Browni-ism: the religion of comfortfood

Make any suggestion to me, anything at all, you may count on it that I'm crazy enough to think it's a good idea.

As such I have joined/founded a new religion and here are its commandments:

1. Thou shalt eat chocolate.
2. Thou shalt drink alcohol.
3. Thou shalt bake cake and pie.
4. Thou shalt forswear rom-com.
5. Thou shalt be free to cry whenever you bloody like.
6. Thou shalt support thine sisters who suffer as you do.
7. Thou shalt not speak highly of men.
8. Thou shalt look good, feel good, be good.

Very hardcore followers are welcome to also adopt the Ninth commandment: Thou shalt involve in lesbian sex. As it turns out that lesbian sex is highly lust triggering to men it is not wholly orthodox.

Edit: Just so that it may be clear: the fourth commandment means that all followers on pain of ex-communication will abstain from reading, writing, seeing and listening to any form of art whatsoever that proposes the one man-one woman happy ever after relationship as the only means of leading a fulfilling and worthwhile life (be it prose, poetry, drama, film, opera, architecture, performance, music, painting or any form of expression that I may have overlooked).

Edit #2: As suggested in the comments; Commandment n° 10. Thou shalt not impose hierarchy. Which means Browni-ists shall comfort all that are fed up with men. Unless they're gay because a) they're men themselves b) they understand women but c) are not available hence making them the worst kind of men alive. And also that being dumped by 5 billion men gives you any more right to be pitied (au contraire if you've been dumped by 5 billion men you're downright stupid you could have known after being dumped once that men are no good safe as sperm donors) or that baking more and better chocolate pies means you can dictate others how to deal with their grief.

a first time for everything

And do consider this as one of those. My first time knowingly typing a post that will be widely* read while intoxicated. I know I had better not, but I must.
I was at this party today, and I drunk just a twinge too much but heck how would you feel being in one (tiny) room with at least one of more than one man around whom your universe has circled the past ten months? (Plus I'm having mood swings, being drunk agrees with me)

Anyway, as far as I am a reader of body language and a picker up on not so well hidden but at the same time possibly meaningless hints, there seems to be the thing that some people think ie the boy I have spent too much typing on already, that I'm actually still in love (which I am, much to my distress) with him. Which is not like really the case as for the past 6 to 7 months I have come to feel an ardent passion for someone else ( and he knows and no I'm not going to drop any more hints because it bloody freaking obvious already).

Once again I can but ask for your patience. I do know he (the much adored) loves me not. I know he (the maybe once much adored but I can't really remember) loves me also not but thinks I love him still (or at least that's my not so sober analysis) and that kind of bugs me because I think we could be friends in an alternate universe probably but still friends, not awkward.

* widely enough for me to get my point across

Curves

Your Waist to Hip Ratio is 1.0

You are quite curvy. Most clothes look great on you.

How Curvy Are You?

And we all know how true that is. Bloody stupid tests.

Virtual Zoo: an update

Nothing spectacular; just a white-grey-light blue horse called Slecht-weer-vandaag. Check on the left -yes yes THAT left- for a closer look or to feed her apples.

Simon says

To someone in particular:




but that doesn't mean it's true. I say screw simon, you rock!

Failed

As expected I failed everything. And yes, I am telling/writing/saying this in a very matter of fact tone. What do I really care about school results? What would you care about Grammar or History or Religion or Literature or Vocabulary, if your heart were broken, your spirit dead and the will to live on a semi-permanent holiday?

Check back tomorrow and read how cooking for two rascals, knitting, sipping tea and figuring out my new weekly schedule has cheered me up. You know how I drift between very up to very down in seconds.

And if the unthinkable happens, should I still be miserable 24hrs from now, forgive me, put up with it, bear it as best you can, love or like me no less for it. I ask a lot but I tend to think I deserve it (their goes my therapist's theory of low self esteem, I do so love proving people wrong).

Edit: So maybe I should not have overly depressing stated I failed everything when I didn't even have all my results yet. which means I passed one out of three. Yooiee or maybe not whatever.

What does it mean to be Bruce?

What Bruce Means

B is for Bouncy R is for Relaxed U is for Unusual C is for Classy E is for Extreme

What Does Your Name Mean?

A handful of snow.

Sad as the death of a pet (see previous post) may render me, it's not enough to put me out entirely. Grieved I am, but it's nothing two inches of snow and Möbius band knitting patterns can't cure.

Don't trust strangers

Especially don't trust strangers with your child(ren). In an act of foolish trustingness I allowed a house mate to care for my beloved Ganesha for the period of 24hrs, she returned him nine years old and stone dead.

Hairy toes. I love hairy toes.

Sometimes these things bump into your head. Those of my readers who are acquainted with this book, will maybe recognise the title of this post. Question of the day; are hairy toes sexy?

Waltz

Very very very early this morning, I was asked for a waltz. A twitch short of 'My lady, may I have this dance?' but still standing up, bowing slightly forward, reaching me a hand, an inquisitive look on the face, a kiss on the hand afterwards and no reproach whatsoever for ruining his ballroom dance enjoyment by trampling his feet like a herd of mad elephants. Had I worn a gown, a dress, a skirt even, I'd have felt like a princess.

But I guess it only goes to show that if you show enough cleavage, any man can turn into a gentleman.

Jamie Bamber

My love coach cannot but agree that it's high time for a new 'crush' pic. And don't you think this guy looks damn good? Not my type but eye candy just the same.

Nicholas

I had a not so bad day today, getting used to my new electronic toy ie a digital camera which I've baptised Nicholas. For obvious reasons I can't blog a picture but rest assured that from now forth more pictures of my daily life will appear.

As I said today wasn't too bad, a knitting club gathering, a terrific meal, a new toy to play around with, and an AAAA&A gathering tomorrow to look forward to. But the bad part is when I have to walk home alone and it's probably not even ten minutes but it helps remind me how alone I am with no one to call. Just my luck to run out of telephone credit.

Yevgueni

Lest I am run over by a truck, hit by a meteor or decide to put a bullet through my brain, I'll be attending a concert of these guys in six hours. And of course there's a youtbue clip. But I promise it's the last one (for today and maybe even this week).

Kvraagetaan: the lyrics and a youtube clip

Google Analytics teaches me that 40% of the people that find my blog through a google search, were looking for lyrics for Kvraagetaan. Though I am not known for my empathy, disappointing so many people I don't even know seems rather cruel. Here you go: Lyrics.

kvraagetaan

makkik binnen makkik binnen om een lieke te beginnen
over de dinges die kik mij ammaal herinner
uit de goeien ouwen tijd
van rekenen en vlijt
een leven zonder zorgen ambitie of spijt
heelder dagen gaan sjotten
voor den donkere thuis
alleen maar wa ravotten
en t school daar kwam niks van in huis
drei keer durven was doen
maskes plagen liefde vragen
en al wa ge zegt da waarde zelf
me uw broek in den helft
het was zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel as ik vraag het aan

kvraagetaan

er was nog gene gsm gene vtm
en niemand die hannibal of murdock wilde zen
rons honeymoon carolientje merlina met de parafix
en voerdes was er niks
we mochten niks mor dejen alles
urbanus was nen held
ons pa diejen oj nog haar en we telden al ons geld veur de kermis
showen in de boksauto’s
outrun in plaats van onze commodore
er waren geen cd’s geen mp3’s
alleen mor wa cassetjes
en buurman wa doet u nu
veur ons allereerste tetjes
het was zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel as ik vraag het aan

kvraagetaan

derde couplet potteke potteke potteke vet
de g’ed al honderd was men eerste brevet
’t songfestival jeuj later naar bed
the reflex fl-fl-fl-flex op ons tennisracket
ja jonges we zagen het groot
we wieren ammel profvoetballer of piloot
en haten was nog geen nationale sport
alleen misschient die koteletten op ons bord
bivakpotsen sponsen broekskes karbonaaien
die knielappen die z’ aan ons broekskes wilden naaien
betsaksaai bettemakemaai
ik stop ermee wa is men schaai
het was zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel ammaal
zo simpel as ik vraag het aan

kvraagetaan

And just for the heck of it, another youtubeclip.

