civilian deaths already in Iraq, we cannot afford to miss this chance to demand a new course. Your voice could make a difference over the coming week.
Click below to see our ad and join the campaign for a new direction in Iraq:
www.ceasefirecampaign.org
With hope,
Ricken, Ben, Rachel, Paul, Tom, Amparo and the Ceasefire Campaign Team
I just took an action on the internet calling for a stop to the war in Iraq, and I thought you might be interested…
From the Ceasefire Campaign:
Dear friends,
Over the last few days, almost 50,000 of us have supported the call for a new plan for Iraq! Thanks to you, our Iraq ad ran this week in major newspapers in London and Washington, DC, calling for a new diplomatic role for the international community and the withdrawal of Coalition forces from Iraq. Click below to see the ad and add your voice of support:
www.ceasefirecampaign.org
If you have not yet joined our call for a new direction in Iraq, please consider doing so at this crucial moment. Coalition governments are beginning to accept that there is no military solution, but they haven’t settled on what an alternative diplomatic approach looks like. With hundreds of thousands of civilian deaths already in Iraq, we cannot afford to miss this chance to demand a new course. Your voice could make a difference over the coming week.
Click below to see our ad and join the campaign for a new direction in Iraq:
www.ceasefirecampaign.org
With hope,
Ricken, Ben, Rachel, Paul, Tom, Amparo and the Ceasefire Campaign Team
Monday, November 20
Culinary Orgasm
Among the items sent from the home based family that I have just retrieved from checkpoint Tulsa was a small well packed parcel with two minuscule morsels of something my youngest sister to whom we shall from now forth refer to as Beibei baked. I know not it's name but it was just perfect. I would describe it in as little words as possible as caramel fudge with cafè latte icing. What did I need a boyfriend for again?
The bad news of today is nobody noticed my new hairstyle. Nor the hyper cute retro barrette that the coiffeuse so generously lent me until I have shopped some of my own. Bugger.
The bad news of today is nobody noticed my new hairstyle. Nor the hyper cute retro barrette that the coiffeuse so generously lent me until I have shopped some of my own. Bugger.
Bret Easton Ellis
Co-editor of the student's club magazine has -upon my continual request for some good book titles and names of authors worth reading- suggested Bret Easton Ellis.When last I went to the library (about a week ago), while strolling through the English literature section, I came accross aforementioned writer of whom you see a picture on the left the other left and took home the informers and the rules of attraction. Neither of which I have completed reading. I can say however that the influence of Bret is visible if not readable in my dear collegue's work.
Saturday, November 18
Stop smiling at me
How can I bear it?
You smile.
And there's a twinkle in your eye.
How do I bear it?
How have I survived 'til now?
I swear I don't know, but I hate falling in love all over again.
You smile.
And there's a twinkle in your eye.
How do I bear it?
How have I survived 'til now?
I swear I don't know, but I hate falling in love all over again.
Friday, November 17
Names I like
Names for my future daughters and sons:
Andreas, Angua, Annabeth, Arutha, Athena Nikè, Aurelia, Baruch, Beëlzebub, Blodwyn,Cinnamuna, Engel, Ephebe, Faramir, Florens, Friedrich, Galadriël, Havelock, Hera, Heroïn, Leizhu, Montague, Ophelia, Rein, Satan, Sebastian, Sfinx, Thorvald, Thyme, Werther, Wodan, Wolfgang, Xiang, Yume
Monday, November 13
Zwinky
And the newest addition is... Zwinky!!!
As I write the zwinky you see is "100% ME".
For those who do not know me in real life, that's what I look like. More accurately it's what I would look like if I was 5 inch taller, weighed 20 pounds less and had an unlimited shopping budget. In short it's what I would like to look like.
As I write the zwinky you see is "100% ME".
For those who do not know me in real life, that's what I look like. More accurately it's what I would look like if I was 5 inch taller, weighed 20 pounds less and had an unlimited shopping budget. In short it's what I would like to look like.
Sunday, November 12
Update #2
The idiot *ahum* handsome youngman responsible, has apologised and removed me from Planet Ugent. I've but one or two more list to copy/paste from a now near useless blog and I've started knitting a scarf in salmon pink wool. Life really isn't too bad. Well it is a little bad. But I'll tell you about that later.
P.S. Has anybody noticed how good I've become at adding links in text?
P.S. Has anybody noticed how good I've become at adding links in text?
Nail Polish
They say it's amazing how much nail polish I have. The most amazing part is I haven't bought any new since this list was completed on january 26 of this year.
- Nivea Beauté pastel power 96 pastel rose
- Nivea Beauté colour dynamite 707 sugar kiss
- Cosmo Girl dark fuchsia
- Crystal VOV silver
- Crystal VOV poison black
- Rhétorique 103 light green
- Yssa Beau 31 gold
- Rimmel 60 seconds nail polish 872 climax purple
- Astor 60 sec one coat 320 fuchsia
- Création Lamis 11 blue
- Constance caroll diamond gloss 137 emerald
- Constance caroll diamond gloss 24 electric blue
- Constance caroll diamond gloss 172 seacrest
- Exotic glow 15 see-through shine
- Exotic glow 10 blood red
- Only You 014 orange
- Only You 119 barbie pink
- Only You Mini lime
- Only You Mini starry night
- Only You Mini babyblue
- Only You Mini pink glitz
- Only You Mini peach
- Only You Mini nightgreen
- Miss Helen purple glitz
- Miss Helen rusty red
- Miss Helen orange see-through shine
- Miss Helen turquoise glitz
- Miss Helen silver gray
- Luminelle prume argentée
- Luminelle mauve captivant
- Luminelle caramel pépite
- Luminelle noir paileté
- Luminelle transparance rouge
- Luminelle fuchsia scrintillant
- Luminelle orchidée
- Luminelle fluofluo
- Luminelle corail givré
- Luminelle argent étincelant
- Luminelle ciel bleu
- Miss Sporty nail varnish colourless shine
Virtual Zoo: Update #3
Well, you could have known it was just a matter of time before I was tempted again. Named after another personal coach, though I imagine he might have preferred a scantily dressed young lady dedicated to him.
Friday, November 10
Romanic Literature: Full Throttle
The full list of must-reads according to my personal coach.
