dinsdag 19 februari 2008
Plastic Dashboard Jesus
My friend Els gave me some great news today: the ticketsale for Bon Jovi's belgian performance has (at last) begun! I know, a lot of my friends now go: Bon Jovi? Yaikes! But I really am a sucker if it comes to him. I just love his songs, although one of my dear friends calls his music recycled pop with some leftover guitars as a side dish ;-D
What can I say, les gouts et les couleurs...
I can remember last time we went to see him: I think I just turned 19, our friends chipped in for my ticket as it was my birthday in that period (this year, again, 2 days before my birthday), and off we went: we took the train way too early and began queueing (here's that funny word again) at the back of the very long line. We hung around, listened to the other bands (Arid and Peter Evrard), until it was time for The Big Entrance. We pretended we saw one of our friends in front of the crowd and pushed our way to the front ("sorry! coming through! there she is, over there!"). We were so close, if he'd spat (haha), it would have hit us.
It was a great concert, and we learned that his guitar player Richie Sambora is an even better singer than him! ;-) It was such a nice day, Els even bought me a t-shirt for my birthday there (I wonder if it would still fit me this year...), we had the best of times AND found seating on the train back!
So this year, I hope she'll join me for even more "ambiance", although I was shocked by the ticket prices: the best places (standing) are 100€, the best places sitting down are €85. I think I'll start saving for the €85's (who the hell would pay extra to NOT get a chair?) - what the hell, he's like the 29th of february: only comes around once every 4 years.
What can I say, les gouts et les couleurs...
I can remember last time we went to see him: I think I just turned 19, our friends chipped in for my ticket as it was my birthday in that period (this year, again, 2 days before my birthday), and off we went: we took the train way too early and began queueing (here's that funny word again) at the back of the very long line. We hung around, listened to the other bands (Arid and Peter Evrard), until it was time for The Big Entrance. We pretended we saw one of our friends in front of the crowd and pushed our way to the front ("sorry! coming through! there she is, over there!"). We were so close, if he'd spat (haha), it would have hit us.
It was a great concert, and we learned that his guitar player Richie Sambora is an even better singer than him! ;-) It was such a nice day, Els even bought me a t-shirt for my birthday there (I wonder if it would still fit me this year...), we had the best of times AND found seating on the train back!
So this year, I hope she'll join me for even more "ambiance", although I was shocked by the ticket prices: the best places (standing) are 100€, the best places sitting down are €85. I think I'll start saving for the €85's (who the hell would pay extra to NOT get a chair?) - what the hell, he's like the 29th of february: only comes around once every 4 years.
zondag 17 februari 2008
Celebs!
Hah, just got some great news: some of the names of the cast members of the movie "Aquarelle" (I'll be doing the make-up there on saturday) have been released to us today... We finally know who the actors are. Not a lot of big names, but I at least know some of them: www.aquarelledefilm.be
dinsdag 12 februari 2008
For single use only
(Inside joke: there's a free sample of lubricant and a small sex toy with my favourite magazine this week, and on the package it says: FOR SINGLE USE ONLY. Well, I've tried that, but these silicone penis rings work better if you let your man play along you know...)
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I just noticed: I'm not single anymore.
This may sound absolutely insane, and I meen no disrespect whatsoever to my hubbie (and he knows that, don't you sweety ;p) - but my mind sometimes forgets being married and having a son. It's really strange, when people talk about "married women with kids", I never once have felt like, oh wait, that's me!
A couple of days ago I was talking to a friend I hadn't heard in a while, and he was asking about my life on the Married Side. He was surprised I was so happy with being "tied down" as he would call it. I never, ever feel like I'm being tied down whatsoever, "ik kan mn pollekes kussen" as we say here in Antwerp (something like... I can really count my blessings) with a guy like mine. Not many married women with a baby can say they work 40 hrs a week while their husband is a stay-at-home-dad for a couple of months, right? Apparently, not many people understand, but then again, me & my husband are one special couple.
Still, as I was saying: sometimes, my mind just continues as it was before this relationship: if I meet a nice guy, someone I have an instant click with (and then I meen on a friendship-level), I'll just start flirting. Sometimes I'll notice it, sometimes I won't. Not that I want to date him, not that I want to cheat, not that I'm looking for an affair, it's just, I think it's in my genes or something. Apparently my mind doesn't get the fact that it can stop looking for boyfriends and can continue looking for friends.
As I was talking to my collegues today, I noticed I sometimes miss my single, or my before-married self. I couldn't be happier with my life, I absolutely love my husband and adore my son (he ís ever so cute you know), but when I heard them talking today, it was weird. One of them is on that crucial phase in the relationship: Planning To Move In Together. The other one is single, another one was talking about how he was going to name his future son, another one was talking about (pardon my french :p) how he was planning to score this weekend ;-)))))
It's strange to realise: all of these people are older than me, at least 5-8 years, but on that level, I'm way ahead of them. And on moments like this: it makes me feel really old!
