The Weather Forecast....

do not believe it. I certainly don't anymore. What a bunch of twats. No point in believing them. They said we would have severe weather, possible a storm. But where was the storm? Not in Limburg where I live. They lied. They said "all over the Netherlands". What a bummer. Unbelievable. I could have slept with the windows open, let the cool air come in. But no, they said it was going to be heavy. Bunch of nutters. At work, we had to pull all beachflags down, and everything that could be affected by the wind. So all wobblers (poster holders) were kept in a safe place..... for no reason.

Yes, we had rain, but a tiny bit. And thunder, yes, but not as severe as they said. The local news channels website quoted "it passed Limburg". What a shit. Why? What do they do, those forecasters? Do they suck out of their big thumb? Why do we pay money for them to make up shit? Lazy bunch of twats. I hate it. They always exclude Limburg for some strange reason. I don't get it. I simply don't get it. Why do they do that? We are still part of the Netherlands. Come on people, we are! Don't exclude us, include us.

Don't make up the weather. Why say it's going to be bad everywhere, when it's clearly not? Maybe because they hate us? I don't know. But it's like the rest of the Netherlands don't want us to be part of it? That's a thing I really think is annoying. But we can look on the bright side!

They hate us so much, but we didn't have the bad weather. They should be jealous of us. We always have the highest temperatures and the best weather. Bunch of nutters, exclude us however you want, we always win. But us Limburgers should never pay any attention to the weather forecast, they lie!

The Summer has started yesterday.....

and it was hot. Unbelievablely hot. And at work, the airco is working super hard. Makes it all okay, but the biggest problem is, when you are inside a cold area, and walk into the blistering heat. OMG, it will make me ill. But the summer has started yesterday, and it will leave this country today. It will be severe weather here in the Netherlands, because I've just heared it on the news. And they think it will be, because they have already adjusted a lot of schedules. The train are going to drive with a special schedule, because of the thunder. So the weather we will be having later, is going to be heavy. Scary.

But for now, I've got to experience the shite weather. I am definately not a hot weather man. I am a cold temperature man. I don't like the heat. Bleh, give me miserable weather. Rain? Yes please. A lot of people don't appreciate it, I can understand. But the rain can be beautiful. You just need to see the beauty of it. Not constant rain tho, it would make me go bonkers too.

Or snow! I love the snow. Snow is beautiful. But we have to wait for long, to get better weather. Hope the summer ends quickly, I hate hot weather. SNOW, RAIN, give me it!

Yesterday was a .........

really bad day! I couldn't believe it. As you read, the day before was superb, but yesterday was so bad. I'll tell you why.

I went to bed at 12, and had a nice chat on the phone with Hayley, so I went to sleep at 1:30. But I wasn't feeling well, so I was happy that the toilet was really close to the bedroom. All of a sudden, at 3 o'clock, my colleague Ralph called my house phone, and he asked me if I could come and work on a early shift. The colleague who had to be doing the early shift couldn't make it. Her car got burned down: someone set it on fire. It happens alot in that area, so not a big surprise. But it was for me, because if I'd said yes, I could only sleep for an hour, no more. I said yes, went back to sleep, and woke up at 4.

If I work on a early shift, I need to wake up at 4. Because if I wake up any later, my rythm gets fucked. But it was already fucked. So I woke up, got ready for work, and drove off in my car. All of a sudden, not far away from my house, the car stuttered. And I thought "maybe it's because I am driving in the wrong gear". So I went a gear down, and drove further. A few seconds later, whilest attacking another corner, it did it again. Fuck. I hoped I could make it to work. I already messaged Ralph to let him know what the situation was. Imagine that, the second car that couldn't make it to work.

I got to work safely, but still scared. I went on the internet to see what the problem was. Millions of problems. Jeez. Not that easy to figure out what it is. But I will have a look at it later, don't have time for it now. But when I got to work, Ralph had already prepared a breakfast for me! Bless him!

I never eat in the morning, but I could use it! Thanks Ralph.
The rest of the day was long and boring. It got busier later, and I hoped that my colleague was early, so he could take over. When he came, we switched, and I went home. Once I got home, I went straight to bed..... the way to my bed was covered in clothing, I took them off while I was walking. But I couldn't stay in bed the whole time, because I am not a woodchuck. I slept for a bit, and then watched some telly, made a nice eggy thingy, and at 10, my bed was calling me.

And now I woke up. Ready for another day at the office. Hope my car is a bit better today. It was a good day in a way yesterday, I found money on the floor! Bills! So maybe it was temporary unluckyness? I don't know, I ain't God.

Hope you have a nice day, I wish mine would be better than yesterday!

This has been a good day!!!!

hope you had a nice day too. What have I done today? A lot of stuff. Not worth mentioning. But in general a good day. I know Hayley got me presents, so I am happy. And we are both going to a rave in Birmingham. Woohoo. I will bring a camera, we all must see Hayley rave! It's a must to see. Hayley and rave music? Weird combination. But it will happen. Hopefully it ain't sold out, but I doubt it.

It's going to be a wicked night. I can mention all their names (DJs and MCs) but no one would have a clue. But I know for sure that the artist that will perform there, are great. I don't know all names either, but I will tell you afterwards. Hopefully I can see my legends there: Scott Brown, Brisk, Gammer and Dougal, Joey Riot, Marc Smith, Al Storm and Breeze. It's good to see the scene still is huge. Now I hope I can get Hayley into a ravey costume. Can you imagine her raving? I can't. We have been to Ministry of Sound, but this is different. This is harder.

Harder, and tougher. I will take a shit load of paracetamols before entering, because my back is playing up every time I go to a rave. I can bore you with medical sentences, but I'm not. Just to say why I have a fucked up back, I had a scooter accident years ago, and I landed a bit wrong. And it fucked up my spine and pelvis. But I'm used to it.

We will be raving. Raving. She hasn't experienced me in my elements. Ministry of Sound was chilling, but this is energetic. Powerfull. Hard. Brutal. They don't take any prisoners. I hope she will survive the night. Unbelievable. It's going to be wicked. And it will be a good night too, see if I can get more people to join us. Maybe some old friends from Fantasy Island (a.k.a. Fanny Island). It would be a gathering.

Wow, I'm so excited. I told you, when I start talking about music, I can't stop. And I read some sad news today too. Kevin Energy, also a huge name in the Freeform world, is having a break. Why for Gods Sake? I've just started to discover his style, and now he leaves? Bummer. I am always late, I know. But it ain't possible to stay in the scene over here, it's hard to get your hands on UK Hardcore stuff. I know it's hard, but that's why I use the internet. But sometimes I don't see things passing by. And this was one of those moments. Meh. I am always late. When I was 12, I was still holding hands with my former girlfriend, whilest others where shagging their brains out. I was late.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was born too early? I was just fed up staying inside. That is the reason. Thanks mum, for making me retarded!

Do I care? Nope. I'm going to a UK RAVE with my misses, and I can't wait. When we get closer to the event, I'll update you with boring stuff. You know me, eh?

It ain't easy....

to do things that you really want, but never done before. I wish it would be easier, but it ain't. I've tried so many things, so many ways. But it's hard. You don't have a clue what I am talking about? I'll tell you.

