Saturday, June 28, 2003
Friday, June 27, 2003
vdab
I tried to enroll myself in de VDAB yesterday (agency for job seekers and unemployment benifits) but of course something is wrong with their silly program. I was unable to fill in my highest degree because the stupid thing kept looping back to all the options. *aaargh*
Us poor unemployed (sorry, till I've got my degree I'm officially still a student and that might be the case till September if some exams didn't go as good as I hoped)... Anyway, the poor unemployed not only have to deal with prejudice and annoying stupid rules but also with enormously frustrating VDAB enrollment sites.
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I tried to enroll myself in de VDAB yesterday (agency for job seekers and unemployment benifits) but of course something is wrong with their silly program. I was unable to fill in my highest degree because the stupid thing kept looping back to all the options. *aaargh*
Us poor unemployed (sorry, till I've got my degree I'm officially still a student and that might be the case till September if some exams didn't go as good as I hoped)... Anyway, the poor unemployed not only have to deal with prejudice and annoying stupid rules but also with enormously frustrating VDAB enrollment sites.
Thursday, June 26, 2003
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
exam rant
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come? (is that correct? I never did study shakespeare)
Damn, it's just one strange exhausting dream after another these days. I don't remember what it was about now though I did when I first woke up. It's just that I'm not rested when I vividly dream. And I know what this is all down to: the oral exam I have tomorrow with the Skinny Bitch Professor From Hell (TM). The woman is obsessed with eating disorders. Looking at her you'd think there might be personal reasons for that. And the things they say... pur-lease! It's all very cognitive, which is all good and well as long as I don't have to sit there in an exam and pretend like I believe it would help.
Example? An anorexic teenager doesn't want to drink a glass of water because she thinks she'd gain 200 grams. What does the cognitive psychologist do? Start challenging those thoughts.
"what's the evidence?"
"is there counterevidence?"
"look up stuff about that on the internet"
"how much of that glass would you pee out?"
"let's try an experiment. Drink a glass of water, then stand on the scales immediately after and again the following morning. See if you've gained weight." (what to do if they hàve gained weight eh?!)
The thing is... it's shit. Any anorexic knows her thoughts are unreasonable, but she still has them. It's not the core of the illness. I wouldn't waste time with the whole "drink a glass of water thing". For fuck's sake, don't drink a glass of water, that's not the issue. It's not about eating. It's not about thinking you'll gain 20 pounds from looking at a cookie. Deep down they know that's not true. Try talking about them, about their selfworth, about their families, about their lives before they got ill.
Oh I don't know. Maybe it works. What do I know? I keep getting "sorry, we have chosen people with more experience for the first selection" letters. It's just not how I would deal with it. And to have to sit there, smiling hypocritically, and defend this shit technique... *shudders*.
Besides, one look at my chewed off nails and the conclusion will be clear. "patient -sorry, student- obviously has nervousness issues".
And now I'm paranoid!
Ps: Le Feux de Perrie made me cry last night when we were listening to Minn Hinsti Dans on repeat, quoting the lyrics. I blame him ;o)
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For in that sleep of death what dreams may come? (is that correct? I never did study shakespeare)
Damn, it's just one strange exhausting dream after another these days. I don't remember what it was about now though I did when I first woke up. It's just that I'm not rested when I vividly dream. And I know what this is all down to: the oral exam I have tomorrow with the Skinny Bitch Professor From Hell (TM). The woman is obsessed with eating disorders. Looking at her you'd think there might be personal reasons for that. And the things they say... pur-lease! It's all very cognitive, which is all good and well as long as I don't have to sit there in an exam and pretend like I believe it would help.
Example? An anorexic teenager doesn't want to drink a glass of water because she thinks she'd gain 200 grams. What does the cognitive psychologist do? Start challenging those thoughts.
"what's the evidence?"
"is there counterevidence?"
"look up stuff about that on the internet"
"how much of that glass would you pee out?"
"let's try an experiment. Drink a glass of water, then stand on the scales immediately after and again the following morning. See if you've gained weight." (what to do if they hàve gained weight eh?!)
The thing is... it's shit. Any anorexic knows her thoughts are unreasonable, but she still has them. It's not the core of the illness. I wouldn't waste time with the whole "drink a glass of water thing". For fuck's sake, don't drink a glass of water, that's not the issue. It's not about eating. It's not about thinking you'll gain 20 pounds from looking at a cookie. Deep down they know that's not true. Try talking about them, about their selfworth, about their families, about their lives before they got ill.
Oh I don't know. Maybe it works. What do I know? I keep getting "sorry, we have chosen people with more experience for the first selection" letters. It's just not how I would deal with it. And to have to sit there, smiling hypocritically, and defend this shit technique... *shudders*.
Besides, one look at my chewed off nails and the conclusion will be clear. "patient -sorry, student- obviously has nervousness issues".
And now I'm paranoid!
Ps: Le Feux de Perrie made me cry last night when we were listening to Minn Hinsti Dans on repeat, quoting the lyrics. I blame him ;o)
Tuesday, June 24, 2003
Death to Mosquitos! (that includes Henman)
Yes, another round of Henman bashing. Where would I be without my daily Tim sneer?
Was woken up in the middle of the night (4.18am) by two itching mosquito bites on my arm. Took me a while to get back to sleep and when I did I had the classic "adopted" dream. My parents adopted me, their real daughter was given away blablabla. Food for psychoanalysts everywhere. Bring it on. Woke up with 6 mosquito bites.
Where is the evil creature?... come here so I can pull your legs out... one by one....
Greenpeace will now burn any evidence of my teenage membership.
I'm studying from a text (by the lecturer) that has spelling mistakes in it. Very, very annoying.
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Yes, another round of Henman bashing. Where would I be without my daily Tim sneer?
