colour and people

it's quite interesting to see what colours do to people...


average reaction to my colours: "oh, you're so nice and colourful"
or "you make me happy"
or "I should do that too"

all reactions I really appreciate :)
I make people smile and that's the intention in the end


these are the people who love them and go nuts


from time to time I hear: "ah yes, colours, it's fashionable now right"
to which I reply: "I created that trend... I do this for years"
or "is it spring already?" - "no mam, but winter's no reason for me to look like a wilted flower"


these are the people who like colours for others but not for themselves

and then... there are two more categories

people who don't know colours
recognizable on the eyes going rapidly up and down and left and right and up and down again, starting when they spot you from a short distance of 5m *brains make an alert to be attentive*
while passing by the eyes keep on moving rapidly looking to every little corner of the outfit *danger danger, no grey to be spotted* the mouth opens up *this can't be true* and the head turns *WHAT IS THIS*
... it's called colour
... it's natural
... it's normal
... don't worry, I'm no alien, I will not abduct you to a place were there's no "safety" grey

and then there are people who don't like colours
recognizable on the frown, including a disapproving look with a hint of catholic guilt thinking *oh sinful girl, attracting so much attention, quickly say your prayers or you'll burn in hell* I smile *oh nooooo, she's happy, dear lord*
... look the other way if you don't like it
... I am who I am, COLOURFUL AND HAPPY :D

just be happy, don't worry, colours or no colours

the only one - part III

summer passes, nice weather (yes even in Belgium), holidays to Slovakia, start of a new year

bonding with the first master students, living the eternal quest for an internship and thesis topic, meeting old friends etc etc

absolutely nothing reminded me of JT or whatever other guy, UNTIL...

*probably Than_I or a friend of the choir or a kiss goodbye from the last facebook conservation right before you logged out…*

JT…

0_o

…

*WHAT THE FUCK????*

“hey, long time no see *REALLLY* how are you? still alive and kicking? *followed by, and I quote again* why didn’t you answer my last message? *how are you? still shitfaced? (apparently yes)* do you feel like going for a drink next week”

why oh why did my parents teach me to be a decent girl???? – I answered (you probably think I’m nuts and I don’t blame you)

“sure, why not, I’m available, just let me know when you are”

now, I underlined the words “next week” in JT’s message for a reason

as you might suspect my level of skepticism reached levels of unseen proportions, and even that is a huge euphemism

and it increased even more when on the following Friday night of partying… who appears in the same bar… YES OH YES… JT

*mmm, forgot how short he was*

a couple of hours, some small talk (but NO drinks) and five weeks of text messaging later I ask him about his understanding notion “week”

*if my weeks lasted as long as his did, WOW I would have SOOOO much time to spend… nice outlook…*

“I know, my schedule is so busy *really? oh, strange, I had no idea at all*, last two weeks I had to go abroad for my job, three weekends ago I had a family weekend, the week before that a football tournament” …

now, I absolutely don’t have any clue anymore if I answered to that message or not

good illustration of how little he interested me anymore

you know, if he would be the only one – the only member of his football team (which would make it into a one man show, not a team), the only employee of his boss who has work for 10, the only family member of all families in Leuven and surroundings – it would explain his busy schedule – all alone running around up and down the field (which football players do anyway, but whatever), sucking up your boss’ ass…

but to me the concept of “wanting something” implies making an effort and pulling some strings

so… to make a long story short: dude! find somebody your own size, so you can put her in your sports bag and take her to your training sessions or try to fit her in your suitcase and take her abroad with you

don’t waste my time, doll…

PS: when he says abroad he means the Netherlands (vs. Belgium)…

did a Waddeneiland-seal knock you down? did you get food poisoning from a “crocket from the wall”? did the windmills block your wifi?

PPS: last week I received a text message... from JT

the only one - part II

we’re on the plane to Jordan… butterfly stomach (because of the airplane and the trip of course)

we’re all crazy about the opportunity, feeling like a toddler in a toy store, we’re gonna see Petra! PETRA!!!

