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

You may also want to check out this link.

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.

Rien ne changera

It's probably true.

Quote #23

"No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch."

Leo Dworken

The Big Theory of Eating Meat

A dear and up until recently vegetarian friend of mine has this theory that one needs to either eat meat or have sex on a regular basis to avoid going completely Khazooboiiing (yes this is a word). Having had in recent months less and less opportunity to feast on dead animals, I think she might be right.

Boy am I frustrated.

Falling and falling

Often though not so very often before I have sung the praise of Wikihow, I may feel compelled to do so a lot more in the future if they keep giving the advice I have needed for so long, have been provided with by close friends but have up until now refused to listen to.

All by myself

Mooshy innit?



When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone

Livin' alone
I think of all the friends I've known
When I dial the telephone
Nobody's home


All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore

Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves so distant and obscure
Remains the cure

All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
All by myself
Anymore

When I was young
I never needed anyone
Making love was just for fun
Those days are gone

All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live
Oh
Don't wanna live
By myself, by myself
Anymore
By myself
Anymore
Oh
All by myself
Don't wanna live
I never, never, never
Needed anyone

Don't even think of using your right hand

Warning: Masturbating may have serious effects. Oh hell just click the bloody link, will you!

Birthday Wishlist

I spent most of yesterday wondering whether it was really so hard to see that sometimes all one needs is a hug. In view of that here's a list of what I want come september 18.

• pair of kisses
• 1 cuddly hug
• 1 marriage proposal
• throwing axe
• 10-week course in throwing axes
• 2 bottles of medicin against heartache
• some courage to confide a secret

A Whole Nude World

I just had to post it, sit it out and you'll know I'm right.

Let me eat cake

You Are a Red Velvet Cake

Rich, decadent, and sensual. You have a deep appeal that transcends all trends. You are the definition of passion: intense, adventurous, and seductive.

What Kind of Cake Are You?

Cuddly

I don't know what it is. I should be panicking. I should be stressing. I should be sad. Knowing the dynamics of my life I should be in tears, but none of that I feel sort of happy and also the unfightable distinctive urge to cuddle.

Click Click

Urgent or not so urgent newsflash: my photo blog Clickety is now also to be reached via Verve Earth. Check for yourself what it is they do, I'm too lazy to explain.

Quotes #19, #20, #21 and #22

Yes it's that time of the year again.

"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides."

David Viscott, How to Live with Another Person, 1974

"There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love."

Christopher Morley
US author & journalist (1890 - 1957)

"If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have."

Sir James M. Barrie

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds."

William Shakespeare, Sonnet cxvi

You HAVEN'T got mail

Frustated and tired as I was from studying and tidyind and telling men what to do (the last bit I'm just kidding, I love telling men what to do) I became even more frustrated when I picked up the mail. Three contracts and a bus license renewal reminder, not exactly ringing my bell, but just the same it reminded me that I haven't gotten a letter in months. And there is very little that I like less than not being written to. Causing e to become even more frustrated, naturally I planned a little blogpost on how everyone that even from afar considers me to be his/her friend has the moral obligation to send me letters detailing on my perfections. However as my number three favourite house mate promised I would find a rune-inscribed slip of parchment on my doorstep tomorrow, it may not be neccesary.

Getting Invites

Everyone with a FaceBook account knows of the horror called 'invite your friends'. This is not the sort of invite I am waiting for. Au contraire. This weekend, desperate for a dinner invite from a -preferably cute- young man, I bought a new top (deep emerald green silk) and new slippers ( matching green), so that should the unthinkable happen at least I need not worry what to wear. So fond however I have grown of the image that I sort of co-erce young men into inviting me. To my surprise the answer was not all shock and rejection.Let's see where it leads, shall we?!

No drive

Hereabouts I found the following. It need not be said, I fully agree.

Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

Dream on

It doesn't really matter what I plan or want or hope for myself. Fate or random bad luck or my expertise at screwing up, but it always goes wrong, I don't even manage to order the right things in bars, let alone organising my life. Well don't feel sorry, don't pat me on the back, don't ask. relatively soon I'l be well enough to pass for normal.

