<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457</id><updated>2012-01-11T21:40:03.070+01:00</updated><category term='civility in Brussels'/><category term='Quentin wine and burger bar'/><category term='Moments in fashion'/><category term='Men and bitches'/><category term='Unexpected crush'/><category term='Coffee Company Brussels'/><category term='Beer weekend in Brussels'/><category term='Sushi bar- La Belle de Jour'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Brussels life'/><category term='real estate'/><category term='brad pitt'/><category term='spandex pants'/><category term='Hot guys - Christian Bale'/><category term='Children&apos;s stores in Brussels'/><category term='Jean-Claude Van Damme'/><category term='Aretha Franklin'/><category term='boy crazy'/><category term='Beautiful Belgians'/><category term='Angry post'/><category term='carine roitfeld'/><category term='Christy Turlington does US Vogue August 2009'/><category term='Ethnic Lounge Bar Brussels'/><category term='Megan Fox'/><category term='imperfections make millions'/><category term='family'/><category term='Hot guys - 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Belgian Coast'/><category term='honour'/><category term='chick post'/><category term='languages'/><category term='Single life'/><category term='Couleur Cafe'/><category term='Where to eat this week for Italian in Brussels'/><category term='Only in Brussels'/><category term='Belgian National Day'/><category term='Naomi Campbell - Goddess'/><category term='David Hasselhoff is 56 today'/><category term='obese celebrities'/><category term='eating out - sushi'/><category term='Black Barbie'/><category term='Summer time in the Capital of Europe'/><category term='what to do when it rains in Brussels'/><category term='Dickheads'/><category term='Brussels culture'/><category term='women suck'/><category term='Braces in Brussels'/><category term='Moule Frite'/><title type='text'>Pringle of Belgium...</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories from the low country.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2713918770573725965</id><published>2011-10-19T14:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T14:43:51.049+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks is now in Brussels city.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bA3ft7MiFGc/Tqau9FQLUiI/AAAAAAAAAng/b5235-sOh7M/s1600/IMG_1709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="299" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bA3ft7MiFGc/Tqau9FQLUiI/AAAAAAAAAng/b5235-sOh7M/s400/IMG_1709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to Central Station, near Grand Place, and you'll find it. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2713918770573725965?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2713918770573725965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=2713918770573725965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2713918770573725965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2713918770573725965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/starbucks-is-now-in-brussels-city.html' title='Starbucks is now in Brussels city.'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bA3ft7MiFGc/Tqau9FQLUiI/AAAAAAAAAng/b5235-sOh7M/s72-c/IMG_1709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7798134187806156494</id><published>2011-10-19T12:51:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T13:31:29.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Antwerp - Belgium's trendiest city.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jvno911yuqo/Tp6yaAJKM3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/r03OwqsjYYY/s1600/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jvno911yuqo/Tp6yaAJKM3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/r03OwqsjYYY/s400/IMG_2576.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665161541063422834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtIQzZ7zNfQ/Tp6w8HkRhMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/GZ3wdl35Lw8/s1600/IMG_2577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rtIQzZ7zNfQ/Tp6w8HkRhMI/AAAAAAAAAnA/GZ3wdl35Lw8/s400/IMG_2577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665159928148493506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joPQ0eORh3U/Tp6wde759zI/AAAAAAAAAm0/40Dk_n1oVHg/s1600/IMG_2585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joPQ0eORh3U/Tp6wde759zI/AAAAAAAAAm0/40Dk_n1oVHg/s400/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665159401845684018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYJJDOhFO4g/Tp6wGttLiCI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ERWUozo6pd4/s1600/IMG_2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYJJDOhFO4g/Tp6wGttLiCI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ERWUozo6pd4/s400/IMG_2587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665159010673461282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7I38XCB3Gw/Tp6v1Ez_ixI/AAAAAAAAAmc/eKDaUptd6X0/s1600/IMG_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g7I38XCB3Gw/Tp6v1Ez_ixI/AAAAAAAAAmc/eKDaUptd6X0/s400/IMG_2609.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665158707638405906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjZSxH4atMc/Tp6vifTuMdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/x-PrBGduVuw/s1600/IMG_2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjZSxH4atMc/Tp6vifTuMdI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/x-PrBGduVuw/s400/IMG_2610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665158388333294034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every country has its fashion capital, and Antwerp is it for Belgium. Antwerpians know how to wear clothes. Men, women and children are all dressed like the advertisements you would see in a fashion magazine (with their own personal charm of course). Antwerp is a wealthy city, thanks to the diamond trade, and has the coolest shopping in Belgium. The shops are visually stimulating and innovative, with their own personal colors and charm. Its almost impossible not to go in and have a look.(Personally, I think its better than Copenhagen).Most toursits come to Belgium to visit Brussels and Brugge, but they miss Antwerp. Dries van Noten has his flagship store there, along with Diane von Furstenberg and Ann Demeulemeester (all famous Belgian fashion designers). You could just spend hours people watching and admiring the clothes. That's just what I did with my sister and my dad while they were visiting. Below are some pictures I took (some discreetly, some not) during my day trip. Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7798134187806156494?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7798134187806156494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7798134187806156494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7798134187806156494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7798134187806156494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/antwerp-belgiums-trendiest-city.html' title='Antwerp - Belgium&apos;s trendiest city.'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jvno911yuqo/Tp6yaAJKM3I/AAAAAAAAAnM/r03OwqsjYYY/s72-c/IMG_2576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-8898592857744581865</id><published>2011-10-19T12:21:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:50:35.579+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks in Brussels Central Station'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>While I was pregnant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xz9uFD6ljRo/Tp6qqa0fzKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ElriQZKTiq4/s1600/IMG_2542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xz9uFD6ljRo/Tp6qqa0fzKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ElriQZKTiq4/s400/IMG_2542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665153027009399970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6B17UWRIEJA/Tp6p3Tz6kTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fBwM-qaxaQk/s1600/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6B17UWRIEJA/Tp6p3Tz6kTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/fBwM-qaxaQk/s400/IMG_2493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665152148954583346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zeSpKO085Zs/Tp6ppsdMDhI/AAAAAAAAAls/vVc03aiDSuE/s1600/IMG_2487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zeSpKO085Zs/Tp6ppsdMDhI/AAAAAAAAAls/vVc03aiDSuE/s400/IMG_2487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665151915051978258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussels became a much cooler city while I was pregnant. With the extra weight I was carrying around, my usual walkabouts got shorter and much closer to home. Now that the baby has arrived, I restarted my longer treks around the city. I've noticed more shoppers (Asian and American)in my city.The selection and variety of shops and boutiques has greatly improved. Brussels still has a long way to go to become like Antwerp (see my post), but it definitely deserves a round of applause for improvement so far. So many new stores are popping up around the city, like Urban Outfitters (Place Stephanie)and Forever 21 (Rue Neuve).Starbucks has even opened a cafe in Central Station by Grand Place, which is right in the city.Before I said I hated Starbucks, but I recently tried the fresh brew they had available and it wasn't bad. Plus Starbucks is just downright cool. If you're seen carrying the mermaid logo, you're automatically a hipster. Even more exciting news: Abercrombie &amp; Fitch, Marc Jacobs and Bobbie Brown are all descending in the low country this winter and guess who's gonna be there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any other surprises that I may have missed and should check out? Please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long for now;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-8898592857744581865?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8898592857744581865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=8898592857744581865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8898592857744581865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8898592857744581865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2011/10/while-i-was-pregnant.html' title='While I was pregnant...'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xz9uFD6ljRo/Tp6qqa0fzKI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ElriQZKTiq4/s72-c/IMG_2542.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-799706928862735070</id><published>2011-05-26T11:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:27:49.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Belgian business hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cvbNTAEJF0/Td4dDC2sN2I/AAAAAAAAAlg/8CFGEO90FSo/s1600/IMAG0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cvbNTAEJF0/Td4dDC2sN2I/AAAAAAAAAlg/8CFGEO90FSo/s400/IMAG0108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610954123893290850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-799706928862735070?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/799706928862735070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=799706928862735070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/799706928862735070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/799706928862735070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2011/05/typical-belgian-business-hours.html' title='Typical Belgian business hours'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cvbNTAEJF0/Td4dDC2sN2I/AAAAAAAAAlg/8CFGEO90FSo/s72-c/IMAG0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-778252144467735115</id><published>2011-03-20T15:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:51:37.971+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe de la Presse'/><title type='text'>Cafe de la Presse - Drink coffee like an American</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyOFHIbX9O0/TYYUc6E7eKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kZix6tNUVSA/s1600/IMAG0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyOFHIbX9O0/TYYUc6E7eKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kZix6tNUVSA/s400/IMAG0104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586174874658502818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXp0Ur4_DdE/TYYSRaYletI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GLnY3rgGDuY/s1600/IMAG0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jXp0Ur4_DdE/TYYSRaYletI/AAAAAAAAAkw/GLnY3rgGDuY/s400/IMAG0105.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586172478149196498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Coffee Company chain in Brussels has closed. The owners have brought us a bigger and better alternative - Cafe de la Presse. Open seven days a week (rare for Belgium), this new coffee hangout is just what the city needed. Its the perfect place to chat with friends,bring your kids, read or just indulge yourself with a double oreo frappucino and one of the many cupcakes or brownies on the menu (there are healthier choices of course). Did I mention the size of this place? Compared to the average cafe in Brussels,this place is BIG. There's plenty of room to stretch out and you don't have to worry about the other table eavesdropping on your conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the cafe is just a 5 minute walk to Bois de la Cambre so you can walk off all the extra calories you just consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a local &lt;a href="http://www.brusselnieuws.be/eten-drinken/café-de-la-presse"&gt;review&lt;/a&gt; about Cafe de la Presse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: 493 Avenue Louise&lt;br /&gt;Opening hours: Everyday from 7.30 to 19.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-778252144467735115?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/778252144467735115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=778252144467735115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/778252144467735115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/778252144467735115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/cafe-de-la-presse-drink-coffee-like.html' title='Cafe de la Presse - Drink coffee like an American'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyOFHIbX9O0/TYYUc6E7eKI/AAAAAAAAAlA/kZix6tNUVSA/s72-c/IMAG0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-4197162227853966426</id><published>2011-03-16T16:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T17:10:51.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Enfants D'Edouard</title><content type='html'>After walking past this shop for years, I finally went inside this week. Les Enfants D'Edouard is located on one of the busiest shopping streets in Brussels, Avenue Louise. With  three floors of clothes, this shop is the biggest second hand store I've visited over the years. As I browsed through the racks of clothes, I noticed quite a large amount of Missoni, Stella McCartney and Thierry Mugler. The prices were comparable with Mossimo Dutti and Zara. Throughout the store, everything is in good condition and neatly arranged by color and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spring and summer is all about the late sixties/seventies fashion and I found a number of pretty summer dresses and flowing skirts that are in high demand right now. Being situated on such a busy street, I'm not sure the same items will be available next week. But who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For young professionals, the store is stock full of nice suits, jackets, blouses, jewelry and handbags. You'll easily find a stylish ensemble that won't break the bank. Personally, I enjoy going to second hand stores to check for the latest trends and to see if I can buy something special instead of mass produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, it is definitely work visiting Les Enfants D'Edouard. I hope you find the adorable/flowing white knitted skirts I mentioned above. They're really lovely, and being five months pregnant, I can't wear them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my full list of vintage shops in Brussels &lt;a href="http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2007/11/vintage-shopping-in-brussels.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Enfants D'Edouard, 175-177 Avenue Louise&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 02 640 42 45, 02 640 24 48&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-4197162227853966426?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4197162227853966426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=4197162227853966426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4197162227853966426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4197162227853966426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/les-enfants-dedouard.html' title='Les Enfants D&apos;Edouard'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3588230982144713356</id><published>2011-03-16T14:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T16:17:24.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping in Belgium - How you can tell when someone is trying to screw you.</title><content type='html'>Expats beware. Although this is not unique to Belgium, I feel it needs repeating.  When it comes to shopping for special services in and around Brussels, pay close attention to the shopkeepers eyes. If they give you a price and immediately look away,their lying to you. Personally, I think its a technique of bad liars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my arrival in Belgium, I didn't have a clue what was going on and I think people could sense that. Constantly smiling and giggling, I probably spent twice as much money on items simply because I didn't know any better and didn't have a clue (this probably stems from my small town upbringing). Eventually I stopped shopping in English, stopped smiling and learned French ...and finally &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; a clue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a funny story: My husband and I bought our wedding rings in Antwerp. Every year we have them cleaned and polished at the same shop for around €20 for both rings. One year I wanted to get the rings polished in Brussels instead of make the 30 minute drive to Antwerp. I tried two different shops in Brussels. &lt;a href="http://www.thediamondhouse.be/"&gt;La Maison du Diamant&lt;/a&gt; wanted €50 for each ring and they required a week to ten days for the job. The salesman could barely make eye contact with me. I went to another shop, and the saleswoman said she could clean the rings right away for the bargain price of €30 per ring. She too looked away pretending to be busy with another task. Smiling at the woman, I said, "My diamond dealer in Antwerp only charges €20 for both rings." She looked at me and just said "You should go back there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take comfort in the fact that I finally know what's going on. Now you know too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3588230982144713356?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3588230982144713356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3588230982144713356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3588230982144713356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3588230982144713356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2011/03/shopping-in-belgium-how-you-can-tell.html' title='Shopping in Belgium - How you can tell when someone is trying to screw you.'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6436202768560610086</id><published>2011-01-05T14:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:50:14.362+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgian Fun Facts'/><title type='text'>The who/what/where/how/why of Belgium: things you didn't know about the capital of Europe</title><content type='html'>Below is a list of things you probably didn't know about Europe's most underrated country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Claude Van Damme - the Muscles from Brussels and probably one of the most famous action stars of the past 20 years, is Belgian. Famous quote -"One plus one equals three." God bless his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn - born Audrey Kathleen Ruston, was born in Brussels in 1929. She went on to become a famous actress, a fashion icon and beloved humanitarian. "Famous quote - "As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane von Fürstenberg, born Diane Simone Michelle Halfin, was born in Brussels in 1946. She married and divorced Prince Egon of Fürstenberg,invented the wrap dress, founded Salvay, a cosmetics line, a home-shopping company, and to this day remains one of the biggest and most successful names in the fashion industry.&lt;br /&gt;Famous quote - "The minute I knew I was about to be Egon's wife, I decided to have a career. I wanted to be someone of my own, and not just a plain little girl who got married beyond her desserts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smurfs - (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Les Schtroumpfs&lt;/span&gt;)I grew up thing they were American too. These clever blue creatures are the invention of Belgian born cartoonist Peyo (Pierre Culliford).The comic strip series was first introduced on October 23, 1958. In 1981, Hanna-Barbera Productions created The Smurfs, a successful English speaking children's television series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tintin - the creation of Belgian cartoonist Hergé. The famous boy detective and his side-kick dog Milo debuted in print on January 10, 1929. The cartoon quickly became a cultural icon. Steven Spielberg is currently making a movie on the beloved character to be released this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over &lt;a href="http://www.eupedia.com/belgium/belgian_beers.shtml"&gt;800 types of beer &lt;/a&gt;are made in Belgium. Every Belgian beer comes with its own special glass. We are so blessed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three is the official number of languages in Belgium: Dutch, French, and German. All street signs in Brussels have two names - a French version and a Dutch version. Example: Boulevard de Waterloo/ Waterloolann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brussels is the capital of Belgium (you knew this already right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgium produces 220,000 tons of chocolate every year. Brussels National Airport is the world's biggest chocolate vendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Belgian motorway is the only man-made structure, that can be spotted from the moon thanks to its illumination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antwerp, a city in Belgium, is the world's epicenter for diamonds - cutting, polishing and distributing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ypres is the name of the city in Belgium which hosts the famous cat throwing festival. In medieval times real cats were thrown from church bell towers. Peta would have been furious. Today stuffed cats are used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgian Adolphe Sax invented the saxophone. What else was there to do in Dinant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Albert II is the current King of the Belgians and constitutional monarch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel smarter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6436202768560610086?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6436202768560610086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6436202768560610086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6436202768560610086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6436202768560610086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2011/01/whowhatwherehowwhy-of-belgium-things.html' title='The who/what/where/how/why of Belgium: things you didn&apos;t know about the capital of Europe'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2043853235748851338</id><published>2010-12-03T15:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:47:48.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Punch love in Brussels</title><content type='html'>When you don't expect anything, you'll always be surprised. Five years ago, I arrived in Brussels for the first time. With absolutely no expectations, I was completely surprised at how fun and young this city is. I was at a loss - why hadn't I heard of this city and all its glory before? In between writing my thesis and working as a stagiaire (intern), I managed to explore a number of bars (and a number of beers) with my friends. This city is definitely a meat market as far as dating is concerned. Whatever blows your hair back, you'll find it in Brussels. Below I list three different categories of bars in relation to clientele and location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Eurocrats? Here's where they loosen their ties after a long day at the office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere on Place du Luxembourg - Ralph's Bar (daily happy hour from 6-7), Pullman's,The Grapevine and O'Farrell's. Its also a good idea to attend the numerous receptions that occur in the Euro quarter (EU Parliament for example). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a sports nut? Check out the following bars: Fat Boys ( best chicken wings, chili and caesar salad in town) the Old Oak (near Chatelain), Michael Collins (corner of Ave. Louise and Rue du Bailli) and O'Reilly's (across the street from the Bourse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Belgians? They tend to congregate in low-key bars and cafes...because they roll like that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra (33, place Saint-Géry)- probably one of the coolest bars in Brussels, Cafe Bizon (7, rue du pont de la carpe) known for live music, Cafe Belga (Place Flagey), L'Archiduc (Antoine Dansaert 6) Great jazz on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular Gay Bars: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy's Boudoir - Kolenmarkt 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chez Maman - Lievevrouwbroersstraat 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo Erectus - Steenstraat 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homo Erectus Classicus - Kolenmarkt 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Reserve - Kleine Boterstraat 2a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2043853235748851338?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2043853235748851338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=2043853235748851338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2043853235748851338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2043853235748851338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-to-meet-guys-in-brussels.html' title='Drunk Punch love in Brussels'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-785923706938992686</id><published>2010-11-29T13:03:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T12:56:00.935+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pièce Unique - Designer Vintage Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TSR0FooerpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/beWM_33EHyk/s1600/IMAG0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TSR0FooerpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/beWM_33EHyk/s400/IMAG0098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558695480237403794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOZMJWSLyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ECbRyYYHfTU/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOZMJWSLyI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ECbRyYYHfTU/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544944000170077986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new discovery. Back in &lt;a href="http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2007/11/vintage-shopping-in-brussels.html"&gt;2007&lt;/a&gt;, I wrote a post listing my favorite vintage shops in Brussels. In recent years, more second hand shops have been popping up all over the city, specifically ones with high end labels.Pièce Unique recently opened this April and I just discovered it yesterday while walking through Ixelles on my way to a Sunday brunch. This shop sells second hand top-designer clothes,a few vintage pieces,shoes,jewelry, bags and other accessories. The selection of designers to choose from is a dream - Chanel,Thierry Mugler, Prada, Gucci, Stella McCarthy, Alexander McQueen,Jean-Paul Gaultier, Herve Leger and Giorgio Armani.The shop owner was more than happy to share her knowledge of the designers and how she gets her hands on such unique garments and accessories. This classic Chanel suit you see here, could be yours for the price of only €1000 (new would cost you about €4000). After browsing the shop for close to 45 minutes, I can honestly say that the prices are fair and surprisingly affordable. Definitely worth a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pièce Unique&lt;br /&gt;167-169 rue Franz Merjay&lt;br /&gt;1050 Brussels&lt;br /&gt;+32 2 347 48 96 l)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-785923706938992686?