Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Sometimes...Some things just cut the cake in being incredible
Mother and daughter were burnt in car
A 74-year old woman and her 52-year old daughter got in an accident when their car caught fire. The daughter lost control of the steering, the car drove off a slope, came to a halt being flipped against a tree and caught fire. The firebrigade could not save the women in time.
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
Temptation
Why is it so tempting to write
on these smooth leather seats?
I was wondering that day...
Monday, 18 August 2008
Spreading the love
At 3 am we started blowing up the 500 heart-shaped balloons that would cheer up the neighbourhood of Roombeek. Tending to remind of the firework-disaster that happened here, a lot of balloons were killed by a loud bang. Not intentionally though, to blame was the badly adjusted helium tank.
Sunday, 17 August 2008
On the way to Malaysia
As I kind of feared, a big, fat, smelly man was sitting next to me in the plane. Well, he didn't really stink, but I wasn't going to smell extra to make sure. And he wasn't as fat as I had imagined. I guess my anticipation already made the trip less harder to endure.
As I sat down, he didn't look or speak at me.
I was sitting at the emergency door. This meant we had a lot of foot space. Directly facing us were the stewardess's seats. A woman sat down. I started talking to her instead, because the man didn't give the impression he would let his eyes off his car-magazine for one second. The woman kept staring at the other side of the isle.
Having asked why she could sit in the stewardess seat she told me she was one herself. But on a holiday.
She also told me she was Romanian. I could recognise some of that in her face.
Now she was travelling on another company. She worked on Emirates, we were flying Lufthansa. I wanted to ask her more, but then the real stewardess was taking her seat and kind of stole my conversation.
I can't blame her, because she didn't know I was interested in this woman's story.
I tried joining the converstation, the Romanian woman looked back at me sympathetically, but there was no way to get in between them. I let them have their talk, from one stewardess to another.
I had put on my headphone and listened to the arm-rest radio. Greatest channel for in-flight listening was the lounge channel in my opinion. You just fly along with the music. I must have listened this channel a great deal, because I remember that on the entire flight I've heard 2 songs repeatedly. The program must have restarted after an entire cycle. I will never forget that tune. Really loungy music that some Germans would love and I normally would hate for its sweetness, but on this flight it was the best music I could have wished for.
...Cyprus...
I caught that word from the conversation the women had. I believe the stewardess in function must have been from that area. I'd have guessed she was Greek. She looked more Greek to me than Turkish. She had a big nose. She was pretty tall for a stewardess. She wore glasses. She didn't seem extremely young, but she also didn't look like she was the most experienced one either.
I could almost look in her skirt. I was sitting directly in front of her. But I didn't look. I didn't want to look. The girls were having so much fun, but I couldn't hear what they were saying and it was hopeless to get in between that way.
The man didn't care. He just kept his mouth shut. The only words that would come out were the answer to the steward whether he would like chicken or pasta. And even then I couldn't hear him.
The Greek stewardess did have the seat in front of me, but she was going to serve the people ahead of us. Probably buisiness class. And then she closed the curtain. Which wouldn't close completely. You would still see the corridor.
Now I had the chance to ask more to the Romanian woman.
'Who were you looking at?' I asked.
'My husband.' she said. 'He's also a steward. We work on the same company.'
'Aha...! And why don't you sit together?'
'We have spare seats, because we are stewards.' she said.
'Did you meet at work then? And how long are you together?'
'Actually, we just married 2 days ago and now we're going on a honeymoon.'
'Really?? Wow..! Are you going to Bangkok or Kuala Lumpur?'
'We're going to Cambodia actually...'
'Really?'
'We'll change in Bangkok and continue to Ankor.'
I then asked her 'Did you see that movie from Wong Kar Wai, In the mood for love?? I think it's also in that place. Really nice.'
'I think not...'
'I had a girlfriend from Cambodia...or actually her parents.'
The woman used the two folding chairs as a bed to sleep on. Sometimes she would walk back to her brand-new husband.
One time he also came to our side of the isle. I congratulated them.
How nice, a steward's couple, on the way to their honeymoon, with the transportation they are so familiar with.
In Bangkok they left. As the woman was standing up to leave I wished them to have a good time.
I didn't ask for their name. I didn't have to. They were "the flying couple".
If I had not talked to them, I would be oblivious to this wonderful given.