French:
-Béroul, Le roman de Tristan, 1170
-Chrétien de Troyes, Romans de la Table Ronde, 1170-1190 (Erec et Enide; Cligès; Lancelot ou le Chevalier de la Charrette; Yvain ou le Chevalier au Lion; Perceval ou le Conte du Graal)
-Marie de France, Lais, 1160-1175
-Guillaume de Lorris, Roman de la Rose, 1275
-François Rabelais, Pantagruel (1532), Gargantua (1534)
-Pierre de Ronsard, Amours (1556)
-Molière, Tartuffe (1664), L'école des femmes (1662), L'avare (1668)
-Jean Racine, Andromaque (1667), Britannicus (1669)
-Madamme de Lafayette, La Princesse de Clèves (1689)
-Charles Perrault, Contes de ma mère Loye (1697)
-Montesquieu, Les lettres persanes (1721)
-l'abbé Prévost, Manon Lescaut (1753)
-Voltaire, Candide ou l'Optimisme (1759)
-Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Julie ou la nouvelle Héloïse (1761)
-Choderlos de Laclos, Les liaisons dangereuses (1782)
-François-René de Chateaubriand, Atala (1801), René (1802)
-Alphonse de Lamartine, Méditations poétiques (1820)
-Stendhal, Le rouge et le noir (1830), La chartreuse de Parme (1839)
-George Sand, Indiana (1832)
-Alexandre Dumas, Le comte de Monte-Cristo (1845), Le chevalier de Maison-Rouge (1845)
-Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal (1857)
-Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (1857)
-Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris (1831), Les Misérables (1862)
-Emile Zola, Thérèse Raquin (1867), L'Assommoir (1878)
-Arthur Rimbaud, Une saison en enfer (1873)
-Jules Verne, Vingt-mille lieues sous les mers (1869), Michel Strogoff (1874)
-Marcel Proust, Du côté de chez Swann (1913)
-Jean-Paul Sartre, La Nausée (1938), Les Mouches (1943)
-Albert Camus, L'étranger (1942)
-Simone de Beauvoir, Le sang des autres (1945), Une mort très douce (1964)
-Marguerite Yourcenar, Mémoires d'Hadrien (1951)
-Michel Butor, La Modification (1957)
-Marguerite Duras, Le ravissement de Lol V. Stein (1964)
-Michel Tournier, Le Roi des aulnes (1970), Le coq de la bruyère (1978)
Spanish:
-Miguel de Cervantes, El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quijote de La Mancha, 1: 1605; 2: 1615
-Leopoldo Alas 'Clarín', La Regenta, 1885
-Benito Pérez Galdós, Fortunata y Jacinta, 1886
-Rubén Darío, La isla de oro, 1913
-Miguel de Unamuno, Niebla, 1914
-Gabriela Mistral, Sonetos de la muerte, 1914
-Mariano Azuela, Los de abajo, 1915
-Juan Ramón Jiménez, Diario de un poeta recién casado (1916)
-Horacio Quiroga, Cuentos de la selva, (1919) Los desterrados (1934)
-José Eustasio Rivera, La vorágine, 1924
-Pablo Neruda, Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, (1924) Residencia en la tierra, 1935
-Federico García Lorca, Canciones, (1927) Bodas de sangre, (1932), Yerma (1934)
-Rómulo Gallegos, Doña Bárbara (1929)
-Roberto Arlt, Los siete locos, (1929)
-Jorge Luis Borges, Ficciones, (1944), El Aleph, (1949)
-Ramón J. Sender, Requiem por un campesino español, (1960)
-Mario Vargas Llosa, La ciudad y los perros, (1963), Conversación en la catedral, (1969)
-Gabriel García Márquez, Cien años de soledad, (1967), El otoño del patriarca, (1975)
-Carlos Fuentes, Cambio de piel, (1967), Los años con Laura Díaz, (1999)
-Alejo Carpentier, El reino de este mundo, (1974
-Isabel Allende, La casa de los espíritus, (1982)
-Javier Cercas, Soldados de Salamina, (2001)
You know what I'll be doing this year.
French:
-Béroul, Le roman de Tristan, 1170
-Chrétien de Troyes, Romans de la Table Ronde, 1170-1190 (Erec et Enide; Cligès; Lancelot ou le Chevalier de la Charrette; Yvain ou le Chevalier au Lion; Perceval ou le Conte du Graal)
-Marie de France, Lais, 1160-1175
-Guillaume de Lorris, Roman de la Rose, 1275
-François Rabelais, Pantagruel (1532), Gargantua (1534)
-Pierre de Ronsard, Amours (1556)
-Molière, Tartuffe (1664), L'école des femmes (1662), L'avare (1668)
-Jean Racine, Andromaque (1667), Britannicus (1669)
-Madamme de Lafayette, La Princesse de Clèves (1689)
-Charles Perrault, Contes de ma mère Loye (1697)
-Montesquieu, Les lettres persanes (1721)
-l'abbé Prévost, Manon Lescaut (1753)
-Voltaire, Candide ou l'Optimisme (1759)
-Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Julie ou la nouvelle Héloïse (1761)
-Choderlos de Laclos, Les liaisons dangereuses (1782)
-François-René de Chateaubriand, Atala (1801), René (1802)
-Alphonse de Lamartine, Méditations poétiques (1820)
-Stendhal, Le rouge et le noir (1830), La chartreuse de Parme (1839)
-George Sand, Indiana (1832)
-Alexandre Dumas, Le comte de Monte-Cristo (1845), Le chevalier de Maison-Rouge (1845)
-Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal (1857)
-Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (1857)
-Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris (1831), Les Misérables (1862)
-Emile Zola, Thérèse Raquin (1867), L'Assommoir (1878)
-Arthur Rimbaud, Une saison en enfer (1873)
-Jules Verne, Vingt-mille lieues sous les mers (1869), Michel Strogoff (1874)
-Marcel Proust, Du côté de chez Swann (1913)
-Jean-Paul Sartre, La Nausée (1938), Les Mouches (1943)
-Albert Camus, L'étranger (1942)
-Simone de Beauvoir, Le sang des autres (1945), Une mort très douce (1964)
-Marguerite Yourcenar, Mémoires d'Hadrien (1951)
-Michel Butor, La Modification (1957)
-Marguerite Duras, Le ravissement de Lol V. Stein (1964)
-Michel Tournier, Le Roi des aulnes (1970), Le coq de la bruyère (1978)
Spanish:
-Miguel de Cervantes, El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quijote de La Mancha, 1: 1605; 2: 1615
-Leopoldo Alas 'Clarín', La Regenta, 1885
-Benito Pérez Galdós, Fortunata y Jacinta, 1886
-Rubén Darío, La isla de oro, 1913
-Miguel de Unamuno, Niebla, 1914
-Gabriela Mistral, Sonetos de la muerte, 1914
-Mariano Azuela, Los de abajo, 1915
-Juan Ramón Jiménez, Diario de un poeta recién casado (1916)
-Horacio Quiroga, Cuentos de la selva, (1919) Los desterrados (1934)
-José Eustasio Rivera, La vorágine, 1924
-Pablo Neruda, Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, (1924) Residencia en la tierra, 1935
-Federico García Lorca, Canciones, (1927) Bodas de sangre, (1932), Yerma (1934)
-Rómulo Gallegos, Doña Bárbara (1929)
-Roberto Arlt, Los siete locos, (1929)
-Jorge Luis Borges, Ficciones, (1944), El Aleph, (1949)
-Ramón J. Sender, Requiem por un campesino español, (1960)
-Mario Vargas Llosa, La ciudad y los perros, (1963), Conversación en la catedral, (1969)
-Gabriel García Márquez, Cien años de soledad, (1967), El otoño del patriarca, (1975)
-Carlos Fuentes, Cambio de piel, (1967), Los años con Laura Díaz, (1999)
-Alejo Carpentier, El reino de este mundo, (1974
-Isabel Allende, La casa de los espíritus, (1982)
-Javier Cercas, Soldados de Salamina, (2001)
You know what I'll be doing this year.
Update
The brighter half of visitors may have noticed that one of my blogs has been deleted. Soon enough another blog will be removed too, but before I do so I'll add data that I insist on sharing with planet earth to this here blog.
Now I only have to wait for the idiot who against my will made this blog accesable via planet Ugent to apologise, and I'll be 100% happy again.
Now I only have to wait for the idiot who against my will made this blog accesable via planet Ugent to apologise, and I'll be 100% happy again.
