SHEILA and the City ;-)

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RAAAGH

This is just TOO frustrating. Just piled up a shitload of words into some incoherent story, I hit the post and publish button and it's GONE! This is the first time in ages I forgot to ctrl-c the text first, and immediately BENG, hit her!

Well fuck (I wish, d'oh), I'm not gonna type it all over again. RAAAAAAAAAAAAaaagh.

posted by Sheila Tuesday, March 30, 2004
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Funny idea :-)

31 years ago today, at 5.05pm...
a little creature (talking heads) was born.

posted by Sheila Monday, March 29, 2004
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Sunday, Sunday...

It's been a slow day, pretty much the way I wanted it to be (herewith I simply ignore the feelings I had last night, but that's okay. Life during daytime is not to be compared with nightly hours). Read some more - finished reading another book by Cate Tiernan. Started reading volume 3. Interesting info. Gosh. Sorry.

Mark called. He was really sweet. Tried to persuade me in having dinner with him tonight. Asked about my plans for tomorrow. I said I felt like I wanted to spend it alone, silly as it may sound. He said I shouldn't be on my own on a day like that. "Come on, let's go to the movies, my treat." He did seem truly interested in giving me a good time. Gave me a warm feeling.

Weird, he started talking about marriage again. He seems so sure we are "meant to be", like I'm just real slow and have to figure it out, but WILL figure it out, at some point. He's so relaxed about it, it would almost make me doubt. I'm glad I've got a few reminders on my list, to keep me from doing anything stupid. Btw, I don't want to get married anyway, so why bother doing it.

Until last year I didn't feel ready for any kind of commitment. In the last few months, I've come to realize I am. How do they put it, "available"? I don't like that word. I'm not on any Meat Market. I'm not on any of those dating sites (although I met a real nice guy once via branddating). I dunno. Maybe knowing I'm interested in having a relationship again, is enough for now. Enough to get used to. I dunno. "Whatever." Ouch.

Tomorrow. Yeah. Tomorrow.

posted by Sheila Sunday, March 28, 2004
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Moviedating

11.30pm, just home from a night out with Angela. Met up at 6pm, Ilona decided to go for a long nap, so it all turned out okay. Surfed to moviedating.nl, never heard of it before. Typed in 7 films, said I was looking for someone in Amsterdam, 1976-1965. Hit the search button.

Search result: no match!

Seven films, without thinking too long, so I might have forgotten loads and then some: Wild at Heart, What's eating Gilbert Grape, Muriel's Wedding, Priscilla Queen of the Desert, High Fidelity, Being John Malkovich, When Harry met Sally.

Quite funny! Good idea though. Branddating, moviedating. Banddating? Lol.
Gotta run, find a tape for Tykwer's movie.

posted by Sheila Friday, March 26, 2004
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Ouch

Although I'm reading "Rules" (Guido somehow found this site - how?! - and reminded me he never said it's better than American Psycho, he thought it was being undervalued), I found myself absorbed in this book (fiction) about Wicca, which I'm reading for my work. Only one chapter to go and I had to tear myself out of it, coz I have this legal paragraph to translate, and I'm seeing Angela at 3pm. Hmmm, she's one of the few people that'll come to my party tomorrow (didn't invite that many, and a lot are abroad or out of town). Maybe she'll bring me a hot chick ;-)

AAGH. Work. Bloody paragraph.

Lookin' forward to reading the rest of this book though, plus its sequels (2-4!). Cool. Why did I agree on having a small party, when all I want is to find some cabin in the field, a dog to keep me company and safe, and books, coffee, music? A bit of solo sex for dessert, and I'll sleep like a rose, only to come back to the city on tuesday. That'd be cool.

Oh, let a girl have her dreams.

W.O.R.K.!

posted by Sheila Friday, March 26, 2004
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Another Day

Almost half eleven (it's 11.20 to be precise). Got another legal text to translate, ugh, those are always making me nervous. Anyway, I've done some work on the side (telling them about errors in texts that were sent to inspire me, woah, how nasty can you get, you Comma Fuck) (that's probably not a word, can't be bothered).

