A typical day in the life of me: After a hard day’s work zooming around the office, I made my way to the fitness studio and powered myself out completely, all intent on shedding the extra pounds I gained (courtesy of excessive chocolate binging at the office – this proves it, work is seriously bad for one’s health!). Feeling utterly elated after all that sweating, I shot back home, with the idea of going completely “zen” (which means indulging in some wellness). Spying a bottle of dessert wine standing innocently in the corner of my fridge and with the half thought of someone once telling me that a glass of wine or two is good for one’s health, me and the wine made our way to the bathroom. Luxuriously relaxing amidst the bubbles I suddenly became rather thirsty. Nothing if not lazy I just languorously reached for a glass of wine. After one glass I was, should we say, quite tipsy, and after quenching my thirst I barely managed to get out of the bath!
That was it for a day in the life of me. Isn’t winter marvellous?
December 06, 2005
November 26, 2005
sleepy girl
Nothing much has been going on lately. It’s just work, work and work at the moment.
I posed as a “hair model” on Monday for one of our colour sessions and nodded off in front of 20 peole! The person doing my hair was like: “Oh! I think my model has fallen asleep!” How embarrassing is that! I spent the rest of the hour sitting up as straight as I could and straining to keep my eyes open.
Saw a bus yesterday morning that read „Kaffee Pause“ (coffee break). I took that as a sign that weekend is on its way.
I posed as a “hair model” on Monday for one of our colour sessions and nodded off in front of 20 peole! The person doing my hair was like: “Oh! I think my model has fallen asleep!” How embarrassing is that! I spent the rest of the hour sitting up as straight as I could and straining to keep my eyes open.
Saw a bus yesterday morning that read „Kaffee Pause“ (coffee break). I took that as a sign that weekend is on its way.
November 08, 2005
I graduated last Friday!!!
Late as usual, I just made it to the venue 5 minutes before the ceremony started. Having been pretty blasé about the whole graduation thing, I felt the adrenalin starting to flow when I saw the church full of many sharp looking individuals.
Rustle, rustle, cough, cough, amazing grace was sung and the speeches began. A few rousing monologues later, the audience’s woke up to the first few student graduates being invited up front to receive their diploma. As there were 126 students graduating we were called up in groups of eight.
In due course my name was called. I walked forward, collected my diploma and posed for photographs with my group. “So this is it,” I thought, feeling kind of flat. But then, back in my seat it really hit me: I had just graduated!
This diploma, this document, symbolises 4 years of hard slog; 8 semesters of fun, laughter, anxiety, frustration, putting up with people I did not like, and achievement. This piece of paper also stands for internships in Paris, New York, Lörrach, Kuala Lumpur and my diploma report in Basel. Wow!
Suddenly I was smiling, truly smiling. I had finally finished.
After all the graduates had received their diploma it was time for the award ceremony. Now I knew that the best of the year would receive a prize, but what I did not know was that it was the custom to honour the best three or four of the year. (I had tied for second place with two other girls.) As I was not expecting any special mention, it was quite a shock to be called up again with the other two. We were all suddenly very nervous and sort of slunk forward to collect our prize. I guess I just grinned from ear to ear like the village idiot, and walked up those few steps worrying that I would trip and fall flat on my face. But nothing happened and then suddenly I was calm. I managed to look out into the audience when posing for the photographer. My mind went blank and the only comprehensive thought that remained was “Oh wow!!” I guess I have half a brain after all.
In that moment I felt quite proud, and when I saw the happy faces of my parents, brother and boyfriend it really thrilled me. I had managed to make them proud – my true achievement.
Rustle, rustle, cough, cough, amazing grace was sung and the speeches began. A few rousing monologues later, the audience’s woke up to the first few student graduates being invited up front to receive their diploma. As there were 126 students graduating we were called up in groups of eight.
In due course my name was called. I walked forward, collected my diploma and posed for photographs with my group. “So this is it,” I thought, feeling kind of flat. But then, back in my seat it really hit me: I had just graduated!
This diploma, this document, symbolises 4 years of hard slog; 8 semesters of fun, laughter, anxiety, frustration, putting up with people I did not like, and achievement. This piece of paper also stands for internships in Paris, New York, Lörrach, Kuala Lumpur and my diploma report in Basel. Wow!
Suddenly I was smiling, truly smiling. I had finally finished.
After all the graduates had received their diploma it was time for the award ceremony. Now I knew that the best of the year would receive a prize, but what I did not know was that it was the custom to honour the best three or four of the year. (I had tied for second place with two other girls.) As I was not expecting any special mention, it was quite a shock to be called up again with the other two. We were all suddenly very nervous and sort of slunk forward to collect our prize. I guess I just grinned from ear to ear like the village idiot, and walked up those few steps worrying that I would trip and fall flat on my face. But nothing happened and then suddenly I was calm. I managed to look out into the audience when posing for the photographer. My mind went blank and the only comprehensive thought that remained was “Oh wow!!” I guess I have half a brain after all.
In that moment I felt quite proud, and when I saw the happy faces of my parents, brother and boyfriend it really thrilled me. I had managed to make them proud – my true achievement.
October 24, 2005
Istanbul
Istanbul, where to begin, what to say? A fascinating city, yet I am quite lost for words when it comes to expressing my appreciation and impressions. Guidebooks and bloggers alike tend to describe Istanbul as an eclectic mix of east meets west (whatever that's supposed to mean).
I’m not sure if I suffered a slight culture shock. Istanbul is really unlike every other city I’ve ever been to. But weirdly enough at times every corner, every turn seemed to hold some kind of similarity to another place. Sometimes it’s narrow streets reminded me of Paris, the architecture of Budapest, some areas had a slight flair of KL, the Grand Bazaar took me back to Jerusalem’s old town, the bridge spanning the Bosporus vaguely reminded me of Basel’s Mittlere Brücke.
Everything I read beforehand did not do the city justice, in fact it just served to confuse me on arrival. Nonetheless, the city is definitely worth a trip, especially in the summer months!
I’m not sure if I suffered a slight culture shock. Istanbul is really unlike every other city I’ve ever been to. But weirdly enough at times every corner, every turn seemed to hold some kind of similarity to another place. Sometimes it’s narrow streets reminded me of Paris, the architecture of Budapest, some areas had a slight flair of KL, the Grand Bazaar took me back to Jerusalem’s old town, the bridge spanning the Bosporus vaguely reminded me of Basel’s Mittlere Brücke.
Everything I read beforehand did not do the city justice, in fact it just served to confuse me on arrival. Nonetheless, the city is definitely worth a trip, especially in the summer months!
October 23, 2005
October 09, 2005
a new home
That brother of mine can’t go on holiday without catching some disease! He suffered a severe attack of bronchitis, besides being extremely dehydrated. Just back from Cyprus, this coming Tuesday he has to undergo the ordeal of having a wisdom tooth extracted. Talk about having a rough time!
Anyway, my news:
As of last Sunday I am now officially a Zürritussi (chick living in Zürich). My nice little flat is 5 minutes walk from the lake, has a yellow kitchen (I always wanted a room with a little colour to it) and is littered with bags and bags of clothes. It never occurred to me that a girl could have too many clothes until I moved!
On Saturday I dragged myself to IKEA, which turned out to be a horrific experience: screaming children running all over the place, harassed parents trying to keep an eye on their brat and simultaneously finding the furniture of their dreams, girlfriends dreamily contemplating which bathmat would bring out the colour of their lover’s eyes (I ask you – what rubbish!), grandmothers blocking the queue with their dithering.. battling through that crowd to find a cheap cupboard and sofa left me completely shattered. But at least I was successful, even if it did take me two (!) trips.
Last Wednesday I had a girl’s night in with two colleagues: we dyed our hair, gorged ourselves on sushi (healthy), drank plum wine (appropriate) and feasted our eyes on soap operas. Truly girly, what bliss.
Friday was my boyfriend’s birthday so I decided to treat him to a special night out. As I hardly know Zürich I asked around at work for some tips. Our education manager came up trumps: a friend of hers booked me a table at a private club. The place was at the top of a high riser, with glass windows all around providing a spectacular view of the city and the lake. We dined in leather couch seats and the food was imaginative and delicious. Needless to say, my boyfriend was impressed. Mission accomplished!
Today a friend held her goodbye party as she is leaving for India next Thursday. It’s kind of strange to think that she will be gone for two whole years. She’s off to teach the Indians how to do business with the Germans. All those intercultural competence classes are paying off after all!
Anyway, my news:
As of last Sunday I am now officially a Zürritussi (chick living in Zürich). My nice little flat is 5 minutes walk from the lake, has a yellow kitchen (I always wanted a room with a little colour to it) and is littered with bags and bags of clothes. It never occurred to me that a girl could have too many clothes until I moved!
On Saturday I dragged myself to IKEA, which turned out to be a horrific experience: screaming children running all over the place, harassed parents trying to keep an eye on their brat and simultaneously finding the furniture of their dreams, girlfriends dreamily contemplating which bathmat would bring out the colour of their lover’s eyes (I ask you – what rubbish!), grandmothers blocking the queue with their dithering.. battling through that crowd to find a cheap cupboard and sofa left me completely shattered. But at least I was successful, even if it did take me two (!) trips.