I'm going to do an interview, and it's hard. I am interviewing a DJ called DJ Brisk. And it ain't simple. Because this man is a legend, I don't know where to start. He has been in the industry for more than 20 years, so where do I start? And which style? I don't know, he is involved in literally every harder style. It's so damn hard. I wish it would be easier, but if it was, everybody could be a journalist. Imagine me being a journalist. I can't. But I want to do my best, and make it succesfull. I want this to succeed. I don't want to fabricate a shitty interview, I want it to be the best you have ever read. I don't like to fail. I don't like it at all. So I hope it will be alright. I'm planning to actually go to a rave, and see what the Brisk feeling is. He is in my eyes on of the best Hardcore/Rave DJ's I've ever heared, but I never had the chance to hear him live. I've got a lot of albums, where he contributed his tracks, but never heared him play live. I want too. Because he is a GOD! Yes he is. Lol. Imagine him reading this, he might think that I am a nutter. Sorry, but I am. A good nutter.

So this interview..... why him? Because he deserves it. And he is trying to get more bookings in the Netherlands, which could be easier for me to actually hear him play. But to get him over here, he needs to be known first. And this interview could be a step into the right direction. And you might never know, I could do that for a living! Not for Rolling Stone magazine, they are better journalists than me. And they typ a bit better. But why not give it a go?

I want to do so many things, and I will succeed. It will be a lot of tears and sweat, but it will be worth it. I'll upload the interview (when finished) onto here, and BookFace, and Twitter, etc. You get the idea. I hope you like it. I hope Brisk likes it. Lol. I hope it ain't bad.

Paul, if you read this, I'll do my best. And if it ain't the best you have ever seen, erm..... blame it on me being dutch! lol.

Ps. Paul, I am not this woman. Sorry.

I am laying in bed....

and wondering about my life here, I really want to go to the UK and make my dreams come true, but sadly, no one rich is reading my blog. I wish sometimes this would be read by someone famous, and they might think "hey, we really need this bloke". But it hasn't happened yet. Maybe one day.

One day I'll be in the UK. Don't know when, don't know where. I am really happy if it would be in London, or somewhere else would be nice as well. As long as it ain't over here, in saggy and shitty Netherlands. It's so boring here. Not my kind of dream. What are my dreams?

Being famous, for a start. An actor would be nice, but I am too ugly to be on telly, so I could become a writer. Obviously I've got loads of idea's in my head, and it's so hard to write about them. I need help. Or a famous DJ, like a lot of Dutch DJs are. But I want to be a good one. A life so far away from mine. I would be happy to just work in a studio, helping artist, but it's so damn hard to get a carreer starting, when you have the will, but not the experience they want.

Life stinks. Yes, it does. I haven't been to a fancy pantsy University, I ain't got millions to spend. I will be a Del Trotter, one day I will be a millionaire. And I will be one, and to be honoust, I think I should deserve it. Because I am nice. Yes. I am nice, so the money belongs to me. So ner.

How would a million pounds look like? Or smell? Or feel? I wanna swim in it, or on it. And for you, my fellow readers, I will share some money. You can get a few pounds, just because I am nice. Yes, that's me. I am like Ghandi, but with more hair and sexyness. A million pounds. Wow. A dream. Yes.

But maybe..... maybe one day!!!!!

And the winner is.....

me! I am not lying. I am really sorry for those who visit this blog every day, and hoped to be the 1500th visitor. I am sorry. I didn't wanted to be the winner, but it just happened.

So no prize for anybody. For me only. Ow, you don't know what I am talking about? I told on BookFace that the 1500th visitor would win a prize. And to be honoust, I would dedicate a blog entirely to him/her. But now it's going to be a blog about me. Sorry for that.

But to be nice too, ain't you all winners every day? You get to read a cool and weird blog, written by me! Isn't that awarding enough?

Let's talk about BookFace. It's been annoying the last couple of days. People keep using some apps, where you can vote for your friends position, or you can answer question about them. And the person you answered about, has to go to that app, answer a few questions too, and then it reveils the answers others gave. I don't want too. I know some people ain't my closest friends. I know I ain't the sexiest person alive. I wouldn't stand a chance against Colin Firth, Leonardo Di Caprisun, or whoever your sexiest person is. So why would I go and have a look on their app? I don't. I tried it once, but got annoyed.

Another annoying thing about BookFace is the fact that it ain't fair. Imagine a life without BookFace? I can't. And thank God it hasn't been offline recently. I would go nuts. But the BookFace app for my Blackberry is shit. Absolutely shit. Can't believe it. Hyves is shit too. Twitter is shit too. Why?

If I go on BookFace for Blackberry, and I go to my inbox, all of a sudden, I get all those unread messages which I already have deleted from my computer. Sometimes it's just a few, but sometimes hundreds. It's not always up to date with stuff like that. And it keeps deleting pokes. Twitter does the same bullshit. Keeps blocking and deleting people. And I always loose alot of tweets. How come? I don't know. Complete failure.

The most weirdest thing that can happen, is BookFace being offline. That would disrupt the whole world. What will we do? Rob ain't sharing his opinion of the government, Tami not able to talk about the love of her life (nope, it ain't me), Hayley not being able to talk about her sex machine, etc. And I couldn't violate your eyes with my writings. It's pure eye porn. Wow, never thought that I would write something crazy like this. Eye porn. Hahahaha. You see? I do polute the internet with my jibber jabber. Should I stop?

No I'm not going to stop. I will never stop. Quiting is for losers. And I know I am one, but I ain't going to quite. I am strong enough to survive. I hope.

Eye porn. Hahahahahaha. I am truly a crazy dutchman.

WIFI sucks....

I don't have a clue how it works. I know it's wireless, but why do I need so many cables? I am already happy because of the fact that I received a new modem. My old modem was a bit..... erm...... fucked. I couldn't touch it at all, move it....no! The power cable was cut in half, because of my stupidity. My father combined those cables with a tire wrap. And because I needed to move from one room to another, I needed to have all those cables loose. So I tried to cut through the tie wrap. It wasn't a success. Power going through my arse, and having a fucked up modem. What a bummer. I tried to get a new power cable, and asked the provider if they had one spare. They didn't. So I couldn't hoover behind all those cables without loosing it all. But now I do have it, and I don't get it at all.

And now, hours later, it is working. Finally. I am happy, because now I can go online without sitting behind my computer desk. I can sit in my garden, if I had one. Wifi is great, if you know how it works. The biggest problem whilest installing it, was connecting the modem to my computer. I took out the LAN cable and thought that it would work. But you don't get wireless internet if your computer doesn't have a wireless card thingy. My computer isn't wireless. Nearly took all the wires away. Thank God I didn't. Would have looked like a tit.

But now my digital TV ain't working. It says "scrambled programme". I don't like scrabble, and scrambled programmes either. I wish I could watch it now. But my sister will fix it on friday, she works for my internet provider. Lucky me, eh?

What else have I been doing today? Nothing much. The Wifi connecting took hours, because I've done stuff wrong. And I hate that. Ow, I ordered a pizza. And I've listened to an old Next Generation Podcast. DJ Brisk and Fracus, they are heroes. Heroes in my book. They keep the spirit alive. Wish I could have the honour to meet those two fabulous men. But sadly enough, they live in the wrong country. They have provided me (and Hayley) with alot of fun. They have got proper comedy skills. If you are wondering what I am talking about, go to nextgenerationrecords.co.uk and check it out!

