Twee zachte armen om me heen....*

It has been for the first time in a very long time that last night I have wanted a boy/girlfriend regardles of being in love (which I am by the way but more on this subject later).

Not because it is what family and society alike seem to expect of me.

Not because I think a partner-for-life is essential for my happiness.

Not because I'm utterly sex-crazed from the withdrawal of physical attention.

But because it would be so nice to be able to say "Hold me for a while" without the immediate need for an explanation.

ANd I really don't feel like explaining. I only makes me tremble with anger. An negative loop that I need to get out of.

*two soft arms around me, a reference to a well-know dutch claasic about the solitude of a pestered misunderstood boy whose father is a sea

Jerome

Un-notice the garage and mind the basket that I installed myself.

Needless to say I'm very pleased with my new bike, though not so much with the name.

Jump Up Jump Up and...

... get down. But not so fast.

Another long overdue update on the view from our kitchen. Feel free to come over, put on your bouncing shoes and hop around.

Lip Balm - the 2010 list

Long overdue. And a mere shadow of the day the list lasted 50+ items.

1. Hema 1/7 pearly gold lip balm
2. Hema lipcare Raspberry
3. Hema lipcare Strawberry
4. Hema lipcare Cherry
5. Hema lipcare Parelroze
6. Hema lipcare lip rescue cream
   
7. Jelly Belly Very Cherry
8. Jelly Belly French Vanilla
9. Glossy & Shine Lipstick
10. Carmex click stick lip balm
    
11. Claire's Cherry Lip Balm
12. Lipsmacker Red Raspberry
13. Lipsmacker Marshmallow
14. Lipsmacker Party Berry
15. Lipsmacker Magical Melon
16. Lipsmacker Spun Sugar Shine
17. Lipsmacker Cool Raspberry Ice
18. Lipsmacker Berry Heavenly
19. Bellvita Peach Lipbalm
20. Bellvita Blackberry Lipbalm
21. Bellvita Strawberry Lipbalm
22. Bellvita Vanilla Lipbalm
23. Bellvita Apple Lipbalm
24. Bodyshop YES YES YES! Tantalising Lip Butter
25. Bodyshop Mint Lip Care Stick
26. Kruidvat Lippenbalsem Rose
27. Kruidvat Lippenbalsem Kamille & Echinacea
28. Labello SOS Lip Balm
29. Labello Vitamin-Power Lip Care
30. L' Occitane Pure Shea Butter
31. Biocur Lip Shine
32. Beeswax Mint Lip Balm
33. Casuelle CocoaButter
34. Marks & Spencer Lip Care
35. Dr. Hauschka Soin des Lèvres
    

Residence Wishlist

I never fail to be inspire by my fellow bloggers; so after reading this, I thought it was time to make up my own wishlist.

In case of moving from my present 'home' I will look for the following.


- low maintainance bathroom, fully tiled
- 4 bedrooms
- a garden, however tiny
- a spacious living room
- closeness to public transport
- fully equiped kitchen
- an attractive attic

I dare you

Dear whoever,

Since you are so very fond of hiding un der my pillow all sorts of objects ranging from live plants to fabric softener, why not hide yourself in my bed? Some comfort I can do with, mystery imposed on me I'd rather have not.

Love

A thousand tunes and colours

As I walked to work this morning I felt like a thousand sond humming, but now that I have a tool for textprocessing at my disposal not a single line of lyric pops up. My just reward I suppose for being ever so preoccupied.

In fact this wasn't going to be about music but about painting, I've finally enrolled in a 10-hours a week course and I'm thrilled. Positively thrilled AND excited.

I hope that as always this blog will not slow down under my new activities but instead that the development of one sort of creativity may spur my creative writing onwards to equal or higher heights.

note to self: You are indeed in need of more practice in writing also; this English of yours is abominable.

I scream for Ice Cream

I looked very much forward to that meeting/date and still ... the only feeling is that of despair. I suppose this will teach me not to get my hopes up.

How to be happy.

For a future reference: Read the Fucking Manual!

And also; bake! Pie- if ingrdients galore. Cake- when ingredients are scarce. Bread- when your knuckles are in need of punching something very hard and repeatedly.

The knitting season

Two weeks of summer holiday left; which usually triggers in me a deep deep deep longing for autumn, a lust closely combined with the craving for comfort and coziness. On the list of things that I look forward to in autumn; such as my birthday, hot chocolate, pumpkin soup, long evenings cuddled up in the sofa with a book, ... one feature most prominently; not because it is by far the most fun to do, but because it combines fun with the appearance of doing something actually usefull: KNITTING!

I have not made so very many people happy with my craftings, not so many as I would like but I have yet to learn ceasing the quest for cheap wool and easy-enough patterns.

...<3 mints

I like mints. In fact I love them. But does that really mean people can hide them under my pillow, unpunished?

I don't think so.

Typewriter

The near mirror-image of my latest write-related acquisition: Paul Desmond Newman. A Type-writer as you may have guessed.

GF- Final Day

And I was there! But alas not a single photo to prove it because the cable for my digital camera only arrived today :-(

Ah.