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/785923706938992686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=785923706938992686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/785923706938992686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/785923706938992686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/piece-unique-second-hand-shop.html' title='Pièce Unique - Designer Vintage Shop'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TSR0FooerpI/AAAAAAAAAkg/beWM_33EHyk/s72-c/IMAG0098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3532286868645247716</id><published>2010-11-29T12:22:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:01:15.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOSDa5IbDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AetYnIOjXpA/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOSDa5IbDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AetYnIOjXpA/s400/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544936153679424562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPORNFHktuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TkB6N8MEnPM/s1600/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPORNFHktuI/AAAAAAAAAjg/TkB6N8MEnPM/s400/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544935220121482978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOQaXkTsII/AAAAAAAAAjY/zcnyBY0sCF4/s1600/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOQaXkTsII/AAAAAAAAAjY/zcnyBY0sCF4/s400/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544934348900511874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I gave birth at Edith Cavell, a photographer from Focus Pocus came round to my hospital room to snap photos of my 1-day old daughter. My husband and I purchased thank you cards from Focus Pocus after our wedding a few years back. We were very happy with the results and knew they would produce precious high-quality images of our daughter. We were not disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo studio on Rue Vanderkindere in Uccle, is well know for its creative and quality photographs. Especially the newborn photographs, which capture those first cozy hours of life. Also available is a full line of merchandise featuring your photos. Here is just a few examples of their work. For more information or to make an appointment call: 02 375 37 93 () ‎&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3532286868645247716?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3532286868645247716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3532286868645247716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3532286868645247716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3532286868645247716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-love.html' title='Baby love'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOSDa5IbDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AetYnIOjXpA/s72-c/IMG_0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6178784887585276280</id><published>2010-11-29T12:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T12:19:34.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Le Balmoral - burgers, fries and milkshakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOLlEC31qI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/N36KxoYQ0ck/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOLlEC31qI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/N36KxoYQ0ck/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544929035080423074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOKs_o1XtI/AAAAAAAAAjI/4FzYC7BE8IY/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOKs_o1XtI/AAAAAAAAAjI/4FzYC7BE8IY/s400/IMG_0148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544928071824793298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Located in Place Brugman, this 1950's style diner serves up yummy all-American food with all the proper American flair. There's a children's play area in the rear. Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6178784887585276280?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6178784887585276280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6178784887585276280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6178784887585276280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6178784887585276280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/le-balmoral-bugers-fries-and-milshakes.html' title='Le Balmoral - burgers, fries and milkshakes'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOLlEC31qI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/N36KxoYQ0ck/s72-c/IMG_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-4906467207917215869</id><published>2010-11-29T11:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:55:02.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trendy dog boutique</title><content type='html'>If I had a lap dog, I would shop &lt;a href="http://www.leschiensdemapuce.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOGPAPjAWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xv-XGK2k2II/s1600/IMAG0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOGPAPjAWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xv-XGK2k2II/s400/IMAG0092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544923158544580962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-4906467207917215869?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4906467207917215869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=4906467207917215869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4906467207917215869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4906467207917215869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/trendy-dog-boutique.html' title='Trendy dog boutique'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOGPAPjAWI/AAAAAAAAAjA/xv-XGK2k2II/s72-c/IMAG0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3061339002475418822</id><published>2010-11-29T11:00:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:52:45.047+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quentin wine and burger bar'/><title type='text'>Burgers and wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOFYrjzcFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/StzxeBgeqXo/s1600/IMAG0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOFYrjzcFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/StzxeBgeqXo/s400/IMAG0091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544922225279463506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOE38YCkEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/p8gCm9t0c8Q/s1600/IMAG0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOE38YCkEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/p8gCm9t0c8Q/s400/IMAG0072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544921662857842754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPODZXuJdqI/AAAAAAAAAio/4Vxga0JSuBI/s1600/IMAG0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPODZXuJdqI/AAAAAAAAAio/4Vxga0JSuBI/s400/IMAG0090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544920038110754466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le meilleur du monde? I'm not sure about the whole world, but these are the best burgers I've eaten in the past five years. &lt;a href="http://www.quentinvins.com/"&gt;Quentin&lt;/a&gt; wine bar serves up mouth-watering burgers, with a side of fries or salad. The experience wasn't complete without a delicious glass of wine. La Junk Food Deluxe menu includes four different gourmet burgers and a chicken wrap. I was also impressed by the delicious carrot soup. My 18 month old daughter loved it. If you want to impress your weekend guests, you should bring them to Quentin. The bar, modest in size, is also a perfect option for a date or relaxing family meal. Open Monday - Saturday, from 12 - 22.30 (10:30 pm). If you don't have a reservation to eat, be prepared to wait for a table. Reservations: 02/537.85.97&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3061339002475418822?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3061339002475418822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3061339002475418822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3061339002475418822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3061339002475418822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/burgers-and-wine.html' title='Burgers and wine'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TPOFYrjzcFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/StzxeBgeqXo/s72-c/IMAG0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-4923780246076458366</id><published>2010-11-23T10:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T10:34:06.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels: Your moment of zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TOuIbJI0KBI/AAAAAAAAAig/aObnHe5f1_g/s1600/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TOuIbJI0KBI/AAAAAAAAAig/aObnHe5f1_g/s400/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542673766300264466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-4923780246076458366?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4923780246076458366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=4923780246076458366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4923780246076458366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4923780246076458366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/brussels-your-moment-of-zen.html' title='Brussels: Your moment of zen'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/TOuIbJI0KBI/AAAAAAAAAig/aObnHe5f1_g/s72-c/IMG_1030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6242290434614232970</id><published>2010-11-19T15:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T00:33:32.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 best things about living in Brussels</title><content type='html'>1. The food - Did you know that Brussels has more &lt;a href="http://www.frommers.com/articles/6138.html"&gt;Michelin&lt;/a&gt; star rated restaurants per capita than any place in the world? The variety and quality of the cuisine in Brussels, directly correlates to the Belgian love affair with food. Visualize rich creamy sauces, perfectly proportioned cuts of filet pur and bone marrow covered in Parmesan cheese. If you have the good fortune to dine in Brussels, I highly suggest the following three restaurants: &lt;a href="http://www.commechezsoi.be/"&gt;Comme chez soi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.le830.be/"&gt;Le 830&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/belgium/brussels/restaurants/belgian/viva-m-boma"&gt;Viva M'Boma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The drink - The Beer Capital of the World. You're never more than 200 meters from a cafe which serves up some of the best and strongest beer on the planet. I'm talking the toe curling,knee numbing variety that was consumed by your great great great grandfather. Many Belgian breweries still adhere to the old world brewing techniques that make Belgian beer so unique. Over 5000 different types of beer in a number of flavours, including cherry and chocolate. Of course you can stick to Heineken if your scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The chocolate - The international gold standard for chocolate is only found in Belgium. If you're in Brussels, start your tour in &lt;a href="http://www.brusselscreativity.com/en/brussels/sablon"&gt;Place du Sablon&lt;/a&gt;. This hub for antiques and art galleries, offers the best chocolate shops in town. Savor the hand made chocolates for yourself. Don't forget to bring some home to your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The location - Brussels is only an hour and twenty minutes from Paris and maximum ninety minutes from London. You're never more than two hours from some of the coolest cities in Europe, including Barcelona and Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The population - A typical dinner party in Brussels includes 12 different nationalities, and no one thinks twice about it. We're all guests here on an extended holiday. There's a reason why were all still here. Its definitely not because the weather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6242290434614232970?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6242290434614232970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6242290434614232970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6242290434614232970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6242290434614232970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-best-things-about-living-in-brussels.html' title='The 5 best things about living in Brussels'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3343306517069866072</id><published>2010-11-17T22:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:51:20.368+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aix-en-Provence Quiz'/><title type='text'>Love to travel? Take this quiz and win free apps for your iPhone.</title><content type='html'>Do you know the history of Aix-en-Provence? Take this quiz for a chance to win three city walk iPhone apps of your choice. Just send your correct answers to quiz@gpsmycity.com. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Originally, Aix-en-Provence was perceived to be  a popular:&lt;br /&gt;A. Lovers' Nest&lt;br /&gt;B. Spa City&lt;br /&gt;C. Delicatessen Destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Home to the famous Cathedral of Saint-Sauver, Aix is also called:&lt;br /&gt;A. The city of 1000 fountains&lt;br /&gt;B. The city of the lit candles&lt;br /&gt;C. The city of the Three Musketeers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The biggest annual event in Aix-en-Provence which takes place for more than fifty years each july is:&lt;br /&gt;A. Festival International d’Art Lyrique&lt;br /&gt;B. Fête de l'Artisanat d'été&lt;br /&gt;C. Carnival des Enfants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aix is known for its fabulous architecture, featuring as key elements:&lt;br /&gt;A. Romanesque basilicas&lt;br /&gt;B. Colorful murals&lt;br /&gt;C. Intricated doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Paul Cezanne was born in Aix on 19 january 1839, in the family of a :&lt;br /&gt;A. Hat shop owner&lt;br /&gt;B. Violonist&lt;br /&gt;C. Doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  It was the Greeks who planted the first olive trees in the region and  now olives and olive oil have become some of the main ingredients of  Provençal cuisine. The first traditional pressing of the year's olives  takes place in:&lt;br /&gt;A. December&lt;br /&gt;B. April&lt;br /&gt;C. September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. June 21st is a declared national holiday which transforms Aix into:&lt;br /&gt;A. A funny Costumes' Parade&lt;br /&gt;B. An immense Concert Venue&lt;br /&gt;C. An open-air cooking competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Current archeological excavations in the Ville des Tours, a medieval suburb  of Aix, have unearthed the remains of :&lt;br /&gt;A. An old roman amphitheatre&lt;br /&gt;B. An ancient war cemetary&lt;br /&gt;C. The foundations of a lost city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Aix-en-Provence is officially twinned among others, with one of the following cities:&lt;br /&gt;A. Sibiu&lt;br /&gt;B. Cologne&lt;br /&gt;C. Perugia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Built in 1792 and have been frequented by the likes of Paul Cézanne,  Émile Zola and Ernest Hemingway - Deux Garçons is Aix's most famous:&lt;br /&gt;A. Bookstore&lt;br /&gt;B. Brasserie&lt;br /&gt;C. Perfume store&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3343306517069866072?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3343306517069866072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3343306517069866072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3343306517069866072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3343306517069866072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-to-travel-take-this-quiz-and-win.html' title='Love to travel? Take this quiz and win free apps for your iPhone.'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7810025422751176894</id><published>2010-11-07T20:50:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:11:04.676+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='civility in Brussels'/><title type='text'>Civility in Brussels</title><content type='html'>I find it difficult to hide my mirth when watching American morning shows. A recent debate on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, lamented on the lack of civility in the US.  The participants, etiquette experts (a psychotherapist, a reverend and lifestyle coach) and all over 50, expressed their concern that most Americans don't say please and thank you, signifying the decay of the country's moral fabric. Moreover, the use of technological devices has left people disengaged and more self-absorbed. To further belabor the point, A recent &lt;a href="http://www.rasmussenreports.com/public_content/lifestyle/general_lifestyle/august_2010/69_say_americans_are_becoming_more_rude_less_civilized"&gt;Rasmussen&lt;/a&gt; Report found that 69 percent of Americans believe people are becoming more rude. Oh the humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Alkon, the author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I See Rude People: one woman's battle to beat some manners into impolite society&lt;/span&gt;, describes how rude individuals have become with their loud conversations on cell phones in public places, sending text messages during dinner, barging through doors instead of waiting their turn and of course littering. She also points out that our grandparents didn't have cellular phones. Therefore, a real comparison of manners is lacking seeing that technology is  relatively new to us. Ms. Alkon believes that people need to have more empathy and treat strangers like neighbors. Really? Do you talk to your neighbors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These talking heads have no idea what rudeness really is, nor do they understand what people really value today. Times have changed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; don't necessarily mean anything anymore. Including the words &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;. They're just words. What should concern us today is how people behave - actions speak louder words. If someone starts texting while your having a discussion, call them on it.  Just say "If you're gonna text I"m leaving."  No one is that important ( maybe the President of the EU or a doctor on call)  that they can't stop texting during a face to face conversation. In Brussels, people can be rude. Its a big city and small town manners don't apply here. That goes for any big city. What annoys me is the poor customer service in in this city. Americans are still spoiled in this respect. In the US, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;customer is king&lt;/span&gt;.  Problem with your food? Was the wait too long? No problem, its on the house. In Belgium the customer is shit.  Businesses don't work for customers, they work for themselves. I waited an hour for my lunch at a restaurant frequented by Eurocrats near the EU Parliament. The manager didn't have the courtesy to inform us that there could be a wait. When the food finally arrived, there was hardly an apology. The store manager grudgingly gave us one dish for free as a compensation. At the famous Belga Queen restaurant in in the center of Brussels, a waiter argued with me saying that it was my fault that he brought the wrong drink, not his. Getting the attention of the waiter to bring us the check was also a feat in itself. When you walk into a shop or boutique here, eight times out of ten the customer normally  has to wait for the shopkeeper to finish what he or she is doing before  you get some service. This would get a person fired in the US. Not  here.  Example: An Apple store in Brussels doesn't have employees scurrying around behind you trying to sell you merchandise you don't need. They barely acknowledge you when you enter the store. I wanted to purchase an expensive smartphone and was talked into buying a cheaper model. I was thankful yet puzzled. "Isn't he supposed to lie to me and kiss my butt?" I thought. My personal favorite is how common staring is here, and for no apparent reason. I'll be reading something on the tram and when I look up there will be someone staring directly into my eyes. It's a European thing I know, but its flipping rude. It goes back to our animal instinct and how staring is considered an act of aggression or power play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually gotten used to the pathetic customer service here and am surprised on the rare occasion I experience anything to the contrary. As an American, I still don't appreciate waiting unless its for bureaucratic reasons. If a shopkeeper doesn't want to work for my money, I'll just go someplace else. No sweat. Life's too short to wait for bad service. Now I know how spoiled I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question of civility doesn't occupy my thoughts here. In general, people only care about number one. Strangers can't be counted on to help you with your baby stroller or hold the door open for you. Those days are gone. That being said,  if your day is ruined because someone didn't say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;, try living in a city where rudeness is the norm, not the exception. I'm serious. After living in Brussels for five years, the balance between humanity and technology is the least of my worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7810025422751176894?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7810025422751176894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7810025422751176894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7810025422751176894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7810025422751176894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/civility-in-brussels.html' title='Civility in Brussels'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3814667905666694143</id><published>2010-11-04T21:15:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:49:47.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s stores in Brussels'/><title type='text'>Shopping for your baby in Brussels</title><content type='html'>Besides restaurants, Brussels has a surprisingly impressive number of shops catered towards children. In a city filled with expats and eurocrats looking to spend their tax-free wages, prices range from reasonable to down right obscene. That being said, below is just a sample of my personal favorites. I'm always looking out for new finds so let me know if I'm missing a hidden gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.baby2000.be/fr/"&gt;Baby 2000&lt;/a&gt;: The IKEA of baby supplies in Belgium.&lt;br /&gt;Expecting? Look no further. This place has everything for newborns to toddlers including an impressive variety of beds, bottles, nipples and strollers. I especially love the designer bibs. Prices are reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.serneels.com/en/index.html"&gt;Serneels&lt;/a&gt; - specialised in classic toys and games. Founded and run by the Serneel family, this shop captivates big kids and little kids alike. You'll find classic airplanes and cars to add to your home showcase. In addition, the collection of stuffed animals make the perfect gifts. No Transformers or Bionicle here. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oliwoodtoys.com/"&gt;Oliwood Toys&lt;/a&gt; - this small chain of stores include classic and modern toys. You'll also find an impressive collection of costumes and bicycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxitoys.be/"&gt;Maxi Toys&lt;/a&gt; - Think Toys 'R' Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinok.be/"&gt;TINOK&lt;/a&gt; - luxurious, yet strangely affordable childrens toys, designer clothes, strollers and beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cordeliadecastellane.com/fr/index.cfm"&gt;Cordelia de Castellane&lt;/a&gt; - Best clothing shop for babies and toddlers. Trendy and comfortable clothes at affordable prices. In addition to being environmentally friendly, the white cotton shopping bags you get to go home with can be used for grocery shopping or trips to the florist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonpoint.com/#/home/"&gt;Bonpoint&lt;/a&gt; - French couture for children. €80 sweaters and so on. Very high quality and perfect for a splurge. There's a sofa in the store where your husband can sleep while you shop. Located on Avenue Louise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacadi.fr/VAD/cambridge-college/th:1:1:1:42:8908.htm"&gt;Jacadi&lt;/a&gt; - Think J. Crew for your kids. I always enjoy browsing in this shop but beware. Every little piece of an ensemble costs. Check the insides of every shirt or skirt you plan to purchase. You may have missed something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pirouetteblog.com/tag/nathalie-verlinden/"&gt;Caramel&lt;/a&gt; - This newly opened childrens shoe shop offers quality brands including PèPè, Petit Nord and Nathalie Verlinden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on shopping for your little one in Belgium, check out the trusted mommy blog &lt;a href="http://pirouetteblog.com/"&gt;Pirouette&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3814667905666694143?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3814667905666694143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3814667905666694143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3814667905666694143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3814667905666694143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/11/shopping-for-your-baby-in-brussels.html' title='Shopping for your baby in Brussels'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5307325991024883310</id><published>2010-10-28T15:13:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:55:39.650+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><title type='text'>Buyer Beware in Brussels</title><content type='html'>Just had a meeting with my architect and her roof expert. My husband and I will have to shell out €25,000 for a new roof. Gulp. Although we'll get two more quotes from other contractors, we know what's in store for us. This just made us laugh. Why? Because we've already put in a mints worth and four months of renovation before we could move into the bloody place. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did you pay for the loft,&lt;/span&gt;" our architect asked concerned. We told her and she replied with four words we hate: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You paid too much&lt;/span&gt;." We know. The value was based on the location and the size. Before we bought our home, we had two different experts assess the value of the property. The loft received high marks which mainly had to do with the location and the square footage. We found it strange that the experts failed to do a more thorough inspection. We HAD to remind both of them to look at the roof and at least earn the fee we paid for the flipping inspection. In the end, we got an assessment much higher than we paid. In hindsight though, we still paid €30,000 too much. The price did not reflect the renovation that would be needed. Location and size are essential when buying property anywhere, especially in Brussels (There are awesome lofts in Anderlecht, but who wants to live there?). Don't get me wrong. We're not experiencing buyer's remorse by any means.  The point of this post is to warn future home buyers in Brussels to do their homework. Get as many expert opinions as possible and make them check the condition of the roof, the electrical wiring, the ventilation, and the drainage system of your future investment. Location is important, but only the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5307325991024883310?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5307325991024883310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5307325991024883310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5307325991024883310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5307325991024883310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/10/buyer-beware-in-brussels.html' title='Buyer Beware in Brussels'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2448029924520143800</id><published>2010-07-27T22:44:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T15:36:46.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can women ever be happy for each other?