Gonna go have some coffee with Angela at 3pm at The Place with the Utmost Cool Wallpaper (from now on PCW), then at 6pm round two with Ilona at Patrick's. Er, at our Sunday Spot (even though I can't remember when we last went on a Sunday).

Looking forward to Der Krieger und die Keiserin tonight, by Tom Tykwer. Haven't seen it yet. Loved Winterschlafer and Lola Runnt. Er, Lola Rennt / Lola Runns. Gonna add some links later on. I think. Oh well.

Although some things are better been forgotten, I did have a real nice talk with LG last night. We talked for two hours, fuck, 3/4 of which on my account. Like going out for beers, only a bit more expensive: 22 cents a minute (euro). People in foreign countries, huh. What can you do.

Truly IS almost half eleven now. Gotta eat some, only had raisins for breakfast. Might not necessarily be hungry, do need some caffeine though.

Btw, Patrick, congrats with The Results!! Both PSV (soccer saviours??) and your Master's!

posted by Sheila Friday, March 26, 2004
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Big Fish

Hmmm... I don't know. It had its moments, definitely. But no. It won't make it to my all-time top 5. Not even close. Wonder what Lynch would've done with the script... Ewan McG was good. Other than that, it had this christian layer. If this movie airs on national tv, it'll probably be our evangelic channel.

Would I want to see it again? Yeah. Because of those moments. And I think Steve Buscemi's a cool actor. Would I tape it? Nope. I'd rather see a Lynch or (think Buscemi) Lebowski. Lever lind. (Never mind.)

Did wonder during the movie if my vision on it was influenced by my company. Would I have responded differently if I were in a romantic mood? Or if I got to see it with one of my parents? I wonder.

At one point during the movie I asked for some M&M's. He started kissing my hair and cheek. I giggled, said "what are you doing?" He said I asked for it. Er. Nope. Gimme the chocolate, damn it! (I just KNEW nothing good would come out of watching my all-time favorites B and B ;-)

Drank some at Katoen afterwards (of course I had the same as ever: a latte and a glass of water. Twice). I ran across the street to Hotel L'Europe, to get some Hajenius at the bar ("tuitknak" for Mark, corona for me, total cost 4,50 euro). Then on to Cuban Cigars, to have another cigar, and beers (Mark started drinking heavy stuff at that time). I talked some with Glenn, a bloke from London. He and his mates were having a stag party, and they had been drinking all night (don't they all/always). Anyway, they left for a smoke right before they got wasted and unpleasant. Until then, it was actually quite nice to have a chat with Glenn. Of course the cute one of the group only introduced himself and didn't bother trying to have a convo. Glenn told me how he met his wife, and it was quite a sweet, romantic story. He asked her to marry him a month after they got reacquainted! (Need I look up that word's spelling? Not gonna bother!) And no, I'm not waiting for a prince on a white horse to drop on his knee and pop the Q. Unless he'd do it in a Hugh Grant way (and would you consider not being married...).

Talking of Lynch... I'm gutted I still didn't get to see The Straight Story. Hmm... Talked about beamers last night. That would be awesome. A beamer, a dvd-player,... V. cool.

posted by Sheila Sunday, March 21, 2004
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Americans...

...didn't appreciate this Virgin airline company's idea of installing these Dutch toilets. I think they're pretty cool though.




Added later on: I think "SOME Americans" would've been better. I'm sure there are plenty around that would've loved one of these.

posted by Sheila Sunday, March 21, 2004
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Pop music

Rob's wondering: does he listen to pop music coz he's depressed, or is he depressed coz he listens to pop music? Can't find the exact page, but it's somewhere in High Fidelity (Nick Hornby). He's doing these desert-island, all-time, top five this, and top five that. I don't have the patience to think of a top five, I'd be afraid I'd forget the more important stuff (more important to me). Here goes though. A top five to describe my mood yesterday:

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Up in my lonely room
When I'm dreaming of you
Oh what can I do
I still need you, but
I don't want you now

When I'm down and my hands are tied
I cannot reach a pen for me to draw the line
From this pain I just can't disguise
Its gonna hurt but I'll have to say goodbye
The Coral - Dreaming of You