Last Wednesday I had a girl’s night in with two colleagues: we dyed our hair, gorged ourselves on sushi (healthy), drank plum wine (appropriate) and feasted our eyes on soap operas. Truly girly, what bliss.
Friday was my boyfriend’s birthday so I decided to treat him to a special night out. As I hardly know Zürich I asked around at work for some tips. Our education manager came up trumps: a friend of hers booked me a table at a private club. The place was at the top of a high riser, with glass windows all around providing a spectacular view of the city and the lake. We dined in leather couch seats and the food was imaginative and delicious. Needless to say, my boyfriend was impressed. Mission accomplished!
Today a friend held her goodbye party as she is leaving for India next Thursday. It’s kind of strange to think that she will be gone for two whole years. She’s off to teach the Indians how to do business with the Germans. All those intercultural competence classes are paying off after all!
September 30, 2005
twist of fate
I feel awful. My brother's gracing the local health institution in Cyprus.. apparently neither he nor I can travel without catching some horrible disease.
September 27, 2005
rote lippen sind zum küssen
Ladies and gentlemen
Please welcome the star act of tonight….
(appropriate drum roll)
Gloss posing as…
a BOMBAY HOOKER!
(appropriate applause)
Enter stage left, smile, smile, turn, smile, seductive glance, exit stage right.
My new job has all sorts of interesting twists and turns to it. Yesterday I was told that a model of our team’s colour tour fell ill and they needed a replacement. Always a willing subject for any sort of relooking, I willingly spent this afternoon at the hairdresser’s salon. I was poked and prodded, tugged this way and that and had to endure three rounds of colour and bleach (2 colour, 1 bleach). But the final result is a beautiful warm brown with cherry red streaks. Apart from the fact that it took the stylist five hours (no exaggeration!) I would say it’s a look well worth recommending!
When all four models were coloured accordingly, we rushed over to the venue. There I met with something I had not bargained for: red makeup! Red eye shadow, red rouge and red lipstick: I looked and felt like a true hooker. And guess who I had to thank for this getup: yours truly, myself! I had come up with the great idea that the models’ make up should reflect their hair colour and as I was sporting cherry red.. well, you can do the math!
Generally speaking I tend to go for the natural look (i.e. no or minimal makeup) – pure laziness on my part – therefore my reflection took some getting used to. But after an hour or so I began to fully appreciate the handiwork and judging from my boyfriend’s reaction I really need to get someone to teach me how to paint my face. Hmm, wonder if a trace of this motivation will still be around tomorrow.
Throughout the show I sat and smiled, being as friendly as possible with one’s fringe obscuring one’s view. It was quite funny; apparently the cherry red tone came out too “warm” on my hair. As it is supposed to have a “cold” effect the stylist explaining my look to the audience came up with a brilliant save: because my skin tone is quite “cold” she used this colour but because my eyes are surprisingly “warm” she did this and that to support the warmth of my eyes. (I was like: eh?! )
Please welcome the star act of tonight….
(appropriate drum roll)
Gloss posing as…
a BOMBAY HOOKER!
(appropriate applause)
Enter stage left, smile, smile, turn, smile, seductive glance, exit stage right.
My new job has all sorts of interesting twists and turns to it. Yesterday I was told that a model of our team’s colour tour fell ill and they needed a replacement. Always a willing subject for any sort of relooking, I willingly spent this afternoon at the hairdresser’s salon. I was poked and prodded, tugged this way and that and had to endure three rounds of colour and bleach (2 colour, 1 bleach). But the final result is a beautiful warm brown with cherry red streaks. Apart from the fact that it took the stylist five hours (no exaggeration!) I would say it’s a look well worth recommending!
When all four models were coloured accordingly, we rushed over to the venue. There I met with something I had not bargained for: red makeup! Red eye shadow, red rouge and red lipstick: I looked and felt like a true hooker. And guess who I had to thank for this getup: yours truly, myself! I had come up with the great idea that the models’ make up should reflect their hair colour and as I was sporting cherry red.. well, you can do the math!
Generally speaking I tend to go for the natural look (i.e. no or minimal makeup) – pure laziness on my part – therefore my reflection took some getting used to. But after an hour or so I began to fully appreciate the handiwork and judging from my boyfriend’s reaction I really need to get someone to teach me how to paint my face. Hmm, wonder if a trace of this motivation will still be around tomorrow.
Throughout the show I sat and smiled, being as friendly as possible with one’s fringe obscuring one’s view. It was quite funny; apparently the cherry red tone came out too “warm” on my hair. As it is supposed to have a “cold” effect the stylist explaining my look to the audience came up with a brilliant save: because my skin tone is quite “cold” she used this colour but because my eyes are surprisingly “warm” she did this and that to support the warmth of my eyes. (I was like: eh?! )
September 06, 2005
Hair Sun
Spent the whole day at the hairdressers on Friday „getting to know Redken’s customer“. I must say I am really glad I did not become a hairdresser, the people those poor girls have to deal with!
But the perks of my new job (so far) have been amazing: around midday I was approached by two trainees who announced that they would practise their pampering skills on me. Always one to help where I can I bowed to the call of duty! They gave me a thorough head & shoulder massage as well as the full works: scalp treatment, deep moisturising treatment & a special treatment against split ends! Highly recommendable!
But the perks of my new job (so far) have been amazing: around midday I was approached by two trainees who announced that they would practise their pampering skills on me. Always one to help where I can I bowed to the call of duty! They gave me a thorough head & shoulder massage as well as the full works: scalp treatment, deep moisturising treatment & a special treatment against split ends! Highly recommendable!
Change
Today I finished my studies!!!! V.v.v. happy!
Totally shattered as well, spent the entire afternoon running around Zürich looking at flats.
A new life begins!
I cut my finger on a razor blade as well.
A bad omen?
Totally shattered as well, spent the entire afternoon running around Zürich looking at flats.
A new life begins!
I cut my finger on a razor blade as well.
A bad omen?
September 03, 2005
Starbucks
"Seven Ways to Order Coffee"by John Lee
I
At dawn, the dark roast scents greet
each visitor as well as the soft
elevator music, bohemian style.
Grande latte for the earlyriser next in line.
The mid-lifer seeking
every excuse to wake from endless slumber.
II
For during the nine to fivers rush,
Skim latte, with a touch of cinnamon
and a scone for the businesswoman
sure of herself and her drink preference.
III
At ten and leisurely on his way to work,
with the chatter of technology
from cellphone rested to ear,
the young executive-to-be orders
the chocolate mocha, rich and creamy,
he's just not into coffee yet, but
seeks the comforts of conformity.
IV
From the mid-morning respite,
office workers make a trek,
two by two or four by four, they
make their way for morning seconds.
Ill to work, they seek the pleasure of a
gingerbread latte break, a special just in season.
V
Into lunch, the coffee grinds whir,
never ceasing until every last drop is poured.
An assistant pushed to the brink arrives,
sunglasses neatly on top, seeking sugar to burn.
Iced mochachino and an expensive sandwich for her.
She's got another five before it's off to do more.
VI
Black coffee for the afternoon gent.
He's realistic and experienced in the world.
Never embellishing and always forthright,
you can tell he's too honest for his own good.
VII
I stand behind them in line. Waiting
for a chance to order what I covet
--white chocolate mocha -- three pumps of chocolate please,
not four. Wondering what they will think of me
Thank you M for supporting my addiction! ;-)
I
At dawn, the dark roast scents greet
each visitor as well as the soft
elevator music, bohemian style.
Grande latte for the earlyriser next in line.
The mid-lifer seeking
every excuse to wake from endless slumber.
II
For during the nine to fivers rush,
Skim latte, with a touch of cinnamon
and a scone for the businesswoman
sure of herself and her drink preference.
III
At ten and leisurely on his way to work,
with the chatter of technology
from cellphone rested to ear,
the young executive-to-be orders
the chocolate mocha, rich and creamy,
he's just not into coffee yet, but
seeks the comforts of conformity.
IV
From the mid-morning respite,
office workers make a trek,
two by two or four by four, they
make their way for morning seconds.
Ill to work, they seek the pleasure of a
gingerbread latte break, a special just in season.
V
Into lunch, the coffee grinds whir,
never ceasing until every last drop is poured.
An assistant pushed to the brink arrives,
sunglasses neatly on top, seeking sugar to burn.
Iced mochachino and an expensive sandwich for her.
She's got another five before it's off to do more.
VI
Black coffee for the afternoon gent.
He's realistic and experienced in the world.
Never embellishing and always forthright,
you can tell he's too honest for his own good.
VII
I stand behind them in line. Waiting
for a chance to order what I covet
--white chocolate mocha -- three pumps of chocolate please,
not four. Wondering what they will think of me
Thank you M for supporting my addiction! ;-)
September 02, 2005
Time
Two weeks have flown by and tomorrow I face the challenge of preparing for my final oral exam on Tuesday. As of Tuesday, 10 am, I will (hopefully – cross my fingers) be finished with my studies! Time surely has flown!
