I'll take a break from internet. I'll keep my Facebook and Twitter profile, but I'm not going to do anything on it. I want a break from everything. I don't want to be on it anymore. There has been some changes in my life. I'm not going into detail. No need to. Why would I?
I don't even know why I am writing this blog. No one reads it. No one can be arsed, and I can understand why. It's me. The dopey dutchman. The dutch arsehole. I can understand. I told something today on Facebook, and all of a sudden I lost 6 friends (yes, I keep score lol). That's just pathetic. Or am I? I don't know. I know one thing, I need a break from everything. No one cares about me, why should I care about others. I don't want to upset anyone. My brain is just f**ked up right now. I am sorry if I offend you. But if you were a friend, you should know me by now. So if you do, well, do what the others done on Facebook!
I'll be off. Don't ask my why and what. None of your business. My life. My private life. I will drawn a line through my life. And if someone wants to know about me, I will tell you the only things you need. Nothing more. I can have a bit of privacy. So don't ask me. Please. Do me a favor.
I hope I can handle it. I hope I don't lose it. I'm a internet freak. I'll be online, reading stuff, but when people go to far, I'll delete the whole lot. I don't need to be offended or whatever.
Do with this information whatever you want. I don't care. No one reads it. Sod it. I don't care either.
donderdag 5 mei 2011
This is something else....
to write 3 blogs in two days. That ain't me. I don't know why I am writing right now. Could have done it later on tonight, when I get back from work. But hey, at least I am doing something!
How are you? I am tired. Wished I could stay in bed longer, but my boss won't appreciate it. I wouldn't get payed either. Lose my job. I don't want that. So we just wake up and do what they ask me to do.
You are watching my blog for a reason. And I give you a reason to stay here: this song! So beautiful. Moves me. Hope it moves you too! Makes me cry (yes it does). Makes me think.
I've got nothing else to typ now. I'll make a new blog later. Promise me you listen to this song. PROMISE IT! Or else........... nothing else will happen lol. But you would make yourself happy! Enjoy!
Delilah - Breathe
woensdag 4 mei 2011
Sometimes....
you don't know what to do, or say. Sometimes it hurts to say, but it has to be said. And I do offend people sometimes. But as I said before, I am sorry. In a way. You should know me by now, and by clicking the link on Facebook, Twitter or Hyves, you should know you have entered my brain. Not literally. Imagine you being inside my head. You would kill yourself. I am a lunatic. Brains on 200% everyday, not day is different. At work and at home, I'm always busy. Busy with music. OMG, imagine a life without music? Or without coffee? Or without you? That would be weird.
I'm currently listening to BBC Radio 1 Xtra, where Mistajams show is on. He has got Cookie Monsta performing a "Daily Dose of Dubstep" mix. And it is delicious. Everything Cookie Monsta does, it is superb. Without a doubt. He is a legend in my eyes. He has been in Heerlen, my town (where I was born), but I couldn't be there. I wish I was there. His set was huge. I hate it sometimes that I can't go raving anymore, due to the time. I don't have time anymore. I am getting to old. Those two days I have off, I'm always doing something. And I hate it. No time for myself. Always doing stuff for others. Why not me time? It's always others time. Without thinking. But that's what people expect from me.
Today has been a weird day at work. A long and boring day, I must say. Hasn't been busy at all. And a lot stuff happened which I can't talk about here on this blog, due to privacy reasons. And I am not allowed to talk about stuff that happens at work. Policy, you see? Not the stupid stuff tho, I can tell you all about them. But not the important stuff. You get my drift. I went after work to my mum, to park the car, and walk to the barber, which I had an appointment at 3. Nice and short hair, the long wavyless hair annoyed me. Not me. It won't grow the way I want too. Annoying. So the barber cashed in some money again! He a rich man with my hair on his floor, and me being poor without my hair. Doesn't seem fair? I know.
This blog is a weird one, if I read it back. But I'm not. Going to bed early. I am tired. Weird couple of days. I don't know if I am going to write a blog tomorrow. It depends, if I am in a bloggie mode tomorrow. I hope so, for those who want to read it!
No picture? I must put a picture in this. Let's see.
Mile, I can't believe that cancer won. You were one weird Polish dude (or from someone around that area). Going to Thailand for the girls? WTF! You were weird. But I took you to a dutch rave, and you seem to enjoy yourself (or the booze made you?). Sadly that you left. You are missed matey! Good times (if I think back at them).
