Friday, May 30, 2003
Thursday, May 29, 2003
Denial = Death
Just seen the original documentary about "bug chasers" by Louise Hogarth. Young gay men seeking out the HIV virus to "get the infection over with". Reasoning that they'll get it eventually anyway, so they might as well have control over when they get it. The ultimate fear of failure response. With fear of failure, you get people not studying so that -if they fail- it's not because they were stupid but because they didn't study. No need to constantly worry about it anymore once you've got it. For some it's also blatant suicide. The easy way to commit suicide as it were. It creates a sense of belonging, apparently.
HIV prevention has failed for many gay men. The numbers are on the rise again. Asking about someone's HIV status or proclaiming your own HIV negativity is not-done because it makes HIV positive men feel uncomfortable, because it feels as if you're saying something's wrong with their life. It's offensive. Has HIV prevention become offensive?
HIV positive people should not be shunned or treated as lepers. But neither should negative people want to "become" one of them or feel that it's only a matter of time before they get infected too. The matter was raised in the documentary that if you refused to bareback (have sex without a condom), it was as if you were saying something was wrong with being HIV positive. Well, it's a fatal illness... it's like saying cancer is jolly, there's nothing "wrong" with cancer. There's nothing wrong with HIV positive people as persons, but they are ill. No sense in denying it.
I've bookmarked a psychological essay on it. Will be reading that sometime this week, too tired now.
After "silence", now it seems that it's more a matter of "Denial" is death.
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Just seen the original documentary about "bug chasers" by Louise Hogarth. Young gay men seeking out the HIV virus to "get the infection over with". Reasoning that they'll get it eventually anyway, so they might as well have control over when they get it. The ultimate fear of failure response. With fear of failure, you get people not studying so that -if they fail- it's not because they were stupid but because they didn't study. No need to constantly worry about it anymore once you've got it. For some it's also blatant suicide. The easy way to commit suicide as it were. It creates a sense of belonging, apparently.
HIV prevention has failed for many gay men. The numbers are on the rise again. Asking about someone's HIV status or proclaiming your own HIV negativity is not-done because it makes HIV positive men feel uncomfortable, because it feels as if you're saying something's wrong with their life. It's offensive. Has HIV prevention become offensive?
HIV positive people should not be shunned or treated as lepers. But neither should negative people want to "become" one of them or feel that it's only a matter of time before they get infected too. The matter was raised in the documentary that if you refused to bareback (have sex without a condom), it was as if you were saying something was wrong with being HIV positive. Well, it's a fatal illness... it's like saying cancer is jolly, there's nothing "wrong" with cancer. There's nothing wrong with HIV positive people as persons, but they are ill. No sense in denying it.
I've bookmarked a psychological essay on it. Will be reading that sometime this week, too tired now.
After "silence", now it seems that it's more a matter of "Denial" is death.
Wednesday, May 28, 2003
you are my shunshine my only shunshine
Sitting outside, reading Michael Moore's Stupid White Men (of which you can find an extra chapter here), watching the cat stretch out in the sun and getting itchy eyes from the pollen in the air. Life can be nice.
Heard this on Radio Donna this morning "I'd like to dedicate this song to my best friend who managed to lose her baby" (rough translation of "Voor mijn vriendin die haar kind kwijtgespeeld is"). I'm guessing the poor woman had a miscarriage. With friends like that.... Despite my compassion for the woman the statement did make me laugh...
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Sitting outside, reading Michael Moore's Stupid White Men (of which you can find an extra chapter here), watching the cat stretch out in the sun and getting itchy eyes from the pollen in the air. Life can be nice.
Heard this on Radio Donna this morning "I'd like to dedicate this song to my best friend who managed to lose her baby" (rough translation of "Voor mijn vriendin die haar kind kwijtgespeeld is"). I'm guessing the poor woman had a miscarriage. With friends like that.... Despite my compassion for the woman the statement did make me laugh...
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
first exam
over and done with. It was difficult but I feel I deserve to pass. There. Now I just hope my professor feels the same way.
Other things I noted during my first-in-a-while trip in the wild world?
Some people still have not discovered the role of deodorant. Honestly, it's not that expensive and not that much work. Use it! Please!
Wearing woolen slippers outside during warm weather is considered trendy amongst the drugged.
People look at you differently when you're wearing a Pooh-and-Eeyore t-shirt.
Fnac is a haven for books and it's bloody difficult not to come outside with fivehundred books. And Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix is released on June 21st. Damn... i'm not meant to be in Ghent then. Ah well. An extra trip is called for.
I really really need to vacuum... this place is disgusting...
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over and done with. It was difficult but I feel I deserve to pass. There. Now I just hope my professor feels the same way.
Other things I noted during my first-in-a-while trip in the wild world?
Some people still have not discovered the role of deodorant. Honestly, it's not that expensive and not that much work. Use it! Please!
Wearing woolen slippers outside during warm weather is considered trendy amongst the drugged.
People look at you differently when you're wearing a Pooh-and-Eeyore t-shirt.
Fnac is a haven for books and it's bloody difficult not to come outside with fivehundred books. And Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix is released on June 21st. Damn... i'm not meant to be in Ghent then. Ah well. An extra trip is called for.
I really really need to vacuum... this place is disgusting...
Monday, May 26, 2003
whiiii tennis!
In all my Eurosong obsessing I almost forgot the other main event that is happening this week. The French Open!.
All this week Ellen and I will be keeping each other up to date about the Belgian results and I'll neglect studying in favour of rooting in front of my tv screen. In the best case scenario: I'll be studying with the TV on so I can catch the scores or a nice rally.
At this very moment Malisse leads 7-5, 6-4, 4-1 against Galatrava. Come on Malisse!
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In all my Eurosong obsessing I almost forgot the other main event that is happening this week. The French Open!.
All this week Ellen and I will be keeping each other up to date about the Belgian results and I'll neglect studying in favour of rooting in front of my tv screen. In the best case scenario: I'll be studying with the TV on so I can catch the scores or a nice rally.
At this very moment Malisse leads 7-5, 6-4, 4-1 against Galatrava. Come on Malisse!
Sunday, May 25, 2003
oh mon amour, ou est tu mon amour
No more eurovision. No more till 2004.
Remind me to go to Istanbul then?
Only the CD left and the tape. For now. Till Le Feux demands it.
So now what.
What am I meant to blog about?
About... exams? Exams!!! Holy fuck I've got exams on Tuesday!
Someone hand me the valium and the Red Bull!
OK. A serious psychopharmacology link.
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No more eurovision. No more till 2004.
Remind me to go to Istanbul then?
Only the CD left and the tape. For now. Till Le Feux demands it.
So now what.
What am I meant to blog about?
About... exams? Exams!!! Holy fuck I've got exams on Tuesday!
Someone hand me the valium and the Red Bull!
OK. A serious psychopharmacology link.
Saturday, May 24, 2003
Ze points of Mel I Sa
DJ Mel I Sa (originally known as blubSTER) brings you her points.
1 point: Austria - Weil der Mensch zählt
2 points: Israel - Words for love
3 points: Russia - Ni ver ni bojsja
4 points: Norway - I'm not afraid to move on
5 points: UK - Cry baby
6 points: The Netherlands - One more night
7 points: Turkey - Everyway that I can
8 points: Spain - Dime
10 points: France - Monts et Merveilles
12 points: Rumenia - Don't break my heart
DJ Mel I Sa would like it known that Tatu's final score would rise if they were to kiss on stage. And that she hopes the rumenian singer can carry a tune live. And and that this is a very important matter, so these are only preliminary scores. They can change after the performances. But don't worry fans, we'll let you know. Live. On this blog.
we would like to make it known that Der blauer Vogel could not be reached for commentary on this important matter
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DJ Mel I Sa (originally known as blubSTER) brings you her points.
