Song Of The Day: Tool – Aenema

I had hoped to have a few really awesome picture-overdose posts for you guys, but unfortunately the camera and I couldn’t really get along and I had to return it. There’s a replacement coming in soon, but until then I’m just gonna stick to “the usual” ;) So today it’s time for another Song Of The Day;


I only “discovered” Tool 3 or 4 years ago, but it’s been love at first… Ear, I guess. Hypnotizing music, wonderful voice, amazing lyrics… I guess there’s hardly anything not to love, although honestly, the videos tend to freak me out a little.

It’s been pretty hard to pick a song for today, but I decided on Aenema because of this small part of the lyrics in particular:


Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car

It’s a
Bullshit
Three ring
Circus sideshow of
Freaks

We (as in, people in general) really tend to fret about bullshit. It’s ridiculous, don’t you think? I spent half of my day today being annoyed over a few freakin’ split ends! I mean… What the hell.

This song (and again, those lyrics in particular) has actually inspired me to write one of my first posts ever. Reading it back I find that it’s pretty silly how my self-consciousness has changed compared to when I wrote it. I guess it’s all those stick figures I’m working with these days! Damn.

Anyway… This isn’t supposed to turn into a rant about how fat I feel and what condition my hair is in, so let’s just get back to the subject. Right… Awesome song, awesome lyrics.

What do you think of the song and/or lyrics? And what are the silly things you fret about?

Thanks so much for reading and listening, I hope you’ve enjoyed!

Love,

ML-X

To Read Or Not To Read: New In! – I

Being the avid reader that I am, I love buying books, and series of books in particular. Wait… Make that series with awesome cover art. I know, I know, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but damn… I just can’t resist beautiful covers! And it’s even more awesome when you find a beautiful edition of something that you’ve wanted to read for ages :) So a while ago, I decided to finally get these:

Pretties!

But wait… There’s more:

Ooh! This makes me feel like a kid in a candy store :)

It’s very rare that I read a book because I liked a particular movie adaptation, but this is one of those cases. I’ve watched The Night Watch a lot of times, and I’ve read the first book way back when it came out, but after seeing the movie again not too long ago I decided I really needed to read the books. Unfortunately, I haven’t gotten to the “reading” part yet (my to-read stack is too damn big these days), but I’m totally looking forward to it. However, now that there’s a fifth book in the making I guess I don’t have to rush things… There’s little I can stand less than having to wait for a new book in a series!

Now, for the ones of you wondering about the books… Basically, they’re fantasy/science fiction, but in a crazy Russian way. I don’t read much of either genre at all, but I don’t think there’s anything like this series. I don’t want to spoil anything so I’m not even going to try and explain what in hell they’re about. I’m not even sure if I could! I might give it a shot after I finish reading, but I’m not going to promise anything ;)

So… Have you read the Watch series or seen the movie? What did you think?

Thanks for reading!

Love,

ML-X

Flowless

Hey guys,

I know it’s been over a month since I’ve been around, and I’m sorry. I just couldn’t bear being here any more. I’ve lost my flow; I can’t seem to write anything proper down any more, so I decided to isolate myself a little, hoping it will come back in time. No luck so far.

The main reason I’m feeling so off is the job. I hate it. It’s so boring that it’s been killing me from the inside, turning me into some kind of zombie. Haven’t eaten any brains so far though, but who knows what lies ahead! Obviously, feeling like this isn’t helping anything in my personal life either. And if you can’t come home to something good after another awful day… Well, you can probably fill that in all by yourselves.

So here I am, stuck in a place I don’t want to be, both literally and figuratively.

I’ve been on the lookout for another job for a while now, but there isn’t all that much available that matches my qualifications. It’s all IT and marketing, and that’s really not my cup of tea. I guess I’ll just have to be patient, and hope my brain cells won’t die off by the time I find something else. But until then… Well, let me illustrate what’s happening to my brains currently:

Apoptosis & Necrosis

Yep, they are both being killed and killing themselves. Source: Stahl’s Essential Psychopharmacology. Neuroscientific Basis and Practical Applications – Third Edition – Written by Stephen M. Stahl.

This page is from a textbook I used during my final year of Biological and Cognitive Psychology, and it’s by far my favourite textbook of all time. Can you guess why?

Anyway… That’s all for now. I don’t know if I’ll be back any time soon, so let me finish this one by saying… I miss you guys.

Until… Whenever, if ever.

Love,

ML-X

Monday Motivation

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Just wanted to share my motivation for today with you guys :)

I totally forgot to tell you how lovely the last 2 weeks had been; big bad R. was on holiday! And work has never been so much fun. But as of today he’s back and ruining everybody’s mood again. Hence the reminder to use those muscles wisely!

