Gefeliciteerd Joana!

For as long as I have known her Joana has been working in a rather manic and if not sometimes self destructive fashion to complete her thesis for her literature diploma. A few weeks ago this all came to an end as she handed in her final piece of work and defended her theories with great success. Last night we celebrated at Dizzy as yesterday she was awarded her diploma. Congrats Joana!! Unfortunately the risotto was not as successful as Joana's defense for her thesis. Despite this, the partying went on to the wee small hours of the morning and I blame her for having to work this morning with an awful headache and all I want to do is go back to my bed. (Photo by C@B)

Verjaardig van Greg

28 Today!

It didn't start so nice - waking up and going to work in weather like this... Winter is definitely on the way.

But after work things got a whole lot better with an invite to dinner at our favourite Greek restaurant.

Afterwards Greg enjoyed a delicious coffee from his new Sensao coffee maker before retiring to bed. More festivities to be held later...

What a great IKEA!

A week ago the decision was made to go shopping at IKEA. We needed a dining table and a coffee table for the living room at the new house and my aunty needed a new desk (het bureau) for her fancy new flat screen monitor. It was about 10.30am when we arrived. Greg and I had breakfast while my aunty enjoyed a nice cup of coffee. I think she enjoyed it most because it took about 15 minutes to get to the front of the queue. Despite the slow start, we had a great time buying everything, but what we had gone there for. Unfortunately the coffee table and dining table we wanted were out of stock. We did manage to get the desk and a table for the tv to sit on. We had coffee, we talked, we walked, we laughed and we cried - it was a proper family day out...

Until it all went bad and shopping rage took over!!!

Fortunately nobody was seriously injured and the new table survived. It wasn't long before relationships were repaired, wounds were healed and everybody enjoyed the afternoon arranging their new purchases.

Thank you IKEA!

The results are in...

Well four weeks of sweating my arse of at the gym and the sad truth is there isn't much to show for it. I've only lost 3kg and 1.5% of my body fat. I was sure I was sweating at least that much out in every session. There was also an improvement of two points on my fitness test, but I'm not really sure what that indicates. Anyway my new program has been written and I'm still motivated to make this work. The next period of the plan goes for 8 weeks. I'm not going to weigh myself til then so we'll see how it goes...

Nearly a week...

I can't believe it's nearly a week since my last post. In a way I'm not surprised. All I have to report is that I'm working hard and still going to the gym. Tomorrow night is the 4 week assessment, so we'll see how that goes. Stupidly, tonight I went out and had kipsaté and a few (too many) beers - tomorrow I'm probably going to have to weigh in and do that fat test. Good move!
Anyway on a high note, two of my favourite shows have returned to television...

The Amazing Race and Survivor

(photos from respective websites on CBS.com)

It's easy to forget.

"It wasn't until much later when she started noticing signs. Nothing big at first. Little things, small hard-to-read clues left for her to see. Some name calling in school, a comment from a perceptive teacher, and the fact that all his friendships were with girls.

Then the anger came. Not hers, his. She watched as her sunny, luminous kid was becoming burdened with dark silence, afflicted with rage. She could feel the blinds coming down on the windows of his soul." Read more... (Excerpt from Shades of Grey)

Reading this I remember how lucky I am to have the family I have. While they are all amazing in their own way, my Mum is special. She has taken all that life has thrown at her; which has not always been easy - in her stride. If she is pained by all that she has endured, she hides it very well. She is strong and maybe she has just come to accept things as they are. I miss her, I miss them all. Sometimes I forget how lucky I am.

Fear of Embarrassment.

Without a doubt I am embarrassmentphobic. I could theorize for hours on why I am like this. I guess my father's treatment of me as a child has something to do with it. The truth is I will go to any extent to avoid embarrassment. Tonight I was at the gym. Tonight I was leaving the gym. The man working in the cafeteria said goodbye. I turned to respond politely. I turned back to walk on. I knocked over a sign. A sign of a matching pair. The sign stood about 1 meter high. It fell. It landed hard on the ground. It made a loud noise. The people waiting in the cafe all turned and looked at me. The looked hard and fast. The top of the sign smashed and broke off. I focused immediately on the ground and the mess I had made. I ignored the people sitting in the cafe. I ignored the barman. I could feel the heat of everyone's stares piercing my reddening flesh. I picked up the top part that had broken off. I placed it down on a table. I focused on the ground in front of me. I walked out. I walked strong and in denial. Now I am worried. How will I show my face there again? Will everybody remember me? How could I not even say sorry. Embarrassment turns to guilt. I know this will keep me awake.