Was woken up in the middle of the night (4.18am) by two itching mosquito bites on my arm. Took me a while to get back to sleep and when I did I had the classic "adopted" dream. My parents adopted me, their real daughter was given away blablabla. Food for psychoanalysts everywhere. Bring it on. Woke up with 6 mosquito bites.
Where is the evil creature?... come here so I can pull your legs out... one by one....
Greenpeace will now burn any evidence of my teenage membership.
I'm studying from a text (by the lecturer) that has spelling mistakes in it. Very, very annoying.
Monday, June 23, 2003
tennis
Wimbledon starts today.
Shall we count how many times the word "Henman" is uttered on the BBC? Shall we?
Newsflash to Britain: HE'S NOT GONNA WIN. And he's a twit.
That hair... those teeth... them beady eyes... that serve... what the hell is that serve all about?!? (one bounces the ball three times, then rocks back and forward three times and then hits it in the net so one can start over again).
Saw on Paddy Kielty's show that Pat Cash reckons he could beat Serena today but not Henman. Eh?
Cash is from before my tennis-watching days but I'm not sure Henman could beat Serena.
Though I suppose their style is so different... hard to tell.
Am I devoting a post to that Chicken Henman? Dear god. Something's wrong with me.
Must be those pancakes...
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Wimbledon starts today.
Shall we count how many times the word "Henman" is uttered on the BBC? Shall we?
Newsflash to Britain: HE'S NOT GONNA WIN. And he's a twit.
That hair... those teeth... them beady eyes... that serve... what the hell is that serve all about?!? (one bounces the ball three times, then rocks back and forward three times and then hits it in the net so one can start over again).
Saw on Paddy Kielty's show that Pat Cash reckons he could beat Serena today but not Henman. Eh?
Cash is from before my tennis-watching days but I'm not sure Henman could beat Serena.
Though I suppose their style is so different... hard to tell.
Am I devoting a post to that Chicken Henman? Dear god. Something's wrong with me.
Must be those pancakes...
Saturday, June 21, 2003
the disgrace!
Jolly good, wot! Anyone for tennis? That'll be ten ponies, guv. You're the epitome of everything that is english. Yey :) Hoist that Union Jack!
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Jolly good, wot! Anyone for tennis? That'll be ten ponies, guv. You're the epitome of everything that is english. Yey :) Hoist that Union Jack!
How British are you?
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The life of Piglet Wildebeest, 22, 6 months and 19 days
My dad just came upstairs and reverently touched The Book. Marveling at the size of it and moaning at the lack of pictures. Tee hee.
And Spikey just texted me, telling me the book is also on sale in Roeselare. A ten minute drive from here. As opposed to a 50 minute train ride.
Typical.
But at least I got it.
Happy Summer Solstice everyone. The days are getting shorter again... What a depressing thought. I think I'll jump back in De Nial.
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My dad just came upstairs and reverently touched The Book. Marveling at the size of it and moaning at the lack of pictures. Tee hee.
And Spikey just texted me, telling me the book is also on sale in Roeselare. A ten minute drive from here. As opposed to a 50 minute train ride.
Typical.
But at least I got it.
Happy Summer Solstice everyone. The days are getting shorter again... What a depressing thought. I think I'll jump back in De Nial.
shshshshsh
So what do I do now? I've waded through various beer drinking, whistling, green haired erm.. techno fans to get to the book shop (What a day for Ghent to have a techno parade). They had a very handy stand near the entrance so all I had to do was grab meself a nice big copy (damn that thing is heavy..and the smell of new books... mmmm) and get in line at the cash register. But now what... I managed not to read much on the train (only page 1 and part of The Death) and read through "depression in children". But now... do I read suicide as well? (that's for my last exam, in case you were wondering).. or do I read OotP?
Part of me wants to devour it.
Another part of me wants to make it last and last and last...
Which part will win?
I'm procrastinating...
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So what do I do now? I've waded through various beer drinking, whistling, green haired erm.. techno fans to get to the book shop (What a day for Ghent to have a techno parade). They had a very handy stand near the entrance so all I had to do was grab meself a nice big copy (damn that thing is heavy..and the smell of new books... mmmm) and get in line at the cash register. But now what... I managed not to read much on the train (only page 1 and part of The Death) and read through "depression in children". But now... do I read suicide as well? (that's for my last exam, in case you were wondering).. or do I read OotP?
Part of me wants to devour it.
Another part of me wants to make it last and last and last...
Which part will win?
I'm procrastinating...
Friday, June 20, 2003
thoughtful
I've not been getting a lot of replies on this blog lately. Perhaps because of the parallel posting to my livejournal in case this blog keels over and dies on me again. I think it's more than that though. i'm not exactly "cool" am I? I'm not that preoccupied with coming across as alternative or left-winged or intelligent. Well, scrap that last one. I am preoccupied with coming across as intelligent. I just know who and what I am and if other people don't, too bad. In a way I've stopped caring that much about my image. I still care of course, but not to the extent I used to. I don't feel I have to hide my questionable taste in camp music. I don't hide my love for my many obsessive fandoms like Harry Potter and Buffy. And Bad Girls :). I don't mind people taking the piss out of it, but I do mind people taking the piss out of it because it would imply that I'm not "intelligent" or not "cool" or not "hip". That's just silly.
I'm sorry, It seems I've caught Cecil's virus.
I'm a tad pissed off today because I still don't know who JK has killed in the fifth book. And I fear for my favourite.
And if you think reading Harry is ridiculous, don't do so without reading it yourself. That just makes you prejudiced.
Damn, Cecil. You're a bad influence.