Sigh.

What can I say? I loved it. Among many many many things I could not have imagined a year ago, yesterday was a day I can hardly believe having happened even still. (< This cannot be a correct English sentence, please correct me. I need your attention.)

I took a half-day of sick leave to spend an afternoon drinking my new favourite beer at the Sint-Veerle Square watching/listening to a coverband-wannabe-cabaret artists of such low level the horror I felt might have made me sick hadn't I been pretending to be sick in the first place.

And don't you think I was a good girl and went home straight afterwards. I had a lovely supper at a Turkisch restaurant, helped a friend of a friend finish his drinking coupons at Bataclan III, went to Baudelo park and swung my hips for a good half hour.

Had I not realised I forgot my keys IN the house when I was nearly at the house, the above might have made for a pretty nice day in the life of M.

Ominous Cake

Sometimes you do things, take action without there being a direct need or cause. And then a few moments later it seems your actions were exactly what needed to be done. (Vague vague vague)

For example; although I felt quite well when I came home yesterday, I baked. For no apparent reason. But the reason presented itself a few hours later and though I have learned to cope with this specific type of bad news*, I was still very happy to have nutritional comfort too.


Left-Over Muesli Cake

- one reasonably sized jar of your favourite jam
- 2 or 3 jars of selfrising flour
- 4 small eggs (or 3 big ones)
- 1 jars of muesli or crushed cornflakes
- a spoonful of rosewater


Mix all ingrediënts. Poor in buttered and floured oven-proof vessel. Heat at 180°C for about 35 minutes.


Enjoy with chocolate sauce.


* If you don't know what this means, then you don't need to know.

Still <3'ing

Off late I seem to make a lot of Twitter-statements starting with '<3'. As i can't possibly keep this up without boring my entourage out of their wits I've created a little list below so you can keep track of the things I've enjoyed/loved in the past few weeks, without having to wait for yet another twitter update.

• you
• shopping
• foot scrubs
• facial scrubs
• broccoli soup
• plum cloured high heelel peep-toe'd shoes
• underskirt
• restful nights
• hotpants
• sunshine
• reading
• my D&D 4th edition core rulebooks
• being invited for lunch
• Ugly betty
• feeling beautiful
• whistling
• Lapsang Souchon tea

Rosemary

True enough the picture is somewhat inadequate. It doesn't do her justice, not by far. The pen that I bought and baptised 'Rosemary'. I have bored myself, my housemates and my friends to bits by telling just how wonderful and beautiful she is and truly I cannot say it enough. She feels like a dream. Writes like a dream. Whereas any quality pen may glide over the paper seemingly effortless like ships cut through calm seas, she floats over the blank pages like clouds drift accross the sky.

Have I mentioned I love her?

What a girl needs...?

Surely this can't be right. Readily I will accept the fact that not all my needs are met, but it is not as if I am downright miserable.

None of Your Needs Are Being Met

Needs not being met: Physiological, love, safety, esteem, and self-actualization needs While it may seem surprising to you, none of your core needs are being met. You are not getting enough fuel to keep you going, and it's hindering every aspect of your life. Go back to square one. Work on getting enough rest, eating right, and even exercising. To be happy and fulfilled, your physical needs like food and sleep need to be taken care of.

How Many of Your Needs Are Being Met?

One week worth of LM 33 (II)

A more apropriate title might be 'a fortnight at LM 33' because -as the clever reader undoubtedly has noticed- I skipped the weekly update last week. Oops.

Besides the cleanliness of our house-in absence of men that make a mess out of it. Only one other hippie house related - rather domestic -thought has struck me; why am I still the one doing the cooking?

Make no mistake, I love doing it, I propose it not half of the time but nearly daily, and it's not as if I mind doing the shopping. But still, why, in a house were 80% of it's inhabitants enjoys spending time in the kitchen, where everybody is home earlier then me, and all but one prefer company for dinner I alone cook so often for so many?

Are my housemates lazy? Or am I too competitive in being the über-cook in this house and everyone else simply incapable of disappointing me?

I <3 bubbles @ breakfast

For most people 'the holiday season' means two weeks before and after New Year. For me the holiday season starts around Easter. And for obvious reasons; Easter chimes the season of warm enough mornings to have meals on the terrace, it invites for waking up early, stroll in the countryside for bits and return hungry enough for an elaborate breakfast* which my parents fix without fail at every possibly festive occasion**.

* Champaign, fresh juice, home made toast and marmelade, farm yoghurt, dark chocolate, soft-boiled eggs, croissants with caramel cream,...

** Festive occasions being; 2 out of 3 children being home for the weekend, extremely sunny weather, the discovery of a mislaid bottle of bubbles or a lucky turn during our morning walking leading directly to a bakery, and so on.

Women on the verge of breaking down with laughter.

Consider 125 minutes of the following:

You may well imagine girls night was a succes. And it would have been even without a movie. The starter bubbles were perfect, the main course delicious, the brownie too dark, too crumbly, too sweet and way too good not to eat at least two bites too many. Life can be sweet.