Thursday, November 9
100 questions for my date
- Favourite Nick Cave song
- Favourite colour
- Favourite wine
- Cinéma or home cinéma
- Jeans plus black turtleneck or shorts and sweater
- Favourite thing about the opposite sex
- Favourite thing about himself
- Did he cry when bambi's mother died
- Top three of holidays
- Favourite actor/actress
- and why
- Does he wear white socks in black shoes
- Swimming indoors or in the sea
- Kinky preferences
- Does he believe in dragons
- Newspaper or book
- Football or fast cars
- Does he want chidren
- if yes,name he'd give his son
- name he'd give his daughter
- sun, sea, sand or a tour of europe's capitals
- What music does he listen to when he is sad
- Is he a good cook
- Does he mind that I polish my nails
- Does he believe in Love at first sight
- Pet peeve
- Philosophy or history
- Tom Marvolo Riddle or Voldemort
- Is he in love with me
- Warm but rainy days or cold and dry days
- Favourite boardgame
- Can he teach me ballroomdancing
- Does he hate anyone
- if yes, who
- Does he ever listen to country
- Where would he want to live
- Favourite way of long distance transportation
- What would be the first thing he'd buy should he win the lottery
- Is he truly a gentleman or only on the surface
- Would he pay the bill
- or realise I'm emancipated enough to insist on splitting it
- political colour
- second favourite animal
- top ten of most visited webpages
- favourite contemporary author
- and why
- favourite lipbalm flavour
- warmer winters or cooler summers
- favourite sport to do
- and why
- favourite sport to watch
- and why
- scrambled eggs or sunny side op
- favourite cocktailingredient
- cutest way of saying 'I love you'
- favourite chocolate treat
- elpee or iPod
- favourite word in another language
- the Beatles or the Rolling Stones
- least favourite soup
- food allergies
- favourite theme park
- Hello Kitty or Pucca
- thing he likes most about me
- favourite coffee
- favourite tea
- favourite version of "wicked game"
- silk or lace
- favourite jeans
- favourite holiday destination
- South Africa or South America
- French or Italian
- sideburns or beard
- would he propose
- if yes, how
- public library or private library
- does he thinks I spend too much money on books
- who inspires him
- favourite subject in high school
- fluffy kittens or allergy proof pets
- will he be a positive influence
- short skirt or hotpants
- would he dye his hair
- if yes, what colour
- who is his ideal woman
- what is the funniest joke he knows
- favourite film quote
- favourite sauce to eat with chips
- favourite colour socks
- can he knit
- if no, would he want to learn
- Stalin or Lenin
- why
- hunger or cold
- favourite scented candle
- favourite card
- favourite anti-flu medicin
- does he sleep with a teddy
- if yes, what's it's name
- boat or train
- kiss or hug
More Happy Thoughts
- Renewed Internet access
- Couscous for lunch
- No more need for love advice
- Concert tickets
- Pink nail polish
- A sweet text message
- Jeff Buckley on the radio
- Chocolate covered cinnamon cookies
- A free copy of 'A drink before the war'
Alan Rickman
It would seems I have a thing for men that are actually not very handsome but hide it so very well. Can't help loving a man with a sexy voice, can we?
Monday, November 6
Girls 7-0 Boys
I doubt very much that there is anyone who knows what the score is about, and if you don't know, don't ask for I'd rather not tell. It's sad, very sad. Nearly pathetic. I'd not have anyone say it, but I can tell you myself: it is sad.
And still you wonder how I am confused, frustrated, absentminded, confused again, and (a little) strange.
Edit: The lovecoach hath spoken. And she says I should be flattered. Men are wushies anyway. Well who am I to disagree?
And still you wonder how I am confused, frustrated, absentminded, confused again, and (a little) strange.
Edit: The lovecoach hath spoken. And she says I should be flattered. Men are wushies anyway. Well who am I to disagree?
Saturday, November 4
James Nesbitt
It was rather time for another picture of a not unhandsome man. And then why not a fine actor with comic talent and a very very very very sexy voice?
Friday, November 3
Frappr
I just can't seem to help it. I keep on adding stuff to this blog without knowing how it all works or what is does. For the few of you who give a damn, the latest addition is Frappr. Which is a map keeping track of people who uhm well I guess people who have a frappr account and add themselves to my friends list. Feel free to join, which is of course no obligation.
Edit: Apparently some people get added to the map just like that and there are others of whom I have to approve first. Two people were on the approval list, one of which has been approved of (one would hardly expect me to deject my brother). The other person shall first have to give the meerest tiniest twidgiest hint of his or her identity before (s)he too shall be approved of. With utmost apologies should it concern a loved one.
Edit#2: I signed up for a frappr-account with a non-existant e-mail address, which would be despicable had I done so on purpose, no need to burn candles for my haunted soul however as it but concerned a typo. A typo that did cause me to delete my frappr -account and sign up with a proper e-mail address for a new one. All those that wanted to get added to the map shall have to apply again. For the inconvenience this causes you are free to look sternly upon me next we meet, but I would have you fight the urge to hit/beat/bite/whip me, lest of course the above would happen in a gentle manner.
Edit: Apparently some people get added to the map just like that and there are others of whom I have to approve first. Two people were on the approval list, one of which has been approved of (one would hardly expect me to deject my brother). The other person shall first have to give the meerest tiniest twidgiest hint of his or her identity before (s)he too shall be approved of. With utmost apologies should it concern a loved one.
Edit#2: I signed up for a frappr-account with a non-existant e-mail address, which would be despicable had I done so on purpose, no need to burn candles for my haunted soul however as it but concerned a typo. A typo that did cause me to delete my frappr -account and sign up with a proper e-mail address for a new one. All those that wanted to get added to the map shall have to apply again. For the inconvenience this causes you are free to look sternly upon me next we meet, but I would have you fight the urge to hit/beat/bite/whip me, lest of course the above would happen in a gentle manner.
Thursday, November 2
Thud! and it's author
Thud! is dead! Long live it's author: Terry Pratchett! I have read all 30 disc world novels now, all of which I have read at lightning speed. Without exception they are all extremely readable, funny, intelligent and -pardon my Klatchian-bloody brilliant. Just so the few people who drop by that are not acquainted with my favourite author but two. On the left that left there is a picture or a picture of a lookalike, who'll say?
three journals
I attended a jasmine ethereal oil aromatic therapy gathering (for lack of better words) yesterday. It was fun. It was even interesting. And the best part is the experiment is continued for a week in the privacy of our homes! All people present were given a very thin stack of papers, neatly stapled together henceforth called 'the Diary' and a minute bottle with one or two drops of jasmine essence. All readers know me to well to even have the twidgiest bit of doubt that I enjoy this very much. A regular diary and a chocolate diary (for the benefit of the chocolate coach as an instrument to keep my cacao consuming under control) could never be enough to satisfy a writing maniac as my self.
Monday, October 30
Thud !
Today, in between hopping from one student administration office to another,I stopped by a little english bookshop where I ordered my copy of the latest discworld novel, to collect aforedescribed book. Though I have it in my possesion for no more then 3 hours of course I've started reading it already, since it's not even 500 pages long I expect to finnish it off within this week. I'll keep thee posted on how I like it.
*just realised this is my first post that has a book theme. Shame on me.
*just realised this is my first post that has a book theme. Shame on me.
Friday, October 27
Anniversary
It's been one year today since I first saw my longtime (pen-)friend Flippr (no that's not her real name and no that's not a typo either) And I can honestly say my life hasn't been the same since I met her. It is a sad fact that she is a woman, a mother and married, for had she been none of the above I think I might have fallen head over heels in love.
And in a non-romantic way I have fallen head over heels in love. As soon as the typing ends, I'll be writing a proper letter. She more then deserves it.
And in a non-romantic way I have fallen head over heels in love. As soon as the typing ends, I'll be writing a proper letter. She more then deserves it.
Highschool Reunion
The official Reunion is next year, it being then five years since we graduated. The unofficial reunion consists of us meeting every year at our high school's annual spaghetti dinner for friends and family so as to raise funds for the last graders' trip. Anyway there I was. Surrounded again by the very people that made my life as a teenager somewhat easier to bear then had I had to do it all by myself. The skinny boys have grown into not unhandsome youngmen, the girls have jobs, husbands, children and plans for the future, I alone seem unchanged.
Five years after the lines of our life untangled, everybody still agrees on one thing; that I am weird and that they knew I was strange from the first week we knew each other. So this is how they remember me? Joy.
Five years after the lines of our life untangled, everybody still agrees on one thing; that I am weird and that they knew I was strange from the first week we knew each other. So this is how they remember me? Joy.
Tuesday, October 24
Compulsive Blogging - Part two
Some of you think ill enough of me to openly admit they have been expecting this post. And here it is; a blog of quotes. Feel free to comment on my newest addiction. I'll love you nothing less for you critical observations.