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I just noticed: I'm not single anymore.
This may sound absolutely insane, and I meen no disrespect whatsoever to my hubbie (and he knows that, don't you sweety ;p) - but my mind sometimes forgets being married and having a son. It's really strange, when people talk about "married women with kids", I never once have felt like, oh wait, that's me!
A couple of days ago I was talking to a friend I hadn't heard in a while, and he was asking about my life on the Married Side. He was surprised I was so happy with being "tied down" as he would call it. I never, ever feel like I'm being tied down whatsoever, "ik kan mn pollekes kussen" as we say here in Antwerp (something like... I can really count my blessings) with a guy like mine. Not many married women with a baby can say they work 40 hrs a week while their husband is a stay-at-home-dad for a couple of months, right? Apparently, not many people understand, but then again, me & my husband are one special couple.
Still, as I was saying: sometimes, my mind just continues as it was before this relationship: if I meet a nice guy, someone I have an instant click with (and then I meen on a friendship-level), I'll just start flirting. Sometimes I'll notice it, sometimes I won't. Not that I want to date him, not that I want to cheat, not that I'm looking for an affair, it's just, I think it's in my genes or something. Apparently my mind doesn't get the fact that it can stop looking for boyfriends and can continue looking for friends.
As I was talking to my collegues today, I noticed I sometimes miss my single, or my before-married self. I couldn't be happier with my life, I absolutely love my husband and adore my son (he ís ever so cute you know), but when I heard them talking today, it was weird. One of them is on that crucial phase in the relationship: Planning To Move In Together. The other one is single, another one was talking about how he was going to name his future son, another one was talking about (pardon my french :p) how he was planning to score this weekend ;-)))))
It's strange to realise: all of these people are older than me, at least 5-8 years, but on that level, I'm way ahead of them. And on moments like this: it makes me feel really old!
maandag 11 februari 2008
Memories, all alone in the moonlight...
Sometimes... a memory is just a memory: it passes on, it flickers through your mind, you smile in retrospect, and it eases away without leaving a trace.
My memories this afternoon were of the complete opposite kind: I had one of our candidates on the phone, who's voice & accent are the EXACT same as my mr. Big's. (For the non-SATC-addicts: every girl has a mr. Big, which has nothing to do with size(!), but with that one great, lost love you'e gotten over some time ago but always seems to pop up in your mind when you don't want it to).
Really, the accent, the voice, the choice of words, the tone, it's just totally creepy. It's him, if I close my eyes, if I hear without listening: it's him, and it scares the living daylights out of me.
It took me, I think, 3 years to get over That Guy (haha). I can honestly say now that I'm over him, but it was one hell of a journey geting here. I made a complete fool of myself so many times, analysing what went wrong, thinking of all the things I still wanted to tell him, how I'd tell him, writing him emails and then not sending them, or sending them and immediately after: regretting I'd sent them :-)
It was just one of those very unhealthy, forbidden loves: they get under your skin, they absorb you, you dissapear, you breathe that other person, you lose track of yourself, you push yourself aside to Love the other one. And you don't even mind: the sleepless nights, the bad eating, the pushing yourself to the limit just to have 5' together, and worst of all: the lies, the terrible lies you tell yourself and everyone around you, just to get through the day.
Memories, this afternoon: I'd just spent 2 hours queueing (is that even a word?) at my local union office to get some paperwork done, I got back at the office when he called to inform about some stupid appointmentthingie. And I only heared half the things he said: that voice, that so-familiar-but-you-know-it's-not-him-sensation, it just creeped me out.
I had a discussion with my colleague the other day: is the grass always greener in your mind? With me it is, because I started to remember all the nice things, the feeling of being swept away and treated like a princess, when all he really left me with was a bunch of unanswered questions and a mild depression.
My memories this afternoon were of the complete opposite kind: I had one of our candidates on the phone, who's voice & accent are the EXACT same as my mr. Big's. (For the non-SATC-addicts: every girl has a mr. Big, which has nothing to do with size(!), but with that one great, lost love you'e gotten over some time ago but always seems to pop up in your mind when you don't want it to).
Really, the accent, the voice, the choice of words, the tone, it's just totally creepy. It's him, if I close my eyes, if I hear without listening: it's him, and it scares the living daylights out of me.
It took me, I think, 3 years to get over That Guy (haha). I can honestly say now that I'm over him, but it was one hell of a journey geting here. I made a complete fool of myself so many times, analysing what went wrong, thinking of all the things I still wanted to tell him, how I'd tell him, writing him emails and then not sending them, or sending them and immediately after: regretting I'd sent them :-)
It was just one of those very unhealthy, forbidden loves: they get under your skin, they absorb you, you dissapear, you breathe that other person, you lose track of yourself, you push yourself aside to Love the other one. And you don't even mind: the sleepless nights, the bad eating, the pushing yourself to the limit just to have 5' together, and worst of all: the lies, the terrible lies you tell yourself and everyone around you, just to get through the day.