1 point: Austria - Weil der Mensch zählt
2 points: Israel - Words for love
3 points: Russia - Ni ver ni bojsja
4 points: Norway - I'm not afraid to move on
5 points: UK - Cry baby
6 points: The Netherlands - One more night
7 points: Turkey - Everyway that I can
8 points: Spain - Dime
10 points: France - Monts et Merveilles
12 points: Rumenia - Don't break my heart
DJ Mel I Sa would like it known that Tatu's final score would rise if they were to kiss on stage. And that she hopes the rumenian singer can carry a tune live. And and that this is a very important matter, so these are only preliminary scores. They can change after the performances. But don't worry fans, we'll let you know. Live. On this blog.
we would like to make it known that Der blauer Vogel could not be reached for commentary on this important matter
les points de Monsieur le Feux de Perrie
Since Monsieur Le Perrie was born in Finland, he reserves the right to vote for Belgium.
1 point : Russia - Ni ver Ni Bosjia
2 points: Ireland - We've got the world tonight
3 points: Belgium - Sanomi
4 points: Holland - One more night
5 points: UK - Cry baby
6 points: Estonia - 80s coming back
7 points: Iceland - Open your heart
8 points: Turkey - Everyway that I can
10 points: France - Monts et Merveilles
12 points: Rumenia - Don't break my heart
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Since Monsieur Le Perrie was born in Finland, he reserves the right to vote for Belgium.
1 point : Russia - Ni ver Ni Bosjia
2 points: Ireland - We've got the world tonight
3 points: Belgium - Sanomi
4 points: Holland - One more night
5 points: UK - Cry baby
6 points: Estonia - 80s coming back
7 points: Iceland - Open your heart
8 points: Turkey - Everyway that I can
10 points: France - Monts et Merveilles
12 points: Rumenia - Don't break my heart
Ze points of ze Pigletian Zury
1 point: Cyprus - Feeling alive
2 points: Russia - Ni ver ni bojsia
3 points: Greece - Never let you go
4 points: Holland - One more night
5 points: Norway - I'm not afraid to move on
6 points: UK - Cry baby
7 points: France - Monts et Merveilles
8 points: Rumenia - Don't break my heart
10 points: Turkey - Everyway that I can
12 points: Spain - Dime
And can I just let you know that I'M NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN.
It was hell. You listen to these things so many times everything begins to sound good. Or bad. And now I'm stuck with "cry cry baby" in my head probably for the rest of the day.
Aaaaargh!
My opinion will probably change 20 times today, especially after seeing the live performances tonight, but this is what is left of my mind after endless listening to 26 songs. You'll note that Belgium isn't in my top 10... that is because -as a belgian citizen- Piglet isn't allowed to vote for her own country. Doesn't mean you shouldn't vote for Belgium. Go on. You know you want to... as a favour to me... hehe...
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1 point: Cyprus - Feeling alive
2 points: Russia - Ni ver ni bojsia
3 points: Greece - Never let you go
4 points: Holland - One more night
5 points: Norway - I'm not afraid to move on
6 points: UK - Cry baby
7 points: France - Monts et Merveilles
8 points: Rumenia - Don't break my heart
10 points: Turkey - Everyway that I can
12 points: Spain - Dime
And can I just let you know that I'M NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN.
It was hell. You listen to these things so many times everything begins to sound good. Or bad. And now I'm stuck with "cry cry baby" in my head probably for the rest of the day.
Aaaaargh!
My opinion will probably change 20 times today, especially after seeing the live performances tonight, but this is what is left of my mind after endless listening to 26 songs. You'll note that Belgium isn't in my top 10... that is because -as a belgian citizen- Piglet isn't allowed to vote for her own country. Doesn't mean you shouldn't vote for Belgium. Go on. You know you want to... as a favour to me... hehe...
Friday, May 23, 2003
The last 7
This is not a prediction of the end result, just the 7 countries I've neglected so far.
Bosnia is another country singing in their own language. But what is the language of Bosnia? I've never heard of Bosnian... hm. Answers on a postcard please. The song. Ne Brini means "could it be?" Well. It could be, cos it's not bad. But then neither are half the other songs I've been blabbing on about.The girl is younger than me, which is quite a shock. I was about to write her off as "another 16 year old" till I did the maths and saw that she was 18 or 19... Ouch. So. Nothing special, but definitely not bad. Ass-shaking worthy.
Portugal took it upon themselves to go back to the Eurovision of the past. With the long flowing gowns, the heartfelt serious ballads, singing "Deixa-Me Sonhar", "keep the dream alive". Yes, very well. But it's boring, not a feather boa in sight. Next please.
Le Feux de Perrie predicts Malta will win, so I have to be polite about this entry. If they do win he owes me dinner, so whatever you do, vote for malta! I'm hungry! I'm starving! I'm a poor student! I don't like the song all that much. I don't feel as if it's sung right. It needs more balls, more hoarse shouting, more more more... lesbianism! If Melissa Etheridge were to sing this I'd be on the edge of my seat. Come on girl, cut off that hair and invest in combat boots...
Right. Moving on to...Slovenia. In true Eurosong tradition, this Karmen has called her song "nananana". Usually that's a very good sign. It shakes and you can sing at least part of it along with her. But it's not enough. I gather she's blonde (well done Karmen), and she might even wear pink but she'll need more than that to win. I'm not sure if she'll sing this song in Slovenian or in English. I'm hoping the first. Or else we can giggle at the accent.
Poland brings Ich Troje (the band) with their song Zadnych Granic (no borders). Sung in Polish, Russian and German, this is a song about "unifying europe" and "against war". Thus causing the insufferable twit Terry Wogan to say they'll win, since everyone hates the UK because of the war. (Mr Wogan thinks the UK won't win because of the war. I think the song might have more to do with it. Wonder if the UK gives France any points this year, or vice versa for that matter. What Poland? oh, ok...). Whatever Ich Troje's noble intentions, the song is bleurgh... the UK should get more points.
The lovely Israel sends Lior Narkis to Riga with "words for love". This comes down to lyrics with "i love you" translated in about a million languages. Aaaah. cute. Not. Ok, so you'll shake your shoulders a little and gaze at the choreography (it sounds very promising) as this will probably end up in one of those "I love Eurovision"-programmes as a prime example of the eurovision spirit.
Is it good? I don't know! I've listened to 26 songs for cryin out loud and they all have their merits! How am I to say which is my favourite? What do you people want from me?! I've got exams soon as well you know.
Ok.. one more. The last is ... F.L.Y for Latvia with "hello from Mars".
They're at home so they'll get the support of the audience and points from the televoters. But it's a tad boring. Besides, Latvia can't afford to have to organise Eurovision twice in a row. So have mercy on them.
That's it!!! I've talked about them all. I've shone my light on all the participating countries, enlightened you all with some spoilers on what awaits you tomorrow. Don't tell me you're not in the Eurovision spirit yet?
-Actually you can' t tell me cos the comments are fucked up again-
Tomorrow I'll try to give you the points from the Pigletian Jury. Unless I've had a nervous breakdown by then.
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This is not a prediction of the end result, just the 7 countries I've neglected so far.
Bosnia is another country singing in their own language. But what is the language of Bosnia? I've never heard of Bosnian... hm. Answers on a postcard please. The song. Ne Brini means "could it be?" Well. It could be, cos it's not bad. But then neither are half the other songs I've been blabbing on about.The girl is younger than me, which is quite a shock. I was about to write her off as "another 16 year old" till I did the maths and saw that she was 18 or 19... Ouch. So. Nothing special, but definitely not bad. Ass-shaking worthy.
Portugal took it upon themselves to go back to the Eurovision of the past. With the long flowing gowns, the heartfelt serious ballads, singing "Deixa-Me Sonhar", "keep the dream alive". Yes, very well. But it's boring, not a feather boa in sight. Next please.