Bye Bye
I'm currently listening to BBC Radio 1 Xtra, where Mistajams show is on. He has got Cookie Monsta performing a "Daily Dose of Dubstep" mix. And it is delicious. Everything Cookie Monsta does, it is superb. Without a doubt. He is a legend in my eyes. He has been in Heerlen, my town (where I was born), but I couldn't be there. I wish I was there. His set was huge. I hate it sometimes that I can't go raving anymore, due to the time. I don't have time anymore. I am getting to old. Those two days I have off, I'm always doing something. And I hate it. No time for myself. Always doing stuff for others. Why not me time? It's always others time. Without thinking. But that's what people expect from me.
Today has been a weird day at work. A long and boring day, I must say. Hasn't been busy at all. And a lot stuff happened which I can't talk about here on this blog, due to privacy reasons. And I am not allowed to talk about stuff that happens at work. Policy, you see? Not the stupid stuff tho, I can tell you all about them. But not the important stuff. You get my drift. I went after work to my mum, to park the car, and walk to the barber, which I had an appointment at 3. Nice and short hair, the long wavyless hair annoyed me. Not me. It won't grow the way I want too. Annoying. So the barber cashed in some money again! He a rich man with my hair on his floor, and me being poor without my hair. Doesn't seem fair? I know.
This blog is a weird one, if I read it back. But I'm not. Going to bed early. I am tired. Weird couple of days. I don't know if I am going to write a blog tomorrow. It depends, if I am in a bloggie mode tomorrow. I hope so, for those who want to read it!
No picture? I must put a picture in this. Let's see.
A day without.....
a blog. That was yesterday, I think. Yes it was. This ain't going to be a long blog. I am so tired. Slept unwell and didn't eat yesterday. I hate early shifts, they are horrible. They don't like me either. There ain't anything that happened yesterday which might be interesting. It was a boring day!
The only thing which might be of any interest is that a dutch newspaper had a huge fault in their front paper news yesterday. About the death of someone. It quoted something like this: "they took DNA of Obama's body to see if.... ". Obama? Since when is he dead? Never knew that he is dead! Now that is a shocker! The world thought it was Osama, but it was Obama! Who did the press conference two days ago? Must have been Osama, dressed as Obama!
Life can be so unfair. I always watch Comedy Central when I get home, and recently they keep on showing repeats of old shows, like "Married with Children". I don't mind that, but f**k sake, 5 episodes in a row? Where is the diversity? It must have left earth, like Osama! Television is so boring lately, nothing much exciting happening. BBC then? Nope. Nothing to see there. I don't believe it. And I don't want to watch DVDs. I want to watch new shows. But the BBC won't allow foreigner to use their Iplayer. Racists (lol).
Ow yeah, I promised a blog about my music past. But I can't do it now. Too early for that. And a bit too late. If I would do it right now, I couldn't finish it. Too long. What can I tell now? That I am listening to dirty dubstep. You don't know what dubstep is? Wikipedia it! I am not gonna explain music styles. I can only tell you it's dirty. Cookie Monsta! Nom Nom Nom! He is one of the best! Flux Pavilion too, and Doctor P, and Funtcase. And Ajapai. Why am I saying this? You obviously don't have a clue!
Something else I can talk about! I had a weird lady on my last nightshift. I think it was my last nightshift. She was from Belgium, and must have been drugged up or drunk. Because, to keep a story short, she wanted to kiss me! Well, not me, the safety glass. And she wouldn't leave the shop, unless I kissed the glass. WTF! I don't kiss glass! How weird is that. She stayed there for several minutes, bugging the living sh*t out of me. Why me? Why do I only get those lunatics? I attracked lunatics. Never mind eh? That's my job.
A blog without a picture? Nope, I'll post a nice picture. Let me see. I've got Gigabytes full of pictures. Give me a minute to scroll through the several maps. One sec. I SAID ONE SECOND. Jeez!!!!
Yes, that's me. Sitting on a giant mushroom. I am from the Netherlands! So obvious! No, we don't grow such a large mushroom. It's fake. It was taken in the Efteling (a themepark). Looks cool ja?
Don't know much else to talk about! Bye Bye
The only thing which might be of any interest is that a dutch newspaper had a huge fault in their front paper news yesterday. About the death of someone. It quoted something like this: "they took DNA of Obama's body to see if.... ". Obama? Since when is he dead? Never knew that he is dead! Now that is a shocker! The world thought it was Osama, but it was Obama! Who did the press conference two days ago? Must have been Osama, dressed as Obama!
Life can be so unfair. I always watch Comedy Central when I get home, and recently they keep on showing repeats of old shows, like "Married with Children". I don't mind that, but f**k sake, 5 episodes in a row? Where is the diversity? It must have left earth, like Osama! Television is so boring lately, nothing much exciting happening. BBC then? Nope. Nothing to see there. I don't believe it. And I don't want to watch DVDs. I want to watch new shows. But the BBC won't allow foreigner to use their Iplayer. Racists (lol).