The man next to me never spoke a word on the trip. Maybe he expected a small, skinny Chinese boy and was so surprised it came true that he couldn't open his mouth for the entire trip.
As I sat down, he didn't look or speak at me.
I was sitting at the emergency door. This meant we had a lot of foot space. Directly facing us were the stewardess's seats. A woman sat down. I started talking to her instead, because the man didn't give the impression he would let his eyes off his car-magazine for one second. The woman kept staring at the other side of the isle.
Having asked why she could sit in the stewardess seat she told me she was one herself. But on a holiday.
She also told me she was Romanian. I could recognise some of that in her face.
Now she was travelling on another company. She worked on Emirates, we were flying Lufthansa. I wanted to ask her more, but then the real stewardess was taking her seat and kind of stole my conversation.
I can't blame her, because she didn't know I was interested in this woman's story.
I tried joining the converstation, the Romanian woman looked back at me sympathetically, but there was no way to get in between them. I let them have their talk, from one stewardess to another.
I had put on my headphone and listened to the arm-rest radio. Greatest channel for in-flight listening was the lounge channel in my opinion. You just fly along with the music. I must have listened this channel a great deal, because I remember that on the entire flight I've heard 2 songs repeatedly. The program must have restarted after an entire cycle. I will never forget that tune. Really loungy music that some Germans would love and I normally would hate for its sweetness, but on this flight it was the best music I could have wished for.
...Cyprus...
I caught that word from the conversation the women had. I believe the stewardess in function must have been from that area. I'd have guessed she was Greek. She looked more Greek to me than Turkish. She had a big nose. She was pretty tall for a stewardess. She wore glasses. She didn't seem extremely young, but she also didn't look like she was the most experienced one either.
I could almost look in her skirt. I was sitting directly in front of her. But I didn't look. I didn't want to look. The girls were having so much fun, but I couldn't hear what they were saying and it was hopeless to get in between that way.
The man didn't care. He just kept his mouth shut. The only words that would come out were the answer to the steward whether he would like chicken or pasta. And even then I couldn't hear him.
The Greek stewardess did have the seat in front of me, but she was going to serve the people ahead of us. Probably buisiness class. And then she closed the curtain. Which wouldn't close completely. You would still see the corridor.
Now I had the chance to ask more to the Romanian woman.
'Who were you looking at?' I asked.
'My husband.' she said. 'He's also a steward. We work on the same company.'
'Aha...! And why don't you sit together?'
'We have spare seats, because we are stewards.' she said.
'Did you meet at work then? And how long are you together?'
'Actually, we just married 2 days ago and now we're going on a honeymoon.'
'Really?? Wow..! Are you going to Bangkok or Kuala Lumpur?'
'We're going to Cambodia actually...'
'Really?'
'We'll change in Bangkok and continue to Ankor.'
I then asked her 'Did you see that movie from Wong Kar Wai, In the mood for love?? I think it's also in that place. Really nice.'
'I think not...'
'I had a girlfriend from Cambodia...or actually her parents.'
The woman used the two folding chairs as a bed to sleep on. Sometimes she would walk back to her brand-new husband.
One time he also came to our side of the isle. I congratulated them.
How nice, a steward's couple, on the way to their honeymoon, with the transportation they are so familiar with.
In Bangkok they left. As the woman was standing up to leave I wished them to have a good time.
I didn't ask for their name. I didn't have to. They were "the flying couple".
If I had not talked to them, I would be oblivious to this wonderful given.
The man next to me never spoke a word on the trip. Maybe he expected a small, skinny Chinese boy and was so surprised it came true that he couldn't open his mouth for the entire trip.
On the way to Malaysia (2)
I found the song I wrote about just now
and it's really bad.
But it was and probably still will be great on the plane.
Because it's loungy and just makes you dream away when you fly.
Note that there is less oxygen in the sky, so maybe my music taste wasn't so strict anymore.
(Just as my taste for cuisine diminished; I almost ate everything they served, and more.)
and it's really bad.
But it was and probably still will be great on the plane.
Because it's loungy and just makes you dream away when you fly.
Note that there is less oxygen in the sky, so maybe my music taste wasn't so strict anymore.
(Just as my taste for cuisine diminished; I almost ate everything they served, and more.)
Saturday, 9 August 2008
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
Monday, 4 August 2008
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