Happy Thoughts
My supreme dark overlord has a birthday.
And I was the first to congratulate her.
And she likes the presents I gave her.
And my dearest friend across and in the ocean mailed me today with the promise of a letter soon.
And it's raining.
What more could I want to be happy today?
Maybe breakfast would be nice but I'm not feeling very hungry yet, let's see if an introduction to Eastern Asian Literature can do something about that.
And I was the first to congratulate her.
And she likes the presents I gave her.
And my dearest friend across and in the ocean mailed me today with the promise of a letter soon.
And it's raining.
What more could I want to be happy today?
Maybe breakfast would be nice but I'm not feeling very hungry yet, let's see if an introduction to Eastern Asian Literature can do something about that.
Friday, October 20
MHM - the story continued
MHM. It's not where I am. But considering the logic of falling in and out of love, I think it's where I should be.
Thank heaven so very much for having had the courage to ask ( innocent and objective passers by might want to use the word 'beg') before the damage was done. And now draw your own conclusions. I still don't know the exact word for what I feel and being always and very much in love with words the thought is somewhat distressing however the information from the primary source that it will never be is reassuring.
Yes.
Reassuring.
I might still fall in love, but I will have only myself to blame, and it comforts me somewhat that I will not have to hate one of the few people in my recently acquired and rapidly expanding circle of friends and acquaintances that I have always liked and even admired.
Thank heaven so very much for having had the courage to ask ( innocent and objective passers by might want to use the word 'beg') before the damage was done. And now draw your own conclusions. I still don't know the exact word for what I feel and being always and very much in love with words the thought is somewhat distressing however the information from the primary source that it will never be is reassuring.
Yes.
Reassuring.
I might still fall in love, but I will have only myself to blame, and it comforts me somewhat that I will not have to hate one of the few people in my recently acquired and rapidly expanding circle of friends and acquaintances that I have always liked and even admired.
The Devil Wears Prada
I usually wear a mix of what Ive found on sales in reasonably prised fashion chains and secondhand shops, mommy made sweaters, self knitted scarfs, shirts and vests my dad has grown too big for and whatever my younger sister doesn't feel like wearing anymore.That's not the point however.
I went to see the movie "The Devil wears Prada",not a must-see but enjoyable entertainment nonetheless. This is still not the point however. In the walking towards the cinema complex where we watched above mentioned film, I've had a conversation with my much adored evil overlord (better known in my family circle as the princess). In the walk home after the film and party we went to afterwards and stayed at just long enough for me to have quick chats with 3 or4 people I expected to and was very pleased to meet, we were once again talking ( women, go figure). And from these conversations I remember these quotes;
I went to see the movie "The Devil wears Prada",not a must-see but enjoyable entertainment nonetheless. This is still not the point however. In the walking towards the cinema complex where we watched above mentioned film, I've had a conversation with my much adored evil overlord (better known in my family circle as the princess). In the walk home after the film and party we went to afterwards and stayed at just long enough for me to have quick chats with 3 or4 people I expected to and was very pleased to meet, we were once again talking ( women, go figure). And from these conversations I remember these quotes;
- "I'm the pipi-monster"
- "I think it's a good idea to have purely physical relationships with boys" (That I can agree with)
Tuesday, October 17
Compulsive Blogging
I've started a new blog. Another one. Yes! Another one. Easily accesable via my profile page or the link on the other left. Or maybe here if I knew how to make links appear in my text. Where are the know-it-alls when you need them?
Ah well. The new blog is all about blogthings so that the serious and comic entries of daily wonderings on life need no longer be interrupted by discolourful and very untrue analysises of my personality and intelligence.
Ah well. The new blog is all about blogthings so that the serious and comic entries of daily wonderings on life need no longer be interrupted by discolourful and very untrue analysises of my personality and intelligence.
Saturday, October 14
Addition
I've been adding some new links, without asking permission. Which only goes to show that I really am evil. Or at least not as kind and sweet and pink as everybody thinks I am. Anyway should any of the people to whom I've linked object to being linked to; a comment, a mail or a bruceboard notice with your written down rage will suffice to have the link concerned removed.
The New Bruceboard
Due to unfortunate circumstances I had to remove the old Bruceboard, considering it's popularity and the fact that it took me but a day to find a replacement I guess nobody missed it let alone minded I removed it.
Anyway there's a new bruceboard on the left the other left, feel free to comment.
Anyway there's a new bruceboard on the left the other left, feel free to comment.
Wednesday, October 11
I'm a survivor
I am a survivor. Though I do not entirely feel like it. I did live through the first period of 24 nonchocolatic hours since I started eating the dark Belgian gold agian. But plan MHM has miserably failed. I can't hate every single man. Let alone hate him that I am unsure about. I merely want to be loved.
Merely.
As if to love was nothing. And asking as much, without knowing for sure that I'll ever love him (back).
Merely.
As if to love was nothing. And asking as much, without knowing for sure that I'll ever love him (back).
Tuesday, October 10
MHM
That's where I am. In Man-Hating-Modus.
Having heard what (s)he told me, has helped a great deal to understand. But it makes saying what I wanted to say so much harder.
I am resolved not to treat him any different then any other men I know and to make the task I set myself somewhat easier I'm going to hate every men I come accross.
If I wasn't a coward I would just tell him that I don't know what I feel but that I do feel for him. Now, I cannot. Do hate me. I like nothing more then reasons to pin needles in my skin.
Having heard what (s)he told me, has helped a great deal to understand. But it makes saying what I wanted to say so much harder.
I am resolved not to treat him any different then any other men I know and to make the task I set myself somewhat easier I'm going to hate every men I come accross.
If I wasn't a coward I would just tell him that I don't know what I feel but that I do feel for him. Now, I cannot. Do hate me. I like nothing more then reasons to pin needles in my skin.
A day without chocolate
You'd think it was nothing after over a year without chocolate, but it isn't. I was depressed the moment my chocolate coach pronounced the verdict. I 'll let you know tomorrow if I survived.
Friday, October 6
Goodbye
One does never simply say goodbye. Not to life, or love or a dear friend. I feel stupid writing: 'you'll be missed' 'we loved you' or 'you'll live forever in our hearts' when I never knew the person and still it nags me. Young men should not just go. Young people should have dreams, a life , a future. Some things just should not be.
A partial undetailed chaotic and nearly true account of certain events.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl M, when she was 18 she went to university and some years later she fell in love. And with the realisation of her affection came the realisation that the feelings would never be returned, thus she learned how to or at least tried to be just a friend.
Alas my account is not a simple fairytale, there was also the other boy of whom some thought he liked her beyond liking, which she scarcely believed though she would not have minded, days went past and she grew to like him more then a friend, less then a lover, only to realise once again too late that the feeling was by no means mutual.
There you go; it's over. Not what I feel. Not the doubt about what I feel but the doubt over what he might feel for me. Whereas I usually realise it's not going to be anything within seconds of realising I'm in love, I've realised he might have been the one some three hours after learning he wasn't and thus probably never will be interested in me.
The 2006-2007 season promises to be a good one for cultivating grief and I could not be more happy for it, I've missed the Weltschmerzen in my life these past few months in which I was silly enough to hope.
Alas my account is not a simple fairytale, there was also the other boy of whom some thought he liked her beyond liking, which she scarcely believed though she would not have minded, days went past and she grew to like him more then a friend, less then a lover, only to realise once again too late that the feeling was by no means mutual.
There you go; it's over. Not what I feel. Not the doubt about what I feel but the doubt over what he might feel for me. Whereas I usually realise it's not going to be anything within seconds of realising I'm in love, I've realised he might have been the one some three hours after learning he wasn't and thus probably never will be interested in me.
The 2006-2007 season promises to be a good one for cultivating grief and I could not be more happy for it, I've missed the Weltschmerzen in my life these past few months in which I was silly enough to hope.
