London calling

I could be mistaken. But I doubt it and unless I'm mistaken you won't read anything new on this blog until I return home from my favourite country in the world ( as I have never been fysically out of this world I would not venture on opinions on country that might or might not be found there.) Should you wonder what I seek abroad. I'm going to see some of these for myself.

It's got to be perfect

This could be the trigger for a rant on how I won't settle for second best and if it isn't him than no one. But right now I really don't care. I heard this song on the radio this afternoon and it has quite made me happy. Good humoured at least.


Fairground Attraction - Perfect Lyrics

I don't want half hearted love affairs
I need someone who really cares.
Life is too short to play silly games
I've promised myself I won't do that again.

It's got to be perfect
It's got to be worth it
yeah

Too many people take second best
But I won't take anything less
It's got to be
yeah
perfect.
Young hearts are foolish
they make such mistakes
They're much too eager to give their love away.
WellI have been foolish too many times
Now I'm determined I'm gonna get it right.

It's got to be perfect. . .

Young hearts are foolish
they make such mistakes. . .

It's got to be perfect. . .

It's got to be
yeah
worth it
it's got to be perfect.

Parents and the ventilation of your bedroom

It is 30 something degrees, I open my bedroom window as to ensure the merest bit of fresh air and go downstairs in search of shade. Later that day my parents ask me to accompany them to the pick-up of some new furniture. As it here concerns my furniture I agree, run upstairs to get my handbag and we're off.

Or so I think. By the time my dad starts the car my mom spots the open window. She so tells me. I reply 'It's not going to rain, is it?' Which is of course not good enough to convince either parent that in the period of absence of tops 1,5 hour a clear blue sky, a very hot sun and a less than 20% humidity could change into a hailstorm.

As a result I ran up the stairs, closed my window and came back home to find my room at the comfortable temperature of 52°C. A good thing being boiled alive slowly is one of my lesser known hobbies.

Happy Birthday III

Somebody still owes me a toy tank. I love reminding people what they owe me. But today I just owe him the best wishes for a splendid 23th birthday and a very very happy 24th year on earth.

A Job

Live and as it happens I type to inform thee. I have been called to reinforce the troops of railway personel during the month of August. In other words: I HAVE A HOLIDAY JOB! You may now proceed to congratulate me and expect a somewhat nicer birthday present.

A note of warning, I will have some funds in September however do not expect to be bought drinks at all sorts of occasions my funds will vanish once my sisters know of it and drag me to the stores.

Only 90?!!!

You Are 90% Feminist

You are a total feminist. This doesn't mean you're a man hater (in fact, you may be a man).You just think that men and women should be treated equally. It's a simple idea but somehow complicated for the world to put into action.

Are You a Feminist?

Well. Uhm. Yes I do believe in equal chances and standards. No that doesn't neccesarily mean I am a manhater but to suggest that I might be a man is somewhat rash don't you think?

How to...

Recently my closest AAAA & A associate wondered how to make margarita's. I tend to not wonder long on questions that start with 'How do you...' I just look it up here. For her benefit there is also a direct link to the how to info requested.

Envy II

I have a friend. Not only is she a stunningly beautiful, intelligent and kind woman. She also has an elder brother, the near-perfect boyfriend and the telephone number of my N°6 favourite contemporary author.* Life is so NOT fair.



* Meir Shalev, for those who wonder and are afraid to click links. Read 'The four meals'. Yes, that was an order.

Coming Soon

One week from now the last of seven books is available in Belgian bookshops. Two weeks from now I hope to have it finished. For those of you for whom the picture above is not visible, I am of course speaking of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Crocs

Only just have I and the white princess plotted the end of the vile things, or I'm back home to find my mother wearing them and my father seriously contemplating buying a pair for himself. What have I done to deserve this.

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Not a week from it's release date I went to see this in the company of the white princess. Not the best Harry Potter film but far far far better than 'Goblet of Fire' though my dislike of it's filmic rendering might originate from my favouritism towards the book. All in all these are just complicated and possibly wrong language constructions to say that this is a good film which might even appeal to other than the regular HP- fanbase.

Regional holiday

11th of July so in Flanders we celebrate havinf defeated an army of Franch knights. I' d rather not bother you with the contradictory details of how Flemish this day is and how I am (not) proud of my flemish identity. Suffice it to say I'll be busy today and it is rather unlikely that I'll be busy celebrating.