Memories, this afternoon: I'd just spent 2 hours queueing (is that even a word?) at my local union office to get some paperwork done, I got back at the office when he called to inform about some stupid appointmentthingie. And I only heared half the things he said: that voice, that so-familiar-but-you-know-it's-not-him-sensation, it just creeped me out.
I had a discussion with my colleague the other day: is the grass always greener in your mind? With me it is, because I started to remember all the nice things, the feeling of being swept away and treated like a princess, when all he really left me with was a bunch of unanswered questions and a mild depression.
90 day Jane
Creepy, creepy, creepy.
(for the dutch peeps amongst you: I promised a friend I'd continue in English from now on so my abroadies can read this stuff too...)
I found this absolutely crazy blog online today: http://90dayjane.blogspot.com/
This lady is going to kill herself. In 90 days. She does't want pity, compassion, understanding or help; she wants people to read her last thoughts and give her tips on the 'best way to go'. I am so struck by this idea: she's not depressed, she doesn't believe in any god, but still she thinks life just hasn't got anything left to offer her. She's taking 90 days to figure out all the details (how will she do it? who will find her? how will she let the readers know she's dead?) and then she' just going to do it.
I'm not sure it's true or some terrible joke, but I know one thing for sure: I know what I'll be reading the next 3 months.
By the way: I can also be found on MySpace from now on, but not under the same name (where else will I post all the things that are better said anonymously ;-p)
(for the dutch peeps amongst you: I promised a friend I'd continue in English from now on so my abroadies can read this stuff too...)
I found this absolutely crazy blog online today: http://90dayjane.blogspot.com/
This lady is going to kill herself. In 90 days. She does't want pity, compassion, understanding or help; she wants people to read her last thoughts and give her tips on the 'best way to go'. I am so struck by this idea: she's not depressed, she doesn't believe in any god, but still she thinks life just hasn't got anything left to offer her. She's taking 90 days to figure out all the details (how will she do it? who will find her? how will she let the readers know she's dead?) and then she' just going to do it.
I'm not sure it's true or some terrible joke, but I know one thing for sure: I know what I'll be reading the next 3 months.
By the way: I can also be found on MySpace from now on, but not under the same name (where else will I post all the things that are better said anonymously ;-p)
zaterdag 9 februari 2008
Hmm...
Hi & Goodbye
Het was weer vrijdag vandaag. Geen hijgers, geen explosieven, maar enkel: nieuws dat insloeg als een bom. Een van mijn collega's (die op interimbasis werkt) is vrijdag doodleuk meegedeeld dat ze maandag niet meer moet komen. Ze was even niet op haar plek (in gesprek met de verantwoordelijke, denk ik) toen er een mailtje binnenrolde met daarin de aankondiging dat er vanaf maandag bij ons een nieuwe collega start in haar plaats. Nog half verdwaasd aan het lezen (hoezo, en zij dan?) - komt ze de trap afgelopen en neemt zonder iets te zeggen haar jas en loopt buiten. Ze had net het nieuws gekregen. Nu werk ik daar ocharme net een maand, maar zie, daar KRIJG ik het dus van he. Wij wisten van niets, nog steeds niet trouwens, geen reden waarom, geen waarschuwing voor haar dat ze misschien haar job niet goed deed? Communicatie, mensen!
Nu soit, ik ben geen HRverantwoordelijke en de beslissing zal wel een gegronde reden hebben maar ik ben er toch serieus van aangedaan. Zeker als zo'n dingen onverwachts gebeuren. Ik had haar graag, en ondanks dat collega's niet altijd 100% tevreden waren over haar werk, vond ik dat ze potentieel had, en (voor zover ik zicht had op wat ze deed) ze erg haar best deed - voor mijn afdeling althans. One of those days he, maar het doet mij weer even stilstaan bij het feit dat iedereen vervangbaar is, en dat ik mij eigenlijk heel snel aan mensen & situaties hecht. Ben benieuwd voor De Nieuwe, maandag, wat voor iemand dat gaat zijn.
Voor de rest: woensdagavond nog eens naar De Fez (laaaaang geleden) met twee collega'tjes. Tangine met kip & abrikozen & walnootjes, here I come!
