Monday, March 19, 2007

The scare of a lifetime

My colleague was reading an article from an online paper out loud, there is a bombalarm going on in a school in Lier, in Koninklijk Technisch Atheneum, our boys go to a primary school in Koninklijk Atheneum. I did not hear her say Technisch, but I heard Koninklijk Atheneum, I have never ever experienced a similar feeling, I died a million deaths in just one minute.

The actual alarm is going on in the street that is parallel with ours, it's just around the corner, but still, I honestly don't mind, if our house gets blown away, everything can just blow up in my humble opinion, as long as I know our boys are alright...

I'll be so happy to see them, I'll hug them to death, I won't sigh tonight if Soufyan asks why for the twentieth time in a minute.

Who the hell calls a bombalarm in a school??? what kind of sick mind does that???? What's the use of it? Is it not getting a bit out of hand?

Ok, I admit to be a worried mum, but I bet I am not the only one...

Four seasons in one day

 
The weather is undoubtedly female. And I think it's the time of month for her, because she's as moody as any other female. And she's quite unsure wether it should snow, be sunny, should rain, be sunny, should snow some more, be cloudy, sunny.... and so on and so on, but she never really sticks to one option for longer then say half an hour...
 
 

 

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Last Friday

I tried to post a message saying that I was inspirationless, since everything went the way it should be going. However, I could not get it posted, and should have taken that as a sign, because at that point everything starting going kind of weird.

Ilyas' childminder had to take the day off for a personal reason, so Ilyas went to another one, for the first time and I did not have her phonenumber (clever me, thinking that I would not need it). When we were about to leave for work we were informed that there was a bombalarm going on at Antwerp Central Station. So I decided to opt for the sure (but slower) option, and take the bus, but on the bus we heard the dispatcher inform the driver that there had been an accident and he had to take another route.

OK, at last we arrived at our destination, just in time, afterwards my decision turned out to be a good one, because the trains had delays up to an hour... so the bus was still faster. But it was quite a stressful way to start the weekend off... next time I cannot post a message I'll be prepared for the worse ;-)

Why do those prankers always decide that Friday afternoons are the ideal time to give out a prank bombalarm? Is it that amusing to get commuters stuck right when they think the weekend has started?? Why not doing so on a Tuesday morning, so that they cannot make it to work?? (just an idea for the future... )

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Women's weekly

I know I should stop reading them, but honestly there is only one women's weekly that is being delivered to my door, and it's actually the only one I read... I usually keep it next to the toilet as well, because it's the best place to read it. But the one of this week has got a funny article (don't they always) about what turns men and women off sex. Quite interesting... one of the things listed in the men's list is women who send text messages or who make phonecalls during sex. Why the hell would you start to send text messages!!?? OK, call me old fashioned, but I really don't get the deal about wanting to update your friends while you're at it. What would you send them?? "Hi, it's me, I'm coming"
And then, how do you react when you get a message like that?? "uuuuuuuuhhh, I didn't know that you were coming, did we have an appointment?"
I have the entire messaging thingy in my head now...
A: "no no, I'm co-ming"
B: "I forgot we were supposed to meet"
A: "NOOOOOOOOOO, I'm coooooooooooooooming"
B: "What are you talking about?"
A: "Nevermind, my man's turned off anyway..."
B: "Ah, you were coming"
A: "No, I'm in bed already, did we say we were gonna meet up?"
B: "No, I meant that you were coming"
A: "I'm sorry, I think I forgot, but I don't think I'll make it..."
B: "Noooooooooooooo, you were coooooooooooooooooooooooming"
A: "I'm sorry no, but I'll call you tomorrow to rearrange"

any other situations are more than welcome! ;)

Shoes at work




To epibrate

It's becoming a real hype, I read somewhere that it's a generation thing, that generation X were hard workers, generation Y yadeyadeya...
Anyway, everywhere you look around, people are in fact epibrating. That's why they created a word for it. In Dutch that word is epibreren, in German it's called epibrieren, in Spanish they use the verb epibrir or sometimes epibrar. The origin of the word is found in no other country than The Netherlands, yeah, where else!? However, it was created there because they named an Island "Epibreren".

But the verb has a meaning, and I bet you've all been doing it, probably on a daily basis, but never really knew that there was a word for it, I didn't up until about 19 months ago, my boss discovered the existence of the word at the exact same time as I did.

To epibrate means (Lars, I bet you already know, because if you didn't already know the meaning, you'd have already looked it up, haven't you? ;) ): to be busy with doing absolutely nothing whilst looking like you are busy with your work. (this is a free translation from the Dutch meaning) f.i. you are working around on the work floor, just spending your time, but you want people to think you are busy with work, so you take a work related piece of paper (or just some papers with testfaxes on them) and walk around with that, if you start a conversation with your colleague that has absolutely nothing to do with work, you put the papers in between the two of you; look at them, go through them, point at them, while you continue the discussing when you'll meet at the pub or so.

If you knew this already, I'm really sorry that I've wasted your time. If you didn't, you now know that there is a word for what you have been doing the past years ;)

Spielerei

It's amazing how many foreign words have made their way into the language we consider ours (Flemmish), even though it's not an official one, but a bastard version of Dutch.
Up until now I've mostly noticed French and English words, but for a really odd reason people have started to use more and more German words. It's amazing how many times I hear the word 'Spielerei' during a week. What does that mean anyway? Ok, I know what Spielerei means, but why don't we just use the words we have?? What's gonna happen to the language our ancestors fought hard for???

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