Please, don't stop the hating

Sometimes I hate so many things, I need to ventilate and share. So, here we go...

I HATE:

Time. Because it's going too fast. The only thing it brings to you is: an end.

Laziness, numbness and retardness (go together well)

cops and arabs in Brussels, two of a kind

Ringtones, and moreover tv-add's for ringtones

Talent. Cos it's useless

Heart rythm disorder

Money, cos you never have enough, and you never get paid on time

People that niggle, stonewalling you without a reason (maybe its cos they're envious...course!) Go spend your time useful suckers!

Chaos, becos it makes my head look fat

Addictions. They're the enemy you're in love with

R&B, aka wannabe soulmusic.

People steeling your ideas, work them out as if they came up with them oneselves (yes, I'm talking to you!)

Cars that kill people, but moreover cars that kill animals. I'm so afraid one day I'll hit an ignorant and sweet animal that is crossing the street, so I also hate driving a car!

So called progression, standing for declining

Weirdo's in a 'not cool' sense

Being a woman in a men's world

Administration coming with every fart (also called bureaucracy)

The meltdown, poor polor bears and other desperate friends...

Diseases, how nice would it be if people could live the same life they live, but without a body. The corpus is to weak to survive in this health damaging sickly world.

Low batteries

The Smashing Pumpkins, stop being so ninetees


I LOVE:

me...for being so tolerant!


Kind regards,
hate-stroumph!

Brussels is killing people

Today someone has been killed right before my frontdoor. And it's quite silly and scary at the same time. Last week Ioan bumped into the mayor while walking back home, he told him the city has to do something about the dangerous footpath at the Anspach (our street, the bussiest street in the centre of Brussels), or...: do they need a dead person first?!?!

And, one week later, today, a car banged into a young man while he was crossing that footpath. He ended 10 metres further, dead. So, Brussels, here is your dead guy, now please do something about it! This footpath is the way straight to hell! I don't want to see dead bodies, horrible accidents and cruelties anymore when I look outside. My horizon is soaked with blood, and I don't feel like a liver, long or head sticking on my window.