Usually I keep my blog strictly out of my personal life, maybe except the banalities, but today I feel like dishing something very personal, the most romantic thing I've ever had someone say to me..
Yesterday it was 34 °C, not a cloud in sight. second day of the sales. We had sent our current couchsurfer out the door to explore Antwerp, and were going to spend a day together (Jolan and I). In the spirit of "hey, let's keep our relationship fresh" I suggested we do some baking. Taking into account the skill of my assistant, I decided on Breadpudding. Huzzah, the decision was made, the twinkle of anticipation in Jolan's eye combined with the sigh of 'she's going to make me do not-fun stuff ' momentarily washed over his face. I raced to the computer to google the recipe. Yay! Everything in the recipe was already in the fridge/cupboard! Suddenly it dawned on me, the kitchen scales was broken. Faintly beeping every time we put in a battery, but otherwise giving no intention of doing its job. I frowned, Jolan suggested we go get another one. 34°C, Sales, Meir - Mental! We did a bit of discussing, he was for, I was against. Finally he hugged me close, looked me in the eye and said, "You're the only one I'd ever go out and buy a kitchen scales with." He knows I can't resist hilarious romantic babble.
The Breadpudding is actually delicious! If anyone wants the recipe:
Preheat the oven at 200°C and butter a large but low ovenproof dish. Heat 500ml milk together with 200g of caster sugar and 80g of vanilla sugar in the microwave for 2 mins. Add 300g of old but not mouldy bread in small pieces. Leave to soak and mash up until paste-like. Add an apple, sliced thinly and cut into small pieces, some cinnamon and 5 beaten eggs. Stir. Pour the mix into the buttered ovenproof dish. Leave 30mins in the oven. Turn the Breadpudding onto a large plate. Spread some melted chocolate, icing or a combination of the two on it.
As always the key to composing a piece of ridiculous profoundness is the balance. You could be telling an anecdote about an orange living in a molehill cycling on a donkey but the symbolic behind it must be something like burying (molehill) your happiness (orange) because you are trying to do something which won't succeed (cycling on a donkey). I won't bother translating the following: a penguin wandered on a cloud to India tasting tapas made of cheese. He arrived seeking an anti-mosquito duvet while trampling on forgetfulness. Through the swarm of penguins he could see a vision of purple, a genius of colour. He decided to unleash his inner motorbike and seize the purple. He started moving, and never stopped.
I am considering adding my children's stories here. But not right now.
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22-06-2010
Profundity
I always start to enter an article on my blog thinking, "this will be the one: the most profound entry so far".
I've realised this won't be one of those. Not even close. It's half one in the night, I've just had a midnight feast and am considering amputating my knee as it is evil and painful and it won't shut the f*** up! (slight irritation)
So blah blah what will I write about.. I had some great chinese after wandering around for 2 hours after my exam, skulking the Sinksen Foor for decent food. Suddenly this dinky, quite expensive, empty (!) chinese restaurant (4 tables :s) seemed like it had a halo of deliciousness surrounding it, an aura of fulfilling food provision, a waft of won ton chicken.. Twenty euro and 15 minutes lighter, we scoffed the chinese food which, in hindsight, seemed to be delicious only because I drowned mine in curry. Oh how I love chinese curry mmm mmm MMMMM !! Anyhow after the chinese my brain seemed to be getting enough nutrients to work out that my exams are finally behind me : here come 2 months of holidays! That and it automatically put itself into sleepy mode by releasing lethal amounts of melatonin! So basically ever since this occurence (3 hours ago) I have been happy- bouncy right along with grumpy-sleepy. This is where having two heads could come in handy. At least then bouncy head and sleepy head could have a debate until one of them concurred and I could have a houseparty or sleep until yesterday.
Shall I conclude by stating the obvious: this definitely isn't helping!
Well goodnight all, not sure in what condition I'll be in tomorrow, either still drunk or not drunk enough I bet - so long!
Profound things I have learned about myself in the recent future:
- I have abs, but they are just covered by a layer of fat at the moment - I would make a horrible marching band conductor as I can't keep different times with my feet/arms (Thanks to Wii Fit Plus) - I suddenly prefer my drinking water cold (refridgerated) - I seem to have to eat one bowl of Aldi Frosties a day (maybe because there's a very compelling pengiun on the box) - I should not have done that crazy yoga pose, now my knees are on strike - Eventhough I would never be able to deliberately kill an animal, some of them sure taste good :s
Things I have discovered with regard to the general dwelling on this planet: - Life isn't like a box of chocolates, life doesn't melt in the sun - Duct tape can be used for eeeeeverything (chinese steaming basket catastrophe/ flynet/computer setup) - American ladies who drive a giant Mercedes and are not able to park it (i.e. have to ask passers-by to park it for them in a space that is 1 1/2 times the size of the car) should be stripped of their license and given a donkey.
