Shirahime

Happy Birthday!

A single girl's worst enemy....

Being today, less calm then I have been an entire week, it is probably not the best time to vent about an issue rather unrelated to my current anger. However, I may not take the time to do so later and I really feel it need be said.

I have never had many gentleman friends. Boyfriends, boy-friends, acquaintances,... straight or otherwise. All the more I cherish them. I don't show it of course; pretentiously assuming that initiating a date or meet-up is enough compliment for the rational sex.

Whenever it presumed or insinuated that I have ulterior motives (true or not) I panick a little, fearing that I might miss out on company I am fond of. And even worse when the silent accusations come in name of an unknown spouse/sex partner/ girlfriend... Because it is a threat I can defend against.

Therefor dear gender comrades, when your 'man' meets up with a lady friend, assume she is a 'friend' and no more. It displeases me most seriously to lose friends over female jealousy.

Gelukkige Verjaardag

For the two very lovely ladies who's birthday we celebrate today. Many happy returns to Emile and Flower-chan.

Who put amphetamines in my food?

Happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthday to me

Happy Birthday Moheli

Happy Birthday to me*

27! But I don't feel in the least bit old, merely extremely excited and hoping for either the stripper that I asked for yeserday OR a sports ' enthousiast who'll take me for a quick quarter-thriathlon to pop by. My level of energy is ridiculousy high.

Anyway: thank you everyone for attending; the memory of your company and your (cute) presents will forever be cherished. Anyone who missed it is welcome for tea and leftovers this afternoon/evening.

*lyrics curtesy of Eeyore

The web is also the ocean

For a while (a time period roughly corresponding with the time in which this blog has been free of vague meanderings and lack-of-love induced laments) I have been wondering about some unsolicited romantic advice. The tip was unasked for AND unwelcome as I took it to be both an accusation and an insult.

To be short it was proposed that I find a potential mate on-line. Much as I like and enjoy my 'connection' with W3 I made it perfectly clear that I prefered my personal relationships to start in real life. And yet every now and then I hear arguments in favour of the suggestion, and never any against.

It is true that I might enjoy a somebody to share my life with but I resent the implicit message that I MUST HAVE a partner to appeciate life to the fullest, even more it annoys me that I am considered to awkward to meet people through day-to-day interaction - even though this is probably true. Since I have given up the wish and hope for a child of my own, I'm in no hurry to lose whatever freedom I have left.

A sunday morning ritual

Rather by surprised I was invited (read: dragged) to join some friends of mine to watch some other friends of mine play football (read: soccer). The weather being the inpredictable mix of cold bright sunshine and faint grey drizzle that is become the stereotype meteorological state in this part of Europe, the other supporters being mostly those former football players still shunning the family life, the tavern/cafeteria being no more no les than what may be expected; reasonably priced, average amount of choice in cheap alcoholic, warm and children friendly beverages, some salt and sweet munchies and after the match fried snacks. Life might get a lot better than this, but it is as pleasurable a way of spending time doing nothing than any other.

For a very special girl...

I know it's not your favourite artist but I daresay you appreciate the effort. Best wishes and all my love.

A season for socks

Not the first Augustian sub- 25°C warm day, not the first drizzle of September, not even the rougher than appreciated wind that welcomed October had me dress in what other people might call season-appropriate attire. But I can't hold out forever so today for the first time in what the squeemish among my friends and house mates already call winter I donned socks and shoes to venture outdoors. My pink and wriggly toes are having some difficulty adjusting to the dark but I feel confident that they prefer the blackness to cold (and pebbles)

This may or may not apply to several friends and acquaintances of mine. I fear my graph would say 'Panic' and only that.

Rituals- A cosmetics brand

When finally we three ( a well defined group of girls) got to meet again, we had a lovely pumpkin risotto, a good talk, some great laughs. And more in particular I got a belated birthday present. I do not want to overadvertise so you'll just have to click the link, but in fact I'd advice you don't because the website is hideous.



I adore the moisterising hand balm though.

Happy Birthday - episode 26

A great advantage of blogging is that I may be certain to be the first to wish myself a happy birthday. In case you have not received the gazillion e-mails that I wrote upon the subject: you are eihter e-mailless or not invited.

Lapsus

It is better not to confuse a room mate with a mating room.

What I can't say face to face.

No amount of sorry may do.

I'm not even really certain any sort of sorry is in order. But for the umpthyfirst time I feel like having majorly screwed up. And I know that you know that I really didn't mean to hurt you, but ever complaining about the complete lack of respect for my disposition by others, it is all the worse for me to not show any consideration for your feelings.

If there is any apology I may offer,... ask.

The unknown phone-number

Now that I have finally learned how to live a life of my own, on my own, without being entirely miserable it seems some unknown life force is bent on making me fall in love again.

How else does one explain the apparition of a telephone number of, if I am not mistaken, a very new acquaintance off whom a majority of mutual friends claims that a-said person might possibly be more than an indifferent acquaintance, should I put my mind to it, that afore was not there and that I did not acquire myself?

Either life is dropping me serious hints or one of my housemates is messing with my cell phone.

To boldly go where I never went before.

A lunch-break idea of mine. Will fixing a donation to the CouchSurfing project. I thought: 'Hey, why haven't I ever surfed a couch?' And then I remembered I got a Go-Pass (ten rides pass for the Belgian Railway Company for people under 26) from my parents for Christmas. Those two combined might land me some very cheap little holidays in my own country and an opportunity to meet a lot of like-minded interesting people. So why don't I get to it?

Here is the plan;

• Search for 3 or 4 hosts in my age category in 12 or so major cities in Belgium


• Write them with information about me and my little project


• Have a packed suitcase* ready.

And that's it. And now that my friends are informed ; let's get busy!

* medium backpack containing: fresh underwear and fresh socks, t-shirt and/or sweater depending on the season, minimum toileteries kit, little present for host, small knitting or crochet project, a book, purse with life essentials,

Happy Birthday -bis

Not for the world would I have dared stealing a present and honour of my beloved Shirahime, but since the another loved one has decide not te be near when he turns 25, a little 'Congrats!'-sout-out is in order. Hence:

Happy Birthday Martinito!

A Very Happy Birthday

You never to fail check my on-line updates, you never deny me your support when I'm having a though time, the very fact that you are alive in this world and ready to comfort when that would be neccesary comforts me more then you may imagine and that you never ever have trouble understanding my every worry, fear, unrest or anxiety is something none can demand from even a closest friend and yet you do it. I should tell you much more often how much you mean to me.

Sweet?

I love candy.

This is hardly a shocking confession. In so far that something thus pubicly known may even count as a confession. After the discovery of several generous amounts of breathfresheing mints, I found yesterday under my pillow an obscene amount of sticky fruit gums and sour bears.

I truly love and adore these candies. And I love even more being surprised, which makes it very hard for me to be angry with the generous giver.

However if (s)he is reading this: your killing my current waist and I have some very special clothing to fit into come september. Please surprise me with vegetable treats and low-fat dipping sauce in the future.

Does not compute

Of all the things I'd thought I'd never say, the following might not even have been on the list for reasons of inconceivability, but...

"I wish there were more guys just like you"


Editors note: This was once again purposely and sufficiently vague so as to keep most people wondering. I can't say more, because it does simply not compute.

I <3 you

I heart you. Oh yes I do.

I heart you, you , you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you*, you, and you. All of you. And don't ask why I say '<3'.

The word 'like' does not do you justice. The word 'love' is overused and hence meaningless. And you do mean a lot to me.


*I do not long for you, I do not lust for you, I don't go mad with desire for you, I don't need or want you but you have a place in my heart.