Monday, October 2
Kiss in style
| You're a Romantic Kisser |
 For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet |
Nunc est Chocolatum
After 404 consecutive days of non-chocolate consumerism, today is the days I will spoil myself sick on Belgium's pride. Enough of bad moods caused by love sickness and confusion, away with suicidal thoughts and self mutilation, goodbye to lonely nights and cold showers, no more need for anti-testosteron potions. Now there is chocolate cure me.Please do not spoil my mood by pointing out that simply eating dark sugary stuff will not make me any less confused and that the person concerned will not love me any less(if he loves me at all, which I still refuse to accept as a truth, no matter what the princess might say) because I have found a sex substitute.
Tuesday, September 26
Takeshi Kaneshiro
In absence of certainty about my own feelings, and the feelings of whom I am unsure about ( and do tell me if this is getting too complicated), another picture of one very handsome youngman. Too damn hot.
Muppet Profile
| You Are Kermit |
 Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know. You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems. Don't worry - everyone know's it's not easy being green. Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies! |
Sunday, September 24
They' ve come
The four companions of my lonely winter nights, the pets that will cheer my heart and soul, the constant visitors in this very humble abode, the constructors of well-balanced 'qi', the benefactors of my tempested and wrecked mind, the subjects of my compassion and goodness. They that eat from my hands and from the green water plants that liven up the aquarium that is their specific territory. They've come. The decision was made when the summer was in full bloom and now that it is marching solemnly to it's deathbed the plan is put into action. Natanaël, Simon, Thomas and Simon Petrus are now living with me. I love them very very much already, so I can only hope they will enjoy themselves.
Wednesday, September 20
... and I'm back (with pictures)
Three sights from where I was to celebrate my birthday, added somewhate later then I planned, but well... Enjoy and envy moi a little.
... and I'm back
Contrary to expectation neither I or Shirahime felt the undeniable urge to strangle the other. A lack of violence and dark needs that can only be explained, taking into consideration the S*****-hunt battle cry destress method.
Some thanks go to the people that texted me their birthday wishes and everybody that didn't show up, I've never before been able to eat 5 slices of the same rhubarbpie.
important additions to our vocabulary:
Some thanks go to the people that texted me their birthday wishes and everybody that didn't show up, I've never before been able to eat 5 slices of the same rhubarbpie.
important additions to our vocabulary:
- mushi
- mini-mushi
- maxi-mushi
- capital, capital
- the new S-word
- rets reraxu
- (on the quest for a birthday gift for myself, having just carefully selected Twistable Crayons and miniature sized highlighters as possible happy thought generators, looking for a colourbook and it being suggested I choose I colourbook with colourexamples): "I'm not a little kid anymore! "
- "You just stuck your hand in a cow."
- "This is all extremely vexing. I'm quite put out."
Saturday, September 16
I'm off
This same day I leave on a trip. The outside world may want to call me on my mobile but don't count on me answering it. Hehe.
For four days I will be completely and utterly myself, refusing to do any such activities that are want to make me grow bored or in an unpleasant mood. I am resolved to do nothing, and I do mean nothing, not anything against my quietseeking mind. You have been warned, bring presents and cookies if you plan to disturb me. (Except if you are one of those that I have invited to come and celebrate my birthday or if you are Moritz Bleibtreu who can disturb me anytime.)
Adios
For four days I will be completely and utterly myself, refusing to do any such activities that are want to make me grow bored or in an unpleasant mood. I am resolved to do nothing, and I do mean nothing, not anything against my quietseeking mind. You have been warned, bring presents and cookies if you plan to disturb me. (Except if you are one of those that I have invited to come and celebrate my birthday or if you are Moritz Bleibtreu who can disturb me anytime.)
Adios
Virtual Zoo - Update #2
I can't resist. I've adopted another pet. Too cute really. And you can also see here a picture of Shirahime's fluffy rabbit; Osagi.
Wednesday, September 13
Blogger Beta- part 2
How is it that people with a blogger account can comment on a blogger beta blog, but vice versa is as yet impossible? It's just not fair. *weeps silently*
A hundred
This is the hundredth post, though it may not remain so; I tend to delete posts a lot. For now however remember that it was terribly hot today. Too hot for a second week of September in a moderate climate country know for it's summer rains. Remember too that I borrowed my World Cuisine personal coach's oven to make bread pizza. I will certainly remeber that her significant other stole 1 and a half piece out of the four that I had. Prooves however that my mom knows how to make pizza sauce. And the stealing was more then compensated by the pleasant company and the further borrowing of plates, knives and brown sugar. Remember you don't need all you dream off to feel good. And rejoice for this is the hunderdth post. Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice.
Virtual Zoo - Update #1
Upon discovering that my brother is fond of turtles, the temptation was just too big not to adopt one. The trouble is; I actually already had a pet baptised with him in mind. So I've named the turtle after another of my siblings and it isn't very hard to find out which one.
And may I recommend the sadistically inclined toward zooming and buzzing insectoids, the 'more' button under Anna Rachna. I could watch flies get eaten for hours.
And may I recommend the sadistically inclined toward zooming and buzzing insectoids, the 'more' button under Anna Rachna. I could watch flies get eaten for hours.
Monday, September 11
Flickr
Another addition on the right (also know as the other left) side. There's not that many pictures yet but I'll get to it. Someday.
Sunday, September 10
Virtual Zoo
Yes, I have been messing with my template again. Yes there is now a large collection of virtual pets to fool around with on the left side (the other left). Please do not assume I have been adopting one pet after another, merely to amuse myself for an instant or two. Whenever I visit a blog or website where there is a virtual pet to liven up the space, I get jalous and adopt one too, but until now I didn't know how to bring my pets 'home', and now I know. Just when I had adopted a pencil and a kitten I found out I actually already had a pinguin, a wolf, a tiger, a dog, a fish and a spider. I hope they like each other.
Extra info; three of my pets are named after people close to me. Should you have reason to suspect in me a fondness for yourself; guess away!
Edit; couldn't help myself. I've adopted another pencil. And I've renamed my other pencil after a favourite actor of mine.
Extra info; three of my pets are named after people close to me. Should you have reason to suspect in me a fondness for yourself; guess away!
Edit; couldn't help myself. I've adopted another pencil. And I've renamed my other pencil after a favourite actor of mine.
Passiontype
| Your Passion is Green |
 |
What Color Is Your Passion?
And once again there is no one I can ask for a second opinion. Bah.
Good times with Weapons
My shiny battle armour; won from a merciless and greedy merchant, while on a quest in a neighbouring province. And the battle cry is: Hakucha!
Saturday, September 9
First Birthdaycard
Exactly like last year, somebody thought of my birthday early. In fact it was the very same person. Now however I got the card and I'm being made to wait for the present. Thank Heaven for people who do not realise waiting for presents is not half as agonising as waiting for something to read.
Because I wouldn't want any of you to miss a thing, here it goes:
M!
A little early, but still " Happy Birthday" "Congratulations" "Otanjôbi Omedetô" and "Ching Chang Chong" ( = Standard non-Chinese speaker Chinese for "Happy Birthday") Ah very true, constantly I have to endure that, I wonder how many of the jesters actually think it's funny.
Time to praise your noble character! You're sweet- but a little daring. You've got sexy legs Rest assured that I'll ask a second opinion, the question is who am I going to ask? People can't even make up their mind about my hair. and undoubtedly you have the most bizarre hobbies in all of West Flanders! If that isn't quite something! Dear M, I wish you this year as much fun as last year, just go for it! ( But when are we going to see the handsome boyfriend?) Who have you been talking to? it's not entirely in my hands you know, whatever else my lovecoach may say.
Present is yet to come!
Welmeant wishes, your dear friend, Benny.
Because I wouldn't want any of you to miss a thing, here it goes:
M!