</title><content type='html'>It all started when I got engaged. "Congratulations on your engagement," wrote a former friend via text message. I wouldn't hear from her again. I guess it was hard for her to be happy for me seeing that she was still waiting for her boyfriend to propose after 8 years together. She never responded to my emails, nor did she attend my wedding. Her blatant refusal of my existence left me dumbfounded. Shock, confusion and disappointment soon followed. Although we were no longer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sisters in arms&lt;/span&gt; with regards to our dating status, was it really a "friendship-breaker" that I was getting married before her? As far as she was concerned, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got married, I knew I was on the other side of the line when it came to discussing men and relationships with my single girlfriends. Dinner conversations seemed to always turn to marriage, with my single friends consistently defending their status. Was my presence becoming an irritant to them? You see, I was the first in my group of friends to take the "plunge". Sitting around the dinner table, half of my girlfriends remarked how they never wanted to get married and the other half had no opinion on the matter. "No one has to get married," was my usual reply. I would quickly change the subject and ask to hear about a recent date of one of my friends. I didn't want them to look at me any different than they had in the past. I was still me, just married. The Brussels dating scene is dynamic and worth discussing. So many expats coming and going. Full of single men and women. After working hours, most Eurocrats remove their ties and head to Place Luxembourg for overpriced drinks, followed by dinner with friends and colleagues. I tried my best to hold on and stay connected to everyone, but my priorities were changing. Dumping my friends for a guy was never something I did, but I felt as though my girlfriends were dumping me because I was married. I'd lost me single edge and was no longer welcome to the table. It made me think: One day I would have a baby and then what? Would I still be friends with these girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby came two and a half years after I got married and my circle of friends shrunk considerably. I expected this. Some of my friends wanted to visit me and my baby all the time or some would avoid me like a Paris Hilton movie. One friend turned out to be surprisingly cruel after I had my baby. Now I realize it was her way of dealing with that fact that she wanted a baby too, and wasn't anywhere near her goal, but seriously? Couldn't she just be happy for me? Misery really does love company doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, two of the happiest moments of my life brought out the worst in some of my ex-girlfriends. Especially the ones I was really close to. My husband never experienced anything like this and still has the same friends he had when we were dating. I still converse with some friends on Facebook and Twitter, but our paths rarely cross. They're still single and on the dance floor. I'm married with a baby; still having fun of course. Just a new and improved kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spend most of my free time with other mothers, which is so refreshing. We're all in the same boat and experiencing a new phase of our lives. The focus has gone from ourselves to our children. There's no pettiness between us, but an unspoken support system and camaraderie to encourage a healthy balance between motherhood and well-being. Although we don't see each other as much as I'd like, its reassuring to know that they're there. They're my new "sisters in arms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the friend that ignored me after I got married, contacted me a few months ago to tell me she was getting married. Good for her;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2448029924520143800?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2448029924520143800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=2448029924520143800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2448029924520143800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2448029924520143800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/07/female-friendships-after-marriage-and.html' title='Can women ever be happy for each other?'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3678787821504224955</id><published>2010-07-01T09:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T10:20:32.488+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brussels culture'/><title type='text'>Ommegang Medieval Festival Brussels July 1 2010</title><content type='html'>Summer is upon us and with that come the plethora of concerts, festivals and parties. For lovers of medieval folklore, magic, art and history, don't miss the Ommegang festival! The festival recreates and celebrates the arrival of emperor Charles V in Brussels in 1549. Every year the Belgian royal family attend this event, which commemorates an important day in their country's history (of course modern day Belgium didn't exist then).You can witness this spectacle in and around Grand Place. In addition, a medieval village has been constructed  in Place du Grand Sablon where you can watch Knights battle for hot dogs and jump for sweets which will be catapulted for kids of all ages. For more information visit the website &lt;a href="http://www.ommegang.be/index2.php?idx=2&amp;amp;lg=en"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Entry is free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3678787821504224955?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3678787821504224955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3678787821504224955&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3678787821504224955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3678787821504224955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/07/ommegang-medieval-festival-brussels.html' title='Ommegang Medieval Festival Brussels July 1 2010'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-8746270694537999348</id><published>2010-01-16T19:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:52:00.241+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coffee Company Brussels'/><title type='text'>Soy lattes and free wi-fi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/S1IG4UHvR3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/JgsYAYRCPdg/s1600-h/320_L_7CHW8XEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/S1IG4UHvR3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/JgsYAYRCPdg/s400/320_L_7CHW8XEL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427408065478477682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free wi-fi and soy lattes are still new concepts in Brussels. Finding a place that accommodates either is a surprise. The Coffee Company on Chaussée du Vleurgat, 222, (right off Avenue Louise), is the only place I've found in Brussels that offers free wi-fi and serves yummy soy milk lattes. The soups, salads and sandwiches are above average and appropriately priced. Upon our fifth visit, my husband and I decided to split a piece of blueberry cheesecake. The taste was orgasmic and left us making those sounds and facial expressions, that only occur when you taste something truly unforgettable. Your toes will be left tingling long after the experience. I'm not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint about this cafe is that they tend to be short supplied when it comes to soy milk. Disappointing when you could really use a soy latte.&lt;br /&gt;Be that as it may, The Coffee Company is one of my favorite places to meet friends. By the way, why do I keep talking about baked goods? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-8746270694537999348?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8746270694537999348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=8746270694537999348&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8746270694537999348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8746270694537999348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/soy-lattes-and-free-wi-fi.html' title='Soy lattes and free wi-fi'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/S1IG4UHvR3I/AAAAAAAAAhA/JgsYAYRCPdg/s72-c/320_L_7CHW8XEL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-8169178931495213909</id><published>2010-01-16T18:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:00:02.922+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes in Brussels'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes in Brussels 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/S1H7ETu31sI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Hok_a2CG96E/s1600-h/_MG_7199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/S1H7ETu31sI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Hok_a2CG96E/s400/_MG_7199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427395077393077954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the occasion arise where you find yourself searching for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'real&lt;/span&gt; all-American' &lt;/span&gt;sweets to get you through the dreary winter in Brussels, I know the just place. Lilicup, a new bakery on Rue du Page specializing in cupcakes, has opened its doors this month.  This cozy bakery offers the cupcake novice or aficionado, a smorgasbord of options - truly dangerous. Although I've only been there once, I highly recommend the carrot cake. I'm sure the other flavors are irresistible, but I'll let you do the honors. I've given Lilicup a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;wide berth for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-8169178931495213909?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8169178931495213909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=8169178931495213909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8169178931495213909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8169178931495213909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/cupcakes-in-brussels-2010.html' title='Cupcakes in Brussels 2010'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/S1H7ETu31sI/AAAAAAAAAg4/Hok_a2CG96E/s72-c/_MG_7199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-1435181506871060439</id><published>2009-10-05T14:18:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:29:49.939+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Advice'/><title type='text'>Good Advice on a close call</title><content type='html'>Whether giving or receiving, everybody could always use good advice. Some would say you should never take advice from anyone, that you should figure things out on your own. I absolutely agree, that is good advice. However, I believe one should always take advice when it comes to dating/living together or marriage. Especially when your heart and gut are sending conflicting messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with this really cute guy on "Spring Break" one year with friends. Once the week ended, reality set in. He lived in Britain, I lived in the US. We managed to continue our long distance romance for one year and a half. I remember the phone calls, the flights, the fights, the engagement and his bad temper. All this before it was decided I would move to the UK to be with him. There was just one problem. I had just turned 21 and not finished with university. Was I really going to uproot and change the course of my young life for someone? How were we going to live? Could I find work? Was I gambling the best parts of my life on the wrong person?The decision vexed me. I hadn't even begun to absorb the necessary pabulum that would show me what a move to London would really entail. This person that I had so quickly fallen in love with on holiday, turned out to be emotionally needy, possessive and insanely jealous. Even with him thousands of miles away, I was miserable. How was I going to end this without hurting him? My heart was telling me that I loved him, but my gut instinct was telling me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have to break-up with now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked and received advice from everyone I knew. I already knew what they were going to tell me. I just needed my decision reaffirmed. Everyone told me the same thing - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finish your education before anything else!&lt;/span&gt; To make a long story short, I broke his heart. I felt horrible, but I couldn't lie to myself or him any longer. In retrospect, it was much easier to end the relationship from afar than in a little apartment across the Atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the years, this individual has tried to reconnect on numerous occasions. Just yesterday he tried to befriend me on Facebook. He just doesn't get it. His attempts only served to remind me that I avoided a huge mistake by adhering to sound advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this - listen to your family and friends. They're only giving you advice because they care about you. But most of all, listen to your instinct. It will never lie to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I would have never come to Brussels;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-1435181506871060439?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1435181506871060439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=1435181506871060439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1435181506871060439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1435181506871060439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-advice-on-close-call.html' title='Good Advice on a close call'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6263199772544558555</id><published>2009-10-03T12:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:25:52.549+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels Couples</title><content type='html'>He's from Italy, she's from Germany. She's American, he's Dutch. He's Norwegian, she's German. You get the picture. Global couples are the norm in Brussels not the exception. Single men and women flock here from all over Europe (and the world for that matter) to find a good tax-exempt position, or to complete an internship, in one of the EU institutions. Once in Brussels, one is thrown into this global pinata where the chances of falling in love with someone from a different nationality is almost guaranteed. Right away you both have a few things in common - you're strangers in a foreign land, you hate the weather and you love the Belgian gastronomy. Can the relationship go further than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things get more serious, the relationship changes. Once both of you began to discuss other topics besides lousy Belgian drivers and loving the local brews, you begin to embrace not only the others culture, but the language. Brussels offers a smorgasbord of language courses at 100 different language schools - Finnish, Icelandic, Serbian, and French just to name a few. It may be easy to rely on English if you live in Brussels. Nevertheless, speaking your partners language (well) matters. It will bring you closer to his/her family and friends if you speak the language. In addition, if you decide to have children together, your partner will speak his/her language with your child. You don't want to feel left out of their conversations do you? That being said, learn your partners language. It will take time, but it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriages between global couples have the chance of lasting just as long as a marriage between those married to someone of the same nationality. Nevertheless, being married or together with someone of a different nationality makes all the more interesting and enjoyable. You'll appreciate Brussels so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6263199772544558555?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6263199772544558555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6263199772544558555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6263199772544558555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6263199772544558555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/brussels-couples.html' title='Brussels Couples'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5563711135078875473</id><published>2009-10-03T12:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:29:58.387+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuit Blanche'/><title type='text'>Belgian Culture this week - Nuit Blanche in Brussels</title><content type='html'>White Night or Sleepless Night, is the annual city-wide party in Brussels (just another day in New York City). This night offers a surplus of cultural and artistic venues, live music and beer tasting throughout the city. Shops stay open until midnight and restaurants and bars leave their doors open way past normal business hours (Belgian bars often stay open until 7am. I had a good run in my younger days). You can learn more about this Belgian "Mardi Gras" &lt;a href="http://www.nuitblanchebrussels.be/?lang=fr"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Don't Miss it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5563711135078875473?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5563711135078875473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5563711135078875473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5563711135078875473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5563711135078875473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/belgian-culture-this-week-nuit-blanche.html' title='Belgian Culture this week - Nuit Blanche in Brussels'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-9158551991407802730</id><published>2009-09-06T13:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:05:54.635+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer weekend in Brussels'/><title type='text'>Belgian Culture this week - Free Beer in Grand Place</title><content type='html'>That's right folks! September 4-6, marks the annual beer weekend in Brussels - Weekend de la Biere. Head down to Grand Place where you can taste 44 different types of beer. The event also features live music and parades. Fun for the whole family? That depends on you. I will not be there unfortunately. Something just doesn't feel right about beer tasting with a 3 month-old baby (Although I know that would be perfectly acceptable in this country).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, go to the event website &lt;a href="http://www.weekenddelabiere.be"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-9158551991407802730?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9158551991407802730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=9158551991407802730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/9158551991407802730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/9158551991407802730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/belgian-culture-this-week-free-beer-in.html' title='Belgian Culture this week - Free Beer in Grand Place'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6808765689524961291</id><published>2009-07-24T13:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:21:33.198+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouseau En Dans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/K3Y0XL2nI3k' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/K3Y0XL2nI3k'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel Free and Dance! Happy Friday. Enjoy this clip from Clouseau (not Inspector Clouseau), the successful Belgian pop group. Most of their music is in Flemish, but that shouldn't deter anyone from shaking their booty. Flemish pop group with a French name? Yes that's right. Just another paradoxical characteristic of Belgian society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6808765689524961291?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6808765689524961291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6808765689524961291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6808765689524961291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6808765689524961291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/clouseau-en-dans.html' title='Clouseau En Dans'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-176564268348415941</id><published>2009-07-21T14:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:13:41.839+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgian National Day'/><title type='text'>We all heart Belgium today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SmXM-tLuSHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dS0lG8AV98A/s1600-h/belgian-flag.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SmXM-tLuSHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dS0lG8AV98A/s400/belgian-flag.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360916309107165298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 21st is the Belgian national day for those of you who didn't know. It's a great day to get out there and watch the military parade,  practice your best French or Flemish, eat some mussels, chocolate or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fritjes, &lt;/span&gt;and wash it all down with a one of the country's 450 varieties of beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-176564268348415941?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/176564268348415941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=176564268348415941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/176564268348415941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/176564268348415941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/we-all-heart-belgium-today.html' title='We all heart Belgium today'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SmXM-tLuSHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dS0lG8AV98A/s72-c/belgian-flag.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-9084437907586688202</id><published>2009-07-19T12:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:49:30.832+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgian Culture'/><title type='text'>Belgian culture this month -  The Underwear Museum</title><content type='html'>The Musée du Slip opened in Brussels this month giving visitors a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;glimpse at the preferred undergarments of famous Belgian celebrities. Ever wanted to know if the Belgian finance minister prefers boxers of briefs? Or what about famous Belgian singer Johnny Halleday? You'll find the answers and much more housed in the new museum created by Belgian artist Jan Bucquoy. You'll discover that everyone gets their undies in a bunch at some point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bucquoy is planning a similar exhibition in Paris later this year. It will be exciting to see the preferred choices of the French. Much sexier I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Musée du Slip belge&lt;br /&gt;Rue De Tiere 15 - 1030 Schaerbeek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phone:&lt;/b&gt; 02/241.55.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the full article from &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/lifestyleMolt/idUSTRE56G4O520090717"&gt;Reuters&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-9084437907586688202?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9084437907586688202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=9084437907586688202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/9084437907586688202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/9084437907586688202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/belgian-culture-this-month-underwear.html' title='Belgian culture this month -  The Underwear Museum'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2424131914778163677</id><published>2009-07-18T23:59:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:16:58.710+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Barbie'/><title type='text'>Vogue Italy celebrates Black Barbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SmJJsyZUQnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/CaH9W_I3b3A/s1600-h/barbie-0717-a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SmJJsyZUQnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/CaH9W_I3b3A/s400/barbie-0717-a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359927540315341426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SmJJnYLISSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3YIXXxV4tw4/s1600-h/barbie-0717-b.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SmJJnYLISSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/3YIXXxV4tw4/s400/barbie-0717-b.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359927447377168674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 years of Barbie is celebrated in this month's Vogue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italia&lt;/span&gt; with the images of black Barbie as "the forever icon." This is definitely a sign of the times as far as black beauty is recognized in fashion and culture. This special supplement is a follow-up to last year's successful all black issue which featured only black models on the cover and within the pages of Vogue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Italia.&lt;/span&gt; Is this the beginning of an annual trend for Vogue Italy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2424131914778163677?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2424131914778163677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=2424131914778163677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2424131914778163677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2424131914778163677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/vogue-italy-celebrates-black-barbie.html' title='Vogue Italy celebrates Black Barbie'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SmJJsyZUQnI/AAAAAAAAAgU/CaH9W_I3b3A/s72-c/barbie-0717-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5676689936151482423</id><published>2009-07-16T22:55:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:46:18.069+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christy Turlington does US Vogue August 2009'/><title type='text'>Christy Turlington on the cover of  US Vogue August 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Sl-YwJSHcbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/uCKcJhQ2DH4/s1600-h/christy-turlington-vogue-august-2009-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Sl-YwJSHcbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/uCKcJhQ2DH4/s400/christy-turlington-vogue-august-2009-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359170034487226802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, Brains and Compassion - Christy Turlington and her altruistic ways are in the spotlight for the August issue of US &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt;. The former supermodel shares that she'd "rather help feed people than go shopping." I've read so much about Mrs. Turlington Burns and the supermodel ilk in the 90's. The supermodels &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were Vogue&lt;/span&gt; and they knew it. Christy was the nice one. She seemed to keep her feet on the ground and shared a sort of cynical perspective about the whole "supermodel" gig she was thrust into at 14. She never let the money, the fame and her 'out of ths world' beauty go to her head. Moreover, she stayed drug and alcohol free (probably due to her dedication to yoga). She left modeling briefly in the 90's to earn her bachelors degree at NYU. Now she's pursuing her masters in public health. It's hard to believe she's 40 now - and that she remains this stunning. Although she continues to model to pay the bills, she has found her calling by helping others less fortunate in Central and South America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; for featuring another model on the cover this year. Keep up the good work Anna and André.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5676689936151482423?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5676689936151482423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5676689936151482423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5676689936151482423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5676689936151482423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/christy-turlington-on-cover-of-us-vogue.html' title='Christy Turlington on the cover of  US Vogue August 2009'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Sl-YwJSHcbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/uCKcJhQ2DH4/s72-c/christy-turlington-vogue-august-2009-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6934495417861953205</id><published>2009-07-16T19:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:15:53.265+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Single life'/><title type='text'>Just had a break-up? Read this before you begin dating again.