2007: the first month

What can I say, as far as lip balm and tea go, I'm doing fine with my resolutions. The rest is a mess.
A mess I tell you.

But I must not forget myself. People come by here. And they may not want to know.

12 Days of christmas

It is unthinkable that my Indologist friends* would not want to see this so what can I do but blog it?



* especially since I'm usually welcome to borrow their kitchen facilities and they even text message me to let me know a band I like is on the air

WANTED

Job as columnist.

Reason: Next to jail keeper* the only thing I'd be good at professionally.

Qualifications:

• Can read and write
• Can type a little
• Have an opinion of my own
• Have a sense of humor
• Am still alive

Interests:

• Unpopular school subjects
  
• Books
• Getting paid extremely well

Very good at:

• Being miserable and heart broken
• Cooking from scraps
• Knitting scarfs
• Cheering down
• Getting lost
• Driving cars against trees
  

* As the abuse of inmates is now frowned upon this profession ceases to be attractive as a full-time employment.

A dayful of poems

Where I live, every last thursday of January is Poetry Day. My life has been but little poetic lately but here's one to cheer those around me down.

To live and love
to love and live
to live to love
to love to live.
It's never me.
To love and hate
to hate and love
to love to hate
to hate to love.
That's me completely.

My fine is $60

Found it here and thought it was cool. It doesn't look much $60 but it's a lot more than I thought it would be. Guess I'm not young, innocent and pure anymore.

Here’s how it works: You don’t have to confess your answers, just the amount of your fine. (Not per incident!) Tally up your score and post it on your blog with the title… "My Fine Is…”

Smoked pot — $10
Did acid — $5
Ever had sex at church — $25
Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you — $40
Had sex with someone on MySpace — $25
Had sex for money — $100
Vandalized something — $20
Had sex on your parents’ bed — $10
Beat up someone — $20
Been jumped — $10
Crossed dressed — $10
Given money to stripper — $25
Been in love with a stripper — $20
Kissed some one who’s name you didn’t know — $0.10
Hit on some one of the same sex while at work — $15
Ever drive drunk — $20
Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk — $50
Used toys while having sex — $30
Got drunk, passed out and don’t remember the night before — $20
Went skinny dipping — $5
Had sex in a pool — $20
Kissed someone of the same sex — $10
Had sex with someone of the same sex — $20
Cheated on your significant other — $10
Masturbated — $10
Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend — $20
Done oral — $5
Got oral — $5
Done/got oral in a car while it was moving — $25
Stole something — $10
Had sex with someone in jail — $25
Made a nasty home video — $15
Had a threesome — $50
Had sex in the wild — $20
Been in the same room while someone was having sex — $25
Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars — $20
Had sex with someone 10 years older — $20
Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 — $25
Been in love with two people or more at the same time — $50
Said you love someone but didn’t mean it — $25
Went streaking — $5
Went streaking in broad daylight — $15
Been arrested — $5
Spent time in jail — $15
Peed in the pool — $0.50
Played spin the bottle — $5
Done something you regret — $20
Had sex with your best friend — $20
Had sex with someone you work with at work — $25
Had anal sex — $80
Lied to your mate — $5
Lied to your mate about the sex being good — $25

"... but I'll burn a candle for you in my heart."

That's what she said, and made an already made day even better. Already made because some three hours earlier someone came into the world of desperately- trying- to- stuff- the- knowledge- I- should- have- gathered- during- occasional- study- hours- in- autumn- when- there- was- light- and- time- aplenty- instead- of- knitting- ten- billion- scarfs- nobody- needs moi to hand a Tupperware item back and strew love, encouragement, inspiration and chocolate candy all around*.

* all around me, my books and two other lucky students seated a few tables away

How it works

I don't think you need the purple button though.

De Fixkes

Previously, I have told you, that here about I learned of their existence and now I am proud to announce some footage, better known as a youtube clip. Of course the quality sucks but hey these guys are good, don't watch this youtube thing all the time. Buy a cd. Heck I don't even know if they've already made one.

Oelay

It took me one week to find her on-line. And now I will never let her out of my sight again. *Waves frantically in direction of aforementioned.*

Here's a link. Or here. And here. And also here.

Lip Balm - part four

I have sworn on my mother's grave or rather I would have but she's still among the living, to abstain from all lip balm purchases untill I learned HERE that there are people with more lip balm than I have. Well, surely I can't let that happen.

What book I am

This I can so so so live with.

You're Watership Down!

by Richard Adams

Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Simpson personality

This I can live with.

You Are Marge Simpson

You're a devoted family member who loves unconditionally. Sometimes, though, you dream about living a wild secret life! You will be remembered for: your good cooking and evading the police Your life philosophy: "You should listen to your heart, and not the voices in your head."

The Simpsons Personality Test

The Free Lands of Scriptores

This happens when you get bored; you create your own country. Should you wonder about the name, 'Bruce' wasn't available as somebody already named his country like that. Probably a younger version of myself but to heck with it, scriptores comes close enough to describing me.

January 18

I'm 22 and 4 months today.

Life sucks.

I had one meal today and way too much chocolate.

I didn't study. I did rummage through a book or two, scribbled on pages, even picked up course notes but I didn't learn anything.

I've wasted a day.

I still don't know weither I'm in love or not.

I had a brilliant idea for the project, unfortunately it happened while I was doing 5 minutes of worthwhile work so I didn't write it down and now I forgot what is was.

I've started my fourth thermos of tea. Or cup number nine.

I have drunk three sorts of tea so far today; Fennel, Caraïbes and Blueberry.

I felt like blogging because it's a great anti-anger therapy but I'm too passive today to have a rant so maybe I had better picked up some knitting. Too bad I don't have my needles and knitting wool here, I could have finished my venom green sweater with all the anger inside me.

As I type Tulsa has come on a visit, dropped off a present (The Body Shop muscle rub cream, which I actually already had bought for myself not two weeks ago) and is now sipping tea and eating pesto sandwiches (my pesto, my goat cheese, my bread, my idea). Time to get rid of her.

iBalm

This* sounds like the best idea ever, too bad anybody who could possibly make it will be a geeky, unfashionable, technology obsessed pig oblivious of a-woman-of-the-world's needs. Bah.



* I know the colour difference between text and links isn't very big so just click 'this' and you'll be taken to were all is explained.

Newsflash #1001

The regular visitor doesn't need newsflashes but for the benefit of the occasional or random readers they may be helpful. I've deleted some posts about two electronic pets of mine, mainly because I think it's rather boring to read and write about my incompetence of keeping them alive for more than 5 days. one of the tamagotchi's has been handed over to Beibei and the other one is now called Leopold and 5 hours old. Oh and I have made a Google Analetics account so from now on I'll know who reads this, how you got here and how many times you return. well that's what I'd like to know, nonetheless I'm one tiny step closer to knowing it all.

Alias

In my defense: it's exam time and the ways of entertaining myself are limited to cleaning and stupid stuff on the internet.

Bruce Mo Canaumil's Aliases

Your movie star name: Crisp Gentil Your fashion designer name is Bruce Vienna Your socialite name is Mollywolly London Your fly girl / guy name is B Can Your detective name is Cat Spes Nostra Your barfly name is Sugar Mint Tequila Your soap opera name is Mo Terryn Your rock star name is Brownie Bullet Your Star Wars name is Brujef Canq Your punk rock band name is The Melancholy Scissor

The Amazing Meganame Generator

Happy?

You Are 24% Happy

You're not miserable, but you could stand to be a lot happier. Focus on what's right in the world, and you'll be happier than you ever thought possible.