Le Feux de Perrie predicts Malta will win, so I have to be polite about this entry. If they do win he owes me dinner, so whatever you do, vote for malta! I'm hungry! I'm starving! I'm a poor student! I don't like the song all that much. I don't feel as if it's sung right. It needs more balls, more hoarse shouting, more more more... lesbianism! If Melissa Etheridge were to sing this I'd be on the edge of my seat. Come on girl, cut off that hair and invest in combat boots...
Right. Moving on to...Slovenia. In true Eurosong tradition, this Karmen has called her song "nananana". Usually that's a very good sign. It shakes and you can sing at least part of it along with her. But it's not enough. I gather she's blonde (well done Karmen), and she might even wear pink but she'll need more than that to win. I'm not sure if she'll sing this song in Slovenian or in English. I'm hoping the first. Or else we can giggle at the accent.
Poland brings Ich Troje (the band) with their song Zadnych Granic (no borders). Sung in Polish, Russian and German, this is a song about "unifying europe" and "against war". Thus causing the insufferable twit Terry Wogan to say they'll win, since everyone hates the UK because of the war. (Mr Wogan thinks the UK won't win because of the war. I think the song might have more to do with it. Wonder if the UK gives France any points this year, or vice versa for that matter. What Poland? oh, ok...). Whatever Ich Troje's noble intentions, the song is bleurgh... the UK should get more points.
The lovely Israel sends Lior Narkis to Riga with "words for love". This comes down to lyrics with "i love you" translated in about a million languages. Aaaah. cute. Not. Ok, so you'll shake your shoulders a little and gaze at the choreography (it sounds very promising) as this will probably end up in one of those "I love Eurovision"-programmes as a prime example of the eurovision spirit.
Is it good? I don't know! I've listened to 26 songs for cryin out loud and they all have their merits! How am I to say which is my favourite? What do you people want from me?! I've got exams soon as well you know.
Ok.. one more. The last is ... F.L.Y for Latvia with "hello from Mars".
They're at home so they'll get the support of the audience and points from the televoters. But it's a tad boring. Besides, Latvia can't afford to have to organise Eurovision twice in a row. So have mercy on them.
That's it!!! I've talked about them all. I've shone my light on all the participating countries, enlightened you all with some spoilers on what awaits you tomorrow. Don't tell me you're not in the Eurovision spirit yet?
-Actually you can' t tell me cos the comments are fucked up again-
Tomorrow I'll try to give you the points from the Pigletian Jury. Unless I've had a nervous breakdown by then.
Thursday, May 22, 2003
Eurovision, part 4
Yes, Piglet goes on commenting on the songs for Saturday whether you like it or not.
Because I'm evil. Ha!
First of all, Russia brings the girls from Tatu to Riga. To tease Mac and the other straight gentlemen, I won't post a picture. Told you I was evil! But what can we say about the song? It's typical Tatu. They start out whispering and shout during the chorus. Is it gonna score? Well, Russian sounds sexy. We must admit that. And the girls have stirred quite the controversy by "refusing" to do a decent rehearsal, which is always good for points. So yeah, it's gonna score. But tatu fans don't seem the type to be watching Eurosong, much less voting for them.
Estonia brings a song called "80s coming back". Sounds promising? Think again. OK, it's a good enough melody and it's probably a nice song, but you'll forget it two seconds after having heard it. Unless they bring a dramatic clothes-change, of course.
One of my favourites is Rumania. The poor woman's English is disastrous, she pronounces "what good friends are for" like "what the prince ass for" but the song is very pet shop boys. Unfortunately Monsieur le Perrie tells me the woman couldn't sing live if her life depended on it and tried to take part in the song contest six times already. So, let's pray for her.
And then our good friends the UK. Le Royaume Uni. Well. Erm. The song is decent enough. But that's just it. It's decent. It's a nice pop tune. One that never would reach number one. So why send it to Eurovision? I just know Terry Wogan will be foaming at the mouth if this doesn't end in the top 5, but honestly Terry mate, why does the UK keep sending prefab pop without personality to Eurovision? Everyone is allowed to sing in English now, so you'll have to try a bit harder to win. It's catchy though, so it'll probably score but... it's as if your heart's not in it anymore. What does Littlemoose think about it? As my overseas Eurovision expert?
Greece brings a nice power ballad. But I don't think it really jumps out from the other songs. But who knows, if the woman brings an unforgettable performance and manages to astound us with her vocal qualities... I can just picture people waving their lighters about. Unfortunately she looks like an older, uglier version of the blonde one from "sex in the city"
let's hope she got rid of the perm...
Croatia sing in their own language... which would be...erm... croatian. yes. And that alone means they deserve a few points. "Više nisam tvoja" means as much as "i'm not yours anymore". I'm not very impressed with the girl's vocal qualities, but maybe I just got a bad version of the song. It's not bad, it's not good either. Apparently the girl will be wearing a short white skirt with a top with black, white and pink dots. Very classy indeed!
The Ucraine takes part for the first time ever. Go them. Unfortunately it's an absolutely tragic song. It's called -brace yourselves- "hasta la vista" and that just about says enough. The Ucraine takes us back to the bad Eurovision entries from prehistoric times. Them being first-timers should result in some sympathy votes, but still. Sorry Olexandr.
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Yes, Piglet goes on commenting on the songs for Saturday whether you like it or not.
Because I'm evil. Ha!
First of all, Russia brings the girls from Tatu to Riga. To tease Mac and the other straight gentlemen, I won't post a picture. Told you I was evil! But what can we say about the song? It's typical Tatu. They start out whispering and shout during the chorus. Is it gonna score? Well, Russian sounds sexy. We must admit that. And the girls have stirred quite the controversy by "refusing" to do a decent rehearsal, which is always good for points. So yeah, it's gonna score. But tatu fans don't seem the type to be watching Eurosong, much less voting for them.
Estonia brings a song called "80s coming back". Sounds promising? Think again. OK, it's a good enough melody and it's probably a nice song, but you'll forget it two seconds after having heard it. Unless they bring a dramatic clothes-change, of course.
One of my favourites is Rumania. The poor woman's English is disastrous, she pronounces "what good friends are for" like "what the prince ass for" but the song is very pet shop boys. Unfortunately Monsieur le Perrie tells me the woman couldn't sing live if her life depended on it and tried to take part in the song contest six times already. So, let's pray for her.
And then our good friends the UK. Le Royaume Uni. Well. Erm. The song is decent enough. But that's just it. It's decent. It's a nice pop tune. One that never would reach number one. So why send it to Eurovision? I just know Terry Wogan will be foaming at the mouth if this doesn't end in the top 5, but honestly Terry mate, why does the UK keep sending prefab pop without personality to Eurovision? Everyone is allowed to sing in English now, so you'll have to try a bit harder to win. It's catchy though, so it'll probably score but... it's as if your heart's not in it anymore. What does Littlemoose think about it? As my overseas Eurovision expert?
Greece brings a nice power ballad. But I don't think it really jumps out from the other songs. But who knows, if the woman brings an unforgettable performance and manages to astound us with her vocal qualities... I can just picture people waving their lighters about. Unfortunately she looks like an older, uglier version of the blonde one from "sex in the city"
let's hope she got rid of the perm...
Croatia sing in their own language... which would be...erm... croatian. yes. And that alone means they deserve a few points. "Više nisam tvoja" means as much as "i'm not yours anymore". I'm not very impressed with the girl's vocal qualities, but maybe I just got a bad version of the song. It's not bad, it's not good either. Apparently the girl will be wearing a short white skirt with a top with black, white and pink dots. Very classy indeed!
The Ucraine takes part for the first time ever. Go them. Unfortunately it's an absolutely tragic song. It's called -brace yourselves- "hasta la vista" and that just about says enough. The Ucraine takes us back to the bad Eurovision entries from prehistoric times. Them being first-timers should result in some sympathy votes, but still. Sorry Olexandr.
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Vos points s'il vous plaît
Hello Riga, this is Brussels speaking.