Yeah baby!!

on the bus to Petra I get a text message: my mum and dad already sent a message, as did my best friend and aunt… mmm, which friend or family member is wishing me a good trip?

oh lord… it’s JT *DUDE, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD*

“I feel stupid for not meeting any more, I hope I can I see you when you come back?”

feeling like I just suffered a blunt force trauma to the head and because I’m busy with far more interesting things (including setting boundaries for the Petra Archaeological Park, and having tea on top of a mountain with view on the most magnificent rock formations and Israel), I don’t answer

two weeks later when we’re returning and … guess what… I get another message: “are you returning this weekend or next? can we meet?”

now now, he’s persistent

many of you would call me nuts, but I agreed to meet again

which we actually did! believe it or not, a week later he’s both in the country, available for more than 7 minutes, not going to a football game, not playing football AND not meeting friends

eye contact, chitchatting, kiss goodbye (again no details required) and agreeing to meet again (I am more skeptical than I have ever been)

skepticism seemed legitimate 

after again six weeks of texting back and forth, me doing (too) many efforts to actually suggest some dates, the following text message conversation occurs:

-me: “hey, I’m going partying tonight, let me know if I you’re in town” (*which he said before he would be*)

-JT: “great, will do!”

about 7 hours later, I go home, it’s 3AM

-me: “hey, still alive and kicking? I’m at home now”

THEN mister Incredible answers *and I quote* “I’m shitfaced at a party in W. Come this way”

…

…

… 0_o

now THAT felt like a blunt force trauma

safe to say I didn’t reply… not then, not a week later, not a month later

case closed

BUT…

to be continued (I’m not joking)

the only one - part I

about a year ago I met a guy

it was a ladies night out partying, NO guys allowed

that is to say "boy"-friends... handsome singles were more than welcome

and the message caught on: three of us had "touche", including me

eye contact, chitchatting, exchange of phone numbers, kiss goodbye (to make a long story short, no details required ;))

a week later we met for a drink

eye contact, chitchatting, kiss goodbye and agreeing to meet again

it’s here where the story starts (hold on and keep up, it’s not easy)

after texting back and forth for a week…

… two weeks

… three weeks

it started to occur to me he has quite a busy schedule

but hey! I do too

so I'm still under the impression we'd find a date to meet

after a month we’re still texting back and forth (starting to get a bit annoyed because of the money spent on somebody who might not be worth it)

again still texting back and forth after six weeks (just for the record, when I had enough I stopped texting, but after a week and a half I heard my cell phone whistle accompanied by the message "1 new text from JT" *unk????? all right then, let's be a decent girl and reply*)

after… God knows how long... AHA!!! we do find a date to meet 

read: HE finds a date when he's both in the country, available for more than 7 minutes, not going to a football game, not playing football AND not meeting friends... 

ah no wait, two days later he texted he did have an appointment with friends ("oops, forgot about it... such a busy schedule, sorry") *grmbl*

"but in a week I am available... for real this time" *REALLY!!!*

so... after God knows how long... we DO meet again

eye contact, chitchatting, kiss goodbye (again no details required) and agreeing to meet again (although I am a bit skeptical)

after again some weeks of texting back and forth (less weeks though, it's Easter holidays 2011 and I made a trip to Paris (making him jealous, cause he had to work)) we approach our study trip to Petra, Jordan

"I really wanna see you before you leave, but..." *you have a busy schedule, I know by now, I also know I'm not exactly priority for you, which I don't need to be, but if you do wanna meet me make some effort* "I'm so sorry, it's my boss..." *bla bla bla, and so forth, and so on*

we leave for Jordan and of course he didn't suit the action to the word *pff, foert*

BUT…

to be continued (story is not over yet)

in the swimming pool - part II

a new day, a new swimming round, a new set of incredible swimming pool phenomena

some tips:
1) when your skin is pale and you do not burst of selfconfidence, it is a very good idea to wear a transparant white or lila bathing suit
it doesn't make you look ridiculous and even more pale

2) when you decide to get a tattoo on your shoulder, don't hesitate to do something crazy, don't hold back
go for a leopard skin print
it's a ... ehm... brave way to proove your masculinity

3) when your heavily built, and you have some love handles, go for the black shiny bathing suit
it doesn't make you look like a S&M mistress in a latex outfit, no no

no no... (do sense the level of irony)

4) last but not least when you have chest hair, ok... when you have back hair, SHAVE IT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!

happy birthday!!!

couldn't resist... to all who celebrates his/her birthday today, like me
or to all who want to join in the festivities
or just for fun :)