How Happy Are You?

I'm 24% happy but not miserable well I'm just thrilled to hear that. If I have to be sarcastic then why do I take the test you wonder. Aha. Interesting point you have there. Because I don't really know, I feel well enough but not overjoyed.

Yesterday, while at the cosy home of the cooking coach and her love/boyfriend/winged horse and in the context of me making them happy with home brewed Porto, brownies and the prospect of knitting lessons, tea swap parties and more chocolate dessert, she asked me how they could possibly make me happy. I didn't answer the question. I just blushed and bade them goodbye. It's not because I had no idea what to answer. I could have said that they make me happy just welcoming me in and pouring me a cup of tea. I could have said that there are/were only four things* ( none of which are under her or aforementioned winged horse's control) that could have made me happier then I was at the moment before she asked. Through the weird logic of my mind notwithstanding the fact that asking was very touching and such the moment just after she asked I was miserable and an answer impossible.

* Just in case she pops by this blog; the short list of four in no particular order:

• Becoming an aunt: not unless you're serious about being adopted into my family
  
• Good results: in my hands only I fear and I'm doing a good job screwing up
• Become a millionaire: won't happen unless you win the lottery and give me all your winnings
• Mr. Way-Out-Of-My-League: well, . . . you have been known to cook for him so maybe if I dropped you a bottle of rohypnol and you accidentally slip it into his pumpkin soup?
  

Iraq

Dear friends,

I just took an action on the internet telling the new US Congress to
stop President Bush's plan to escalate the war in Iraq, and I thought
you might be interested. Please see the email below.

Subject: You Thought Iraq Could Not Get Worse

Dear friends,

Just when we thought the war in Iraq couldn't get any worse - it has.
Last
night, President Bush rejected reality, spurned the American people's
verdict, and announced his new policy: MILITARY ESCALATION IN IRAQ.

The good news is that the newly elected United States Congress can stop
this madness. We're launching an immediate campaign to let the Congress
hear from global voices - placing an ad with the number of signatures to
our petition in "Roll Call", an influential political paper sent to
every
member of the US Congress. Click below to see the ad, and sign the
petition:

http://www.avaaz.org/en/iraq_campaign_jan_2007/

With hope,

Ricken, Paul, Tom, Rachel, Galit, Lee-Sean and the rest of the
Avaaz.org Team

Ramsey Nasr II

I thought about posting one of aforementiond young man's poems but I wasn't sure about finding proper translations so I never even bothered looking. Tant pis for those of you that don't understand dutch but at least you'll see his cuteness in action.

Ramsey Nasr

It's been a while since I provided the female visitors of my blog with some eye candy (I apologise for the term towards the male visitors but they are the words of the love coach and the love coach cannot be wrong). So here is an actor, director and poet who has everything to commend himself- unkept dark curly hair, three day beard, sexy voice, a talent with words, an argumented opinion of his own- safe being part dutch and living in Antwerp.

Nick Cave

Two long-time favourites of mine, quality is of course lousy but I'm too lazy to look for better and anyway I have to study. If you need better quality buy a cd or something.

2007: the resolutions

The year is a week old today so it is about time that I post my resolutions. Half of them start with not so I should have an easy time not doing a lot.

• write more
• sleep less
• exercise more
• worry less
• call my friends more
• end the year with less lip balm then I started it with
  
• be serious about the project
  
• stop being I-don't-know-weither-I'm-in-love-or-not with Mr. Way-out-of-my-league
• not fall in love with every dark haired man I meet
• not fall in love with any other man
• not eat junk
• not start smoking
• not under any circumstance buy tea even if it means drinking coffee in the morning
  
• maybe stop drinking again

Lip Balm - part three

# The Body Shop lip butter sweet grape
# The Body Shop cranberry lip balm
# The Body Shop born lippy watermelon
# The Body Shop born lippy raspberry
# The body Shop honey lip care SPF 15
# The Body Shop hemp lip conditioner
# Pop tarts frosted cherry lip balm
# Pop tarts frosted blueberry lip balm
# Lip naturals herbal formula bing cherry SPF 15
# Hema 1/7 pearly gold lip balm
# Hema lipcare Raspberry
# Hema lipcare Strawberry
# Hema lipcare Cherry
# Miss Helen Fruity Lipbalm Strawberry
# Yves Rocher Baume hydratant a l'extrait de raisin
# Yver Rocher Baume nourrisant a l'huile d' amande
# Dirty Girl On The Go raspberry SPF 15
# Yves Rocher Jardins des Îles Baume hydratant vanille de Madagascar
# Yves Rocher baume nourrissant édition de noël
# Carmex click stick lip balm
# Jelly Belly Grape Jelly
# Jelly Belly Very Cherry
# Jelly Belly French Vanilla
# Sweetarts Blue Punch
# Sweetarts Green Apple
# Sweetarts Lemon
# Sweetarts Orange
# Sweetarts Cherry
# Sweetarts Grape
# Lipsmacker Fanta strawberry
# Lipsmacker Fanta orange
# Lipsmacker Fanta grape
# Lipsmacker Coca-Cola Black Cherry Vanilla
# Lipsmacker Coca-Cola Cherry
# Lipsmacker Barq's

Tea - part four

1. Twinings English Breakfast pads
2. Twinings English Breakfast bags
3. Twinings Ceylon orange Pekoe bag
4. Twinings Lady Grey bags
5. Twinings Earl Grey bags
6. Twinings Cherry bags
7. Twinings Lemon bags
8. Twinings Vanilla bags
9. Twinings Passion Fruit, Mango & Orange bags
10. Twinings Blackcurrant bags
    
11. Slovak Herbal Tea loose tea brand-less
12. Beijing Iris Wen Gui Jia loose
    
13. Beijing Iris Hang Ju Hua loose
14. Beijing Iris Wen Gui Jia bags
15. Javana Jasmin Tea loose
16. Lipton Morocco pyramids
17. Lipton White Tea pyramids
18. Lipton Andalusia pyramids
19. Lipton Caraïbes pyramids
    
20. Lipton Blue Fruit Tea bags
21. Lipton Liquorice-Mint bags
22. Lipton Orange-Lemon bags
23. Lipton Mint bags
24. Lipton Til bags
25. Lipton Til- Mint bags
26. Lipton Camomille bags
27. Lipton Liquorice bags
28. Lipton Rose-hip/Raspberry bags
    
29. Lipton Soft Cashmere loose
30. Lipton Himalayan Sunrise loose
    
31. Oxfam Fairtrade Bio green tea loose
32. Oxfam Fairtrade Lemon bags
33. Oxfam Fairtrade Rooibos bags
    
34. Meßmer Schwarzer Tee Wildkirsche bags
35. Kruidvat Evening Mix bags
36. Kruidvat Respiratory bags
37. Kruidvat Night-rest bags
38. Kruidvat Fennel bags
39. Kruidvat Rooibos-Honey bags
    
40. Albert Heijn Forest Fruit bags
41. Albert Heijn Mint bags
42. Albert Heijn Blueberry bags
43. Zonnatura Herbal Tea Rooibos bags
    
44. Delhaize Nettle bags
45. Delhaize Green Tea bags
46. Delhaize Raspberry bags
47. Delhaize Lime-Honey bags
    
48. Delhaize Apple-Rhubarb bags
49. Celestial Seasonings Cranberry Apple Zinger pads
    
50. Celestial Seasonings Mandarin Orange Spice pads
    
51. Celestial Seasonings Sleepytime pads
52. Celestial Seasonings Wild Berry Zinger pads
    
53. Celestial Seasonings Chamomile pads
54. Celestial Seasonings Lemon Zinger pads
55. Celestial Seasonings Peppermint pads
56. Celestial Seasonings Raspberry Zinger pads
57. Celestial Seasonings Black Cherry Berry pads
58. Celestial Seasonings Country Peach Passion pads
59. Celestial Seasonings Tangerine Orange Zinger pads
    

2007: the presents

• hairclip
• pluche eeyore (will be referred to as Jefke)
• cinéma tickets
• bathing oil
• a railway station lookalike clock
• pluche keychain Teekitiezie
• keychain necklace
• shoulder bag
• bathing set ( salt, soap, oil, cream)
• The Body Shop gift coupon
• finger puppet
• gloves
• ring and matching necklace
• a set of three lipbalms

Biggest surprise: the silver hairclip; cute, early and totally unexpected.
Favourite gift: Jefke, but that shouldn't be surprising since I got him from my favourite cousin.
Biggest disappointment: not getting any books.