Ow yeah, I promised a blog about my music past. But I can't do it now. Too early for that. And a bit too late. If I would do it right now, I couldn't finish it. Too long. What can I tell now? That I am listening to dirty dubstep. You don't know what dubstep is? Wikipedia it! I am not gonna explain music styles. I can only tell you it's dirty. Cookie Monsta! Nom Nom Nom! He is one of the best! Flux Pavilion too, and Doctor P, and Funtcase. And Ajapai. Why am I saying this? You obviously don't have a clue!
Something else I can talk about! I had a weird lady on my last nightshift. I think it was my last nightshift. She was from Belgium, and must have been drugged up or drunk. Because, to keep a story short, she wanted to kiss me! Well, not me, the safety glass. And she wouldn't leave the shop, unless I kissed the glass. WTF! I don't kiss glass! How weird is that. She stayed there for several minutes, bugging the living sh*t out of me. Why me? Why do I only get those lunatics? I attracked lunatics. Never mind eh? That's my job.
A blog without a picture? Nope, I'll post a nice picture. Let me see. I've got Gigabytes full of pictures. Give me a minute to scroll through the several maps. One sec. I SAID ONE SECOND. Jeez!!!!
maandag 2 mei 2011
Unbelievable!!!!
This day is bonkers. Absolutely bonkers. I'll tell you why in a minute. But what a day!
I nearly bought the wrong washing liquid! You know. For washing up. I bought abrasive instead of normal washing liquid. (Yes I had to look the word up, never used or heared of it before). Thank God for the nice lady behind the till. I asked her, and because I am dumb, I got the wrong one. I am like that. You can ask Hayley for more info. I am stupid, sometimes. Not every time. But most times.
It has been a busy day for me so far. Done alot of things. Things you wouldn't care about. Things you normally don't pay attention too! I did them. The washing is still tumbling around in the machine. When ready, it will go outside to dry, whilst the music "beats" out the stains!! I wish......
OMG! I just took my shoes off, and the smell is horrible! Bleh. Stinky feet. I can't help it. Sorry. Wish you had a smellblog, eh? lol. I walked alot today. I went to Total de Koumen in Hoensbroek, Limburg, The Netherlands. I would use their brand new car wash, which had the re-opening last friday. I thought "why not try it, see if it is an improvement." Which, if you look at the machine, is. But I couldn't use it. It was already broken down due to a malfunction. How funny is that! A brand new machine already kaput! Lol.
So I thought about things I could do. And I remembered that I received a letter which stated that my M.O.T. nearly expires, to be precise on the 17th of may, so I went to the garage next to the Total. It took an hour to get the car back, and it was all okiday! Only one light was broken, an extra 2.50 euro. Not that bad. The M.O.T. itself costs 35 euro. Good ja? I think so. I can race the streets for another year, without the police pulling me over for not M.O.T.-ed my car, if you know what I mean?
I want this dog, btw. So you know what to get me for my birthday! Not this one, obviously. The owner wouldn't like it when you steal him! He is pretty tho. Sh*t, why does my brain typ random stuff all of a sudden? I need to get back to reality.
How dumb am I? I went to my parents to do the mail and plants, and I forgot my cigarettes and lighter. Dumb, innit? Hayley would just think it would be marvellous, a life without them. Cancer sticks, I know. But it's hard to stop, hard to not smoke. I will stop one day. I promise. I don't know when, don't ask me that.
Went to the supermarket after. Interesting stuff? Yes, I am a wild person. I live an extraordinary life. Wow. I can imagine you want to swap with me! You can have my life, without a doubt. But not the misses, she is mine. Oeps, I'm talking like I own her. I don't.
Sorry, had to blow my nose. My snot was dripping on the keyboard...... too much info? I don't care! My feet stink, you already know that! Pus! I'm just saying, without caring! SEE! I am a rebel!
I don't own Hayley, just get to borrow her from mum! Not my mum, you dopey dopehead! From her mum. She....erm.... fabricated her. Not me! That would be weird. I get to borrow her, and her mum won't mind. I wanted to post a nice family photo, but they won't let me. Women never want their pictures online, which I don't understand! I've got picture's of myself online licking my knees. Yes, licking them. I don't care.
How do you spell my name? Yes, like this: R E B E L. That's me. Grrrr! The dutch rebel. But a sweet one! Really, I can be nice too! Ask Hayley, she knows.