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I've not been getting a lot of replies on this blog lately. Perhaps because of the parallel posting to my livejournal in case this blog keels over and dies on me again. I think it's more than that though. i'm not exactly "cool" am I? I'm not that preoccupied with coming across as alternative or left-winged or intelligent. Well, scrap that last one. I am preoccupied with coming across as intelligent. I just know who and what I am and if other people don't, too bad. In a way I've stopped caring that much about my image. I still care of course, but not to the extent I used to. I don't feel I have to hide my questionable taste in camp music. I don't hide my love for my many obsessive fandoms like Harry Potter and Buffy. And Bad Girls :). I don't mind people taking the piss out of it, but I do mind people taking the piss out of it because it would imply that I'm not "intelligent" or not "cool" or not "hip". That's just silly.
I'm sorry, It seems I've caught Cecil's virus.
I'm a tad pissed off today because I still don't know who JK has killed in the fifth book. And I fear for my favourite.
And if you think reading Harry is ridiculous, don't do so without reading it yourself. That just makes you prejudiced.
Damn, Cecil. You're a bad influence.
Thursday, June 19, 2003
1984
"George Orwell had it pegged when he wrote 1984. What most people remember from that book is “big brother”. But even more relevant today is the part about how The Leader needed to have a “permanent war”. He needed to keep the citizens in perpetual fear of the enemy so they would give him all the power he desired. The people wanted to live, so they gave up their freedoms and their liberties. Of course, the only way this could happen is if they were truly convinced that the enemy was everywhere, anywhere and that they could die at any moment."
Michael Moore - Stupid White Men, p260.
This wasn't the best book I've ever read and dammit Mr Moore that cover (Moore smirking in front of an American flag) is very pretentious and even a bit humiliating when you're reading it on the train. It makes you want to hide the book from other passengers. However this last snippet rings very true.
And now the book is finished. And I'm all set for Severus.
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"George Orwell had it pegged when he wrote 1984. What most people remember from that book is “big brother”. But even more relevant today is the part about how The Leader needed to have a “permanent war”. He needed to keep the citizens in perpetual fear of the enemy so they would give him all the power he desired. The people wanted to live, so they gave up their freedoms and their liberties. Of course, the only way this could happen is if they were truly convinced that the enemy was everywhere, anywhere and that they could die at any moment."
Michael Moore - Stupid White Men, p260.
This wasn't the best book I've ever read and dammit Mr Moore that cover (Moore smirking in front of an American flag) is very pretentious and even a bit humiliating when you're reading it on the train. It makes you want to hide the book from other passengers. However this last snippet rings very true.
And now the book is finished. And I'm all set for Severus.
thanks Cherie
Could Tony perhaps make some work of an antidiscrimination law?
Stories like these are all too painful. Of course people who've been treated unfairly because of their sexuality won't win a case they can only base on gender discrimination...
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Could Tony perhaps make some work of an antidiscrimination law?
Stories like these are all too painful. Of course people who've been treated unfairly because of their sexuality won't win a case they can only base on gender discrimination...
hmm
A friend of mine lost his job. Just like that. So much for paying the bills now. My own days of jobhunting are getting closer and I'm just about as stressed as I could be. So far all my application letters have either not been responded to at all (very charming that) or been answered with a "sorry but we've decided not to withhold your application". Something about no experience. Well duh.
My mother is a danger on the road.
The exam was... hmm... I don't know. I don't think it was too good. Too many strangely phrased questions and a too exhausted/stressed me to notice the catches. I handed in after an hour. How long can you look at 40 MC questions....
I was so stressed last night that I sent Eve (a friend from uni) a text asking if some profs had already posted the grades to their exams in the faculty and if I only had C's (fails) and no one dared to tell me. Weirdness. I was totally rude but she doesn't seem to hold it against me. She's a gem that girl.
But in an attempt to escape from reality I bought Lilo & Stitch on DVD with some leftover birthday money. My secret stash, bless it.
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A friend of mine lost his job. Just like that. So much for paying the bills now. My own days of jobhunting are getting closer and I'm just about as stressed as I could be. So far all my application letters have either not been responded to at all (very charming that) or been answered with a "sorry but we've decided not to withhold your application". Something about no experience. Well duh.
My mother is a danger on the road.
The exam was... hmm... I don't know. I don't think it was too good. Too many strangely phrased questions and a too exhausted/stressed me to notice the catches. I handed in after an hour. How long can you look at 40 MC questions....
I was so stressed last night that I sent Eve (a friend from uni) a text asking if some profs had already posted the grades to their exams in the faculty and if I only had C's (fails) and no one dared to tell me. Weirdness. I was totally rude but she doesn't seem to hold it against me. She's a gem that girl.
But in an attempt to escape from reality I bought Lilo & Stitch on DVD with some leftover birthday money. My secret stash, bless it.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
pet hates
There's few things I hate more than the time right before an exam. You feel this urge to read through your notes again, yet it's all so futile. It's not as if you'll gain new massive insights and besides, the information is apparently embedded in your cortex during your sleep (yes, I did manage some at about 4am). The fact that I still know this tidbit of information (from 1st year) should prove that not everything depends on rushing through your notes, since I haven't looked at those (general psychology) in four years. Unfortunately if you don't read your notes again, you feel like you won't remember a single thing. And that's not something you want to happen when staring at your exam.
Argh. The frustration!
Another pet hate is this weather... what to wear? T-shirt enough or is a long sleeved cardie necessary? Sneakers or sandals? Ooh the decisions, the decisions.
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There's few things I hate more than the time right before an exam. You feel this urge to read through your notes again, yet it's all so futile. It's not as if you'll gain new massive insights and besides, the information is apparently embedded in your cortex during your sleep (yes, I did manage some at about 4am). The fact that I still know this tidbit of information (from 1st year) should prove that not everything depends on rushing through your notes, since I haven't looked at those (general psychology) in four years. Unfortunately if you don't read your notes again, you feel like you won't remember a single thing. And that's not something you want to happen when staring at your exam.
Argh. The frustration!