Not Saddam though

You are the Hanged Man

Self-sacrifice, Sacrifice, Devotion, Bound.

With the Hanged man there is often a sense of fatalism, waiting for something to happen. Or a fear of
loss from a situation, rather than gain.

The Hanged Man is perhaps the most fascinating card in the deck. It reflects the story of Odin who offered himself as a sacrifice in order to gain knowledge. Hanging from the world tree, wounded by a spear, given no bread or mead, he hung for nine days. On the last day, he saw on the ground runes that had fallen from the tree, understood their meaning, and, coming down, scooped them up for his own. All knowledge is to be found in these runes.

The Hanged Man, in similar fashion, is a card about suspension, not life or death. It signifies selflessness, sacrifice and prophecy. You make yourself vulnerable and in doing so, gain illumination. You see the world differently, with almost mystical insights.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

Done Shopping

Nothing better after an evening out to take a little stroll along the water, come home, turn on the computer and see that somebody left a message. I consider this a hint to get on with the posting of lists so here's the first one; everything I bought during the sales. I should add so far but I'll be behind my desk from now on.

• sleeveless turtleneck top, white
• velvetty pants, dark chocolate brown
• V-neck sweater, brick orange
• V-neck sweater, fragile pink
• flat ballerina's, black
• highheeled boots with laces, dark chocolate brown
• leather gloves, yellow
• bathsponge, old rose
• lipgloss, red kiss
• lipgloss, cool pink
• toilet bag, pink with snoopy print
• nail polish, american white
• body souffle
• 2 barretes, gold
• 2 hair clips, gold and silver
• wool, petrol green
• eyelash curler
• notepad
• mini-purse, light blue with petit prince print
• electronic pets on keychain, red and green
• glitter gel pens, green and dark pink
  
• stationary, dolphin print
  
• papaya body mist
• muscle rub cream
• papaya home fragrance oil
• moonflower home fragrance oil
  

A list of lists

I don't really feel like making all the lists I've been planning to today so I 'm starting of calmly with a list of the lists you can be expecting in the coming week.

• new year's resolutions
• updates on the list of lipbalms (prepare to be shocked)
• updates on the list of tea (nothing major)
• presents received
• stuff bought in the sales

it's just a short list but the ones coming are long enough so...

The Book Game

When I'm bored or pretend to be because there's nothing else I want to be doing, I get on-line and hit the next blog button. As I was doing so just now, I came accross this blog and read the post for december 30, 2006. In which I read the following instructions:

The Book Game.

Here are the rules

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next four sentences on your blog, along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that “cool” or “intellectual” book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest!

Here are my sentences: "No grounds whatsoever. I'm playing my hunches. There's got to be a catch. I've felt that the whole time I've been talking to you. Like there's a hook somewhere. Call it sixth sense."

I know I typed six instead of the requested four sentences but now the quote is a complete one. And since I'm in a generous mood the first person who can tell me (in irl) from which book the quote is may join me for a small cup of mexican chocolatemilk at the chocolatebar.

Rant II

a rant comes with a picture and as they speak louder than words here's one that I hope screams out, bastards they are not all of them but most I have wondered who'd ruin my last day of the year and I had better not for they are a multitude all of which are from the male conviction and I hate them and hate them and hate them every human being is entitled to his/her opinion but excuse me for resenting the fact being called a frigid bitch a masocistic weirdo* a will-never-be, and those are just the insults of people hurt by my superior intelect** and then comes the prince in studded at the rims fashionably torn jeans pink tanktop and beercologne cheering me down with the one line that ruined 2007 already for me, in as far as I'm entitled to vanity, stupidity when it comes to accepting flattery as fact and birthright and a positive self-image I am ready to be admired however little it happens but being compared to a toothpick*** is not my idea of a compliment

* had I written this in full rage I would not have admitted it but fact is this might be true
** superior to theirs at any rate I don't claim geniusness
*** not of course a toothpick but a reputed beauty who has in my opinion all the talent beauty charisma and size of a spaghetti straw

2007: the changing

First day of the year. What can I say? Happy New Year?! I suppose that's appropriate. Please note my enthusiasm. A new rant is on it's way but I can't bring myself to it. Please check back in the near future for updates on recent heartbreaks and maybe also a ton of lists that I can't post yet because I've guaranteed you a list-free month between 4 December and 4 January.

Edit: To those close enough to know I miss them, love them, miss them more: Even in a crowded dance hall I am lonely without you, but I'm not complaining not being loved is bearable when I know that you are getting the love I'm missing.

Don't ask. And don't check the updates in the tea and lipbalm departement. Scarlet red my cheeks burn for I dare scarce admit it; I spend next to nothing when out shopping yesterday but what I did spend was on tea and lipbalm. *blushes to imitate colour of the people's flag*

Since I will spend the next four days in bed with a book don't expect updates. And if I don't see you:

Happy Christmas & Merry 2007

Radio

For many a month I have had a last.fm account. I signed up for one after having it seen at this nice young man's blog, but I never seemed to be able to make it work and after one or two unsuccessful attempts I gave it up. Not even the laudative words of my love coach could persuade me to give it another try. Until I was recently reminded of last.fm's existence on this young man's blog and I swore I would not rest before I had solved the issues.
If you can see my most recent tracks on the left that left, you may conclude that I have mastered the art of neglecting schoolwork in favour of utterly unimportant victories over modern technology.

Tea - part three

As a step towards buying not so much tea anymore I thought it might be a not so bad idea to consume less tea, making the purchase of aforementioned drink less necessary. Thus after drinking a pint and a half ( being one thermos) of black tea with forest berry flavouring this morning/early afternoon while reading a book* and two cups of lemongrass tea at a friends place where I found myself dropping of a present and sipping port, I decided to quench my evening thirsts with water. Alas for me, or rather the good girl inside me desirous to stick to resolutions, I came accross this (see below) message.

We’re sorry, but our database servers are currently overloaded. Please enjoy a quick cup of tea and then try refreshing this page.

* one I must read for my studies, nothing frivoulous

Virgo, December 21

Possibly the most unuseful horoscope in the thirteen years I read them.

Whether or not you are in the mood for love, you should go for romance today. Immerse yourself in sweet sentiment, and take a break from cold reality. And don't limit yourself to thinking of romance as applying only to love affairs. Instead, embrace the complete definition of the word 'romance' -- use music, poetry and film as vehicles to explore your heart and discover new ways of maneuvering through difficult days.

Therapeutic Writing II

The love coach hath said:

Therapeutic writing is good.

She hath also said that I must not look for meaning in every turn of speech. And she is very likely right. I can however but feel what I feel, see what I see, hear what I hear and think what I think, however idiotic and unreasonable. I am ready to accept, nay with all the reason I am capable of I do know that he loves me not and yet I will doubt and while doubting hope. Hope that maybe I misunderstood, hope that maybe he misunderstood and answered the wrong question, hope that he will/ has change(d) his mind, hope that all is not lost, hope that if he doesn't love he will at least not think of me unkindly or worse scorn me.

Therapeutic Writing I

It cannot be.
It will not be.
It shall not be.

Yet there is hope in my heart. The love coach will not like to hear it. He will read it and dislike the thought. And I? If only that I knew, I'd need not write in therapy.