A little early, but still " Happy Birthday" "Congratulations" "Otanjôbi Omedetô" and "Ching Chang Chong" ( = Standard non-Chinese speaker Chinese for "Happy Birthday") Ah very true, constantly I have to endure that, I wonder how many of the jesters actually think it's funny.
Time to praise your noble character! You're sweet- but a little daring. You've got sexy legs Rest assured that I'll ask a second opinion, the question is who am I going to ask? People can't even make up their mind about my hair. and undoubtedly you have the most bizarre hobbies in all of West Flanders! If that isn't quite something! Dear M, I wish you this year as much fun as last year, just go for it! ( But when are we going to see the handsome boyfriend?) Who have you been talking to? it's not entirely in my hands you know, whatever else my lovecoach may say.
Present is yet to come!
Welmeant wishes, your dear friend, Benny.
Friday, September 8
I wish I had a digital camera
A very material wish, for someone trying to convince the world that material possesions are of no value if there is no substantial emotional or biological need for the objects that are under discussion. And yet I wish I had a digital camera, I'd have taken a picture of the moon last night and posted it here, so everyone could see it. It was beautiful. In fact it was amazing. But you'll never see it like I did, which is a pity.
Even if you've seen a full moon through indigo clouds before, even if it rose above a city you like, even when you watched that moon hoping somewhere near or far a significant other is watching too, you won't have seen this moon, not with my eyes.
Yes I do wish I had a digital camera.
Even if you've seen a full moon through indigo clouds before, even if it rose above a city you like, even when you watched that moon hoping somewhere near or far a significant other is watching too, you won't have seen this moon, not with my eyes.
Yes I do wish I had a digital camera.
So many down...
... only one more to go. And though it is nearly certain that I will fail this one as I failed all the others (except one) , there is joy within me. The occasional glimpse of sunshine through the clouds that are so beautifully threathingly white/ grey/ black/ darkblue and purple? The prospect of seeing friends tonight? The sight of my room in desperate need of a pre-autumn cleaning? The icecream I ate instead of lunch?
Each explanation is just as likely.
Each explanation is just as likely.
Wednesday, September 6
It's Happy Bunny
Can't help it, but me and Happy Bunny was love at first sight. Who taught me the words' love sucks' do you think?
Monday, September 4
A Comment
I like my blog, I like blogging and I like reading other people's blog. Sometimes I enjoy reading them so much that I actually link to their blog. And sometimes I'm even kind enough to ask permission to add a link. With much pride I announce the newest addition to the 'other blogs I read and write'- section on the side: What's Up.
The person concerned was kind enough to check out my blog too and even willing to leave a comment, Blogger gave an error but the kindness of stranger is often limitless and he mailed me the comment. And here it goes for all you:
The person concerned was kind enough to check out my blog too and even willing to leave a comment, Blogger gave an error but the kindness of stranger is often limitless and he mailed me the comment. And here it goes for all you:
I don't think love sucks. It's just like life: full of ups and downs. The Downs
cme when we least expect them but the experience of going through them makes us
stronger for the next one. And when the Ups come, mainly unexpected, that's when
we feel the awe!...
KW
Sunday, September 3
Still silence
So what. I lied. There are words. But they mean nothing to anyone but me. So why should you care? And even if I wrote them down, how would you understand?
And so the silence continues.
And so the silence continues.
Thursday, August 31
The Verdict
After someone said that I was pretty with my hair untamed, I did a little survey. The verdict: the majority opts for loose hair, though some suggest to have it cut a twinge shorter. The majority in this case consisting of 4 girls. The three boys after whose opinion I enquired were unanimous in their verdict: "I don't know."
Is it so difficult to form an opinion about somebody's hair, or is it simply because they don't care? Who knows.
Is it so difficult to form an opinion about somebody's hair, or is it simply because they don't care? Who knows.
Tuesday, August 29
Personal Coaches: addition # 2
Name: Sophie Vanonckelen
Post: Big Sister/ Thesis
Function; Continuous meddling in my live expecially those areas that might be considered none of her business / supervise my paper writing skill
Nickname: sister or most sacred and holy wisdom, whatever might best suit context
Post: Big Sister/ Thesis
Function; Continuous meddling in my live expecially those areas that might be considered none of her business / supervise my paper writing skill
Nickname: sister or most sacred and holy wisdom, whatever might best suit context
Monday, August 28
It's only words...
... but words are all I have, to take your heart away.
That is always how I considered myself to be. Words are all I have. They are my envoys, my messengers, the speakers of my love and hate, the stone and brick walls that shield me, the house that shelters me, the hands I caress and hurt with. If not spoken, then written, if not written; thought. And now I don't even have words. It's only lies.
Exaggeration? Possibly. I simply mean I haven't yet found words that speak true about him and so there must be silence.
That is always how I considered myself to be. Words are all I have. They are my envoys, my messengers, the speakers of my love and hate, the stone and brick walls that shield me, the house that shelters me, the hands I caress and hurt with. If not spoken, then written, if not written; thought. And now I don't even have words. It's only lies.
Exaggeration? Possibly. I simply mean I haven't yet found words that speak true about him and so there must be silence.
Friday, August 25
Happy Family
A happy little family; a friend , her significant other and their son.
Can't image myself with a man plus baby in this stage of life. Can't even imagine myself there, five years from now. In fact me plus man plus child sounds weird anytime. Weird but not unpleasant so maybe someday...should the world depopulace too quickly I might take it upon me to do as mother nature intended. But don't count on it.
Thursday, August 24
Mark Wills
Another celebrity crush of mine. What would life be without one or two handsome men to think of while walking home in the rain.
Wednesday, August 23
The Woediesitge
Or the what-on-earth-did-I-ever-see-in-that-guy-experience*. Happened to me on Monday. As gradually as feelings did grow, so suddenly are they cut short. Quite a contrast to previous infatuations that started off violently and died slowly, causing me all the more pain.
*To the person concerned:I mean no offence, I still love your dimples. All those I know off.
*To the person concerned:I mean no offence, I still love your dimples. All those I know off.
Things one can do without...
... such as a person reciting Baudelaire in a disgusting french plus Flemish accent, not pausing at interpunction but instead adding comments on the previously read in an American highschool soap english, while I try to focus the exam the day after. That I can definitely do without.
Or like the same person demanding the temporary use of Hector to put that music his/her laptop, only to delete half of it before he/she even listened. I do not expect anyone (let alone that I demand it) to like the music I like. But I would not ask someone to borrow music from him/her if I wasn't sure I liked, or expected to like what I might get to hear.
Sure you have the full right not to like Nick Cave, though I consider it a near personal insult that you don't. You may refuse to listen to what I call scandinavirock, though I have friends capable of lynching you should I venture to make such actions publicly known. Skip whatever song you like on the mere assumption that it might be classical or religious or heavy metal or a capella. But removing Elvis Costello and Jeff Buckley from your media library with as sole argument that both artists have a 5 star-rating (and that only by lack of the option 6 stars) in my media library; Blasphemy!
Or like the same person demanding the temporary use of Hector to put that music his/her laptop, only to delete half of it before he/she even listened. I do not expect anyone (let alone that I demand it) to like the music I like. But I would not ask someone to borrow music from him/her if I wasn't sure I liked, or expected to like what I might get to hear.
Sure you have the full right not to like Nick Cave, though I consider it a near personal insult that you don't. You may refuse to listen to what I call scandinavirock, though I have friends capable of lynching you should I venture to make such actions publicly known. Skip whatever song you like on the mere assumption that it might be classical or religious or heavy metal or a capella. But removing Elvis Costello and Jeff Buckley from your media library with as sole argument that both artists have a 5 star-rating (and that only by lack of the option 6 stars) in my media library; Blasphemy!
