Solly as a Rock!!

All you need is your own imagination

So use it that’s what it’s for [that's what it's for]

Go inside, for your finest inspiration

Your dreams will open the door [open up the door]

It makes no difference if you’re black or white

If you’re a boy or a girl

If the music’s pumping it will give you new life

You’re a superstar, yes, that’s what you are, you know it

Come on, vogue

Let your body move to the music [move to the music]

Hey, hey, hey

Come on, vogue

Let your body go with the flow [go with the flow]

You know you can do it!

(2nd verse plus chorus from Madonna‘s ‘Vogue’)

I can’t wait for tonight!!!

I could not agree more with John Kerry: ‘Today marks a tragic milestone in the war in Iraq.’ He made this comment, after receiving the news that the U.S. military death toll in Iraq reached 1000 on Tuesday, nearly 18 months after the invasion to topple Saddam Hussein. (complete article) The number has risen to 1002 already this morning…

Loud music can do more than damage your hearing – it can also cause your lungs to collapse. Experts writing in the ‘Thorax’ detail four cases where loud music fans experienced the condition, known as a pneumothorax. It is thought the intense pulses of low-frequency, high-energy sound causes the lung to rupture because air and tissue respond differently to sound. The usual risk factors for collapsed lungs are smoking, illness that has weakened the patient, chronic obstructive lung disease or use of drugs that depress alertness or consciousness, such as sedatives, barbiturates, tranquilizers, or alcohol. (more)

Low frequency sound, combined with smoke and alcohol… Damn: clubbing IS bad for your health…

I’ll try to stand not too close to the loudspeakers, not inhale any second hand smoke and stay sober next Saturday night.

Sure, Solly, sure ;-D

I just woke up with a happy smile on my face. Why, you ask me? Its not because I will paint the stairs this week. Or because the floors will be completely finished at the end of this week – only two more rooms to go. It’s not even because MyLove might do his 6 month internship here, in the Netherlands, instead of in Hong Kong. All are wonderful things, difinitely but…

MADONNA IS COMING TO TOWN! AND I HAVE TICKETS! Fourteen years ago – the last time she was here – I was too young, but this Wednesday, I will see the icon of my generation performing live!!!

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Forrest Gump: ‘Those must be comfortable shoes. I bet you could walk around all day in shoes like that and not feel a thing.’ Lady: ‘My feet hurt.’ (source)

I wore pink shoes with pointy noses on yesterday’s wedding – not mine, MyLove’s brother got married. Several female guests wore similar shoes: red, brown, black… all with pointy noses. One after another, the ladies swapped their ‘torture-devices’ for comfortable sneakers. Not me. I wore my pink pointy shoes all day and all evening. With pride. ‘Those’ weren’t comfortable shoes: my feet hurt like hell, because my toes were squeezed into an arrow-shape. But I stood strong. I am a tough chick. I can stand the pain, in order to look pretty! (plus I forgot to bring my own comfi sneakers with me…)

I just found myself ‘Google-ing’ on: clean laminated flooring…

ps. here you can read how to get rid of those nasty mashed-peas-and-carrots, coffee and wine stains. Yep, last night was fun!

Thank goodness, we’re done with the laminated flooring! Okay, it still needs some final touches here and there, but the furniture is back in place again. For the past week the house has been an absolute chaos. The living room was empty – except for a hard working Love and slowly growing laminated floor – and our stuff was everywhere. Nothing was were it used to be or where I thought it would be; I could not find anything any more… Some people say that people with a messy house probably suffer from a depression or other psychological problems… Well, the opposite is true, too. Chaotic casa: chaotic Solly! I could not concentrate, focus or think straight anymore; I walked around the apartment like a headless chicken. So, I followed a four day ‘therapy’ program, with one goal: spent as little time as possible at home (MyLove clearly stated he did NOT need help with the flooring).

Day 1: Occupational therapy (read: painting at the neighbours/in-laws)

Day 2: ‘Find your inner child’-therapy (read: visit a fairy tale theme park with a bunch of women and one bachelorette)

Day 3: Retail therapy (read: shoes, accessories, groceries… Whatever)

Day 4: Relaxation therapy (read: a day in a spa with a certain bachelorette)

Today: the house is clean and orderly again.

I am cured!