Why does it always...

... happen to me?

Picture this, I'm walking in the corridor with my friend (he calls himself Phasma in the comments here, so I'll call him that as well in this post) and we were having a laugh with some papers one of the teamleaders put on the door and the cupboards on the office floor. He always changes them, we had a Sinterklaas end of November and the beginning of December, a Santa the rest of December etc. And now he's made some bunny's (Easter's coming up), and some of them are Winnie the Pooh dressed up as a bunny.

So there we stood, dissing him and his papers and all of a sudden he was there, right behind us... not good, not good
LOL

That's sooooooooo like Phasma and me, why do things like these always happen to us???

Today is the national day against racism and discrimination, we can only support that... :D

In case anyone's interested

today is my 9680th day alive

LOL

it brings everything in perspective if you count your age in days... ;-p (not that I did count it with a calculator myself, but if you check your biorithm, it gives you your livedays)

Spring is in the air

but someone should tell the poor flowers, because last week they were blooming and facing the sky, and today, on the first day of spring they were not really looking happy, looking down, sadly...

Poor flowers...

Sweatex

Another revolutionary invention... www.sweatex.be have created pads for sweaty armpits...
So I checked their site, I needed to see the product, but it is expensive, and I don't think it's really comfortable to wear though...
Imagine wearing that when you just gave birth, you are then wearing breast pads, armpit pads, and period pads... must be fun :D
I honestly cannot imagine anyone wearing something similar,but respect for the inventors though...

Birthday time

Today I will return to business as usual, and it's birthday time!!! Hoorrah!
We will be celebrating someone's 2050th birthday... :D
Here's a little story about our birthday boy (I'm not sure wether boy is the correct word though...) Ovidius
So, happy birthday to you, Ovidius, you are not forgotten!
Roman poet, noted especially for his ARS AMATORIA and METAMORPHOSES. Ovid was the first major writer to grow up under the empire. He died far from home, in a desolate town by the Black Sea. During the Middle Ages and Renaissance, Ovidian stories were highly popular among artists, poets and in courts. In England the Metamorphoses was one of Chaucer's favorite books.

I'm sorry for any fool who rates sleep a prime blessing
And enjoys it from dusk till dawn
Night in, night out. What's sleep but cold death's
reflection?
(from 'Elegy 9b' trans. by Peter Green)

So, happy birthday to you, Ovidius, you are not forgotten!

Card of the day...

Every day I go to the website maantjeslicht where I "draw" my tarot card of the day and up to now my card was always scaringly correct, and they differ a lot.

Today the card I got was "Death", which doesn't mean I'm going to die today, but that I'll go through a complete transformation, that some things will come to an end, but that I'll get something nice in return. And that t h e r e i s n o w a y b a c k...
I wonder what will happen

maybe it was the fact that I panicked for the very first time in my life...