There’s a story to the sparrow in the pic too; here in the Netherlands, there’s a saying “iemand blij maken met een dode mus”. Literally translated it means “to make somebody happy with a dead sparrow”, meaning… Putting something awesome in prospect, which turns out to be a huge disappointment (a.k.a. the dead sparrow). However, when you mix up the saying, you end up killing somebody with a happy sparrow. This once happened during lunch break (mixing up the saying, not the actual killing ;)), and has been an inside joke between us girls. N. (the one I mentioned had a stick up her ass back when I started on the job) worked a little Paint magic, and our happy sparrow, as you can see in the pic, was born. And I couldn’t have wished for a better illustration to the text!

Now let’s hope he’ll pick up the hint… ;)

Thank you for reading :)

Love,

ML-X

Thank You, Murphy

One of the things that always cracks me up is my old poster of Murphy’s Law. I once got it from a friend, and ever since it’s been hanging on the door of my room at my parents’ place. Since I’ve been absent lately, I figured I’d try and make up with you guys by posting something funny again, so here goes:

So, so true! (Source: Google)

I had to take it off Google somewhere because I won’t be able to take a decent picture of it any time soon, so I apologize for the watermark. Nevertheless, I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Again my apologies for being so boring and mostly “not here”, I’ve been severely uninspired lately, or maybe I just still am. On top of that, there’s another DIY home improvement project going on so I guess I’m a little preoccupied by that to produce anything useful here.

Thanks for reading, and until another time!

Love,

ML-X

Annoyances: Part V – Can You Spare Some Change?

I don’t like beggars, I really don’t.  In a large city like the one I live in it’s not entirely unusal that they’re there, and if you spend a lot of time in the city centre you pretty much “know” all of them. But lately, it seems like there’s an invasion new ones, a kind of gypsies I think, and they’re freakin’ everywhere! Out on the street, on public transportation, in supermarkets, you name it and they’re there. And not all of them are actually “active” beggars. There’s one young woman, one of the new ones, who just sits there holding up a paper cup. All day.

Those people piss me off beyond belief. Feel free to think I’m a bad person for feeling that way, but I just want to go up to them and tell them to get a fucking job like normal people do. In fact, I think that might happen some time soon. Either that, or I’m going to have a career switch, because those people make *a lot* of money. My brother told me the other day that one of them, a creepy old lady, comes into the store he works at to exchange approximately €200,- worth of coins into bills. Can you believe that shit?

That woman is one of many beggars on my way home, so I guess I should be used to ignoring them, but I’m not. Yesterday, I had two encounters. The first one was with a familiar guy who’s a druggie, and I think he’s been around forever. He asked me and le man for some change, and I said “no, I’m sorry”. When the beggar left, my boyfriend asked me why in hell I said “sorry” in the first place (he just said “no”). To be honest, I don’t know. I guess it’s an automated response, because I say it every damn time, although I truly am not sorry.

The second encounter was a bit worse. It was on the parking lot of a supermarket, and we were on our way home when a woman on an electric scooter asked us for an euro. The way I see it, anyone on an electric scooter who isn’t an elderly, is a lazy piece of shit. Now I do have to nuance this a little, before y’all think I’ve completely lost my mind; there’s a specific kind of people who own these scooters. I think the best way to describe that type so that everybody understands what I mean is inbred white trash. They don’t work, live off welfare and reproduce like rabbits but don’t take the trouble to actually raise their children. And guess who pays for all those scooters they ride? Exactly…

Anyway, this particular specimen was on a scooter and wearing Nikes. Nikes, for fuck’s sake! I wanted to yell at her that she should get off her lazy ass and sell her freaking scooter so badly, but of course the only reply I had was “no, sorry”. After that I got into a rather funny discussion on the subject with le man, contemplating if it was a good idea to ask for a specific amount as opposed to leaving it open. I guess that’s the analyst in me, and it pairs very well with him being a marketing guy. We’d make the perfect beggar, haha!

The last few days have really left me wondering… Am I wrong in wondering why I should give out my hard earned cash to people who don’t even try to earn a living and/or buy drugs with it anyway? Am I a bad person for refusing to sponsor that shit? And, even more important, are the crazy gypsies going to curse my ass for refusing to spare some change?

What do you think?

Thanks for reading, I hope I haven’t bored you with this rant today!

Love,

ML-X

I Should’ve Known Better

I just finished my third week at the new job, and boy, how different it’s been from the previous two! In very short: I hated it. And as you may or may not have guessed, that has something to do with R..

The big bad R. finally showed his true colours this week, and I think it’s safe to say he’s in my top 3 of “biggest assholes I’ve ever met”. Hell, he might even outgrow that category if he keeps going on like he does!