</title><content type='html'>You may be feeling an abject right now, but consider this a blessing in disguise. Okay okay, break-ups are never pleasant, but often necessary and overdue. Whether this is the first time or the fourth time (even with the same person), whether you ended the relationship or are on the receiving end, just remember there was a good reason to go your separate ways (if you can be friends later, that's up to you). Just because you're single doesn't mean you're a loser. On the contrary, it means that you have a new opportunity to get out there and find an even better partner. How exciting is this?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the following points before you dive into another relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back - The first instinct to break-up was probably the correct one. It takes time to get to the "breaking point," but once you're there its hard to get back to the way things were. Unless you were in a drunken stupor or in the heat of a wicked fight when you broke up, you shouldn't over analyze the "what if" scenario too long.  It just wasn't meant to be this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance yourself- I was fortunate enough to have ended two serious relationships from a distance (long distance relationships - very sad). There was no chance we would run into each other on the street. In addition, this was before the mushrooming of social networking sites on the web. Today with the popularity of websites like Facebook and Twitter, its a bit more tricky to distance yourself from an ex. (everybody knows everybody these days).  In order to get over someone, and to let someone get over you, its best to keep your distance right after a break-up. That being the case, you should delete the ex from your list of friends. It may not be an easy pill to swallow if you're still following them on Facebook or Twitter, only to find that he/she has a new love and a great new life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sans&lt;/span&gt; you. Are you getting the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink and dial - I think you know what I'm talking about here. You may think the easiest solution right now is to get drunk and pass out. Right? Wrong. We all know the emotional laxative that is alcohol, i.e. red wine, beer and hard liquor etc. If you're not careful, you may end up humiliating yourself after too much heavy red wine with a 2am phone call. You'll look even more pathetic if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; dumped you. Forget the phone call, their fine. Drink responsibly while your experiencing the highs and lows of a break-up. If you want to reflect about the relationship with some good friends, be smart and do it when you're sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from the rebound - This point is directed to the men out there. Men always seem to have a new girlfriend right after a break-up. Why is that? I know that men can hurt just as strongly as women. So what's the rush? You're vulnerable and could get hurt or hurt someone else. Give yourself a break! Use this time to do something sensible like learn a new hobby or a new language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the gym often - A good workout never fails to release those positive endorphins that make you feel like a million Euros. Not only do you feel euphoric, but you look great also. Be sure to pay attention to your diet - stay away from those trans-fats and too much sugar. These foods tend to have negative effects on your mood and well as your waste line. Take care of your body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date as much as you can - Even if you find someone that you like, keep your options open. Meet as many people as possible without getting serious. Just be friends and don't have any expectations for someone that you just met (why should you). Just keep it cool and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, its better to be single than to stay in a destructive or dysfunctional relationship. So get out there and enjoy your single life - let's face being single is exciting and full of surprises. Good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6934495417861953205?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6934495417861953205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6934495417861953205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6934495417861953205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6934495417861953205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/single-read-this-before-you-begin.html' title='Just had a break-up? Read this before you begin dating again.'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5359022446712017309</id><published>2009-07-14T17:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:10:57.557+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thandie Newton'/><title type='text'>Outfit of the week - Thandie Newton wears Mathew Williamson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Slyf8aZn71I/AAAAAAAAAfM/K4RUIu0gZiI/s1600-h/b522e92c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Slyf8aZn71I/AAAAAAAAAfM/K4RUIu0gZiI/s400/b522e92c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358333516891811666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Slye_Q8oW5I/AAAAAAAAAfE/X_hKWDMYKqM/s1600-h/427f67ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Slye_Q8oW5I/AAAAAAAAAfE/X_hKWDMYKqM/s400/427f67ec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358332466382265234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thandie wears "head to toe" Mathew Williamson for this soirée in London. I just love her, she always looks fantastic (especially after two children). How does she do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5359022446712017309?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5359022446712017309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5359022446712017309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5359022446712017309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5359022446712017309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/outfit-of-week-thandie-newton-wears.html' title='Outfit of the week - Thandie Newton wears Mathew Williamson'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Slyf8aZn71I/AAAAAAAAAfM/K4RUIu0gZiI/s72-c/b522e92c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-8536152558223813569</id><published>2009-06-11T17:02:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:12:17.220+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Megan Fox'/><title type='text'>Outfit of the week - Megan Fox in Hervé Leroux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SjEeFLn1JGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/SyZ2Fam4Ld0/s1600-h/Megan+Fox+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SjEeFLn1JGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/SyZ2Fam4Ld0/s400/Megan+Fox+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346087307033519202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SjEd7ljPfYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/oXmVtUXNTp4/s1600-h/Megan+Fox+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SjEd7ljPfYI/AAAAAAAAAe0/oXmVtUXNTp4/s400/Megan+Fox+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346087142194904450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SjEduHPKlYI/AAAAAAAAAes/tPg3sodHgFk/s1600-h/Megan+Fox+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SjEduHPKlYI/AAAAAAAAAes/tPg3sodHgFk/s400/Megan+Fox+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346086910719333762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Fox killed it with this sexy number by Hervé Leroux. Currently, she's in Asia promoting Transformers 2 with her cast mates. Now that everyone wants this dress, I'm sure the price is going to go through the roof. Maybe I'll get lucky and find a knock-off on high street. Enjoy the pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-8536152558223813569?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8536152558223813569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=8536152558223813569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8536152558223813569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8536152558223813569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/outfit-of-week-megan-fox.html' title='Outfit of the week - Megan Fox in Hervé Leroux'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SjEeFLn1JGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/SyZ2Fam4Ld0/s72-c/Megan+Fox+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7179678000172116722</id><published>2009-05-23T17:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:37:31.121+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannes 2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean-Claude Van Damme'/><title type='text'>Jean-Claude and his package do Cannes 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShgZzQDP6jI/AAAAAAAAAek/zoipSfUPUjM/s1600-h/56265EU_VAN_DAMME_B-GR_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShgZzQDP6jI/AAAAAAAAAek/zoipSfUPUjM/s400/56265EU_VAN_DAMME_B-GR_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339045726520338994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of Cannes 2009 - a shot of JCVD's morning sausage. I'm not sure which film he's promoting this year, but yesterday he managed to tease his devoted fans with a profile of his 'croissant.' The only thing missing from this experience was a classic 'air-kick' or his famous splits on the balcony. Better luck next time. Enjoy the photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7179678000172116722?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7179678000172116722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7179678000172116722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7179678000172116722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7179678000172116722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/jean-claude-and-his-package-do-cannes.html' title='Jean-Claude and his package do Cannes 2009'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShgZzQDP6jI/AAAAAAAAAek/zoipSfUPUjM/s72-c/56265EU_VAN_DAMME_B-GR_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2988999897780213773</id><published>2009-05-21T09:23:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:51:09.814+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angelina Jolie - Cannes 2009'/><title type='text'>Angelina Jolie - Cause she Cannes Cannes Cannes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShUHeWis-NI/AAAAAAAAAec/Yp_3dil4Fwc/s1600-h/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShUHeWis-NI/AAAAAAAAAec/Yp_3dil4Fwc/s400/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338181151346194642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShUHYQs9jXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MgRYQxtv6sY/s1600-h/angelina-brad-b_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShUHYQs9jXI/AAAAAAAAAeU/MgRYQxtv6sY/s400/angelina-brad-b_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338181046699396466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShUHSW0VbuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SuibOeh10MM/s1600-h/angelina_jolie_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShUHSW0VbuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/SuibOeh10MM/s400/angelina_jolie_300x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338180945261719266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina Jolie looks sick hot at Cannes 2009! She owns every other woman on the red carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Hubba hubba. That dress! That face with symmetric features! The eyes! The lips! The tattoos! What a temptress! She simply gets better looking with age and with more children. Brad probably pinches himself everyday in disbelief that someone this hot is his lady. Angelina possesses the mystique of a Greek goddess. Megan Fox eat your heart out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2988999897780213773?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2988999897780213773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=2988999897780213773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2988999897780213773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2988999897780213773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/angelina-jolie-cause-she-cannes-cannes.html' title='Angelina Jolie - Cause she Cannes Cannes Cannes!'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ShUHeWis-NI/AAAAAAAAAec/Yp_3dil4Fwc/s72-c/phpThumb_generated_thumbnailjpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-8233530177703856504</id><published>2009-05-15T22:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:47:51.242+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chippendales'/><title type='text'>Friday chippendale - Henry Cavill from The Tudors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Sg3U5RxhsII/AAAAAAAAAd0/OgipjjujW5A/s1600-h/Henrycavill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Sg3U5RxhsII/AAAAAAAAAd0/OgipjjujW5A/s400/Henrycavill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336155213992669314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-8233530177703856504?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8233530177703856504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=8233530177703856504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8233530177703856504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8233530177703856504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-chippendale-henry-cavill-from.html' title='Friday chippendale - Henry Cavill from The Tudors'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Sg3U5RxhsII/AAAAAAAAAd0/OgipjjujW5A/s72-c/Henrycavill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-1460457900735426073</id><published>2009-05-09T16:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:07:11.413+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naomi Campbell - Goddess'/><title type='text'>Outfit of the week - Naomi Campbell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SgWNevMctEI/AAAAAAAAAds/zSbMSLUcn6o/s1600-h/spl98421_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SgWNevMctEI/AAAAAAAAAds/zSbMSLUcn6o/s400/spl98421_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333824892894491714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce! My inspiration for losing the baby weight I've gained over the past nine months. As soon as they baby arrives, the exercise regime is on. I'm calling the trainer as soon as I can start running again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-1460457900735426073?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1460457900735426073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=1460457900735426073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1460457900735426073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1460457900735426073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/outfit-of-week-naomi-campbell.html' title='Outfit of the week - Naomi Campbell'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SgWNevMctEI/AAAAAAAAAds/zSbMSLUcn6o/s72-c/spl98421_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5069606501229490368</id><published>2009-05-09T14:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:19:20.075+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brussels and alcohol'/><title type='text'>It's easy to become an alcoholic in Brussels</title><content type='html'>It's no secret that Europe has the world's highest alcohol consumption. When I first arrived in Brussels four years ago, I was excited to live in a place where the locals were so relaxed about drinking. I was also excited to try all the world-class beers produced in Belgium (although I had no idea the percentage of alcohol was much higher than I was accustomed). Where I come from, the beer and wine taste like urine and have a significantly lower percentage of alcohol. For this reason, people tend to drink more alcohol to feel the the desired effects (the numbness). Belgians and the French are famous for the way they handle alcohol - its not unusual for them to just have once glass of wine or beer and stop. Unfortunately many people can't do that. Some people have to get pissed (force of habit) and Brussels provides the perfect environment to do just that (everyday if you want).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current pregnancy has provided me a much needed hiatus from alcohol. It's also opened my eyes to the overwhelming drinking culture of Brussels. As an expat working for an international company, most if not all social gatherings center around the consumption of alcohol. The weather here is normally cloudy or cold, so its easy to develop a a drinking habit with the common " after work drink." (Some professionals will even have  a bottle of wine over lunch). Besides the fact that alcohol is inexpensive to purchase in Belgium, its everywhere. You can purchase beer for example, at McDonald's, the cinema and the dvd rental shop. Most importantly, the selection of beer and wine available in Belgium is some of the best tasting in the world. (Don't get me started on the food). In sum, developing a taste and craving for alcohol can be quite easy.&lt;br /&gt;(Drunk driving is also rampant in Belgium because most Belgians don't consider beer and wine to be alcohol. They will tell you, "There is beer and wine, and then there's alcohol.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends mention the fact that they need to slow down or even take a break from boozing. It's just too easy to develop the habit of drinking on a regular basis, not just on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, remember to use moderation. If you have alcoholism in your family and you work in Brussels, drink responsibly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5069606501229490368?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5069606501229490368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5069606501229490368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5069606501229490368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5069606501229490368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-easy-to-become-alcoholic-in.html' title='It&apos;s easy to become an alcoholic in Brussels'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-16452145642003378</id><published>2009-03-25T13:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:54:42.012+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aretha Franklin'/><title type='text'>Jabba the hutt is 67 today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ScooJwCEdnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ko5FkJbMha0/s1600-h/FP_1103876_FP_AFTERGRAMMY_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ScooJwCEdnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ko5FkJbMha0/s400/FP_1103876_FP_AFTERGRAMMY_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317106458041808498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok its really Aretha Franklin (the Queen of Soul) who's celebrating a birthday today. How does she carry around all this weight...I'm just saying. Not a healthy look for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-16452145642003378?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/16452145642003378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=16452145642003378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/16452145642003378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/16452145642003378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/jabba-hutt-is-67-today.html' title='Jabba the hutt is 67 today.'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/ScooJwCEdnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ko5FkJbMha0/s72-c/FP_1103876_FP_AFTERGRAMMY_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-1935758926717275651</id><published>2009-03-22T19:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:59:52.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dickheads'/><title type='text'>Why do dickheads get girls?</title><content type='html'>Put simply, because women think dickheads are exciting. Young women have been choosing dickheads (sorry if this isn't your preferred nomenclature) since puberty. Remember when you were in high school? Who were you more attracted to: the cute guy who insulted you with a smile on his face or the nice guy who kindly helped you with your calculus homework and listened to you talk about other guys? Seems like a girl would like the second guy, but the first guy always seems to grab her attention and keep her guessing.  This behavior continues throughout high school, university and beyond. So who are dickheads anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dickheads are normally young, cute, men who appear to be magnetic, self-confident and tough on the outside (ugly dickheads don't get girls). However on the inside, they are clueless, insecure and scared shit less (women don't know this for some time). Dickheads play games, never call, show women no respect and women keep coming back for more - returning like a boomerang. Women think they can change these guys. They don't want someone to acquiesce to their every need;especially call them. This is where "nice guys" can get in trouble for just being that, nice. Kind of a boring title given to some one that treats his lady with respect, calls her and is loyal to her. So unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will women learn?&lt;br /&gt;People normally learn by doing i.e. women don't appreciate a decent guy until they have been through a highway of "dickheads." Eventually a light turns on. Dickheads = Stupid boys = waste of time. Realizing this fact only comes with maturity and time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-1935758926717275651?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1935758926717275651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=1935758926717275651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1935758926717275651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1935758926717275651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-do-women-prefer-dickheads-like-men.html' title='Why do dickheads get girls?'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7336588645974978951</id><published>2009-03-15T09:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T09:18:27.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'> Sunday Chippendale - Stephen Moyer  of the hit TV series True Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/L9sEfv_u7Gk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/L9sEfv_u7Gk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7336588645974978951?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7336588645974978951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7336588645974978951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7336588645974978951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7336588645974978951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-chippendale-stephen-moyer-of-hit.html' title=' Sunday Chippendale - Stephen Moyer  of the hit TV series True Blood'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-4373790119017764996</id><published>2009-03-14T21:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:29:50.693+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Vogue Beyoncé April 2009'/><title type='text'>Is this a record for American Vogue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbwSq0k1PCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ugcrcaz-dUk/s1600-h/beyvogueapril2009-500x684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbwSq0k1PCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ugcrcaz-dUk/s400/beyvogueapril2009-500x684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313142187267275810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two consecutive covers featuring black models (celebrities). This is a first since I've been reading the fashion industry "bible"  at the age of 13. The April 2009 shape issue features the lovely Beyoncé and her curves. I love everything about this cover - the make-up, hair, closed mouth and the dress. The magazines cover choice is a political move as well as an attempt to broaden the magazine's readership and recognize ethnic beauty (better late than never). Will we see another ethnic cover this year? We'll have to wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-4373790119017764996?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4373790119017764996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=4373790119017764996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4373790119017764996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4373790119017764996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-this-record-for-american-vogue.html' title='Is this a record for American Vogue?'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbwSq0k1PCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ugcrcaz-dUk/s72-c/beyvogueapril2009-500x684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-490920288201305094</id><published>2009-03-13T00:38:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:10:27.049+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spandex pants'/><title type='text'>Xanadu spandex pants are back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Sbmi9vs274I/AAAAAAAAAb0/G_YeR86sYsA/s1600-h/kanye-west-and-amber-rose-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Sbmi9vs274I/AAAAAAAAAb0/G_YeR86sYsA/s400/kanye-west-and-amber-rose-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312456417120546690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmixeCTjJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lIwUvnG45AQ/s1600-h/beyonce-ct-3-364x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmixeCTjJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lIwUvnG45AQ/s400/beyonce-ct-3-364x600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312456206220233874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbminmgP90I/AAAAAAAAAbk/MQrYdAiffLQ/s1600-h/kanye-west-and-amber_rose_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbminmgP90I/AAAAAAAAAbk/MQrYdAiffLQ/s400/kanye-west-and-amber_rose_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312456036694619970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmicVOUQII/AAAAAAAAAbc/_NQVksgra_M/s1600-h/spl85524_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmicVOUQII/AAAAAAAAAbc/_NQVksgra_M/s400/spl85524_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312455843077439618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wear these pants, you're doing alright. Though I wouldn't wear these pants myself,  I think they look great on many ladies. Unfortunately some ladies with too much hip and thigh have been squeezing themselves in spandex regularly (same thing happened with the skinny jeans). Someone (hopefully a good friend) needs to tell them to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "stop it now, i.e. don't do it."&lt;/span&gt;  You need a good body to pull this look off -a look which clearly highlights the contour of your legs and butt. If you have a voluptuous lower body, try a tight skirt instead. You can achieve the same affect without showing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; much extra stuff. Enjoy the pics and try not too laugh too hard at Lil Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Most of these styles can be purchased at American Apparel for $42.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-490920288201305094?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/490920288201305094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=490920288201305094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/490920288201305094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/490920288201305094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/xanadu-spandex-pants-are-back.html' title='Xanadu spandex pants are back'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/Sbmi9vs274I/AAAAAAAAAb0/G_YeR86sYsA/s72-c/kanye-west-and-amber-rose-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6813791182110979713</id><published>2009-03-12T19:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:25:08.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Chippendale: "Nick the Dick"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/378e4qzc8LE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/378e4qzc8LE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6813791182110979713?