Kissy: Excuses & Shameless advertising

I could give you a few pretty lame excuses for not posting more regulary, like:

• working 2 part-time (which sometimes feels more like 2 x 3/4 jobs), but then I still have heaps of time that I could spend not watching TV or constantly complaining about my jobs (which I here by solemnly swear never to mention again)
• most of my "fans" , off course excluding my most important fan Kroe, don't really read this blog.

But the most honest answer is that I don't really feel that I have much to contribute. Kroe will tell you that I don't do sharing-feelings-or-ramblings-on-paper very well. I'm not into one particular set of music either (although I have be listening to a lot of belgian pop idol music on my I -Pod how is it with the music career of Joeri, Natalia, Sandrine and the likes)

The only thing I could think of to reply to Kroes previous post was a pretty nasty remark on shamelessly advertising ones job products. Which I actually did, but than overwrote with this hopefully a bit more exceptable post.

But in the future I will try better, but I'm not promising anything.

p.s. How's that for ranting

Kroe: Anatomy

@ Leasle:

Should you decide to drop that dreadful (that's an exaggeration and a piece of prejudice, as I haven't read it myself, but you couldn't remember reading it in the first place, so it couldn't possibly be very good, now could it?) North & South novel - have a go at Philip Roth's The Anatomy Lesson. Read it, love it, and take your time taking in that final sentence. Best reading experience for me in a long, long time. If Middlemarch, The Mists and The Bone People (as well as Gut Symmetries, but that was slightly too strange for your tastes) made the short list of my teens, this one's most assuredly at the top of my personal roaring twenties' list.

We've established that I never get enough of Mika, Mr. Mercury, and, of course, perfection incarnate Mr. Federer (five more matches to go, my slicing, spinning, gliding love!), but this Roth fellow - whom I 'm not so sure you'll actually like, but I want you to read him anyway (and to return the favour I'll have another look at that bloody mess of a dissertation) - I am completely in awe of. The outrage, the puns, that final sentence - and everything in between, really. Wow.

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Don't really have any words of wisdom for the rest of you.

I do have a request, though: please send your loving thoughts to the people in Greece, and I mean all of them.

Their beautiful, beautiful country, which they invariably love (and sometimes scorn) with unmatched dedication, ablaze all summer... And now, with all the casualties and the historic sites burning away... It's horrific. Just horrific.

My mum says over the phone that she's crying all the time, Maria's heart is bleeding, and I just know that everyone over there is incosolably sad.

I think about them for a minute, and I realise (yet again) that art and words are cheap, undeserving of our awe. Nevertheless, they are the best that I have and know of, once you're ready again to be consoled.

For now, I can only say that I hope my darling girls and Marioula take care of themselves and their loved ones.

Axxx

Kroe: I feel pretty (Maria, West Side Story - preferably in a rendering by Freddie for the gprgeous theatricals

Obliging girl that I am, I'll answer Leasle's question, here and now.

My dears, the thing I sell over the phone, is, of course, myself. If and when my offers are discarded, the thing they decline is one or more products of Telenet :-)

There are basically three ways to go along with "my" services: the first entails that you get one product of T's (landline telephone, internet or digital TV services); the second, that you take a pack comprising two products; the third, and most prestigious one for us salespeople, is, of course, the triple, where you enlist all the services of T.

Why the cheerful mood, you ask?

Because today I have not only reached my target of 9 products sold (3 "triples") for the very first time (after less than a full week of selling, I might add), but I've actually sold a whopping 12 (4 "triples") - it remains to be seen whether there'll be no annulments, but for now, I just feel pretty.

Oh, one more thing: should any of you Belgian dwellers feel compelled to get one or more services of T's.s (digital tv is not available in most of L., but I believe things are different for Hasselt and possibly Sint-Truiden, so who knows), be sure to give me a call or mail me, 'cause there's a pretty good chance I can get you the most interesting/advantageous deal at that particular time. Obviously, if you can get a better deal somewhere else, take it, by all means! But... I would appreciate the info anyways... Get an idea of what I'm up against, you know?

Cheers & kroe

Axxx
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Forgot to mention, for those of us in the area of Diest... T. provides similar services to your present provider. Still, T. is woth another looksey if you ask me, as you get to make landline calls for free to all of the providers, not just B's - 24 hours a day, if you want. Then again, if there's a contract for a year, then there's no getting out of it.
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That's definitely enough about the job. Any further questions, I'll be happy to answer for you in private.

peace xxx

Kissy: Good to have you back

Hi
Kroe it's good to have you back on the high speed communication technology band wagon. Although I must admit I did and still do like receiving mails from you.

• I think everybody would like to hear a bit more details about your exciting new job.
• Loved the adaption of Shakespeare
• Just to annoy a certain someone please wish him a happy belated 30 birthday, and since he technically still hasn't married you, yes he is an Os.
• And you make bloody sure you get that degree missy ( yes I know how bad, over bearing, not my place and annoying that sounds, but there you have it.)
  

Kroe: Homo Procrastinatus gives way to Homo Scribens et Ludens

To be Anna, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler within academia to suffer
The slings and arrows of my outrageous procrastinating disposition,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To fail: to weep;
No more; and by a slash o’the wrist to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural disappointments
The Arampatzis flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To fail, to weep;
To stubbornly proceed: perchance, at long-last, to succeed: ay, there's the rub;
For in that success what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this awful coil
Of dimwitted convention & careless expectation,
Must give us peace

But would it really give me peace of mind, to get that damned degree, after so much life-delaying and depression?

I have decided that, though I've once again failed to meet my deadlines and other expectations, that it's about time I started living. And so, I have.

I have a wonderful job, I am again reading and writing for my own fulfillment and I've never felt freer in my life.

I caught myself writing in my diary, the other day: I finally feel young, and starting out in life. That is, as opposed to my sentiments of the past few years, when I was in fact younger, but seemed to carry the hopes and dreams of a bunch of other people, and communities to boot, in my knapsack. Shakespeare really was on to something when he wrote "No more".

On the 1st of August, when I realised it wasn't going to happen... I took a decision, after the initial heart-ache and drama, of course:

This is my turn to live and dream, and try to carry out my dreams, while really, lovingly, and freely ... living.

A humble Hamlet no more,

I leave you (for now)

Love

Axxx

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Re-reading this entry, I am reminded of a band, and a song, worthy of the generally stellar musical references this blog boasts:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=tclhdK6vfyo

Eels' Hey man (now you're really living)