The nerd make-over

Nothing I didn't knew actually.

What Be Your Nerd Type? Your Result: Literature Nerd Does sitting by a nice cozy fire, with a cup of hot tea/chocolate, and a book you can read for hours even when your eyes grow red and dry and you look sort of scary sitting there with your insomniac appearance? Then you fit this category perfectly! You love the power of the written word and it's eloquence; and you may like to read/write poetry or novels. You contribute to the smart people of today's society, however you can probably be overly-critical of works. It's okay. I understand.
Social Nerd
Science/Math Nerd
Drama Nerd
Artistic Nerd
Anime Nerd
Gamer/Computer Nerd
Musician
What Be Your Nerd Type? Quizzes for MySpace

Here are the keys

A song, me and my elder sister have in mind a lot these days. I realise very few of my out-landish readers speak let alone understand French, but it's the best I can do at finding a song that describes how I feel. Don't shake your heads and think me weak. I shall be well again, I shall forget, I shall be myself and he shall be nothing, but right now I'm just a little sad. Even when it is best for you, it's not easy saying goodbye to love.

VOICI LES CLÉS
Gérard Lenorman


Voici les clés pour le cas où tu changerais d'avis
A ta santé, à tes amours, à ta folie
Je vais tenir mes rêves au chaud et le champagne au froid
Car je t'aime
Et n'oublie pas les dix-huit mois de Nicolas.
Voici les clés ne les perd pas sur le pont des soupirs
Elles sont en or on ne sait jamais ça peut servir
Ne t'en fais pas j'ai ce qu'il faut on n'est jamais perdant
Quand on aime
J'ai tes bouquins et ton petit chien, eux sont contents
Voici les clés de ton bonheur il n'attend plus que toi
Appelle-moi si par bonheur elles n'ouvraient pas
Na na na...
Tu sais toujours où me trouver moi je ne bouge pas
Moi je t'aime
Et n'oublie pas la communion de Nicolas.

Pas de chance j'allais t'emmener en Italie
En voyage d'amour
Pas de chance moi je t'aime aussi
Et depuis bien plus longtemps que lui

Na na na...
Voici les clés de ton bonheur il n'attend plus que toi
Na na na...
Tu sais toujours où me trouver moi je ne bouge pas
Moi je t'aime
Et n'oublie pas l'anniversaire de Nicolas.

Voici les clés pour le cas où tu changerais d'avis
A ta santé, à tes amours, à ta folie
Na na na...
Je vais tenir mes rêves au chaud et le champagne au froid
Car je t'aime
Et n'oublie pas l'anniversaire de Nicolas
Voici les clés ne les perd pas sur le pont des soupirs
Elles sont en or on ne sait pas ça peut servir
Na na na ...

One week's notice*

Men hate me and mock me. Men take their pregnant women and/or offspring to make walks in the park while the springtime lasts. Men play football in the basement of university buildings, 'accidentally' kick the ball in my direction and don't apologise for seriously bruising my shoulder bag. Men are stupid. And men have ruled my world for too long. Way too long.

Mr. Way-Out-Of-My-League aka Q has (counting from midday today) one week to change his mind. (And we all know he won't.) After that he shall be nothing. For the sake of friends that we hold dear in equal degree I am prepared to enter a state of friendly acquaintanceship and that shall be the end.

* As inspired by my elder sister, formulated by the cooking coach and approved of by the love coach.

Edit: There has been pleading for nuance, so as long as the ultimatum lasts I shall be neutral. Or as neutral as I'm capable of.

Eye Candy (as promised)

He's been put up here before, but when making men the least of my priorities, he'll do.

Eye Candy

A big sister, sunshine and advice what more do you need when coming back among the living? Some eye candy wouldn't go wrong but figure of speechwise you'll have to check the post below for that, though of course you know it's actually the post above.

Not that it is really important, it's just that I'm one step closer to forgetting.

Note to self: check with Isilme if she can cast Forgetting.