The First Gift

I seldomly expect a gift back when I go out buying or stay in making gifts for friends; so when today a pretty and friendly girl offered me a small parcel when she came over to borrow my nail polish remover I was completely yet pleasantly surprised. I have but to thank my sports and alcoholcoach (for she it was that presented me with the first gift of the season) again for the hair clip, it will go very well with my masked ball outfit and the newfound joy in my life.

Jeff Buckley

I'm 22 years and three months today. And why not celebrate with chocolate chipped cookies, multiple cups of tea and a youtube clip of Jeff Buckley? And the best part is you can all enjoy the latter because every now and then I'm as friendly as everybody thinks I am.

Oops I did it again

I have been buying books. Enough to give me much pleasure and enjoyment the coming trying weeks, however by far too little to utterly ruin me. Since I promised no lists until January 4, I cannot tell you which they are and I find that very convenient as I am too lazy today to list them anyway.
I have also come into possession of four new sorts of tea, and one might scold me for extravaganza were it not that these infusions 'accidentally' slipped into the shopping cart when I was supervising the end-of-year dinner purchases.
Anyone believe I might be short on tea soon and wishes to contribute to my collection may check for the list of what I have here.

My Heart

You might think you know all about it by now. I sure do a poor job at hiding my feelings, and I'm not hiding them now.

My heart leaps, jumps, skips, beats and springs up when I walk my fixed routes through town. It flits, flots, floats, flirts and flies circles around the sun. I'm in love. With a man. One man (but in a way that I can bear it). And life.

Now all the task that is before me is to maintain this state of being for a year or two. By which time I hope to be heartbroken and sufficiently disappointed in life to write my award winning debut novel. 'tis but a dream I know. Tomorrow I shall be in love still but only with a man and I will be miserable again. As long as it lasts however I'll wear a smile upon my face.

The Devil wears Prada: A DVD Review

The devil wears Prada, and Chanel, and a whole bunch of other fashion designers that I might have heard off but refuse to let the names linger in my memory because I am too poor to afford their clothes and 15 pounds overweight to wear them. Note that I mention Prada because that happens to be the title and Chanel because you gotta love Chanel, no women is complete without it. *
Back to the film I'm reviewing. It's good. Well, it is and it isn't. It is because Anne Hathaway, Meryl Streep and Stanley Tucci are great, Ardrian Grenier is dead cute, and it's the perfect blend between a chickflick/romantic comedy and a fashion magazine. And it isn't because I'm too old for chickflicks, too melancholy or downright misanthropic for romantic comedies and because of aforementioned reasons I'm not suited for fashionvictimness.
In short did you miss something not seeing this in cinéma? No, the film is a lot better on a smaller screen. Must you buy this DVD? Well I can't force you. Why must you see this on DVD? Think, think, think; the Gagreel among the featurettes is kinda fun. And there's a 'deleted scene' where you get a shot of Adrian Grenier wearing very little clothes (still covered in bedsheets though)**.

That's all.


*possibly exaggerated but there are people I'd kill for these boots:

**Which I know my love coach will like to see so here's a picture:

On a quest for Elvis Costello: YouTube

not the best quality but I cannot help wanting to share two of my favourite artists


and here's Fiona Apple ( of whom I had never heard before today) singing an Elvis Costello favourite

Virgo, December 14

My horoscope for tomorrow and I dare admit I like the sound of one or two things.

Those closest to you have really come to depend on your discerning viewpoint. They know that if anyone will give them an opinion that's not sugarcoated, it's you. However, you also know when a delicate situation demands diplomacy.

Someone with whom you recently had a deep and meaningful conversation will be acting a bit standoffish today. This person hasn't had a change of heart -- but is feeling rather embarrassed about being so vulnerable. Do not let this change in attitude hurt your feelings. Instead, give her or him space and time to get used to your friendship's new level. This person needs to feel secure that you are going to be there for the long haul.

An instantaneous attraction is awfully seductive. Enjoy it for what it is and don't try to make more of it. It could develop into a grand passion, or it could be just a pleasant interlude. Applying pressure won't help.

Take time out of your day-to-day agenda for a look at -- and discussion about -- the bigger picture. Whether it's lunch with your mentor or a one-on-one with your boss, consider the industry as a whole and your future.

Rant I

i felt like blogging but didn't know what about so I thought why not blog a picture so here it is it's ville valo because my love coach adores him doesn't make sense but whatever wanted to go shopping today did walk through the city area called shopping street but couldn't find anything worth buying so I'm blah today and don't you dare comment on the lack of pause in speech markers it's just a rant can't help being in love and confused and maybe once again in love with two people and I know it can't be because the second one is really really cute but I wanted him and love coach to get together and well sucks to be me I guess

Cards

I do not like being kept in the dark about my future, therefor I lay out a set of self-made tarot cards according to a self constructed system of fortunetelling at a regular basis.

Today, this I read in the cards

• a helpful stranger
• love that will be answered
• a secret admirer that will (soon) make himself known
• professional succes
• an unclear situation that I will have to solve all by my own
• a hurt friend
• the further expansion of my family circle

Considering conclusions I have drawn out of certain events both today and yesterday I hold situation 2 to be highly unlikely and situation 5 to be my continuous state of being. Do share with me your enlightning opinions.

Kvraagetaan

There is a man who I hold in high regard (though not the highest for the mud pool of my affection has a strict, very strict hierarchy) who has today by the mere act of blogging caused me to carry to the grave my lifelong antipathy for bands singing in a dialect from the wrong side of Ghent.

And because I must have an opinion: it is mostly about one song. The title would be 'kvraagetaan'. And I have no means whatsoever to translate or even try to explain what this means. Basically it means asking someone you like to start of a relationship. I have little inside info to give on the subject as my only involvement ever consists of saying 'no' twice after which time nobody bothered asking. Back to the song concerned: Melancholy and more melancholy, a sequence of memories (some barely ten years old) and the lament of going back to the time where everything was as simple as ' kvraagetaan'. Any deeper meaning and nuance is lost on me quite possibly because the language sung is not my native tongue.

Lipbalm - part two

And there are people who think I exagerate. For your information; a blog entirely about lip balm. And who am I to discourage that?! I wonder if there's any chance of getting free samples if I visit regurlary. Maybe I should ask.

Too Much Chocolate

There is such a thing (though I would scarce dare to admit it before) like too much chocolate, and I'm experiencing it right now.

There is however no such thing as too much tea, too much reading, too many lip balms and a man that loves me back. Please note that the last word in the previous sentence is merely to avoid obvious unwelcome comments.

Daniel Brühl

It has simply been too long since I've posted a handsome young man. So here you have one. I defy you to deny he is rather cute. And of course he is also a talented actor. Not so very sexy voice but one can't have everything.

Sinterklaas

Today it's Saint Nicholas Day traditionally children will find candy and small presents waiting for them when they wake up. I, alas have grown too old to get presents from the holy man and if I want spoiling on this day I have to take care of it myself. And I have. This evening around 25 (of which naturellement I am one) chocoholics will gather at the Quetzal Chocolatebar and splash into a chocolate fondue , I need not point out that this is by far my favourite OAK organised activity.

Tea - part two

Upon professing the amount of tea varieties in my possession, the chocolate coach was shocked, not bewildered, surprised and ponderous of why anyone needs such an amount of tea leaves and herbal infuses, but plain shocked as if it was an obscenity.

I acknowledge that 45 is a lot of flavours and blends to choose from but it's not as if I have one pound of every variety. So I started a little math. I have 1521,1 grams of tea at an average of 2 grams tea per cup that makes 761 cups. I drink an average of 4 cups of tea per day. Which makes that my stock will last around 190 days. Or I will run out of tea on June 12. Isn't that great.