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6813791182110979713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6813791182110979713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6813791182110979713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6813791182110979713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/thursday-chippendale-dick.html' title='Thursday Chippendale: &amp;quot;Nick the Dick&amp;quot;'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6028004621050134182</id><published>2009-03-09T18:02:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:29:23.095+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imperfections make millions'/><title type='text'>World's top models get paid with imperfections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmMLSgFD3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/igyteVMks6c/s1600-h/katemoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmMLSgFD3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/igyteVMks6c/s400/katemoss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312431361033047922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmMEvnhLGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ty_2JlVK-Js/s1600-h/gbundchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmMEvnhLGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ty_2JlVK-Js/s400/gbundchen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312431248589794402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmL8e6OZFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EU3yV2vLamg/s1600-h/lcasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmL8e6OZFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/EU3yV2vLamg/s400/lcasta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312431106665899090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmLzvaIYbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/92LBeex0QdY/s1600-h/alima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmLzvaIYbI/AAAAAAAAAa8/92LBeex0QdY/s400/alima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312430956475867570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not lose courage in considering your own imperfections. - St. Francis de Sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be beautiful doesn't mean you have to look perfect, i.e. straight teeth, button nose and perfect skin. A handful of the world's most famous and highest paid models have made it big in the fashion industry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sans&lt;/span&gt; the conventional perfect features. These ladies are literally the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creme de la creme&lt;/span&gt; of the fashion world and have risen to the top of their profession with crooked teeth, a big nose and crooked legs. I celebrate four of them here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6028004621050134182?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6028004621050134182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6028004621050134182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6028004621050134182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6028004621050134182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/worlds-top-models-get-paid-with.html' title='World&apos;s top models get paid with imperfections'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbmMLSgFD3I/AAAAAAAAAbU/igyteVMks6c/s72-c/katemoss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5539722911037327126</id><published>2009-03-06T16:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:21:51.243+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brad pitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chippendales'/><title type='text'>Friday chippendale - Brad Pitt does it right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbFNOFSJ1RI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Md7yGrQ7NZw/s1600-h/Brad+Pitt-Nancy+Pelosi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbFNOFSJ1RI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Md7yGrQ7NZw/s400/Brad+Pitt-Nancy+Pelosi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310110339978351890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay I take back everything I said about Brad Pitt the other. Any guy that devotes his free time to public service and helping those less fortunate, are hot and deserve to join the ranks of the Chippendales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pitt was in DC yesterday talking to Nancy Pelosi and others policy leaders, about the Make it Right campaign, which builds affordable and environmentally friendly homes for residents in New Orleans who lost their homes in Hurricane Katrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many people (Republicans) don't give a damn about New Orleans, Brad Pitt and the Democrats do. Keep up the the good work Brad. I wonder if Nancy needed to change her panties after the meeting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5539722911037327126?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5539722911037327126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5539722911037327126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5539722911037327126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5539722911037327126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-chippendale-brad-pitt-does-it.html' title='Friday chippendale - Brad Pitt does it right'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SbFNOFSJ1RI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Md7yGrQ7NZw/s72-c/Brad+Pitt-Nancy+Pelosi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2127879028318894423</id><published>2009-03-02T20:54:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:34:20.422+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgian fashion designers'/><title type='text'>Belgian Designers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaxJGFtbIDI/AAAAAAAAAak/eDu6rPdm6hg/s1600-h/100120081834011627_runway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaxJGFtbIDI/AAAAAAAAAak/eDu6rPdm6hg/s400/100120081834011627_runway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308698429723713586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For all you fashionistas coming to Belgium, don't forget to visit Antwerp and check out these world-renowned fashion designers on their home turf. One could pick up many of these outfits at your nearest vintage shop (at least some of the pieces). Never the less, it is fun to visit these shops in person and get inspired. Be advised: These designers don't make clothes for bodies larger than a size 8 (European standards not American). Keep eating your veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaxI31hfzII/AAAAAAAAAac/HqaxUDT86V0/s1600-h/092820081740477630_runway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaxI31hfzII/AAAAAAAAAac/HqaxUDT86V0/s400/092820081740477630_runway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308698184860552322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaxIsCz1FjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1h_Zqhs13QY/s1600-h/093020082026034313_runway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaxIsCz1FjI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1h_Zqhs13QY/s400/093020082026034313_runway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308697982268675634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/Runway/Ready-to-Wear/Spring-2009-RTW/DRIES-VAN-NOTEN/DRIES-VAN-NOTEN"&gt;Dries Van Noten&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/Fashion/Designer-Files/Ann-Demeulemeester"&gt;Ann Demeulemeester&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/Runway/Ready-to-Wear/Spring-2009-RTW/NINA-RICCI/NINA-RICCI"&gt;Oliver Theyskens for Nina Ricci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="hed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antwerp_Six"&gt;Antwerp Six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2127879028318894423?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2127879028318894423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=2127879028318894423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2127879028318894423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2127879028318894423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/belgian-designers.html' title='Belgian Designers'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaxJGFtbIDI/AAAAAAAAAak/eDu6rPdm6hg/s72-c/100120081834011627_runway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5622143501703316806</id><published>2009-02-22T23:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:20:39.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mickey Rourke Acceptance Speech Best Male Lead Film Independent's Spirit Awards 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/og3tN7P6oKI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/og3tN7P6oKI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can't write this. Mickey  Rourke is back!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5622143501703316806?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5622143501703316806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5622143501703316806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5622143501703316806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5622143501703316806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/mickey-rourke-acceptance-speech-best.html' title='Mickey Rourke Acceptance Speech Best Male Lead Film Independent&amp;#39;s Spirit Awards 2009'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-4284880367214518884</id><published>2009-02-11T22:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:26:06.276+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michelle Obama Vogue March 2009'/><title type='text'>Les Black est en vogue: Michelle Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaO9EvJyr-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FaZiqv46vi8/s1600-h/michelle-obama-vogue-march-2009-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaO9EvJyr-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FaZiqv46vi8/s400/michelle-obama-vogue-march-2009-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306292675047239650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-4284880367214518884?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4284880367214518884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=4284880367214518884&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4284880367214518884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4284880367214518884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/les-black-est-en-vogue-michelle-obama.html' title='Les Black est en vogue: Michelle Obama'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SaO9EvJyr-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/FaZiqv46vi8/s72-c/michelle-obama-vogue-march-2009-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5214323967121426703</id><published>2009-02-10T11:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:13:04.865+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women suck'/><title type='text'>An honorable woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SZGLQbCMfoI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RKdfGHgaXwo/s1600-h/supergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SZGLQbCMfoI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RKdfGHgaXwo/s400/supergirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301171350642916994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm expecting my first child - a girl - in May. I look forward to holding her in my arms, shopping with her and one day teaching her how to play golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I look forward to teaching her (and showing her) the importance of being an honorable/super woman.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My experiences growing up with women haven't exactly been the best. Why? Because most women suck - if their not in competition with you for a guy or who has the better clothes, hair etc., they can be just down right nasty and petty. I've been guilty of having these feelings towards other girls myself. Most likely because I was feeling insecure. I think these characteristics weaken women as an entire sex. As a young girl experiencing difficult times with my girlfriends in school (normally about nothing), there were many times I can remember wishing I was a guy instead. Sure, jealousy exists among a group of guys; however, they are much more relaxed about it. Men don't hate each other because one of them has a better car, prettier girlfriend or better paying job. They just don't. In my opinion, a male friendship is based on more enduring factors; thus, making them last longer and function better. Where I'm from, a typical male slogan is 'Bros before hoes.' For women its the opposite - 'Dicks before chicks.' I would translate this loosely (for those of you that don't understand) as meaning this - For a man a relationship with a women is just a part of life, it does not define him in any way. Men love their friends more. On the contrary for a female, a relationship and getting married means everything in life to her - even more than her friends. All their time gets devoted to the boyfriend. I never understood this and have never been like that. Perhaps for many women, it has something to do with the biological clock, societal pressures or that there is a shortage of good men out there. I have a friend who never talked to me again after I told her I was engaged to be married before her. She didn't even act happy for me, she simply stopped talking to me. A guy would never do that. Amongst females, you always know who your friends are when good things happen to you. I could go on about the reasons women suck, but I won't. Enough on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how am I going to raise and honorable girl? By doing the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Teaching her to really like herself the way she is. Comparing oneself to others creates insecurity and jealousy. I will teach her to love and respect all the wonderful things that make her unique.&lt;br /&gt;- Showing her the importance of being kind to others - especially those who are worse off.&lt;br /&gt;- Showing her that there is more to life than how you look. Moreover, the importance of developing different talents and encourage her to get involved in different activities such as golf, horse back riding and volunteering.&lt;br /&gt;- I will tell my daughter not to fall into the same pattern of typical female behavior - catty, petty, jealous - with their friends. Kill cruelty with kindness and do unto others as you would like them to do unto you. No matter how your friends act, be sure to uphold a sense of honor in all that you do. Rise above all the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;- I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;firmly&lt;/span&gt; explain to her the following: "Don't give a rats ass what other people think of you. You are special and unique and if other people don't like it they can go crawl under a rock." People can be mean for no reason (well normally because they need to make themselves feel better). People may not like you for no apparent reason. Just have to ignore them and be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Last but not least, have fun in life. Don't sweat anybody or anything - especially men. They are like buses- a new one arrives every five minutes. If things don't work, they will with someone else. Don't get your heart set on anything or you'll be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough preaching for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5214323967121426703?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5214323967121426703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5214323967121426703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5214323967121426703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5214323967121426703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/honorable-woman.html' title='An honorable woman'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SZGLQbCMfoI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/RKdfGHgaXwo/s72-c/supergirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6002515620004274166</id><published>2009-02-05T11:30:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:20:26.209+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learn French in Brussels'/><title type='text'>Learning French in Brussels...its more difficult than you can imagine</title><content type='html'>For newcomers arriving in Belgium, I'm sure you're very excited for a number of reasons. The prospect of  starting a new job, meeting people from all over the world and learning a new language seems intriguing and stimulating. Especially the prospect of learning French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, before you pee in your pants with excitement about learning French, I'd like to enlighten you with a few things to consider before embarking on this linguistic adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't speak a Latin-based language like Spanish or Italian or have studied French in school, know that French is a very complicated language. French is packed with many sounds and grammatical variations that tend to overwhelm most beginners. I have many friends from Nordic countries that have been in Brussels for over five years and only speak "baby" French. Which brings me to my next point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes serious effort to get to a reasonable level in French when you live in Belgium - even more when you live in Brussels. Brussels is the capital of Europe and believe it or not, English has become the most widely spoken language within the EU institutions. There are so many expats living in Brussels (I work with two Americans 5 Brits and 1 Italian). Belgians living in Brussels are eager to show off their English with foreigners. Right away, learning French just got that much harder. The rest of Belgium is another story. Just a quick word about Belgium. I would compare this country to a bad marriage where the parents stay together only for the child - Brussels. Belgium is a country distinctively split by three languages - French, Flemish (or pretty Dutch) and German (although German is an official language, only a tiny spot bordering Germany speaks it). The larger and more influential parts of Belgium are split between French and Flemish. For example, when you go to Namur ( 40 minutes from Brussels) you would speak French. On the other hand, when you drive 40 minutes in the opposite direction towards Antwerp you would speak Flemish of English (don't even think about speaking French there). The experience is like travelling between two different countries. En contraire, when you are in France, you know it. There is a very strong and vibrant linguistic culture there. You would have to speak French or else no one would talk to you. No one will be eager to speak English with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this in mind, if you never spoke French in Belgium, you would get along just fine. However, what a shame. I've met people living in Belgium for over 10 years and barely speak a word. The bottom line is, if you want to learn French well while living in Belgium, you have to put forth more effort than you thought. If you learned some French in school, lucky you. You already have an advantage. However, you have to be desperate to get past the "baby" French speakeing level - its too easy to fall back on English. Seek out French speaking colleagues and friends to practice with and try to read the news in French everyday. If you get discouraged, just change your approach. Never give up or else nothing will happen. If you really want to speak French you will. Bonne chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top language schools in Brussels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alliance Française de Bruxelles-Europe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rue de la Loi, 26&lt;br /&gt;B-1040 BRUXELLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;b&gt;Tel :&lt;/b&gt; +32 (0) 2 502 46 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fax :&lt;/b&gt;  +32 (0) 2 736 47 00 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlitz Schools of Languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brussels Louise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1050&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avenue Louise 306-310&lt;br /&gt;Tel.: +32 2 649 61 75&lt;br /&gt;Fax:  +32 2 640 11 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Centre d'Etude du Francais - Brussels, Belgium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Chee de Vleurgat 275&lt;br /&gt;1050 Brussels&lt;br /&gt;Tel.:          + 32 2 344 1515&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your colleagues and friends - you have their contact details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6002515620004274166?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6002515620004274166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6002515620004274166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6002515620004274166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6002515620004274166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-french-in-brusselsits-more.html' title='Learning French in Brussels...its more difficult than you can imagine'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7242064892456815866</id><published>2009-02-04T23:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:43:21.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Bale vs. Bill O'Reilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Gbz6-7c_7Hk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Gbz6-7c_7Hk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday Chippendales. Something about a man with a temper makes me hot, instant moisture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a serious note, Christian sounds like he needs a vacation - what a nut job!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7242064892456815866?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7242064892456815866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7242064892456815866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7242064892456815866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7242064892456815866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/christian-bale-vs-bill-o.html' title='Christian Bale vs. Bill O&amp;#39;Reilly'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-1536311355775453329</id><published>2009-02-01T22:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:20:44.675+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jean-Claude Van Damme'/><title type='text'>One of the best butts in the world is Belgian. Can you guess who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SYYRAVDfzSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FYYC57TTKy0/s1600-h/jean_claude_van_damme18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SYYRAVDfzSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FYYC57TTKy0/s400/jean_claude_van_damme18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297940708997451042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed JCVD, you're correct. I don't really know what he's up to today besides acting crazy. All I can say is that the only reason I ever watched his films, is to see the juicy doubles he was packing. They definitely don't make males asses like this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to be thankful Belgium exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-1536311355775453329?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1536311355775453329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=1536311355775453329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1536311355775453329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1536311355775453329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-of-best-butts-in-world-is-belgian.html' title='One of the best butts in the world is Belgian. Can you guess who?'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SYYRAVDfzSI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FYYC57TTKy0/s72-c/jean_claude_van_damme18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5880203896967959107</id><published>2009-01-12T18:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:20:02.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obese celebrities'/><title type='text'>Separated at birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SWt7r9yjZyI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Cp3ubvsEU78/s1600-h/Aretha+Franklin-CSH-037824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SWt7r9yjZyI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Cp3ubvsEU78/s400/Aretha+Franklin-CSH-037824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290458182527969058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SWt7l84W_zI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_-T-Jovt-f0/s1600-h/jabba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SWt7l84W_zI/AAAAAAAAAZM/_-T-Jovt-f0/s400/jabba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290458079204671282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5880203896967959107?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5880203896967959107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5880203896967959107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5880203896967959107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5880203896967959107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2009/01/separated-at-birth.html' title='Separated at birth'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SWt7r9yjZyI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Cp3ubvsEU78/s72-c/Aretha+Franklin-CSH-037824.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2731372596192549421</id><published>2008-12-15T22:27:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:27:23.309+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethnic Lounge Bar Brussels'/><title type='text'>Ethnic Lounge Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SUbMdfUseRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YXsZHGmN0h0/s1600-h/ethnic_240_62.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 62px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SUbMdfUseRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YXsZHGmN0h0/s400/ethnic_240_62.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280132420135057682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic Lounge Bar&lt;br /&gt;Avenue Louise 277&lt;br /&gt;1050 Brussels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to check out a cool new bar in Brussels last Saturday- Ethnic Lounge Bar. I've driven past this place on many occasions and it's always crowded - I had to go there before the end of 2008. My husband and I took some friends there after dinner and were surprised by the cool North African decor, good drinks (I can recommend the virgin mojito) and the creative dj that played a terrific mix of popular dance music. The patrons were of all ages which was nice (18-47). The only downside was the cigarette smoke that seemed to be concentrated in the back of the bar where we were sitting in this comfortable couches. Never the less, I would go there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2731372596192549421?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2731372596192549421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=2731372596192549421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2731372596192549421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2731372596192549421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/ethnic-lounge-bar.html' title='Ethnic Lounge Bar'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SUbMdfUseRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/YXsZHGmN0h0/s72-c/ethnic_240_62.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7415224797071804781</id><published>2008-12-15T22:05:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:17:31.257+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Where to eat this week for Italian in Brussels'/><title type='text'>Le Dolce Campagna - Where to eat this week for Italian</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="280" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;&lt;address&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:placeclick(0)" class="darkLink"&gt;Chaussée de Vleurgat, 167&lt;br /&gt;1050 Elsene&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/address&gt; (Brussels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="red"&gt;Tel: 02 647 88 02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pate à la truffe served with a smile, terrific wine selection, chic atmosphere, nice lounge music and beautiful outdoor terrace (when the weather permits). Great place to meet friends and family. €30-40 per person including wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7415224797071804781?