he waved hello silent like a mime

University wise my life is back on track. After giving me heaps of shite for a good new start, my Uni did pretty much everything to make my life more difficult and make me walk through the anyway rainy streets with a rather depressed attitude, asking myself "Do I really need this right now?!?" I didn't. It was time to get over that and I did eventually.

In fact Hong Kong was once again warmed up in my mind when lovely Adele arrived on a Thursday night and stayed for as long as one week in the place I call my home. A home that dwinldes but still my home. The week was fantastic and Adele a fully integrated member of our 6-headed community. She arrived around 11:00 pm and we started to get warmed up for a long night out when she suddenly pulled something bottle shaped out of her bag - something that would change the outcome of the evening decisively. Talisker. Scotch. 1 liter. MY GOD! "Some Ice, Adele?", "Nah, just straight please!" Said and done we went to "Het Paard", listening to drum 'n' bass, electro and all kinds of alternative tunes. Good fun, good night.

The next morning was fairly miserable, but hey, that's the deal, right?


I haven't made any progress with my dictionnary so far and my time management is really tight at the moment since I am working off my presentations for this semester in the first half. Well, and some courses require simply a lot of reading. My dream is to simply chill in my armchair with some big headphones, listening to all my favorite songs really loudly forgetting about the world and think of the bluest lights that can surround me. This day will come and I don't want to make this sound like I am all so unhappy which is simply not true. Lars has introduced me to "Six Feet Under", a TV show that has already taken its toll on me - a show that displays once more that the life I am leading is pretty damn good!

Now I am for instance taking the time to go down to the pitch to play some of my favorite sport! Season has started and I truly am loving it to play with the team again.

So far for now, and, needless to say that Elliot Smith is sugar sweet melancholie in my ears.

the hague and dictionaries for odd people.

School has started yesterday and everyone has by now acquired the motionless feeling of being back in the daily life of foreign students, living in the Netherlands. Can you blame us? This weekend has been too fantastic to make the coming period seem nearly as sunny as the last couple of days. On the other hand I am quite glad to be back because I will have a fix routine and stuff to do.

I, for the first time in my life, am now owner of a fitness card and therefore pay for fitness. Nobody could have guessed that this day would come (for those who didn't know: I despised fitness and always regarded it as redundant and a sportive activity only business people perform because they don't have the time to do proper sports) but now it is here - I am fitness. Can you actually say this? Consequently, I have a meeting with the - how I shall henceforth name him - GYM MASTER who will show me around the facilities tomorrow at "4 o' clock sharp!". Sir, yes, Sir.

What else?

I am constantly developing the idea of writing a dictionary for neologisms of mine. I am not talking of new word inventions in the funny sense but rather situations, habits, feelings and expressions that have not been named yet.

When I did my civil service in an elementary school, the children sometimes showed a certain kind of enthusiasm I don't have a name for. I think most people have encountered a certain expression of joy but children do it in a very specific way: after the first rush of joy is gone, a certain density of facial expressions commences that will make them aware of the joy they are experiencing and therefore start acting in a more set and down-to-earth kind of manner. What then starts is I think called busy. Business and motivation flood the room and something clicks in the child's mind and the joy cannot forbid it to be all serious so they continue being goofy and childish (well, they are children...) as well as getting back into this down-to-earth mood. It then collapses when realization kicks in. The realization of past acts of joy. And this expression, manner of behavior or whatever you may call it - I simply don't have a word for it. And neither has anyone, do they? That's the reason I want to take up the idea and create a dictionary that emphasizes mainly on such expressions or manners or whatever you may call it.

Oh yes, I will take up Lars' idea of cutting stencils for our hallway.

Bonne nuit. A tout le monde.