Cyprus sends a Greek god to Riga, in the form of a mister Stelios Konstantas. Look at that! He's got the cute southern European lisp going in his English and he sings a decent catchy song. Points from the gay audience but not from the Turkish jury we bet.
Speaking of the Turks, my colleague Le Feux tells me people aren't very fond of the song by Sertab (apparently quite the diva) but Piglet doesn't think it's bad at all. If the woman can carry a decent tune live, she gets my vote. Then again, she's not Beth. Ok, perhaps not *my* vote, but someone else should vote for her. It's a lovely bellydancing tune, shame about the rap in the middle. Yes, a rap. This is Eurovision people! Don't be surprised if people hop onstage with feathers in their arses!
Sweden sends Abba to the songfestival AGAIN. If you don't believe me, pay attention to the intro of "give me your love" Saturday. Where have we heard that before?
Now everyone I know (meaning le feux de perrie and Mel I Sa) is mad about Holland's Esther Hart but I'm not. Lyrics like "there's a fire that burns within us, a flame that never dies" only ring my cliché-bell and make me run for the nearest toilet. The woman pronounces "stopped" like "stuffed", which is rather hilarious, but apart from that... I'll grant it to her, the song is upbeat and will probably score. But not with me. Sorry Esther.
Germany sends a headache-inducing thundering beat to Riga. Urgh. Where's Guildo when you need him? You'll definitely wake up if you'd have happened to doze off during the contest (like during Belgium's performance *ahem*), but it'll have you reaching for the aspirin bottle. "Let's get happy and let's be gay" indeed.
The song for Norway reminds me very strongly of another song, but I can't remember which one. Some people will find it sleep-inducing and others will probably reach for their hankeys. I'm not that crazy about it. A man singing he's "in love with a beautiful girl" when he sounds too old not to sing about "women" rubs me the wrong way (note: he's only 23, but still). But this could end very near the top if you ask me, remember the awful Olson Brothers?
Look at this guy, he'd fit right in with Urban Trad! Points from Norway please!
photos stolen from www.eurosong.be
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Hello Riga, this is Brussels speaking.
Cyprus sends a Greek god to Riga, in the form of a mister Stelios Konstantas. Look at that! He's got the cute southern European lisp going in his English and he sings a decent catchy song. Points from the gay audience but not from the Turkish jury we bet.
Speaking of the Turks, my colleague Le Feux tells me people aren't very fond of the song by Sertab (apparently quite the diva) but Piglet doesn't think it's bad at all. If the woman can carry a decent tune live, she gets my vote. Then again, she's not Beth. Ok, perhaps not *my* vote, but someone else should vote for her. It's a lovely bellydancing tune, shame about the rap in the middle. Yes, a rap. This is Eurovision people! Don't be surprised if people hop onstage with feathers in their arses!
Sweden sends Abba to the songfestival AGAIN. If you don't believe me, pay attention to the intro of "give me your love" Saturday. Where have we heard that before?
Now everyone I know (meaning le feux de perrie and Mel I Sa) is mad about Holland's Esther Hart but I'm not. Lyrics like "there's a fire that burns within us, a flame that never dies" only ring my cliché-bell and make me run for the nearest toilet. The woman pronounces "stopped" like "stuffed", which is rather hilarious, but apart from that... I'll grant it to her, the song is upbeat and will probably score. But not with me. Sorry Esther.
Germany sends a headache-inducing thundering beat to Riga. Urgh. Where's Guildo when you need him? You'll definitely wake up if you'd have happened to doze off during the contest (like during Belgium's performance *ahem*), but it'll have you reaching for the aspirin bottle. "Let's get happy and let's be gay" indeed.
The song for Norway reminds me very strongly of another song, but I can't remember which one. Some people will find it sleep-inducing and others will probably reach for their hankeys. I'm not that crazy about it. A man singing he's "in love with a beautiful girl" when he sounds too old not to sing about "women" rubs me the wrong way (note: he's only 23, but still). But this could end very near the top if you ask me, remember the awful Olson Brothers?
Look at this guy, he'd fit right in with Urban Trad! Points from Norway please!
photos stolen from www.eurosong.be
friendship book
Does anyone remember these?
It's something you do when you have penpals. Someone makes a booklet for you and sends it on to a penpal, who sends it on to a penpal and so on and so on. One landed in my letterbox this morning. Made by someone I don't even get along with anymore now, it must have been underway for at least five years. Been in Canada, New Zealand, the US. See.. email doesn't have that kind of magic.
Funnily enough it switched from a nice friendly Pet Shop Boys fans booklet to... evil slashers and metalheads! *shudders* The horror!
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Does anyone remember these?
It's something you do when you have penpals. Someone makes a booklet for you and sends it on to a penpal, who sends it on to a penpal and so on and so on. One landed in my letterbox this morning. Made by someone I don't even get along with anymore now, it must have been underway for at least five years. Been in Canada, New Zealand, the US. See.. email doesn't have that kind of magic.
Funnily enough it switched from a nice friendly Pet Shop Boys fans booklet to... evil slashers and metalheads! *shudders* The horror!
Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Belgians!
Gezien we straks weer een nieuwe regering hebben, kunnen we ze maar beter een sein geven dat bepaalde dingen uit het vorige regeerakkoord nog niet zijn verwezenlijkt, zoals het stemrecht voor niet-EU burgers. Als je het daarmee eens bent, teken dan aub deze petitie.
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Gezien we straks weer een nieuwe regering hebben, kunnen we ze maar beter een sein geven dat bepaalde dingen uit het vorige regeerakkoord nog niet zijn verwezenlijkt, zoals het stemrecht voor niet-EU burgers. Als je het daarmee eens bent, teken dan aub deze petitie.
Severus
Piglet got a pressie for finishing her thesis.
Northern Lass sent her a Severus keyring and pencil.... mmmm Severussssss... Somehow I don't think he really fits with my teddybear-keyring so I'll have to find an alternative use for him. How about an earring?
Meanwhile I'm determined to get into the Eurosong spirit. It's an election, it's queer and it's camp. What more could you bloody well want? Piglet has put her expert ear to listen to some more songs.
The first is from Ireland (a man named Mickey something, not Mouse) and Piglet has decided she thinks it's boring. Now perhaps an act with elephants, dragons and half naked female dancers can save Mickey's aRse, but that's not really Ireland's style. Sorry Mac. Do give us the 12 points though. We're folky. Very dubliners. You like that, right?
France's participant has a very strange nose and sings a typical "french eurosong" ballad. In French. Of course. However halfway through the song turns turkish and the refrain is annoyingly catchy "oh mon amour, ou es-tu mon amour". Roman-nosed Louisa could definitely end at the top, but I don't think she'll win. She's no Beth of course.
This year's Guildo Horn is Alf Poier, from Austria. He sings a dramatic ode to animals... he goes so far as to mention Käfer (beatles), Dromedar aus Afrika and Pferden (Horses). There's a headbanging bit in the middle, so if Herr Poier shows up with a trendy mohawk I see him getting some points. He is obviously very concerned about our education, telling us "du must Biologie studieren". Ja, Alf.
Then Iceland. The land of Paul Oscar and leather sofas. Well. It's nice, but no leather sofa in sight I'm afraid. Unless Birgitta does a dramatic clothes-change in the middle of her song I don't her winning. Unless she's pretty. Of course. Or a rock chick with attitude.
So much is dependent on the act my sweeties....
Le Feux de Perrie has promised me more songs this evening, so I shall be full of even more wisdom after that.
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Piglet got a pressie for finishing her thesis.
Northern Lass sent her a Severus keyring and pencil.... mmmm Severussssss... Somehow I don't think he really fits with my teddybear-keyring so I'll have to find an alternative use for him. How about an earring?
Meanwhile I'm determined to get into the Eurosong spirit. It's an election, it's queer and it's camp. What more could you bloody well want? Piglet has put her expert ear to listen to some more songs.
