moving on.. or back.. or both..

Six months have passed without any whatshadoing-activity.. as if nothing has happened.. There are days when I wish that was true.. but damn, we gotta face reality. I'm not trying to catch up on you guys; some things seem outdated, some too complicated just to mention in a few lines, some I don't even WANT to talk about.. Well, let's consider this a fresh new start! That's how I see things now.. although I can't distance myself from some memories, feelings, people,.. YET!! I'm working on it.. and will succeed eventually!! ;)

Yesterday my return @ RBC Roosendaal was a fact. But leaving Antwerp hurt as well.. I've met some GREAT people there that I'm gonna miss like crazy.. They're each very precious to me..I will probably spend most of my leisure time in Belgium.. ;) "The Dictionary", the "Qu'y vit?"-trees, the "niet-officiele ofwel officieuze lobbybar-logboek aka Sarah's bijbel", the discussion whether something IS or ISN'T "BRANCHE", the * freshly baked Belgian 'wafels'*, "tony's got blue-green eyes', *my lady in black*, brown-eyed girl Sara, * drinking white wine*, SEUT!!!, my precious marky marc, Rachid's massages, Kevin's 'sarahleuven!', Melvin's 'ééél de wereld mag ut òòre..', miscommunication with Norman hehe, sweety Elke, belle Isabelle, the overnight stays, room 525, the musicians, the Nokia-men, the mojito's and caiparinha's, NOXX-invasions, Martin's private concert.. , waltzing with Albert, NYE @12th floor, getting stuck @ -1, they're all great *Xperiences* I will not and don't ever want to forget!! Love you guys!!!

Sweet memories..

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday

the regular crowd shuffles in

There's an old man sitting next to me

Makin' love to his tonic and gin

He say, Son can you play me a memory

I'm not really sure how it goes

But it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete

When I wore a younger man's clothes

Da da da de de da

da da de de da da da

Sing us a song, you're the piano man

sing us a song tonight

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feelin' alright

Now Tony at the bar is a friend of mine

He gets me my drinks for free

And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke

But there's someplace that he'd rather be

He says Marc, I believe this is killing me

As the smile ran away from his face

Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star

If I could get out of this place

Sing us a song, you're the piano man

sing us a song tonight

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feelin' alright

Now Kenneth is a real estate novelist

Who never had time for a wife

And he's talking with Davy who's still in the navy

And probably will be for life

And Sarah is practicing politics

As the Nokia-men slowly get stoned

Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness

But it's better than drinking alone

It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday,

And Rachid gives me a smile

'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see

To forget about life for awhile.

And the piano sounds like a carnival

And the microphone smells like a beer

And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar

And say "Mart, what are you doin' here?"

Da da da de de da

da da de de da da da

Sing us a song, you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight.

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feelin' alright.