Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to all of you!!!!
Damn window smashers
After my small depression of the day, had some drinks in a Irish Bar, then went to downtown for meeting a Spanish Friend. Then to Havana. Havana was fun until I came outside and some mosterized north african dudes smashed the window of the new Mercedes I rented for a few days (my audi is in garage with broken turbo and a dead clutch).
Why the f*ck they smash windows if there was nothing to steal inside the car. Is this some sick sport in North Africa???
PS. I’m not a racist, but this silly stuff has to stop.
SIGNS YOU MAY BE SUFFERING FROM DEPRESSION
* You’ve got enough Prozac in your purse to tranquilize King Kong.
* You really lose it whenever someone says, “Good morning.”
* You spend more time in bed than a hooker at a Shriners convention.
* You keep your house so dark that mushrooms are growing in the carpet.
* Given a choice, you’d have no preference between sex or a root canal.
* On a really bad day, you wouldn’t come to the door if it was Publishers Clearing House.
* You list Dr. Kevorkian as a character reference.
* Alcohol gives you strength and food settles your nerves.
* Your hands shake so badly that you can brush your teeth without any voluntary movement.
* You’ve cried so much that your contacts have rusted to your eyeballs.
* You begin speaking in a language that only you and Chandeliers can understand.
PS. I think I succeed my depression exam today, yoehoeeeee!!!
Quote of the day: “Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.”
Kimono laptop sleeves
| Japanese Kimino fabrics from traditional manufacturers are used for this hand made set of three bags for your laptop. |  |
Car down
This morning I took for the first time in ages the public transport from my hoem till work. Nope not just for the fun of it, but because my car isn’t cooperating with me. At the end it was ok, it took me only 20minutes for 2 trams and 5minutes waiting in between. Maybe it was not so bad because I left my place at 10am, I suppose most people leave to work earlier 
Looking forward to wednesday, then I can bring my car to the garage. The only thing I hope is that on Wednesday morning my car will start…
…otherwise I’ll be fucked.
gadgets lovers
Are you a gadget lover, than you’ll love this site: engadget.
Or check out the blog of Joe:”bookofjoe” for some cool stuff/reviews/…
Here I come again!
Ok humans, here I’m back. New year is coming soon so I was thinking of restarting my blog. Of course I still need to fill in some important dates between now and when the 6th of January (the day of my last post). More about those missing info on some later postings.
I just came back from Tunisia (work/holiday trip). We (me and 529 other computer geeks) stayed in a small city just above the desert: Tozeur.
Now I’m back in Brussels and working for 200%. I did something bad at work last tuesday, and as punishment my boss send me to Luxenbourg on Friday to attend a Business meeting. Which is really shitty because I have already loads of stuff todo AND my Turbo of my car has exploded last week.
Ok, still have to finish 34pages of banking literature in french.
Wednesday drink
After watching some TV, I went for some drinks to the Havana. What first looked as a boring evening, changed completely after my second Stella and during my 7 years old Havana Club. Phillipe (a college from Mobistar) entered the place. Then we talked with some girls which were working at the Commission doing their traineeship. *BORING* We returned to the bar, it’s always nice to know there is that massive wooden bar which (for a men) is like a buddy and where you always can rely on
Suddenly from out of nowhere a black beautiful girl came straight to me to ask for a dance. Which I accepted. Because of the loud and crap music we stopped dancing and we had a chat. Sabrina was her name.
After some few minutes the Havana closed, so we ended up in the Salsa with her friends. Salsa was nice, a little bit of drinking a little bit of dancing. The evening ended as soon as Sabrina got ill (read drunk). She took a taxi, I went home, and her friends went to L’Archiduque.
Ohh I almost forgot the guy (Koto or something like that) on the picture just above (one of her friends, in fact the friend of her boyfriend) called me a “player”. I told him that I’m not a “player” but a “Gambler”
It was a cool evening…