Animals find no luck with me
Friday, February 29, 2008

I was reading Diablo Cody's blog and she wrote about her mom telling her that she's a great nurse because she used to gave her My pretty pony 17 baths and wrapped her up in tons of toiletpaper when her toy had pony fever or something.

And it made me think of the hamster I had when I was 13 and I thought I ought to give him a bath. I bathed him and the day after he didn't wake up at feeding time like he used to. He was all hard and cold. I put him in a box and kept him warm for a few hours and sometimes he wasn't dead anymore because he squirmed with his eyes closed. He made no contact with me whatsoever. I was really scared and I called my 15-year-old brother who was at his teacher's house and the teacher diagnosed near-death. So he took my hamster to our yard and he sealed the deal by crashing his itty bitty skull with a rock. I can still hear the hitting rock.


I am one tired working girl

The job interview went ok, I guess. The man talked and talked for 1,5 hours straight, so my ears had it pretty rough. At the end of the interview I had to look at ten sentences with lots of grammar and spelling errors in them and get those suckers out. Well, I've been very good with words for as long as I can remember but I totally flunked the test. There were 23 (!!!) errors and I only identified and revised 10 of them. The man was pretty positive though, he said something about nerves and that it was a pretty abnormally high concentration of incorrect spelling/grammar. I suppose he didn't want me to feel stupid or something. But, of course, I did because I am.

Anyways, I have the feeling he liked me because I have to get back there on tuesday. There are a few buts in this whole ordeal. For one thing, the office building is so absolutely un-inspiring, both inside and outside that I can't see my colorful (u-huh)self workin' there. Second of all, I think maybe it's too formal a place for me to work. I asked the mister (he kept calling me mrs., and I didn't dare to tell him not to) if there were any more young people working there and his first reaction was: "Is that important?". Uhm.. yeah? He told me there are a lot of people who are my age and some who are younger even and that he's the oldest man on the team. Of course, I have loads of friends who are older and we get along great but I do appreciate my peers. They're light.

So now I'm home on friday night, I'm a lot more tired at night than I ever was when I was a student. Back then I went to bed at 1 am and just caught some Zzz's on the train to uni or at the library. Now I go to bed around 22:15 because I have to be fresh from 9 to 5! I always knew I was gonna miss being a student and now, after only 2 weeks of working 36 hours a week I already do. And to think I have to keep this up until I'm 65!

B and I are on a break this week. He was driving me crazy again, and I'm still not sure about the whole living together in the near future-plan. I'm all for taking it slow but after five years of maintaining the status quo something's gotta give, apparently. It ain't my idea of fun, I can tell you that! But I guess that's how life as an "adult" is. I texted Sandy, I haven't seen her in ages and she was on a break with her bf too! What a coincidence! Or maybe girls/women these days are just too difficult for men to be with. Or maybe boys are just morons. Or both.

We're meeting next week for dinner and we'll wait and see if we're up for taking our bf's with us.

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Work bla bla money bla bla being an adult bla bla
Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Even though I have a job, it's only a temporary job so I check the ads every day just in case someone's opening up a window, waiting for me to jump in like the monkey that I am. So in average I apply for about 4 jobs a week since we've been back from Asia.

Today I got a call from a translation bureau and they want to see me this friday. I made a mistake, all went well in the conversation at first but I was at work so I wasn't comfortable. I walked to the hall and there was some lady who tried to ask me something: "Excuse me ... " but I motioned her that I was on the phone. She irritated the hell out of me, she heard me speaking did she think I was talking to myself?! Djeez!

Then, when the man asked me what day I'd be available, I checked my agenda. And I said with an accent in our language similar to a Queens accent in Manhattan: "I'm gonna geeet my agenda". With the accent on get.
Why the fuck did I check my agenda for in the first place??? I work 5 days a week, during the day I'm nowhere else but at WORK!!! I'm such an idiot (yes, I'm aware of the pattern).

So there are two things that bother me:
1. The ACCENT. Damn, sista don't go speakin' in no accent on the muhafuckin' job.
2. the woman in the hall that I send about her business. First of all, she threw me off. Second of all, I did not help her. That's not nice, and although I know I'm not nice, I don't want this potential boss-man to know that.

Normally I'm not this bothered with potential employers. But this is the first interview that I got on my own, without a recruiter. And the man sounded veeeeeeeeeery formal. More formal than the professors at uni. So we'll see how this'll unfold.


I guess I was pushing it.
Sunday, February 24, 2008

It ended up in a bit of a fiasco. My two girlfriends got into a little stupid argument which I tried to settle but it didn't really help. We all went our seperate ways around 2 am. I'll remember this next time and will just chill out at home. Clearly going out three nights in a row is a bit much. I'm gettin' old, man.