I am signing out. Because I am bored. And still need to fold my clothes. Bummer. I need a maid. Help!

The Dentist....

I don't like the man. Well, not personally. But I hate his job. My dentist is really a nice guy. I went there yesterday to get a filling, and he always makes time for a nice chat.

But he wanted to use a syringe, to numb my face. Sorry matey, no way. I don't like syringes. I'd rather suffer the pain and agony. When he first helped me with a temporary filling, he had to use a syringe, because he said "this is really painfull without anaesthesia". Because my nerve inside my teeth was visible. Normally they are covered, but the hole was so big, he could see and touch it. When he touched it the first time, I nearly passed out. So anaesthesia. But not yesterday. Wish I did it. My God, I really passed out. He started with the first bit of the filling, and he had to push it in really hard, and by doing that, he touched the nerve. And he had to do that 3 times! But he was gentle with me, he warned me before he did it. I was happy, but not ready for so much pain. 

But why is it, that you never see ugly assistents? The woman standing beside him all the time yesterday, she was a nice woman. She monitored my breathing all the time, and when I was in pain, she reminded me to breathe. She didn't wanted me to be the first to die in his seat! Imagine that. Dead in a dentist seat. "How did your husband die?" "Ow, he went to the dentist!" Hahaha.

I hate it, when I have my mouth wide open, and saliva keeps dripping down the side of your mouth cheeks. Bleh. I am embarrassed every time that happens. But I can't help it, he has got his hands and tools inside of my mouth, and she is using some kind of sucking device, to pick up teeth debris.

Am I the only one who sits in the dentist chair, and thinks "I need to move my hands or feet, just to let them see I am alright, that I am strong enough for the pain?" I always think that. But I hate it when my arm of foot gets numb too, because I've been on his chair too long. And one other thing, when the chair is straight up, and you sit down, they always lower the chair, for him to do his job properly. Am I the only one who always thinks that I will slide of the chair? Stupid chairs.

Why do I always wonder about stupid things? Who does the dentists teeth, when he is in pain? His son! But would his son be a proper dentist, and charge him too? I doubt it. When I need to refuel, I don't get any discount at all. Cheeky sods. I need to go to work.

Hope you have a good day, and if you have a dentist appointment today, or soon, just go! Make sure your teeth are alright! Don't be a numbnut and let your teeth go to waste.

Happy Fathersday!!!

It's that day again. Fathersday. And my father ain't here. He is somewhere in China, I would say working, but I don't think he is. It's sunday, and it's fathersday, he is obviously not working. He is celebrating!

I've just emailed him back, I can't call him, don't know how! China, pfew, that's far away. Don't know the landcode of China. I don't know his number too. Lol. I could call his dutch number, but his credit will be going quickly. Hope he comes back quickly, before he turns into a dunees. A dunese? A Dutch-Chinese.

He messaged me earlier, that he reads my blogs. I don't know if he did it on Hyves or on here. But it was a nice message. Thank you, paps. This blog is dedicated to you! I don't know what to write about tho. I did that before, so why do it again?? I know, it's fathersday. I should.

I should? I must. And I should give him his CDs back, which I borrowed 10 years ago, and never returned to him. I don't know if he wants to see the state of them. They are a bit kaput. Not completely broken, but a bit kaput. Some tracks are just not playable. Sorry pops.

My dad is a legend. He is. You know that. He is my legend! I am not religious, so God ain't my hero. My dad is. Without a doubt. He can fix everything. I can imagine him, standing at the gates of heaven, and when they open, they creak. And he will be the man fixing the gates. He is such a handy man. Unbelievable. He can fix everything.

I can tell you a story, which I must have said before. My dad is a cool person, but sometimes a bastard. Yes he is. Well. to be precise, he was. When I was young and lived with my parents, I was a naughty boy. As I quoted yesterday, I am addicted to music. And I always played it out loud. Mum would always shout, whilest standing downstairs. She would shout "turn the music down right now, I am not going to say it again". But I would never listen to it. And then, my dad would get off his seat, and walk into my bedroom with a scissor. He wouldn't say a word, and just cut through the cables of the speakers. That is my dad. Nope, that was my dad. He ain't going to do that right now, it's my flat.

But the funny side of this was, that everytime he would do that, I would ask him with my puppy eyes to make it again, to fix it. And he would do that. And I always promised I would never do it again. I don't know how many times the wires got cut. And he welded them back together. I love you paps.

Cool dads rule the world. And my dad is definately one of the coolest. But please come back quickly, don't stay there too long, you might miss the dutch food. And me! No dad, there is nothing to be fixed, if so, I wouldn't say it to you. Have a nice day, and see you soon paps.

I love music!!!

I do. I really do. It's sickening if you knew how much I really adore music. It's a problem to me. It's like being addicted to speed. I am so addicted, I need help. Help in any way. But how? I don't know how. Because I can see music. Music is everywhere to me. And I can see it. I have something that is being called Synesthesia. Is it a disease? Should I be cured from it? Why? I am enjoying myself. The only people I harm is myself. And obviously my neighbours. But they don't care, so why would I?

I listen to music whilest driving. I can't drive without a CD with me. I can't. Simple. If I find out that I haven't got a CD with me, I will rush back indoor, to get one. I know my whole collection. I've got a weird brain. Just by looking at the CD, I can see and hear the music which is on the disc. I just need to hear a tune, and 9 times out of 10, I can state which CD it came of. It's weird, I know. Ask me what I had for dinner yesterday, I can't tell you it. I can tell you what I have listened to, yesterday. It's a handicap.

I listen to music when I am on the bog, when I am doing the dishes, when I am everywhere. When I am at work, I can't do anything without listening to it. Even now, as we speak, I have a CD turning around in my Dolby Surround System. It's amazing. I can enjoy it, even when it's really late. No one understands me, really no one does. It's weird. No one who can be called my friend or family, shares this passion for electronical music. My sister listens to it too, but not as much as she did before. She borrowed some CDs from me a few days ago, because she wanted some good Club tunes. And obviously, I have some. She ripped them, so she can have the pleasure like I had whilest listening to them.

I wish, someone could actually have this disease, like I have. My girl has a different kind of disease. It's been called "love" syndrome. She is perfectly healthy, but not me. I am the opposite of her. She likes music too, and she carries her iPod everywhere, but not in an extent as I do. It is actually funny when she is with me, and I jibber jabber about electronical music. She sits there, listening, but in her head she might be thinking "where is a gun, when you need one?" Nah, she ain't like that, but I can go on for hours and hours. And it can be really annoying. I know myself by now.

And when I say I go on for hours, I do. It has caused a lot of agony for the people who are dear to me. I get really annoyed when people do think that electronical music can be squeezed inside a box. It can't. The diversity is huge, enormous. Don't start talking about that, I get offended. Do think outside of the bloody box. Don't think electronical music is the same, you don't have a clue. And to be honoust, you haven't even paid attention. You can't hear music the way I can. You can't understand it the way I do. It's amazing what people sometimes say to me. 