Tuesday, August 22
Hector
A greedy little monster that digital audio player of mine. Needs a new battery after every two days of service. Had I known I might have opted for a more expensive model with built-in rechargeable battery, now that I have him however, you'll have to steal him from my cold dead hands. Or give me an iPod nano for my birthday (hmm *ponders the above* dad? *puppy eyes*).
Personal Coaches: addition # 1
Ah there you go another one.
Name: Gregory Vanhoutte
Post: Little Brother
Function: add organised chaos to my life to which my female instinct of disinfluence by men will react with order (or so I hope)
Nickname: brother and snotty (when he can't hear me)
Name: Gregory Vanhoutte
Post: Little Brother
Function: add organised chaos to my life to which my female instinct of disinfluence by men will react with order (or so I hope)
Nickname: brother and snotty (when he can't hear me)
Monday, August 21
One down...
... so many more to go, but for now let's remember one down. I've just had an exam, one that I thought would mean the premature end of my academic career. An exam for which my total in hours of study and preparations would not even make up an entire day.
And I passed.
I'm never studying for an exam ever again. Ok, I will. Study. Again. If you'll make me.
Sunday, August 20
Birthday Party
I'm organizing a birthday party. Preparations are made and being made. A location has been found and approved of by the most important guest. Invitations have been send. But I fear I forgot a great many people, so anyone wanting to come over for tea and cake, you are hereby invited.
Saturday, August 19
Beta Blogger
Just in case someone hadn't noticed: I'm using Beta Blogger now. Do comment on my lay-out, it took 7 template changes and one and a half hour of fun in the fonts and colours-section to get it look to like this.
Thursday, August 17
The best of health...
... is not the state and situation of a lot of people I know and care for. Every new day brings to me the news of a new victim with a summer cold. Heads up, take care and get well if you read this guys and girls, it's my birthday in one month plus one day and I want you to be there.
P.S. Considerate as it is to want to get rid of your runny noses and headaches in order to be in tiptop shape next month, it is not necesary to teletransport your bacterias to my bedroom.
Kenneth
Kenneth BranaghOne of my favourite actors ever since I first saw him act. Thou'lt not prove my love wrong, whatever thine argument.
Tuesday, August 15
Birthday wishes
The yearly monthlong torture to write an as long as humanly possible letter in order to wish someone a happy birthday has begon. Knowing that such information will only increase the curiosity of the happy reader I am pleased to announce that this year's edition wil offer some whole new features. Don't tell me I didn't warn you.
Earful of music- episode #2
To the already vast mass of strange rules and regulations in this household, was added this morning: It is not allowed to use digital audio players before noon. God knows why, but mom knows best I guess.
Monday, August 14
Pride and Prejudice
By far my favourite and thus most reread book. Now guess what our family's latest DVD purchase has been and who is going to watch the two disc edition tonight.
Moritz
Moritz Bleibtreu
my celebrity crush for the last few months, and really how could he not be? Simply too cute.
Ludwig
After long years of being a member of a three children, two houses, one car family, my parents have considered it necessary to purchase a secondhand automobile. And now we are the proud owners of one very big bright blue car and one somewhat smaller black vehicle. Being the only non-driver in the family, it was a sad day for me. Sadder still because my motion to name it Ludwig has not been seconded.
Damn it.
Damn it.
Saturday, August 12
Earful of music
I've bought an MP3-player.
It has voice recording.
It also plays wma files.
It has lots of features (such as lyrics display) that I will never learn to use.
It was the cheapest 1Gb model.
Impulsive buy alert triggering feature however was the little compass, now how cold is that?
Update: I've put my first music on the damn thing, can't wait to be in Ghent, where I have my own computer with my own music collection.
Update #2: The damn thing shall henceforth be named 'Hector', fits better then 'Jorge Luis' I think.
It has voice recording.
It also plays wma files.
It has lots of features (such as lyrics display) that I will never learn to use.
It was the cheapest 1Gb model.
Impulsive buy alert triggering feature however was the little compass, now how cold is that?
Update: I've put my first music on the damn thing, can't wait to be in Ghent, where I have my own computer with my own music collection.
Update #2: The damn thing shall henceforth be named 'Hector', fits better then 'Jorge Luis' I think.
Friday, August 11
Anonymous Encounters
"Won't you show me your face at least once, before you go?"
Diana felt the tears appear in her eyes, yet she smiled.
"I think you are enchanted by the mystery of the veil, Edward" she said " I have a very common face."
An excerpt from a book ( it being called a book is grave insult to a real book, but alas I lack the vocabulary to call it it's real name) that is being read in this family, in fact the one book of four that is currently being read in this house that is not and let's hope never will be read by me. Henceforth there will be no more need to envy me for not being the only reader in the family.
Saturday, August 5
White Socks
An uncensored photograph of myself, I who so love my anonimity, stripped to jeans and socks, the result of which can be admired above. Please make note of the pittoresque setting in the country green near my current hide-out.
Friday, August 4
I'm sorry...
... for oh so many things. For words I never meant, for words I meant but never said. For love that I felt and hate. I'm sorry, for letting go, for wanting yet not wanting. I'm sorry for being blind and lacking courage, for expecting to much and giving to little. I'm sorry for being the worst friend I could be. I'm sorry for the trouble I've been and the uncomfortable silence whenever I (if but for two seconds) hold my tongue. I'm sorry. I don't always mean it when I say I love you, but I mean when I'm saying it to you.
Once again a note to everybody and some people more in particular. I hurt you too often knowingly and willingly, being that which I am is never an excuse.
Once again a note to everybody and some people more in particular. I hurt you too often knowingly and willingly, being that which I am is never an excuse.
Saturday, July 29
Happy Birthday
To a very fun personal coach (who has turned 21) and this blog (which is now 1 year old).
Thursday, July 27
The happiest day of 2006...
... should have been today. Today when I should have been holding my godson in my arms. Fate decided otherwise, immoral as I am I have not been mourning today but I've been preparing for a bbq tomorrow. I've got the clothes (selected carefully from my newly improved wardrobe by Beibei), the food ( bought specially for me by daddy), the massage oil and the mood. The best day of 2006: let's make it tomorrow.
Edit: And so it was that July 28 will forever be remembered as the day that brought hope to my heart.
Edit: And so it was that July 28 will forever be remembered as the day that brought hope to my heart.
Wednesday, July 26
Plan D, E and so forth
There is very little left to say, me and somebody are going to have a little chat one of these days and I hope that we'll be cool then. Friends and no more then friends. It'll be though but I'll live ( and get over it as somebody else keeps reminding me).
So one down, one to go and now at least I know how to act. Joy. (Sarcasm? Moi?)
So one down, one to go and now at least I know how to act. Joy. (Sarcasm? Moi?)
Saturday, July 22
Men are blind
Men are blind. This has been my firmest conviction and I have yet to find a woman who disagrees so it must be true. But if they are, then how blind am I? If two eyes can but see this much I might as well stab them out.
National Anthem
O dierbaar België,
o heilig land der Vadren,
onze ziel en ons hart zijn U gewijd.
Aanvaard ons kracht en bloed van ons adren,
wees ons doel in arbeid en in strijd.
Bloei, o land, in eendracht niet te breken;
wees immer U zelf en ongeknecht.
Het woord getrouw dat ge onbevreesd moogt spreken.
Voor Vorst, voor vrijheid en voor recht.
Het woord getrouw dat ge onbevreesd moogt spreken.
Voor Vorst, voor vrijheid en voor recht.
Voor Vorst, voor vrijheid en voor recht.
Voor Vorst, voor vrijheid en voor recht.
Noble Belgique, à jamais terre chérie,
A toi nos coeurs, à toi nos bras.
Par le sang pur répondu pour toi, patrie,
Nous le jurons d'un seul cri: tu vivras.
Tu vivras, toujours grande et belle,
Et ton invincible unité,
Aura pour devise immortelle:
Le Roi, la Loi, La liberté.