Dice

How heavy must a stone weigh for a carrier never to get used to being held back? A little happier I walk this earth, a little straighter, looking up somewhat more often. Though I am not yet myself, all is not dark:

I went shopping today and am now the happy owner of 1d4, 5d6, 1d8, 1d12, 2d10, 1d20 and 1d100. Over two weeks I have been asking advice on what colour, style, weight, size etc I should decide on, even questioning about special selection techniques but in the hour of choice disregarded any tips and simply selected on my gut feeling. The best way I guess.

Who was I kidding?

Of course I'm jealous.

Ad Fundum

The title of this post literally translates ' to the bottom' and is almost exclusively used in the meaning drinking till the bottom of a glass. It suits the title of this post because I am about to tell you of the Cantus I just went to.

The exact amount of beer and water I drank, I consider irrelevant ( and no this doesn't mean I drank a lot more beer then water), the time I arrived, the amount of songs I sang and how badly I sang them is likewise not the topic of my entry. But two things that have not a lot to do with either singing or drinking beer.

When asked that all people in love stand up and sing a stanza, I skipped two heartbeats in deciding whether or not to stand up, and I stood up. True I am less and less under his spell but currently still in love. And yet it didn't feel right. Maybe I really should have a talk with Him.

On a slightly related topic, or more of a quick note to someone in particular; Though the time and place were uncontextual, the compliment is not unfelt. You came very close to making me in love with you all over.

Finding words

Finally, finally the answer has come, 263 days too late, but as I turned on my computer just now, after troublesome weeks of trying to 'accept', the answer bumped into my head. And more then ever I could hate myself.

You said: "It isn't me... ?"

And I said: "No. Not you." But I should have said: "It is you, and also somebody else."

And now there isn't a somebody else any more, but there's still you.

Note to somebody or rather a few somebodies: I'm not going to do anything you might call stupid. I will be well again. I owe it to myself. If I am the only one to see how handsome, cute, intelligent, funny, attractive he is, then he probably isn't all that attractive.

The ides of March

The ides of march have come and also nearly gone. In the few minutes that it lasts I don't plan on going to the Senate so for another year I have avoided being stabbed 44 times. Lucky me. But then again I don't have a son called Brutus so the chances were very small to start with.
I'll be busy the next week or so, don't check back. I'll have plenty to write but no time to write it.

Poor Excuse

I'm sorry I can't attend your fund raising party but I have a dinner date with your ex.

Not only did this count as a valid excuse not to attend bollywood-themed social gathering with the purpose of raising money for a good cause, I even got treated to a damn tasty slightly spicy veggie dish, was dragged to free gig of the obscure but fun nonetheless Dagmara, Rocco & the Love Care and Passion Band and got bought a beer.

I wonder how many of you would get away with it. I bet none, zero per cent, absolutely nobody, which only goes to show that I am truly a superior being.

Little Mermaid?

Upon suggestion by the love coach I looked for a test to check what colour underwear most agrees with me, I found this test on the way and I can live with it.

You Are a Mermaid

You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are. While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need. Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational. You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.

What Mythological Creature Are You?

Some Questions answered

Lists of question just beg to be answered, do send more of these my way.

• What's your all time favourite song? Hard to pick but possibly Bang Bang (my baby shot me down) by Nancy Sinatra
  
• Do you know the lyrics? Yep, by heart
  
• What's your favourite color? Green
  
• Why? Don't really know.
  
• Which memory you would rather not have? First time sex.
  
• Do you love yourself? Not much
  
• Do you think your first name suits you? Of course, I'm named after an evil faerie.
  
• Who's the first person you think of in the morning? Q
  
• Can you describe yourself in three words? Terribly in love.
  
• And in one word? Nope
  

Other Man

Two conclusions I have drawn from the various sources of information and guidance at my disposition- and those include; his attitude towards me, the love coach, my elder sister, the tarot cards, the daily horoscope in my mailbox and my own better judgement- and they be;

1. He neither loves nor hates me but looks upon me as a friend.
2. There is plenty of fish in the sea.

Furthermore I am informed by a self constructed system of reading future/life/fate in bits of coloury paper that there is someone I know who might help me in getting over Mr. Way- Out- Of- My- League. Whenever I put the cards before me (s)he is there, but who is it? Just in case the kind(wo)man comes by; do forgive , I am blind and do bear with me, when not in love I make pleasant enough company (or so those who should know by now tell me).