The first is from Ireland (a man named Mickey something, not Mouse) and Piglet has decided she thinks it's boring. Now perhaps an act with elephants, dragons and half naked female dancers can save Mickey's aRse, but that's not really Ireland's style. Sorry Mac. Do give us the 12 points though. We're folky. Very dubliners. You like that, right?
France's participant has a very strange nose and sings a typical "french eurosong" ballad. In French. Of course. However halfway through the song turns turkish and the refrain is annoyingly catchy "oh mon amour, ou es-tu mon amour". Roman-nosed Louisa could definitely end at the top, but I don't think she'll win. She's no Beth of course.
This year's Guildo Horn is Alf Poier, from Austria. He sings a dramatic ode to animals... he goes so far as to mention Käfer (beatles), Dromedar aus Afrika and Pferden (Horses). There's a headbanging bit in the middle, so if Herr Poier shows up with a trendy mohawk I see him getting some points. He is obviously very concerned about our education, telling us "du must Biologie studieren". Ja, Alf.
Then Iceland. The land of Paul Oscar and leather sofas. Well. It's nice, but no leather sofa in sight I'm afraid. Unless Birgitta does a dramatic clothes-change in the middle of her song I don't her winning. Unless she's pretty. Of course. Or a rock chick with attitude.
So much is dependent on the act my sweeties....
Le Feux de Perrie has promised me more songs this evening, so I shall be full of even more wisdom after that.
Monday, May 19, 2003
the *real* election
To put it in Afrikaans "Ag Kak man!". I'm not gonna waste anymore breath on the elections, for different reasons. In the mean time let's move on to the real important elections of the year. The Eurovision song contest! Yes, it's only five days away. Who can forget legendary times like the year when Terry Wogan nearly threw a fit on the BBC because Dana International won instead of Imaani? Or the year after when the Diva herself fell flat on her arse, presenting the trophy?
Belgium, as usual, doesn't stand a chance in hell of winning. Especially not since they sent a group of Irish 70s contestant-throwbacks to Riga in the form of Urban Trad, as you can see below.
A folk group, singing a folk song in a made up language. Yes. A made up language. We thought it very clever since songs like Dinge Dong and Lalala did so well in the past. However, this will be a different matter. We do demand the 12 points from Ireland though. I feel we've earned them.
So, to not stay on the depression that are the Belgian contestants, let's focus on my personal favourite (of all the songs I've heard so far): Spain's Beth, with Dime. A very "shake your groove thing" Latin beat and a gorgeous girl. Again, as can be seen in the rather bad picture below.
I've not heard all the songs yet, but I'm sure my dear colleague, le Feux de Perrie, can change that. Give it to me Monsieur de Perrie!
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To put it in Afrikaans "Ag Kak man!". I'm not gonna waste anymore breath on the elections, for different reasons. In the mean time let's move on to the real important elections of the year. The Eurovision song contest! Yes, it's only five days away. Who can forget legendary times like the year when Terry Wogan nearly threw a fit on the BBC because Dana International won instead of Imaani? Or the year after when the Diva herself fell flat on her arse, presenting the trophy?
Belgium, as usual, doesn't stand a chance in hell of winning. Especially not since they sent a group of Irish 70s contestant-throwbacks to Riga in the form of Urban Trad, as you can see below.
A folk group, singing a folk song in a made up language. Yes. A made up language. We thought it very clever since songs like Dinge Dong and Lalala did so well in the past. However, this will be a different matter. We do demand the 12 points from Ireland though. I feel we've earned them.
So, to not stay on the depression that are the Belgian contestants, let's focus on my personal favourite (of all the songs I've heard so far): Spain's Beth, with Dime. A very "shake your groove thing" Latin beat and a gorgeous girl. Again, as can be seen in the rather bad picture below.
I've not heard all the songs yet, but I'm sure my dear colleague, le Feux de Perrie, can change that. Give it to me Monsieur de Perrie!
Sunday, May 18, 2003
elections
I went and voted. As did 10 million other belgians this morning.
Waiting for results... it's not gonna be good...
This morning I was greeted by the sight of melissa's neighbour-from-across-the-street putting a Vlaams Blok poster in his car. As if to convince last minute voters.... Hope it wasn't an omen.
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I went and voted. As did 10 million other belgians this morning.
Waiting for results... it's not gonna be good...
This morning I was greeted by the sight of melissa's neighbour-from-across-the-street putting a Vlaams Blok poster in his car. As if to convince last minute voters.... Hope it wasn't an omen.
Saturday, May 17, 2003
the excitement
Tonight is the first Dubbelpunt party since the disaster that was the last party. But that's not what the excitement is about. The title would be dread and lazyness if this post was about the party. However, do come to the party. We need people, we're broke!
The excitement is about my Les Mysteres des Moustaches colleague, le Feux de Perrie, who will be interviewed for gay radio this afternoon. Indeed, word of his extraordinary talent has spread and they want to interview him on his Eurovision knowledge, in honour of the Festival next weekend. Naturally, his Press Officer, Hullabaloo, and colleagues, Le Vent de Lowe and Mel I Sa will be joining him in this Milestone.
Tomorrow is the vote... the general election in which the green party will lose spectacularly because the socialist party will win spectacularly (the left-winged pond isn't expanding, just redistributing). The christian hypocrites and liberal "conseravtives" will be fighting it out tooth and nail. And extreme right will loudly gain votes... as usual. Thus, the prediction of Mystic Piglet.
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Tonight is the first Dubbelpunt party since the disaster that was the last party. But that's not what the excitement is about. The title would be dread and lazyness if this post was about the party. However, do come to the party. We need people, we're broke!
The excitement is about my Les Mysteres des Moustaches colleague, le Feux de Perrie, who will be interviewed for gay radio this afternoon. Indeed, word of his extraordinary talent has spread and they want to interview him on his Eurovision knowledge, in honour of the Festival next weekend. Naturally, his Press Officer, Hullabaloo, and colleagues, Le Vent de Lowe and Mel I Sa will be joining him in this Milestone.
Tomorrow is the vote... the general election in which the green party will lose spectacularly because the socialist party will win spectacularly (the left-winged pond isn't expanding, just redistributing). The christian hypocrites and liberal "conseravtives" will be fighting it out tooth and nail. And extreme right will loudly gain votes... as usual. Thus, the prediction of Mystic Piglet.
Livejournal Browsing
But have you ever heard of the story of the frog who was boiled alive? He jumped in a pan of cool water, but as the heat was ever so gradually turned up, he adjusted to it until he was past feeling. Literature which encourages children to believe there is no devil or that he is a good guy and will help them is promoting the worship of him. What do you think our founding fathers would have done with books like those in the Harry Potter series? I know we disagree on this, but I encourage you to think it over.
Oh dear god...
These people still exist.
I won't post what they said about homosexuality, this is more laughable.
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But have you ever heard of the story of the frog who was boiled alive? He jumped in a pan of cool water, but as the heat was ever so gradually turned up, he adjusted to it until he was past feeling. Literature which encourages children to believe there is no devil or that he is a good guy and will help them is promoting the worship of him. What do you think our founding fathers would have done with books like those in the Harry Potter series? I know we disagree on this, but I encourage you to think it over.
Oh dear god...
These people still exist.
I won't post what they said about homosexuality, this is more laughable.
Friday, May 16, 2003
Send me an e-mail to say "i love you"
What is wrong with my email? I get more spam than emails these days. Is this a reflection of how people think of me? Instead of interesting news from Germany, Scotland or Ireland I get messages offering me "Pigletwildebeest, Expert manhood enlargement". I don't have a "manhood"... Today I also got an offer for Russian brides (now that's more interesting), the "I.r.a.q Most Wanted Deck of Cards - Your One Time Opportunity" (since when Is Iraq an abbreviation? What does it stand for ? "in real american quota?") and something about "Dental Services and more $10.95 per month" . Who's been blabbing about my teeth?
There also seems to be an obsession with septic tanks at the moment.