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Let's go outside
Saturday, February 23, 2008

I've been going out and drinking lots of beer and wine these last two nights and I'm going out tonight again and have fun. I'm tired but happy and I look a bit like shit. I'm sitting at my computer listening youtube-interviews of John Frusciante. I hope you have a good weekend. I'm aware of the fact that this post is not interesting but screw it.

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A big girl's world
Wednesday, February 20, 2008

I've been at work for a week now and while I've made "friends" with the women I share an office space with, I kind of turned down my lady boss two times this week. She asked me to have lunch with her and I said "I already ate" twice. And I was just being honest, I always bring sandwiches to lunch and eat them at my desk. I like going on the internet during lunch break and read blogs and stuff. And tonight it hit me: I should have GONE WITH HER!!!

I'm such an idiot. Well, maybe I'll ask her to go have lunch tomorrow. I'm soooo not good at this networking thing. But everyone says it's the way to go if you really want to get somewhere, professionally. I have 4 marketingmanagers above me and one has already said that there's a possibility that she could hook me up after this job. She knows people, she's way up there. And one of my new collegues who's going to work for a new firm in Asia in about two months has told me there's an opening at his new company. And I kind of ignored him because I had work to do and I didn't know how to do it and I had to call Emily in secret to ask her how to do it.

I am such an idiot. I lose my long-term view sometimes. If there's anyone out there who has some advice on dealing with the professional world for this flat-ass greenie, by all means, drop me a line. Lord knows I need it.


The Good and the Grossness
Saturday, February 16, 2008

There are a lot of other factors involved, I'm sure, but since I got off the birth-control-pills I'm feeling a whole lot better in my skin. It feels the same as when I was little and doing these puzzles. I don't know about y'all but I loooved those puzzles and I loved the feeling I'd get when I pushed the piece in the hole. It fitted so perfectly. And that's how I feel right now, about myself.

Also while in the shower this morning, I discovered a really thick, coarse white (!!) hair on the side of my left ass cheek. This is the fourth one in the last two years. I had one on my hairline, one on my elbow and in my neck. Does this mean I'm turning into a white monkey??? Just thought I'd share this beautiful detail of my body with you. I know, I know I'm a distasteful one...

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I love life, generally

Isn't life great? I like the job so far. I've got a lot of stuff to do; it keeps me busy and I get a paycheck. Plus it looks pretty good on my resume. I've even been asked to play in the company's hockey team (haha) but I think I'm gonna watch how this whole work-thing unfolds, first.

B and I don't do Valentine's day so I went to dinner at an Italian fast food restaurant, saw the movie "Juno" and had beers with Martin, my pal. Valentine's day isn't all that big here, nobody I know sends cards and stuff. I checked with B if he was ok with it, of course. Juno is a GREAT MOVIE!!! It's about this 16-year old feisty chick who gets pregnant. The dialogues are hilarious and the acting is magnificant. I love Ellen Page and Michael Cera in this movie! I say go see!!

And yesterday B and I went out on a date, we went to see the play "As you like it" by Shakespeare. It was great: very good texts and dialogue (but what do you expect from the (ass-) master), raw scenes, music as loud as a muhafucka and stuffed and living chickens. One rooster was very aggressive towards a stuffed one and tried to pick a fight with it, which was very amusing. The only thing that's a shame is that there were no young people in the audience, the average age was 60. Out here people who are 20-35 years old don't go to plays much and it makes me sad to think that when these oldies die, in say 20 years, the theatres will be empty. Or do you think the youngsters from now will develop a strong taste for theatre by the time they hit 50?

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They've bitten!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Yay! They went with my salary! It's so nice to get what you ask for. That's not necessarily what you deserve.

Money, money, money it's so funny. On our vacation it was clearer than ever that money=power on earth. Of course, I already knew that (heard about it, haha) but wasn't consciously aware of it. I'd like to think that out here it isn't a big factor in our lives, and I really do think it isn't. For me and my girlfriends and also for my male friends money isn't a factor when it comes to choosing a partner or friends. In our everyday life, it isn't important who has money and who doesn't. We act nice or obnoxious to whoever is in front of us, if we feel like it. But maybe that's because we're all from middle-class families and the differences between us are not that big. I love that about this country. God, this vacation's made me so nationalistic, I didn't know I had it in me!

All is well, and money ain't a thang in our lives. We're not materialistic. We know people are more important than paper. But I'm sure glad I'm gonna get a bigger paycheck than I initially thought I'd get! No problems in the bill-paying-department...more clothes...more eating out! And a bit more saving, of course. Must not forget to be smart when handling money.