So, the boyfriend has taken off to the Netherlands with a friend. They are sitting across from eachother in their tents out of the rain as I type. And I'm having a couple of relaxing me-days. Day one: (yesterday) Pyjama day - I spent the whole day vegetating in my pyjama's, well I did go outside in the sun for a while. Day two: (today) Preparation day - researching my trip to amsterdam, buying supplies for my spa day ;), doing some yoga, getting my jewellery ready for the jury
What a boring entry so far - can't wait to go to Amsterdam next week =D I wish there was a CS meeting..
The reason this is so boring is I'm half watching America's got Talent (and there's a really good looking guy singing a really catching song)
I shall end with some cliché statements that perfectly describe my state of mind at the moment: "Should I change my haircolour?" "Which facemask should I try first, the hydrating one or the purifying one?" "Should I paint my toenails the same color as my fingernails?"
Seriously: somebody should invent some kind of punctuation mark that denotes sarcasm. How about ~ I promise to write a more profound entry soon! ~
Het is weeral tijd voor een Radio Modern Feestje in Antwerpen. Wie gaat
mee?
Wat? Check www.radiomodern.be maar er is een dansles, een makeover
studio (haar en make-up) een live band en vrouwelijke DJ's aanwezig
(zoals de vorige keer).
Inkom is 10 euro ; 8 voor studenten (ik weet het het is veel - maar
gegarandeerd geen lastige mensen en superfun!)
Wanneer? Zaterdag 29 Mei om 20u scherp (dansles begint stipt om 20u)
Waar? De Roma :D (tram 24 stopt daar en tram 10 misschien ook... arne?)
in ieder geval: www.roma.be
Hoe? Gekleedt ala jaren 50: voor de mannen denk bretellen en hoeden,
witte hemden, geklede broeken en maffia leren schoenen of ...
voor de vrouwen polka dots,
brede rokken met onderrok of kokerrokken, huidkleurige kousen, all stars
of hakken of ..
make-up: rode lippen, eyeliner
of ...
haar: krullen, op huge en
opgestoken (amy winehouse-achtig... serieus)
Wie? Er gaan enkele mensen mee zoizo al mee, je zal wel zien :)
Laten jullie weten als jullie meegaan - moet ik iemand zijn haar/schmink
doen?
Cheap bottle of Italian Aldi wine + 3 packets of unsalted crackers + 200g Boursin + More cheap wine + Some Gouda + Sundried Tomatoes + Olives + More cheap wine
You are a very creative and inspired person. You have a lot of
unique and interesting talents.
You can do amazing things, and you are always thinking outside the box.
You have quite a mind.
However, you tend to have trouble turning your ideas into reality. You
put off doing actual work.
Don't forget that perspiration is a big part of being a genius. Get to
work!
According to an online site called blogthings.com this is my life challenge, according to my birthdate.
Here is my boyfriend's one:
Your Life's Challenge is Being Fussy
You are a responsible, detail oriented person who everyone can count
on. You never let others down.
You are a perfectionist, and you hold yourself to high standards. You
enjoy being a success.
However, you tend to hold others to high standards as well, and they
almost always fail to live up to them.
Lighten up a little, and cut people some slack. You may want to cut
yourself a little slack too while you're at it.
Hehe - this should be interesting.
Today was a funny day. I can't really say why exactly - just the situational humor. That and two people at the office by mistake swapped carkeys and the family man who has a 7seater van with sliding doors ended up driving a Lotus Esprit and VICE VERSA. That and the son of the manager called his dad's favourite 5-star hotel a, quote "Shithole," unquote.
I would like to add the following link. For those of you who know him: this is Rowan N. For those of you who do not, you do now. He is doing some dancing to an Indian Ganesh Mantra song which I think is the perfect personificationated action of my day. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMIHbHkA184
This happened just a few minutes ago: let me set the scene:
I was on my way home from school, one block away from my house. Overall I was uncomfortable: 2 layers of scarf, one giant jacket, big handbag, big bag containing my toolbox. It was misting rain - couldn't be assed to try and hold my umbrella and did not have hood so wet frizzy hair (yay)! I walk up to a crossing muttering sarcastically (with huge smile on face) - and I spot a young guy on a bike coming up to the crossing. He was going at a good pace so I stopped at the crossing. The guy, obviously trying to be nice or gentlemanly or whatever, brakes to a halt. I look at him in a 'hey, you're seriously going to stop?' fashion, grinning ear to ear. So he stops completely - my face still a mix between disbelief and amusement. I just put a huge smile on my face and say 'Aaaaaaaall riiiiiight' and cross.
Also, if a car is coming up quite fast to me and I'm crossing alone I make the following faces: Oh No, OH NO, OOOH NOOOO!!!!, get to other side.
Anyhow, my mom is coming over, gotta go :)
03-05-2010 om 20:57
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30-04-2010
A-flugen Klugen Bugen Huten Tuten..
Deedle dee dee
The person who invented high heeled shoes should be killed - presuming he or she isn't already dead.. And why oh why would I buy 11cm high heels... And walk in them. I have the world's most evil left foot which blisters in any shoe it doesn't like.