Lip Balm

As I was out shopping for tea this afternoon (as if I needed any more ) I also bought lip balm. And there was not so much rejoicing among people concerned with my financial situation. The fact is I already have plenty of lip balm. Don't believe me? Here's a list, and try to enjoy it I promise it's the last one for at least a month.

1. The Body Shop lip butter sweet grape
2. The Body Shop cranberry lip balm
3. The Body Shop born lippy watermelon
   
4. The Body Shop born lippy raspberry
5. The body Shop honey lip care SPF 15
6. The Body Shop hemp lip conditioner
7. Pop tarts frosted cherry lip balm
8. Pop tarts frosted blueberry lip balm
9. Lip naturals herbal formula bing cherry SPF 15
10. Lipsmacker Dr Pepper
11. Hema 1/7 pearly gold lip balm
12. Miss Helen Fruity Lipbalm Strawberry
13. Yves Rocher Baume hydratant a l'extrait de raisin
14. Yver Rocher Baume nourrisant a l'huile d' amande
15. Dirty Girl On The Go raspberry SPF 15
16. Yves Rocher Jardins desÎles Baume hydratant vanille de Madagascar
17. Yves Rocher baume nourrissant édition de noël
18. Carmex click stick lip balm
    

Tea

Those of you that do not know that I love nothing* more in this world then reading might as well stop bothering reading this blog. Those that don't know that next to reading and aforementioned * I love tea best on this planet are hereby informed that I have more sorts of tea then I have pots of nail polish. Nothing remarkable you gather. Hah . Then you might not know that I have one short of forty. And here is an inclusive**list of the teas I have.

1. Twinings English Breakfast pads
2. Twinings English Breakfast bags
3. Twinings Ceylon orange Pekoe bag
4. Twinings Lady Grey bags
5. Twinings Earl Grey bags
6. Twinings Cherry bags
7. Twinings Lemon bags
8. Twinings Vanilla bags
9. Twinings Passion Fruit, Mango & Orange bags
10. Twinings Blackcurrant bags
    
11. Slovak Herbal Tea loose tea brand-less
12. Beijing Iris Wen Gui Jia loose
    
13. Beijing Iris Hang Ju Hua loose
14. Beijing Iris Wen Gui Jia bags
15. Javana Jasmin Tea loose
16. Lipton Morocco pyramids
17. Lipton White Tea pyramids
18. Lipton Andalusia pyramids
19. Lipton Blue Fruit Tea bags
20. Lipton Liquorice-Mint bags
21. Lipton Orange-Lemon bags
22. Lipton Mint bags
23. Lipton Til bags
24. Lipton Mint bags
25. Lipton Til- Mint bags
26. Lipton Camomille bags
27. Lipton Liquorice bags
28. Lipton Rose-hip/Raspberry bags
    
29. Lipton Soft Cashmere loose
30. Lipton Himalayan Sunrise loose
    
31. Oxfam Fairtrade Bio green tea loose
32. Oxfam Fairtrade Lemon bags
33. Oxfam Fairtrade Rooibos bags
    
34. Meßmer Schwarzer Tee Wildkirsche bags
35. Kruidvat Evening Mix bags
36. Kruidvat Respiratory bags
37. Kruidvat Night-rest bags
38. Kruidvat Fennel bags
    
39. Albert Heijn Forest Fruit bags
40. Albert Heijn Mint bags
41. Albert Heijn Blueberry bags
42. Zonnatura Herbal Tea Rooibos bags
    
43. Delhaize Nettle bags
44. Delhaize Green Tea bags
45. Delhaize Raspberry bags
46. Delhaize Lime-Honey bags
    
47. Delhaize Apple-Rhubarb bags
48. Celestial Seasonings Cranberry Apple Zinger pads
    
49. Celestial Seasonings Mandarin Orange Spice pads
    
50. Celestial Seasonings Sleepytime pads
    

*the much adored one is of course disregarded as my love of books has survived several much and most adored ones
** safe 3 sorts of tea of which I have but one bags left, listing would seam idiotic

Presents

It's December. traditionally my mother will have asked everyone in the family to make a list of things we'd like to have so she knows what to tell clueless aunts and grandparents. Since nobody has ever bothered taking into account what I write down but just gets me a bookshop gift coupon or worse hand me some money in an envelope I just hand in a short list of books I can't afford off my pocket allowance and act very surprised and grateful when I get the wrong book and at rare occasions not even a book from the author I asked for.

But I so love making lists that here's one of things I always like getting:

1. goldfish
2. tea
3. white flowers
4. lip balm
5. fountain pens
6. cute stationary
7. bright coloured socks
8. lollipops
9. small bottles of flavoured oil or vinegar
10. cooking books
11. books on philosophy
12. postcards and letters
13. anything It's Happy Bunny
14. wash off tattoos
15. candles
16. tools and books of witchcraft

Coming Soon: The Devil Wears Prada Review

Like, love, hate, believe it or not, but I've been actually asked to write a review for 'The Devil Wears Prada'. And could I refuse?
The eager writer, undiscoverd columnist, would-be Nobel prize for Literature winner in me were all too happy with the attention. The somewhat stubborn anti maintsream social pattern individual lurking in dark corners jumping at opportunities to make me doubt screamed out not to let myself (in as far as my blog is an extension of myself) be used as billboard. As usual I paid it no attention.
In conclusion: "Coming soon: The Devil Wears Prada Review"
Have a youtube clip to pass the time while I watch the movie again in order to make up my mind.

Aids Awareness Day

It's International Aids Awareness Day, even though I am neither an HIV positive person or professing HIV risk behaviour (the term is ugly I know but that's the word I find most frequently used nonetheless), I am wearing a red ribbon today. Because it is important. Because people must be informed. Because no matter how you became an HIV patient you deserve support. Because no one ill should stand alone. Because I care and would like others to care. And maybe most of all because others think they don't have to care merely because it concerns them not.

Don't think me naive, I know full well that wearing a ribbon isn't going to speed up the development of aids-medication. Nor is it going to convince anyone to have safe sex. Nor is it going to stop an addict sharing his needles. Nor is it going to safen bloodtransfusions. Yet I dare hope that for one brief second I have made just one person think. That's all.

Brucecloud

the regular visitor knew it was but a matter of time so here goes; three cheers for the new addition on the left that left; Brucecloud. Joy Joy Joy. What do you mean? Sarcasm? Moi? Honestly.

Well I must write something and surely no one wants to know how for not half a week, how for three blissful days I thought it was all over. How gladly I chose to believe that for the first time in over two years I was free , 100% not in love, rid of men and heartbreak and how yesterday not half an hour after professing my regained full senses and wits to the much beloved chocolate coach, I saw the much adored one and felt my knees grow weak again. All light in that day turned dark, all quiet breathing gone, all hope lost and a new well of tears sprung from my veins.

One more question; what is it about love that makes us write so clichématic?

Men Suck

First, not foremost I would like to must apologise to those (very few) men among my acquaintances to whom the title of this post does not apply.

Secondly, to all other humanoids of the male conviction: YOU SUCK. Is it so bloody difficult to be clear? And that is not a rhetorical question.

Thirdly for everyone that might be interested and that from the above typed out information has not drawn the conclusion that my might be a date originated as one but turned out to be something totally different was a disaster: the "date" was a catastrophe.

Blog Updates

Considering it's popularity and the difficulty I had in keeping it work properly the Bruceboard has been removed, very likely forever.

There's a new Zwinky. Observant visitors may have noticed occasional changes in outfit but now there is a whole new Zwinky. And be warned there will be more changes of which I may not always make note.

WANTED

Lust for life.

Edit: This might have been helpful but a chat with the cooking coach two cups of tea and a speculaas sandwich did the trick faster and better. Three cheers for returning Tupperware items to their rightful owners.

Edit #2: This too might have been helpful, but having a collegue/friend call you to join in on a lefty sing-and-drink-evening which you orginally planned on going to but didn't because you didn't feel like ruining the evening with your miserable thoughts and gloomy outlook works as well.