Kickass Cook

At least two people have complained about my cooking so excuse-moi that I do not entirely believe it. On the other hand, nobody makes cauliflower curry like I do. That has to account for something.

You Are an Excellent Cook

You're a top cook, but you weren't born that way. It's taken a lot of practice, a lot of experimenting, and a lot of learning.It's likely that you have what it takes to be a top chef, should you have the desire...

Are You A Good Cook?

200th

This is my twohundreth post this year. This calls for a celebration. What do you think I was baking cookies for anyway. Check here for a recipe in Dutch, or make sure to be in Ghent the following weekend and you might get a taste.

On a side note a few posts back I told you I was worried not being able to please my regular visitors with frequent updates should such odd anxieties sping up in the future you will know not to pay attention to them. And now I'm off to get inspiration for my next 200 posts.

Envy

Think what you will, I am not envious of people who have the opportunity to go abroad, who bathe in the sun and practise their language skills with locals instead of badly translated B-rated films. But I am jealous of anyone who has stood before the Sagrada Familia, who has witnessed in his/her own eyes the genius of Gaudí, who has cassually walked through Park Guëll and drank overpriced beer at Las Ramblas.

Everybody who fails to bring me pictures or a postcard shall feels my wrath, the fact that I have been seriously and serially ignoring/ insutling you for the past few months, plotting your untimely death or worse and thinking of unfriendly words to say at your funeral is not an excuse.

Will clean for resting place.

The title pretty much sums it up but you guys always want to know more so...

Friday I'm going to Ghent and I intend to stay there until sunday evening, meaning I will need a bedroom twice. Alas I already returned the keys of my old room but I haven't yet got furniture in my new room so I must either return home after the D'n'D session I plan to attend friday, stuff my backpack with enough energy drink to keep me awake and alive for three consecutive days, or bribe some of my Ghently residential friends with pesto bianco. Betting on three horses will in this case surely fail.

Want want want

Because I seem to have nothing else to do, I've made a list of things I'd like get for my birthday. Remember: when in doubt buy me something from this list and a tube of glitterglue.

• birthday letters (not cards, they're too short, ugly and boring)
• colourful socks
• colourful candy
• cute stationary
• toys for my pet fish
• a peppermill
• cookingbooks ( I am grossly underinformed of South-American cuisine)

Read a book instead.

For at least a forthnight I will not have the unlimited acces to internet I am used to, so you may not find a new post here whenever you come by. Bear with me and check the left, there's more then one weblog worth the while.

Parallel Polygamy

Read the title of this post. Now carefully read it again. Don't ponder upon it, don't wonder how it came into the conversation this evening, don't - by now you should know this- be surprised that I think this word combo is so friggin' cool I just have to find a way to use it more and more often and above all don't ask for the original meaning. If I were to hear it for the first time I 'd think it to be a socio-anthropological term covering the being married to several persons at the same time but not making all the individuals part of the same marriage. For example A is married to B, C and D. B is married to A and X but not to C and D. Do leave questions and comments in the section below.

Hurt by Kermit

Yes Please

I'd be crying for laughter if I wasn't already simply crying.

I wish I were a lesbian

'Why?' Is a question answered easily enough. I like women. Women like me. Men are stupid insensitive pigs. Unfortunately that's not the end of it. So far the type of girl that has tried to chat me up is a bimboish naive ugly whould-be fashionista, not the pretty from the inside-out intelligent funny feminine person I might fancy. And if my bride-to-be is one third as bad as I am she is going to be one frightfully nagging bitch, making my life the living hell I imagine it to be.

Conclusion: A simple* man is still preferable. Cunnilingus has never been my thing anyway.

* To be read as ignorant, shallow, hopeless.

Oops I did it again II

I said: 'You're OK.' Of a guy and I believe that at the moment I even meant it. And I wasn't even drunk.

I hate myself.

Things to make my day (or not)

A: The young and rather gallant Polish workman that greets me in what seems a Slavic version of my mother tongue, being in front of the building next to the library and being asked whether THAT is the library with two women pointing at the building that does NOT have the word library spelled out on it's rooftop in 4ft high letters, sitting on a bench along some flowing water and halfway through page 56 being interrupted by a stray dog that decides he wants to sit next to me with his head in my lap and doesn't even drool on the only jeans I have at this point, alternative plurals: Indonesia style, supplying myself with candle-making essentials, instructing people on how to varnish their wooden floor and a new Sue Townsend book.