So, what did he do to deserve this not-so-honourable title? There’s a few main reasons:

#1. He’s been treating me like a two-year-old. And by that I don’t mean he’s been nice and caring like one might be towards a toddler. Nope, his demeanor is more of a “you don’t know sh*t, missy” kind of thing. And it’s not just that, but he apparently gets off on making people feel worthless. He’s the best, and you’re waaaaay down somewhere, being a nasty piece of nothingness. There’s one “positive” aspect on this one though; he doesn’t just do it to me, but even to people who’ve worked at the company for over 40 years (and thus longer than him). It’s not much of a consolation, but it helps me to not burst out in tears every time he has a fit of arrogance.

#2. He’s been falsely accusing me and one of my colleagues, V., of changing up item properties in the system. On Wednesday he just came into our office, telling us that we’d made a mistake. No big deal, we’re both pretty new so mistakes can happen, right? Upon his explanation of the mistake -we confirmed the arrival of a product with a product number that didn’t correspond with the number in the system- I was already getting pissed off. It’s the exact same thing, apart from the factory’s item number. Book it in, and get the f*ck over it!

But of course, being the over-elaborate godlike creature he thinks he is, he goes on and on and on about it, telling my colleague to look up the product in the system. When she typed in the item number, it turned out the properties were changed in an incorrect way. And that’s where the accusations start. “One of us two” had to have done it, because nobody else would, and not that many people have the authorization to do so. But guess what? Neither me nor V. know how that shit’s supposed to be changed in the first place! And he should know that, because he’s never taken the time to explain it to us in the first place. Obviously, he didn’t think of that because how could he ever be wrong, right?

At that time, I was busy putting paperwork away into a way-too-full ordner, and my hands were itching to pick it up and smack him with it. On the head. Multiple times. Instead, I smiled my sweetest smile, and simply said “You have the authorization to change properties as well, right?”. Which brings us to…

#3. He looked at me like he saw water burning, and said “You need to get your time slips signed, don’t you?”. These time slips are weekly overviews of my hours, which I have to get signed at the office, and send to the employment agency, else I don’t get my pay. He freakin’ threatened me! “Luckily, you’re not the one who has to sign them”, I said, and forced myself to keep smiling, but my blood was boiling, and I actually even picked up the ordner, weighing it in my hands. Decided to put it back in its place (which wasn’t up his ass, I guess).

Luckily for me (and for him as well, but not for V.), he left me alone after that and focussed on V. entirely. I don’t know what I would have done if he’d uttered another word to me, and I didn’t have to find out because he didn’t come close to me for the rest of that day. Still, I was beyond pissed off, and my day was ruined. I even considered not coming back the next day, but then again, that’s not an option for me now.

The next day I had cooled down somewhat, and ran into him in the mail room. He started to rant again, and at one point said something about people disliking him, raising four fingers which indicated the four “downstairs” chicks I’ve been hanging out with the whole time, as if they’re the reason I could feed him to the crocodiles. I smiled, and said “No, it’s just this”, and raised one finger, indicating him. Again, he threatened me in his subtle way, telling me I should watch out what I say and to whom I say it.

I’m not a hateful person by nature, but this man brings out the worst in me. Fortunately, a colleague of mine explained that W., the man I had my interview with and is in fact my boss, is waaay higher up in the hierarchy. However, I still don’t get why R.’s still there, since he’s nothing more than an accountant. Give me some accountancy lessons and I’ll be happy to replace! In the mean time, I’ll do my darnedest best not to walk away – it’s not my style.

Thanks for reading and commenting once again! Any ideas on how to get rid of this man are welcome, by the way ;)

Love,

ML-X

Independent Woman, My Butt

Approximately 99% of the time, I like to think of myself as an independent woman. I earn my own money, pay my own bills, do my own housekeeping, and I get along with myself very well most of the time. But every once in a while I’m confronted with my own weakness, and realize that I’m not all that independent. Why? Because I’m a scaredy cat.

That’s a more positive way of looking at it! (source)

I have an irrational fear of spiders; I’m so scared of those darn things, that I don’t even dare to kill them with my own hands. Or any other object in my vicinity, for that matter. No, sir. So what does Miss Independent do? Ask the man of the house to do it for her. But here’s the catch; le man isn’t always around when the eight-legged freaks are, and since he lives around two hours away, it’s not an option to call him everytime there’s one of them around. So far, I’ve been lucky enough not to see one (or more) when he’s not here, but I don’t look for the day that’s going to change. And with some kind of summer coming, I think it’s going to be soon!

Despite this silly fear I’m rational enough to realize that arachnoids and other insectlike creatures should be the least of my concerns; it’s freaks of the two-legged persuasion that are most dangerous for a small girl all on her own, especially now that there have been a lot of robberies in the neighbourhood. But they just don’t freak me out as much.