Okay okay, one picture. Let's see:
This one is for Hayley. It's me. YES IT'S ME. Sleeping on the couch. I worked hard that day. And no, that ain't my hat. HAT. It's Hayleys. Imagine me walking with that. Hahahahaha. It's embarrassing to walk with my work uniform, so a hat would just make it ten times worst. Hope you like the picture Hays. I don't like it, you know it. But I do it for you. Because I love you!
Bye Bye!!!!!
I nearly bought the wrong washing liquid! You know. For washing up. I bought abrasive instead of normal washing liquid. (Yes I had to look the word up, never used or heared of it before). Thank God for the nice lady behind the till. I asked her, and because I am dumb, I got the wrong one. I am like that. You can ask Hayley for more info. I am stupid, sometimes. Not every time. But most times.
It has been a busy day for me so far. Done alot of things. Things you wouldn't care about. Things you normally don't pay attention too! I did them. The washing is still tumbling around in the machine. When ready, it will go outside to dry, whilst the music "beats" out the stains!! I wish......
OMG! I just took my shoes off, and the smell is horrible! Bleh. Stinky feet. I can't help it. Sorry. Wish you had a smellblog, eh? lol. I walked alot today. I went to Total de Koumen in Hoensbroek, Limburg, The Netherlands. I would use their brand new car wash, which had the re-opening last friday. I thought "why not try it, see if it is an improvement." Which, if you look at the machine, is. But I couldn't use it. It was already broken down due to a malfunction. How funny is that! A brand new machine already kaput! Lol.
So I thought about things I could do. And I remembered that I received a letter which stated that my M.O.T. nearly expires, to be precise on the 17th of may, so I went to the garage next to the Total. It took an hour to get the car back, and it was all okiday! Only one light was broken, an extra 2.50 euro. Not that bad. The M.O.T. itself costs 35 euro. Good ja? I think so. I can race the streets for another year, without the police pulling me over for not M.O.T.-ed my car, if you know what I mean?
How dumb am I? I went to my parents to do the mail and plants, and I forgot my cigarettes and lighter. Dumb, innit? Hayley would just think it would be marvellous, a life without them. Cancer sticks, I know. But it's hard to stop, hard to not smoke. I will stop one day. I promise. I don't know when, don't ask me that.
Went to the supermarket after. Interesting stuff? Yes, I am a wild person. I live an extraordinary life. Wow. I can imagine you want to swap with me! You can have my life, without a doubt. But not the misses, she is mine. Oeps, I'm talking like I own her. I don't.
Sorry, had to blow my nose. My snot was dripping on the keyboard...... too much info? I don't care! My feet stink, you already know that! Pus! I'm just saying, without caring! SEE! I am a rebel!
I don't own Hayley, just get to borrow her from mum! Not my mum, you dopey dopehead! From her mum. She....erm.... fabricated her. Not me! That would be weird. I get to borrow her, and her mum won't mind. I wanted to post a nice family photo, but they won't let me. Women never want their pictures online, which I don't understand! I've got picture's of myself online licking my knees. Yes, licking them. I don't care.
How do you spell my name? Yes, like this: R E B E L. That's me. Grrrr! The dutch rebel. But a sweet one! Really, I can be nice too! Ask Hayley, she knows.
Okay okay, one picture. Let's see:
Well what a day....
to wake up. You need to wake up, definately. But the weirdest day has started today! I've been in bed for 5 hours, and all of a sudden i'd woken up. I don't know why. Maybe it's got something to do with the fact that I always have the radio on when I am asleep. I can't sleep without noise. But maybe deep down I've heared the news, and it woken me up. Weird, innit?
Osama Bin Laden dead. How weird is that? The most wanted person in the world (I imagine) has been killed. Now we need to wait for picture's or video's. Because the world don't want to believe that, without anything confirming it. We need proof. We need a body, like when Saddam Hussein got killed. We need proof. As alot on the internet already posted, there are hundreds of "look-a-likes". We need a body.
And to think of it, how weird is that? We celebrate the death of a person! I can't stop thinking of it. We all dance and cheer when the news got to us. A slight joyish feeling captured us, and took over our way of thinking. He is dead! We are happy! But why? He is also a human being (he was). He caused grieve and terror onto us. He made the world change. He made us into what we are right now, scared of our own shadows. But I can't stop thinking that he was the big leader, and those who actually commited the crime, they are the criminals. They have more power than him. He is just a spokesman, he doesn't commit the crimes himself. He orders other people to do it. These people who actually commit it, they are dangerous. Because they can be changed in the way of thinking. They can kill, with sacrificing their own lives. What am I talking about? I know nothing about terrorism and wars. It's just my opinion.