Another pet hate is this weather... what to wear? T-shirt enough or is a long sleeved cardie necessary? Sneakers or sandals? Ooh the decisions, the decisions.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
oh dear
I'm all for the right to strike. 100%. People have the right to have their voice and protest heard.
But sometimes it's damn annoying. Like this. For the international audience *ahem* it says that there'll possibly be no trains between 10 and 12 tomorrow. But what does that mean when I need to get a train that leaves at 12.01 in Izegem, but comes from another station? I mean, it's not as if Izegem has a depot of trains just waiting to leave the station. I need to get to an exam at 2pm in Ghent. That leaves me with about 1 hour of delays without a problem (thank god for the crappy timetable that always gets me there an hour early or five minutes late).
I don't think I can completely fail to show up for an exam because of a train strike. Thank god my dad is still here. If all else fails he can skip work and drive me to the exam. But it's far from ideal.
What does this have to do with the validity of the strike? I don't know. I don't know if I should be pissed, annoyed, understanding or aggravated.
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I'm all for the right to strike. 100%. People have the right to have their voice and protest heard.
But sometimes it's damn annoying. Like this. For the international audience *ahem* it says that there'll possibly be no trains between 10 and 12 tomorrow. But what does that mean when I need to get a train that leaves at 12.01 in Izegem, but comes from another station? I mean, it's not as if Izegem has a depot of trains just waiting to leave the station. I need to get to an exam at 2pm in Ghent. That leaves me with about 1 hour of delays without a problem (thank god for the crappy timetable that always gets me there an hour early or five minutes late).
I don't think I can completely fail to show up for an exam because of a train strike. Thank god my dad is still here. If all else fails he can skip work and drive me to the exam. But it's far from ideal.
What does this have to do with the validity of the strike? I don't know. I don't know if I should be pissed, annoyed, understanding or aggravated.
Statement
Ms Wildebeest would like to have it known that she has nothing to do with the theft of Harry Potter books in Liverpool. She does not know the culprits, nor was she in any way involved.
However, if the culprits would like to contact Ms Wildebeest, they are free to do so.
And bring me a copy.
Thank you. That was all.
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Ms Wildebeest would like to have it known that she has nothing to do with the theft of Harry Potter books in Liverpool. She does not know the culprits, nor was she in any way involved.
However, if the culprits would like to contact Ms Wildebeest, they are free to do so.
And bring me a copy.
Thank you. That was all.
Campaign
Piglet is starting a -belated- campaign to urge JK Rowling not to have Professor Snape turn straight. The man is a flaming queen. It's all proven on the internet and in the films. Just look at the bloody picture! We will not stand for any acts of denial, pseudo-heterosexuality or smoldering gazes directed to any member of the female sex.
If Ms Rowling decides to go against our wishes (or has already done so, since the book is printed) we will...erm... start another campaign. And won't read the other books anymore. Tsk. What would be the point?!
Four more days.
photo taken from chance.slashcity.net
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Piglet is starting a -belated- campaign to urge JK Rowling not to have Professor Snape turn straight. The man is a flaming queen. It's all proven on the internet and in the films. Just look at the bloody picture! We will not stand for any acts of denial, pseudo-heterosexuality or smoldering gazes directed to any member of the female sex.
If Ms Rowling decides to go against our wishes (or has already done so, since the book is printed) we will...erm... start another campaign. And won't read the other books anymore. Tsk. What would be the point?!
Four more days.
photo taken from chance.slashcity.net
Monday, June 16, 2003
Irony oh irony
Why is it that everytime I send a parcel to the republic of Ireland (that's the part where there's no civil war going on, for the dummies), it takes three weeks to arrive because customs check it every single time. What? They still don't trust me? They still think I'll put bombs, terrorist attacks and the revolution plans in a post parcel? Have they not figured out that the book I gave Mac for his birthday WAS the revolution plan!? Just take every second word of every first sentence of a paragraph and there you have it... Honestly, the standards for MI5 have dropped!
Ironically enough they leave my parcels to Northern-Ireland (dummies: that is the part where there is/was a civil war going on) alone...
That's a bit silly.
All this to tell you it's Spooks time again tonight. And to tell Customs to leave my presents alone. If I want to spread the anarchist revolution I'll do it on the internet, on my blog or in emails. I promise.
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Why is it that everytime I send a parcel to the republic of Ireland (that's the part where there's no civil war going on, for the dummies), it takes three weeks to arrive because customs check it every single time. What? They still don't trust me? They still think I'll put bombs, terrorist attacks and the revolution plans in a post parcel? Have they not figured out that the book I gave Mac for his birthday WAS the revolution plan!? Just take every second word of every first sentence of a paragraph and there you have it... Honestly, the standards for MI5 have dropped!
Ironically enough they leave my parcels to Northern-Ireland (dummies: that is the part where there is/was a civil war going on) alone...
That's a bit silly.
All this to tell you it's Spooks time again tonight. And to tell Customs to leave my presents alone. If I want to spread the anarchist revolution I'll do it on the internet, on my blog or in emails. I promise.
and in other news
Piglet caught up with a film from two years ago: Memento.
Piglet went to the street.. fair? Sales? What do you call the "batjes"? In reality it's an exposé of the strangest, ugliest and most stupid-looking people of Izegem, all crowded together, looking for that missing piece of crap for their collection of crap. A line up of hot dog stands next to dried fish stands next to pizza stands next to sweets stands. Hundreds of buggies kicking against your shins and too many faces from the past smiling a cheerful -mostly hypocritical- "hello, how are you?" Piglet did however meet up with Cecil and has decided to steal his "too much blubber, too little clothes" Catchphrase. Ha! Shoulda blogged sooner Cecil!
Piglet's mum has back pains again and is taking it out on piglet. Not with aggression mind you, but with the usual guilt-induction, obsessive compulsive worrying and critical comments.