The highlight of my week so far has been a boat trip on the lake of Zürich last Tuesday. I accompanied my two bosses to a client’s salon, who as soon as we arrived informed us that there had been a change of plan and that she would like to invite us out on her new motorboat. We had so much fun and completely forgot the time that I ended up staying at a colleague’s place. I really need to find a flat or room in Zürich!
The highlight of my week so far has been a boat trip on the lake of Zürich last Tuesday. I accompanied my two bosses to a client’s salon, who as soon as we arrived informed us that there had been a change of plan and that she would like to invite us out on her new motorboat. We had so much fun and completely forgot the time that I ended up staying at a colleague’s place. I really need to find a flat or room in Zürich!
August 23, 2005
First day
My first day at Redken was quite eventful. I got to meet the entire team including sales force in a day long team meeting. As it was the last official meeting of my predecessor, to celebrate his departure and my welcome we all went to a nearby go-kart racing track and took turns displaying our speeding skills!
August 21, 2005
Binii & Sri Lanka
Two days in the Valais began with me missing my bus stop and taking a scenic tour of the surrounding villages before arriving at my destination one hour later than planned. But besides that slight glitch in the proceedings these past two days have been very relaxing; three girls intent on getting “back to nature” aided by Snacketti crisps, chocolate and cigarettes. Beautiful.
On my way back to civilisation, I was invited to an authentic Tamil lunch which was absolutely delicious. But the funny thing was, the hosts ate with knife and fork whilst the guests (including me) tried our hands at eating with our right hand only.
On my way back to civilisation, I was invited to an authentic Tamil lunch which was absolutely delicious. But the funny thing was, the hosts ate with knife and fork whilst the guests (including me) tried our hands at eating with our right hand only.
August 16, 2005
Changes
A, sweet A, has broken up with her boyfriend of eight years. Love at first sight can come true after all, even after an eight year relationship.
I was sure that she and her ex would eventually marry, have kids and live happily ever after. But lo and behold, a knight in shining armour (or on a shining bicycle) cycled into her life two months ago and struck a chord. She put it quite beautifully: “I knew that if I were to stay with my ex I would need to forget this new guy. It was then I realised, that I did not want to forget him.”
I was sure that she and her ex would eventually marry, have kids and live happily ever after. But lo and behold, a knight in shining armour (or on a shining bicycle) cycled into her life two months ago and struck a chord. She put it quite beautifully: “I knew that if I were to stay with my ex I would need to forget this new guy. It was then I realised, that I did not want to forget him.”
Luxury of doing nothing
I am supposed to be finalising (or finally beginning would be more accurate) a ppt presentation of my diploma report, but today I gave in to the luxury of procrastination. My excuse was that my computer was in need of intense defragmentation, therefore I spent the afternoon pretending to read trashy girly novels whilst keeping half an eye on my lovable “hunk of junk”.
Vienna was beautiful, the coffee fantastic and the Sachertorte absolute luxury. Mum and I are equally immune to the “Japanese-tourist-syndrome” which means that we gave the typical Wiener schnitzel and other delicacies a miss (well, ok, besides the Sachertorte obviously) and instead gorged ourselves on sushi and imaginative breakfasts at weird hours (the bar at the MuMAK is highly recommendable).
Vienna was beautiful, the coffee fantastic and the Sachertorte absolute luxury. Mum and I are equally immune to the “Japanese-tourist-syndrome” which means that we gave the typical Wiener schnitzel and other delicacies a miss (well, ok, besides the Sachertorte obviously) and instead gorged ourselves on sushi and imaginative breakfasts at weird hours (the bar at the MuMAK is highly recommendable).
August 13, 2005
Darkness
To celebrate our 6th year anniversary I decided to test my boyfriend’s trust and lead him into darkness... which meant that I invited him to the Blinde Kuh. This restaurant (“blind cow”) is held in complete darkness (we’re talking pitch black) and staffed by blind waiters. To answer the inevitable question: no, the cooks are not blind and the food is pretty good.
On arrival we were asked to lock away all cell phones, watches, bracelets, jewelry, etc. anything that could or would give off light. The menu of the week was displayed on the wall in the foyer and we were told that we should choose beforehand to be able to place our order inside. After having mentally selected from the menu, we gave the sign that we were ready to enter the restaurant. Our waiter of the evening appeared and along with three other guests we formed a conga line. First he led us to a section which was slightly darker to let our eyes adjust, then, exited and not a little apprehensive, we were led into the pitch black. It was a weird feeling being unable to recognize anything at all, not even a shadow. We were led to our seats and when the waiter brought our order he told us exactly where he had put the drink / dish. I liked the way the waiter took his time to make sure that every guest was comfortable and reassured. At first I was quite alarmed, my heartbeat quickened and my breathing grew shallow. I do sometimes suffer from a slight claustrophobia. But having settled down and gotten used to the darkness, a strange sense of timelessness crept over me. I became very relaxed and still. It was as if a soft blanket was enveloping me, evoking a sense of safety and security. Not even the shrill voices of housewives discussing the sex life of a friend could disturb this lovely feeling. (I must admit, their conversation was at times quite amusing.) It is funny how darkness can make one lose one’s inhibitions. Dinner itself was quite good, but my table manners were completely lacking. I tried to eat with the cutlery, but gave up after deciding that finger food is by far my preferred mode of eating. All senses were sharpened and just touching the warm items was quite thrilling. Every sip I took and every bite I ate tickled my taste buds, making this an unforgettable culinary experience. When it came to dessert, I was just raring for a food fight. But reason triumphed over childishness and I ate my cinnamon ice-cream dutifully, savoring every little bit.
Relying on my hearing in the darkness, I could fully appreciate the beauty of Manuel’s voice. I have always been extremely sensitive about the sound of people’s voices and cannot stand shrillness. But I was glad to get out of the darkness after the meal. That was what made this experience so enjoyable, the knowledge that one’s time in darkness was limited and could be controlled at will. On the whole a highly recommendable experience for all looking for an extraordinary meal!
On arrival we were asked to lock away all cell phones, watches, bracelets, jewelry, etc. anything that could or would give off light. The menu of the week was displayed on the wall in the foyer and we were told that we should choose beforehand to be able to place our order inside. After having mentally selected from the menu, we gave the sign that we were ready to enter the restaurant. Our waiter of the evening appeared and along with three other guests we formed a conga line. First he led us to a section which was slightly darker to let our eyes adjust, then, exited and not a little apprehensive, we were led into the pitch black. It was a weird feeling being unable to recognize anything at all, not even a shadow. We were led to our seats and when the waiter brought our order he told us exactly where he had put the drink / dish. I liked the way the waiter took his time to make sure that every guest was comfortable and reassured. At first I was quite alarmed, my heartbeat quickened and my breathing grew shallow. I do sometimes suffer from a slight claustrophobia. But having settled down and gotten used to the darkness, a strange sense of timelessness crept over me. I became very relaxed and still. It was as if a soft blanket was enveloping me, evoking a sense of safety and security. Not even the shrill voices of housewives discussing the sex life of a friend could disturb this lovely feeling. (I must admit, their conversation was at times quite amusing.) It is funny how darkness can make one lose one’s inhibitions. Dinner itself was quite good, but my table manners were completely lacking. I tried to eat with the cutlery, but gave up after deciding that finger food is by far my preferred mode of eating. All senses were sharpened and just touching the warm items was quite thrilling. Every sip I took and every bite I ate tickled my taste buds, making this an unforgettable culinary experience. When it came to dessert, I was just raring for a food fight. But reason triumphed over childishness and I ate my cinnamon ice-cream dutifully, savoring every little bit.
Relying on my hearing in the darkness, I could fully appreciate the beauty of Manuel’s voice. I have always been extremely sensitive about the sound of people’s voices and cannot stand shrillness. But I was glad to get out of the darkness after the meal. That was what made this experience so enjoyable, the knowledge that one’s time in darkness was limited and could be controlled at will. On the whole a highly recommendable experience for all looking for an extraordinary meal!
August 12, 2005
Posh Porn
Just finished an extremely interesting (and not unduly thought provoking) book: The Diary of a Nymphomaniac by a prostitute called Valerie Tasso. It is interesting to note that suddenly many women have taken to writing, with what one can only describe as complete and utter candor, about their sex lives.
According to the Telegraph (English newspaper), Belle de Jour, a 20-something, who claims to be a working prostitute, has been writing a hugely entertaining weblog since last year. It was so successful that she published a book - guess what I'll be reading next!
According to the Telegraph (English newspaper), Belle de Jour, a 20-something, who claims to be a working prostitute, has been writing a hugely entertaining weblog since last year. It was so successful that she published a book - guess what I'll be reading next!
Tomorrow
Tomorrow I will finally be sitting in a plane again, experiencing the rush of adrenalin & fear at the take-off and landing. Mum was so kind as to invite me on a 3 day trip to one of Europe’s beautiful cities: Vienna. What is more, she has booked us into a “design” hotel! The pics look quite stylish - absolutely fantastic for a hotel-adorer like me.
August 11, 2005
memory lane
Wow, I cannot believe today is our 6-year anniversary.