Music is like blood through my vains. My lovely girl is my heart beating. My life is complete. Obviously a human being can make mistakes, and I have made mistakes. Some mistakes will haunt me for the rest of my life. A stupid phonecall being missed can cause grieve. If I picked up the phone, I could have heared that my grandad was dying, and I could have been there. But because I didn't pay attention that much, and for the simple reason I missed calls, and didn't call back. I wish I'd called them back, so I could have been there. It will haunt me. But I've made other mistakes, which are life changing. And I have reversed them, thankfully. I needed to reboot my system, to see that I made a huge mistake, and I needed to say sorry. Sorry for those who don't have a clue. But I have changed. If ex-classmates would see me, they would notice a difference. It's lifechanging, that bloody word. I wish I could say the same about my addiction. But I ain't sorry. It's who I am. I don't want to be changed. I love it.

When me and the misses are going to live together, I can already picture out how our house will look like. It will be big, and nice. And one spare room for me, to escape the daily trauma that is being called "the outside world". I can dissapear in that room. Obviously I need to secure the walls, to make sure no beats, bass or melody can be heared in the other room. I love my girl so much, I don't want to destroy her pretty mind with my addiction. All those beats can destroy her pretty mind. Love, don't take this the wrong way. You know what I mean. Imagine you listening to Rave music for an entire night......... have you imagined it? Now imagine it for the rest of your life! Panic? Yep! I know in a relationship it's give and take. And I am nice to you! And still, being an addict, get my daily drugs.

Kids, don't use drugs. It's bad. You want an example? Look at me!

"Yeah, I am looking for the track that goes......"

How many times has that happened to you or me? How many times did we wonder who the artist/band is of the track that you hear? Sometimes you just take it for granted, but some tracks are so beautiful, you need to have them. But maybe you just missed out when they announced the trackname, or something similar. It happens to me all the time.

I always have the error of getting mixes without a tracklist. That's always a bummer. You always wonder who's track that is. And some tracks are never to be found. Pity, why don't they just add a tracklist, like normal CDs have? Or the weirdest thing that might have happened to you: you hear a track, and someone gives a wrong trackname! Happened to me so many times "yes, it must be....." "it sounds like......". And it never is.

Or you listen to the radio, and they announce the name, but you didn't understood a word of what he said. That frequently happens to me. I listen to a lot of english shows, and when they announce a name, I have to pay attention. Like the artist named Emalkay. When I heared his "Fabrication" for the first time, I adored the track and wanted to download it. Artist? MLK? Eh? MLK. Ok, let's go on youtube. Can't find it. Shit, it was MLK. So similar, but not really.

I hate those questions. I know that my knowledge about electronical music is great, you can ask Hayley. She will tell you that I am boring, when it comes to that. She knows that, when I get started, I can't stop. I am a walking Windows Media Library. But the library can expand, and it happens every day. But the tracks should be the original names, not made up one's. Correct information gets stored in my library, and will never get lost. Thank God for that.

I am only searching for one track name, but I will find it (hopefully) right now. Give me a second. It's from a commercial. And I found it: Audio Bullys – Only Man. I love that track. It will never leave my brain cell. Yes, one brain cell. A computer runs on one memory bank, not multiple. It can, but one bank is enough. Like my brain. Why need multiple cells, when one is enough? And to be honoust, I don't have more. My mum must have dropped me on my head when I was born. I know my uncle Danny dropped me, when I sat on his shoulders. Must have happened then. I fell hard, and all braincells, except one, got killed. One cell left. But to be honoust, if George W Bush can be president, I can achieve more (he doesn't have a brain). No offense, I am not lying. It's the truth.

I passed my exam!!!!

And I am happy! Woohoo, party time! Get the booze out! Let's all get wicked, where ever you read this! It's going to be a party tonight. Not here, I think. But you can go crazy on my behalf. You are allowed!

I did that course a few days ago, where I got all the product knowledge I needed to become a succesfull senior transaction employee. And I just read my email, which said I passed. Hurray! Get the booze out! This is a good day. I am happy. I am normally crap at exams, because I get nervous and make mistakes. I don't like sitting in a classroom, being looked at all the time. I don't like it when questions are stupid and multiple answer could be the good one. Fuck that, I hate that. I would like easier answers, because it would make my life easier. But thank God for passing. I don't like waiting days for my result. Brings back memories, from when I was at college, and I wasn't home when the teacher would call for the result. I called him whilest being at grandma's birthday. And then finally I got the result.....I passed.

I love it. Good day. It was a good day at work too. I had a lot of fun today. Don't know why, the weather was shit. But still, we all had a good time!

I don't know what to write anymore. Good day!

TOTAL de Kruisberg

that's the name of the station I work at. And it's a crazy place! Why, you might ask? Well, these picture's I will add in a minute prove it.

The first picture is my colleague Ralph, as crazy as I am. We both don't like stupid foreigners, so he made a sign which states some important things in several languages. I don't know if he speak chinese, but he can write it perfectly (lol).
The second picture is made because of the bakery atmosphere. It's always perfect here! True friendship. Yes, you can see it!
The third picture is me being a knob. I had nothing to do, so I was bugging my colleague. Maybe I'll post some weird pictures later today, I must see how it all goes ahead.

It's always like this, amongst us. We are all a bunch of crazy people, and we love it! We might look weird compared to the rest of the world, but that is just who we are!

If you ask us if we have weird stories, we have loads! LOADS! For example, we had a colleague, she works in Hoensbroek at a Total, and she had an early shift here. A customer came to the till, paid for stuff, and then went to the coffee table. You might think and agree that he would get a coffee and just drink it. Well, instead of getting coffee, he got his penis out of his pants, and started masturbating whilest looking at the employee behind the till! And that really happened! Don't ask me why he masturbated in the shop!

If you ever have the chance to visit the Netherlands, visit us! You won't know what happened when you leave!

Another day at the office....

in a few hour. I don't want to go to work, because I don't feel well. My sister and boyfriend had a BBQ as a birthday present, and they made food for us. Nice chicken, pork, etc. And it's nice. But it messed up my stomache. My stomache is in agony. I've been to the toilet in the middle of the night: if I didn't, I would have pooped in my bed. And that's a thing that no one wants. Imagine that! Waking up in shit! Bleh.

It's funny tho, I woke up from a deep sleep, and whilest waking up, I walked to the bog, because I knew I had to go. It's like my mind already said to me that I should walk to the loo. But now, a few hours later, my stomache is still rumbling, and I still don't feel well. Damn. Now I know why I don't have my own BBQ: I like the meat, but not the agony after. And now I said to my mum yesterday that a BBQ would be handy for my birthday! No BBQ for me, sorry Hayley. Or do you want one? I'll eat bread whilest you are eating BBQ, don't like my stomache like this.

I want to talk a bit more about the blog I made yesterday. Yes Rob, a petrol station is a huge business on it's own. We have rules when it comes to facings. Not every station is the same, so there are multiple classifications. Several times a year, all the major companies go to Total, and lay down a lot of money, just to make sure that they get the best places on the shelves. And every so often, a representative visits every station, just to make sure that you have everything in order. You can't place products the way you want, or put products in the shelves without them being on the list.