*
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
Nick Cave - The Ship Song

*
Alright it's over
A long time to discover
We took this thing as far as it goes.
The springtime's over
A long and downward summer
Safe for you, the frontdoor held
A strange hand on your ass.
The blood stopped flowing
The pulse is slowly going
Nothing left, an empty corpse
Of an unappreciated birth
Buried deep down in the dirt.
Alright it's over
A long time to discover
We put this thing away.
Solbakken - Relaxing yourself to Death

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You're gonna wake up one morning as the sun greets the dawn.
You're gonna look around in your mind, girl, you're gonna find that
I'm gone.
You didn't realize.
Oh! you're gonna miss me, baby.
I gave you the warning,
But you never heeded it.
How can you say you miss my lovin,
When you never needed it?
You're gonna wake up wonderin',
Find yourself all alone,
But what's gonna stop me, baby?
13th Floor Elevators - You're Gonna Miss Me

*
Sunday morning, praise the dawning
It's just a restless feeling by my side
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind

Sunday morning and I'm falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to know
Early dawning, Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago
The Velvet Underground & Nico - Sunday Morning


Actually I also had another song in mind ("It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for, It's the way your shoulders shake and what they're shaking for"), but, oh well, you know, yada yada, whatever, nm.

It's sunday now, I've got a 2nd round of coffee (I fill this New York Knicks jug up to the rim) (ow, why does that remind me of something else?) (I do have a dirty mind) (maybe I was meant to be a guy after all) (I'd be fucking Neve Campbell, ha!) (this is getting gross) (shut it!).

A 2nd round of coffee, haven't had a sip yet. Gonna translate now, do this editing job later on this afternoon (postponing things never did no good, but, oh well, it's got its deadline tomorrow, so I'll find myself doing it at some point anyway).

posted by Sheila Saturday, March 20, 2004
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Stormy weather

This weather's inviting you to come to the beach, have a stroll along the shore.

posted by Sheila Saturday, March 20, 2004
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Goodmornin'...

Another day. Shouldn't write messages when it's after 2am. Stoooopid. Anyway, I made it out of bed at 9am again, I'm v. proud. Only to find an editing job waiting in my inbox. Ugh. Deadline monday. UGH. Keep your eyes on the money and stuff. Only no way of spending it. Yet. Bigger plans for the dough. Involving currency other than beepin' euro's. Should hurry my morning ass to Dirk and get some FOOD. Already dread the beehive. Enjoy yr w-kend, babes!

posted by Sheila Saturday, March 20, 2004
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No time like the present...

...to make LUUUURRRVE...

posted by Sheila Friday, March 19, 2004
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P/Wondering

Great (annual) night out with Annerieke yesterday. More than four hours of babbling, 3 out of 4 about work! Yeah, it isn't politics, but it ain't babies either! Ha! Got a real nice mssg on my cell to complete the festive mood.

Last hour a quick update about our love lives. First her story. Then mine. She said something like: "You always have these film stories!" Huh? "First Mark, then Starbucks Man, now Latte Guy." (Obviously she used SB's real name. She doesn't know LG's name so she called him 'this guy'.)

Guess she's right. "You could write your own Bridget Jones novel!" Yeah, awesome, I'll finally figure out behind what ugly sweater my Mr Darcy is hiding. In writing only probably, d'oh. Well, whatever. There's too much chick lit around as it is.

In my fave bookshop (ABD), they've got a Chick Lit Section. Like hell I'll pick a title from one of those shelves. What were they thinking? Does anyone want to identify his or herself as a CL reader? It's a shame though, coz if you skip those shelves because you're slightly offended by them (or intimidated or whatever fuck's reason you've got) you'd miss out on fun stuff like 'Looking for Andrew McCarthy'. Sure as beep it ain't Heavy Stuff, but it's the combo that does the trick.

Right now I'm reading Bret Easton Ellis's 'The Rules of Attraction'. According to Guido much better than 'American Psycho' (which I didn't read, but my ex did and he would read the 'cool' stuff out loud for me). So I bought 'Rules' at JFK 9/28. I've still got 'Less than Zero' on tape, but I'm afraid it might depress me. Now we wouldn't want that to happen, would we? (I'd say "chuckle" if it weren't such a stupid word.)