Aura pour devise immortelle:
Le Roi, la Loi, La liberté.
Le Roi, la Loi, La liberté.
Le Roi, la Loi, La liberté.
Should have been posted yesterday as it was then our National Holiday.
o heilig land der Vadren,
onze ziel en ons hart zijn U gewijd.
Aanvaard ons kracht en bloed van ons adren,
wees ons doel in arbeid en in strijd.
Bloei, o land, in eendracht niet te breken;
wees immer U zelf en ongeknecht.
Het woord getrouw dat ge onbevreesd moogt spreken.
Voor Vorst, voor vrijheid en voor recht.
Het woord getrouw dat ge onbevreesd moogt spreken.
Voor Vorst, voor vrijheid en voor recht.
Voor Vorst, voor vrijheid en voor recht.
Voor Vorst, voor vrijheid en voor recht.
Noble Belgique, à jamais terre chérie,
A toi nos coeurs, à toi nos bras.
Par le sang pur répondu pour toi, patrie,
Nous le jurons d'un seul cri: tu vivras.
Tu vivras, toujours grande et belle,
Et ton invincible unité,
Aura pour devise immortelle:
Le Roi, la Loi, La liberté.
Aura pour devise immortelle:
Le Roi, la Loi, La liberté.
Le Roi, la Loi, La liberté.
Le Roi, la Loi, La liberté.
Should have been posted yesterday as it was then our National Holiday.
Friday, July 21
Weathertype
| You Are Lightning |
 You are best known for: your power Your dominant state: performing |
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Tuesday, July 18
One Woman Less
My collegue job student, E., apart from me the only woman in our working spot, has given up. Which means I'm alone from now on. Oh how I shall miss her love 'advice', her style, her laughs and her companionship. Like the plague, like cholera, like cancer I shall miss her.
For being the only woman has such advantages, men turn into gentlemen when there is a woman to care for. One get bought drinks and rice cakes and offered health advice. Surely they would never tell the male jobstudent "to be aware of spraying soap on the windows, the fumes eat your lungs away and we would not be the first on that workfloor to die of cancer "( a fact which is positively non-related to smoking 35 cigarettes a day). And once again my breasts get undiverted attention. Joy.
For being the only woman has such advantages, men turn into gentlemen when there is a woman to care for. One get bought drinks and rice cakes and offered health advice. Surely they would never tell the male jobstudent "to be aware of spraying soap on the windows, the fumes eat your lungs away and we would not be the first on that workfloor to die of cancer "( a fact which is positively non-related to smoking 35 cigarettes a day). And once again my breasts get undiverted attention. Joy.
Sunday, July 16
Plan C
There is something I have to confess; somewhere between the plotting and the posting of plan B, there came plan C. Not a worst case scenario, not a plan to make absolutely sure he'd chose me, nothing like it. Quite the contrary. Plan C means taking a step back, finally admit that I am not in love with a man but with two.
In the detailed script of plan C there are notes about making a choice. The mind strongly opposes the man I've been describing to you but the hands that ran down his back would never let him go. And the heart is in doubt between head and hands.
In the detailed script of plan C there are notes about making a choice. The mind strongly opposes the man I've been describing to you but the hands that ran down his back would never let him go. And the heart is in doubt between head and hands.
Reconnected
Though the heart be heavy, there is light in this world; the internet connection at my student's room has been repaired. Joy be me.
Friday, July 14
Plan B
5 consecutive posts not about my lovesickness, people that know me too little might think I'm cured. Rest assured dear reader, I tend to stretch my misery unto extreme limits.
Some time ago I told all of you about plan A and it has worked well so far. Except that the feelings grow stronger and just being his friend might not be good enough for me anymore. Time for plan B; become godesslike and win his heart for me.
Hopeless, but I'm funny that way. Hopeless is exactly how I like it.
Some time ago I told all of you about plan A and it has worked well so far. Except that the feelings grow stronger and just being his friend might not be good enough for me anymore. Time for plan B; become godesslike and win his heart for me.
Hopeless, but I'm funny that way. Hopeless is exactly how I like it.
Lacking Subtility
A note to one person in particular, though I realise it is rather stupid to mention it here and only here; he doens't read this blog.
Giving a girl the poems you wrote during high school, is not a subtle way of telling her how you feel. Telling her how you plan your wedding is even less so.
Thursday, July 13
Little dots of light
I confess. I obsessively classify people into categories. Not simply friends/family/collegues/people I don't like, no not for me. It's People I know/People I know and like/Family I see on a regular basis/ Family I see on a regular basis and still like/ Friends/ Penfriends that write often/ Penfriends that I know well enough to be calling them friends etc. The list is not endless but long enough for me to realise I mustn't bore you by putting it all down.
There is also a subclassification for friends; rays of sunlight, clouds and stars. To some people this may seem to be information best kept for myself, personally I would like at least all people that fit into any of the above categories to know about it. Even if it were only to avoid having to say 'good friend, best friend, better friend', among my friends all are equal, which means I like any of them as much as the next. Then why categorise you might wonder. Simple. Stars are the people that make me happy, simply by being in my neighbourhood, coulds are those people who' ve succeeded in cheering me up though I was a little downor even severely depressed, rays of sunlight are people who've seen and heard me cry, who've seen me at my worst and when they saw me cheered me up with a smile. The little dots of light of my life.
There is also a subclassification for friends; rays of sunlight, clouds and stars. To some people this may seem to be information best kept for myself, personally I would like at least all people that fit into any of the above categories to know about it. Even if it were only to avoid having to say 'good friend, best friend, better friend', among my friends all are equal, which means I like any of them as much as the next. Then why categorise you might wonder. Simple. Stars are the people that make me happy, simply by being in my neighbourhood, coulds are those people who' ve succeeded in cheering me up though I was a little downor even severely depressed, rays of sunlight are people who've seen and heard me cry, who've seen me at my worst and when they saw me cheered me up with a smile. The little dots of light of my life.
Wednesday, July 12
Hallucinations
I have a holiday job. So far no news. The weather is hot. Still nothing new. Put the two together and I start to hallucinate. Everywhere I look I seem to see people that I know, when they are within hearing distance I even shout out their names sometimes only to find out, one embarrassing second later that the person I was shouting to wasn't a former teacher/ friend of a friend/ ex-boyfriend of a girl in the neighbourhood but a total stranger. Well it's got to be the heath ( I am spelling this wrong on purpose, don't ask why, please don't). Or maybe the soapy water they make me spray on windows in order to clean them. Simply the stench of the foul liquid is enough to blow one's mind out, hallucination would be a milder symptom then.
Edit: some examples of people I confuse(d)
random train passenger- a friend's brother
mechanic at my holliday job- our professor Japanese
the son of a holliday job collegue- Moritz Bleibtreu
random train passenger- my sister's boyfriend
train mechanic- assitant teacher Chinese
random pedestrian- my former English teacher
Edit: some examples of people I confuse(d)
random train passenger- a friend's brother
mechanic at my holliday job- our professor Japanese
the son of a holliday job collegue- Moritz Bleibtreu
random train passenger- my sister's boyfriend
train mechanic- assitant teacher Chinese
random pedestrian- my former English teacher
Monday, July 10
Bruce to the rescue
It's often surprising how the little things make us happy. I saved a ladybird today. For some odd reason that made me happy. I don't know why. It took five bloody minute for the damn thing to crawl from the dirty dusty concrete train station stairs on my generously offerded index finger. And as soon I positioned myself vertically, meanig to move the precious bug to greener environments by walking towards a strategically placed pot of miniature jungle, the little bugger thinks it's necessary to fall of my hand on my shoe. Needing to tie my shoelaces anyway I placed my foot on the rim of a gigantic ornametal vase, from the tip of my toes the red and black beatle crept onto a leaf of what I can only describe as a fernlike sort of grass. I hope it likes it there. I really hope it does.
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