Yay! Got myself a job!
Monday, February 11, 2008

Satisfied, Dennis?? It's not enough that you eat all Ched's food, you wanna eat mine too?!

I got the job! I went to two job-interviews today, one for a position in marketing at a multi-national and one at a smaller company that makes audiobooks and braille-books. They both offered me the job! I said yes to the marketing position and they made a salary offer and I asked for more. So I hope they bite and if not, I'll agree on their offer. It's only a temporary job but it works for me. I don't know what I really want yet, we might move to another city this year and marketing is in my field so this is a good way to get some experience. And this could be a way to roll into a steady job. If I like it there.

The marketing and sales departments are going to merger so it's a bit hectic out there. I like hectic, it's far better than boring. I hate boring.


Last pictures, I promise!
Sunday, February 10, 2008

It already seems like a hundred years ago that we went on vacation, I'm definitely happy to be here again. Emily and I slept over at Cris' place last night. We talked, ate, drank and I watched 10 episodes of Weeds ('till 4 am haha) on Emily's new laptop. I'm addicted!! I looooooooooove Elizabeth Perkins, always loved her and after seeing this I love her even more! So much love I feel like a fucking hippie. After breakfast I jumped on my bicycle, went home, took a long shower and a facial mask and now I'm sitting here.

I have three job interviews this week, two tomorrow and one on tuesday. I always groom and pamper myself the day before job interviews. Do my nails, face and pick out something nice to wear. And hit the sack very early. This is the last Asia picture post!

Our view from the cab after we waited for 6 hours on the Nha Trang airport only to hear that our flight to a wonderful little island called Phu Quoc, had been cancelled due to shitty weather. We really didn't want to stay in Nha Trang, it was not too horrible but 4 days was long enough. We decided to take a cab to Saigon for 8 hours and try to get on a bus to Ragh Gia and catch a boat to the island. All in all it took us 30 hours to get to the island! I was beat!

The 2,5 hours on that boat were HELL, I tell you. The waves were incredibly high and I was so seasick (never been that sick before) and I puked three times! I couldn't even see straight, I was so sick but B told me later that 30 other people were right there with me. People even threw up on the floors so the stewardesses had to keep cleaning up after the pukers. I was too sick to even register that. Thank God. B was, as always, my rock as he kept dabbing my back and head with a wet cloth.

But after that we were in paradise! This was the view from our porch. First we got a house with no view, then one with a little bit better view but after telling the staff repeatedly that he wasn't happy, we got a real nice house with this perfect view! B was very persistent on this vacation, let me tell you, and it worked like a charm. It's a good thing he's only this way once a year with me when he really wants something important like.... move in together. I'm the small-stuff-sweater over here!

Since they say one image says more than a million words, I'm gonna just shut the fuck up for a moment and let the photos do the talking. This was all on the island of Phu Quoc. A definite GO-SEE when you're in the region!

This is where I have to jump in. Clearly, it's very difficult to stop talking.
We rented a motorcycle for a few days and one day our ride ended at this bridge because I didn't dare to go over it. I walked over it and it was alright for walking but with a motorbike? It seemed too risky to me. B, of course, wanted to do it but I gave it the ixnay. Can you relate??? We met an extremely nice older Swiss gentleman on the airport later who was also homesick so we hitted off immediately and he told us there were three bridges after this one who looked way worse so I was very happy that we didn't go over in the first place.

A little deserted beach after we drank a coke with a nice family with whom we couldn't speak.

Our little mosquito-eating friends!

They had a bunch of cows walking around at the resort, who ate grass with a vengeance. They were so cute!

This was a waterfall with little water. We hiked all the way up with our guide aka the Funky Gibbon. He was one of the few people who didn't rip us off and was just very friendly and made sure we didn't fall or something. Plus he had a contagious smile.

So long Phu Quoc! We had a blast!

During our last days in Ho Chi Minh, we went on a tour to the Cu Chi tunnels where the Vietcong hid and did their thang. This is my flat ass in one of the tunnels, I am a small person and they made the tunnels wider and higher for the tourist so imagine how tiny they were for real, in the old days. I got a headache from being under for so long so I was shocked at how they could live there for years on end.


The end in Kuala Lumpur.
My God, this vacation was cool. It was very good for us two, to be on our own for a month. Who knows where this year will bring us, we hope to move in together, find good jobs and save enough money to take a nice vacation again, at the end of the year. But the destination won't be Asia, that's for sure!