Edit: but normal or melancholic, I really should make more of a habit out of spell checks.

Mutter

I know there's already a youtube clip featuring Rammstein on this page but, it's mother's day. And I couldn't think of any song about mothers that I like better, even though my mother will hate it. That's probably the reason I never gave her the address of this blog.

Quote #18

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

Oscar Wilde

Emile

Our newest house mate. Until there arises more certainty on it's gender his/her name is Emile. And envy moi until forever.(S)He is übercute as this picture may prove.

Yesterday

Wake up, have nice conversation about hobbit cooking, drink tea, wave at beloved sister, walk to university, join election commitee for the validation of the student's club board I am now part of next's members, lullop on facebook, check mail, lullop on facebook a little more, go grocery shopping fix vegetables for BBQ, BBQ, be given massage oil, massage, swan song cantus*, enjoying summer eveninglike vibe at the central stairs of your faculty, massage some more, stop yourself one inch short of falling in love**, misdirect a stranger, walk home along the river crisscrossing your -for the time being- favourite place on earth, sip a cup of tea before going to bed, read the morning papers and fall asleep knowing your actually maybe very much already on the path of losing yourself and your heart again**.

Yesterday my troubles really really really seemed very far away.



* I don't even want to begin explaining this, so please please please; don't ask.
** It here concerns two different people.

Angry Young Woman

You Are 66% Angry

You're a pretty angry person, although you might not describe yourself that way. But if you think about it, you probably feel annoyed, frustrated, and disappointed often. All of the emotions above are classic signs of anger. And if these angry feelings are controlling your life, you may need help.

How Angry Are You?

Bold Planning

It was bold-I admit, very bold- to be simply announcing I was going to seduce a man, (A friend of a friend to be precise) and of course by now I've found out it's not going to work. Mainly because I'm not in love.

May 1

My heart too beats left, my blood too is red.

Devotee

I have been named 'devoted' merely because I take time to write letters. Even when there is no hope of gettig letters back or when there is nothing to say that I could not also say in a four word text message. Is it so very wrong to assume people are happy to get letters? Isn't it good to know someone made an effort to communicate? Wouldn't you love to get a real letter, written in real ink with real emotions in between the lines?

Probably not. Or I'd have thought someone would take the trouble to write me every now and then.

Essentials in vampire movies.

• doctors saying : " it is nothing serious she'll soon recover"
  
• strange camera angles
• men with sideburns
• women faking orgasms
• ugly servants with very high tight collars
  

Bathroom habits

What Your Bathroom Habits Say About You

You are a giving soul. Way too giving in fact. You often get stuck doing the dirty work that no one else will do. Your idea of fashion is jeans and a t-shirt. Clean, if you're lucky. You are a little shy and easily embarrassed. You often wonder if you are normal. In relationships, you tend to be very romantic and demanding. You'll treat your partner like gold, but you expect a lot in return.

What Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?

Suicide Note I

Excuse-me-je

Maybe I am wrong.*

This does not prove you infallable. This does not excuse the presumption that I make up quotes as I go along, that all my arguments are unfounded and that my interpretation will always be inferior to yours. Nor is it ground for the arrogant disdain with which you assume that I would not be able-let alone inclined- to admit that I was wrong.

* Here meaning: checking and double-chacking have proven me so.

The Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour a day to drain the fluids from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed next to the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed would live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the outside world. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake, the man had said. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Lovers walked arm in arm amid flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Unexpectedly, an alien thought entered his head: Why should he have all the pleasure of seeing everything while I never get to see anything? It didn't seem fair. As the thought fermented, the man felt ashamed at first. But as the days passed and he missed seeing more sights, his envy eroded into resentment and soon turned him sour. He began to brood and found himself unable to sleep. He should be by that window - and that thought now controlled his life.

Late one night, as he lay staring at the ceiling, the man by the window began to cough. He was choking on the fluid in his lungs. The other man watched in the dimly lit room as the struggling man by the window groped for the button to call for help. Listening from across the room, he never moved, never pushed his own button which would have brought the nurse running. In less than five minutes, the coughing and choking stopped, along with the sound of breathing. Now, there was only silence--deathly silence.