Now I'm Motivated.

Well at least I know where my gym fees are going. Tonight we had a live DJ to work out to. Added to this were free fresh fruit kebabs and RedBull! What more could you ask for?!?! Since I know what was going on, I must still be going. Correct at least 5 times per weeks since joining. I don't really see any change yet and of course being a very results oriented person - IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!

Where were you on 9/11/2001?

Five years on I still very clearly remember that day. I was sitting in an Internet Cafe on Cricklewood Broadway, Cricklewood, London. I remember never being so unsure in my adult years about what was going on around me. I remember watching the images of that plane fly over and over again in to the Twin Towers. I remember wanting to go home to Australia so badly, but being horrified by the thought of getting on a plane. How would I ever get home? Today, I see it as the day the modern world changed... A day that divided the world...

What's hot with the new house?

I'm really liking the belcony on the new house...
Benefit 1: Drying clothes outside.

Benefit 2: BBQ

Wedding on Mars.

Tonight was my bosses wedding. It was in Ouddorp, so quite some drive from Rotterdam. Here is the privileged bunch that got to attend. This is us standing on the road to nowhere. We had difficulty finding the car after we left the party. It was dark and there were paths everywhere through the dunes. Needless to say - We Survived!

Then dance - just don't be a bitch!

Last night I really was an asshole to Greg and of course I was just venting from the vile day I had at work yesterday. I really am a bit ashamed. There's no excuse. I think I had better buy a punching bag. To try and make up for it, I made dinner reservations for our favourite Turkish Restaurant - Dunya. I realised however while I was eating my dinner and drinking my Duvel, that I was benefiting too and that shouldn't have been the case. I guess it only leaves self flagellation.

I Just Wanna Fucking Dance!

This is so my theme song today!


Right now I'm wishing that my work permit had been rejected. I hate being made to feel small and today one of my colleagues managed to do that big style. I struggle often with my job. The market research industry is what I would describe as rather manic. It operates in a perpetual state of chaos and this chaos becomes the way of working, the norm. To be honest I prefer order and I think I operate best in a more systematic and ordered environment, but what I can't tolerate is being made to feel small so that someone else can progress themselves. Of course in a style true to me - I never stood up for myself and right now I am sitting here at home feeling angry and frustrated, but less than I did when I left work - those gym workouts are useful for more than just losing weight.

Crikey!

This morning I woke up to find that Steve Irwin aka Crocodile Hunter had been killed. Sometimes I found his over the top nature to be a little embarrassing and a little too Australian. Occasionally I feel that Australia is very uncultured and backward and well maybe it is. Is that something to be embarrassed about though? The fact remains Steve was a great Aussie export. He did a lot to put Australia on the map and no doubt he did wonders for the tourism economy. I was reading the messages people had left on the BBC website today and they made me feel quite sad - click here to read them. Maybe our lack of culture is indeed our style of culture. None the less it seems to be well received in most places around the world and being Australian has my travels easier in many respects. Australians have been well regarded wherever I have traveled and people always want to hear a story about life in Australia. I guess we have Steve in part to thank for that.
(Picture from BBC Website - In Pictures: Steve Irwin)

Moving is doing my head in...

Tired of unpacking and setting up house we decided to go for a walk, try out a new bar we'd not been to before and have a few drinks. On the way I saw this piece of art - very freaky. I can't really imagine hanging it on my wall.

There's no place like home!

I'm really not one for moving house. I find it very unsettling and stressful. I also didn't know how much I had become attached to my house, seeing it this empty feels very strange. I have such good memories of this house with family and friends. It's hard to say goodbye. The new place is really nice. I'm sure with time it will feel more like ours. For now I just have a new house. Not a home!