B: The not so young and less gallant un-Polish workman that practically forces me to get out of my well-paid for dwelling so that he and his minions can take out a window, cover my entire room with dust, decide to wait with putting in the new window untill I back at around 1:45pm, make me wait for my lunch and tempt me to look out of the hole in my outer wall so that I have a direct view on one of the minions taking a leak.

Crust

So I have these friends, right? And they have a fully equipped kitchen- that means they have an oven and a spice rack. So occasionally for example when I feel like making spinach gratin, I invite myself over and make their pots and pans dirty of which they have never yet complained. I think it's because they're to busy devouring crust. The way they eat it you'd think I'm the only person who knows how to make crust.

PG-13

Your Life is Rated PG-13

Your life isn't totally scandalous, but you definitely don't shy away from adult themes!

What is Your Life Rated?

Spices, candles and witchcraft

Missing in the inventory:

• box of gold glitter
• box of red/pink glitter
• box of silver glitter
• box of blue/purple glitter
• beads and sequins in any colour or material
  
• gold paint or make-up
  
• pink candles
• white candles
• yellow candles
• green candles
  
• silver candles
  
• dark blue candles
• black candles
  
• rose incense
• sandalwood incense
• musk incense
  
• white silk
• pink silk
• red silk
• lavender blue silk
  
• green string
• gold string or thread
  
• scarlet ribbon
• orange ribbon
  
• white ribbon
• purple ribbon
• blue ribbon
• green ribbon
  
• (light) blue cloth
• square of cheesecloth
  
• red cloth
• black cloth
  
• red cotton
• blue cotton
• white cotton
• white muslin
  
• green velvet
• pink velvet
  
• lipstick in an earthy colour
• a bell
• a dozen small bottles and/or vials
  
• feathers
• magnet(s)
• beeswax
  
• slippery elm powder
• golden seal powder
• milk powder
  
• dried passion fruit seeds
• dried basil
• dried rosemary
• dried rue
• dried marjoram
• dried yarrow
• dried hops
• dried meadowsweet
• dried dill
• dried coltsfoot
  
• dried vervain
  
• lavender essential oil
• lemon or citrus essential oil
• coconut oil
• almond oil
• rose essential oil
• sandalwood essential oil
• vanilla essential oil
• anise essential oil
  
• ylang-ylang oil
• patchouli essential oil
• pine oil
• coriander oil
• jasmine oil
  
• dried lavender
• lemon grass
  
• mastic
• cornstarch
• wormwood
  
• camellia
• comfrey
• ginger
• mimosa
• pansies
  
• saffron
• cardamom
  
• violets
  
• ginseng
• vetiver
  
• nutmeg
• aniseeds
• thyme
  
• clove
• bay leaves
• wheat
• catnip
• myrtle
  
• valerian tea leaves
• henna
  
• rock salt
• beach sand
• small stones
• heart shaped stone(s)
• handful of white pebbles
• acorns
  
• peridot crystal
• carnelian
• moonstone
• lodestone
• rhine stone
  
• citrine
• boji
  
• rose quartz
• amber
  
• tiger eye
  
• baby rattle
• man-shaped cookie cutter (metal)
• old (rusty) keys
  
• pink writing paper
  

Conclusion: I have alot of working, saving and shopping to do before I am a fully equipped witch

Parents and Your Mail

Imagine having 99% of your regular mail delivered at home. Home as in 'the place where your parents live'. They open all the mail that doesn't explicitly state on the front '100% confidential'- they will leave you to open these few but try to read over you shoulders or wink and nudge over dinner until you practically shove it under their noses to prove you DON'T have a secret lover. Then they phone you tell you, you received mail and what was the content. Then when you go home for the weekend they tell you here is you mail with all the envelopes (not even carefully) opened and filling you in with the details while you are trying to read it for yourselves. The following day after you have put your letters back in 'your' wooden incoming mail-box, they will ask 'Did you read all of those?'. *sigh*

Could be that I'm overly criticizing but my bet is on it that I could tolerate my parents a lot better if they stopped trying to know everything about me. It might for example inspire me to trust them and make me feel comfortable about telling things that they now try to find out in ways that are rather invasive towards my privacy.