"How long is Melissa staying?"
"Till Monday... I'll be studying too you know"
"You'd better"
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Piglet caught up with a film from two years ago: Memento.
Piglet went to the street.. fair? Sales? What do you call the "batjes"? In reality it's an exposé of the strangest, ugliest and most stupid-looking people of Izegem, all crowded together, looking for that missing piece of crap for their collection of crap. A line up of hot dog stands next to dried fish stands next to pizza stands next to sweets stands. Hundreds of buggies kicking against your shins and too many faces from the past smiling a cheerful -mostly hypocritical- "hello, how are you?" Piglet did however meet up with Cecil and has decided to steal his "too much blubber, too little clothes" Catchphrase. Ha! Shoulda blogged sooner Cecil!
Piglet's mum has back pains again and is taking it out on piglet. Not with aggression mind you, but with the usual guilt-induction, obsessive compulsive worrying and critical comments.
"How long is Melissa staying?"
"Till Monday... I'll be studying too you know"
"You'd better"
Saturday, June 14, 2003
Luck bites me in the ass
The gods must be having fun....
I was studying (yes!) the last part of psychopharmacology, the part I hadn't done in advance. With a happy sigh I turned over the last page about anti-epileptics. Then I looked at the table of contents and frowned at the mention of "narcotic analgetics". What the fuck are they, my pretty brain thought. Until I had a brainwave (just the one)... I hadn't attended every class, was it possible that I hadn't gone to the last one... and yes. I discovered some dusty pages in a folder, without notes or pretty colours on them. Just blank with aggressive bold typing... Narcotic Analgetics... the nail in my coffin.
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The gods must be having fun....
I was studying (yes!) the last part of psychopharmacology, the part I hadn't done in advance. With a happy sigh I turned over the last page about anti-epileptics. Then I looked at the table of contents and frowned at the mention of "narcotic analgetics". What the fuck are they, my pretty brain thought. Until I had a brainwave (just the one)... I hadn't attended every class, was it possible that I hadn't gone to the last one... and yes. I discovered some dusty pages in a folder, without notes or pretty colours on them. Just blank with aggressive bold typing... Narcotic Analgetics... the nail in my coffin.
it's alive! aliiiiive!
Exam was very tiring. I left about all the options open for a hyperactive kid (ADHD, autism, language disorder, a score of genetic disorders...). Those parents will have to pay money to examine all of my hypotheses! Thank god it's not up to me I suppose.
The skirthunting went less fluently. *grumbles* One day I will find a decent skirt. But until that day comes...
Full moon yesterday. Hormone overdrive.
Hope Littlemoose was ok. Friday the 13th held an important appt for her.
Meanwhile Browno, the dictator of Colon, is turning Colon into an institution instead of a youth group. Not only have we got two people with serious personality disorders, he now saw it fit to invite a boy with mental retardation to Colon. What the hell is he playing at? We're not a professional organisation. Granted, to have mental retardation AND be gay is a big deal, but the fact remains that Colon is a volunteer organisation designed to make gaylesbi friends. A lot of people won't feel they fit in anymore because they don't know how to deal with people with personality disorders and mental retardation and whoever the hell he's planning on inviting next.
In my opinion Browno (this is an alias. hehe.) has bitten off more than he can chew and once again without the consent of the other people in the core of colon. I'm sick of it. He needs to know his own limits and that of Colon.
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Exam was very tiring. I left about all the options open for a hyperactive kid (ADHD, autism, language disorder, a score of genetic disorders...). Those parents will have to pay money to examine all of my hypotheses! Thank god it's not up to me I suppose.
The skirthunting went less fluently. *grumbles* One day I will find a decent skirt. But until that day comes...
Full moon yesterday. Hormone overdrive.
Hope Littlemoose was ok. Friday the 13th held an important appt for her.
Meanwhile Browno, the dictator of Colon, is turning Colon into an institution instead of a youth group. Not only have we got two people with serious personality disorders, he now saw it fit to invite a boy with mental retardation to Colon. What the hell is he playing at? We're not a professional organisation. Granted, to have mental retardation AND be gay is a big deal, but the fact remains that Colon is a volunteer organisation designed to make gaylesbi friends. A lot of people won't feel they fit in anymore because they don't know how to deal with people with personality disorders and mental retardation and whoever the hell he's planning on inviting next.
In my opinion Browno (this is an alias. hehe.) has bitten off more than he can chew and once again without the consent of the other people in the core of colon. I'm sick of it. He needs to know his own limits and that of Colon.
Thursday, June 12, 2003
Blogger ate my blog again.
Must be nummy.
I've rediscovered my old relaxation game for the examtime (and internship): Free Cell! That and reading slash (though that usually takes up too much time if you catch a good fic) & playing that chinese game where you have to find two squares that are the same. Zen bones or something.. Oh yes. It's the time of boredom again.
There's only so much a person can read about autism before getting autistic tendencies.
In other news: the kiwifruit I ate was a bit over-ripe. Though still nice.
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Must be nummy.
I've rediscovered my old relaxation game for the examtime (and internship): Free Cell! That and reading slash (though that usually takes up too much time if you catch a good fic) & playing that chinese game where you have to find two squares that are the same. Zen bones or something.. Oh yes. It's the time of boredom again.
There's only so much a person can read about autism before getting autistic tendencies.
In other news: the kiwifruit I ate was a bit over-ripe. Though still nice.
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
ah fuck it all
My ears are plugged. Again. Oh the joy of hearing yourself breathe and the distance of external sounds.
Woke up at three am, and slept/woke on and off till four. Hrumph. Bloody stupid experiment. Went to sleep and woke up with a killer headache. Hrumph². Bloody stupid experiment². I look like a junky though, which is quite funny. Marks on both my arms (drew blood today and yesterday) and a red splotch on my bicep (or what passes for it, anyway) from the vaccine.