I did once try 19cm Jimmy Choos - but they were zebra striped and evil looking. Surprisingly much easier to walk in than medium sized heels. Anyhoo that my random rant about high heels. For more information I would like to refer you to Corky and the Juice Pigs (see link)
I have just discovered there are some naked photos of my boyfriend online. What fun facts you learn from drunk people... I have some googling to do... ;)
In this crazy town We call life There is darkness - emptiness- Total de-struction. No one knows when No one knows where - but soon It will activate. Total annihalation of all life. I talk of The destroyer The one who competes When competion - is futile Who rages In times of peace Who will fall When empires collapse It is arrogance.
There once was a leprechaun afraid, That he was too short to get laid, Don't worry said handsy Paddy, You can be my mini daddy, But he was drunk and so the leprechaun prayed.
Once upon a time in Killaloe Along came Winnie the Pooh He saw a female farmer But didn't want to alarm her So he snuck behind her and shouted "Boo!"
There once was a fashionista from Newport Who was invited to be the king's consort Haha he did shout I knew I'd get her to go out Can I put shoes in the tax exemptive report? (something wrong here with the rhythm)
There once was an silly Belgian lad Who was expecting Ireland to be mad But behind the back of the lass He asked for a shamrock in his glass And had to be taken home wedgy-clad
Anything's better than figuring out how to fill in taxes...
What you will need: A computer. Some form of timing device.
Before you begin: get your fave search engine ready and set the timer:
Good luck and no cheating! To find out if you won email me the answers along with your time in seconds. The winner shall receive one beer or one coke or something of equal value :)
Question 1: On what date dit the Battle of Culloden take place? Question 2: What is the name of the lead actress on the TV show: The Vampire Diaries? Question 3: To which subclass does the Coelacanth belong? Question 4: What does the word "literature" mean (not the definition, the etymological meaning)? Question 5: What is the President of Senegal's wife's name (after marriage)? Question 6: What does the abreviation: Rt. Hon. stand for (UK English version)?
Results: 0-60 seconds Genius!!! 60-80 seconds All riiiiight :) 80-100 seconds Could be better 100-120 seconds My mother always said: if you haven't got anything nice to say...
Jackie Chan does his own stunts, as realistically as possible with a minimum of materials. The following story is fictional:
One cloudy day in an LA Hospital: "This is ambulance 401. We have Jackie Chan, again.. Fell down two storeys...Possible fractures and breaks. Over" "Roger that - we are standing by." Jackie wakes up out of consciousness: "Huh, whele am I? What happen? Owow owww!" Paramedic: "Sir, you are in an ambulance - you fell down two storeys doing a stunt, please remain calm and try to stay still." JC: "A big fall? Like the Belgian Govelnment?" He tries to sit up. He winces. Paramedic: "Sir please lie back - try not to move." JC: "What the wok?! Whele we ale going?" Paramedic: "To the hospital sir, you have possible fractures." JC: " Flactules? I don wanna go to the hospital." Tries to sit up.The paramedic eases him down. Paramedic: "Sir please.. Movement could cause more damage." JC, in a daze: "You look like the lady in my dleam who laugh at me when my hair fall out." His eyes roll back. Paramedic: "Sir, hello! Sir, try to stay with me! Sir?" To the driver: "He's losing consciousness." JC: "Anti-fall shampoo... Yves Letelme... In youl face..." Faints. Scene
In the beginning there was a Big Bang. Anticipating severe contradiction, let us assume there was. The earth began to form. In the centre it was hot with lava, in the middle it was warm igneous rock and on the outside mud, sand, earth and stone. Somewhere in the warm part graphite turned into diamond. Diamonds surfaced and were thought of as a luxury as far back as 6,000 years ago, when they were mined in what is now India. Now 70% of the world's diamonds are distributed via Antwerp. Approximately 60% via Indian/Belgian Companies. This is where I find myself today, working for one of these companies. My adventures here have been many, some more pleasant than others. In any case - it's very different than everything else I have done.
So that is my work. I'm also studying Jewellery Design and Goldsmithing by night. Coming up to the end of year one in a three-year course. My skill set so far includes: working to measurement correct to one five hundreths of a millimeter, filing, sawing, flattening, pulling wire, polishing, making chainlinks and soldering as well as a History of Jewellery course, and elementary Sketching.
In the past I have lived in Ireland, Limburg and Antwerp, I have travelled to the UK, the Netherlands, France, Germany, Spain, Italy, Greece, Switzerland, Morocco and Senegal and I am currently planning a trip to India next year.
I live with my 2 Russian Hamsters: Munch and Leo who speak fluent English and a bit of Dutch and am currently looking into keeping a tortoise. My boyfriend Joe provides the perfect sarcasm to combat my crazy and often random hyperboles and my French sucks.
Usually I keep my blog strictly out of my personal life, maybe except the banalities, but today I feel like dishing something very personal, the most romantic thing I've ever had someone say to me..
As I am finishing up my bracelet and other final pieces, I am realising that I can make jewellery!!!!!!
