The Seven Year Itch

Two recently got together friends, have broken up. Two recently broken up friends got together. Two of my male friends are giving me mixed signals. Two friends of friends make my heart skip little beats. All this confuses me terribly.

Dragases

I am a mother again. Or rather, very soon I'll adopt a new kitty kitty. The black beauty has been nicked Dragases - for plenty and obvious reasons. The little bugger in question is the black blob on the right.

Beware: This blog may contain information about books.

I couldn't not post it, could I? Anyway, use with care should you come accross a book.

Whom to invite?

I love cooking (well duh!) and I love having guests for dinner, taking into account however the capacity of my kitchen and dinner table, I can't invite all of friends over at once= Big Problem.

I think I'm saying: if I haven't invited you yet, you're welcome for enchilladas this evening or couscous on tuesday. Just let me know.

Not geeky enough for you eh?

Yay! I'm not a geek. Although to prove that matter I may have to stop stumbling.49% Geek

OnePlusYou Quizzes and Widgets

Quote #24

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

Dorothy Parker, (attributed)
US author, humorist, poet, & wit (1893 - 1967)

Twittering

As you may or may not have noticed, there have been some changes on the left (yes THAT left). Also, as of today I have a twitter-account. I'm too lazy too explain, but don't be afraid to click links and your questions shall be answered.

El Tango de Roxanne

I may have posted this clip once or twice before, but I thinkgirls should be allowed to dream. And I do, most of the time.

Who's afraid of Virginia now?

Found while stumbling.

Tell me Quando Quando Quando

Not going to happen, is it? And by the way didn't they tell me this last year too?!

You'll Find a Boyfriend Within a Year

Either you're not ready for a relationship... Or you're not quite ready to leave the house You can't meet a guy from your couch So at least consider meeting one from your computer!

When Will You Meet Your Next Boyfriend?

At the End of the Day

Found around here. And pretty much how I feel. It was not a good day. And yet there was lasagne.

Let's fox it.

Whenever I am told to spread the word, I do so. And really, you're computer deserves better than internet explorer doesn't it?!

Not really really serious

Yesterday and the day before yesterday I saw two movies, respectively "Love Actually" and "Bend it like Beckham". I couldn't help but notice Keira Knightley looked remarkably well in both of them and that while I have resented being compard to her.

Combine this info with my lack of heartbreak over a guy I might have fancied. Ponder upon this.

I'm not turning gay, am I?

The Sweater: How it began

Many questions have been asked and -I fear- will be asked. So I will here relate the story in full (or as full as I want it generally known).

Sometime during october last, the most recent addition to our bunch of house occupiers welcomed in one of his (many) brothers at climbing ropes. A very love-to-cuddle looking member of the male species too. I did not see this person again untill late february-march, considering aforementioned house mate's absence for nearly four months, this is not so very surprising. Come march however this fine young man was invited for dinner, seemed to like it and was invited again and again. Some weeks back I suggested, he cook for me sometime. About two weeks ago as I was seeking shelter from rain in the library, this person hit me on the head with a book. Naturally I was not so amused- or so I would like you to believe, actually I quite like being hit on the head by handsome men. He whom we speak of however was still aware of the dinner invitation he owed me which works greatly in his favour. He spoke of arranging a date in the summer months, but lo! a mere two days later came an invitation for a bbq the following week, that being wednesday last. We chatted, we laughed, we ate, we played risk and when we took leave (i.e. were kicked out because the host wanted sleepy time) I was offered a sweater so I would not be cold on the way home.

And that's the story in it's entirety, no more question please.

18 rules

Hereabouts I found 18 for living according to the Dalai Lama. For those to lazy to click a bloody link I've also copied them here.

1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
2. When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.
3. Follow the three Rs:
   1. Respect for self
   2. Respect for others
   3. Responsibility for all your actions.
4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.
5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.
6. Don’t let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
7. When you realize you’ve made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
8. Spend some time alone every day.
9. Open your arms to change, but don’t let go of your values.
10. Remember that silence is sometimes the best answer.
11. Live a good, honourable life. Then when you get older and think back, you’ll be able to enjoy it a second time.
12. A loving atmosphere in your home is the foundation for your life.
13. In disagreements with loved ones, deal only with the current situation. Don’t bring up the past.
14. Share your knowledge. It’s a way to achieve immortality.
15. Be gentle with the earth.
16. Once a year, go someplace you’ve never been before.
17. Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other.
18. Judge your success by what you had to give up in order to get it.

The Sweater

It's nice enough to make other people cake, catch the right bus for once, attend a barbeque, get your mascara right, hit a guy on the head with a book, discover how great your new hair conditioner smells, insult men, play RISK or not have to beg for a goodnight kiss. But it's supersweet if someone offers you to lend a sweater so you won't be cold while waiting for the bus.

Chicken in love

Wow.

Just wow. This must be the closest anyone trying to describe it ever came.

And just for good measure, some Air Supply.

Uh? I used to love reatil therapy.

You're a Window Shopper!

You know that shopping's a blast, but you prefer to save your money You hardly ever give into an impulse buy, unless it's a total steal You've always got the most money of your friends - and you never have to borrow And you've got a nice wardrobe too ... of classic pieces that last years!

Do You Shop More Than Most Women?

I'm not really sure all of this is true. And I most definitely don't have the most money of all of my friends.

Compromise

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Why don't I write?

Tssk tssk.

Don't deny it. I can practically hear you say it. I don't have so very much time, but I have time. And inspiration. And yet this blog has been postless for two days.

Joyful words are burning on my tongue, as are sad thoughts, unrealistic plans for the future, mad ramblings, dress code doubts and more joyful words. And not so very much of all that is fit for publication but you may inquire after what the devil has has fared in me next we meet.

And now I'm of browsing the net for a nice little picture.

Bliss from Books

I have been known to shift moods in milliseconds. Many if not all of my readers have seen my mood darken in a heartbeat for no other reason than brightly shining sun. It will not surprise you that yesterday; I have been tired and frustrated, beat down by the weather, disappointed by a lack of bare massageable shoulders, intimidated by the angry looks a fellow librarylocated studiant shoots me and a wee tad blissful. Yes; blissful. Even I sometimes alter my mood for the better, though I doubt few of you may have seen this altered mood coming from being hit on the head with a book.