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7415224797071804781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7415224797071804781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7415224797071804781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7415224797071804781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/le-dolce-campagna-where-to-eat-this.html' title='Le Dolce Campagna - Where to eat this week for Italian'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3213370284469677385</id><published>2008-12-15T21:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:01:10.704+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='non-alcoholic beer'/><title type='text'>Alcohol - free beer in Belgium? It's true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SUbFOz7DIHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xJmi91E3PkY/s1600-h/maeszero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SUbFOz7DIHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xJmi91E3PkY/s400/maeszero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280124471385202802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm 5 months pregnant, I'm actively looking for non-alcoholic alternatives that trick me into feeling as though I'm not missing out on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;thing. Besides virgin mojitos, I've found two decent non-alcoholic beer alternatives. Maes Zero, pilsner beer with a twist of lime, and Chello, Kriek lambic beer (cherry beer) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sans &lt;/span&gt;alcohol and guilt. Both are surprisingly good and I would even consider drinking these beers after I give birth just to save me from the calories of normal beer. Never the less, the search continues for a new non-alcoholic brew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3213370284469677385?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3213370284469677385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3213370284469677385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3213370284469677385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3213370284469677385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/12/alcohol-free-beer-in-belgium-its-true.html' title='Alcohol - free beer in Belgium? It&apos;s true'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SUbFOz7DIHI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xJmi91E3PkY/s72-c/maeszero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-8533208025997222245</id><published>2008-07-29T12:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:49:09.273+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moule Frite'/><title type='text'>On a rainy day in Brussels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SI71jNYUKrI/AAAAAAAAATw/5pe2HEnsU6Y/s1600-h/IMAGE_104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SI71jNYUKrI/AAAAAAAAATw/5pe2HEnsU6Y/s400/IMAGE_104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228386202659596978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SI71ebvGPwI/AAAAAAAAATo/RghV5U0bXBU/s1600-h/IMAGE_103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SI71ebvGPwI/AAAAAAAAATo/RghV5U0bXBU/s400/IMAGE_103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228386120613904130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat Mussels, Fries and drink a beer. The Belgian national dish - Moule Frite. Its fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-8533208025997222245?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8533208025997222245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=8533208025997222245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8533208025997222245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8533208025997222245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-rainy-day-in-brussels.html' title='On a rainy day in Brussels...'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SI71jNYUKrI/AAAAAAAAATw/5pe2HEnsU6Y/s72-c/IMAGE_104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-1620145943391440252</id><published>2008-07-26T00:23:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:54:37.404+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supermodels'/><title type='text'>Yasmeen Ghauri - Have you seen her?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIpZooj6ipI/AAAAAAAAATg/M2kKGXivjI8/s1600-h/yasm014seul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIpZooj6ipI/AAAAAAAAATg/M2kKGXivjI8/s400/yasm014seul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227088872134576786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIpUvkaAgWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LMURNZyIkGA/s1600-h/yasm015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIpUvkaAgWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LMURNZyIkGA/s400/yasm015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227083493720228194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIpUlULMsXI/AAAAAAAAATI/N2LRVELK_EI/s1600-h/yasmeen9107t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIpUlULMsXI/AAAAAAAAATI/N2LRVELK_EI/s400/yasmeen9107t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227083317564453234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIpUcbDmgkI/AAAAAAAAATA/Mxux47j9zT0/s1600-h/yasm013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIpUcbDmgkI/AAAAAAAAATA/Mxux47j9zT0/s400/yasm013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227083164792816194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my favorite model (after Naomi Campbell) growing up. I remember when I was 15, I used to imitate her catwalk strut for my family. She was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT &lt;/span&gt;as far as I was concerned - The ultimate 90's beauty icon. In the 1990's, Yasmeen used to appear in the top magazines and fashion campaigns in the world. Then one day she just disappeared, like a virgin on prom night. Have you seen her since? Recently, many supermodels of the past have been reemerging on the fashion scene and appearing in numerous fashion campaigns. I keep my fingers crossed that Yasmeen will reappear. I have no words to express her beauty. She is like Iman or Naomi - in a league of her own.  Simply timeless. Enjoy the pics of the lovely Yasmeen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-1620145943391440252?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1620145943391440252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=1620145943391440252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1620145943391440252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1620145943391440252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/yasmeen-ghauri-have-you-seen-her.html' title='Yasmeen Ghauri - Have you seen her?'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIpZooj6ipI/AAAAAAAAATg/M2kKGXivjI8/s72-c/yasm014seul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7009758746231504259</id><published>2008-07-25T22:41:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:19:09.383+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black models'/><title type='text'>I just bought two copies of Italian Vogue today!</title><content type='html'>Finally, I got my hands on the "The Black Issue." I waited almost two months (at least it feels that way in Brussels when you're waiting for something good to arrive) to buy one at the local &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Press Shop. &lt;/span&gt;After searching high n' low,I bought two copies of the issue - one to scrutinize and one to revere (and/or sell on EBay one day). I was also happy to see that the magazine came with a free and in-depth supplement to the Fall/Winter 2008 collections (totally gratis)! After having a look at the magazine for the fifth time today, I must admit - this is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stellar&lt;/span&gt; issue. What a great idea (Steven Meisel &amp;amp; Franca Sozzani)! Even though I can't read Italian, I see why such an issue was created. Almost every advertisement in the issue features white models. Only Naomi  Campbell is featured in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pinko &lt;/span&gt;ad. What a shame. The fashion world is really missing out. Black girls definitely have an energy that is lacking in the fashion world. I will have my Italian colleague translate the issue for me. I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Have you seen the August issue of American &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt;? Predictable, totally lame and totally bought up. Caters to the Hollywood elite. Anna Wintour and her posse play it safe every month. Anna needs to retire in December before the reputation of American &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; goes completely down the shitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7009758746231504259?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7009758746231504259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7009758746231504259&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7009758746231504259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7009758746231504259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-bought-two-copies-of-italian.html' title='I just bought two copies of Italian Vogue today!'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-652700467344209542</id><published>2008-07-24T11:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:14:19.981+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chippendales'/><title type='text'>Thursday Chippendale - Matthew McConaughey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIhH1Say3NI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3hEv1cADdd8/s1600-h/Matthew-McConaughey-fl03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIhH1Say3NI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3hEv1cADdd8/s400/Matthew-McConaughey-fl03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226506348366322898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tubular! If they make a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Point Break&lt;/span&gt; 2, he should play the lead role. Nice abs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-652700467344209542?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/652700467344209542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=652700467344209542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/652700467344209542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/652700467344209542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-chippendale-matthew.html' title='Thursday Chippendale - Matthew McConaughey'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIhH1Say3NI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3hEv1cADdd8/s72-c/Matthew-McConaughey-fl03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-4777624262284764070</id><published>2008-07-24T10:56:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:03:56.414+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unexpected crush'/><title type='text'>My unexpected crush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIhFMkb1whI/AAAAAAAAASw/ev1nLTkp_hY/s1600-h/Shia+LaBeouf+-+GQ+June+20085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIhFMkb1whI/AAAAAAAAASw/ev1nLTkp_hY/s400/Shia+LaBeouf+-+GQ+June+20085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226503449804653074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shia Lebouf. This came out of left field, but I think this guys is awesome. I saw the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers &lt;/span&gt;movie a few weeks ago, followed by the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indiana Jones &lt;/span&gt;film. He's got something. I actually dreamt of him one night - like we were friends or something. Strange. Shia reminds me of this really cute Canadian guy from Quebec that I had a crush on in university. Nothing ever happened, but there was always a secret crush between us. One can always dream. Enjoy the pic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-4777624262284764070?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4777624262284764070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=4777624262284764070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4777624262284764070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4777624262284764070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-unexpected-crush.html' title='My unexpected crush...'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIhFMkb1whI/AAAAAAAAASw/ev1nLTkp_hY/s72-c/Shia+LaBeouf+-+GQ+June+20085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3891192595924518108</id><published>2008-07-23T10:15:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:55:37.307+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supermodels'/><title type='text'>Supermodels - they were born for this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIbtvQMBrgI/AAAAAAAAASo/4w7iOVLlXrM/s1600-h/christytw5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIbtvQMBrgI/AAAAAAAAASo/4w7iOVLlXrM/s400/christytw5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226125813665082882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIbtqHN9ktI/AAAAAAAAASg/IZyUzAEdQjA/s1600-h/2593860031_95b1758f6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIbtqHN9ktI/AAAAAAAAASg/IZyUzAEdQjA/s400/2593860031_95b1758f6b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226125725357937362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIbtlAqLrgI/AAAAAAAAASY/N442TyeUMiY/s1600-h/6a00e54ef96453883400e5537f565e8833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIbtlAqLrgI/AAAAAAAAASY/N442TyeUMiY/s400/6a00e54ef96453883400e5537f565e8833-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226125637697908226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the latest advertisements for Fall/Winter 2008-09. The "Trinity" is back with a vengence! Linda Evangelista, Christy Turlington and Naomi Campbell - they still own the fashion world. Its obvious that the big designers are still crazy about the original supermodels. L-C-N still got it - they can sell magazines and clothes. These women are icons and they are the best. Back in the 80's and 90's, there were so many strong forces behind the rise of the supermodels. Today those forces are gone - Gianni and YSL (RIP). No one in the fashion world cares about the models as they once did. Today it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all &lt;/span&gt;about the clothes. There is no buzz surrounding the models of today because they all look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MO MONEY&lt;br /&gt;The image sells the clothes. Economic downturn for the fashion world? Not if your using &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"the big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three"&lt;/span&gt; to front your new campaign. Linda, Christy and Naomi are not from this planet. They are freaks of nature, born to do what they do. They know how to sell an image. Now in their 40's, these ladies are still the "fashion bombs." The lackluster/anorexic models of  today don't even compare.  Agyness who? Enjoy the pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3891192595924518108?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3891192595924518108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3891192595924518108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3891192595924518108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3891192595924518108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/supermodels-they-were-born-for-this.html' title='Supermodels - they were born for this!'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SIbtvQMBrgI/AAAAAAAAASo/4w7iOVLlXrM/s72-c/christytw5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2275469172682788243</id><published>2008-07-17T15:13:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:22:49.198+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hasselhoff is 56 today'/><title type='text'>Michael Knight aka David Hasselhoff is 56 today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SH9GVbld0FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Bq1ms4KgzNk/s1600-h/1982_knight_rider_season_two_dvd_art_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SH9GVbld0FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Bq1ms4KgzNk/s400/1982_knight_rider_season_two_dvd_art_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223971426769162322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SH9GQovhkCI/AAAAAAAAASI/PG-ia2gf-2I/s1600-h/david-hasselhoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SH9GQovhkCI/AAAAAAAAASI/PG-ia2gf-2I/s400/david-hasselhoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223971344401666082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he's not Belgian. It would be a much better excuse for this post. The truth is I used to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knight Rider&lt;/span&gt; every Friday night when I was a kid. The 80's were great right? I mean everything was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;au naturale &lt;/span&gt;then;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2275469172682788243?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2275469172682788243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=2275469172682788243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2275469172682788243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2275469172682788243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/michael-knight-aka-david-hasselhoff-is.html' title='Michael Knight aka David Hasselhoff is 56 today'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SH9GVbld0FI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Bq1ms4KgzNk/s72-c/1982_knight_rider_season_two_dvd_art_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6987700715793705710</id><published>2008-07-17T10:20:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:25:32.878+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chippendales'/><title type='text'>Thursday Chippendale - Cristiano Ronaldo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SH8BPD7-XCI/AAAAAAAAASA/IMnBz9q8zj0/s1600-h/IMG_4008WTMK.preview.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SH8BPD7-XCI/AAAAAAAAASA/IMnBz9q8zj0/s400/IMG_4008WTMK.preview.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223895451039587362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks like a TV star from the 1980's. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We wear short shorts..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6987700715793705710?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6987700715793705710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6987700715793705710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6987700715793705710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6987700715793705710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-chippendale-cristiano-ronaldo.html' title='Thursday Chippendale - Cristiano Ronaldo'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SH8BPD7-XCI/AAAAAAAAASA/IMnBz9q8zj0/s72-c/IMG_4008WTMK.preview.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3023120288485114236</id><published>2008-07-16T15:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T15:10:00.289+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fucking Starbucks'/><title type='text'>Starbucks is coming to Belgium. Merde!</title><content type='html'>My worst fears have come true - Starbucks is coming to the capital of Europe. Last week the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bulletin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;reported that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Starbucks will begin serving its famous burnt coffee with syrup and whip cream at Zaventum Airport in the autumn. Zaventum is about 20 minutes outside of Brussels and is probably Europe's second busiest airport. Although Starbucks is closing 600 stores across the US, it still continues to pop up on the European continent. Just like fucking McDonald's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3023120288485114236?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3023120288485114236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3023120288485114236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3023120288485114236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3023120288485114236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/starbucks-is-coming-to-belgium-merde.html' title='Starbucks is coming to Belgium. Merde!'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3626992202487026544</id><published>2008-07-16T11:22:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T11:51:43.286+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what to do when it rains in Brussels'/><title type='text'>Drizzle Drizzle...Brussels Weather</title><content type='html'>Today the weather is crap. Low, thick, grey clouds with drizzle. Was not easy to get out of bed; it never is when the weather is like this. Sometimes I ask myself why I've chosen to live in one of the world's rainiest city (Why not pack up an move to San Diego or Marseilles?). The weather here changes every 10 minutes, which explains the mood and behavior of the locals. If you run inside to use the bathroom you may find another season when you come back outside. Never believe a weather forecast for this city because its always supposed to rain when the sun is out and vice versa. Belgians have learned to handle these situations much better than the Brits or the Irish. Belgians are smokers and drinkers and they know have perfected the art of being a 'graceful drunk.' They are never loud or rude. (Belgians also boast a longer life expectancy than many of Europe's fittest nations). When the weather is shit in Brussels you have many choices: eat chocolate, go to the movies, read a book, go to the fitness club or get drunk. Most choose the latter. Why you ask? Because it is too easy (there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; a pub/bar on every street corner offering some of the world's best tasting beers) and cheap (starting at 75 cents).  One dosen't come to Brussels to get in shape - you come here for the Fries, the chocolate and the beer. So what am I going to do today? I'll eat sushi for lunch, go to the gym after work and then do what a typical  Belgian would do. Have a drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3626992202487026544?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3626992202487026544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3626992202487026544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3626992202487026544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3626992202487026544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/drizzle-drizzlebrussels-weather.html' title='Drizzle Drizzle...Brussels Weather'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3847331448669496914</id><published>2008-07-16T10:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:21:02.711+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sushi bar- La Belle de Jour'/><title type='text'>Discovery:New sushi bar in Brussels!</title><content type='html'>Restaurants are popping up here all the time. "La Belle de Jour"  on Rue de Trone, Troonstraat, 83. Look for the green door! I've tried many sushi restaurants in Brussels and this place has already beat out some of the sushi restaurants from my previous post. ( The Sushi Shop on Avenue Louise for example). The reason? The sushi tastes so fresh and is made in front of your eyes by the most adorable sushi chef - こんにちは。Konnichiwa. Miso soup is included with your order.  Take-away orders are the norm, but there is a cozy little section by the window if you want to eat there ( 2 seats). Somehow this place feels more authentic than the other sushi joints in Brussels. (I have to go to Japan). Another added bonus: its right across the street from my office! Go there for lunch tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Belle de Jour&lt;br /&gt;Rue de Trone 83&lt;br /&gt;1050 Ixelles&lt;br /&gt;Tel/fax: 02/503 1209&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3847331448669496914?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3847331448669496914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3847331448669496914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3847331448669496914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3847331448669496914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/discoverynew-sushi-bar-in-brussels.html' title='Discovery:New sushi bar in Brussels!'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3902949897596622171</id><published>2008-07-11T17:44:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:40:10.163+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutjob'/><title type='text'>The best mugshot I've ever seen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHeAAMQtCgI/AAAAAAAAARY/m1Fsf0Nrg-g/s1600-h/wouldyouhitit0710_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHeAAMQtCgI/AAAAAAAAARY/m1Fsf0Nrg-g/s400/wouldyouhitit0710_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221783033739020802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry its not Kevin Bacon. Its Robbie Martin. This dude from New Jersey was arrested for creating a public nuisance by leaving his car parked on the street filled with naked barbie dolls, ladies panties and porn magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly this is a cry for help or a form of self-expression. He looks quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expressive &lt;/span&gt;don't you think? I love the lip balm...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; in the US is punishable by law and such a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;deal. Although this guy looks like a "Ken" doll run over by a semi-truck about 20 times, it doesn't necessarily mean he is a threat to society. He probably had fucked up parents and uses naked barbies as a way to cope with his past. He actually looks quite harmless. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3902949897596622171?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3902949897596622171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3902949897596622171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3902949897596622171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3902949897596622171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-mugshot-ive-ever-seen.html' title='The best mugshot I&apos;ve ever seen...'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHeAAMQtCgI/AAAAAAAAARY/m1Fsf0Nrg-g/s72-c/wouldyouhitit0710_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-754494798752769927</id><published>2008-07-11T17:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:37:51.592+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chippendales'/><title type='text'>Friday chippendale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHd-FA3GMXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tk6Kpu3ebdY/s1600-h/jchambersbirthdasluts08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHd-FA3GMXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tk6Kpu3ebdY/s400/jchambersbirthdasluts08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221780917554917746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin Chambers, actor from Grey's Anatomy. Got a dollar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-754494798752769927?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/754494798752769927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=754494798752769927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/754494798752769927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/754494798752769927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-chippendale.html' title='Friday chippendale'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHd-FA3GMXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/tk6Kpu3ebdY/s72-c/jchambersbirthdasluts08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3338138717391164631</id><published>2008-07-11T13:40:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:45:58.031+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naomi Campbell - Goddess'/><title type='text'>Naomi Campbell - the world's best model</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHdHn0pIAVI/AAAAAAAAARI/6AHjPhkNfZE/s1600-h/naomi-campbell-in-i-d-magazine-august-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHdHn0pIAVI/AAAAAAAAARI/6AHjPhkNfZE/s400/naomi-campbell-in-i-d-magazine-august-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221721042430984530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHdHh11lB2I/AAAAAAAAARA/ofo-FmoH6MQ/s1600-h/naomi-campbell-in-i-d-magazine-august-cover-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHdHh11lB2I/AAAAAAAAARA/ofo-FmoH6MQ/s400/naomi-campbell-in-i-d-magazine-august-cover-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221720939672438626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHdHZXroa0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JSRqT-lSGqc/s1600-h/naomi-campbell-in-i-d-magazine-august-cover-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHdHZXroa0I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JSRqT-lSGqc/s400/naomi-campbell-in-i-d-magazine-august-cover-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221720794138700610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. The world's best model is black and 38 years old. Cell phone throwing aside, she can do no wrong in my book. She can throw her phone at me any day. Naomi, I carry hot sauce in my purse too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3338138717391164631?