The following morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths. When she found the lifeless body of the man by the window, she was saddened and called the hospital attendant to take it away--no words, no fuss. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it all himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

Unknown author

Regatta

For some reason or other my university organised a regatta. Apart from the sunshine, the athletic males in tight sports outfit, the pleasant company and the excitement, I also enjoyed it because I won a prize. In the on-shore rowing machine thingy competion for girls I became third (very likely because only three girls competed) and am now the happy owner of a Ghent University T-shirt.

All Hail The Gerbil King

How arrogance cures heartache

I was not well. In fact I felt terrible. But if the reward of honesty and concern is to be called and inconsiderate bitch, I am cured of any sympathy rather quickly. Now that you no longer wish to see me, have a very nice solitary life.

One small step from despair to a broken heart.

First there was despair as I felt myself falling in love again. Then the accusation that women merely have to bump into a guy and he be putty wax in our smaal and delicate hands. A little later confusion, as I grow certain that I am in love I start to doubt who it is that I'm in love with. And today, a little message puts me off completely. I really didn't know it could hurt so much to read 'I love you' on a screen and even less had I any notion of much it would hurt to say - let alone realise- 'I can't love you back'.

How it breaks one's heart to hurt and then to lose a friend. I wish I had never known.

Singing

I sing at only three occasions: when I or everybody around me is so drunk nobody cares, when I'm utterly and completely happy and stirring in a giant pan of delicious whatever or when I'm unhappy enough not to notice I'm singing out loud. Here's an exerpt:

"I don't want to talk about it,
how you broke my heart
but if I stay here just a little bit longer
if I stay here won't you listen to my heart"

You may answer on artist and songtitle yourselves in comments. I can't remember.

Independance Day

Yesterday, the wonderfull town in which I am happy to live and walk around miserably declared its independace. And so for a little while I've walked the streets a a free citizen of city state Ghent. Here's a link for those who speak Dutch and some video's for everyone else.

I don't have a headache;

For everybody who thinks the title statement makes as much sense as an independent city state Ghent: you all know I've been more or less sober since mid-October and some of you have a notion of exactly how much whisky I've drunk very early this morning. I really shouldn't make it an easter holiday tradition.

"Why not?" is not the right question.

If I were completely feelingless -which (thank evilness) I am, I could find joy in now counting every shade of relationshipness from just hooked up to just broke up in a relatively close circle of friends. But why? Do tell me why, must every pilar of faith, every example of everburning love, every hope be torn down, broken, undone and given up?!

What september means

Another internet thingy telling me what my birth month means, probably a scandalous rip-off, but judge for yourself, and do comment.

♥ SEPTEMBER

Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends
to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself.
Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.
Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems.
Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and
caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have
many friends. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates
oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore.
Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can
understand.

Love Profile

Virgo - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits: You're incredibly thoughtful and able to give your partner what they need most. You are totally logical. You can deal with problems without involving your emotions. A good work ethic. You'll do whatever it takes (within reason) to make your relationship work. Your negative traits: Sometimes you are so focused on your goals that you let your relationships suffer You tend to be a perfectionist - and expect perfection from your mate as well You are picky. So picky that you rather be single than with someone who has a few minor faults. Your ideal partner: Values success in life as much as you do Fits a checklist of qualities you've been looking for since childhood Like you, is more practical and realistic than romantic Your dating style: Active. You're a bit hyper, so you'd prefer a date that involved rollerblading in the park or hiking. Your seduction style: You may seem a bit shy, but once you open up to someone - you're totally uninhibited You like to set the scene first - candles, music, nice sheets A bit obsessed with cleanliness, you may want to shower first with your love Tips for the future: Soften up a little. Vulnerability is sexy - and feels great over time. Lower your standards a little. Look past a messy desk or someone being five minutes late. Praise your partner more. You make expect them to be successful, but complements are still appreciated. Best color to attract mate: Navy blue Best day for a date: Wednesday

What's Your Love Profile?