Nu soit, ik ben geen HRverantwoordelijke en de beslissing zal wel een gegronde reden hebben maar ik ben er toch serieus van aangedaan. Zeker als zo'n dingen onverwachts gebeuren. Ik had haar graag, en ondanks dat collega's niet altijd 100% tevreden waren over haar werk, vond ik dat ze potentieel had, en (voor zover ik zicht had op wat ze deed) ze erg haar best deed - voor mijn afdeling althans. One of those days he, maar het doet mij weer even stilstaan bij het feit dat iedereen vervangbaar is, en dat ik mij eigenlijk heel snel aan mensen & situaties hecht. Ben benieuwd voor De Nieuwe, maandag, wat voor iemand dat gaat zijn.
Voor de rest: woensdagavond nog eens naar De Fez (laaaaang geleden) met twee collega'tjes. Tangine met kip & abrikozen & walnootjes, here I come!
woensdag 6 februari 2008
Silence!
De Collega's en ik zijn al enkele dagen in de ban van een Al Qaida-terrorist, genaamd Achmed.
Nee, ik ben niet compleet kierewiet geworden en nee, dieje bom van vrijdag heeft geen nieuwe opportuniteiten voor ons opgeleverd :-)
Het gaat om een schitterende buikspreker (Jeff nogiets) met de meest geslaagde act _ever_.
Dus, je kan je al inbeelden, gaat dat bij ons de hele dag:
"Silence! I kill you!"
"Goddamned! Oh sorry, I meen: Allahdamned!"
"There's something wrong with my ass!"
"How do you spell Achmed?" "It's Accchhhkkkmed: A, C, Pleghm..."
Nee, ik ben niet compleet kierewiet geworden en nee, dieje bom van vrijdag heeft geen nieuwe opportuniteiten voor ons opgeleverd :-)
Het gaat om een schitterende buikspreker (Jeff nogiets) met de meest geslaagde act _ever_.
Dus, je kan je al inbeelden, gaat dat bij ons de hele dag:
"Silence! I kill you!"
"Goddamned! Oh sorry, I meen: Allahdamned!"
"There's something wrong with my ass!"
"How do you spell Achmed?" "It's Accchhhkkkmed: A, C, Pleghm..."
zondag 3 februari 2008
Wham, bam
Het was weer eens vrijdag. Opgestaan na meermaals gepord te zijn geweest ("jaja, jaja k ben wakker!"... not!) door mijn lieftallige echtgenoot, douchke in, mmm ik ben precies wat duizelig vandaag, misschien even mijn bloeddruk nemen just to be sure: 85/49. Nu ben ik genen dokter maar ik herinner mij vaag dat het eerste getal best uit minstens 3 cijfers bestaat en dan het weede getal best minstens met een 7 begint.
Laag dus.
Okee, niet met de tram maar met de auto naart werk (we zouden toch ni willen flauwvallen in de metro ofzo). We passeren langs t kantoor maar rijden ietske door om te draaien (A'pencentrum, slecht idee met de auto), ik zie vaag 'iets' vor de deur vant werk liggen, ach ja, der zal wel weer een zatlap in ons portaal geslapen hebben en zijn lege pint achtergelaten hebben zeker?
Ik kom toe, blijkt da pintje geen pintje te zijn maar, u leest het goed, een bom. Mijn collega's hadden gelukkig de politie al gebeld, die meteen een stuk straat afzetten en er DOVO bijhaalden. T bleek geen vals alarm te zijn, ze spraken van een ontploffingskracht met een straal van 20m die alle glas had doen springen (glas doen springen? en wij dan?) - zoals één van mijn uitzendkrachtjes zou zeggen: toftof!
Tja, en wa doet ne mens als hij moet wachten... Gratis ontbijt op café he. Ja, technisch werkloos...
Fijner nieuws: mijn dear vriendinneke Els begint maandag bij ons opt werk!
Ik ben benieuwd wat voor citaten er bij op onze muur gaan komen :-)
Laag dus.
Okee, niet met de tram maar met de auto naart werk (we zouden toch ni willen flauwvallen in de metro ofzo). We passeren langs t kantoor maar rijden ietske door om te draaien (A'pencentrum, slecht idee met de auto), ik zie vaag 'iets' vor de deur vant werk liggen, ach ja, der zal wel weer een zatlap in ons portaal geslapen hebben en zijn lege pint achtergelaten hebben zeker?
Ik kom toe, blijkt da pintje geen pintje te zijn maar, u leest het goed, een bom. Mijn collega's hadden gelukkig de politie al gebeld, die meteen een stuk straat afzetten en er DOVO bijhaalden. T bleek geen vals alarm te zijn, ze spraken van een ontploffingskracht met een straal van 20m die alle glas had doen springen (glas doen springen? en wij dan?) - zoals één van mijn uitzendkrachtjes zou zeggen: toftof!
Tja, en wa doet ne mens als hij moet wachten... Gratis ontbijt op café he. Ja, technisch werkloos...
Fijner nieuws: mijn dear vriendinneke Els begint maandag bij ons opt werk!
Ik ben benieuwd wat voor citaten er bij op onze muur gaan komen :-)
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