Going crazy... for sleep..

When my alarm rang at 7am, I actually spoke to it.. I took the device, looked at it with one eye and said: "Seriously?!".. The worrying part is that I was kind of expecting it to answer..

Confession..

Dinner time

Are you hungry?

Paranoia

Several days ago I was eating this (extra) sweet thing called "Macaron" for the first time in my life..

Meanwhile I logged in Facebook... and saw that they were offering me to buy more...

It's official: now Facebook knows what you're eating..
Got the creeps?
 

Studying hard..

...or at least doing my best.. But there's always something beyond my control that interferes with my good intentions..

'morning!

Just don't!

The dead Friday silence in my building reminded me that I never shared this fact in the blog: Belgian students go home (in another city) every weekend...

As soon as they cope with their Thursday-night hangover (known as Friday-night hangover in other countries), students from different parts of Belgium head to the train station with a fast pace and a bag of dirty clothes.

The melody, created by all the wheeled suitcases pulled on the paved streets, turns into a signal that the weekend has started.

Dear Belgians,.. for once,... be rebels and don't leave!