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Apocalyps

I was about to update my blog when the end of times appeared to have started. One by one all the sites I used became out of reach.

(Het is dat Belcampo toen hij 'Het grote gebeuren' schreef nog niet bekend was met internet, maar anders had een geleidelijke uitval van het internet toch echt plaats gevonden in dit verhaal.)

Luckily enough Skype was still working, so I called my mother. It was a big relieve to be still able to talk to her when big things were happening.

The other thing that happened to me this week is that I got old. It started with me no longer being able to see the end of the pooltable and it ended with me turning a year older. The turning old thin was actually quit pleasant. My friends and neighbours deprived me of my highly valued sleep. First by feeding me cake at midnight than by asking me in the morning how I wanted to have my egg.




Breakfast with Miriam, Renato, Lai, Yumi and Jurg.
More prezzies drinks and sleep depriving where to follow during the day and night.

pan

A very common miscomprehension of the Japanese language is that the word pan means bread.

It might surprise you, but there actually are methods of making this.. wel this foam taste quite well(I bed for a piece of this foam that the producers of it knew how to ad soybeans to it (according to a Muslim neighbour they also know how to ad pork to it)).

The most easiest would be to toast it and enrich it whit peanut butter (ピーナッツバター).

A bit more smelly would be to mix the following ingredients; table soft (butter might work out as well) parsley, lots of garlic, some salt spread it out on the foam, toast it for four minutes. And then, then everything will become very garlickly.

hello

I should update my blog. I think the nicest thing about blogs are pictures. Since I haven't been making any pictures lately I just posted a picture from my archive.

autum

November is this nice time of the year when leaves change their colour. Something quit enjoyable to see in the mountains. It is also the time of the year the toiletseats are electricly heated again. A real plessure for your buttocks I might ad. A jolly good time

Breakfast revisited

Today I had a real breakfast in the morning thing. Today was a really special breakfast because I have been doing stuff before breakfast. I got op five to eight and went to the lobby to do some yoga with Brynjar (the Norwegian, see story on climbing a mountain), Jurg (the angry German, see picture of guy and fire and guy with guitar) and Yumi (someday a picture of her will be on my blog) . After waiting for a while on our teacher Kumar the nice Indian guy we decided that Brynjar was going to be the person to pull him out of his bed.Half an hour later we started our yoga class. I wonder what would be healthier to get a decent amount of sleep or to do yoga? It definitely is a way to wake up. After one hour of yoga I noticed a spot on my shirt just underneath my armpit. After the first shock of the possibility that I might have been sweating (i.e. did sports) was over I realized that I must have spilled some deodorant.