Pity I'm not thin or pale enough to pass for a real junk, it might give me something interesting to blog about.
Watched a bit of a documentary yesterday on the origins of space (I think it was a BBC series originally). Yes, I'll admit I was waiting for Special Victims Unit to come on on the other channel. But it made me think how strange it was that people could believe in a god, when looking at the vastness of the universe. The scientist guy said that for every grain of sand on the whole planet, there's 100.000 stars in the universe. The numbers are too great to think about. What would be the point in all that if we are the *chosen* people? And since the sun (an ordinary star) will eventually implode, ending all life on earth and in this solarsystem, how is it possible that a "higher being" has that mapped out for us as our future? Nah.
Am I becoming an official atheist?
Piglet, Official Atheist In Training.
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My ears are plugged. Again. Oh the joy of hearing yourself breathe and the distance of external sounds.
Woke up at three am, and slept/woke on and off till four. Hrumph. Bloody stupid experiment. Went to sleep and woke up with a killer headache. Hrumph². Bloody stupid experiment². I look like a junky though, which is quite funny. Marks on both my arms (drew blood today and yesterday) and a red splotch on my bicep (or what passes for it, anyway) from the vaccine.
Pity I'm not thin or pale enough to pass for a real junk, it might give me something interesting to blog about.
Watched a bit of a documentary yesterday on the origins of space (I think it was a BBC series originally). Yes, I'll admit I was waiting for Special Victims Unit to come on on the other channel. But it made me think how strange it was that people could believe in a god, when looking at the vastness of the universe. The scientist guy said that for every grain of sand on the whole planet, there's 100.000 stars in the universe. The numbers are too great to think about. What would be the point in all that if we are the *chosen* people? And since the sun (an ordinary star) will eventually implode, ending all life on earth and in this solarsystem, how is it possible that a "higher being" has that mapped out for us as our future? Nah.
Am I becoming an official atheist?
Piglet, Official Atheist In Training.
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
update
Went to hospital for experiment. Everything is fine, my BP was fabulous. Go me. Right now my left arm hurts like hell (only to be expected) but I've not had any of the symptoms I had last time. They probably gave me a placebo again. Or I'm just a tough pussycat! Dyed Melissa's hair red-ish, bought myself Pet Shop Boys' Montage (on sale, since everyone says it's a very bad Dvd, i'm not surprised) and Melissa got me Austin Powers. Groovy baby.
Cecil sent me the strangest voicemail message the other night. He should really keep better company!
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Went to hospital for experiment. Everything is fine, my BP was fabulous. Go me. Right now my left arm hurts like hell (only to be expected) but I've not had any of the symptoms I had last time. They probably gave me a placebo again. Or I'm just a tough pussycat! Dyed Melissa's hair red-ish, bought myself Pet Shop Boys' Montage (on sale, since everyone says it's a very bad Dvd, i'm not surprised) and Melissa got me Austin Powers. Groovy baby.
Cecil sent me the strangest voicemail message the other night. He should really keep better company!
Monday, June 09, 2003
of course
Which Agent Smith are you?
By Madeline Elster
I should have known I wasn't the only one thinking bad thoughts during that film....
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Which Agent Smith are you?
By Madeline Elster
I should have known I wasn't the only one thinking bad thoughts during that film....
Mister Moore
just reading "stupid white men" by Michael Moore. It's nice enough. Just a few notes:
- Mr Moore seems to think the Americans must do all the funding of overseas suffering countries: the Palestines, the Israelis, the Russians. What about Europe? What about the UN? Why America? Isn't funding part of colonialism? Is it therefor not better that an international organisation does it?
- The Palestinian Peace plan is fair enough. I'm all for unviolent protests. However he says "they (the israeli's) will probably drag your women out by the hair and send their dogs on you. You must stay calm". Palestinian muslims don't tolerate their women's hair to be visible, let alone another man touching it. And for dogs. They're considered to be among the most unclean creatures according to the Islam. I hardly think they'd stay seated.
I love you Michael. But you might need to rethink that plan of yours.
As for turning 8% of protestants in N-I catholic? Well... good luck with that plan, but I don't think it would change a single thing. Though I suspect it was a joke.
Or I hope it was.
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just reading "stupid white men" by Michael Moore. It's nice enough. Just a few notes:
- Mr Moore seems to think the Americans must do all the funding of overseas suffering countries: the Palestines, the Israelis, the Russians. What about Europe? What about the UN? Why America? Isn't funding part of colonialism? Is it therefor not better that an international organisation does it?
- The Palestinian Peace plan is fair enough. I'm all for unviolent protests. However he says "they (the israeli's) will probably drag your women out by the hair and send their dogs on you. You must stay calm". Palestinian muslims don't tolerate their women's hair to be visible, let alone another man touching it. And for dogs. They're considered to be among the most unclean creatures according to the Islam. I hardly think they'd stay seated.
I love you Michael. But you might need to rethink that plan of yours.
As for turning 8% of protestants in N-I catholic? Well... good luck with that plan, but I don't think it would change a single thing. Though I suspect it was a joke.
Or I hope it was.
I'm weird
Everyone I know has been breaking down the Matrix to tiny little pieces, explaining how awful it was.
I went to see it yesterday. And I didn't think it was *that* bad. Maybe it's because I've been warned by just about everyone not to expect much. Maybe it's because of the long black swirling coats. Maybe it's because the Architect looked like Sigmund Freud. The fighting scenes could have been shorter, Morpheus should have kept his mouth shut most of the film. The Orgy was interesting but what the fuck was that all about, someone please feed Trinity and SuperKeanu was just plain hilarious.
I've become a huge fan of Agent Smith though. He should be made an honorary lesbian. Miaow.
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Everyone I know has been breaking down the Matrix to tiny little pieces, explaining how awful it was.