Anyway, when I started out this post, I was meaning to tell you about my "date" for tonight (it ain't a date!). I'm meeting up with Mark, going to the movies. And cute and sweet as he is, I do NOT want him to think any of it. When he called sunday, he asked what I would be doing later that night. I told him I was tidying up and expecting a call from a friend later on. His immediate reaction: "Are you in love with him?" Er. "Er... No... Long story." Anyway, yesterday on the phone he was giving me the 3rd-degree about my night out w/Annerieke, so I joked "she's got a boyfriend". He thought I said "too". Immediate Q: "You don't, do you?" (Can't bother using another word for immediate.)

Alarm, alarm. RAAAAAGH. Am I reading the signals all wrong, or do we need to get around the table and talk? Oh, bugger. I am n-o-t considering a second try.

Dear Diary (ugh!) I'll just shut the F up and perhaps even start working. Got up at 8.30 (hurray!), it's 10.40am now. Got coffee. Got the above off my chest. Still waiting for this bloke/lassie to come and check my gas thingy in the kitchen. I need to get some shopping done at Dirk's today. Totally ran out of juice and soy milk. (Are you sleeping yet?) (The Diary remark's for you, Tigra! With you on that one!)

Actually kind of creeped out about the news today, about all species dying on us. Woah! It's a fucked up world we live in. Shouldn't wonder about trying to have kids if you'd want them though, coz yours might be a real (albeit human) Saviour.

Going to the Movies I hope (name certain cinema, for those who didn't know). Can't stop wondering what it would've been like to go with LG. Never mind. If he won't knock on my door some day, I'm sure there's another coffee bloke around the block somewhere. Those coffee boys usually fuck up my mind, but maybe this time he (or she) will just make my stomach go flip-flop. And maybe at some point, Latte's and Caramel Macchiato's will blend in perfectly. Might end up creating a whole different kind of coffee.

10.50am. Let's start Kissing Vanessa. Gave the main character a fun Dutchy name. And it's a fun book. Don't mind translating this one.

Ah, just got an e-mail. It's gonna be the Movies indeed, gonna go and see Big Fish. Annerieke will go and see LiT at the same cinema tonight, she and her boy are celebrating their 3rd anniversary. Having dinner there, the whole shebang. Would be funny if I'd bump into her and S., finally would get to meet the guy!

Added 1.10pm: Not gonna go to The Movies, gonna go to Tuschinski... Oh well... The Movies is more private anyway, so that's alright, considering.

posted by Sheila Friday, March 19, 2004
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What..?!

Yeah. What the F does this mean:

"Your Thursday horoscope, Sheila!
Romance is ahead, but the practicalities of life are setting a trap for you. Day-to-day responsibility is the feature that will make you appear most attractive."

Do they want me to score ("she said score, ha ha, ha ha")... at work??? Yeah right. Dream on Keen Horoscopes.
Hmmm. Just read it a second time. Maybe I know what they mean, after all.

My God, it won't be long and I'll find myself watching Dr. Phil. Weird, I've never seen him on Oprah, never seen his show, yet I know perfectly well who he is. Funny how media work.

BTW, no worries: the Phil Thing was v. much tongue in cheek.

posted by Sheila Thursday, March 18, 2004
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Let´s hunt!

Okay, alright, it´s official, I´m looking for a job. Before the end of this year, I wanna work (preferably) in Amsterdam.

If it´s journalism/writing, editing, or translating (English/German to Dutch), let me know.
I´ve got plenty of experience. I´m GOOD! Ha!

You know the perfect job for me? Please let me know.
And Tigra, scriptwriter IS interesting indeed… Actually was thinking about Scriptschool for a while…

posted by Sheila Thursday, March 18, 2004
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Dutch or..?

Just wondering.
In a Dutch paper today: "[...] alle karakters [...] rond de lijn van Mickey Mouse (waaronder Donald Duck en Dagobert), Winnie de Pooh en Assepoester en Sneeuwwitje."