M, let me take you down memory lane:
8 years ago I was cursing my luck when the most conceited blond smiley-boy joined our class in the Wirtschaftsgymnasium. I remember he sat behind me, next to A, as they knew each other from secondary school. I got him into trouble in his first English lesson by suggesting he give a smart answer to our military-minded teacher. Stupidly he did. Yes, I can be mean and I did not like him. His arrogant manner, the way he started hanging around with the people I liked, that he always needed to be centre of attention, his clothes, the colour of his hair, the way he walked, just everything made me wish he had not come into my life. When M (another classmate) and I decided to initiate special days (suit-day, blue hair day, etc.) he was the first to comment negatively. But surprise, surprise, he did turn up in a suit and agreed to put blue gunk on his hair.
He really brought out the worst in me: I remember trying to throw a wet sponge in his face during lesson time. I cannot remember the full turn of events, only that he sat behind me and for some reason pissed me off. Hot headed as I was, I stood up in the middle of the maths lesson and strode towards the blackboard. There I picked up the wet sponge, turned around and walked back to my place. I cannot remember if I threw the sponge at that point, or if M had jumped out of his seat and had moved away. The next memory I have is of me standing in front of the maths teacher with the sponge, trying to get a good aim at M who was hiding BEHIND the teacher. WHAT the teacher must have thought is beyond me! Anyway, I was sent from the room for “unruly conduct”. Good thing too, I guess.
But the idiot always used to take any opportunity to put my back up: I used to visit C at the Freies Gymnasium during her lunch hour on Fridays and of course came back stoned out of my mind. He was the one who got the WHOLE class singing “En Haifisch, en Haifisch, das isch en Fisch wo high isch”. Every Friday I would have to listen to a choir of young halfwits singing that song. Thankfully the weed was of very good quality.
I will never forget the first time he called me. At that time I used to hold regular telephone marathons with two classmates. But anyway, in those days we did not have ISDN so when M introduced himself I nearly dropped the phone in shock. I was so taken aback that I forgot to be polite and asked him straight out: “why on earth are you calling me?!”
But we chatted, I was civil, unsure if his calling was some elaborate trick of his mates. Somehow we started to get on and very soon after I found out that he was a Jehovah’s Witness. My interest in him increased tenfold! Conversations on “the meaning of life” and “God” were my favourite at that time. So I began to pick his brains on the Bible, the holy trinity, no sex before marriage, etc. Our telephone conversations became longer but I remained unsure if I liked him, as he still acted as if he was God’s gift to mankind.
He turned 18 and inherited a little Polo car from his brother. Our telephone conversations gave way to regular (almost daily) night time visits during which we talked until the wee hours of the morning. I believe many discussions were about my heavy consumption of illegal substances which he could and did not want to accept. Our feelings for each other were growing, but this budding relationship was further hampered by his baptism as a JW. Besides disapproving of smoking in general, the JW do not encourage relationships with people outside their religion. Cue a hard time for both of us, during which we maintained the status “just good friends”.
Fast forward to August 11, 1999, the day of the total solar eclipse. A few classmates & I had decided to drive up to a field in France somewhere to witness the spectacle. It was just after the summer holidays and M had been to America. He used to go on about me wearing flared trousers (I was a regular little hippie – sort of flower girl meets Dracula type of gal) and I positively HATED the clothes that he wore (disgusting fleece jackets and sensible tapered brown jeans - Mummy's choice). So imagine my pleasure when the boys came to pick me up and he stepped from the bus in absolutely gorgeous black flares! Apart from really liking those trousers (yes, I know) I interpreted his change of style as a sign that he really did like me.
Actually our getting together is not romantic at all. It was, so to speak, a third-party decision. After having “lost” the rest of the class at the Grün 99 (a class trip where we sort of forgot that we were with the class), some stunts where we went walking in the 9 o’clock break and came back one HOUR later claiming that we had not heard the bell (so embarrassing) or sitting in front of the classroom talking whilst the others were inside having a lesson, the others had finally tired of our repeated “no we are not together” and decided that as of that day we were.
A week or so later, tragedy hit my life when a good friend got hit by a drunk driver and died. My world came crashing down, leaving me reeling. C and M both helped me through those dark weeks, even though they intensely disliked each other (and still do, although both have grudgingly come to accept the other’s presence in my life). It was during that phase that M really established himself as someone I could lean on and I began to trust him.
M, let me take you down memory lane:
8 years ago I was cursing my luck when the most conceited blond smiley-boy joined our class in the Wirtschaftsgymnasium. I remember he sat behind me, next to A, as they knew each other from secondary school. I got him into trouble in his first English lesson by suggesting he give a smart answer to our military-minded teacher. Stupidly he did. Yes, I can be mean and I did not like him. His arrogant manner, the way he started hanging around with the people I liked, that he always needed to be centre of attention, his clothes, the colour of his hair, the way he walked, just everything made me wish he had not come into my life. When M (another classmate) and I decided to initiate special days (suit-day, blue hair day, etc.) he was the first to comment negatively. But surprise, surprise, he did turn up in a suit and agreed to put blue gunk on his hair.
He really brought out the worst in me: I remember trying to throw a wet sponge in his face during lesson time. I cannot remember the full turn of events, only that he sat behind me and for some reason pissed me off. Hot headed as I was, I stood up in the middle of the maths lesson and strode towards the blackboard. There I picked up the wet sponge, turned around and walked back to my place. I cannot remember if I threw the sponge at that point, or if M had jumped out of his seat and had moved away. The next memory I have is of me standing in front of the maths teacher with the sponge, trying to get a good aim at M who was hiding BEHIND the teacher. WHAT the teacher must have thought is beyond me! Anyway, I was sent from the room for “unruly conduct”. Good thing too, I guess.
But the idiot always used to take any opportunity to put my back up: I used to visit C at the Freies Gymnasium during her lunch hour on Fridays and of course came back stoned out of my mind. He was the one who got the WHOLE class singing “En Haifisch, en Haifisch, das isch en Fisch wo high isch”. Every Friday I would have to listen to a choir of young halfwits singing that song. Thankfully the weed was of very good quality.
I will never forget the first time he called me. At that time I used to hold regular telephone marathons with two classmates. But anyway, in those days we did not have ISDN so when M introduced himself I nearly dropped the phone in shock. I was so taken aback that I forgot to be polite and asked him straight out: “why on earth are you calling me?!”
But we chatted, I was civil, unsure if his calling was some elaborate trick of his mates. Somehow we started to get on and very soon after I found out that he was a Jehovah’s Witness. My interest in him increased tenfold! Conversations on “the meaning of life” and “God” were my favourite at that time. So I began to pick his brains on the Bible, the holy trinity, no sex before marriage, etc. Our telephone conversations became longer but I remained unsure if I liked him, as he still acted as if he was God’s gift to mankind.
He turned 18 and inherited a little Polo car from his brother. Our telephone conversations gave way to regular (almost daily) night time visits during which we talked until the wee hours of the morning. I believe many discussions were about my heavy consumption of illegal substances which he could and did not want to accept. Our feelings for each other were growing, but this budding relationship was further hampered by his baptism as a JW. Besides disapproving of smoking in general, the JW do not encourage relationships with people outside their religion. Cue a hard time for both of us, during which we maintained the status “just good friends”.
Fast forward to August 11, 1999, the day of the total solar eclipse. A few classmates & I had decided to drive up to a field in France somewhere to witness the spectacle. It was just after the summer holidays and M had been to America. He used to go on about me wearing flared trousers (I was a regular little hippie – sort of flower girl meets Dracula type of gal) and I positively HATED the clothes that he wore (disgusting fleece jackets and sensible tapered brown jeans - Mummy's choice). So imagine my pleasure when the boys came to pick me up and he stepped from the bus in absolutely gorgeous black flares! Apart from really liking those trousers (yes, I know) I interpreted his change of style as a sign that he really did like me.
Actually our getting together is not romantic at all. It was, so to speak, a third-party decision. After having “lost” the rest of the class at the Grün 99 (a class trip where we sort of forgot that we were with the class), some stunts where we went walking in the 9 o’clock break and came back one HOUR later claiming that we had not heard the bell (so embarrassing) or sitting in front of the classroom talking whilst the others were inside having a lesson, the others had finally tired of our repeated “no we are not together” and decided that as of that day we were.
A week or so later, tragedy hit my life when a good friend got hit by a drunk driver and died. My world came crashing down, leaving me reeling. C and M both helped me through those dark weeks, even though they intensely disliked each other (and still do, although both have grudgingly come to accept the other’s presence in my life). It was during that phase that M really established himself as someone I could lean on and I began to trust him.
August 04, 2005
The latest
France sent us the plan for our “soutenance” (final presentation of our work) yesterday and isn’t it just my luck: I get to present in front of all 3 headmasters. Great.
OH MY GOD!!!
Great.
If last year is anything to go by: the Swiss headmaster will favour me (at least that’s what I am hoping) as I am Swiss. The German headmaster will mark me down because I’m not German and the French headmaster will mark me down because as far as I know he doesn’t understand any English so he won’t understand a word I say. Consequently I will either be wearing a very short skirt with high heels or donning a blouse cut to the navel to increase my chance of a passing grade. Hmm. I may get marked down for flashing.