Bugrit. Or in other words: Ain't gonna happen.

Dig this.

Since I've escaped from my parents music taste this man plus band has been one of my favourites. Very ugly moustache though!

Conspiring

A conspiracy of bus drivers I call it. But the people of the public transport tickets and information boot are equally at fault; not once, not twice but an astonishingly three times out of three times that I ventured to take public transport in order to travel around the city I was-willfully- misled as to which tram or bus route I was to take and at which stop I was to descend. Once more proof that the entire world plots against me, and usually plots my utter unhappiness.

Origami Bird

I should publish this, even if it was just for the sound track.

Let the motherfucker burn.

It's been in my head for nearly 24 hours, time for something else I'd say.

"Fire Water Burn"- Bloodhoud Gang

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I'm a dumb white guy,
I'm not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high,
I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' give props to my ho cause she all fly,
But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white meat known as 'Kid Funky Fried',
Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye,
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine,
Cause I'm kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own wookie,
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me cookie,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice,
I'm not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is,
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven,
This honkey's gone to heaven,
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,
I'll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk,
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix's poltergeist,
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis cause he's the anti-christ,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Everybody here we go,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Throw your hands in the air,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Wave 'em like you don't care,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everbody say ho,
Ohh Ohh,
C'mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everybody here we go.

Hyper

It's quite difficult to be miserable when you're energetic. All you can do is sulk a bit on how everybody is happy, people that barely know you invite themselves for a poke-battle, nobody understands the importance of sub-trolls etc etc but you grow bored of that rather rapidly and now what am I going to do?

Never mind how much I wish I could cry, for the time being I'm stuck in smile modus.

Plentiful Birthdays

March seems to be the one month in which half the people I know celebrate their birthday. Apart from those very few I deem worthy of an actual gift, I don't bother much, but still, I like people bothering about my birthday so... here's some virtual cake. And if you want real cake, drop me a note and come over for supper.

Just a little weirder...

There's a 48% Chance You've Been Abducted By Aliens

Maybe you've really been abducted by aliens... but probably not. Let's face it. You're just a little weirder than most people.

What Are the Chances that You've Been Abducted by Aliens?

I want you - Elvis Costello

Not the very best rendering, but accidentally I erased it from my iTunes library and it may be a while before I can add it again so...

Rebecca II

So little time we had together and already harsh fate divided us. It may be assumed that I am in a grave state.

Worst Best Friend*

As hard as I have tried to continue this new and exciting contentment, as deeply as I have wished to postphone the inevitable, as much as I have wanted the looming evils away, all was in vain. For a little while, a little happier did I walk this world. And know sunshine that I am forever and endlessly sorry.

* That would be me.

Prayer to Dame

I shall nor love nor hate
and I shall live.
I shall laugh and smile
and I shall live.
I shall sing and dance
and I shall live.

As you have commanded me
I shall live.

Make me deaf and blind,
Poor and poorer,
Make me sick and numb,
Wretched and cursed,
And I shall live (more comfortably).

Haircut

Some advice for those very few who had the pleasure or -more likely- the displeasure of facing me confessing my boundless love; please get a haircut I'm in no mood for love and romance. Instead of red roses you may send me house trolls and penguins.

Risky bussines

And I won! Or I did so nearly, which is also nice.

How to...?

As wonderful and plentiful the answer produced by this too little known website may be, they have yet failed to enlighten me on the subject of how to persuade my fellow house mates that I'm not a hormonal, overly flirtious, lustful woman. In love though they may consider me, I don't feel like 'in love*'.

* devastated, confused, low-spirited, mean, stupid, ugly, unworthy, abnormal, unattractive, persona non grata, flushed, out-of-control

Worries

I know, I know, you've been telling me forever. Rest assured I'm mending my ways.

Your Worry Factor is 74%

The amount you worry is definitely borderline unhealthy. Even when things are going well, you find yourself fixating on the negatives. Try to remember the times you've been able to let your worries go. If you can do that again, you'll be much happier!

Do You Worry Too Much?

Reflections on Sideburns

Sideburns are cool.