It's driving me insane!
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What is wrong with my email? I get more spam than emails these days. Is this a reflection of how people think of me? Instead of interesting news from Germany, Scotland or Ireland I get messages offering me "Pigletwildebeest, Expert manhood enlargement". I don't have a "manhood"... Today I also got an offer for Russian brides (now that's more interesting), the "I.r.a.q Most Wanted Deck of Cards - Your One Time Opportunity" (since when Is Iraq an abbreviation? What does it stand for ? "in real american quota?") and something about "Dental Services and more $10.95 per month" . Who's been blabbing about my teeth?
There also seems to be an obsession with septic tanks at the moment.
It's driving me insane!
Thursday, May 15, 2003
Cecil
Sent me prezzies today.
Of course the man's name is not Cecil (poor sod), but you all know him as Cecil B Demented. Hugely shocked. I'm not the best at keeping in touch with people ... I know that. They know it! There's always something holding me back, money or time or usually fear. Fear of people changing and noticing you don't have all that much in common anymore. Katia, another friend, phoned me over the weekend. It'll be nearly a year since I last saw her and I must admit that is my fault. She's the sweetest thing.
Maybe when I'm unemployed I'll get my wits together and start keeping up with people.
Of course I'll be broke, and probably depressed, but we're keeping it optimistic here. I know I'll definitely have time!
Thanks Cecil.
Come... and kiss my eyes ;o)
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Sent me prezzies today.
Of course the man's name is not Cecil (poor sod), but you all know him as Cecil B Demented. Hugely shocked. I'm not the best at keeping in touch with people ... I know that. They know it! There's always something holding me back, money or time or usually fear. Fear of people changing and noticing you don't have all that much in common anymore. Katia, another friend, phoned me over the weekend. It'll be nearly a year since I last saw her and I must admit that is my fault. She's the sweetest thing.
Maybe when I'm unemployed I'll get my wits together and start keeping up with people.
Of course I'll be broke, and probably depressed, but we're keeping it optimistic here. I know I'll definitely have time!
Thanks Cecil.
Come... and kiss my eyes ;o)
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
well well well
LittleMoose is to blame....
gay bar gay bar gay bar gay bar!!!!!!!
girl... i wanna take you to a gay bar...
*headbangs*
Gay Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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I used to have Care Bears. As a matter of fact I still have them, only now they're tucked away in the attic. I had four care bears... two pink ones, an orange one and a grey one with flowers. The one with flowers wasn't in the cartoon, so I didn't really understand. I think I had Secret Bear and Love Bear... but who was the other pink one?....
My favourite was Party Bear ... I think that was his name... he had a birthday cake on his tummy.
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LittleMoose is to blame....
gay bar gay bar gay bar gay bar!!!!!!!
girl... i wanna take you to a gay bar...
*headbangs*
Gay Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
I used to have Care Bears. As a matter of fact I still have them, only now they're tucked away in the attic. I had four care bears... two pink ones, an orange one and a grey one with flowers. The one with flowers wasn't in the cartoon, so I didn't really understand. I think I had Secret Bear and Love Bear... but who was the other pink one?....
My favourite was Party Bear ... I think that was his name... he had a birthday cake on his tummy.
Tuesday, May 13, 2003
today I
- watched Die Hard before falling asleep at about 2am
- woke up dreaming, as I seem to be doing every morning lately
- dozed for an hour before getting up
- played secretary for my girlfriend
- pulled the plug out of the computer about three times because the poor thing felt threatened by thunder and lightning (#the way you love me is frightening! you'd better knock.... on wood# no one? No?)
- pretended to be in a debate with the Vlaams Blok and kicking their arse
- put on an old George Michael CD (listen without prejudice) because Radio Donna got on my nerves
- am trying to make sense of an article about the involvement of women in serious interpersonal violence (for my exams, not free will).
All in all a busy day so far, wouldn't you agree?
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- watched Die Hard before falling asleep at about 2am
- woke up dreaming, as I seem to be doing every morning lately
- dozed for an hour before getting up
- played secretary for my girlfriend
- pulled the plug out of the computer about three times because the poor thing felt threatened by thunder and lightning (#the way you love me is frightening! you'd better knock.... on wood# no one? No?)
- pretended to be in a debate with the Vlaams Blok and kicking their arse
- put on an old George Michael CD (listen without prejudice) because Radio Donna got on my nerves
- am trying to make sense of an article about the involvement of women in serious interpersonal violence (for my exams, not free will).
All in all a busy day so far, wouldn't you agree?
StuBru
vanmiddag: the debater. In debat met Frank Vanhecke. Vanhecke verzekerde ons ervan dat iemands seksuele oriëntatie zijn (haar? nee, enkel "zijn") eigen zaak was en dat het Blok zich daar niet mee bemoeide. Hij maakte zelfs gewag van homoseksuele mandatarissen, maar weigerde ze bij naam te noemen ("kwestie van de privé sfeer te beschermen"). Na even doorvragen kwam Vanhecke toch tot het onderscheid "normale" en "niet-normale relaties". Waaruit nog maar es blijkt dat het laagje vernis er redelijk snel af te krabben is.
Ook vindt het Blok dat men niet voorzichtig genoeg met "het leven" omspringt, wat betreft abortus dan. Het Blok wil abortus weer illegaal en indien een vrouw verkracht is en zwanger blijkt kan ze voor de rechter toch haar abortus verkrijgen. Alsof ik me voor een rechter moet verantwoorden voor mijn eigen lichaam. Duidelijk te merken dat er geen vrouwen van enige betekenis bij het Blok zitten... Dewinter vond het nodig om er in Humo nog es op te wijzen dat uitlatingen van prof Vermeersch over zijn persoon (het woord neo-nazi was gevallen) verkeerd en schandalig waren en dat in Nederland gebleken is wat dergelijke demonisering oplevert. Get over yourself Philippe.
to my international fans (hehe): flemish extreme right politics. Don't break your heads over it, I will.
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vanmiddag: the debater. In debat met Frank Vanhecke. Vanhecke verzekerde ons ervan dat iemands seksuele oriëntatie zijn (haar? nee, enkel "zijn") eigen zaak was en dat het Blok zich daar niet mee bemoeide. Hij maakte zelfs gewag van homoseksuele mandatarissen, maar weigerde ze bij naam te noemen ("kwestie van de privé sfeer te beschermen"). Na even doorvragen kwam Vanhecke toch tot het onderscheid "normale" en "niet-normale relaties". Waaruit nog maar es blijkt dat het laagje vernis er redelijk snel af te krabben is.
Ook vindt het Blok dat men niet voorzichtig genoeg met "het leven" omspringt, wat betreft abortus dan. Het Blok wil abortus weer illegaal en indien een vrouw verkracht is en zwanger blijkt kan ze voor de rechter toch haar abortus verkrijgen. Alsof ik me voor een rechter moet verantwoorden voor mijn eigen lichaam. Duidelijk te merken dat er geen vrouwen van enige betekenis bij het Blok zitten... Dewinter vond het nodig om er in Humo nog es op te wijzen dat uitlatingen van prof Vermeersch over zijn persoon (het woord neo-nazi was gevallen) verkeerd en schandalig waren en dat in Nederland gebleken is wat dergelijke demonisering oplevert. Get over yourself Philippe.
to my international fans (hehe): flemish extreme right politics. Don't break your heads over it, I will.
Monday, May 12, 2003
well that's just typical
Heard on the radio that our weather is suffering the effects of a British Depression.
Might have known. Always them Brits. First the Euro, then the war, now the weather.
Thanks a lot guys, really, thanks.
The author would like to let it be known that any and everything in this post is purely fictional. Meaning "brits" might in fact be "french" or "slovakian". Or might just be a kind of gerbil. Who's to say.
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Heard on the radio that our weather is suffering the effects of a British Depression.
Might have known. Always them Brits. First the Euro, then the war, now the weather.
