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.

Crush- part 7 billion

It seems to me a truth, universally acknowledged that all handsome men most be gay or long-term commited and very often both. Still can't help liking this guy though.

Birthday Wishlist

Since I prefer to avoid people asking me directly what I would or would not like for a birthday present, I annually publish a wishlist a month in advance. So here it goes:

• tea
• colour contacts
• books
• helping hands at moving out
• dieting tips
• a firm sturdy shoulder to cry on
• a new laptop
  

Hiding under my pillow

The loathable evil-doer struck again. As none can fail to know that I am bound by honor, a challenge and some consideration for my teeth to abstain from any such beverages as might be called soda pops, the rapscallioning malefactor has dealt a hard blow indeed by stuffing my beloved berth's bedlinen with a sample can of the brew of which you see a picture on the left.

Damned be the execrable miscreant.

What writing utensils may reveal...

It may well be true. In your face mister I-like-you-but-I'm-not-quite-ready-for-a-relationship-yet.

You Are a Green Pen

You are not just a little quirky, you're downright weird. And you're proud of being different! You go against the grain just so you won't fit in. You couldn't imagine being like everyone else. You are creative and a big wacky. You've got a big vision, and it's changing every week. You are surprisingly charming and popular. You may not be normal in any way, but that's part of your appeal.

What Color Pen Are You?

Quote #40

I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this.

Emo Phillips

The Crash

Just so you know: I depend solely on the internet connection of others as my very own portable computing device decided to walk out on me.

Wedding Night

As I write, mere hours before you read this I help out preparing the stage wedding of a friend's friends. Two people who are dear to each other and to me will be (fake-) wed.

I always thought I hated the fuss. Having recently seen one of my oldest college friends get married to a very handsome tall dark 'stranger' had -I thought- put me off quite a bit. I loved seeing him and her so happy and brave to simply say we'll face the world together from now on, but throughout the ceremony I felt that it would be impossible for me to vow love and fidelity eternally ( a leftover from having scarred my heart once too often). Combined with a great lack of interest for cake dresses, family festivities and fuss about my person, I concluded that I had better not marry.

However, even knowing that nothing of what will take place today is meant in earnest, I simply adore being involved. I have been wondering a full two weeks about what to wear. I will beam with joy and pride when I am complemented on the choice of corsage and bouquet. I think constantly of event-appropriate music. Had I time and an oven to spare I would without a doubt have volunteered to bake a wedding cake. Already I'm jealous thinking how they will look at each other and the children, with pride, love, warmth overflowing their hearts.

Now that I am well beyond the point of sentimentality I might as well mention that either one of my sort-of-single sisters must marry or the one man that may be mine (if there is such a man) will not escape nuptial frenzy. The official paperwork I can and could do without, but I'll have my damned party.

Mayonaise- The Revenge

I have previously notified my beloved readers (I mean you) how very good I am at cooking and other food related activities. For example hereabouts. Hence I was not impressed with the age old fable that menstruating women can't make mayonaise.

Pain though it causes me I am afraid I will have to admit that for me it holds true. With all the ingredients and the work method I have described before, I managed to concuct a soft creamy, delicately yellow cold sauce that taste exactly like nail paint remover. Just my luck.

Resolutions- part VIII

• let the butterflies wander free
• read more
• write more
• find a job I like
• not spend too much money on foot care products
• celebrate-enjoy-nurture and cherish being who I am
  

It bites.

The price one pays for a pleasurable evening in the fair company of my room's former occupant is a share in the bites of the mosqitos she attracts. As fot everything I turned to the internet for advice.

For the few sorry asses that just like me never have mosquito bites and are suddenly exposed to an exagerated amount of bug-itching; I found this useful advice.

Mayonaise

AS one might have read on this very page many many weeks ago, I once ventured to incorporate Bob's* recipe collection into mine. So today for the benefit of mankind; manufacturers of anti-cholesterolpills specifically I made mayonaise.

Morganaise

• 2 very fresh eggs
• 2 or 3 spoons of Dijon mustard
• a pint of sunflowerseed oil
• 2 spoons of vinegar
• 2 spoons of lemon juice
• salt and pepper to taste

Put eggs and mustard in a somewhat higher bowl with a content of at least a litre. Mix thoroughly, use an electronic device if you're lazy, plain old smart or enjoy washing up.
Have an eight year old kid or your favourite housemate pour in the oil at a slow and steady pace.
When you have achieved a thick creamy fluid after all the oil has ben poured, stir in the other ingredients in whatever order you fancy.
Store in refrigerators for a week tops.
Enjoy with all your meals.


* not to be confused with B.O.B. meaning Battery Operated Boyfriend

You can tell everybody, this is our song.

Or maybe it's what I would like. It must be great to have a song that just sums up everything you feel, think, want and experience.

The Ghent Festival

For all official news: the official link.

For my personal comment on this year's edition so far: ...

The three dots should rightly have been replaced with the wellknown phrase 'see below'. But that would be as redundant as the entire explanation already is.

Despite the festival lasting for yet another 6 days, having been drunk in front of several of my friends, broke promises of not smoking; not drinking and not falling in love; barely having slept 4 hours every day and spending most of the monthly allowance I calculated for myself on alcoholic beverages I dare say it ust have been quite a long time in the past since I felt this great. I must be on the verge of being happy again.

Too much of a good thing can truly be bad.

Said the Raven*: " Never again." And for over two years it was true but last night, not even very far into that night the comsumption of such qualities of alcohol urged my intestines to redecorate one of Ghent's lesser (known) public squares.

Lest I learn moderation (soon), I find abstinence of all such foods, drinks and miscellaneous content described as a group under the name 'drugs' the one road left open for me. Feel free to disagree.

*Here meaning: me

Resolutions- Part VII

• not drink any alcohol
• read more
• quit smoking
• make it the best summer ever
• not brag about my Tokyo adventures (I just did, didn't I?)
• don't stop writing
• stop writing rubbish
• not moan about the lack of Starbucks in Ghent
• not show pictures unless they are asked for
• be polite to airway personel
• finish reading Neil Gaiman's 'American Gods'
• remind Dr. K he owes me dinner and icecream
  

Bones

Since I am uncertain about copyright and I am hugely in favour of this website, I link rather than steal the pictures to make my own blog all the more popular. But please, watch and in enjoy (as far as the horror allows).

Quote #39

Give a man a fish, and he'll eat for a day. Give a fish a man, and he'll eat for weeks!

Takayuki Ikkaku, Arisa Hosaka and Toshihiro Kawabata

The Plain Colour Test

Your Vision is Peaceful

More than anything else, you'd like to see the world in total harmony. It's minds like yours that have gotten people to set their differences aside and live together in peace. You have always been compassionate and caring. You could never turn your back on those in need. You feel most alive when you are bringing others together. That's what life is all about for you.

Is it?

Yours truly has been wondering about a few things while far far away and no hopes of a prince in shining armour on the horizon. I'll try to list all of them, but don't kill me if I seem to have any more questions when I get back.

• how did 'Helihaven Nee!' do in the final quiz of the season?
• what happend on the 13th of June?
• any new couples? Just to make sure I don't accidentally disrupt budding romances
• have all the exams been properly checked and graded?
• will I find a new housemate ready to disrupt all my household routines?
• has everone received the postcard(s) he/she/they thought they were entitled to?
• has at least one of my three packages arrived yet?
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