Episode 2:
Again I was sitting at table, relaxing, inhaling the evening air, watching the people, bla bla bla. Still insisting (uselessly) that salads have less calories than normal plates , I had ordered a salad. Now this salad had floors/storeys. At this point I was only able to see and inspect the topmost layer, which, believe me, looked delcious. Further inspections showed that it also TASTED delicious, this top floor. But curiosity made the cat want to differ, and so I innocently delved into the next floor, mixed salad.
It went something like this:
*munch* *munch* *munch* *CRUNCH* *munch*.
My mind quickly recalled the list of supposed ingredients of this salad, and none was supposted to CRUNCH. A shiver ran down my spine as a very long array of possible producers of this CRUNCH now flashed very clearly. Finally I simply blamed my imagination and proceded to intaking another lot.
This time, it went something like this:
* CRUNCH* *muCRUNCH* *CRUNCH* *CRUNCH*.
yukk. I spit it out. It felt like sand, but there was nothing in there. I could se nothing that remotely looked like sand. And no, it wasn't a particularly hard time of ground pepper. It didn't taste like pepper.
What does one do in such occasions. Drop the fork and stop eating. No I didn't complain, even though I should have because I just wanted to leave.
Again, no gran Finale.
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Sunday, November 01, 2009
un appreciated adventures
Episode 1:
Was sitting at table, eating, enjoying a calm afternoon and relaxing while a slow hussle and busstle of customers came and went. All was next to perfect until my gaze fell on something black that could have easily been mistaken for a pattern on the tiles hadn't:
a) the tiles been completely white
b) the thing been proud owner of 6 legs
c) the said thing been moving
Mr. C was taking a stroll because like me, he seemed to enjoy the lovely afternoon-turning-into-night air. It moved around casually, admiring what was offered for dinner, artfully avoiding feet and obviously giving that extra attention to me.. by now turned completely green. Because, I was not only faced with the fear of a very fast, unpredictable, huge, black insect but also with the fear of the food I was eating. The reason being very obvious: Mr. C. had made his grand entrance through the kitchen door, the place were my up-until-a-few-minutes-before delicious plate was prepared!
From here, the most logic thing to make.. raise your frightened finger and bring Mr. C. to the attention of a waiter. For an extra precaution I added a "squash it" with the logical "There's a cockroach over there." The waiter, most politely, knodded and walked off. Incredibly not coming back. By this time me and Mr. C. had put aside all differnces (except that where his feet were fixed on the ground, and mine were skillfully raised at a safe height), put aside all formalities and were on personal basis.
Don't expect a climax other than our exchanging email address, because there isn't going to be one. The waiter continued busying himself with the customers and ignoring Mr. C. I stood, paid and walked out.
*Fullstop, start a new line*
Was sitting at table, eating, enjoying a calm afternoon and relaxing while a slow hussle and busstle of customers came and went. All was next to perfect until my gaze fell on something black that could have easily been mistaken for a pattern on the tiles hadn't:
a) the tiles been completely white
b) the thing been proud owner of 6 legs
c) the said thing been moving
Mr. C was taking a stroll because like me, he seemed to enjoy the lovely afternoon-turning-into-night air. It moved around casually, admiring what was offered for dinner, artfully avoiding feet and obviously giving that extra attention to me.. by now turned completely green. Because, I was not only faced with the fear of a very fast, unpredictable, huge, black insect but also with the fear of the food I was eating. The reason being very obvious: Mr. C. had made his grand entrance through the kitchen door, the place were my up-until-a-few-minutes-before delicious plate was prepared!
From here, the most logic thing to make.. raise your frightened finger and bring Mr. C. to the attention of a waiter. For an extra precaution I added a "squash it" with the logical "There's a cockroach over there." The waiter, most politely, knodded and walked off. Incredibly not coming back. By this time me and Mr. C. had put aside all differnces (except that where his feet were fixed on the ground, and mine were skillfully raised at a safe height), put aside all formalities and were on personal basis.
Don't expect a climax other than our exchanging email address, because there isn't going to be one. The waiter continued busying himself with the customers and ignoring Mr. C. I stood, paid and walked out.
*Fullstop, start a new line*
Sunday, September 20, 2009
peace ville
I hadn't been there for months. Various are the reasons that led to this elimination of the place from my to-go-to list; however I needed to refresh my ardour towards these reasons and so, decided to pay peace a visit.
First thing that strikes when you are my age is that 90% of the humans present are younger than you, with the result that you start feeling old and crippled. Self confidence 0; PV 1
Second thing that strikes is that youngsters drink A LOT, and have no problem with being drunk, making a fool out of themselves etc etc. The culture today is that drink is good for socialization and that the more you drink the cooler you are. By the 5th drink you're chest freezer-cool. Seeing such things make me feel like our society is doing a complete mess out of the people that will pull the ropes in the very near future. Self confidence 0 , PV 2
Then you see the way people dress. First you start laughing at how absolutely inappropriatly dressed many people are. Unfortunately (for them) its the ladies that have the record in this contest; ranging from pure mis-match of style/fashion ignorance to dresses which would perfectly disguise as tee-shirts for their length, cleavages that steal the "Grand(our)" from the Grand Canyon and bare bellies on show like a pure-breed, white, Persian Chiuaua at a fish show. All this too many times hanging on (/ out of/ off) bodies which would do with a size or two MORE of clothes or bodies of not so minute dimensions. And then you wonder how sometimes women are considered objects. After wiping of the tears of laughter you start shedding tears of disgrace. I'm not really sure who should get the point here.