As easily as one reckonises the villain of any story by his goatee, one may notice a hero from his sideburns.

Colin Firth WITH sideburns is the next best thing to Alan Rickman. Alan Rickman with sideburns is God.

The male housemate with sideburns is a lot more handsome than the housemate giving unrealistic and utterly unbelievable compliments.

Sideburns are/ might be the only reason any woman considering a sex change.

Nothing rules more than sideburns. Except for Maori's, penguins, double-edged blades and chocolate mascarpone cake.

Contentment

I find it a bit hard to update, as that which I have to say concerns a lot of you but not all of my reader. Details that I may mention to a close circle, might be interesting for others who don't need to know lest they be offended or just bad spill the beans, might be incomprehensible for the majority and will confuse everybody including myself.

Until I find an actual topic, let it be known that I have found contentment. I am not utterly happy, sadness still looms, love has left and continues to leave its marks but there is light in this life also and only recently I have come to realise it might all turn out well (even for me.)

8-)

Barely two seconds ago I've applied lip balm for the first time in 52 hours. I may show symptons of auto-traumatising.

Goodbye Everybody

...

but especially 'Goodbye Q'. I'm not sure it's over yet, every minute I fear falling in love again. But it will be over and you shall be forgotten (this might not be true, but call it poetic freedom or such like).

30% eh...

that must be were the smell comes from.

You Are: 30% Dog, 70% Cat

You and cats have a lot in common. You're both smart and in charge - with a good amount of attitude. However, you do have a very playful side that occasionally comes out!

Are You More Cat or Dog?

A state of Wiiii

First I must apologise for the prolongued silence hereabouts, it is not that I have nothing to say, quite the contrary my mind never stops buzzing, the invisible connection to world wide web however are very much in a state of non-buzz and I hate borrowing computers either from friends or the university for other than absolute necessities (it being understood that facebook lists among those).

Today- if not to say just this moment, however I have received a mail that in such a way influences my happiness score for this week that I cannot possibly be silent about it. To increase the mystery and curiousness of this exhilerating news, I will add bonus info; the mail did not originate from my yearlong crush's typing pad, it was not an anonymous love letter, it was no notification mail from the national lottery's grand wionners commision, nor the announcing of my most hated fellow human beings untimely surmise. I could leave you to guess what I did learn from going through my inbox this afternoon, but that would only make it take longer for you to be happy for me so...

Tun Dun Dun Duh

The Cat has arrived!

Pictures may follow after reinstated reliable internet connection.

Eloquency

Once upon a time, even before I had fallen in love twice, I overheard a conversation between two very dear girls. One lamented the loss of a no longer specifiable Hindu god locker/charm, before the other could offer comfort, she sighed 'but it's ok because now I have this!' proffering a flacon of soap bubble water in the form of a yellow ducky. I knew there and then I had found my people. Now both the ladies are young independent women, close friends, utterly loveable and though a little too normal still so very much en vibe with me that that both are able not merely to accept eloquence as a solid argument but even offer it. I really could not love them more.

Don't stay on the beach/ under palm trees/ in the arms of well-tanned men too long darlings, I'll miss you both too much.

Rationalisation

I wonder how none of my friends ever stumbled upon this before. It very much reads like the sort of thing they like to shove under my nose.

Some advice

Only sometimes...?

Nonsense

The trigger bit of text in this post should actually be published under the title of quote #18, were it not that I so fervently disagree as I do now. Wise noses may point out that it is men that are spoken of not women but nonetheless the central idea is idiotic and contrary to my experience.

I am in love - and, my God, it is the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love. If you have not done so already, you are wasting your life.

D.H. Lawrence [ 1885-1930 ]

quote #17

Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.

Mark Twain

???

You do not want to hear that I fare ill, so why should I bother telling you?!

25

There will be a party sometime in the future. The only reason I will have is the number in the title, but you may guess for yourselves what the number indicates.

Could it be???

I daren't dream it might be true. But while I'm awake I hope.