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3338138717391164631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3338138717391164631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3338138717391164631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3338138717391164631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/naomi-campbell-worlds-best-model.html' title='Naomi Campbell - the world&apos;s best model'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHdHn0pIAVI/AAAAAAAAARI/6AHjPhkNfZE/s72-c/naomi-campbell-in-i-d-magazine-august-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3344120739797576122</id><published>2008-07-10T11:30:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:20:18.713+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brussels life - Signs'/><title type='text'>Lingusitically challenged in Brussels - understanding the street signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXaUS59e3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ots4xvqlNQ0/s1600-h/IMG_4066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXaUS59e3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ots4xvqlNQ0/s400/IMG_4066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221319385213139826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Brussels, everything is written twice - in Flemish (Dutch) and in French. Walking down the streets you'll be bombarded with bilingual street signs and billboards. This makes things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; interesting when you first arrive in Europe's capital. During my initial weeks in Brussels, I can remember being so confused reading the streets signs and thinking "Am I really on Chaussée de Waterloo or is it Waterloosesteenweg? Wait,how did I get on Waterloosesteenweg?, not knowing it was the same street. "Should I learn French or Dutch?" I tried both but in the end chose French because of its international appeal. Its just so chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you have the opportunity to attend a public event in Brussels, you'll find that every speech has to be spoken in French, Flemish and sometimes English depending on the crowd. Yes, that's right, every speech is given two or three times. If you don't have patience, you'll get some living here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3344120739797576122?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3344120739797576122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3344120739797576122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3344120739797576122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3344120739797576122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/brussels-signs.html' title='Lingusitically challenged in Brussels - understanding the street signs'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXaUS59e3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Ots4xvqlNQ0/s72-c/IMG_4066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-8595561857624615350</id><published>2008-07-10T11:25:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:29:42.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot guys - Christian Bale'/><title type='text'>Holy hotness Batman! - The sexy Christian Bale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXWLxYX8MI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qxqqkSBBn28/s1600-h/balegqheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXWLxYX8MI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qxqqkSBBn28/s400/balegqheader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221314840728432834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXWF-0AVcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/irc23dUlv2M/s1600-h/balegq4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXWF-0AVcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/irc23dUlv2M/s400/balegq4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221314741254772162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXV_P37zkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2mbRuRw7etw/s1600-h/balegq1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXV_P37zkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2mbRuRw7etw/s400/balegq1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221314625575571010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-8595561857624615350?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8595561857624615350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=8595561857624615350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8595561857624615350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8595561857624615350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/holy-hotness-batman-sexy-christian-bale.html' title='Holy hotness Batman! - The sexy Christian Bale'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXWLxYX8MI/AAAAAAAAAQY/qxqqkSBBn28/s72-c/balegqheader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-194864553815256350</id><published>2008-07-10T11:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:18:40.784+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot guys - LL Cool J'/><title type='text'>I've always had a crush on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXTu9Qn9pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/93Bsz-l746s/s1600-h/ll+cool+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXTu9Qn9pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/93Bsz-l746s/s400/ll+cool+j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221312146677692050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL Cool J. Those lips, those muscles and that smile. He's still got it going on at 40. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-194864553815256350?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/194864553815256350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=194864553815256350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/194864553815256350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/194864553815256350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-always-had-crush-on.html' title='I&apos;ve always had a crush on...'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHXTu9Qn9pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/93Bsz-l746s/s72-c/ll+cool+j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-9174002341277871210</id><published>2008-07-06T18:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:26:19.351+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Couleur Cafe'/><title type='text'>ASA in Brussels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHHEnvdaWQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZZAOd7rVE48/s1600-h/IMAGE_095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHHEnvdaWQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZZAOd7rVE48/s400/IMAGE_095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220169630132885762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa played in Brussels last week at the annual Couleur Cafe concert series, featuring international acts such as Orishas and MC Solaar. Although she was on stage at the same time as Erykah Badu, she held her own. Playing to a modest crowd from her first and only album, Asa showed us her penchant for converging melodies, dance and smooth rythmns. This budding Nigerian songstress is going to be a big star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-9174002341277871210?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9174002341277871210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=9174002341277871210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/9174002341277871210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/9174002341277871210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/asa-in-brussels.html' title='ASA in Brussels'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SHHEnvdaWQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ZZAOd7rVE48/s72-c/IMAGE_095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2755073894474950702</id><published>2008-07-03T11:35:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T11:41:21.533+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments in fashion'/><title type='text'>Moments in fashion - Diversity vs Whiteout</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGyeXFewJcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RvxnmdKygf8/s1600-h/versace94springendofshow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGyeXFewJcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RvxnmdKygf8/s400/versace94springendofshow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218720187660903874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGyeKT87J1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/BlCTsWsMaEA/s1600-h/200510120045_50152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGyeKT87J1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/BlCTsWsMaEA/s400/200510120045_50152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218719968207251282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGyeESlv8bI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vVtKBlQqmNM/s1600-h/versace94springendofshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGyeESlv8bI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vVtKBlQqmNM/s400/versace94springendofshow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218719864762397106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGyd3R7nSWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cDU3EdG9PK4/s1600-h/gailyaschristylinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGyd3R7nSWI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cDU3EdG9PK4/s400/gailyaschristylinda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218719641247369570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer? Personally I really miss RuPaul -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You better work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2755073894474950702?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2755073894474950702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=2755073894474950702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2755073894474950702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/2755073894474950702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/moments-in-fashion-diversity-vs.html' title='Moments in fashion - Diversity vs Whiteout'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGyeXFewJcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/RvxnmdKygf8/s72-c/versace94springendofshow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7601575069016920979</id><published>2008-07-02T11:27:00.014+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T14:37:06.559+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black models- the future'/><title type='text'>Why fashion needs dark exotic models</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGtKJPoeepI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QjII1m7YBgg/s1600-h/7ed22e58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGtKJPoeepI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QjII1m7YBgg/s400/7ed22e58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218346115914431122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although its a bit late to try and reprogram the way people see beauty and colour, let me give you some reasons why I think black (dark) models are important to the fashion industry and how they will play an intricate role in the future of fashion.&lt;br /&gt;1.Its just good business. Just ask Iman. Boasting a cosmetic line that caters to every colour of the rainbow, this formal supermodel has made a fortune by recognizing the beauty of colour.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kate Moss is old.&lt;br /&gt;3. Women of colour are elegant and add an air of sophistication to top designs. Colour excites the senses and brings fresh spirit to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; look. The best designers of the past knew that (may they rest in peace) - Yves Saint Laurant and Gianni Versace. Only using models with wheat-coloured hair and vanilla-toned skin is so boring and only appeals to a small percentage of the world's population.&lt;br /&gt;4. For all those fashion insiders who at one time claimed black(dark) girls don't sell magazines, let me just remind you that most of the top models of the 90's included very exotic models with dark hair, eyes  and skin - Gail Elliot, Helena Christensen, Cindy Crawford, Christy Turlington, Beverly Peele, Yasmeen Ghauri, Yasmin Le Bon, Tyra Banks, Linda Evangelista, Veronica Webb and Naomi Campbell. Colour does sell.&lt;br /&gt;5.Black models unlike their caucasian counterparts, age much slower and should have a longer shelf-life in the fashion world - one can never tell the age of a black model. Skincare products anyone?That's why Iman and Naomi Campbell still work - they are timeless.&lt;br /&gt;6. Multiculturalism is not the future, it is NOW. Look around you. People today travel more than  ever before, interacting with a variety of different cultures and races. A new generation of beauty has come out of this and the fashion industry has to respond - no one will buy Vogue with Jessica Simpson, Nicole Kidman or Gwyneth Paltrow gracing every bloody cover. They want to see a cover model they can relate to. They want colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGtKEbhZhII/AAAAAAAAAO8/jGsb__t-lxk/s1600-h/521764737_6e017d8b4d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGtKEbhZhII/AAAAAAAAAO8/jGsb__t-lxk/s400/521764737_6e017d8b4d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218346033206625410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7601575069016920979?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7601575069016920979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7601575069016920979&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7601575069016920979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7601575069016920979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-fashion-needs-dark-models.html' title='Why fashion needs dark exotic models'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SGtKJPoeepI/AAAAAAAAAPE/QjII1m7YBgg/s72-c/7ed22e58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7497489688117779158</id><published>2008-06-19T14:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:03:37.551+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgian observations'/><title type='text'>Do I feel lucky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFpZIFh9d2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/6GpRV5LaEVc/s1600-h/IMAGE_077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFpZIFh9d2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/6GpRV5LaEVc/s400/IMAGE_077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577514093213538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what I need at 9 in the morning. This is what I was driving behind on the way to work this morning - a truck loaded with some metal objects and held together by a string! Typical Belgian style. As soon as I could I got as far away from this truck as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7497489688117779158?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7497489688117779158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7497489688117779158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7497489688117779158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7497489688117779158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-i-feel-lucky.html' title='Do I feel lucky?'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFpZIFh9d2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/6GpRV5LaEVc/s72-c/IMAGE_077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-8390383632851995464</id><published>2008-06-19T13:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:59:28.875+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlize theron'/><title type='text'>Charlize Theron - always on point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFpKF5qWGGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/seRJsa0SRXM/s1600-h/Charlize-Theron--GQ---July.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFpKF5qWGGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/seRJsa0SRXM/s400/Charlize-Theron--GQ---July.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213560983873001570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFpGdpLGxtI/AAAAAAAAAOk/n2jD6wLVQQY/s1600-h/hancock02_wenn1926260.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFpGdpLGxtI/AAAAAAAAAOk/n2jD6wLVQQY/s400/hancock02_wenn1926260.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213556993717356242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know before I said I was getting tired of celebrities (especially celebrity covers) but I had to recognize and give it up for Ms. Charlize Theron. She is a stellar actress and never disappoints when it comes to dressing. I wonder if she'll ever make it to Brussels? Very unlikely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-8390383632851995464?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8390383632851995464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=8390383632851995464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8390383632851995464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8390383632851995464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/06/charlize-theron-always-on-point.html' title='Charlize Theron - always on point'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFpKF5qWGGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/seRJsa0SRXM/s72-c/Charlize-Theron--GQ---July.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-937223156294323006</id><published>2008-06-18T11:21:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:38:46.298+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Belgians'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Belgians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFjdVMYxCSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/FCrahEl9NaI/s1600-h/00200m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFjdVMYxCSI/AAAAAAAAAOM/FCrahEl9NaI/s400/00200m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213159924853442850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFjZbJGMsZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RBPLe9OV9G8/s1600-h/brel01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFjZbJGMsZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RBPLe9OV9G8/s400/brel01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213155629002961298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Anouck Lepère - J.Crew model&lt;br /&gt;2. Jacques Brel - musician&lt;br /&gt;3. Ingrid Seynhaeve - Sport's Illustrated model&lt;br /&gt;4. He needs no introduction&lt;br /&gt;5. Arnaud Lemaire - model who likes older women. He has a 51 year old girlfriend. He's 32.&lt;br /&gt;6. Elise Crombez - model&lt;br /&gt;7. Jessica van der Steen - Sport's Illustrated model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFjY6mtNDZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/71ccx5MWmAw/s1600-h/seynhaeve1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFjY6mtNDZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/71ccx5MWmAw/s400/seynhaeve1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213155070015507858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFjYwr-A87I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ziP5qgi7x9c/s1600-h/fdpa_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SFjYwr-A87I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ziP5qgi7x9c/s400/fdpa_0364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213154899629503410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-2562822504396409764</id><published>2008-06-18T11:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:20:56.284+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><title type='text'>Belgian words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous énivrer sans trêve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to feel the horrible burden of time that crushes your shoulders and bends you to the earth, you should get drunk without respite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-2562822504396409764?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-4934333114581005355</id><published>2008-06-18T10:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:16:49.599+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgian comics and the saxophone'/><title type='text'>The Smurfs are Belgian and other surprises</title><content type='html'>Basically what I'm trying to point out with this post is that my favorite cartoon characters growing up were created by Belgian cartoonists (excluding the Thundercats). Comic strips are as much a part of the Belgian culture as the beer. So much artist talent for cartoons is born here. The next time you are in Brussels, make time to visit the famous Centre Belge de la Bande Dessinée to admire the nation's surprising talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Smurfs (Les Schtroumpf) created by Pierre Culliford in 1948&lt;br /&gt;-  Tintin created by Georges Remi in 1929&lt;br /&gt;- Lucky Luke created by Maurice De Bevère in 1946&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For all you music lovers, the Saxophone was invented by Belgian Adolphe Sax (in 1846) from Dinant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-4934333114581005355?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4934333114581005355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=4934333114581005355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4934333114581005355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4934333114581005355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/06/smurfs-are-belgian-and-other-surprises.html' title='The Smurfs are Belgian and other surprises'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3910621469411892352</id><published>2008-06-14T11:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:38:10.530+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Brokaw Reports Death of Tim Russert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/vwNcuikop8A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/vwNcuikop8A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3910621469411892352?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3910621469411892352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3910621469411892352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3910621469411892352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3910621469411892352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/06/tom-brokaw-reports-death-of-tim-russert.html' title='Tom Brokaw Reports Death of Tim Russert'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3557333143880501849</id><published>2008-06-10T21:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T10:46:11.618+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belgian drivers'/><title type='text'>Belgians hold title as Europe's worst drivers</title><content type='html'>Belgian drivers are impatient,reckless, aggressive and horny. Driving to and from work every morning is a constant battle. There is always one aggressive driver that cuts people off or blocks an intersection because he/she was impatient and attempted something stupid. These sorts of instances spark a chorus of blaring horns in no time (Belgians love to lay on the horn - hence the word horny). The inner city roadways are so dense and compact, that anyone trying to park or make a turn results in the interruption of travel for everyone. Belgians (at least in Brussels) park where ever they can squeeze in, bumping another car just to fit in the narrowest place including street corners. When so many cars are parked so close to a street corner, it is so difficult to know if you have to yield to cars approaching on the right (in Belgium one has to give way to the right -voorrang van rechts/priorité à droite). This is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the worst thing about Belgian drivers is that they have no respect for those of us on foot or on our bicycles. Belgians do not like to stop for pedestrians. Sometimes when I cross the street I can actually hear cars speed up! Be careful and try to stay alert - I would recommend turning off your iPod when crossing streets in Brussels. It could save your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Belgians claim to be avid cyclists, you wouldn't know that in Brussels. The bike lanes are not clearly labeled and many cars end up parking in the bike lanes. Many times when I'm biking in Brussels I almost have a heart attack when crazy Belgian drivers zoom past me at dangerous speeds. I think to myself, "Did someone just rob a bank?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN FACT: Driver's licenses were not required in Belgium until 1975.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3557333143880501849?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3557333143880501849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3557333143880501849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3557333143880501849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3557333143880501849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/06/belgian-drivers-hold-title-as-europes.html' title='Belgians hold title as Europe&apos;s worst drivers'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-7650083280628591104</id><published>2008-06-06T15:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:51:40.539+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braces in Brussels'/><title type='text'>My first week with braces</title><content type='html'>After putting off getting braces my whole life, I've finally surrendered. My two "rabbit teeth" in the front always bothered, so I decided to take the plunge. Although nothing major (my bottom teeth are all straight), I've just always thought about doing it. Now that I have braces, I can tell you that my teeth hurt sooo bad. I've been living off of apple sauce, ice cream, yogurt, soups, stale fruit loops (because its softer than brand new cereal)cottage cheese and grilled salmon for a week. I remember last Sunday eating salmon for 30 minutes, chewing so carefully, while everyone around me went for second and third helpings of food. I was so jealous. The whole day all I could think about was food and knowing that I couldn't even bite down on a grape was miserable. I remember thinking to myself "Have you made a mistake." Its sort of ironic since I'd been wanting to lose another 5 kilos(11 pounds) for summer and now I can hardly eat anything. At this rate, it just might happen. Be careful what you wish for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember driving home from the airport on Monday and my taxi driver was also wearing braces. I automatically felt this camaraderie I'd never felt before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dentist tells me it should only take about 6-9 months until I have a new million dollar smile. Only time will tell. I have to get my braces tightened on the 14th of June. EEKK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-7650083280628591104?