The rest is all men with desperate looks and desperate behaviour trying very hard to hook up girls with desperately lonely looks. Oh, and we can't forget the only too young boys and girls roaming around as if it were normal that at such a young age one goes and f**** up his/her life only to be able to boast about having been there at school. I would not be surprised to hear a "hello there miss" and a "can I not do my homework?.. I'll be too hung over tomorrow to bother.."
I'd really so much rather not see these things. Someone needs to start doing something about these situations.. soon.
*silence* PV wins the game.
First thing that strikes when you are my age is that 90% of the humans present are younger than you, with the result that you start feeling old and crippled. Self confidence 0; PV 1
Second thing that strikes is that youngsters drink A LOT, and have no problem with being drunk, making a fool out of themselves etc etc. The culture today is that drink is good for socialization and that the more you drink the cooler you are. By the 5th drink you're chest freezer-cool. Seeing such things make me feel like our society is doing a complete mess out of the people that will pull the ropes in the very near future. Self confidence 0 , PV 2
Then you see the way people dress. First you start laughing at how absolutely inappropriatly dressed many people are. Unfortunately (for them) its the ladies that have the record in this contest; ranging from pure mis-match of style/fashion ignorance to dresses which would perfectly disguise as tee-shirts for their length, cleavages that steal the "Grand(our)" from the Grand Canyon and bare bellies on show like a pure-breed, white, Persian Chiuaua at a fish show. All this too many times hanging on (/ out of/ off) bodies which would do with a size or two MORE of clothes or bodies of not so minute dimensions. And then you wonder how sometimes women are considered objects. After wiping of the tears of laughter you start shedding tears of disgrace. I'm not really sure who should get the point here.
The rest is all men with desperate looks and desperate behaviour trying very hard to hook up girls with desperately lonely looks. Oh, and we can't forget the only too young boys and girls roaming around as if it were normal that at such a young age one goes and f**** up his/her life only to be able to boast about having been there at school. I would not be surprised to hear a "hello there miss" and a "can I not do my homework?.. I'll be too hung over tomorrow to bother.."
I'd really so much rather not see these things. Someone needs to start doing something about these situations.. soon.
*silence* PV wins the game.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
it turns out that..
It turns out that Prince Charmings exist, but they are oh so boringly perfect.
It turns out that sushi is delicious!
It turns out that life is short.
It turns out that life is short and complicated.
It turns out that life is short, complicated, but extremely simple to figure out.
It turns out that mothers are always right.
It turns out that good looks get you wherever you like.
It turns out that to look good you have to feel good.
It turns out that in life there will always be someone that is better than you, no matter how hard you try.
It turns out that all men have the same thing in mind..
It turns out that women like it that way, somehow.
It turns out that the harder you look for something, the less you are going to find it.
It turns out that even a silver stick has a dirty part.. nothing is perfect.
It turns out that life has very queer coincidences.
It turns out that that they are still coincidences.
It turns out that menopause is horrid on women.
It turns out that it is even worse for their husbands.
It turns out that younger sibblings are always the better off.
It turns out that the length of your legs is inversely proportional to the size of your brain.
It turns out that the answer to the ultimate question about life, the universe and everything IS 42.
It turns out that it is also the largest number you can use in Super 5, by a strange coincidence.
It turns out that life is fair after all.. €1,000,000 had to be split between 2 rather than 1 lucky winner.
It turns out that many women are arses when driving.
It turns out that this doesn't mean that men are good drivers.. on the contrary.
It turns out that whatever disress you might have, someone else is in a worse state than you.
It turns out that you start wondering who the poor guy is.
AMEN.
Ps, it turns out that these are the revelations of just one day.
It turns out that sushi is delicious!
It turns out that life is short.
It turns out that life is short and complicated.
It turns out that life is short, complicated, but extremely simple to figure out.
It turns out that mothers are always right.
It turns out that good looks get you wherever you like.
It turns out that to look good you have to feel good.
It turns out that in life there will always be someone that is better than you, no matter how hard you try.
It turns out that all men have the same thing in mind..
It turns out that women like it that way, somehow.
It turns out that the harder you look for something, the less you are going to find it.
It turns out that even a silver stick has a dirty part.. nothing is perfect.
It turns out that life has very queer coincidences.
It turns out that that they are still coincidences.
It turns out that menopause is horrid on women.
It turns out that it is even worse for their husbands.
It turns out that younger sibblings are always the better off.
It turns out that the length of your legs is inversely proportional to the size of your brain.
It turns out that the answer to the ultimate question about life, the universe and everything IS 42.
It turns out that it is also the largest number you can use in Super 5, by a strange coincidence.
It turns out that life is fair after all.. €1,000,000 had to be split between 2 rather than 1 lucky winner.
It turns out that many women are arses when driving.
It turns out that this doesn't mean that men are good drivers.. on the contrary.
It turns out that whatever disress you might have, someone else is in a worse state than you.
It turns out that you start wondering who the poor guy is.
AMEN.
Ps, it turns out that these are the revelations of just one day.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
listen, big guy..
I am not kneeling. But probably I'm doing what people that knee do.. and it's not proposing. I'm going through what I used to hear about when I was in primary school. And at that point in time some warm feeling inside used to reassure me that, no, that was definitly something which I wouldn't go through. Now I'm older, and it's actually happening. What is most frustrating and frightening is that it's not happening to me. And it's horrible to see someone droop, and retreat, and give up, and grow old and fed up. It is so beyond me and so ugly. And it is so not fair. Helplessness is something I want away from my ME.
Please, let it all be ok, let something happen that makes all this worthwhile. Give him back his dignity..and a life. I'd be very glad to give him mine, just to see some spark back in that body. It's called balancing weights..
Ei man.
Please, let it all be ok, let something happen that makes all this worthwhile. Give him back his dignity..and a life. I'd be very glad to give him mine, just to see some spark back in that body. It's called balancing weights..
Ei man.
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