Archive for september, 2004

maandag, 20 september 2004

Oops… she did it again!

 

I do not know if this is old news already but I just found out that Britney Spears got married last Saturday!!! It was a very stylish, high profile event, too:

For her second wedding Britney, 22, wore a white strapless gown made for her by little-known designer Monique L’Huillier. Kevin, a dad of two, wore a white tuxedo. Later the couple wore bizarre matching TRACKSUITS as they celebrated in a club afterwards. The bride wore a white sweatshirt with “Mrs Federline” on it, a frilly white halter-neck top, tracksuit bottoms and white trainers. Kevin, 26, wore a baggy tracksuit with “The Pimp” on the back, white trainers — and a grey trilby hat. The wacky wedding theme continued as Britney’s pals — and her mum Lynne and sister Jamie Lynn — wore pink velour tracksuits with “The Maids” on the back. Most of Kevin’s pals were dressed in white tracksuits with “Pimps” emblazoned on them. His dad was wearing a special suit with “Pimp Daddy” on it.

Ah well, as long as they’re happy…

maandag, 20 september 2004

(…)

 

Hmmm.

Pfff.

Sorry, I really can’t think of anything to write.

Oh, no, wait! Don’t go!

Come back later… say… in the afternoon?

I must have recovered from my Monday morning writers block by then!

apologies for this absolute non-post, but I did not want to insert a test card…

zondag, 19 september 2004

Sunday morning feeling (4):

 

The churchbell is ringing constantly, but I won’t go. MyLove’s asleep, I stumble through the appartment with a big mug of coffee. I Smile. The streets are empty, the sun is shining. Nothing on tv, no shops open, no mail, no books I haven’t read yet… Nice. A good, old-fashioned small-city boring lazy Sunday!

vrijdag, 17 september 2004

Fun on Friday (5)

 

The older you are, the bigger the chances to get high scores in this game….

woensdag, 15 september 2004

One of those days

 

Warning for happy people: I aint today! Because ‘this is my life and I don’t give a damn‘-log, I can also post negative stuff on it. Nothing seriously negative, though. I mean, I did get bad news, no life threatening diseases, no dead relatives or friends, it’s just… *sighs*

I over slept, and I have a very busy day ahead of me… It started raining and I did not notice it at first which was crappy because I had hung my laundry outside in the – at that moment happily shining – sun… I turned my mattress and it fell right on top of me… I spilled coffee on the just cleaned floor… I bumped my knee into a pile of left-over laminated flooring boards and during my hopping around in pain I tripped over a cable… I just want to retreat to my sofa and – literally – lick my wounds, but I can’t, I have a busy day ahead of me…

…and they say that writing down your feelings and thoughts is bad bad for your health? I definitely feel better now.

Thanks.

dinsdag, 14 september 2004

Men about the house

 

While I stroll through the apartment, I greet Franklin (once), Benno (twice) and Billy – four times. Ivar is not around, he went to the basement. I sigh. They are all so tall, fit and handsome… While checking them out, MyLove sneaks up to me from the back. He throws his arms around me. “Ain’t they a good looking bunch?”, he whispers in my ear. “I’m so happy I did not have to choose between them, but could take all of them home with me. You are such an understanding man!”, I whisper back. He grabs my hand and we go upstairs. At the doorstep, I look over my shoulder and smile. “Good night to you all”. They don’t answer. I laugh softly about my silly behavior. Why should they answer, they are furniture

(inspiration)

maandag, 13 september 2004

Dear Bad diary…

 

Keeping a diary is bad for your health, say UK psychologists. They found that regular diarists were more likely than non-diarists to suffer from headaches, sleeplessness, digestive problems and social awkwardness. Their finding challenges assumptions that people find it easier to get over a traumatic event if they write about it. (complete article)

Personally, – and I am definitely not the only one – I believe writing does help me to get over stuff, even though – or maybe because of – you really have to think things through and over in order to write readable

zaterdag, 11 september 2004

Where were you…

 

…And what were you doing three years ago?

At home, drinking coffee at the sofa. I had just packed my bags and was ready to leave for my offshore survival course. The TV was on and I was flipping through the channels. Newsflash – interruption on the Newschannel. Phone ringing at the same time. Mum. “Is your TV on?” And so I heard about the first plane-crash. I watched the second crash. Live. In shock, so surreal. Then the collapse of the Twin Towers. I will never get the image of people jumping to their destiny out of my memory. The Pentagon…I listened to the news on my walkman on my way to the course. I cried.

vrijdag, 10 september 2004

Hitchcock

 

I was walking down an alley, the kind you´d rather not walk at this hour of night. Dark, narrow, no houses, just walls. Normally I would have taken the long route, but it was raining. Hard. This shortcut meant 15 minutes less in the pouring rain and a reasonable decrease in the chance of catching my first common cold of the season. Halfway down the alley, I noticed a man at the other end, walking in my direction. Tall, big, not handsome … The type you don´t want to meet in a dark alley at night. Alarm bells started ringing in my head. I remembered my ´self defense classes´, so I increased my pace, took a firmer grip on my handbag – heavy! weapon! – and looked down – avoid eye contact! Five meters away, the man slowed down. I made the mistake to look in his direction.

I saw him taking something out of his bag. Something small.

`Hello lady´, he said, and smiled to me. “Oh no” I thought, shivers running down my spine, “I should have listened to my conscious and taken the long route…” “Want a strawberry?”

A what?!

I noticed the man was holding a little box with fresh strawberries in front of me.

I refused his offer – “No. Thanks.” – I was not hungry. Really. The man shrugged his shoulders. I walked on, and did not look back.

vrijdag, 10 september 2004

Sing along

 

Next Saturday I have a reunion of my former church choir.

Q – from audience: “Solly, you sung in a church choir?! I mean, can you actually sing?!” A- from Solly herself: *cranky* Yes I can sing! *enthusiastically* But the choir was more than singing alone. It was an excuse to gossip, go wild, kiss guys, go to the local bar after rehearsal… Then there was the whole Catholic church choir and me being Lutheran thing… I had a great time!

Anyway, I have had my share of reunions now – the burden of getting older ;-) – and I´m still not quite sure if I like them. I mean, its fun to meet old friends and find out what has become of them – did they get far in life, is the pretty girl still pretty (or has she gone fat!), is the hunk still hunky … Yet, if it had been ´real friends´ you would have kept contact with them anyway. Then you have the whole unemployment thing… Plus, I used to be a wild chick back in the day… I mean really wild: lots of beer and boys…

Solly´s inner teenager: I still am! I still am a wild chick. Look: Solly going wild! *sighs* Naah, not convincing anymore .

Ah well, for old times sake, I´ll go to the reunion. I won´t kiss, but I will tell!