Hidden talents

1. Spotting rain.

When I say it’s raining, it is raining. Trust me. Even though you might not see it. I’m never wrong.

2. Intonation.

My Russian teacher said my intonation was very good after my last oral Russian exam. I guess it’s a talent… Right?

3. Making spaghetti.

As in: warming up spaghetti. With my spaghetti-make-Tupperware-something. I got it from a friend and it’s like the best gift I ever got.

Heavenly, heavenly this.

4. Remembering music.

Like, really well, every instrument and every note. This mostly occurs when I’m half awake, and often I seriously have no clue of what song it is. I just lie there, the music plays in my head and I feel like I’ll never forget it – which I do. And I never find out which song it was. Almost never. But the music is somewhere in my head, hidden, locked up, waiting for a moment to come out and haunt me.

5. Writing without editing.

I once had an exam for which I had to write an essay, two pages max. While everyone was making schemes and writing it down as a draft first, I just started writing as soon as I had a general idea of what I wanted to say. The point is, if I write it down somewhere else first, I will be tired of it as soon as the draft version is finished. I kind of hate writing the same thing twice. So most things I write are pretty editing-less.

6. Getting a heart attack because of myself.

I can freak myself out by climbing creaking stairs, or by using the toaster. One tip: do not watch the toaster. It somehow enlarges the shock when you’ve got the visual effect as well.

Talented me, right? But what are your hidden talents?


The trees are beautiful green
We’ve already entered May
Then why the hell I ask you
Are the days still f*cking grey?


I’m an evil giraffe

You might know that I get claws when it’s raining and I’m outside. Every one looking at me at that moment will see ‘die, bitch, die!’ in my eyes. Can’t help it. Normally I’m the sweetest of all but at those moments I could …. just… do evil things. And what is evil? This is evil:

It was Michael who reminded me of the good old days when my brother would show me those videos of a guy in makeup being funny… Enjoy.



The 6th of December

6:50   Rain. Much rain. No way. Ten more minutes.
7:00  *radio playing* Pushing Kicking the snooze button. Shdp. Nine more minutes.
7:02   *not conscious*
7:09   *radio playing*  Shit. Shit. Kicking the off-button. I want to start my winter sleep, now. I’ll close my eyes and sleep until – let’s see – March.
7:10   *not conscious*
7: 18   Crawling out of the bed. Feeling the cold Outside. Entering the bathroom. Finds a collection of stripes on the floor, paws wide open, looking happy. Touching his belly. He snores. He can start his winter sleep.
7:21   Starting breakfast. Bread and chocolate. Still.
7:58   Covering myself in plastic in order to remain not wet.
8:30   Mission failed.
18:13  Typing a New Post.
In Belgium, the 6th of December is somewhat special, because we (we doesn’t include me) get presents then. Does anyone recognise this habit for this day?

Twirling, dazzling, tumbling snow flakes

I think that the only reason I like snow falling on my blog, is that it doesn’t snow in reality. It started raining, yes, exactly on the first of December, but we’re still snow-proof. Unlike last year. I remember days we had to steer our humble bikes through white obstacles (snow flakes – gathered). But the worst thing, is when it has snowed, people have cycled through it, and it has frozen. Then you can only do one single thing: follow the vestige the one before you has made. Don’t try to leave the path. You will fall.
That’s not pretty comfortable. But even on a bike, you are way earlier than those people who come by car, because their mother doesn’t work and can drive them to school, or because they don’t mind doing that before they go to work. It’s not fair. Anyway, we are the brave who have no other choice than defying the weather.
Not this year. This year we only have rain. For the moment. So we are happy. Unless it rains when we are cycling, of course. But when being home silently and cosy and warm, I will even take a heavy storm.