So last tuesday we got our keys to our very own apartment! 
I got home from work, we drove to our notary where we listened to his reading of the registration of our loan. Then, we all drove to the notary of the seller who was located in the center of Antwerp. And like always there was a traffic jam on highway ring around the city. It took us 15minutes longer to get there. Then wy finally sign the last documents and received the key. 
Afterwards we tried to avoid the traffic on the highway by going trough the center of Antwerp, only to come across more cars... Very frustrating, and a headache started to really annoy me. Finally we arrived at our bank at 20h40! to sign a debt saldo insurance. 

We were home at 21h30. I ate and went to bed...

Now it is friday, and I haven't even been at our apartment yet! I go to work, do overtime, come home to eat and to sleep. I feel very tired and we have a painting and moving week in front of us. But luckily my boyfriend is unemployed (for the moment) so he has plenty of time.
So yesterday evening I was deciding on witch colors I would like on the walls... You know, you have a pretty good idea of what you want, but when you actually have to decide you start doubting everything. *a little bit darker yellow; red is a bit to aggressive..*

After the move is over I can start to decide on furniture...

Stolen from chicago21 
 

Mmm, let 's see. 
I like to explore new countries. CHECK
I follow my own path. NOT SO SURE, BUT I AM NOT A HANGER-ON.
I am usually pretty relaxed. I TEND TO LOOK RELAXED, BUT THAT'S WRONG A LOT OF TIMES.
I am spicy and exotic. DEFINITELY NOT. I AM PLAIN AVERAGE.


And some music to finish. MILOW - The ride.
 

Enjoy your day! I have for you a (dutch) poem, written by my father about the rain, since I thought with all these rainy days you vould use some happy rain-thoughts...

- - This is only in Dutch right now, written for dutchfanfics. When I find the time I will translate... - -

auteur: leinte 
fandom: Lost, Lostpedia, of gewoon op wikipedia of IMDB
titel: Als hij haar ziet
disclaimer: De personages zij niet van mij. Ik leen ze enkel.
personages: Jack Shephard, Kate Austen
inhoud: Hij heeft de gewoonte te knipogen als hij haar ziet.
notities: Dit is de eerste keer dat ik eerst in het Nederlands schrijf, en dan vertaal naar het Engels. Het heeft zijn voor- en nadelen!

Title: This is where it all ends
Fandom: Prison Break
Character: Michael Scofield
Length: very short drabble
Summary: This is where it all ends. You and me. Without a reason for love. Without a reason to love.
Disclaimer: I do not own Prison Break, nor the characters.
Authors notes: I wrote this a while ago after S03E09 - Boxed In, to put Michael's thoughts on paper after he spoke to Gretchen. But I didn't post it until now that I have seen S03E13. He still feels the same way.

I just read this at Fox-river.net in the spoiler section. It has just ruined my day! EP 13 is coming and I had such high hopes.

Just a short poem to write my frustrations away.
The workers i have to face every day, sometimes are getting on my nerves. All their sexist remarks and jokes.
I manage and I seen tough, but it does get to me.


Because I am a woman

It is the way they act.
It is the way they suddenly stop talking.

It are the things they say.
it is the way they look.

They say I am not different.

I am.

They make me different.

I was passing my time going through wikipedia, reading this list of LiveJournal users. And right at the end I found the 'infamous LiveJournals' witch listed Taylor Behl. A 17 year old girl who was murdered in 2005.
I went to see her LiveJournal tiabliaj .
In an effort to honnor her, I copied her meme on 8th april 2005

I just returned home from a party. It had been a while since my last one. (I am counting... It must have been september!) I really needed it. Dancing and drinking! A fun way to and a week of hard work. I need to do this more often.

Who remembers this show?

I used to be 12 when it was aired, and I loved the show.
I went to watch then at the Sportpaleis in Antwerp when they toured.
I guess Kim and Tommy were my first shipper-couple!

For some reason I thought about it again after watching Stargate SG-1 last sunday. Don't know what made me compare them!

TITLE:                London Baby

Rating:             G

Pairing:            None

Characters:     Sarah Wayne Callies, Wentworth Miller

Summary:        A telephone conversation between Wentworth Miller and Sarah Wayne Callies, set march 2010. Just something that was hopping around in my mind for a while. And I am sorry to disappoint you, but in this fic there is no ‘love’-connection between our two beloved celebrities.

 With al this heavy wind, I had a terrifying collision this afternoon.

So I was driving on the high way, trying to drive past a truck when, out of nowhere, this thing smashed into my cars front bumper, rolling over my frond window, and flying away on my roof! 
I was shocked. I thought it was a dead goose, but my passenger was certain it was a big sort of fruit?

Eihter way it was a hard bang, and luckily my window didn't break, nor did lose control over the steering wheel.
Later, when I arrived at the work-yard I checked my car and I found a piece of linoleum flooring stuck between my frond-bumper. 

Nothing broken, my car is still in one piece. 
Damn, I almost got myself a new car!
 

Last day of work.

Tomorrow I will be taking the plain all the way to Africa! To Rd Congo to be exact.
 My boyfriend is working there in development cooperation. (Don't know if I translated that right.) I haven't seen him since last july, when I went  over there for 3 weeks. It has been tough, but hey, I made it!

There will be a lot of bed-activity! ;-))

So don't expect me to post for 3 weeks. Congo isn't really that developed, so not so many internet connections are available. 

Some Picks of my last visit:

 

So to all happy holidays! I'll send you my love all the way from Congo.

Always, when you're already late for work, something bad happens.

This morning, I was late again so I tried to be faster by running through the hall and not bothering to turn on the lights.
When the most unfortunate event occurred of me running against the door! It was a loud BANG, and I was paralysed the very instant. It hurts a lot! But I didn't want to scream 'cause my sister and my parents were still in bed. *I was strong.*

I have a sore lip and my nose is really hurting me now. I have an itching pain right between my eyes.
I am already happy there are no visible injuries. No-one can laugh with my torn face...

 Finish the sentence:

Nobody is to old...

...to receive gifts from Saint Nicholas!

 I just showed my boyfriend my LJ. And he didn't understand a thing about Fanfic!

Something to explain him when he comes back home in Februari!