Something really weird has happened to Pooh. He's half Dutch, half foreign. It's either Winnie the Pooh, or Winnie de Poeh. Editors of Dutchy land, please remember that one. I've seen that one done the wrong way like a zillion times already. And it's not important at all. Just plain stupid.



(c) Disney

posted by Sheila Wednesday, March 17, 2004
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Being single

The one thing I don't like about being single (apart from the obvious, that is) (corny... sorry 'bout that). Rewind. The one thing, is not getting feedback from someone who's got your best interest in mind. Someone who knows the real you. Someone who'll listen and help you find your way (exactly, "your way", I'm not asking for someone to guide me, thx). When I mentioned this to someone who's done a fair bit of listening, this person's answer was something like: "I'm in a relationship, yet I also miss feedback." There you go. The one bit I miss, doesn't automatically come included.

Of course I could mention some other things. Like people within a relation surely can come up with a thing or two themselves. Just got thinking about it, re: that darn job circle. That's all.

I think it's about time to look up my tape of Lebowski. (That's my rug!) Actually, I think it's about time to consider a holiday. I need some sun. Anyone willing to rub my back? Keep your schedule clear end of March please. I'd like a weekend away. Malaga. Berlin. New York (not that sunny, is it). Sevilla.

Let's go to Malaga. Beach. Spanish. Tapas. Books. And a lot of other fun stuff.
Café con leche, ¡por favor! Muchas gracias.

posted by Sheila Wednesday, March 17, 2004
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You'd better think...

Even if horoscopes are sucked straight out of someone's thumb, your reaction to it might say a great deal about your inner thoughts. I guess. Here's what they said today:

"You must be very careful today Aries in not allowing some type of superstitious nonsense to impinge on your decision making process. Something must end just now and this must be decided upon on the merits, pros and cons of the situation itself and not on some other impractical concepts you may hold over the matter. By making a ruthless decision you realise the end is the start of a new path."

How come I think they're talking about me applying for another job within the company? Ugh.

posted by Sheila Wednesday, March 17, 2004
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Memory Lane

Took a stroll down that lane, looking up an old school photo of my class, yet I still can't remember who Mr B.D. is. I find that totally embarrassing! (And quite unbelievable as well.)

B. sent me an e-mail today, he found my address at schoolbank. He wrote we used to be in the same class together. Said we could get along very well back then. "You probably don't remember me, but I can remember you very well. Used to like you a lot."

Woah! He's right. I DON'T remember him. Was it one of the blond guys sitting in the back of the class? Why don't I remember..? He used to like me a lot? Raaaagh! Weird to hear something like that like, what, almost twenty years (IEW!) later. Especially if you're not sure who it's coming from... Isn't it WEIRD you're able to forget people? I don't think I ever thought that possible when I was 12. When this B. guy was a classmate of mine.

Anyway, haven't replied yet. First I'll try and remember who he is. Maybe he got me mixed up with someone else? Hm. His name rings a bell, albeit vaguely. Very. Incredible. Who would've thought you'd simply forget? I find it quite disturbing.

posted by Sheila Tuesday, March 16, 2004
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A German Classic

While editing, I found myself in the back section of my dictionary. With famous Latin stuff, English, etc. Suddenly I saw one I've really liked ever since I first read it in high school. I only knew the 1st part though, the 2nd I didn't remember (perhaps I never read/heard that bit?). Anyway, I thought it was a quote from Werchter (which I read), according to my dict., it's from a book I've never even heard of. Weird.

"Himmelhoch jauchzend,
zum Tode betrubt-
glucklich allein
ist die Seele, die liebt."
(c) Goethe

Ugh. It's a quarter to twelve now, didn't finish until 11.30pm... And gotta get up @ 7am. Yikes.

posted by Sheila Monday, March 15, 2004
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Holy flippin’ Jesus mother of…

Didn't start working on this editing job (W.I.T.C.H. diary) until today, 10am. OH MY. Been working on it off and on today, man, it's WAY much more work than I anticipated. Woah... NEVER gonna finish it before... Well.... It's gonna be laaaaaaaaaaaate... Deadline tomorrow! Sob! Damn, it's your own fault, Sheila. Oh well. Didn't feel up to it this weekend. It's life. Not gonna kick myself because of this one! Ha!