The reason I was inspired to write this post, is that I’ve been hearing a really weird noise coming from the exhaust hood in the kitchen the other day. It was a creepy scratchy sound, maybe like little claws or a larger insect (cockroach, anyone?). I know there are mice in the garbage basement here, so I figured anything’s possible. And that’s when the panic started; le man was already on his way, but only just, meaning it would be another hour and a half until he’d arrive. I had two options: either be a man and open the damn thing up and see what’s in there (I was already having mental pictures of a gross nest of bugs of some sort), or stay the fuck away from that thing and put on some music as loud as necessary.

Usually, I’d try to challenge myself into facing my fear, but not that day. Oh hell no. Luckily, my dad called to tell me he was on his way to check out something (the apartment is permanently under construction!), so I thought it would all be over soon. And I couldn’t have been more wrong! Despite a difference in traveling time of pretty much an hour, le man made it in before dad. But that didn’t save my sorry butt, because even he didn’t want to open the hood. He did, however, try to chase the thing away by banging on the hood. It didn’t help one bit.

Eventually (and prepare for an anticlimax!) dad arrived, opened up the hood and unmasked the culprit: a newspaper that we’d shoved in there somewhere during the winter to try and lessen the underpressure in the house caused by the combination of drafts and automatic aspiration of air through the vents, amongst which was the hood. It had sagged a little, and one of the corners was scraping against the netting of the hood’s filter.

I felt like a total ass, but in the end we all laughed about it. Maybe I’ll learn something from it, like that things aren’t always as scary as they seem. If nothing else, I might be able to convince le man that I really, really need to get a cat if he doesn’t move in any time soon. Cats eat bugs, right?

Until next time!

ML-X

For The Love Of… Shoes! – Part II

One of the “downsides” to my new job is that I have to go through town to get home. Pair that with getting off early, and you get a whole lot of temptation. Feel free to call me weak, but I can’t go through town without going into at least one store. Now I’m aware that going into a store is one thing and coming out with a purchase is another, but I tend to fail at both! However, this particular purchase I’ve managed to justify for myself, since I got them after my first day at the job: I got myself a present for getting through the day!

Ladies and, well, probably more ladies, I present to you the newest addition to my evergrowing shoe collection:

Gorgeous green goodness!

Gorgeous green goodness!

Not only did I fall in love with these suede booties and their wonderful colour upon sight, I was lucky enough to be able to get them in my size. This is oftentimes quite hard since I need a size EU36/UK3/US5, and those mostly come in only 1 pair per store. I guess you can imagine how extatic I was once I got my hands on these :)

I’ve been looking for a nice pair of cowboy style boots for years, so here they are. They’re even more beautiful in real life, and I wish I had a good pic of the details; the front stitching looks like a butterfly, and they’re accented with tiny copperish studs. On top of all that, they’re also insanely comfortable! There’s just one small thing: their colour gives me a bit of a hard time with implementing them in my outfits. Luckily, the majority of my wardrobe consists of black so it looks okay, but I really wish I could do something else with them as well. So any advice/thoughts/ideas are very welcome!

I got them in the clearance sale at the Tango store in The Hague, and I couldn’t find them in their web shop, so I’m not sure if it’s possible to get them elsewhere. Either way, I believe I snatched the last pair in that store anyway ;)

So what do you think? Yay or nay for green and/or western style boots?

Thanks for reading!

Love,

ML-X

EDIT: I made a small mistake regarding the store I bought the shoes in. It’s not Sacha, as I mentioned in the first place, but Tango.

All Work And No Play

Well… I guess that’s not entirely true. Somewhere between (still getting used to) work and football, I just can’t seem to manage to write anything down these days. Despite getting off of work pretty early, I’m entirely beat when I come home, and inspiration is very hard to find. I’m hoping it’s just temporary, but I’ve toyed with the thought to give up the blog entirely.

Work in itself is fun though, and all of the foreseen problems haven’t come up (yet). In fact, I’ve even noticed that I like R., as opposed to… Well, the rest of the company. And the chick-with-the-stick has been quite okay as well.

All in all, I don’t have anything to complain (yet, haha), apart from the fact that I don’t have the mind to hang out here. And it’s not just the not writing part, but I also haven’t been reading on a daily basis. In fact, I haven’t been reading since last Sunday! My daily routine is now “get up, coffee, go to work, work, go home, eat (or not), couch yoga, sleep”, and I feel like I’m a hundred years old. I do hope it will pass soon, but until it does (or until I decide to call it quits) I hope you’ll be patient with me and my “weekends only” here.

Until then, and if nothing else, thanks for the last few months.

Love,

ML-X