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Apart from that, I saw it was the anniversary of the Zulu nation in Brussels this weekend. Pioneers of hip-hop, and there will be some good stuff in concert (a few veterans Amerlock etc..).
Speaking of concert pe-ra, this is it I made my coming in on the boards of the local scene with a group of Aboriginal zouk ... A nice rap with my sidekick Monadel between a piece of zouk, a reggae, a cover of Maroon 5 and good Arabic music. True! I felt really too old for this shit but what do you want the spontaneity of the natives by surprise me every day and is like that, there is nothing (to paraphrase the good old JJ Goldman). Time appreciable.
The last days here were rythmmés by qualifying soccer matches for the world. Qualification that did not happen elsewhere! Finally, if you like me to place on the Egyptian side. My haven, my second nation, my adopted country ... I still liked that they qualify. The bamboula it would have been. You can not imagine the mess they could create in this country of madmen. It does not look too bad in Algeria though.
Instead of that, everybody was pulling his mouth at the end of the debate (what a surprise) and we drank to much fun when even a little. Though. You miss me when my alcolites even a little when it comes to making good time with tails.
Today is very sad, bad hangover and my colleagues are footballing sentimentalism two bullets. "Who cares the game, what makes us sad is that one of ours died in Sudan killed by the Algerian and dozens of our brothers have been injured." They really believe all the apples in salads outputs both government independents. Algerians are known to be wild and had no Egyptian fans in their ranks artists, athletes and members of parliament, unable to fight. Heard my own ears ... While there were I do not know how many tens of thousands of Egyptians there. I find peace in Egyptian rather general but ... The sacrosanct FIFA will shed light on all this ... Inshallah. For my part I conducting the investigation and will keep you informed.
Weekend in eight is Eid el Kebir, known as the "Feast of Sacrifice." That in which my classmates from across the Strait of Gibraltar showed up in costume to school or took a lil holiday for s'empifrer couscous and we groaned because we all understand what it is that these ptits had two favored Saint Nicolas. In short it already feels the mechoui full nose.
gonna be their party in those damned beasts. I can already hear the men on street corners éguiser their blades with blood in his eyes. And women are excited at the idea of emptying and skinning animals. It's gonna be good. I need cliches. I think of a topic for my animals blo ...
Perhaps, if I have five days off, we pushed our butts (weighed down by greasy that swallows all the time) to Jerusalem. Holy Land. City of worship. I need spirituality in my life. I mainly need to breathe a little something other than this crap that uses oxygen in the City every 2 or 3 or 4 million cars, we know even count ... I have a sacred
want to go, and Alaqsa visit the Wailing Wall but Pauline has a Syrian stamp in his passport, suddenly she is not sure how to go and I if the Zionist fascists do not want me a flying seal, I am of the journal into Syria and Lebanon later ... Aaah such as conflicts in the Middle East, with which we agree I have nothing to do, my delicious tarabustent tourism projects ... The global geopolitical situation is decidedly not fair!
Another event that day, the now traditional "Belgian glass" tonight as all last Thursday of the month. Except this time it is not the last Thursday of the month. The sun was too tapped this summer on the skull of the consulate mentally deficient to the point they no longer know how to count the days. But who would know what the motion of one is Thursday, booze at the moment that the eye ... That's what it is, cool drink and Grailler the ambassador ... No, actually, not even at the expense of our embassy lamentable as these sneaky charge a distribution company Egyptian spirits for booze and a Belgian company for the construction of food. And let me tell you I am well informed. I do not let anything go ... The Belgian people courageously expatriate who is essentially a few students, a bunch of engineers and their women teachers to 80% ends up in classy places to get acquainted with a drink nicely except that everyone already knows and that when you tumble for the first time we does not concern you too. But that still does not show the goal. Although if I could get noticed and provide a small lucrative contract at quarter-time for a lil cushy job ... I'm not going to shave the hair on hand for the sake of my fellow-patriots. ". The freshly landed
Consul of the Kingdom of chips that is not older than me has sent us a cute lil mail the graphics more than doubtful with lots of black yellow red cordially invite us. Except that I did not get his goddamn mails since I failed to sign three times at the Embassy ... Pauline had had chance to harass the embassy for visas for its history or we would not have had the chance to throw up visually on the matter (I'll forwrdrais whether Pauline sends me).
said Consul who had superbly saved me introduce our new ambassador-all this diplomatic clicks arrived last summer in fact, while I was chatting pleasantly with two good fellows engineers, it had offered to meet with Ambassador pretending to not even see me, then she had probably realized his lack of tact and invited me with a funny grimace me to join them ... Of course I refused. Until I heard that former amabassadeur was a drunk, it might be fun to meet both the new one has the perfect quickdraw job, it looks boring with a double blade between the buttocks.
"This is all very exciting" you gotta say. And yeah dude that's life in Africa. I think of my grandfather in the heyday of Congo, building railways. It would also have great stories to tell. Hard they had not blogging ... For posterity! Apart from that, do nothing would have changed?
And you what's new? Huh? .. 