Why do you think the best products always have the best places? Because they pay for it. And they demand that every petrol station uses their plans. If not, they can talk to Total and maybe they get a fine. It's the same with promotions. We have different promotions every two weeks, and we have 2 important shelves, called Promo A and B. Promo A is usually at the entrance, the first thing people see when they enter the shop. So it's an eye-catch location. If a company want their product to be in Promo A, they should be going to Total with a big bag of money, and pay for it. Promo A has the highest amount of products being sold, so as a manufacturer, you want that location. But because it's an eye-catcher, Total decided that it's location can be changed every two weeks.

It's the same with the cigarette rack. You might think it's all just made up by the station manager, but we have rules. We can't place a pack of Marlboro in a shelf that has been "bought" by the manufacturer of Camel. If I can make an example: you have a carpark in front of your house. You have paid for it, so you demand people to notice that. But if your neighbour parks his car there, you don't get angry. You just let him/her know that you "bought" that place, and that you don't like the use of it by him/her. You tell him twice, and then you get annoyed. You can sue him/her. You have paid for that spot, so you demand that your car is there, not someone elses. Simple?

It looks easy, but sometimes it isn't. Because of the recent price war in the tobacco industry, those places changed fast. I can't go into detail, but facings changed a lot. And products were dropped out of the facing, to be replaced by another product, just because a product didn't pay the amount wanted for that facing. But all of a sudden, manufacturers see a loss of money by loosing facings, and they pay more. It's all a big money thing. I can understand.

What will I do today? The Mars representative gave me a new detail of the facings, so I need to change the whole rack. That will take some time, sadly. But hey, at least I get paid! I wouldn't do it for free.

Tami, I'm seriously thinking about writing a script. You said I could use you? Erm.... what would I use you for? Can I use you as a stereotype? As American? I don't know what to write about, but I will let you all know!

Happy Birthday!!!

sister! It's my sisters birthday! Hope she has a nice day! And hope everybody else on this planet has a nice birthday too! I will visit her later, it's too early to visit her. She has got a syndrom, just like me. It's a disease that we share. Just me and my sister. A lot of other people have it, but they are afraid to tell it. Or they don't know it. But we know. We have got a syndrome called the Sleep syndrome. We sleep like woodchucks lol. We love sleeping! A disease.

Yesterday was a hectic day. Bleh. A lot to do at work. People annoyed me. We had a representative from Mars , and one from British America Tobacco. And I hoped they would be easy, but we failed with the wishes they had. We use a standard lay-out of the shelfs, it's chosen by headquarter how everything lays. It's all a big money business. And Mars pays the most. So they want the best places on the shelf. But to compete with all the other companies, every so often we get a new lay-out plan, and we have to follow that. But the last update we got was from last year, so the shelves weren't up to date. We had products in the shelves which weren't allowed to order. Not our fault, is it? If headquarter doesn't send the proper lay out. But we got bollocked. And due to lack of time, I couldn't prepare the shelves that day. She wrote that down, and left. But the other representative, from BAT, was an annoying arse. Why? We had the newest cigarette cabinet lay out, but it wasn't good! He was annoying. Could have hit him in his face. But both of them respected me, and that made me smile!

When people respect my authority, I like that. Yes, I am a boss. A cool boss. Because I define a boss like this: an arsehole with feelings. That's my definition of a good boss. Can a company be run by an arsehole? Nope. Can a company be run by someone with only feelings? Nope! You need a combination of those two factors, to become a good boss! And I could be a superb boss.

What I am doing now? Typing this blog, you c**t, duh! Stop asking me stupid questions. I am typing this blog whilest listening to some good tunes! As usual, I would say. The way I live my life. Relaxed. Why waste your time by listening to silence? Give your ears some pleasure too! They deserve it!

Happy birthday, for those who celebrate it today. For all the others, happy birthday too. But I ain't gonna do this every day, talking about birthdays. I've got a life, you know? #noidont

Magical Monday

it's a magical monday today! I don't know why, but I just know. Yesterday was a good day, done alot. The toilet stinks of bleech, all my clothing has been washed, everywhere hoovered. It looks nice!

What am I going to do this week? I have to work 5 days, and I really don't want too. I've got the most weirdest week ever. Monday, tuesday, thursday and friday 9 till 5, and sunday 2 till 10. Bleh. I don't like it, but I have too. Money money money, as Jessie J sings it. But Jessie J is ugly and a twat. She only sings about the truth (she reminds me of Gaga, before she went mental). It's all about the money!

Do you know what fascinated me? Everything. I watched Formula 1 yesterday too, and it was cool. I'm not into the sport, don't know all the drivers names, but I can still watch it and enjoy it. The thing that amazed me was Michael Schumacher, a.k.a. Schumi. What is he doing there? I thought he quite? Come on OAP-er, get off.

What else have I watched? The Matrix! I don't have a clue what it's about, I tried to think, but in my head it didn't made any sense. What is the Matrix? I understood that (according to it) we all live in a fake world, we are all plugged in. We are not saved. But here's a question: are we programmes? Unplug me people, I want to experience the Matrix, much cooler! I could become president, just by inserting a plug, and downloading a programme onto my brain. I don't get it. Why the Matrix? And why Keanu Reeves? He has got the facial expression of a donkey! And his continues asking "why". Stop asking, leave the Oracle alone, you dumb twat.

Did I watch anything else? Erm... let's see. Nope. I could have watched Comedy Central, but I didn't. It was Dharma and Greg weekend, and despite the fact Dharma is cute, the show is annoying. Come on Comedy Central, get rid of those old shows, and make room for new comedies. I know an up and coming writer who could lift it all up.......... ME!

Does this blog mean anything? Nope. Will it have a meaning after you read it? Nope. This is a shite blog. I do apologise. I'll promise there will be another blog later. Can't be arsed to do another one now!

My own show....

would be wicked! I would name it "The Crazy Dutchman", it would suit it. And what would it be? A comedy obviously. I would mention all the funny things I've ever experienced, and those are alot. It would be a rollercoaster ride full of nonsense, but with an important lesson. I see a lot of things back on the screen.

Lessons? Yes! Never sneeze when sitting in a Volkswagen Polo limegreen whilest listening to Bonkers (that's a hardcore CD). It can dislocate your shoulder! You think that is funny and weird? That is exactly what happened to me! I went to Heerlen to pick up that CD, and whilest sitting in the carpark, I needed to sneeze, and my arm was straight forward. I was skipping tracks when I sneezed, and my shoulder got dislocated. Funny? Not at that moment, but afterwards it was. Imagine telling that to your boss? "Yes I am not able to work, I've dislocated my shoulder by sneezing." I called headquarters to announce my sickness, and they didn't believe me!

I've had the chance to experience life in the weirdest way! And I've got loads of stories to tell. Maybe the BBC will read this (I doubt it) and think "this bloke is just what we need". Don't think so. It would uplift the present choice you have on telly. It's shit. The shows ain't funny anymore. It's all weird. No comedy with humour. Maybe my show would make a difference?

Obviously music would play a big part of it. And Hayley can agree with the fact that I can't dance, only rave. I've got so many idea's in my head, and when I look at them, I find them hilarious. But I don't know how to put it down on paper/Word.