Malaguena Salerosa

I once posted the lyrics of this song in a topic called " Songs that make me feel good" on the forum of my student's club. Strange how mere months changed me so much that it makes me sad now. But then again what doesn't these days?

The Alternative Route

I had to walk to the 'other' more Northern* train station of Ghent today. As I got there much to my satisfaction a lot faster than I anticipated I decided to take a scenic route home, hoping to find on my way home a Turkish bakery to provide me with both a quick bite and my breakfast for tomorrow. Alas. The proposed scenic route very soon became the alternative route which is in my case only a euphemism for "I got lost but didn't want to admit it".


* more northern than Ghent's principle railway station, which is conveniently much closer for me to walk to.

Azumanga Daioh

From the earliest time that I saw it, I was a fan. After a zero effort of trying to get my very own copy, I spend many a winter evening in front of my LCD screen, in vain trying to learn Japanese from anime quotes and start/ end of episode tunes' lyrics. Life was good. WAS. Untill Microsoft decided to update it's Media Player that now refuses to provide image together with sounds of aforementioned series. Maximushi.

The Free Lands of Scriptores - episode II

I like to keep you up to date so here's some info on my very own country:

The Free Land of Scriptores is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its devotion to social welfare. Its compassionate population of 222 million are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, socially-minded government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Social Welfare, Education, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 61%, and even higher for the wealthy. A large private sector is led by the Uranium Mining industry, followed by Book Publishing and Door-to-door Insurance Sales.

The government helps teach children how to kill a man from six paces, schools have extensive counseling programs for troubled students, children are brainwashed at a young age to accept "Love and peace!" as a way of life, and smoking is banned in public areas. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Scriptores's national animal is the goldfish, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the wooden nickel.

Scriptores is ranked 23rd in the region and 6,862nd in the world for Most Income Equality.

D&D

A little token of my gratitude towards the d&d hosts and the regular crowd for making me feel welcome.

Why does my heart cry?

It's not a question. Not even rhetorical. Just a title for this youtube clip:

Quote #4

Learning by experience often is painful- and the more it hurts, the more you learn.

Ralph Banks

Ailment

Don't bother me. I don't feel like it. You know what ails me and it's nothing. I'll live.

Finding My Mobile Phone

The precious Laura has been retrieved and I am now once again fully equipped to purposely ignore anybody trying to call me. Some guilt lingers towards the few dear and beloved ones that have invited me for dinner and song and tea and cake, while Laura rested on the bedside stand in a room I didn't visit for about 16 days. But to be frank I never really missed being constantly* disturbed. Feel free to pester me with text-wise felicitations on retrieving the one incontournable modern facility, I will of course not answer but instead wonder why it is so f*****g hard to understand AND remember that I hate talking on the phone and prefer face-to-face or written communication.

* In my case twice a week or so, still very disturbing.

Romeo & Julia

When destitutely in love, one thing not to do is going to watch Romeo & Julia brought on stage by an amateur theatre company in the ever wanted presence of an not unhandsome young man*, but for a while it has cured me. Weird though it may seem. It could have been the Ice-Tea I drank but I doubt it.

And the play? Well it was a modern interpreation by amateurs. A lot better then I expected, but I fear I prefer my Shakepeare the traditional way and acted by only the very best by which I don't mean Leonardo DiCaprio.

*He hasn't got a girlfriend btw, moderatley intelligent, modest, non-smoking girls from my home province can contact me about that.

"Perfectionist"

You heard it. That's what he called me. A perfectionist. As if it was a bad thing.

Bah. Men.

What is a pocky?

You Are Milk Pocky

Your attitude: caring and charming Smooth and silkly... invigorating and natural. You are like comfort food for the soul.

What Flavor Pocky Are You?

Click here for an explanation of POCKY

Tea - part five

As I poured myself a cup of deliciously scented green tea this morning, I suddenly remembered I didn't drink any tea yesterday. Not one cup.

Love has truly rendered me mad.