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Apart from that, I saw it was the anniversary of the Zulu nation in Brussels this weekend. Pioneers of hip-hop, and there will be some good stuff in concert (a few veterans Amerlock etc..).
Speaking of concert pe-ra, this is it I made my coming in on the boards of the local scene with a group of Aboriginal zouk ... A nice rap with my sidekick Monadel between a piece of zouk, a reggae, a cover of Maroon 5 and good Arabic music. True! I felt really too old for this shit but what do you want the spontaneity of the natives by surprise me every day and is like that, there is nothing (to paraphrase the good old JJ Goldman). Time appreciable.
The last days here were rythmmés by qualifying soccer matches for the world. Qualification that did not happen elsewhere! Finally, if you like me to place on the Egyptian side. My haven, my second nation, my adopted country ... I still liked that they qualify. The bamboula it would have been. You can not imagine the mess they could create in this country of madmen. It does not look too bad in Algeria though.
Instead of that, everybody was pulling his mouth at the end of the debate (what a surprise) and we drank to much fun when even a little. Though. You miss me when my alcolites even a little when it comes to making good time with tails.
Today is very sad, bad hangover and my colleagues are footballing sentimentalism two bullets. "Who cares the game, what makes us sad is that one of ours died in Sudan killed by the Algerian and dozens of our brothers have been injured." They really believe all the apples in salads outputs both government independents. Algerians are known to be wild and had no Egyptian fans in their ranks artists, athletes and members of parliament, unable to fight. Heard my own ears ... While there were I do not know how many tens of thousands of Egyptians there. I find peace in Egyptian rather general but ... The sacrosanct FIFA will shed light on all this ... Inshallah. For my part I conducting the investigation and will keep you informed.
Weekend in eight is Eid el Kebir, known as the "Feast of Sacrifice." That in which my classmates from across the Strait of Gibraltar showed up in costume to school or took a lil holiday for s'empifrer couscous and we groaned because we all understand what it is that these ptits had two favored Saint Nicolas. In short it already feels the mechoui full nose.
gonna be their party in those damned beasts. I can already hear the men on street corners éguiser their blades with blood in his eyes. And women are excited at the idea of emptying and skinning animals. It's gonna be good. I need cliches. I think of a topic for my animals blo ...
Perhaps, if I have five days off, we pushed our butts (weighed down by greasy that swallows all the time) to Jerusalem. Holy Land. City of worship. I need spirituality in my life. I mainly need to breathe a little something other than this crap that uses oxygen in the City every 2 or 3 or 4 million cars, we know even count ... I have a sacred
want to go, and Alaqsa visit the Wailing Wall but Pauline has a Syrian stamp in his passport, suddenly she is not sure how to go and I if the Zionist fascists do not want me a flying seal, I am of the journal into Syria and Lebanon later ... Aaah such as conflicts in the Middle East, with which we agree I have nothing to do, my delicious tarabustent tourism projects ... The global geopolitical situation is decidedly not fair!
Another event that day, the now traditional "Belgian glass" tonight as all last Thursday of the month. Except this time it is not the last Thursday of the month. The sun was too tapped this summer on the skull of the consulate mentally deficient to the point they no longer know how to count the days. But who would know what the motion of one is Thursday, booze at the moment that the eye ... That's what it is, cool drink and Grailler the ambassador ... No, actually, not even at the expense of our embassy lamentable as these sneaky charge a distribution company Egyptian spirits for booze and a Belgian company for the construction of food. And let me tell you I am well informed. I do not let anything go ... The Belgian people courageously expatriate who is essentially a few students, a bunch of engineers and their women teachers to 80% ends up in classy places to get acquainted with a drink nicely except that everyone already knows and that when you tumble for the first time we does not concern you too. But that still does not show the goal. Although if I could get noticed and provide a small lucrative contract at quarter-time for a lil cushy job ... I'm not going to shave the hair on hand for the sake of my fellow-patriots. ". The freshly landed
Consul of the Kingdom of chips that is not older than me has sent us a cute lil mail the graphics more than doubtful with lots of black yellow red cordially invite us. Except that I did not get his goddamn mails since I failed to sign three times at the Embassy ... Pauline had had chance to harass the embassy for visas for its history or we would not have had the chance to throw up visually on the matter (I'll forwrdrais whether Pauline sends me).
said Consul who had superbly saved me introduce our new ambassador-all this diplomatic clicks arrived last summer in fact, while I was chatting pleasantly with two good fellows engineers, it had offered to meet with Ambassador pretending to not even see me, then she had probably realized his lack of tact and invited me with a funny grimace me to join them ... Of course I refused. Until I heard that former amabassadeur was a drunk, it might be fun to meet both the new one has the perfect quickdraw job, it looks boring with a double blade between the buttocks.
"This is all very exciting" you gotta say. And yeah dude that's life in Africa. I think of my grandfather in the heyday of Congo, building railways. It would also have great stories to tell. Hard they had not blogging ... For posterity! Apart from that, do nothing would have changed?
And you what's new? Huh? ..
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