On a happier note, Mum’s taking me to Lisbon for a few days to soak up some sun. Let’s just hope the weather’s better over there than it is here!
OH MY GOD!!!
Great.
If last year is anything to go by: the Swiss headmaster will favour me (at least that’s what I am hoping) as I am Swiss. The German headmaster will mark me down because I’m not German and the French headmaster will mark me down because as far as I know he doesn’t understand any English so he won’t understand a word I say. Consequently I will either be wearing a very short skirt with high heels or donning a blouse cut to the navel to increase my chance of a passing grade. Hmm. I may get marked down for flashing.
On a happier note, Mum’s taking me to Lisbon for a few days to soak up some sun. Let’s just hope the weather’s better over there than it is here!
July 31, 2005
thoughts
Is it possible to ever trust someone fully?
Can I honestly say that I am worthy of another’s trust?
What is trust?
What is betrayal?
Is a white lie already betrayal?
What qualifies as a white lie?
Can someone’s white lie be considered betrayal by another?
Is it worse to lie with intent to deceive than with intent to protect someone’s feelings?
Is there a difference?
Is this relevant?
I guess not.
Can I honestly say that I am worthy of another’s trust?
What is trust?
What is betrayal?
Is a white lie already betrayal?
What qualifies as a white lie?
Can someone’s white lie be considered betrayal by another?
Is it worse to lie with intent to deceive than with intent to protect someone’s feelings?
Is there a difference?
Is this relevant?
I guess not.
July 29, 2005
so near and yet so far
I am sick to the back teeth of SRI, the pharmaceutical industry and anything else remotely related to my report. Who would have though that a few pages would have me tearing my hair out, spitting fire and snapping around like an irate crocodile! I am seriously considering dying my hair blond.. you don’t need to be a genius to figure out why..
July 27, 2005
cows - the true source of global warming?
Scientists are trying to prove that a herd of cows causes more pollution than a car.
So who knows, in a few years time our dear cows may be sporting sexy little machines (similar to catalytic converters) to help save our environment.
Conversation in 2020
Mum: "Look Harry, a cow!"
Little Harry: "cow!"
Mum: "Cows go moo, Harry. Moo moo and brrum brrum!"
So who knows, in a few years time our dear cows may be sporting sexy little machines (similar to catalytic converters) to help save our environment.
Conversation in 2020
Mum: "Look Harry, a cow!"
Little Harry: "cow!"
Mum: "Cows go moo, Harry. Moo moo and brrum brrum!"
July 25, 2005
Yap, yap, yap!
My family is driving me nuts! Completely insane! They will not stop talking to me. I am trapped & have no means of escape! My old room is now my parents’ dressing room (how appropriate), the kitchen is cramped, my brother’s room is bare, the TV room is taken up by my father, the computer room is stuffed to the brim with computers and I wont set foot in the cellar for fear of spiders, so there is nowhere to hide!
Ah good, in the time that it took to write this they all buggered off. Peace. What bliss.
Ah good, in the time that it took to write this they all buggered off. Peace. What bliss.
July 24, 2005
6 down, 1 to go
Last night I cast all pretence of composure and self-constraint into the winds and read Harry Potter cover to cover. It is quite a short book thankfully, only took me a couple of hours. Now my curiosity is stilled, I find that what is left is just a strange feeling of emptiness. Is it because of how Dumbledore died? No. Is it because the next Harry Potter will essentially be a showdown? Maybe. Is it because despite the constant reference to Voldemort the book failed to conjure up a certain sense of fear? Possible. Am I disappointed by the lack of adrenalin rush I anticipated? Of course.
On the whole the book was good (final verdict). JKR curbed her inclination to ramble on, thankfully, so the flow of the book was pretty good.
But still, somehow, I feel empty.
On the whole the book was good (final verdict). JKR curbed her inclination to ramble on, thankfully, so the flow of the book was pretty good.
But still, somehow, I feel empty.
July 21, 2005
Rest in peace
Oh my god Dumbledore dies! A horrible death. How inhuman of JKR!!!!! Admittedly I haven’t read the book yet, but just the fact that JKR killed off my favorite figure is soooooooooooooooooo disturbing. And of course HP lives on. His young spirit reeling from the traumatic events. Ugh. Couldn't she have killed off Ginny or Ron Weasley?!
I am disgusted.
July 11, 2005
Gimme, gimme, gimme
My heart is racing, blood is coursing through my veins, my whole body is tense. Lust has struck me like a bolt of lightning and I stare at the object of my desire with hungry eyes. Can it be, is it true? Yes, google.com has appeared on my screen and I am finally ONLINE AGAIN!
My heart goes out to my (second) love - the internet – which has welcomed me back warmly, albeit for a short time only. Mmmh.. Absolutely fantastic !
(I really hate Tele2 for keeping us waiting indefinitely for ADSL access – from now on I do not care how much money I can save by waiting just a little bit longer – my new motto is: now, now, NOW ! Ok. I am done. Bloody Tele2.)
My heart goes out to my (second) love - the internet – which has welcomed me back warmly, albeit for a short time only. Mmmh.. Absolutely fantastic !
(I really hate Tele2 for keeping us waiting indefinitely for ADSL access – from now on I do not care how much money I can save by waiting just a little bit longer – my new motto is: now, now, NOW ! Ok. I am done. Bloody Tele2.)
July 01, 2005
clean baby, clean
Today was the final day of one WHOLE MONTH of moving. Hallelujah! Moving isnt’t that bad really, but the worst was the cleaning. No matter how long we cleaned, there always seemed to be something else that needed attention. Well, at least it has shown me why on earth I study: to be able to get a job that will afford a cleaning lady! (Or a cleaning service on moving day!)
June 28, 2005
Fire & Water
Huge media event of the day: the village post office was struck by lightning! Luckily the resultant fire was quickly put out by the local fire brigade and thankfully no one was hurt. The couple who lives in the top floor was out. But what a homecoming they look forward to! Poor things.
June 27, 2005
A promise
To Manuel:
In that book which is
My memory..
On the first page
That is the chapter
when I first met you
Appear the words..
Here begins a new life
(La Vita Nuova) - Dante Alighieri
Thank you for being in it.
In that book which is
My memory..
On the first page
That is the chapter
when I first met you
Appear the words..
Here begins a new life
(La Vita Nuova) - Dante Alighieri
Thank you for being in it.
June 21, 2005
cloak and dagger operation
My flatmate smuggled me into the laboratory he works in this evening. Was quite interesting poking my nose into all sorts of unintelligible things (well at least they were quite confusing to me as a non-biologically minded person). Despite extremely simplified explanations of this that and the other, I would not be sure that I understood all the technical terms and procedures but it was very insightful nonetheless. But I sure am glad I did not study biology, as his job would drive me up the wall. The patience he must display on a daily basis is about the accumulated amount of what I manage to muster throughout a week. I must take a leaf out of his book. Patience is a virtue not (yet) present in my life. Maybe one day.. you never know.
June 17, 2005
He's here, the phantom of the opera
The most powerful lyrics ever written:
Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write
- the power of the music of the night..
Don't you just feel the Phantom weaving his magic web around you?
June 16, 2005
A trip down memory lane
I always knew I was born with the wrong sex! I now have written proof: This numerology report indicates that I should become a priest. (It just goes to show, Mum is never wrong. She's been going on about it ever since I can remember!) The report further states that according to my life path number I have a natural fascination for the occult and religions of this world. Freaky. I think I'm going to give away my Witches Bible and other books as those times are over. Or are they really? Wicca is on the rise, maybe one day it'll replace the Roman Catholic Church, you never know! (No new flatmates please don't worry, I am not going to "clean" our flat before we move in with a weird ritual!) I don't do that anymore. :-)
But if you're interested in getting to know the "real" you: Check out this free report under: http://www.123numerology.com/?hop=mcclain, it'll only take 2 min. But bear in mind the English language can be extremely ambiguous! And don't forget to include your middle name if you have one in the second part!
But if you're interested in getting to know the "real" you: Check out this free report under: http://www.123numerology.com/?hop=mcclain, it'll only take 2 min. But bear in mind the English language can be extremely ambiguous! And don't forget to include your middle name if you have one in the second part!
Bridging the Basel-Zürich divide
Yesterday I spent the whole day in Zürich. Strolling through the streets, sampling a quick bite of mango, eating breakfast for lunch (can’t get enough of that!), and I even proved to myself that my memory hasn’t vanished into a cloud of smoke after all: I found a café I once visited about 2 years ago!
After lunch we (S&M and I, like the abbreviation) meandered along the cobbled streets. My legs got a good workout as I was wearing high heels – in my defense I can state that I was wearing office shoes for a good reason - but besides that fact I came to the conclusion that Zürich is quite beautiful. I need to hang out there more often (well, as soon as I renew my Gleis7).
My key ring now sports a new key! It just dangles there promisingly, making me want to rush off to the next IKEA and go mad. But no, I have to try to focus on my report. :-( Oh well, IKEA's open until 9pm, so maybe later.. if I can get the car..