Got rid of a lot of junk yesterday, cleaned out my desk. I'm tres happy with all that. And although it's 6.30pm, it's still light out. I'm VERY happy with that, too.

Got in touch with that friend I felt so rotten about the other day. "Excuse me, remind me why I texted all that?" So had a loooooooong convo, and now I'm back on track. Thx for that one, mate. Still not happy about it all, obviously, but it feels much better now. It's a good thing, I remember that now. Yeah. It's almost spring. I'm gonna be just fine.

posted by Sheila Monday, March 15, 2004
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HARRY CONNICK, JR. lyrics - "For Once In My Life"


For once in my life I have someone who needs me
Someone I've needed so
For once unafraid I can go where life leads me
And somehow I know I'll be strong

For once I can touch what my heart used to dream of
Long before I knew
Someone warm like you
Could make my dreams come true

For once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me
Not like it's hurt me before
For once I've got someone I know won't desert me
I'm not alone anymore

For once I can say: "this is mine you can't take it"
As long as I've got love I know I can make it
For once in my life I've got someone who needs me

For once in my life I won't let sorrow hurt me
Not like it's hurt me before
For once I've got someone I know won't desert me
I'm not alone anymore

Now, for once I can say: "this is mine you can't take it"
As long as I've got love I know I can make it
For once in my life I've got someone who needs me
For once in my life, she needs me
For once in my life

Got these lyrics here. I'm not sure who's written it - this is the version I heard on Parkinson a week ago though, and it's his version I hear in my head.

posted by Sheila Saturday, March 13, 2004
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High Fi

"It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favourite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party."

(c) Nick Hornby - 1995

posted by Sheila Friday, March 12, 2004
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Supertex

Got free tickets to go and see Supertex The Movie (er, its title is actually Supertex dot). Just not so sure whether or not I should go. Yesterday my friend Pieter said he saw a trailer, and thought it was crap. On the other hand, this comes from the guy who thinks Von Trier is crap, too. It's sundaymorning, 10 am (reminds me of Faith's cd). To go or not to go, c'est le Q.

Now I should pour some coffee into this lurrrrrvely body of mine and start working. Got to edit a W.I.T.C.H. diary and I'm not looking forward to it. 244 pages... It's already "lettered/made up" or whatever fuck's way you'd say that. Ugh. The world loves us (and is our bitch).

posted by Sheila Friday, March 12, 2004
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Terrorism

Never realised until this morning:

New York- 9/11
Madrid---- 3/11

Yuk!
I know people slaughter other people since the beginning of times. If it were for food...
I wish we could make sure terrorists would stop thinking they'd go to heaven.
To just die for a "good cause" (...), might not seem so attractive if it won't buy you a one way ticket to paradise.

posted by Sheila Friday, March 12, 2004
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Blood Shot Adult Commitment

We could steal away
But it's not
Like we're really going somewhere

Yeah, we could steal away
But it's not going to happen

Yeah, we could steal away
We could leave today
We could run away

So why don't you leave through the door
You've felt this way before
You've felt this way
Hey hey hey hey hey

I got this
Blood shot adult commitment
I get my kicks when I get old
Blood shot adult commitment
For now I do as I've been told

Blood shot adult commitment
Old enough to pay
Young enough to kick around
To kick around

Blood shot adult commitment
Piss running down the inside of your leg
Now you know I'm far from satisified

Blood shot adult commitment
Now you know I'm far from satisified
Some day, some day, so long
Yeah, we could steal away
We could leave today
Oh, we could steal away

Yeah, we could steal away
We could leave today
Oh, we could run away

We could leave
Come along
You know [what to do?]
Alright


(c) Written by Sivert Høyem / Appears on: "Grit" / Madrugada
Lyrics a 'by-ear-interpretation' transcribed by Anders Bjørgan
BlogBabe´s shortened it a little!

posted by Sheila Thursday, March 11, 2004
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KL… 11:20u

“Does it seem like I´m lookin’ for an answer
To a question I can´t ask...”