Thanks a lot guys, really, thanks.
The author would like to let it be known that any and everything in this post is purely fictional. Meaning "brits" might in fact be "french" or "slovakian". Or might just be a kind of gerbil. Who's to say.
someone
on my msn list has a "poorly belly button". At least that's her nick. You might wonder
a) how one can bloody well hurt their belly button
b) why that is of any relevance to me
c) why someone makes that piece of information their nickname.
This coming from a woman whose nick is "somewhere over the rainbow" at the moment.. but that's beside the point. Why? Because I say so, that's why and this is my blog, so shut up.
Hullabaloo will be jumping up and down now, shouting "you stole my msn nicknames post idea!". Up yours hulla! This is relevant to the rest of my post. The rest of my post is about my cynical, evil state of mind at the moment. You see, the weather is shit. I'm bored out of my skull and I don't want to study. I'm sick and tired of seeing politicians on tv and I get pissed at the lack of progressive coalition. Instead of red and green fighting each other we should be working together, we're closest together in programs for crying out loud. All this crap about who invented hot water and thus is better than the other.
Sorry. Not been able to get a decent night's sleep in a long while. Keep waking up Melissa with my shouting in my sleep.
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on my msn list has a "poorly belly button". At least that's her nick. You might wonder
a) how one can bloody well hurt their belly button
b) why that is of any relevance to me
c) why someone makes that piece of information their nickname.
This coming from a woman whose nick is "somewhere over the rainbow" at the moment.. but that's beside the point. Why? Because I say so, that's why and this is my blog, so shut up.
Hullabaloo will be jumping up and down now, shouting "you stole my msn nicknames post idea!". Up yours hulla! This is relevant to the rest of my post. The rest of my post is about my cynical, evil state of mind at the moment. You see, the weather is shit. I'm bored out of my skull and I don't want to study. I'm sick and tired of seeing politicians on tv and I get pissed at the lack of progressive coalition. Instead of red and green fighting each other we should be working together, we're closest together in programs for crying out loud. All this crap about who invented hot water and thus is better than the other.
Sorry. Not been able to get a decent night's sleep in a long while. Keep waking up Melissa with my shouting in my sleep.
Sunday, May 11, 2003
Saturday, May 10, 2003
me tired
Ever had the feeling you should be doing something important instead of what you're doing now? Ever felt like killing people just cos they annoy you? Felt tired even though you slept enough? Felt listless because you need to vacuum and study and don't want to do either?
Me too.
or Neither. Depending on your answers.
I want to change the world, but the world is a little too heavy.
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Ever had the feeling you should be doing something important instead of what you're doing now? Ever felt like killing people just cos they annoy you? Felt tired even though you slept enough? Felt listless because you need to vacuum and study and don't want to do either?
Me too.
or Neither. Depending on your answers.
I want to change the world, but the world is a little too heavy.
Natalia
My Goddess didn't win Idool2003... she lost with 48.something% to a hardrock icon called Peter. Said Hardrock icon (who's good as well) wanted a record deal but I doubt *this* deal is what he really wanted. Poor Peter as well then. I'm sure Natalia will get a record deal as well. She's too good not to. In fact I'm pretty sure half of those finalists will get one.
No more ass shaking on Saturday night.
No more nose twitching (very cute when she did that).
Piglet is in mourning.
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My Goddess didn't win Idool2003... she lost with 48.something% to a hardrock icon called Peter. Said Hardrock icon (who's good as well) wanted a record deal but I doubt *this* deal is what he really wanted. Poor Peter as well then. I'm sure Natalia will get a record deal as well. She's too good not to. In fact I'm pretty sure half of those finalists will get one.
No more ass shaking on Saturday night.
No more nose twitching (very cute when she did that).
Piglet is in mourning.
Friday, May 09, 2003
danger! danger!
Army Of Lovers music is being listened to!
Piglet has dusted off her copy of Massive Luxury Overdose and is currently listening to the masterpiece "I cross the Rubicon" by Jean Pierre, La Camilla and Alexander.
Ludvig, what's on
Louis, the lower you go
the better I feel
I've got to claim the power!
ah yesss.....give it to me babies!
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Army Of Lovers music is being listened to!
Piglet has dusted off her copy of Massive Luxury Overdose and is currently listening to the masterpiece "I cross the Rubicon" by Jean Pierre, La Camilla and Alexander.
Ludvig, what's on
Louis, the lower you go
the better I feel
I've got to claim the power!
ah yesss.....give it to me babies!
Thursday, May 08, 2003
Little old ladies
are not as innocent as you'd like to believe. Only today two of them assaulted me. Yes two. Complete with perms and old ugly handbags assaulted the stunning young thing that is me.
The first lady was waving her crutch in the general area of some clothes in H&M, nearly hitting me in the stomache.
The second pushed me as she tried to get out of the tram. No "excuse me dear", no "mind if I pass". No, she just pushed against me till I went out of her way.
Bitches...
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are not as innocent as you'd like to believe. Only today two of them assaulted me. Yes two. Complete with perms and old ugly handbags assaulted the stunning young thing that is me.
The first lady was waving her crutch in the general area of some clothes in H&M, nearly hitting me in the stomache.
The second pushed me as she tried to get out of the tram. No "excuse me dear", no "mind if I pass". No, she just pushed against me till I went out of her way.
Bitches...
It's gone
I went into the faculty, my robe (erm coat) billowing behind me, glaring at everyone who crossed my path. I threw four copies of my thesis on the desk, exclaiming "here! Take it! It's all yours now! Still moist with my sweat, tears and blood... Go Ahead! Pick it apart and destroy it!". After which I stalked out again, leaving an army of students and secretaries behind.
Actually.
I was very polite about it.
It's out of my sight now.
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I went into the faculty, my robe (erm coat) billowing behind me, glaring at everyone who crossed my path. I threw four copies of my thesis on the desk, exclaiming "here! Take it! It's all yours now! Still moist with my sweat, tears and blood... Go Ahead! Pick it apart and destroy it!". After which I stalked out again, leaving an army of students and secretaries behind.
Actually.
I was very polite about it.
It's out of my sight now.
flemish politics
Leuk TV moment gisteren tijdens TerZake (ik was aan het zappen, ok? Probeer niet de pseudo-intellectueel uit te hangen). Terwijl een reporter een kort interview met Magda Aelvoet afsluit zien we Magda plots uit beeld verdwijnen. Ze was van het verhoogje afgestapt dat ze nodig had om samen met de meneer in beeld te komen. Zalig.
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Leuk TV moment gisteren tijdens TerZake (ik was aan het zappen, ok? Probeer niet de pseudo-intellectueel uit te hangen). Terwijl een reporter een kort interview met Magda Aelvoet afsluit zien we Magda plots uit beeld verdwijnen. Ze was van het verhoogje afgestapt dat ze nodig had om samen met de meneer in beeld te komen. Zalig.
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
printing
final copy right now (1am). I couldn't care less if there's twenty typos left, I want it out of my sight! Ended up chucking ten pages out. Hope that makes it less boring to read.
And now a world of freedom!!! Free time to do whatever I want, go out! Have sex! Play badminton! Shower! Go Running! Shop(lift)! ... ok, just study for my exams then. But it beats this evil thing hands down!
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final copy right now (1am). I couldn't care less if there's twenty typos left, I want it out of my sight! Ended up chucking ten pages out. Hope that makes it less boring to read.
And now a world of freedom!!! Free time to do whatever I want, go out! Have sex! Play badminton! Shower! Go Running! Shop(lift)! ... ok, just study for my exams then. But it beats this evil thing hands down!
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
thanks to
the pharmaceutical company, for producing new and exciting brands of tranquillizers every year to calm me down whilst trying to write a thesis. The Red Bull Company for keeping me awake whilst overdosed on tranquilisers and of course my nails, for regrowing after I've bitten them off to the flesh.
I'll get a 12 from her for my thesis. Because it's not worth more than that but She will allow me to pass. Well thanks.