I've just been told that the company my dad works for has a huge family day coming on – cue for a family invasion! I missed last year’s but apparently the bands were quite good and the drinks were fair. And as a classmate of mine is organizing the event I guess I need to show my support (or so!).
After lunch we (S&M and I, like the abbreviation
My key ring now sports a new key! It just dangles there promisingly, making me want to rush off to the next IKEA and go mad. But no, I have to try to focus on my report. :-( Oh well, IKEA's open until 9pm, so maybe later.. if I can get the car..
I've just been told that the company my dad works for has a huge family day coming on – cue for a family invasion! I missed last year’s but apparently the bands were quite good and the drinks were fair. And as a classmate of mine is organizing the event I guess I need to show my support (or so!).
June 14, 2005
Gadgets
Enduring happiness comes with a 12 hour removable, rechargeable battery!
It's small, shiny, light blue, slightly heavy, provides for hours of enjoyment: I've found my new toy a Creative Zen Micro! My new MP3 Player! And if I'm lucky enough my boyfriend will let me access his computer and then bliss'll be complete!
It's small, shiny, light blue, slightly heavy, provides for hours of enjoyment: I've found my new toy a Creative Zen Micro! My new MP3 Player! And if I'm lucky enough my boyfriend will let me access his computer and then bliss'll be complete!
June 13, 2005
Soul searching
Again, again, and again I question my future. Do I really want to spend the rest of my days slaving away for someone else, working 8am to 10pm in some box with a glimmering screen, no life, no laughter, no happiness? Ok, so I could start up my own business, could work for myself, could do this, that and the other in the business world, and there is such a thing as work-life balance so what’s with the melodrama? Well, Miri’s “substitute” arrived today and she brought with her the key to my hidden dreams. The box is unlocked, the damage is done: my dreams surround me, darting here and there, teasing, tantalizing, and whispering enticements in my ear. And off I go again. I’m back to square one: in a clinch. On one hand I’m lured to the bright lights of capital cities, to the world of consumer goods, fashion, frivolity, lifestyle and design, but yet there is one side of me that keeps on wondering if I should not disappear off to the other corner of the world and try to do something useful with my life.
Anyway, my new flat mate for 3 weeks is called Vera, has learnt to be a midwife and goes off to developing countries where she teaches women how to become midwives. She’s just come back from Afghanistan. Her husband’s a photographer and they go off on projects together. Pretty admirable.
Anyway, my new flat mate for 3 weeks is called Vera, has learnt to be a midwife and goes off to developing countries where she teaches women how to become midwives. She’s just come back from Afghanistan. Her husband’s a photographer and they go off on projects together. Pretty admirable.
Home sweet home
Fantasy is slowly but surely becoming reality: we’re moving in to our new flat this Wednesday evening! I’m all excited, just got off the phone with our new landlord. He let slip that his wife watches the soap “Bianca” – I already like her. (Frivolous I agree, but soap operas have proven to be an important bonding factor for women!) Anyway, wow. I am speechless. :-)
June 10, 2005
sex & swissness
My mailbox yielded some very interesting mail this morning: I work as a mystery shopper and was asked to evaluate a local sex shop. They will even pay for me to buy something! I wonder how much a vibrator costs. Never thought I would be paid to please myself.
This is going to be a weird day, first thing this morning I got told off. L
I went to the post office and as it was completely empty, I headed directly for the only open desk. After our transaction the lady kindly pointed out that next time I should please take a ticket before approaching a desk, as otherwise it could disrupt the system. I just looked at her in amazement. Nobody had entered the post office since my arrival, we were completely alone. I was so astonished that I almost laughed out loud. She was completely serious so I just smiled and said I would do my best not to contribute to disrupting the system and left. What Swissness!
This is going to be a weird day, first thing this morning I got told off. L
I went to the post office and as it was completely empty, I headed directly for the only open desk. After our transaction the lady kindly pointed out that next time I should please take a ticket before approaching a desk, as otherwise it could disrupt the system. I just looked at her in amazement. Nobody had entered the post office since my arrival, we were completely alone. I was so astonished that I almost laughed out loud. She was completely serious so I just smiled and said I would do my best not to contribute to disrupting the system and left. What Swissness!
June 08, 2005
Children
I have just been told that a girl who was in my year has given birth to a girl. Well, congratulations to you proud mama and welcome little Kyra! You’ll soon learn all about this weird society you’ve entered!
But seriously I must say I was mildly shocked when I heard the news. Of course I know that 24 is a perfectly normal age to have children and get married etc. But it is so unthinkable for me now that confronted with the possibility I would be more likely to make for the hills! Besides, although I like children, I do prefer them from a distance (or asleep). I know, the mothering instinct seems to be slightly lacking. But maybe I’ll grow out of this slight wariness of screaming brats, or not. I don’t know.
What made me think was the fact that this girl from my village got pregnant despite being on the pill and never noticed (yes, honestly!) until the day of delivery. She went into hospital convinced she may have appendicitis (hello, does that seem familiar?) and came out with a baby! Just imagine!
But seriously I must say I was mildly shocked when I heard the news. Of course I know that 24 is a perfectly normal age to have children and get married etc. But it is so unthinkable for me now that confronted with the possibility I would be more likely to make for the hills! Besides, although I like children, I do prefer them from a distance (or asleep). I know, the mothering instinct seems to be slightly lacking. But maybe I’ll grow out of this slight wariness of screaming brats, or not. I don’t know.
What made me think was the fact that this girl from my village got pregnant despite being on the pill and never noticed (yes, honestly!) until the day of delivery. She went into hospital convinced she may have appendicitis (hello, does that seem familiar?) and came out with a baby! Just imagine!
June 06, 2005
The Germans
My German flat mate is proving to be my nemesis… for some reason I just cannot articulate properly when he’s around. I come out with all sorts of weird Swissgerman / German phrases!
Imagine this: the whole flat was invited for dinner by a neighbor. As both Miri & I were wearing skirts, I wanted to ask Stefan to bring along the key to the flat. So I called out to him: “Hey Stefan, da du als Einziger einen Sack hast, würdest du bitte den Schlüssel mitnehmen?”. With which I wanted to say: as you’re the only one with a pocket, could you please bring the keys”. But he just stared at me and burst out laughing. So I was like “what on earth are you laughing about?!” Then it dawned on me: the use of the word “Sack” is ambiguous: it can also mean “balls”. So here I was telling him that as he was the only one with balls, he should bring along the keys! Oops!
Doubtful as it may seem, I am actually perfectly capable of speaking proper high-German occasionally!
Yet another thing he found funny was when Miri moved out and I was helping her sort out her stuff. I was standing in front of an almost empty shelf in the kitchen half-trying to determine what belonged to me. Actually I was thinking of something completely different and I believe I was screwing up my face in thought. Anyway, Stefan was observing me as I believe he found it mildly fascinating as to why someone would stare at 3 items or so for over 4 minutes without moving. So having finished contemplating life (or so) my eyes lit upon my Grandmanier liquor. So I go “oh, my alcohol!” And he just falls apart. He’s like: fistly it took you that long?! and secondly of course the alcohol belongs to!
WHAT?! I wonder if my "wine phase" when he first moved in misled him slightly.
Practice makes perfect!
Well I've seen quite a few interesting things in my time, but this guy certainly takes the biscuit!
Check out the latest headlines: Man moves train with right ear
A Chinese man, Zhang, pulled a 24 ton train 40 metres within 4 minutes by his right ear.
June 03, 2005
Saved from homelessness!
The contract for our new apartment arrived today! After weeks of frustration and disappointment, fortune has decided to shine on us. Having gotten this far the minor details like the fact that only one for us four has physically set foot in the place and that it’s on the outskirts of town will not deter us from signing the document. Thankfully our representative at the visitation had the presence of mind to take some pictures with his cell phone. So based on his selling skills and five tiny photographs, we decided to leap into the unknown and go for it. I’m really looking forward to this move as my future flatmates are great and the flat is just next to a small stream which has lots of opportunities for grilling and hanging out.
The residents of our current building threw us a good-bye barbecue this week – very sweet of them. The three who own the building turned up as well (two live next door), one of whom I hadn’t met before. Those three have all had very different life paths, it is quite amazing that they found each other and banded together to buy a house.
The residents of our current building threw us a good-bye barbecue this week – very sweet of them. The three who own the building turned up as well (two live next door), one of whom I hadn’t met before. Those three have all had very different life paths, it is quite amazing that they found each other and banded together to buy a house.
May 30, 2005
The annoying brother...
My peace & quiet has been shattered by the annoying squalls of a singular individual... my brother. If you can believe it, I am actually going to move in with him... well, sisterly love only goes so far (not that he needs telling!).
Having spent the entire afternoon first obsessing about my thesis then about the GMAT (I still can't decide if I want to go out for a Masters or an MBA) my computer has now put a halt to my surfing addiction and has decided to overheat. AND it's not even warm today!