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7650083280628591104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=7650083280628591104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7650083280628591104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/7650083280628591104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-week-with-braces.html' title='My first week with braces'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-8947063527928987408</id><published>2008-06-06T14:41:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:23:31.575+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to eat this week - En face de Parachute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEk5pefIHzI/AAAAAAAAANA/hk6kIFWBvVg/s1600-h/IMG_3915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEk5pefIHzI/AAAAAAAAANA/hk6kIFWBvVg/s400/IMG_3915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208757828751728434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEk5Q-fIHyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2HiIDoVvlqs/s1600-h/IMG_3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEk5Q-fIHyI/AAAAAAAAAM4/2HiIDoVvlqs/s400/IMG_3925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208757407844933410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEk5EOfIHxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NSNGss1AqU8/s1600-h/IMG_3923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEk5EOfIHxI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NSNGss1AqU8/s400/IMG_3923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208757188801601298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEk4YefIHwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OrtoZBLkJ8Y/s1600-h/IMG_3919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEk4YefIHwI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OrtoZBLkJ8Y/s400/IMG_3919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208756437182324482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk, run to this restaurant. For the past two years, my girlfriends and I have chosen a fabulous restaurant - En face du Parachute - as our annual/must have girls dinner before summer vacation. The cuisine and service never fail to satisfy and exceed our expectations. This place serves "out of this world" bistro style dishes featuring grilled tuna, lamb, entrecôte and pasta with truffle cheese. As many of you may know, Belgian cuisine is world renowned. I find it difficult to eat my meal without making noises - you know the noises one makes when something so delicious first hits your tongue and slowly begins to permeate your whole mouth. Orgasmic isn't it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situated in one of the city's chicest areas, this restaurant offers a cozy ambiance that's hard to beat. See below for more details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Tel. : 02.346.47.41&lt;br /&gt;  Fax : 02.347.57.98&lt;br /&gt;         Chée.de Waterloo  578&lt;br /&gt;                        1050 BRUSSELS ( IXELLES )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-8947063527928987408?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8947063527928987408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=8947063527928987408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8947063527928987408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/8947063527928987408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-to-eat-this-week-en-face-de.html' title='Where to eat this week - En face de Parachute'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEk5pefIHzI/AAAAAAAAANA/hk6kIFWBvVg/s72-c/IMG_3915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-6790246542977425295</id><published>2008-06-06T14:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:40:58.688+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running 20 K'/><title type='text'>Brussels 20K results</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEkwCOfIHvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LZKTUaiqhbw/s1600-h/IMG_3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEkwCOfIHvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LZKTUaiqhbw/s400/IMG_3910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208747258837212914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 25 May I ran and completed the Brussels 20k in 2:01:23. Not bad considering I didn't train as much as I could have. The last hill on rue tervuren is just down right mean, but it shows you just how fit you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;are. In any case, it was a new way to see my city and it felt so good to be cheered on by thousands of on lookers and slapping children on the hand as I ran by. I felt like a super hero as I completed the last 2km. I plan to run next year with my husband. He will be 40 then and promised to do run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you thinking of running next year, I say just do it. You'll feel like a million bucks afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-6790246542977425295?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6790246542977425295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=6790246542977425295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6790246542977425295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/6790246542977425295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/06/brussels-20k-results.html' title='Brussels 20K results'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SEkwCOfIHvI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LZKTUaiqhbw/s72-c/IMG_3910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-4893162461624178794</id><published>2008-05-21T09:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:37:37.067+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in Belgium'/><title type='text'>Only in Belgium - chocolate in the shape of a butthole</title><content type='html'>The Incredible Edible Anus is here! Seriously, the Belgian company Bisous, has designed a special line of chocolate in the shape of an anus. Would you eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the website &lt;a href="http://edibleanus.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-4893162461624178794?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://edibleanus.com/' title='Only in Belgium - chocolate in the shape of a butthole'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.edibleanus.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4893162461624178794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=4893162461624178794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4893162461624178794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/4893162461624178794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/05/only-in-belgium-chocolate-in-shape-of.html' title='Only in Belgium - chocolate in the shape of a butthole'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-511295871037488427</id><published>2008-05-20T11:43:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:23:39.497+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer time in the Capital of Europe'/><title type='text'>Place Luxembourg - where eurocrats drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKlGgtOhpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dscit2y9x0o/s1600-h/IMG_3869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKlGgtOhpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dscit2y9x0o/s400/IMG_3869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202402050843772562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKkiAtOhoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYgPzNl2nKg/s1600-h/IMG_3870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKkiAtOhoI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lYgPzNl2nKg/s400/IMG_3870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202401423778547330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKiDQtOhnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/55U40QUcDog/s1600-h/IMG_3873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKiDQtOhnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/55U40QUcDog/s400/IMG_3873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202398696474314354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the middle of the EU Quarter, surrounded by the European Parliament, lobbyists and public affairs offices, you will stumble upon Place Luxembourg. Whether you're a Chinese protester or a eurocrat inhaling fifty beers, this is the place to "see and been seen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday through Friday, you will find "beautiful eurocrats" enjoying a refreshing drink after a long day of planning holidays/vacations and paper pushing in their office. Fridays are especially fun here because TGIF and also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;is there - stagiaires, lobbyists, policy officials and students. All there to do one thing: get shit faced! In the summer, PLUX (short form) is so packed that people pour into the street. Surrounded by hundreds of people, speaking about 20 different languages, feels sort of like the Cannes Film Festival (without George Clooney and Harrison Ford of course). There is a special atmosphere on PLUX that one rarely finds in other corners of Brussels. This is the place where friendships, love affairs (there is a small hotel nearby that rents rooms by the hour), marriages and networking start. My husband and I met at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ralph's Bar&lt;/span&gt; on PLUX. Sounds cheesy I know, but it was one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; moments. Actually it was my first time drinking there and the rest as they say is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Ralph's Bar is great because of the happy hour - two drinks for the price of one...scary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE: PLUX is completely dead on Saturday and Sunday (unless there is a special European football match showing at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fat Boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Better to go to Rue Americaine or go downtown on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-511295871037488427?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/511295871037488427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=511295871037488427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/511295871037488427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/511295871037488427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/05/place-luxembourg-where-eurocrats-drink.html' title='Place Luxembourg - where eurocrats drink'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKlGgtOhpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dscit2y9x0o/s72-c/IMG_3869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5131892759367120656</id><published>2008-05-20T10:43:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:25:18.600+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in Brussels'/><title type='text'>How belgians like to park their cars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKQxwtOhjI/AAAAAAAAALo/mL4SJ-WaXDs/s1600-h/IMG_3884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKQxwtOhjI/AAAAAAAAALo/mL4SJ-WaXDs/s400/IMG_3884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202379704128931378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This isn't a normal parking spot, but in Brussels parking like this is perfectly fine. People generally like to park their car wherever they can squeeze in. Parking citations are rarely given in Brussels so why try and find a normal place when you can park like this near the grocery store. I even saw a police car drive past this sight without even slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my husband saw two garbage men stop their truck on a busy road, run into a quite pub to have a beer and then jump back into the truck to continue their normal schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving away from parking, on Saturday my husband and I were out shopping on Rue du Baille. As we went into a small boutique, the shop owner was on the street smoking a joint. She cried "J'arrive" (I'm coming) when we walked in her shop. This is not unusual. Smoking pot in Brussels is not legal, but everybody does it. If the police see you smoking, they will just tell you to stop it. In the summer I smell marijuana on the street all the time. Smoking pot in Brussels is like drinking too much on a Tuesday. Not one likes to admit it, but everybody does it...in Brussels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKQcAtOhiI/AAAAAAAAALg/KcUil79cb5Q/s1600-h/IMG_3878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKQcAtOhiI/AAAAAAAAALg/KcUil79cb5Q/s400/IMG_3878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202379330466776610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKPpwtOhhI/AAAAAAAAALY/CXwADcG72cA/s1600-h/IMG_3883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKPpwtOhhI/AAAAAAAAALY/CXwADcG72cA/s400/IMG_3883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202378467178350098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5131892759367120656?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5131892759367120656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5131892759367120656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5131892759367120656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5131892759367120656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-belgians-like-to-park-their-cars.html' title='How belgians like to park their cars...'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SDKQxwtOhjI/AAAAAAAAALo/mL4SJ-WaXDs/s72-c/IMG_3884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3378906514860565250</id><published>2008-05-13T13:59:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T00:11:35.017+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brussels Summer - Belgian Coast'/><title type='text'>Summer in Brussels: Head to the coast</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I was complaining about the "schizophrenic" weather in Brussels, i.e. the rain, wind and hail. Well, summer is finally here. For the past two weeks, Brussels has been experiencing beautiful weather - constant sunshine and no clouds in sight. Its like being in LA, 75°-80° everyday. People are coming out of the woodwork to enjoy a cold drink at the local pub, a jog or an ice cream. Oh and by the way, I've never observed so many smiling faces as I have in the past two weeks. Oh the power of the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do when you want to cool off in Belgium? Go to the coast. Below I've listed some of the best spots on the Belgian coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Knokke - the chic spot. Filled with high-priced shops and stuffy Belgians. Too much hype surrounding this place. There are better alternatives for a day at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;2. De Haan - the laid-back spot. My favorite seaside village on the Belgian coast.&lt;br /&gt;3. Oostende - the musical spot. The late Marvin Gaye used to live here.&lt;br /&gt;4. De Panne - the family spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are links for further information about the Belgian coast - where to go, what to do and see. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.visitbelgium.com/belgiancoast.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dehaan.be/vertaling_engels/toerisme.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3378906514860565250?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3378906514860565250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3378906514860565250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3378906514860565250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3378906514860565250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-in-brussels-head-to-coast.html' title='Summer in Brussels: Head to the coast'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5338240047975925093</id><published>2008-05-08T11:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:34:40.462+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>You Can't Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/ESSm7HqBkC8" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/ESSm7HqBkC8" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5338240047975925093?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5338240047975925093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5338240047975925093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5338240047975925093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5338240047975925093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-can-quit.html' title='You Can&amp;#39;t Quit'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-1616751575384181409</id><published>2008-05-01T14:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T14:16:50.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Running in Brussels- My weekly gripe</title><content type='html'>There's nothing I hate more than running around town or in the park where people see you coming and they don't move out of the F*@!ING way! People just don't understand how much energy and concentration go with running. Hell, most people hate it and don't run. Only 2 out of 50 people will move if they see or hear you coming. The rest will look at you with their mouth hanging open, clutching their dog leash give you a look like "Why are you running?" This really drives me insane. Last Sunday was a lovely day to run in the Bois de la Cambre. This lady was standing on the sidewalk with her bike just watching me approach her and she didn't move when I wanted to avoid using more energy to move out of the way so she could continue staring at me. As I passed her I said "THANKS!" Makes me want to roll my eyes again just thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-1616751575384181409?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1616751575384181409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=1616751575384181409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1616751575384181409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1616751575384181409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/05/running-in-brussels-my-weekly-gripe.html' title='Running in Brussels- My weekly gripe'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-5080819864994393452</id><published>2008-05-01T13:12:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:59:03.345+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Brussels weather: Here comes the rain again</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought it was safe to put away my winter coat and pull out my flip flops, the rain and wind return to Brussels. What was I thinking? This is Belgium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgian weather, like London, Seattle, or Vancouver, is a mild/maritime climate with long stretches of low clouds and rain. In Belgium, we can experience four seasons in 10 minutes. In Summer, temperatures normally reach 17-25 degrees celsius (65° - 75° Fahrenheit). This can be quite nice when the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt; is out. We're normally blessed with sun anywhere from 30 seconds to 5 days if we are lucky. Usually May to September can be quite nice here. My first year in Brussels (back in 2004) was the last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;summer I remember experiencing.  Often the thermostat reached 30 degrees celsius (86 degrees Fahrenheit). A real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heat wave! &lt;/span&gt;Since then I've noticed the weather has been sporadically sunny and then week long spells of rain (the current state of things as write this). As a matter of fact, the rain in usually spread out evenly over the year so never leave home without an umbrella (parapluie in French if you get caught in the rain and need to buy one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meteorologists have been claiming that this summer, Belgium will experience unusually warmer weather than normal. Whoever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;are, I hope this was more than an educated guess. Give us some sun or else we will have no choice but to continue eating chocolate (the average Belgian eats 8kg/per year. Not sure how much the average ex pat consumes!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-5080819864994393452?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5080819864994393452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=5080819864994393452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5080819864994393452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/5080819864994393452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/05/brussels-weather-here-comes-rain-again.html' title='Brussels weather: Here comes the rain again'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-1607961083901347331</id><published>2008-04-23T11:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:20:29.892+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris Voge May 2008'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carine roitfeld'/><title type='text'>Another lame celebrity cover - Paris Vogue conforms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SA8BfHCtUEI/AAAAAAAAALI/sXkLUMWepug/s1600-h/Julianne+Moore+on+the+cover+of+Vogue+Paris+May+2008-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SA8BfHCtUEI/AAAAAAAAALI/sXkLUMWepug/s400/Julianne+Moore+on+the+cover+of+Vogue+Paris+May+2008-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192370529359450178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julianne Moore on the cover of Paris Vogue May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'adore Carine Roitfeld as much as the next fashion devotee, but did she really need to make produce another celebrity cover? (Yawn). Seriously, what is the problem with the fashion industry today? I thought that being the editor in chief of top fashion magazine would drive a person to bring it readers the ingenious cover, the memorable features and ultimately a publication that would make the reader want to share and gossip over with friends. While I applaud Roitfeld's choice of color, clothing, accessories and background for the cover, I was disappointed to see the "model."  What a safe choice. There was a time when celebrity covers were sparse but today the public is literally force fed this crap every month. It's obvious that celebrities are the life blood for magazines today. Tis the sign o' the times and I'm so sick and tired of it. I have to do something about this. Stay tuned for  my very own cover design for a fictitious magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-1607961083901347331?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1607961083901347331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=1607961083901347331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1607961083901347331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1607961083901347331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-lame-celebrity-cover-paris.html' title='Another lame celebrity cover - Paris Vogue conforms'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SA8BfHCtUEI/AAAAAAAAALI/sXkLUMWepug/s72-c/Julianne+Moore+on+the+cover+of+Vogue+Paris+May+2008-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-1045540413819805367</id><published>2008-04-23T01:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:13:55.406+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Will fashion ever have stars like this again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/MkJHjpxJ9FM" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/MkJHjpxJ9FM" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-1045540413819805367?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1045540413819805367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=1045540413819805367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1045540413819805367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/1045540413819805367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/04/supermodels-do-it-better.html' title='Will fashion ever have stars like this again?'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1276198750833923457.post-3636998689692931390</id><published>2008-04-14T21:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:15:22.687+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supermodels'/><title type='text'>Supermodels do it better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SAOzpUsMO0I/AAAAAAAAALA/_pcd52CqX7g/s1600-h/31501_scan0001_122_79lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SAOzpUsMO0I/AAAAAAAAALA/_pcd52CqX7g/s400/31501_scan0001_122_79lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189188718171011906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SAOuwksMOzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6-Ofn-UjU_I/s1600-h/80725_img147fk3_122_28lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SAOuwksMOzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6-Ofn-UjU_I/s400/80725_img147fk3_122_28lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189183345166924594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fashion needs its own stars.  Growing up I remember the time when über models like Christy, Linda, Naomi and Claudia graced endless magazine covers.  As a young girl, these women appealed to me because not only were they genetically endowed with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un certain je ne cest quoi, &lt;/span&gt;but they also possessed this charisma and personality in front of the camera to sell anything. Mega models were the ambassadors for clothes, make-up, hair care, cars and an endless number of luxury products. Flipping through the pages of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harpers Bazaar &lt;/span&gt;in the 90's, I was constantly offered an escape from my normal life to the cobble streets of Paris and Milan. I dreamed of one day owning a dress from Versace or Hervé Léger. I wanted to be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrities don't do anything for me. I'm so tired of magazine's like American &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt; displaying the same vicious cycle of celebrity covers including: Keira Knightley, Nicole Kidman, Sarah Jessica Parker, Scarlett Johansson and Sienna Miller. "Fashion" magazines today are just like tabloids. I don't understand why designers have become so obsessed with actors and used them to sell their products. Kirsten Dunst for Miu Miu? Please. Don't quit your day job. Celebrities just don't possess the same ability to sell fantasy and luxury. Looking at the recent campaigns for design houses like Chanel, Louis Vuitton, and Escada, I'm surprised and delighted to see  the slow but steady return of the "big girls" in their latest campaigns. Designers know that the so-called "synthesis" between  celebrity and fashion is coming to an end. Models with personality and charm are emerging on the fashion scene. New face Agyness Deyn has been hailed fashion's next "big" model. Living in Europe, I notice that European fashion magazines continue to keep the focus of their publication on fashion with a small celebrity sprinkle inside. That's okay. People like actors, but there is a limit. I've stopped buying American fashion magazines because most (except &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;) have been bought up by Hollywood. Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glamour, Cosmopolitan, Elle, Allure and &lt;/span&gt;American&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Vogue, &lt;/span&gt;strongly resemble the pages of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;US Weekly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; IN Touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Wintour needs to step down from the helm of American &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue, &lt;/span&gt;a position she's had since 1988. Her so-called "keen eye" for up and coming  fashion trends has fallen out. As an avid reader of some of the world's top fashion publications including American &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue, &lt;/span&gt;I find it offensive that she continues to disappoint her fans and make a mockery of the fashion world by featuring the same, safe and unimaginable fashion layouts with D list celebrities and musicians. Its torture for me. Has she just given up? Ms. Wintour of all people should know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Supermodels &lt;/span&gt;do it better. Before I buy another copy of US Vogue, one thing is for sure - Celebrities have got to go. I may be waiting for a long time...see the latest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue &lt;/span&gt;cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Christy Turlington, Linda Evangelista, Stephanie Seymour and Naomi Campbell on the cover of major fashion magazines and fronting classic cosmetic campaigns makes me smile. Its like seeing old friends and it reminds me of some of the best moments in fashion history. Admiring the latest Louis Vuitton campaign where seven glamazons from years past are spread all over a classic car selling sexy dresses and handbags just reminds of one thing. Supermodels do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; better...they really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1276198750833923457-3636998689692931390?l=pussilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3636998689692931390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1276198750833923457&amp;postID=3636998689692931390&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3636998689692931390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1276198750833923457/posts/default/3636998689692931390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pussilla.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-fashion-needs-supermodels.html' title='Supermodels do it better'/><author><name>beer and chocolate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906359645806349057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCmZ6Jh8670/TqqMRxrWUxI/AAAAAAAAAns/B7q-8KzeTOc/s220/IMG_2612.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PXyakkYqSHI/SAOzpUsMO0I/AAAAAAAAALA/_pcd52CqX7g/s72-c/31501_scan0001_122_79lo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