Upsetting

Sometimes you think you've seen all you ever want to see on youtube, and always always you are proven wrong. For those interested: iSketch

Quote #16

I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

J. D. Salinger

Staircase

Think of love, any kind of love as of stairs. And think of yourself (and I hope that you know from the description who you are) as the railing. I don't need you, but it makes it so much easier to believe I'll survive the climb when you're there.


writer's note: as this is written to one only one person in particular, please do not lightly asume that I mean you because you read my blog everyday, and before you take offance imagine that you may well be a step.

Rebecca

The latest addition to our quickly expanding family circle, though I may have to take her to the bicycle doctor before she obtains lifelong shelter at LM street.

It IS always on my mind.

You may have noticed the lack of updates this week past. You may have assumed that I had finally learned to shut the f*** up, that I had little to say and nothing of value with which I need bother you, that I had died or worst of all that I had failed to connect to the internet. Nothing of this all; I was merely looking for the right words and since I did not find them gere's the next best thing; a song.

Maybe I didnt treat you
Quite as good as I should have
Maybe I didnt love you
Quite as often as I could have
Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasnt died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied

Maybe I didnt hold you
All those lonely, lonely times
And I guess I never told you
Im so happy that youre mine
If I make you feel second best
Girl, Im sorry I was blind

You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind

Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasnt died
Give me, give me one more chance
To keep you satisfied, satisfied

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You are always on my mind
You are always on my mind

Quote #15

The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. The opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth.

Niels Bohr, 1885-1962

99

Bored, nauseated, sick, tired, lustless, angry, sad, crying, cold, wanting, aching, hurt, selfish, pondering, reading, writing, bitch, nagging, lost, dying, suicidal, childish, cooking, contemplating, dreaming, nightmare, searching, itching, dirty, ink-stained, drawing knives, chocolates, sipping tea, scratching, rehearsing runes, grocery shopping, waiting, seeking, boring, ugly, jealous, confused, bitter, hard to please, dragged along, trying (but not hard enough), child wish, not bothering, overly and unrealistically romantic, in love, alone, undisciplined, bent, fat, plain, stupid, short-tempered, passionate (about the wrong things), uninterested, hoping in vain, hungry, knitting, breathing, empty, stuck in bad habits, sober, abnormal, rejecting and alienating friends, self-loathing, unhappy.


They're all applicable I think. And they will give you something to read while I think of something nicer to write.

Booing 2007

You Had a Bad Year

Your year was horrible. There's no other way to say it. A lot went wrong for you, and you're still recovering from it. The good news is that things probably won't get worse for you. So look forward to the new year, where things will hopeful be much better!

How Did Your Year Rate?

As if I needed telling.

Gift Basket

A little present from Mom and Paps. Includes:

Gift Certificate for my most hated bookshop chain.
Bottle of Home Brew Port
Bottle of Home Brew Coffee Schnapps
Bottle of Home Brew Mint liqueur
Home Made Chocolate Spread
Home Made Jam in the flavours: melon, pear-lemon, pumpkin, apple.
Pot of Honey flavoured with walnuts.

Editorial note: Simply because I now have a bottle of port doesn't mean you have to be at mu doorstep around 8pm for a drink and after dinner chat, but should you be so you'd be welcome.

New Year's Resolutions

I wished only one thing for myself this year: wake up just before noon next to a nearly irresistibly handsome guy (not necessarily just having enjoyed two hours of steaming hot sex together, though of course I wouldn't have objected let alone minded) Instead I woke up with the urge to do a hundred sit-ups (I managed about fifteen in case you wonder).

Yesterday I was resolved on one thing: not to make a list of resolutions, because I never fulfil them anyway. Five minutes past midnight I had this (see below) list of two.

1. Wake up at least once next to a nearly irresistibly handsome guy, having just enjoyed two hours of steaming hot sex.
2. Adopt a cat.
   

Happy 2008!

Today is my last chance to bring this month's score in blogposts up to scratch, though unless you expect divine intervention it should not be counted on. Right now might be a good time to make my new year's resolutions known, but since I've never been able to hold on to even one, I might as well not bother this year or any of the next. Have a happy 2008, everyone! I probably won't but if two people can be happy for the unhappiness of just person that's a very fair balance.