For example, a good joke. In my head this happens to me.
I go to Asda to buy toilet paper, and I get the most expensive one. Quality is important, because I shit alot. So I get the one with multiple layers, always handy! And when I get to the till, the lady tells me that I've bought the best! I am proud of what I have done, I knew it! The best toiletpaper! Only the best for my arse! I would walk home with the rolls underneath my right arm. But you see me return later to Asda, and I am angry looking. I'm searching for the lady who served me hours ago, and I want to tell her the truth. She is sitting behind the till, and I walk towards her. She sees me, and wonders. I stand in front of her, whilest she is serving people. "Is this the best toiletpaper you have? Look at THIS" (I show my righthand) "Poo should be on the paper, not on my HAND!" The lady freaks out and runs off, leaving me behind with poop on my hand.

See the humour in this? I do! I know it's low to the ground, but that is funny. But not only funny stuff would be included in the show. I would like to see a scene, which actually happened in real life. The biggest beat-up I've ever experienced. I'll tell you what happened:

When I was young, and at school, the teacher would always pick a class leader for a day, and he or she would (if necessary) punish those who are not paying attention. Or when they are being knobs. You get the idea. I was the class leader that day, and some boys weren't paying attention. So I had to punish them (I can't remember what they had to do, I think they had to write 50 times a line). I wish I never done that. They were the bullies of the class.

During the break, I would always walk home to eat there. I walked outside of school, and there they were. With friends. I was afraid. Scared. I hoped I could walk home, and nothing would happen. But all of a sudden they started following me, and I walked faster and faster. Running. They ran faster and I tried to outrun them. I couldn't. I ran over the car park next to the school (there was a mall next to the school). In a split second I thought "why not run back to school, I will be safe there!" I did that, but a few meters before I got to the door, they grabbed me. A huge pole, which is there for decorating the carpark, stood inbetween my freedom. They pushed me against it, and they held my hands together around the pole. I cried, I feared the worst. They started beating me and kicking me everywhere. I cried, screamed for help. I hoped someone would come and help me. No one did, they only watched me. I screamed "HELP ME, SOMEONE, PLEASE". A lot of parents were present, but did nothing. Crying. I couldn't do anything else. Deadly eyes looked at me. What looked like hours, happened in a minute or 2. Pain, agony. Then all of a sudden, they stopped. And I ran away, back home. On my way home I tried to regain myself, and wiped my face clean. I was planning on not telling my mother.

I got home, and mum was angry: I was late. I started crying and walked off. On my way to school, I tried several sneaky routes, because I didn't want to see the bullies. I got to school safely, and life went on. Like nothing ever happened. That day those bullies made me feel fear, and that has stayed with me for the rest of my life. I am afraid. Maybe that's why I ain't an agressive person. Always friendly. Because deep down, I know, if I am the opposite of what I am now, I could get hurt, a lot!

A few days later, another parent asked my mum how I was doing. She looked weird to her, and asked "what do you mean, how my son is?" And then she tells my mum. My mum angry, having a go at me when I get home. And I tell her the truth. Because there isn't a way out, I am still covered in bruises.

Is there a lesson to be learned? Yes, stand up for yourself. Try to overcome everything in life, and live it to the max. Because if you stay in a certain mode, it will destroy you. See what I have become? I have a lovely girlfriend, a car, a flat, good payment. What else do I need?

Do not ever turn into a bully. You don't know what you can do to other peoples lives. You can destroy them. And those, weakminded, will vanish. I regained my strenght, and I am back, back in business. I am way above those bullies. That's why I am loved, and they are hated. Be strong, overcome your fear. Don't let fear beat you. Always remember that bullies can beat you physically, but mentally you can overcome! Learn and live!

How wonderful is it....

when you know you have done something, and no one realised it? I've done it today, and I know for sure that no one will tell I've done something here. I've cleaned the flat in a rather weird way.... I went through all old bills, sorted them. Done the washing, and now I will start hoovering. A nice and tidy flat. Ow, I nearly forgot. I did the washing up. Necessary to do!

What else have I done today? Nothing much, ate a pizza. Yes, greedy fucker, I know I am! And watched Gavin and Stacey! Always funny to watch!  I've just watched the outtakes of the show, and they are hilarious. Ow bugger, I need to do the washing. I'll be back in a minute!

Bloody hell, I was back quicker than expected. The washing wasn't done yet. The dryer is still empty. Empty. Bugger.

I am going ballistic on this new mixset by some DJ I've downloaded today! It's wicked, really enjoyable. Sometimes I imagine being on a huge stage, entertaining thousands! That will be a dream.
I've got another dream too! And that is to be a comedian. Or an actor. Comedy actor obviously. I am full of humour, I am witty enough. And I love slapstick humour. I can act alot! I can fake a tear, I can fake a smile.... the only thing I can't fake is an orgasm. I'm not like a woman! They can fake it, how fake and phony is that? Nothing for me to fake! I ain't a fucking fake wannabee! lol.

I was browsing online, to look for information about writing a show. And I found a website, which belongs to the BBC. And I always wondered, why not give it a try? But I don't know if someone could appreciate it, and how in Gods name would I typ it? How do you write a script? I've got no celebrities as friend, so I can't ask how a script looks like. I wish I could see how it works, so I would know if I can give it a try. I could write a show called "The Crazy Dutchman" and could tell my whole life to people who are really interested. A bit like this blog. I tell what you all want or need to know. And it's shitty that no one replies to these blogs anymore, I don't know if I am doing a good job!

Just let me know. Message me. Don't be scared, the only person who is scared is me! lol.

Pinkpop 2011.....

I am not going. Why whould I? I live so close to it, if I would open my window, I could hear it live and kicking. The last 4 years I have enjoyed the beats of Pinkpop, but I never went there. Not my cup of tea. 3 days of mayhem. Why would I go for that to Pinkpop? Every day in my life is mayhem lol.

The only bad thing about Pinkpop that annoys me, is the fact that all the roads to it are full of traffic jams. And if I would drive from my work to my home, I can expect a huge traffic jam. Last years I tried to get home, and it took me another 2 1/2 hour extra. And the music is another factor. The only good artist this year is Deadmau5. If you don't know who he is, never mind.

I would like to tell you a nice story, which has happened to me recently. Did I say a nice story? Fuck no, a stupid story. I received a letter last week, and it was from my Housing Corporation. Normally I don't receive letters from them, the only letters I get is my rent. But this letter was amazing. I had a arrears. Does that word make sense? I don't know, I just translated it from a website. I'll explain it: when you don't pay, you get arrears. You get send letters, and they force you to pay it. I got one of those letters. Not nice, because I know I pay everything on time. But the most annoying thing was:
The amount I still need to pay is................... 40 CENTS! Fucking 40 cent. To be precise 38 cents. How stupid is that? So I called my Housing Corporation and I spoke to 4 different people to get an answer. And the last one said it had something to do with lowering the rent last year!!!!! Fucking 38 cents, why not add that amount to my current rent? I don't get it. It's not about the money, if I would digg deep in my pocket, I find more than 40 cents. But it's the principal. Anal Monkey faces.

Getting back to reality. Today is a nice day. I will pay my 40 cents..... lol. And going to enjoy a nice weekend. I think I deserved it. So I'll be online a lot, and hopefully write a lot of blogs, but I'm not sure about that.