Ceasefire II

Dear friends,

I just took an action on the internet calling for a stop to the war in Iraq, and I thought you might be interested…

From the Ceasefire Campaign:

Dear friends,

Over the last few days, almost 50,000 of us have supported the call for a new plan for Iraq! Thanks to you, our Iraq ad ran this week in major newspapers in London and Washington, DC, calling for a new diplomatic role for the international community and the withdrawal of Coalition forces from Iraq. Click below to see the ad and add your voice of support:

www.ceasefirecampaign.org

If you have not yet joined our call for a new direction in Iraq, please consider doing so at this crucial moment. Coalition governments are beginning to accept that there is no military solution, but they haven’t settled on what an alternative diplomatic approach looks like. With hundreds of thousands of civilian deaths already in Iraq, we cannot afford to miss this chance to demand a new course. Your voice could make a difference over the coming week.

Click below to see our ad and join the campaign for a new direction in Iraq:

www.ceasefirecampaign.org

With hope,

Ricken, Ben, Rachel, Paul, Tom, Amparo and the Ceasefire Campaign Team

Culinary Orgasm

Among the items sent from the home based family that I have just retrieved from checkpoint Tulsa was a small well packed parcel with two minuscule morsels of something my youngest sister to whom we shall from now forth refer to as Beibei baked. I know not it's name but it was just perfect. I would describe it in as little words as possible as caramel fudge with cafè latte icing. What did I need a boyfriend for again?

The bad news of today is nobody noticed my new hairstyle. Nor the hyper cute retro barrette that the coiffeuse so generously lent me until I have shopped some of my own. Bugger.

Bret Easton Ellis

Co-editor of the student's club magazine has -upon my continual request for some good book titles and names of authors worth reading- suggested Bret Easton Ellis.
When last I went to the library (about a week ago), while strolling through the English literature section, I came accross aforementioned writer of whom you see a picture on the left the other left and took home the informers and the rules of attraction. Neither of which I have completed reading. I can say however that the influence of Bret is visible if not readable in my dear collegue's work.

Stop smiling at me

How can I bear it?
You smile.
And there's a twinkle in your eye.
How do I bear it?
How have I survived 'til now?

I swear I don't know, but I hate falling in love all over again.

Names I like

Names for my future daughters and sons:

Andreas, Angua, Annabeth, Arutha, Athena Nikè, Aurelia, Baruch, Beëlzebub, Blodwyn,Cinnamuna, Engel, Ephebe, Faramir, Florens, Friedrich, Galadriël, Havelock, Hera, Heroïn, Leizhu, Montague, Ophelia, Rein, Satan, Sebastian, Sfinx, Thorvald, Thyme, Werther, Wodan, Wolfgang, Xiang, Yume

Zwinky

And the newest addition is... Zwinky!!!

As I write the zwinky you see is "100% ME".

For those who do not know me in real life, that's what I look like. More accurately it's what I would look like if I was 5 inch taller, weighed 20 pounds less and had an unlimited shopping budget. In short it's what I would like to look like.

Update #2

The idiot *ahum* handsome youngman responsible, has apologised and removed me from Planet Ugent. I've but one or two more list to copy/paste from a now near useless blog and I've started knitting a scarf in salmon pink wool. Life really isn't too bad. Well it is a little bad. But I'll tell you about that later.

P.S. Has anybody noticed how good I've become at adding links in text?

Nail Polish

They say it's amazing how much nail polish I have. The most amazing part is I haven't bought any new since this list was completed on january 26 of this year.

1. Nivea Beauté pastel power 96 pastel rose
2. Nivea Beauté colour dynamite 707 sugar kiss
3. Cosmo Girl dark fuchsia
4. Crystal VOV silver
5. Crystal VOV poison black
6. Rhétorique 103 light green
7. Yssa Beau 31 gold
8. Rimmel 60 seconds nail polish 872 climax purple
9. Astor 60 sec one coat 320 fuchsia
10. Création Lamis 11 blue
11. Constance caroll diamond gloss 137 emerald
12. Constance caroll diamond gloss 24 electric blue
13. Constance caroll diamond gloss 172 seacrest
14. Exotic glow 15 see-through shine
15. Exotic glow 10 blood red
16. Only You 014 orange
17. Only You 119 barbie pink
18. Only You Mini lime
19. Only You Mini starry night
20. Only You Mini babyblue
21. Only You Mini pink glitz
22. Only You Mini peach
23. Only You Mini nightgreen
24. Miss Helen purple glitz
25. Miss Helen rusty red
26. Miss Helen orange see-through shine
27. Miss Helen turquoise glitz
28. Miss Helen silver gray
29. Luminelle prume argentée
30. Luminelle mauve captivant
31. Luminelle caramel pépite
32. Luminelle noir paileté
33. Luminelle transparance rouge
34. Luminelle fuchsia scrintillant
35. Luminelle orchidée
36. Luminelle fluofluo
37. Luminelle corail givré
38. Luminelle argent étincelant
39. Luminelle ciel bleu
40. Miss Sporty nail varnish colourless shine

Virtual Zoo: Update #3

Well, you could have known it was just a matter of time before I was tempted again. Named after another personal coach, though I imagine he might have preferred a scantily dressed young lady dedicated to him.

Romanic Literature: Full Throttle

The full list of must-reads according to my personal coach.

French:
-Béroul, Le roman de Tristan, 1170
-Chrétien de Troyes, Romans de la Table Ronde, 1170-1190 (Erec et Enide; Cligès; Lancelot ou le Chevalier de la Charrette; Yvain ou le Chevalier au Lion; Perceval ou le Conte du Graal)
-Marie de France, Lais, 1160-1175
-Guillaume de Lorris, Roman de la Rose, 1275
-François Rabelais, Pantagruel (1532), Gargantua (1534)
-Pierre de Ronsard, Amours (1556)
-Molière, Tartuffe (1664), L'école des femmes (1662), L'avare (1668)
-Jean Racine, Andromaque (1667), Britannicus (1669)
-Madamme de Lafayette, La Princesse de Clèves (1689)
-Charles Perrault, Contes de ma mère Loye (1697)
-Montesquieu, Les lettres persanes (1721)
-l'abbé Prévost, Manon Lescaut (1753)
-Voltaire, Candide ou l'Optimisme (1759)
-Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Julie ou la nouvelle Héloïse (1761)
-Choderlos de Laclos, Les liaisons dangereuses (1782)
-François-René de Chateaubriand, Atala (1801), René (1802)
-Alphonse de Lamartine, Méditations poétiques (1820)
-Stendhal, Le rouge et le noir (1830), La chartreuse de Parme (1839)
-George Sand, Indiana (1832)
-Alexandre Dumas, Le comte de Monte-Cristo (1845), Le chevalier de Maison-Rouge (1845)
-Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal (1857)
-Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary (1857)
-Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris (1831), Les Misérables (1862)
-Emile Zola, Thérèse Raquin (1867), L'Assommoir (1878)
-Arthur Rimbaud, Une saison en enfer (1873)
-Jules Verne, Vingt-mille lieues sous les mers (1869), Michel Strogoff (1874)
-Marcel Proust, Du côté de chez Swann (1913)
-Jean-Paul Sartre, La Nausée (1938), Les Mouches (1943)
-Albert Camus, L'étranger (1942)
-Simone de Beauvoir, Le sang des autres (1945), Une mort très douce (1964)
-Marguerite Yourcenar, Mémoires d'Hadrien (1951)
-Michel Butor, La Modification (1957)
-Marguerite Duras, Le ravissement de Lol V. Stein (1964)
-Michel Tournier, Le Roi des aulnes (1970), Le coq de la bruyère (1978)
Spanish:
-Miguel de Cervantes, El ingenioso hidalgo Don Quijote de La Mancha, 1: 1605; 2: 1615
-Leopoldo Alas 'Clarín', La Regenta, 1885
-Benito Pérez Galdós, Fortunata y Jacinta, 1886
-Rubén Darío, La isla de oro, 1913
-Miguel de Unamuno, Niebla, 1914
-Gabriela Mistral, Sonetos de la muerte, 1914
-Mariano Azuela, Los de abajo, 1915
-Juan Ramón Jiménez, Diario de un poeta recién casado (1916)
-Horacio Quiroga, Cuentos de la selva, (1919) Los desterrados (1934)
-José Eustasio Rivera, La vorágine, 1924
-Pablo Neruda, Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada, (1924) Residencia en la tierra, 1935
-Federico García Lorca, Canciones, (1927) Bodas de sangre, (1932), Yerma (1934)
-Rómulo Gallegos, Doña Bárbara (1929)
-Roberto Arlt, Los siete locos, (1929)
-Jorge Luis Borges, Ficciones, (1944), El Aleph, (1949)
-Ramón J. Sender, Requiem por un campesino español, (1960)
-Mario Vargas Llosa, La ciudad y los perros, (1963), Conversación en la catedral, (1969)
-Gabriel García Márquez, Cien años de soledad, (1967), El otoño del patriarca, (1975)
-Carlos Fuentes, Cambio de piel, (1967), Los años con Laura Díaz, (1999)
-Alejo Carpentier, El reino de este mundo, (1974
-Isabel Allende, La casa de los espíritus, (1982)
-Javier Cercas, Soldados de Salamina, (2001)
You know what I'll be doing this year.