That Lilith
Thursday, February 7, 2008

I heard about Lilith before but I didn't know this story:

One story tells of how a daughter of Lilith dwelling in a mirror came to possess a narcissistic young girl. A wife had bought a mirror and hung it in a room of her daughter. The mirror had been hung in a den of demons and a daughter of Lilith resided in it. Whenever the mirror was moved from the haunted house, the demoness within went with it. The girl spent a lot of time gazing at herself in the mirror, each time drawing closer and closer into Lilith's web. The daughter of Lilith watched the young girl's every movement. Biding her time, one day Lilith's daughter slipped out and possessed the girl through the eyes. Seizing control of the girl, Lilith's daughter dominated the girl's every move. Driven by the evil wishes and desires of Lilith's daughter, the girl became promiscuous and ran around with many men.

It's so offensive how women are portrayed as the weak and evil ones in stories like these, which are written by men who just didn't understand.


A shitload of pictures - part two
Wednesday, February 6, 2008

We took so many pictures, and I can't not share them with you, so here goes round 2!

A picture of a very young (looking) mother in Halong Bay, selling seashells out of her boat. Her kiddy was munching on a plastic bag.

This was some cool cat in one of the gardens in Hanoi where you could drink some tea and mellow out. It was a very nice place to get away from the very very very busy Hanoi Old Quarter area.
I didn't mind sitting in a bus for hours 'cause this was our view.

Hanoi was very cold so we decided to take a nightbus (don't recommend it but you don't lose a day) to Hoi An, a very picturesque little village with 100000 tailors. I fitted 6 dresses, two jackets and two skirts. I couldn't believe the prices, but still, bargaining is mandatory.

The weather was great here! There was a Chinese assembly hall in Hoi An and this big ole dragon was hanging out in their garden.

A 7-day work week is normal in Vietnam. This results in sleeping on duty; this market vendor was taking a nap under his goods!

Dog meat is quite common on the Vietnamese menu. I don't know if he's aware of that...

We went on a little boat ride with a 80-year-old lady. She lived on the boat in this picture together with her family members. We paddled to her house and she started poking her granddaughter so she could show her to us but she didn't budge. It felt weird. This old captain-lady was one of the nicest people we met!

A sleeping Buddha in the Nha Trang area, so peaceful...

... his feet...

...his bro...
He makes me sleepy too! I'm gonna hit the sack and rise early. I guess round 3 is coming up very soon.

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If you ever need a dentist in the Hanoi region, give us a shout.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008

I am a potato chips monster. Really, they're my favourite snack and although I want to cut down on them, I'm generally not succesful in that area. When we were in Hanoi we went shopping for snacks and they only had durian chips. Do you know the fruit?? It's this big lump of yellow fruit with a prickly shell that smells like garbage. So one night we were staying in, watching movies and I ate these chips. They were so massive and hard that I immediately heard my retention braces break.

So there I was, on the other side of the world, far, far away from my orthodontist. I couldn't eat with all that metal hanging loose on the back of my teeth so we had to find someone who could help me. It was difficult, there was no orthodontist to be found in the whole country. And it figured, given the state the Vietnamese teeth are in. The receptionist at the Camellia hotel where we stayed helped us find a dentist. At first we couldn't find it, because the street and number housed a restaurant and there was no sign outside. After speaking with a street vendor aka pointing at our teeth we marched in. There were 5 receptionists sitting there, and it looked like they were waiting for us. They motioned us upstairs where we met the dentist, Mr. Hom, and another assistent. Although he was very nice, he didn't speak English very well so after he took a look at my mouth he said "tee out??" like 10 times. He meant take out and of course, that wasn't what I wanted and everytime he said "Tee out??" I freaked out! When we finally understood eachother he said that he could fix it and I had to get into the room.

I looked at his gear and it wasn't what I'm used to AT ALL. For Vietnamese standards it was pretty neat but it's nowhere near the hygenic standards out here. The equipment was dark grey instead of shiny. The instruments looked far from sterile and the little sink was filled with blood splatters. We did however had to take our shoes off before we entered the room, like that would compensate the grossness of the place. How about taking all 6 of your assistents and cleaning the place up for a change, mister!
Luckily he only had to glue the damn braces on again and didn't have to drill or give me a shot. That would've killed me!

Mr. Hom was indeed a professional, despite the lack of hygiene from our point of view. He told me what he was doing step by step, probably because he saw the terrified look on my face. B was right there with me, telling me again, in our language. He did it exactly the way my orthodontist does it so it all worked out in the end. When we asked what the rate was, he thought about it for a minute and said: "10 dolla". And that bill went straight into his pocket!

I felt dirty (but happy) the whole ride back...