Of course she found new flaws in my stats that she couldn't tell me about last week. Thanks again.
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the pharmaceutical company, for producing new and exciting brands of tranquillizers every year to calm me down whilst trying to write a thesis. The Red Bull Company for keeping me awake whilst overdosed on tranquilisers and of course my nails, for regrowing after I've bitten them off to the flesh.
I'll get a 12 from her for my thesis. Because it's not worth more than that but She will allow me to pass. Well thanks.
Of course she found new flaws in my stats that she couldn't tell me about last week. Thanks again.
Monday, May 05, 2003
AND IF I
see that bloody Vlaams Blok Propaganda on the VRT one more time I swear to god I'll take a gun to the Reyerslaan! AAAAAAAAAARGH. I know I know, freedom of speech and all that shit. ABOLISH IT!
No. No. We can keep freedom of speech... But I hate the fact that the Vlaams BLok is now treated as just "another party", they're everywhere, invited to every single debate and seen as a "respectable normal" party. And I can't stand it. Bigoted me? Don't know. Maybe. But they're so good in their propaganda that it's scary. People aren't ashamed of voting extreme right anymore and that scares me too. People don't know what they vote for... that makes me a tad happier, though it doesn't change the amount of votes they have. A huge amount if I look at the amount of airtime they get. And the simplicity of their arguments.
People vote for what they understand, and -let's face it- people don't want to think any harder than they have to. So If Mr Dewinter can say "out with moroccons" as a response to the immigration 'problem' (which is completely illegal and impossible) as opposed to any other politician that has to come up with a realistic, legal, truthful discours that lasts 10 minutes longer... Dewinter wins.
Just saw Chris en Yves' (two mentally handicapped reporters) vision on Pride on Man Bijt Hond. Their most pressing question was who'd mow the lawn if there's not a husband and a wife. They also discussed how better to come out, with one huge fight with both your parents or two fights by telling them seperately. Fabulous TV!
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see that bloody Vlaams Blok Propaganda on the VRT one more time I swear to god I'll take a gun to the Reyerslaan! AAAAAAAAAARGH. I know I know, freedom of speech and all that shit. ABOLISH IT!
No. No. We can keep freedom of speech... But I hate the fact that the Vlaams BLok is now treated as just "another party", they're everywhere, invited to every single debate and seen as a "respectable normal" party. And I can't stand it. Bigoted me? Don't know. Maybe. But they're so good in their propaganda that it's scary. People aren't ashamed of voting extreme right anymore and that scares me too. People don't know what they vote for... that makes me a tad happier, though it doesn't change the amount of votes they have. A huge amount if I look at the amount of airtime they get. And the simplicity of their arguments.
People vote for what they understand, and -let's face it- people don't want to think any harder than they have to. So If Mr Dewinter can say "out with moroccons" as a response to the immigration 'problem' (which is completely illegal and impossible) as opposed to any other politician that has to come up with a realistic, legal, truthful discours that lasts 10 minutes longer... Dewinter wins.
Just saw Chris en Yves' (two mentally handicapped reporters) vision on Pride on Man Bijt Hond. Their most pressing question was who'd mow the lawn if there's not a husband and a wife. They also discussed how better to come out, with one huge fight with both your parents or two fights by telling them seperately. Fabulous TV!
oh bloody hell
Six Feet Under is uploading so slowly (2kb/sec!) that I might get it faster if I just wait a few years for the new episode to be shown in Belgium.
Just made some small finishing touches on T-word: handwritten consent forms for others to read it, title page, abstract. Hope professor will be moderately pleased with it and doesn't give me tons more work in the last two days. Hope for once she tells me I'll pass and not "I'm not sure if you'll get a pass with this work". I worked bloody hard at it and it can't be all that horrible. I'm not an idiot, not a genius, but not a stupid idiot either...
Then Pride. Was great fun.
Of course I nearly missed the train because I accepted an offer from Frederic to come pick me up. He's a great guy, but always late. So we raced, broke about a hundred traffic rules and then ran to the train, which we just caught. Unfortunately I realised that the few runs I've been on in the past few weeks apparently did nothing for my fitness, since Frederic outran me by miles and I was breathing so loudly I could've woken a dwagon fifty kilometres away.
Gorgeous weather, a LOT better than the downpour from last year... that was just an awful damper on the day. Not to mention on everyone's mood if I remember correctly. Apparently there ware 10.000-15.000 people there. To think that when I first went in 1996 (as a "straight" sympathising girl) only 3000 people marched, I'm bloody happy. Didn't see Patriek, that's a shame. Patriek, if you're reading this, where the bloody hell were you?
There was no music with the GLB youth groups (do something about that WJNH!) so we went and marched with a few drag queens and later on with a bunch of drunken poofs Frederic knows. Standing on a float, in all white, making provocative gestures. Purely decadent and undecent. Tsk tsk tsk. I'm thinking next year I'll go in a long leather coat and white bikini, dragging a girl around on a leash... I want to get on camera too dammit! I'm not on one single photo on the official site, not to mention on TV. Bloody shame. Apparently they still don't recognise true beauty in Belgium. Ahem.
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Six Feet Under is uploading so slowly (2kb/sec!) that I might get it faster if I just wait a few years for the new episode to be shown in Belgium.
Just made some small finishing touches on T-word: handwritten consent forms for others to read it, title page, abstract. Hope professor will be moderately pleased with it and doesn't give me tons more work in the last two days. Hope for once she tells me I'll pass and not "I'm not sure if you'll get a pass with this work". I worked bloody hard at it and it can't be all that horrible. I'm not an idiot, not a genius, but not a stupid idiot either...
Then Pride. Was great fun.
Of course I nearly missed the train because I accepted an offer from Frederic to come pick me up. He's a great guy, but always late. So we raced, broke about a hundred traffic rules and then ran to the train, which we just caught. Unfortunately I realised that the few runs I've been on in the past few weeks apparently did nothing for my fitness, since Frederic outran me by miles and I was breathing so loudly I could've woken a dwagon fifty kilometres away.
Gorgeous weather, a LOT better than the downpour from last year... that was just an awful damper on the day. Not to mention on everyone's mood if I remember correctly. Apparently there ware 10.000-15.000 people there. To think that when I first went in 1996 (as a "straight" sympathising girl) only 3000 people marched, I'm bloody happy. Didn't see Patriek, that's a shame. Patriek, if you're reading this, where the bloody hell were you?
There was no music with the GLB youth groups (do something about that WJNH!) so we went and marched with a few drag queens and later on with a bunch of drunken poofs Frederic knows. Standing on a float, in all white, making provocative gestures. Purely decadent and undecent. Tsk tsk tsk. I'm thinking next year I'll go in a long leather coat and white bikini, dragging a girl around on a leash... I want to get on camera too dammit! I'm not on one single photo on the official site, not to mention on TV. Bloody shame. Apparently they still don't recognise true beauty in Belgium. Ahem.
Sunday, May 04, 2003
Saturday, May 03, 2003
Friday, May 02, 2003
pfff
I seem to be perfecting the art of pissing everyone off today. I don't think I'm more sarcastic or evil than I usually am, but I must be.
Tomorrow's Gay Pride. I wonder if i'll succeed in making all the queens run away from my glares....
You'll recognise me by the pale face, the haunted eyes, the black circles underneath those very eyes, the thinning hair, the sarcastic attitude and the cynical remarks. There might also be the occasional hysterical outburst.
Be warned.
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I seem to be perfecting the art of pissing everyone off today. I don't think I'm more sarcastic or evil than I usually am, but I must be.
Tomorrow's Gay Pride. I wonder if i'll succeed in making all the queens run away from my glares....
You'll recognise me by the pale face, the haunted eyes, the black circles underneath those very eyes, the thinning hair, the sarcastic attitude and the cynical remarks. There might also be the occasional hysterical outburst.
Be warned.