Update

The brighter half of visitors may have noticed that one of my blogs has been deleted. Soon enough another blog will be removed too, but before I do so I'll add data that I insist on sharing with planet earth to this here blog.

Now I only have to wait for the idiot who against my will made this blog accesable via planet Ugent to apologise, and I'll be 100% happy again.

100 questions for my date

1. Favourite Nick Cave song
   
2. Favourite colour
3. Favourite wine
4. Cinéma or home cinéma
5. Jeans plus black turtleneck or shorts and sweater
6. Favourite thing about the opposite sex
7. Favourite thing about himself
8. Did he cry when bambi's mother died
9. Top three of holidays
10. Favourite actor/actress
11. and why
12. Does he wear white socks in black shoes
13. Swimming indoors or in the sea
14. Kinky preferences
15. Does he believe in dragons
16. Newspaper or book
17. Football or fast cars
18. Does he want chidren
19. if yes,name he'd give his son
20. name he'd give his daughter
21. sun, sea, sand or a tour of europe's capitals
22. What music does he listen to when he is sad
23. Is he a good cook
24. Does he mind that I polish my nails
25. Does he believe in Love at first sight
26. Pet peeve
27. Philosophy or history
28. Tom Marvolo Riddle or Voldemort
29. Is he in love with me
30. Warm but rainy days or cold and dry days
31. Favourite boardgame
32. Can he teach me ballroomdancing
33. Does he hate anyone
34. if yes, who
35. Does he ever listen to country
36. Where would he want to live
37. Favourite way of long distance transportation
38. What would be the first thing he'd buy should he win the lottery
39. Is he truly a gentleman or only on the surface
40. Would he pay the bill
41. or realise I'm emancipated enough to insist on splitting it
42. political colour
43. second favourite animal
44. top ten of most visited webpages
45. favourite contemporary author
46. and why
47. favourite lipbalm flavour
48. warmer winters or cooler summers
49. favourite sport to do
50. and why
51. favourite sport to watch
52. and why
53. scrambled eggs or sunny side op
54. favourite cocktailingredient
55. cutest way of saying 'I love you'
56. favourite chocolate treat
57. elpee or iPod
58. favourite word in another language
59. the Beatles or the Rolling Stones
60. least favourite soup
61. food allergies
62. favourite theme park
63. Hello Kitty or Pucca
64. thing he likes most about me
65. favourite coffee
66. favourite tea
67. favourite version of "wicked game"
68. silk or lace
69. favourite jeans
70. favourite holiday destination
71. South Africa or South America
72. French or Italian
73. sideburns or beard
74. would he propose
75. if yes, how
76. public library or private library
77. does he thinks I spend too much money on books
78. who inspires him
79. favourite subject in high school
80. fluffy kittens or allergy proof pets
81. will he be a positive influence
82. short skirt or hotpants
83. would he dye his hair
84. if yes, what colour
85. who is his ideal woman
86. what is the funniest joke he knows
87. favourite film quote
88. favourite sauce to eat with chips
89. favourite colour socks
90. can he knit
91. if no, would he want to learn
92. Stalin or Lenin
93. why
94. hunger or cold
95. favourite scented candle
96. favourite card
97. favourite anti-flu medicin
98. does he sleep with a teddy
99. if yes, what's it's name
100. boat or train
101. kiss or hug

More Happy Thoughts

• Renewed Internet access
• Couscous for lunch
• No more need for love advice
• Concert tickets
• Pink nail polish
• A sweet text message
• Jeff Buckley on the radio
• Chocolate covered cinnamon cookies
• A free copy of 'A drink before the war'
  

Alan Rickman

It would seems I have a thing for men that are actually not very handsome but hide it so very well. Can't help loving a man with a sexy voice, can we?

Girls 7-0 Boys

I doubt very much that there is anyone who knows what the score is about, and if you don't know, don't ask for I'd rather not tell. It's sad, very sad. Nearly pathetic. I'd not have anyone say it, but I can tell you myself: it is sad.

And still you wonder how I am confused, frustrated, absentminded, confused again, and (a little) strange.

Edit: The lovecoach hath spoken. And she says I should be flattered. Men are wushies anyway. Well who am I to disagree?

James Nesbitt

It was rather time for another picture of a not unhandsome man. And then why not a fine actor with comic talent and a very very very very sexy voice?

Frappr

I just can't seem to help it. I keep on adding stuff to this blog without knowing how it all works or what is does. For the few of you who give a damn, the latest addition is Frappr. Which is a map keeping track of people who uhm well I guess people who have a frappr account and add themselves to my friends list. Feel free to join, which is of course no obligation.

Edit: Apparently some people get added to the map just like that and there are others of whom I have to approve first. Two people were on the approval list, one of which has been approved of (one would hardly expect me to deject my brother). The other person shall first have to give the meerest tiniest twidgiest hint of his or her identity before (s)he too shall be approved of. With utmost apologies should it concern a loved one.

Edit#2: I signed up for a frappr-account with a non-existant e-mail address, which would be despicable had I done so on purpose, no need to burn candles for my haunted soul however as it but concerned a typo. A typo that did cause me to delete my frappr -account and sign up with a proper e-mail address for a new one. All those that wanted to get added to the map shall have to apply again. For the inconvenience this causes you are free to look sternly upon me next we meet, but I would have you fight the urge to hit/beat/bite/whip me, lest of course the above would happen in a gentle manner.

Thud! and it's author

Thud! is dead! Long live it's author: Terry Pratchett! I have read all 30 disc world novels now, all of which I have read at lightning speed. Without exception they are all extremely readable, funny, intelligent and -pardon my Klatchian-bloody brilliant. Just so the few people who drop by that are not acquainted with my favourite author but two. On the left that left there is a picture or a picture of a lookalike, who'll say?

three journals

I attended a jasmine ethereal oil aromatic therapy gathering (for lack of better words) yesterday. It was fun. It was even interesting. And the best part is the experiment is continued for a week in the privacy of our homes! All people present were given a very thin stack of papers, neatly stapled together henceforth called 'the Diary' and a minute bottle with one or two drops of jasmine essence. All readers know me to well to even have the twidgiest bit of doubt that I enjoy this very much. A regular diary and a chocolate diary (for the benefit of the chocolate coach as an instrument to keep my cacao consuming under control) could never be enough to satisfy a writing maniac as my self.