(Added later on:) It seems it shld´ve been 13:00.
10Mar 13:04 Arrived QDP

posted by Sheila Wednesday, March 10, 2004
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Looking forward to...


BIG FISH

posted by Sheila Monday, March 08, 2004
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Interesting..!

This is pretty much what I was thinking tonight, writing in my journal:

ARIES, March 8, 2004
"Stop beating yourself up over your ‘inadequacies’ today Aries. So you’ve made some resolutions that you haven’t kept of late. Re-igniting the fire of your Arian nature isn’t that difficult. Begin your program or course of action again and stop with the mental torture already."

Re-ignite, re-ignite! I so much wanna re-ignite! Definitely positively need to re-ignite!
Darn, they're givin' me a kick in the butt. Didn't I ask for one like two days ago? Clever dudes those ozzies ;-)

posted by Sheila Monday, March 08, 2004
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Harry Connick Jr.

Really like to watch Parkinson when at home on a saturday eve (often, since I'd rather go into town thursdays and fridays). Yesterday I really wanted to see his show, coz he had Harry! (He also had Lionel Ri(t)chie, my G., he's SLICK!) Harry's got a great voice, and although he tried a bit too hard maybe, he was very funny. Definitely v. charming.

So music connaisseurs, what's your opinion on mr HRjr?

PS Writing with Bowie in the background, and the sun pouring into my kitchen... Coffee is ready, I'm ready... Translationbirds are gogo!

PPS A very, VERY big hug to my liquorice pal in LA!

posted by Sheila Sunday, March 07, 2004
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A new Day, a new Dawn!

Time to kick some butt. My own preferably (quite hard to do). Anyway. In times like these, you fall back on things you know are v. trustworthy ;-) The OZ astrology! Eh, mate! Sweet as, dude...

Tomorrow is the day for spanking myself, according to them that is:
"Forgiveness has to be a heart felt and sincere act otherwise it has no power to heal. And the healing may relate to your own being Aries. The act of letting go and dissolving any grudges is more about freeing ones own self rather than the other person’s spin on the matter."

And they've got more wisdom to share (only I'm not a Sagg, hmm, bugger): "Thoreau once said - If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them."

I've kind of lost my castles (I'm definitely also very much talking WORK here!). So I should simply find them, then put those foundations where they belong. Perhaps I've done the founding bit, but forgot the freaking castles?? Who knows. Got a whole life to figure it out (ceteris paribus).

So I bumped my head against the wall, big deal. If that's the road, sobeit. Friends, Films, Books, Borus, Blogging and Music. What else could you possibly want? (Sex for Sale at Supermarkets?) Spring's about to pop right back into this hemisphere as well. I've got a few weeks to get my not so skinny ass peppered up and stop nagging. Yeah!

The love bit I can't change. The job bit I should definitely be able to change. The going abroad thingy also won't happen unless I make it happen. O, the perks of aging... LOL. That so was a joke. NM. I'm off. Gotta start working again. Been sleeping for about four days in a row. Now I need to get back into translating mode. Coffee? Hell, yeah, why not. (Don't you just love procrastination! Such a sweeeeeet thing.)

BTW, as a EU citizen, you can work in other EU countries without a working permit, right? :-$

posted by Sheila Friday, March 05, 2004
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Short Story in Dutch about Thirteen (the movie)

Gonna quote a Dutch film journalist, hence a post in Dutchy Language.

Thirteen... Deze film zag ik in september in New York, op aanraden van iemand die ik kort bij de bagageband sprak op JFK. Mijn jonge meekijker vond de film niet zo (hier heb ik volgens mij destijds ook iets over verteld), ik vond ‘m wél mooi. De film is blijkbaar uit in NL, want op internet zie ik een recensie.

Eric Koch heeft de film gezien, en hij schrijft over hoofdrolspeelster Evan Rachel Wood: "Haar scala van emoties vergelijken met het bekroonde ge-actreutel van Renee Zellweger in 'Cold Mountain' en Tim Robbins in 'Mystic River' doet Woods onvergetelijke optreden tekort."