This irritability of mine may have something to do with the fact that I moved my sluggish body to the fitness studio at 7 am this morning. Weird thing though – I actually enjoyed it. Wonder if I can muster enough nerve to do the same tomorrow? The only speck on the horizon was the presence of the studio’s owner this morning – a complete nitwit. I was happily chatting away to this new girl at the reception; she was really nice, quite bright and perky at that early hour. But then, out of the blue her boss appeared. I cannot stand the sight of that self-satisfied smile. His arrogant manner is so off-putting that I have seriously checked out other studios as possible alternatives, but to no avail.
Why don’t I like the guy? Well, besides having gotten rid of almost all of the fitness instructors I liked, we had a misunderstanding the first time we met: he practically accused me of sneaking in on the sly! On that day I had bought a single entry and as I did not sign out with a badge like regular members do, he adopted a very rude and overbearing tone, trying to wheedle the information out of me as to how I had gained access to the studio. The nitwit did not cop on to the fact that there were such things as a single entries. Fool. But it was not what was being said that irked me, but his whole manner. As soon as he realized that I had not done anything wrong and may actually be a potential customer, he changed his tune completely. From steely looks and unfriendly countenance he went to “we are the best of friends & don’t you want to become a regular member?” You could practically see the money signs rotating behind his eyes. Pathetic. Well, there can be too much of a good thing!
Having spent the entire afternoon first obsessing about my thesis then about the GMAT (I still can't decide if I want to go out for a Masters or an MBA) my computer has now put a halt to my surfing addiction and has decided to overheat. AND it's not even warm today!
This irritability of mine may have something to do with the fact that I moved my sluggish body to the fitness studio at 7 am this morning. Weird thing though – I actually enjoyed it. Wonder if I can muster enough nerve to do the same tomorrow? The only speck on the horizon was the presence of the studio’s owner this morning – a complete nitwit. I was happily chatting away to this new girl at the reception; she was really nice, quite bright and perky at that early hour. But then, out of the blue her boss appeared. I cannot stand the sight of that self-satisfied smile. His arrogant manner is so off-putting that I have seriously checked out other studios as possible alternatives, but to no avail.
Why don’t I like the guy? Well, besides having gotten rid of almost all of the fitness instructors I liked, we had a misunderstanding the first time we met: he practically accused me of sneaking in on the sly! On that day I had bought a single entry and as I did not sign out with a badge like regular members do, he adopted a very rude and overbearing tone, trying to wheedle the information out of me as to how I had gained access to the studio. The nitwit did not cop on to the fact that there were such things as a single entries. Fool. But it was not what was being said that irked me, but his whole manner. As soon as he realized that I had not done anything wrong and may actually be a potential customer, he changed his tune completely. From steely looks and unfriendly countenance he went to “we are the best of friends & don’t you want to become a regular member?” You could practically see the money signs rotating behind his eyes. Pathetic. Well, there can be too much of a good thing!
May 26, 2005
Where there's a will there's a way...
Dieting boy ate dog's dinner
The parents of a dieting Italian boy have worked out why he was still putting on weight - he was stealing the dog's dinner.
People do say that having a pet does wonders for your health, but I do believe that they did not have this boy's enterprising antics in mind!
This may be the start of a new trend amongst obese children, who knows, it could even give a whole new meaning to the term "hot dog"...
The parents of a dieting Italian boy have worked out why he was still putting on weight - he was stealing the dog's dinner.
People do say that having a pet does wonders for your health, but I do believe that they did not have this boy's enterprising antics in mind!
This may be the start of a new trend amongst obese children, who knows, it could even give a whole new meaning to the term "hot dog"...
The first mosquito of the season!
I’m having a thought here… is it wise to disclose the fact that one hosts a blog in a job interview? Is it wise to host a weblog at all? Hanging your thoughts and dreams out on your sleeve to an audience of millions, disclosing your darkest secrets and posting one’s hopes and joys in an online diary gives rise to an inordinate amount of information about the author. Of course the chances are that most likely all information will eventually disappear into oblivion (also known as the nirvana of the net) but what if… identity theft is increasingly common these days. Besides, as I am far more likely to encounter dangers in my own household (most accidents happen at home) than have my identity stolen, I guess these thoughts are unfounded. This does justify continuing to blog, but what about disclosing it to potential employers?
Life, love & luxury
Ah, the idle life...
This past week I did a good deed and spent a whole day listening to the woes of my new flatmate. He seems to be heartbrokenly in love with his ex-girlfriend and desperately wants her back. But they are both quite stubborn and are clinging to the wrongs of the other in an attempt to avoid a compromise. Yet there may be light at the end of the tunnel: the ex-girlfriend turned up yesterday and they both set off beaming. I haven't seen (or heard from) him since. :-)
Apart from playing the part of an agony aunt I have broken all my promises of trying to live more healthily after finishing my last semester: yesterday I subsisted on cheesecake and italian gelati, popcorn, as well as cider and wine. Ah, living in the lap of luxury... Mum decided that the latest must have is the Nespresso coffee machine (she drinks one coffee a day at most and even then it's decaf!), so we are now the proud owners of a sexy little model! Caffeine, the ambrosia & nectar of students and business people alike.
This past week I did a good deed and spent a whole day listening to the woes of my new flatmate. He seems to be heartbrokenly in love with his ex-girlfriend and desperately wants her back. But they are both quite stubborn and are clinging to the wrongs of the other in an attempt to avoid a compromise. Yet there may be light at the end of the tunnel: the ex-girlfriend turned up yesterday and they both set off beaming. I haven't seen (or heard from) him since. :-)
Apart from playing the part of an agony aunt I have broken all my promises of trying to live more healthily after finishing my last semester: yesterday I subsisted on cheesecake and italian gelati, popcorn, as well as cider and wine. Ah, living in the lap of luxury... Mum decided that the latest must have is the Nespresso coffee machine (she drinks one coffee a day at most and even then it's decaf!), so we are now the proud owners of a sexy little model! Caffeine, the ambrosia & nectar of students and business people alike.
May 21, 2005
Joe Cocker was at his best last night, performing live to a full house on his birthday. The audience loved the old man jumping up and down on stage at the end of each song. He has aged well, his voice raspier than ever. Hearing him cover “With a little help from my friends” (Beatles) sent goosebumps down my spine.
Some fit of misguided friendliness on my part had made me agree to participate in a photo-shoot for my course's new brochure. Not that I am particularly photogenic or good looking, but when my headmaster asked a bunch of us to turn up on Saturday morning at 11 am I half-heartedly agreed. In the end I was glad that I went, as only a handful of the students turned up.
Some fit of misguided friendliness on my part had made me agree to participate in a photo-shoot for my course's new brochure. Not that I am particularly photogenic or good looking, but when my headmaster asked a bunch of us to turn up on Saturday morning at 11 am I half-heartedly agreed. In the end I was glad that I went, as only a handful of the students turned up.
May 18, 2005
The newest eccentricities of our time...
Monday 16th May 2005
A German restaurant discovers an unusual USP: maggots
Their menu includes maggot salads, fried maggots with cactus and corn, maggot desserts such as maggots in ice cream or chocolate sauce, and even goes so far as to suggest maggot cocktails.
Teenager Sarah Azubi, 17, said: I had them deep fried, they were crunchy like chips and tasted a bit like nuts, with a soft juicy bit in the middle around a crunchy shell."
Wednesday 4th May 2005
Place your face in the hands of porn star Lyn May, who has launched a moisturiser made out of semen in Mexico.
A German restaurant discovers an unusual USP: maggots
Their menu includes maggot salads, fried maggots with cactus and corn, maggot desserts such as maggots in ice cream or chocolate sauce, and even goes so far as to suggest maggot cocktails.
Teenager Sarah Azubi, 17, said: I had them deep fried, they were crunchy like chips and tasted a bit like nuts, with a soft juicy bit in the middle around a crunchy shell."
Wednesday 4th May 2005
Place your face in the hands of porn star Lyn May, who has launched a moisturiser made out of semen in Mexico.
May 16, 2005
Daffodils (1804)
One of my favourite poems
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850) .
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850) .
I'm singin' in the rain!
Once upon a time there were 4 students (2 guys & 2 girls) who decided to live together. Full of hope and optimism they set out into the jungle of flats, real estate agents and hostile landlords. Yet success was not forthcoming and slowly but surely their good spirits dwindled in the face of unsuitable layouts, rude rebukes and ever decreasing possibilities. Fairy godmother where art thou? The wicked witch has gotten a firm hold on Basel’s property market… A miracle is needed by July 1st to help save us from homelessness! But no answer came from their fairy godmother (courtesy of Nevereverland Spa - Rest & relaxation the Hungarian way; run by Dekciw Hchiw Inc.) and the 4 students quested on in vain for a habitable property in Basilea Basiliensis.
May 11, 2005
Beyond L'Oréal
So we didn’t win the L’Oréal competition, but we came in a very close second (out of 8 teams). L’Oréal was sufficiently impressed with our performance to say that they would be more open to consider applications from non-university students (!). As if that wasn’t praise enough they went on to say that they are going to dream up a little surprise to compensate for the fact that we cannot go to Paris!
Oh sure, I am disappointed that we didn’t win, but all things considered this is the best that could have happened!
