My Life on this planet.

In the Middle East, people are fighting against their governments: Libya, Tunisia and Egypt have new governments while the Syrian government is still killing its own people untill those in the government will be killed by the people as happened in Lybia (politicians who murder their people deserve to be punished). Often those protests started with people protesting on a square , demanding more rights and freedom of speech . Then the regimes tried to stop the people protesting , using violence and shooting them; as a consequence people became more angry. In the past, by killing some people the governments could control their population. But when people are desperate and hungry (indeed, food prices are rising worldwide because of natural disasters, therefore people can't buy much food and are hungry), guns loss their power. In the meanwhile, Western governments are demanding changes in the Middle Eastern countries: people should be allowed to speak their own mind and protest on t...

On Saturday 15 October there was a march of Indignados in Brussels. A few days earlier they arrived after a long walk from Spain, walking through France, bringing people with them and finally arriving in Brussels. They arrived in Koekelberg, close where I live. Koekelberg has a large Basilica (praise the Lord) on top of a large park. And yet, they were told they couldn't stay in the park because the park is protected and the grass, of which some might be several hundreds of years old I assume as it can't be replaced easily when damaged (if these people might even think about damaging it). But the mayor had a solution: the people could stay in an old and empty university building. And I think most people welcomed that as it was cold during the night, and many people came from warm Spain and where not really used to such cold weather in autumn. Thus, Saturday was the demonstration, and the mayor threw the youngsters out of the building while they were in the demonstration f...

Since September 1, 2011, I am working at the FAGG (Dutch abbreviation for Federal Agency for Medicines and Health Products). No, it is not an organisation where only fags work (LOL). I was looking for some time for this type of job, although I have to admit I would prefer to work at an earlier step in the whole process. I am closing dossiers, checking that all adjustments to be made in the Summary of Product Characteristics (SPC), the Leaflet and Packaging with regard to legal drugs in Belgium are made (and this for the three languages of Belgium: Dutch, French and German). Reading the SPC and Leaflets I notice I still miss science, gaining its knowledge and meeting other scientists. I would prefer to work in the middle of the whole process because at that level people read and decide about the content of the English texts provided by the industry and they meet each other to discuss the process and adjust it when necessary. The text they approve will then be used in all countries of ...

Yesterday, Saturday July 9 I saw XYZ back after a very long time. We met in Earl's Court where she lived before. We first went to the Troubadour for a cappuccino (me) and tea (XYZ) and we also ordered an ice cream with caramel taste. After finishing our first drink we ordered another tea (XYZ) and a coca-cola (me). Finally we had our diner: we shared our starter: a bruchetta with goat cheese and spinach, then I took a gnocchi that had a very dominant, and for me bad taste so I did not enjoy it and I even didn't finish it as I normally would do while XYZ took a pie with mashed potatoes. XYZ and me in the Troubadour, a nice bar / restaurant. In the meanwhile we spoke about a number of things, and especially about the kids in school. As usually I complained about some kids but I always try to make it clear I also have wonderful children who want to learn. XYZ also complained about some problems at her school, although she said the problems at her school seemed to ...

Gay Pride in London: so much fun. I was wearing a pink shirt, blue jeans and eyeliners. I bought purple nail varnish to paint my fingernails. I think it looked good on me, although I am sure not everyone will agree. In the evening chilling in a gay bar in Camden Town with friends. A few days earlier, I left Belgium for London together with Kurt to go to London Gay Pride. I stayed with my good friends Marc and Gerard, while Kurt stayed with my other friend Allan. After arriving in London, Kurt and I went for Chinese in King's Cross, together with Allan, and later we had a beer before going to our beds. The next day, Kurt and I went to a restaurant in West London for a nice meal together with Marc and Gerard and two of Gerard's friends. Afterwards we had champagne in a bar/restaurant near Oxford and Regent Street and more people joined. It was a great day. Then on Saturday: Gay Pride. Gerard and Marc didn't join. First we saw a little of the Parade. It was fun altho...

Since June 30, I am back in London. But not permanently, I am visiting the city and friends for 11 days. But still, I feel already so much better. After arriving, I rushed to Gerard and Marc's place to leave my luggage there. Marc was still at work but it was great seeing Gerard back. We chatted a little but then I had to rush back to King's Cross St Pancras as I had to meet Kurt who arrived an hour after I did. And there was also Allan. It was lovely seeing him back after all that time. We went to a Chinese for dinner and to a bar for a beer. Then we all went our own ways: Kurt went to Allan's place and I went to Marc and Gerard's house. After arriving, I closed the front door, thereby locking Marc out. After opening the door, Marc and I briefly spoke with each other but then we went to bed as the next day would be busy and Marc was tired after a long days work. The next morning I went to King's College London (KCL), my previous employer, to catch up w...