I went to see it yesterday. And I didn't think it was *that* bad. Maybe it's because I've been warned by just about everyone not to expect much. Maybe it's because of the long black swirling coats. Maybe it's because the Architect looked like Sigmund Freud. The fighting scenes could have been shorter, Morpheus should have kept his mouth shut most of the film. The Orgy was interesting but what the fuck was that all about, someone please feed Trinity and SuperKeanu was just plain hilarious.
I've become a huge fan of Agent Smith though. He should be made an honorary lesbian. Miaow.
Sunday, June 08, 2003
Saturday, June 07, 2003
your shining example
I'm on to you, all of you. You look up to me don't you? You really really love me don't you? Deep down? Somewhere. I hand in my exam this morning and everyone follows my example! Granted, it was five minutes before the end, but do you see what I'm getting at here? Cecil came by this afternoon, dropping off three CDs (thanks Cecil, Natacha Atlas is great) and then I read that Hullabaloo also bought Michael Moore's Stupid White Men.
Tsk. My fans, I love you all!
The final of the French Open was a bit of a let down, over in two sets (the first 6-0!). Ah well. The first Belgian Grand Slam winner is Justine Henin-Hardenne, who brought out Cecil's inner bitch by dedicating the victory to her mum (who passed away).
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I'm on to you, all of you. You look up to me don't you? You really really love me don't you? Deep down? Somewhere. I hand in my exam this morning and everyone follows my example! Granted, it was five minutes before the end, but do you see what I'm getting at here? Cecil came by this afternoon, dropping off three CDs (thanks Cecil, Natacha Atlas is great) and then I read that Hullabaloo also bought Michael Moore's Stupid White Men.
Tsk. My fans, I love you all!
The final of the French Open was a bit of a let down, over in two sets (the first 6-0!). Ah well. The first Belgian Grand Slam winner is Justine Henin-Hardenne, who brought out Cecil's inner bitch by dedicating the victory to her mum (who passed away).
Friday, June 06, 2003
Gay Marriage Part 2
The first married dykes (well as in, "not married to a man"-dykes) of Belgium showed up in a lovely light blue dress and a brown suit with tie. So much for political correctness eh! Way to rid us of them stereotypes gals! Nah, go girls for wearing what you want. Something different from the first Dutch gay marriages, where the dykes showed up in white traditional dresses and the men in tuxedos. My mum's reaction: "I don't get why one of them has to wear men's clothes". Said with a glance in my direction, probably trying to determin which of me and my future wife will be wearing the suit.
I'm still trying to convince my other half of the beauty of dresses, but I fear it might be a lost battle. Besides, she'd only insist on wearing sneakers underneath. Or dykie sandals. But at least we'd wear better suits, if the time should come... (not to mention a better haircut).
No seriously, I wish both ladies all the best in married life. And pray to god the butch one didn't pack white socks for the honeymoon...
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The first married dykes (well as in, "not married to a man"-dykes) of Belgium showed up in a lovely light blue dress and a brown suit with tie. So much for political correctness eh! Way to rid us of them stereotypes gals! Nah, go girls for wearing what you want. Something different from the first Dutch gay marriages, where the dykes showed up in white traditional dresses and the men in tuxedos. My mum's reaction: "I don't get why one of them has to wear men's clothes". Said with a glance in my direction, probably trying to determin which of me and my future wife will be wearing the suit.
I'm still trying to convince my other half of the beauty of dresses, but I fear it might be a lost battle. Besides, she'd only insist on wearing sneakers underneath. Or dykie sandals. But at least we'd wear better suits, if the time should come... (not to mention a better haircut).
No seriously, I wish both ladies all the best in married life. And pray to god the butch one didn't pack white socks for the honeymoon...
Gay Marriage
Mister Hullabaloo surprised me this morning with an email in my inbox proclaiming that the first gay marriage was taking place this afternoon. The lucky people are two dykes, Marion and Christel, who've been together 16 years. Aaaah, the political correctness of it all. This is rather funny since the Holebifederatie (the mother of all gay organistions in Flanders) put June 16th forward as the day of the "first gay marriage", going so far as to name the men getting married (René and François), urging everyone to get out their rainbow flags on the day (or -even better- buy one from the federation) and even come to the ceremony. Poor René and François. Let's hope not every poof that shows up expects a drink! The women managed to get this earlier date since their village allowed the date they asked before they knew there was a two-week waiting period, starting on June 2nd. Bless the mayor of small villages!
But what do we do now? Do we ignore these lucky ladies in favour of the men who get married on the "official" first day? Do we kick them out of the club for spoiling the Federation's fun? Do we offer counceling for the poofs who see their chance at glory ruined before their very eyes? No one cares about the second gay marriage... Or do we run to the shops in search of a rainbow flag?
The answer is, dear friends, we do none of the above. We nurse our headache with some Perdolan and continue looking into the determinants of rape & treatment of rapists for our exam tomorrow.
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Mister Hullabaloo surprised me this morning with an email in my inbox proclaiming that the first gay marriage was taking place this afternoon. The lucky people are two dykes, Marion and Christel, who've been together 16 years. Aaaah, the political correctness of it all. This is rather funny since the Holebifederatie (the mother of all gay organistions in Flanders) put June 16th forward as the day of the "first gay marriage", going so far as to name the men getting married (René and François), urging everyone to get out their rainbow flags on the day (or -even better- buy one from the federation) and even come to the ceremony. Poor René and François. Let's hope not every poof that shows up expects a drink! The women managed to get this earlier date since their village allowed the date they asked before they knew there was a two-week waiting period, starting on June 2nd. Bless the mayor of small villages!
But what do we do now? Do we ignore these lucky ladies in favour of the men who get married on the "official" first day? Do we kick them out of the club for spoiling the Federation's fun? Do we offer counceling for the poofs who see their chance at glory ruined before their very eyes? No one cares about the second gay marriage... Or do we run to the shops in search of a rainbow flag?