Get a rythm
Monday, February 4, 2008

Since I've been back, I have the weirdest rythm. I eat dinner really early, around 4:30 pm then I fall asleep around 9 pm and then wake up when it's 2 am and I'm wide awake and hungry. I know I'm not supposed to get out of bed but my stomach is killing me. So now it's 4 am and I'm sittin' here eating crackers and drinking tea.

I neeeeed to get a job! I've had 2 offers but I really didn't like one job and the other one was only for 24 hours a week and I need 40 to be happy. But now I'm thinking maybe I should have taken the shitty job or the part time one just so I could make some money. I tend to go with the "Learn to say no to the good so you can say yes to the best" motto but I don't know if that's so smart, as far as jobs are concerned.


The big picture post - part one

Finally, I can share the wonderfulness of our vacation with you! Let's start in Bangkok!

The Chatuchak weekend market in Bangkok where you can buy anything you'd ever imagined and then some. Like, worms, cockroaches and fried baby birds. Bon appetit!

Or the cutest little dehydrated puppies...

We had lunch, fed the fish and took a boatride over the big Chao Praya river. It's beautiful!

This whole vacation was filled with Buddha. I'm not a Buddhist and don't believe burning incense will please Buddha and make my life better but they sure make beautiful temples. This the ceiling of one of the many temples we've seen.

Our view at a very nice restaurant near Koh San Road (the street where there are more tourists than Bangkok-i-ans) where three waitresses stared at me for the entire meal. The looks on their faces when I picked up the tab and paid instead of my white ass boyfriend was priceless, though.

The rooftop swimming pool where B's best friend lives. We spent newyears eve on the roof with some drinks, conversation and a terrible hangover. When we were standing in front of a cab, I fell over, couldn't get up; B and his friend had to lift me. I was laughing the whole time. As you can imagine I was acting very, very classy.

Bye bye to Bangkok and hello Hanoi! (I'm in a corny mood, can't help myself)

Vietnam really is motorbike country. There are something like 50 million motorbikes in that country. It's insane! They come from every angle, honking their horns and not looking when they want to insert themselves into your lane. Luckily and suprisingly we didn't see many accidents, except for one, where a man or woman had tragically died and was lying on the street with a little straw mat on top of him/her. Almost every tourist we talked to that had the balls to rent a motorbike had big ass scars on his elbows.

There are lots of beautiful colonial buildings in Hanoi. I think when it comes to architecture,
Hanoi was the most appealing city we visited. It was very cold though, so that was a bit of a bummer, especially since I only brought one vest and at the end of the Hanoi-part we had become one. Ugh.

Halong Bay! This was the best, there were little islands everywhere and it felt like we were in a fairytale kingdom. There were trips that cost a 100 bucks but we decided to take a budget trip that only cost half. Well, if you ever go to Halong Bay, it's best to invest in a pricier one! We had dirty linens, a very dirty shower and regular visits from cockroaches and rats in our cabin. We did not see them but we sure heard them! The scenery made up for all the fucked up bits.

Inside one of the caves...

The view after we'd hiked all the way up one of the islands. So fuckin' cool it made my skin crawl.
Blogger's being a slow bitch and isn't exactly with me on the whole posting lots of pictures plan. That and I have enough of it so part two is coming up sometime soon.

What to do now?
Sunday, February 3, 2008

Now that we're back and we had our first disagreement B is standing his ground and saying that we have to move in together in another city or we have to break up. We've been going steady for almost 5 years so I guess it is normal to want to make the next step.

The city is great and I'm already applying to jobs there (all the good ones are there) but I'm not sure about leaving my lovely, cheap house to be moving in with B in a more expensive appartment. I love him but I have a lot of doubts about the future. Should I just take a risk and the plunge and see what happens? Or stay in my save little bubble out here?

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Missing my Daddy, when will I grow up already?!
Saturday, February 2, 2008

When I hung out with my Dad and his wife the night before they left for 6 months he expressed his love for Justin Timberlake or Timberley as he called him. He told me he stayed up and watched the concert until 5 am at newyear's eve/night, after his wife went to bed. This is what he said about it: "Even when he rolls up his sleeve, he does it with so much style, it's amazing! He can dance so well, he's better than Michael Jackson was in his heyday!" My father is a 51 year old Muslim and he never ceases to amaze me. I really love my Dad to death and I secretly do share his love for JT;-)


This is me. 32-year old, mother of 1 and living in Europe. Going through life with one hell of a man, lots of love for my family and a pretty tight circle of mismatched friends. Very self-confident even though I don't know what the fuck I'm doing! (more)