It has been a while since I last posted something in here. I know I should be punished for that. It would be easy to blame a busy class schedule for it, but the fact is that I had more of a writer’s block than a lack of time. But now I am back and I’ll give a short update about my whereabouts.
Today is Friday the 13th and some scriptwriter came up with the idea to portray a death sparrow on one of the busiest shopping streets in Antwerp. It was a funny sight though. A very large, yet fake sparrow was lying on the floor, covered up in a white sheet but you would see blood everywhere. Fake blood of course… And to make the whole scenery complete, the artist has those “do not cross” police palisade and fake police agents walking around the “crime scene”. It was a funny sight and the goal was to make people understand that, in modern day society, people get scared for the smallest things, even when they are not (completely) aware of what is going on.
Yesterday I started writing my paper, yes that one assignment I have gotten way back in November but that I had hidden far far away… I think I was suffering from cold sweat when I realized it had to be finished in three weeks! So much work to do and so little time… So I’ll be spending all my free time working on that one, hoping it will be done before my birthday, which one is in two weeks from now.
I must admit, with the cheeks red of shame, that I have done a lot of shopping the past weeks. It has to be done too, non? Ha, I know, the “it has to be done too” has a whole different meaning for us women. I bought a new jeans because all my old ones are a whole size too big, a new super cute pajamas and new shoes. It is getting warmer so the shopping bug inside me has woken up! Now I only need a new summer jacket because the old one I have is, yes you guessed it correctly, too large and too old.
Last Monday I went to the dentist and she wanted to put me under anesthesia. She saw my “stay away with the needle” face and asked me if I wanted to do it without the anesthesia. I agreed but boy did it hurt; yet I refused and kept refusing the needle. Yes, I am crazy, but it is just the fact that I am scared to death when it comes to those shiny little things that go inside my skin… Ahgr, I am getting Goosebumps when I think about it. So be it, the whole procedure without anesthesia and I must say that my dinner consisted of ice cream that evening…
Men, they will always be a species of its own. Sigh… When I arrived at school on Wednesday, my feet killing me because of my trendy yet painful shoes, s guy asked me why I even wore them when I knew they would hurt. Is it that hard to get for the opposite species that it is all about fashion? Do men really think we were those things for pleasure? No, it is all about looking stunning, seductive and pulling attention. Pain? It is all relative and a state of mind…
Today is Friday the 13th and some scriptwriter came up with the idea to portray a death sparrow on one of the busiest shopping streets in Antwerp. It was a funny sight though. A very large, yet fake sparrow was lying on the floor, covered up in a white sheet but you would see blood everywhere. Fake blood of course… And to make the whole scenery complete, the artist has those “do not cross” police palisade and fake police agents walking around the “crime scene”. It was a funny sight and the goal was to make people understand that, in modern day society, people get scared for the smallest things, even when they are not (completely) aware of what is going on.Yesterday I started writing my paper, yes that one assignment I have gotten way back in November but that I had hidden far far away… I think I was suffering from cold sweat when I realized it had to be finished in three weeks! So much work to do and so little time… So I’ll be spending all my free time working on that one, hoping it will be done before my birthday, which one is in two weeks from now.
I must admit, with the cheeks red of shame, that I have done a lot of shopping the past weeks. It has to be done too, non? Ha, I know, the “it has to be done too” has a whole different meaning for us women. I bought a new jeans because all my old ones are a whole size too big, a new super cute pajamas and new shoes. It is getting warmer so the shopping bug inside me has woken up! Now I only need a new summer jacket because the old one I have is, yes you guessed it correctly, too large and too old.
Last Monday I went to the dentist and she wanted to put me under anesthesia. She saw my “stay away with the needle” face and asked me if I wanted to do it without the anesthesia. I agreed but boy did it hurt; yet I refused and kept refusing the needle. Yes, I am crazy, but it is just the fact that I am scared to death when it comes to those shiny little things that go inside my skin… Ahgr, I am getting Goosebumps when I think about it. So be it, the whole procedure without anesthesia and I must say that my dinner consisted of ice cream that evening…
Men, they will always be a species of its own. Sigh… When I arrived at school on Wednesday, my feet killing me because of my trendy yet painful shoes, s guy asked me why I even wore them when I knew they would hurt. Is it that hard to get for the opposite species that it is all about fashion? Do men really think we were those things for pleasure? No, it is all about looking stunning, seductive and pulling attention. Pain? It is all relative and a state of mind…
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