The answer is, dear friends, we do none of the above. We nurse our headache with some Perdolan and continue looking into the determinants of rape & treatment of rapists for our exam tomorrow.
Thursday, June 05, 2003
fun and games
After all this tennis talk, including the BBC website dragging the Iraqi war into the not-quite-for-Serena crowd on the French Open, find out what tennis star you are here, courtesy of that same Auntie Beeb. I'll not disclose my inner tennis star, for fear of humiliation, but thank god it wasn't Tim Henman. The shame would be too great.
Always fun to read as well are the messageboards. Including messages from before the semi finals were played. You find real gems on there, like this one: "Serena doesn't have to prove herself, she is simply the best. it took her 64 minutes to see off Amelie Mauresmo, it will take her lesser time to see off the rest of them (Kim and Justine) and win her fifth consecutive grand slam. "The harder they come, the harder they fall". from someone in San Diego.
I'm enjoying this far too much aren't I?
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After all this tennis talk, including the BBC website dragging the Iraqi war into the not-quite-for-Serena crowd on the French Open, find out what tennis star you are here, courtesy of that same Auntie Beeb. I'll not disclose my inner tennis star, for fear of humiliation, but thank god it wasn't Tim Henman. The shame would be too great.
Always fun to read as well are the messageboards. Including messages from before the semi finals were played. You find real gems on there, like this one: "Serena doesn't have to prove herself, she is simply the best. it took her 64 minutes to see off Amelie Mauresmo, it will take her lesser time to see off the rest of them (Kim and Justine) and win her fifth consecutive grand slam. "The harder they come, the harder they fall". from someone in San Diego.
I'm enjoying this far too much aren't I?
no more fingernails
Today's the day of the semi-finals in the French Open. Clijsters - Petrova, Henin-Hardenne - S Williams.
Let's hope both girls are in good form and Serena is in... less form than Tuesday.
Meanwhile, if you're in the mood for poetry, try reading Tom Lanoye's stadsgedichten
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Today's the day of the semi-finals in the French Open. Clijsters - Petrova, Henin-Hardenne - S Williams.
Let's hope both girls are in good form and Serena is in... less form than Tuesday.
Meanwhile, if you're in the mood for poetry, try reading Tom Lanoye's stadsgedichten
Wednesday, June 04, 2003
Cows with guns
Communism explained through our good friends the cows.
With thanks to the ever-gorgeous littlemoose.
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Communism explained through our good friends the cows.
With thanks to the ever-gorgeous littlemoose.
is there no hiding in cyberspace?
Exam was hard work but I hope the things I wrote down weren't utter nonsense. Though I suspect they partly were.
Bored now.
Been watching Austin Powers 2 in bits and pieces the past few nights. Fabulous film. Fabulous idiocy.
I have nothing to say. Neither do most of the bloggers I know, but they seem to manage to write little snippets down anyway.
Ah well.
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Exam was hard work but I hope the things I wrote down weren't utter nonsense. Though I suspect they partly were.
Bored now.
Been watching Austin Powers 2 in bits and pieces the past few nights. Fabulous film. Fabulous idiocy.
I have nothing to say. Neither do most of the bloggers I know, but they seem to manage to write little snippets down anyway.
Ah well.
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
copy/paste
3:05 pm - TWO belgians!
twiddlee deedeedeeeeee two belgians
twiddlee deedeedeeeeee two belgians
twiddlee deedeedeeeeee and i'm the only man yeah..
erm. hang on...
Anyway, two belgians in the quarter finals
9:48 pm - tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
is that from a poem?
Or did I just make that up?
Tomorrow is my systemstherapy exam. I've gone through all the articles, even took my very own "family therapy" book off the shelf and wrote down things like "symbolism" "lopsided relationship" "living with the iceman" and "making room for the not-yet said".
For a moment, as I was re-reading my book, I felt like I understood everything. Yes, no more secrets in the world of systemstherapy for me! No sirree. Till I read a case study and thought of how I would react to the events the author had described. *shudders*
It's the good old problem of verbalising hypotheses without insulting the clients. Of naming something they're not ready to name yet, without breaking their tempo and vulnerability. Of handling fear, the fear that you'll be wrong or -perhaps even worse- that you'll be right and that will open the floodgates of emotions.
Plus it's nearly impossible to keep track of all the possibilities. It should become a part of you, not something you look up later. Maybe that comes with experience, I don't know. I may graduate in a few months (or in a month even) but there's so much I don't know yet...
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3:05 pm - TWO belgians!
twiddlee deedeedeeeeee two belgians
twiddlee deedeedeeeeee two belgians
twiddlee deedeedeeeeee and i'm the only man yeah..
erm. hang on...
Anyway, two belgians in the quarter finals
9:48 pm - tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
is that from a poem?
Or did I just make that up?
Tomorrow is my systemstherapy exam. I've gone through all the articles, even took my very own "family therapy" book off the shelf and wrote down things like "symbolism" "lopsided relationship" "living with the iceman" and "making room for the not-yet said".
For a moment, as I was re-reading my book, I felt like I understood everything. Yes, no more secrets in the world of systemstherapy for me! No sirree. Till I read a case study and thought of how I would react to the events the author had described. *shudders*
It's the good old problem of verbalising hypotheses without insulting the clients. Of naming something they're not ready to name yet, without breaking their tempo and vulnerability. Of handling fear, the fear that you'll be wrong or -perhaps even worse- that you'll be right and that will open the floodgates of emotions.
Plus it's nearly impossible to keep track of all the possibilities. It should become a part of you, not something you look up later. Maybe that comes with experience, I don't know. I may graduate in a few months (or in a month even) but there's so much I don't know yet...