Yesterday or the day before, my sister was here. And she will make sure I'll get digital TV, because analogue TV is so old, and I am losing a lot of channels. BBC2 ain't there anymore. If I go to digital TV, I can receive BBC3 too! Woop. Cool. And because she has her own company, with her boyfriend, she is going to get me a laptop! Obviously I have to pay, nothing in this life is for free.

I'll blog you later!

Typical!

I went to bed last night, getting prepared for a long night sleep, but it started thundering! It's shit when you are tired, but it keeps you awake. Especially when you are scared of it! Stupid thunder. To be honoust, the thunder is beautiful to watch, but to hear it, it's just scaring. The power with every flash.... amazing. But it's simply unpredictable. And that is what scares me. Because you can get used to rain, because you know it's consistent. But the thunder can be heared at random moments, and is loud too!

So I am sitting here, half asleep. And with pain. Pain, you might think? Why? Because my tooth are causing pain, and I need to go back to the dentist. At 09:15 they will use their blowing/sucking/drilling devices! And I'll be the one who is going to be screaming! Aaaarrrghhh.

Oh, nearly forgot to say: I hate my TV provider. Ziggo is his name. Annoying f**ker. Why? Because they took a lot of channels of my analogue thingy. I don't know what it is, I ain't that technical. But I've lost BBC2. Bummer. They always have good things on it. But now, if you want to see it, you must get a digital thingy, so you can receive it. Thank God my sister works at Ziggo. But it doesn't mean I get it for free! Bummer.

What shall I do today? Ooops, I need to go to work! I don't want too. But I must go, after I've been to the dentist. I can't wait. (Yes I am sarcastic). Wish it would be over in a blink of an eye. Or as fast as thunder is........ aaaaaarrrghhhhh.

After another day....

out at work, I am knackered. Me and my colleague went to Best today, for a training called product knowledgement. It was very entertaining in a way. And obviously I tried to be the best of the group, by giving correct answers all the time. After the training we had an exam, it wasn't hard. But I know myself by now, if I say it was alright, I fail. So if I say I failed, maybe it can mean I passed? We will see, we will get a mail if we failed. So I won't be looking through my inbox in the next 14 days lol.

It had alot of knowledgement about oil. Yes oil. An important issue. To be precise, it's the blood of the car. And it needs to be in good shape, otherwise the car will die. And when people come to a petrol station and want to buy some oil, we need to know exactly which oil to put in the car, just by looking at the bottle and information of the car.

Did you knew that you shouldn't put water in your coolant department? It can have 4 reasons.

1. It can freeze
2. Sclerosis
3. Rust (Oxidate)
4. Vaporise

And did you knew that the most dangerous thing to do around the filling station.... isn't smoking? Not even using your mobile phone, but static electricity! When you wear a sweater made of wool, and you take it off, you always hear it, feel it, and sometimes see it! It's that spark that can ignite the fuel!
Did you knew there are two main types of gas? LPG and CNG? Liquid Petrollium Gas and Compressed Natural Gas. And the difference between those two, the biggest one, is the atmosphere/pressure. I only know it in bars, but LPG has a pressure level of 5-6 bar, whilest CNG is compressed to 200 bar! Amazing! CNG is very explosive, but not efficient when it comes to usage. It uses more CNG than a normal petrol car. But the gasses that leave the exhaust are cleaner. Is it worth it? Nope.

And that there are 2 big institutes who decide a lot in the petrol industry? They are called the API and ACEA. API stands for American Petrollum Institute and ACEA stands for European Automobile Manufacturers Association. They came up with class systems, in terms of oil.

1. TYPE A = Benzine
2. TYPE B = Diesel
3. TYPE C = Benzine and Diesel (with filter)
4. TYPE E = Heavy Diesel transport

And that you can't put a ELF Solaris DPF 5W30 in a German car? Other manufacturers are fine, just not German one's. The good oil is ELF Solaris LSX 5W30. The difference is 3 letters, but makes a big change!

Interesting stuff? I think so. But you must be bored by now. I will stop. I just want to say to the firm: thank you for re-educating me!

Bass music.....

is what's keeping me awake right now! Goodmorning you all. Hope you are alright. I'm not, wish I was. What a shite day it was yesterday, and today will be shite too. Yesterday I had to work from 9 till 5, and it wasn't busy at all. It was boring. We achieved alot, but just a shite day can not be changed into a good day, even when it could be good. It still remains shite.

Today, I am going on a training/course. One that's called "product knowledgement". And I am excited. Really? Nope, I was sarcastic. Wish I was excited, I had something to look out for. But now I'll be sitting there, bored stiff. In a room full of nutters, who have got a braincell. One braincell. The last time I went on a training, there were so many nutters, it freaked me out. Hopefully I don't turn into such a dipstick.

One good thing happened yesterday, Renato visited the Kruisberg with his kid, Julian. And his kid is cute! Due to busyness I couldn't visit him before, but OMG what a cute kid! Curly hair, Nike shoes. Deffo Renato's kid lol! He should cherish every moment, before you know it, Julian is 18 and driving his car! Time flies by rapidly. It's sad that times changed, we used to have such a laugh, me and Reno. I can remember alot of things, funny things. We playing soccer on a field, with some of his mates. And obviously they were good, but I wasn't. Got kicked hard! And they knew all the rules. I didn't. Dumb as the back of a donkey. They all wore sportsclothing, I wore my PJ trouser lol. I miss those good ol' days.

I remember a time, where me and Reno always were together, like glue in a gluejar. And he always listened to R&B/Hiphop/Reggae music. He is the one who got me into Sean Paul music. Thanks for that! Another funny thing he and I did, was rave with another colleague. Yes Reno, you can't remember it but I can! It was in her flat, and the beats were Eric Prydz - Call on Me! Good ol' days!

But back on today, I will be sitting in a classroom/study room, being bored. And an exam too! What a bummer. Can't wait to be home again! So, let's get ready then! Make the most of today, people, the apocalypse could happen tomorrow! Or on my mothers birthday this year, lol. God doesn't like my mum when it will occur!

I hate monday mornings....

because they are so lame, and stupid. I hate them. It's always a start of a new week, but I wish I never had the chance to start a new week. Bleh, I hate it. Bugger. And now I need to typ a blog. I don't want too, but it's been quiet for days.

I don't know how your weekend was, but mine was good. Had someone here with me, to keep me entertained (nah, I am joking). It was entertaining, that's for sure. On saturday we went to Germany, to a big shopping place, a lot of nice shops there. We went shoe shopping for me, obviously. But I failed again. We went in several shoe shop, but couldn't find a descent pair of white shoes that would fit me. That always happens to me. We ate a nice hamburger menu, and yes, it had German cucumber on it. And now I have the EHEC bacteria. Lol. Nope, it wasn't the cucumber, it is now believed it the fault of bean sprouts. I really like them, but now I won't eat them. Yep, we stuck to hamburger with cucumber. It was very nice, the temperatures were high (around 30 degrees). We ate red fries (ask Hayley). And alot of mayonnaise. Mmmmmm, we must have been in heaven.

After that, carwash time. Don't know why I did it, the car is dirty again. But it was nice. Made Hayleys hair dry by using the carwash dryer hahaa. That was funny. We didn't stay long, we went to Heerlen Centrum after, shoe shopping. And how we failed again. We bought a new bin for me, and the bin lid/cover was so funny, it could make you look like an astronaut. So, because you name your vacuum cleaner Henry, I called my bin Ozzie the astronaut! Yep, the excitement level rises.

