tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56569652011-04-22T06:39:08.168+02:00Tigrrra is trying to get a bite of the world and actually it tastes quite good. Sometimes.Tigranoreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-28979720221579280532007-12-04T18:13:00.000+01:002007-12-04T18:28:29.762+01:00

LOLit's so nice I can still LOL about myself, or is it sad?Today we like:* Iron & Wine (http://www.ironandwine.com/)* Bonnie Prince Billy* Herman DuneBecause we are in a very very melancholic mood and almost out of our relationship.AGAIN.Yeah well Bonnie, Herman and the Iron & wine chaps we'll help me trough.And I never was so much of a drinker, but these days...Ooops..Got myself a really nice

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-43331553290803918242007-10-11T18:24:00.000+02:002007-10-11T18:28:03.984+02:00

October 11, 2007You have time at your disposal to explore creative endeavours – but do you actually know what it is you want to do as a creative pastime? Your time should be spent exploring the 'what' before actually embarking on any grand masterpiece or work of genius. And I did and I let LB go for a moment. I had a good talk with sh yesterday and today with friend C.Actually I DON'T have time

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1153832656122322892006-07-25T15:03:00.000+02:002006-07-25T15:04:16.136+02:00

At age 47, the Rolling Stones' bassist, Bill Wyman, began a relationship with 13-year old Mandy Smith, with her mother's blessing. Six years later, they were married, but the marriage only lasted a year. Not long after, Bill's 30-year-old son Stephen married Mandy's mother, age 46. That made Stephen a stepfather to his former stepmother. If Bill and Mandy had remained married, Stephen would have

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Hello. Me sick today. So that's why I finally have the time to write on this bloggie again. It is still kinda winter temperature here BUT the sun is shining and there is no rain. And THAT my friends is very unusual for us here.I finally have got myself some work. Yihaaa. I belong to society again. Yep.Sooo...that's all I've got to say for today. Very interesting no? I'm gonna catch some sleep so

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1143030430837362532006-03-22T13:25:00.000+01:002006-03-22T13:27:10.846+01:00

We love Henry!Yes. We went to see Rollins spoken word.I loved every minute of it. He is such a good talker.Oh....Henry...sigh....

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1142537255677180182006-03-16T20:27:00.000+01:002006-03-16T20:28:50.296+01:00

Ok ok, I take my words back right now. It is TOO F******g cold!!!!I don't want this anymore, I want sun sun sun.Please stop freezing and just let the sun shine and warm this little piece of earth up please please please...

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1142270302491224842006-03-13T18:18:00.000+01:002006-03-13T18:18:47.986+01:00

Everybody in the street, at the supermarket, at work, in trams, on bikes, in email, in the newspaper: EVERYBODY is complaining it should be spring by now.Hey people RELAX.C H I L L.Spring will come and so will summer. But hey just chill a bit will you? What's wrong with this coziness, just for a little while, huh? With a hot cup of tea watching movies together snuggling against your partner on

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1141324241535781712006-03-02T19:18:00.000+01:002006-03-02T19:30:41.576+01:00

I didn't 'win' the writer contest thing. How do you say it? Well it comes down to the fact I cannot make that movie (with money).So Frodo told me we're gonna make that movie anyway, and if so WITHOUT that movie. oooh sometimes I really love him badly.Normally I'm kinda sarcastic about people making movies without money, but now I keep on bumping against so many walls, I think I 've got no choice

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1140792150508509672006-02-24T15:41:00.000+01:002006-02-24T15:42:30.516+01:00

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Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1139576929458203062006-02-10T14:08:00.000+01:002006-02-10T14:11:35.770+01:00

Your Friday Horoscope Tigra!A sense of lost or misplaced purpose will dominate the day, although the late afternoon or early evening could bring good news about the availability of a good-looking colleague. Romance is favored if you are the pursuer. COOL!But I don't have any colleagues...I DO have a mouse arm and a boyfriend...what is that called in proper anglais? The mouse arm I mean. It means

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1139510938896719382006-02-09T19:47:00.000+01:002006-02-09T19:48:58.906+01:00

That was the word I was looking for today

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1139231835138227412006-02-06T14:17:00.000+01:002006-02-06T14:17:17.723+01:00

ARTISDEPARTIS! Originally uploaded by Tigrrra.This little fellow makes me really happy. I see him everyday cause he is on my cellphone. He is the mascotte of Artis, our zoo in Amsterdam.Too cute.

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Moi et Gillis Originally uploaded by Tigrrra.

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Yeah life is so tough in the ghetto

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1139228344452053052006-02-06T13:18:00.000+01:002006-02-06T13:23:17.923+01:00

Sorry folks. About the previous post: I cried because I was happy. Not because I was sad.This weekend however AND actually some half of the week before Frodo and I had our worst fight(s) ever. Really really bad. My excuse most of the time is that I quit smoking but you can not hold on to that excuse for a long time. Bugger.So we had to face hard reality. That had to be done, now it's done and I

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1138191393024125772006-01-25T13:16:00.000+01:002006-01-25T13:16:33.033+01:00

This morning I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I cried and cried. Not cause of the sun but other reasons. Now the sun is gone and I feel better.Ergh...is this the opposite depression? Like I NEED darkness, grey skies to be happy. Yeah I like that thought. A lot. No more freakin sunshine folks. Just clouds rain and more clouds. yeeeaaah.

Tigranoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5656965.post-1137709830435807612006-01-19T23:30:00.000+01:002006-01-19T23:30:30.450+01:00

Me and friend E. were having some coffee and she asked me about this blog. Why I was not blogging anymore. I asked myself and then I thought. Why the hell not start again?I mean everybody needs from time to time some rumble into nothingness (don't you??? Yes you do..). So me is back. On track.Rule number one of this blog is trying not to sob too much. Cause I know that's not really nice for

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