Now I’m back at my desk, from one grindstone to the next, and immersing myself in Socially Responsible Investment. A fascinating subject, just writing about it is a bit of a drag.
But only 3 more months and then I am free! Future watch out, here I come!
Oh sure, I am disappointed that we didn’t win, but all things considered this is the best that could have happened!
Now I’m back at my desk, from one grindstone to the next, and immersing myself in Socially Responsible Investment. A fascinating subject, just writing about it is a bit of a drag.
But only 3 more months and then I am free! Future watch out, here I come!
April 30, 2005
A new life!!!!
I have finished school!!!
These past four years have just flown by, chockablock with so many memories, experiences, laughter, tears, stress, fear, happiness, ... But now, suddenly everything is over. Well, technically I have not really finished school yet, I still have my thesis to write, but I am free, released from Colmar! Released from the mental chains that bound and stifled me for the past 3 months!
I could hardly contain myself yesterday after the final exam - this huge bout of adrenalin just rushed through my veins when I handed in my paper. I was so psyched that I practically skipped out of the room.
So now we have time to plunge head on into L'Oréal. Which is proving to be a real headache: the advertising company is really taking its time. It was quite rich as to how they took the liberty to decided for us which product they were going to display (we had no say whatsoever and we're supposed to be the client!) and we have had no further news from them for the past 3 weeks. I would even go so far as to suspect that the switchboard person has been instructed not to put us through. The final presenation is in two weeks time so time is running out.
March 02, 2005
Save our environment!
Wonder what they'll think of next!
Eco-friendly firm making paper out of kangaroo poop
Associated Press
Feb. 15, 2005 09:05 AM
CANBERRA, Australia - An environmentally friendly paper manufacturer has stumbled upon an unlikely way to put an unwanted natural resource to good use.
The company has created its first batch of paper from marsupial manure.
Land owners around the Tasmania state town of Burnie helped scrape together 55 pounds of kangaroo and wallaby dung for the local business, Creative Paper Tasmania, to make the unique paper pulp, manager Joanne Gair said Tuesday.
"It's a great product for tourists but it's also something that gets our eco-friendly message home to a lot of people," said Gair, whose paper products contain no wood.
The sand-colored sheets will be embossed with the words "Genuine Kangaroo Poo," she said. Roughly 400 sheets can be made from 55 pounds of the fibrous droppings.
"We've got enough to make our first batch but if we're going to get into serious production, we're going to need a bit of assistance," she said.
Eco-friendly firm making paper out of kangaroo poop
Associated Press
Feb. 15, 2005 09:05 AM
CANBERRA, Australia - An environmentally friendly paper manufacturer has stumbled upon an unlikely way to put an unwanted natural resource to good use.
The company has created its first batch of paper from marsupial manure.
Land owners around the Tasmania state town of Burnie helped scrape together 55 pounds of kangaroo and wallaby dung for the local business, Creative Paper Tasmania, to make the unique paper pulp, manager Joanne Gair said Tuesday.
"It's a great product for tourists but it's also something that gets our eco-friendly message home to a lot of people," said Gair, whose paper products contain no wood.
The sand-colored sheets will be embossed with the words "Genuine Kangaroo Poo," she said. Roughly 400 sheets can be made from 55 pounds of the fibrous droppings.
"We've got enough to make our first batch but if we're going to get into serious production, we're going to need a bit of assistance," she said.
Bon appétit!
You might want to think twice before you crack open that new bottle of Tomato Ketchup...
WOMAN FINDS PENIS IN TOMATO SAUCE BOTTLE
(Sweden, AFP) - A Swedish woman reportedly found a penis in a bottle of ketchup. Viktoria Ed said she was lucky enough to discover the organ before putting the sauce on her bread rolls, unlike her husband Stefan and their children. "It looked like a penis, of an adult if it's human, and medium-sized," she said. "It's disgusting. The top of the bottle was intact, as if it had just left the factory. We would like to know how this thing ended up in a ketchup bottle." The Godegaarden brand ketchup was made in Turkey and distributed in Sweden by the company Axfood. The shop where the ketchup was bought has thrown out the rest of its stock. "I will never buy this brand again, it's finished," vowed Ed. Police have taken the object for analysis.
WOMAN FINDS PENIS IN TOMATO SAUCE BOTTLE
(Sweden, AFP) - A Swedish woman reportedly found a penis in a bottle of ketchup. Viktoria Ed said she was lucky enough to discover the organ before putting the sauce on her bread rolls, unlike her husband Stefan and their children. "It looked like a penis, of an adult if it's human, and medium-sized," she said. "It's disgusting. The top of the bottle was intact, as if it had just left the factory. We would like to know how this thing ended up in a ketchup bottle." The Godegaarden brand ketchup was made in Turkey and distributed in Sweden by the company Axfood. The shop where the ketchup was bought has thrown out the rest of its stock. "I will never buy this brand again, it's finished," vowed Ed. Police have taken the object for analysis.
February 10, 2005
Sex scandal rocks Wonka factory
The remake of the film "Willy Wonka" (to be shown as "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory")promises to be quite enlightening...
Shocking Details Reveal How Diminutive Orange Laborers Put the "Imp" In "Impropriety"
Authorities have stunned the world with lurid reports of a sweeping investigation into a sex scandal involving employees of renowned candy manufacturer Willy Wonka.
An 18-month investigation has resulted in numerous arrests, including the indictments of dozens of Oompa Loompas, the diminutive workers at the factory made famous in a well-known documentary film entitled, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
Shocking Details Reveal How Diminutive Orange Laborers Put the "Imp" In "Impropriety"
Authorities have stunned the world with lurid reports of a sweeping investigation into a sex scandal involving employees of renowned candy manufacturer Willy Wonka.
An 18-month investigation has resulted in numerous arrests, including the indictments of dozens of Oompa Loompas, the diminutive workers at the factory made famous in a well-known documentary film entitled, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
February 03, 2005
Brief update
So much has happened:
Broke up with my lying rat of a boyfriend in December, however rethought that after I noticed that his absence seriously disrupts my peace of mind (a serious drawback as was sitting initial exams). Yet all may turn out for the best, for he saw the err of his ways and eliminated a certain disturbance in his life, so I decided give him another chance. Retaining a certain amount of scepticism and keeping both eyes open, I just take each day as it comes. ; -) But at least I can study! Speaking of which, I believe this escapism of mine has led me to rediscover my blog…
Broke up with my lying rat of a boyfriend in December, however rethought that after I noticed that his absence seriously disrupts my peace of mind (a serious drawback as was sitting initial exams). Yet all may turn out for the best, for he saw the err of his ways and eliminated a certain disturbance in his life, so I decided give him another chance. Retaining a certain amount of scepticism and keeping both eyes open, I just take each day as it comes. ; -) But at least I can study! Speaking of which, I believe this escapism of mine has led me to rediscover my blog…
Fanfare please
ARRRRGGGGGHHHH!
Just another 3 months and then I am free!
My final semester begins next week, only another 3 months of pure hell ahead and then I’ll be thrown out into the cutthroat world of employment, money, debt and bills. Ah, heaven.
As if I didn’t have enough to do, I rallied two dynamic friends of mine and together we applied to L’Oréal for their Brandstorm competition. To be honest, the preparation for the interview was the best bit: L’s friend is a hairdresser whom we enticed to go wild with our tresses. Being quite a mad woman she took us at our word and three hours later saw us heading off for the interview with an updo, spiky hair and a mass of curls! Pair that with flamboyant makeup (loads of gold glitter and pink eye shadow) and you had a recipe for success. Needless to say, they hired us on the spot!
Now we have until May to come up with a fantastic idea for their Studioline brand – they want us to revamp the whole line and introduce a new product. We are competing against 7 other teams for the national final; the winner gets to go to Paris.
Unfortunately this overlaps with our final exams, but hey, such a minor detail won’t stop us. Neither will the fact that we are studying in France and that our access to the internet is extremely restricted. Give us a challenge and we’ll rise to the occasion!
Just another 3 months and then I am free!
My final semester begins next week, only another 3 months of pure hell ahead and then I’ll be thrown out into the cutthroat world of employment, money, debt and bills. Ah, heaven.
As if I didn’t have enough to do, I rallied two dynamic friends of mine and together we applied to L’Oréal for their Brandstorm competition. To be honest, the preparation for the interview was the best bit: L’s friend is a hairdresser whom we enticed to go wild with our tresses. Being quite a mad woman she took us at our word and three hours later saw us heading off for the interview with an updo, spiky hair and a mass of curls! Pair that with flamboyant makeup (loads of gold glitter and pink eye shadow) and you had a recipe for success. Needless to say, they hired us on the spot!
Now we have until May to come up with a fantastic idea for their Studioline brand – they want us to revamp the whole line and introduce a new product. We are competing against 7 other teams for the national final; the winner gets to go to Paris.
Unfortunately this overlaps with our final exams, but hey, such a minor detail won’t stop us. Neither will the fact that we are studying in France and that our access to the internet is extremely restricted. Give us a challenge and we’ll rise to the occasion!
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