A nice chippy visit to end a perfect day. I have a new keyboard with mouse to keep you lot entertained, now I must be prepared for work. Wish Hayley was still here, we had a lot of fun. And before you ask, Yes is the answer.

Happy Friday!

it is friday? I don't want to mess up. Yep, it is friday. And it's going to be hot. Very hot. And people tend to forget to get hydrated. So people, when you go to work today, or when you are staying in, get hydrated. Can be everything, coffee, water, tea. But no fizzy drinks, they just make it worst. They want you to drink even more. Coffee is the best.

You want to sit naked in your back garden? Cool, but put some sunscreen on your..... erm.... private parts. Don't forget, the weener can burn pretty easy! Just make sure that the sun can't harm you.

And on a day like this, I need to work. And I don't want too. Long trousers, double t-shirts. And I really don't want too. Maybe I'll take some pictures today, don't know if I do. I used to have a camera, but after helping me for 3 years, it went to photoheaven. It's dead. What a pity. It was a good camera! Took several thousand pictures. And now I am just too lazy to get a new camera. The Blackberry camera is good, but not superb. No flash, and quality stinks.

Today is going to be hot. If you go outside and you are bald (or getting there), lubricate your head! Never a nice sight to see someone being bald and having parts of his skull meat hanging before his eyes. My dad has it all the time. He wears a cap, but mother Sun is too strong.

And by the sun I don't mean the newspaper! Don't you wish you lived at Antartica? Nice and cold? I wish! I don't like the heat, get's me all angry and frustrated. Don't like it. And getting a tan? Who? Me? Never. Don't like laying like a EHEC infected cucumber. I want to be normal, not lay down for a tan.

I've always wondered: rascists that hate black people, but get a tan in the summer..... how weird is that? They hate the coloured person, but they want to get a colour in the summer...... Aren't they discriminating their own colour? lol. Just a happy thought.

Don't stay in today, get off your arse and live! Enjoy the good weather. The summer will be crap. Live life now!

A Thing that everybody has.......

and hates: scratched CD's. I found another one just now. And it's a pity, it's a nice CD. You can ask Hayley, my CD's are in a terrible state. Like the following picture, and sometimes even worst:

This looks bad, doesn't it? And when you have thousands of them, it's devistating to realise that more and more of them aren't playable anymore. Pain in my heart. What to do? Vaseline? Only on bumcheeks, not on CD's. Does it work? Maybe I'll give it a try, when I do have vaseline. Can someone send me vaseline? Thank you!

More and more CD's are going to the bin-heaven. It's the final resting place for CD's, but only recordable one's. Not original one's. I've got a CD, Mega Music Dance Experience 1999 I think, which has a huge gap.... not really a gap, a large chunk out of it! Like this:

But I don't want to get rid of it. I know it's just useless, but I can't get rid of it. Youth sentiment, I think. I payed good money for it, probably guilders. Not euro's. The good old guilder.

I've got loads of recordable CD's, which are broken. And alot of them double. Or multiple. I'm just too lazy to organise them. No one helps me, so sod it!

CD's are the best thing. The connection that I have with CD's is hard to explain. I'm more of a disc man, instead of mp3 walkman thingies. I'm oldskool. Cassettes? I LOVE THEM. But they are broken too. And useless, if you don't have a cassette player.

Everybody has a broken CD which they don't throw away, or am I the only one? Someone please, say to me that I am not the only one. Why would you throw it away? It's priceless when it comes to the sentimental part of it, but worth nothing in pounds or euros. It's like a teddy bear, you don't throw them out when they have a special meaning. But why keep one, if you are 28? You just do. Because that's who we are. Or am I the only one on this planet, who is 27, and still has teddybears and broken CD's? Please, someone, respond. Am I weird? Am I abnormal? Am I insane?

Probably I am. I know. Well, fuck it. I am going to bed with my friend Teddy. Goodnight (lol)

Bleh!!!!

What a day today. It has been crap all the way! I had an early shift this morning, and I thought it was a normal thursday, because it is a thursday! But it turned out to be Ascension Day. We call it Hemelvaart, and due to the holidays, alot of people went abroad. Which was a pity for us, because they all go the other direction, instead of ours. So it was quiet. But alot of nutters, yep, we had a lot of them.

A dude from Slovenia came in the shop, after he filled up. He came to the till, and showed a 500 euro note. That's cool, but we can't accept that amount of money, because we can't give any change back. It's simply too much, and to be honoust, those high amounts are an item that can be copied. It could be a fake one. And because we don't use and see a 500 euro note every day, we couldn't tell the difference. We can tell if we have a fake 20 or 50 note, but not a 500. Yes, we have a scanner, but that things is as old as the road to Jerusalem. Old! Should be in a museum.

He wanted to give me it, but I simply tried to speak english to him, and say that we can't accept it, and he went bonkers. Raising his shoulders, started talking jibberish. He didn't speak any english, only russian. I am good in english, bit german, but russian? Hell no. I asked a colleague to help me out, and she did. He got out a creditcard, but after getting it through the machine, it said "no money". Simple. He wasn't able to pay, but we couldn't talk to him to explain it all. He couldn't talk to us, because he was an ignorant bastard. Not because he spoke russian, but he was a knob. You'll get the picture. 

He started talking jibberish, and made gestures to us, which I clearly didn't appreciate. I said to him, that if he couldn't pay, I would call the police. We have about 20 signs outside which states that we can't accept the money. It's like paying with a 50 euro note, when you only want a lolly which costs 25 cent. It's ludacris. 

Thank God for our toilet man. He is from Hungaria, and he speaks english and learning dutch. He was a great help today. I called him in, seeing if he could talk to the customer. The russian person was ignorant, he wouldn't be any help to himself and us. So the toiletman helped me, by calling someone he knows, a hungarian, who speaks russian. The other person on the phone spoke to the russian man, he walked to his car and made some phone calls. We waited and waited for him to come back inside. 

After 10 minutes he came back inside, and produced another card, which had money on it. He had that card all the time, because I saw it in his wallet, and it wasn't the one he payed with. Sleezy bastard. They always try it. I hate them, thinking petrol stations are banks. We can't exchange everything. We ain't a bank. We are a petrol station. But I think he got nervous after a while, when I said to him (well, not him, but the bloke on the phone, so he could translate it) that I would have to call the police, and he would be arrested. That doesn't happen, it was a lie. The police has got more to do. Sometimes, I pretend I am calling the police, just to scare people.

It always happens that people come to the till, and have no money to pay. And they blame it on everything, even on us. And they think it is our problem! It ain't, matey, it's your problem, not mine. If you pick up the phone, and pretend that you are calling the police, they always have a note in their pocket or in the car. Lol. How stupid can people be?

This blog is dedicated to the toilet man, which name could be Sloti? Solid? Zooli? The hungarian man! Thank you for your help, it's appreciated. I gave him a red bull, he deserved it. Thank you, or as you would say it in your language: köszönöm.

I like Hungaria now! Thanks! If everybody is like the toiletman, the country is as nuts as the Netherlands! Thanks matey.