Vind ik wel leuk. Zijn kritiek, bedoel ik. Want na het enthousiasmerende verhaal van M. over Cold Mountain (id als "het overacteren van Zellweger werkt op m’n zenuwen en dan krijgt ze er nog ‘n nominatie voor, ook"), besloot ik de film te skippen. En als ik Koch zo lees, zeer terecht!

O ja, het stond er al impliciet in vermeld, maarre... Het goud is voor… overactreutelen…! Roept alleen de volgende vraag op: is getreutel hetzelfde als overdrijven?

Thirteen. Met Evan rechts,
en de coscenariste links.

posted by Sheila Thursday, March 04, 2004
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More would be good indeed

Had my first Indian takeaway. Here, that is (my real 1st was in Edinburgh). Er... and, well, no, not takeaway. They brought it over. Aren't you supposed to eat twice of stuff they bring? Isn't it supposed to be a shitload? Or am I such a pig, I ate it all, in one go? Shite, I might know the answer to that one. Skip the Q.

Mentioned seeing films, did I say which ones? Friday I got to see Hidalgo (sucked) and Battle Royal II (also sucked), not sure if I mentioned those already. First was terribly boring (even for those fancying Viggo) and BR just didn't end! Man. I'm glad I had tres cute company distracting me - particularly during BR ;-)

I'd rather see BR again than H though. The latter was boring to no end.

Earlier this week (can't tell when it was exactly) I saw Brève traversée - had it on tape for ages. Did they ever mention Alice's age? They go on and on about how old she is. It's probably the whole harsh idea of her not really being that old at all, but they could've taken someone slightly older, couldn't they. This Alice could've been 24. On imdb it's said the 16 year old boy (Gilles) was adopted when he was a child. What the F does that matter? Trivial stuff.

Today I got to see Donnie Brasco. According to imdb, Johnny is 10 years older than me. Still looks pretty darn good to me though. But hey, he's been on my List of Cool ever since Gilbert Grape, back in '93. Bugger, back then he was about my age now. Reminds me of Zebra's thoughts on age and all.

Funny to know: I got to see Kill Bill I with the same person I got to see BR II. There's a girl linking these two films as well. The anime O-Ren in KB I is the same girl as Shiori Kitano in BR II: an actress called Maeda. O-Ren was played by Lucy Liu, remember? In the anime version, Maeda's O-Ren's voice.

posted by Sheila Wednesday, March 03, 2004
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More would be good

The last couple of days I spent in retraite, as the French would say (retreat). I've not talked to anyone, just a message here and there (sms/texting). All I do is sleep, eat, watch vids and read books. And I don't feel like talking at all. Or thinking. I know I should start thinking at some point what the f I wanna do the rest of this year. Not now. Later this month. When the sun comes out. The days get longer. I'm waiting for Spring (what was it Bandini had to wait until Spring for, as well?). I've had some ideas. Now I need to gather the energy to actually "do" them. (Meanwhile, in NYC, it's only 12.47pm.)

Autumn in New York... I wish I could fly there. Have a long convo with both Starbucks Man (as friends this time, hurray!) and Latte Guy (might be some hugging involved). I dunno, I could do with some advice from Starbucks Man right now... He's been down this road I'm travellin' right now... He's way ahead... He could maybe show me what side of the street would be the better one. Whatever. Fuhgeddaboudit. I'm talkin' in riddles again. That's the perk of writing a blog. You can be as utterly boring as you want. It's not like you're lookin' for some publisher to throw your mean story on paper and get it smashed onto shelves all over the world. Or all over this side of the planet. Ugh. I am babbling. Yada yada yada....

I'm not always like this. Honest. It's the end of the winter. And okay, alright, I fell for the love trap again. But hey, don't we all make mistakes? Ha ha.

Soon the sun will come out. And I can find my way back to outdoors latte's with a cigar and a glass of water on the side. A book in my hands. My eyes wandering. Either reading or looking around, watching the world go by. And then, next winter... I might be off for a while for real. Alles klar, Kommissar? And maybe not. I'm thoroughly enjoying the idea of going. Reason enough to ponder a little more. If I won't go, I've at least enjoyed myself contemplating that one bit.

posted by Sheila Wednesday, March 03, 2004
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