I know one thing, and that 11 september has changed the world. We aren't safe anymore. But we are reminded every day that we aren't safe. 11 september just pushed us towards a fearfull world, where we think we are safe in the hands of the leaders. Is that a world where I want to live in? Maybe, maybe not! It's weird to say, but I want to be in control of my own safety. But can I handle that? No I can't. Before you know it, a lunatic gets a semi-automatic gun and shoots at schools, universities, or shopping malls. You are never safe. NEVER! Safety is something that has lost it's meaning. It means nothing anymore.
When did this happen? Not on the 11th of september. But years before. I've got taught not to talk to strangers, and only trust myself when I was on my own. Why is that? Because the world isn't a happy place to live in. Every so often a weirdo comes up and makes the world fear itself. We will never has inner peace. The world trembles, because we create it.
Thanks Osama, for destroying the century, destroying our strength. We were weak, and you just made us demoralized. Thank you. Your reign of terror ended today. Someone else will take over, I'm sure about that. But you created the world as we know it. At airports we need to go through scanners, take our shoes off etc. Everybody who looks like a muslim at airports get double checked. Our hate towards other people grows every day. And you've made sure that it stays like that.
President Obama's speech was brilliant, with a few flaws. (I hope I spelled that correctly, stupid word). I can imagine him sitting in the White House, and when he got the news, he immediately started to write a speech. Or maybe he had already written one. I don't know. I am not Obama. But he must have felt a certain amount of adrenaline going through his body, because he gets to say those magical words. Like that man who said "we got him" when Hussein got killed.
Still, a question to be unanswered. Why celebrate death? Still a weird thought. Or is it just me? I don't know. I hope no one gets offended by my blog, I mean it well. I think I need to let the news sink into me, get it into my system. And live on. Because I don't enjoy it when someone dies. I am not God, I do not get to choose who lives and who dies. But hey, that's what happens in a war. Wars will be brutal. There will not be a hippy war were we fight each other with flowers and washing detergent. Wars destroy. They don't bring joy and happiness forever, just for moments being. That's sad.
I hope the world isn't on the verge of a world war. We already had several wars, and to my opinion we already had 3. The third was the cold war. The whole world participated in this. Please, God, if you are listening. Don't let us embrace another war. We are weak minded. Please save us for such a thing. We can not survive another war. Please. Do not let mankind kill itself. Please. I beg you.
Ps. Sorry for this deep and weird blog. My brains are in hyper mode right now, and I need to typ it out! Thanks for reading it tho, thanks for your time. And again, if you get offended by it, I am sorry.
I want to end with a quote, a song lyric. I think it suits this blog.
"In a world of confusion
People never say what they mean
And nothingness prevails
So how many times you have to fall down
To feed your desire
To be your existence
You can create your own decision
Your soul won't leave you
Just rejuvenate
Rehumanize
Fractured minds !"
The Vinyl Junk vs Kokka - Fractured Minds
Osama Bin Laden dead. How weird is that? The most wanted person in the world (I imagine) has been killed. Now we need to wait for picture's or video's. Because the world don't want to believe that, without anything confirming it. We need proof. We need a body, like when Saddam Hussein got killed. We need proof. As alot on the internet already posted, there are hundreds of "look-a-likes". We need a body.
And to think of it, how weird is that? We celebrate the death of a person! I can't stop thinking of it. We all dance and cheer when the news got to us. A slight joyish feeling captured us, and took over our way of thinking. He is dead! We are happy! But why? He is also a human being (he was). He caused grieve and terror onto us. He made the world change. He made us into what we are right now, scared of our own shadows. But I can't stop thinking that he was the big leader, and those who actually commited the crime, they are the criminals. They have more power than him. He is just a spokesman, he doesn't commit the crimes himself. He orders other people to do it. These people who actually commit it, they are dangerous. Because they can be changed in the way of thinking. They can kill, with sacrificing their own lives. What am I talking about? I know nothing about terrorism and wars. It's just my opinion.
I know one thing, and that 11 september has changed the world. We aren't safe anymore. But we are reminded every day that we aren't safe. 11 september just pushed us towards a fearfull world, where we think we are safe in the hands of the leaders. Is that a world where I want to live in? Maybe, maybe not! It's weird to say, but I want to be in control of my own safety. But can I handle that? No I can't. Before you know it, a lunatic gets a semi-automatic gun and shoots at schools, universities, or shopping malls. You are never safe. NEVER! Safety is something that has lost it's meaning. It means nothing anymore.
When did this happen? Not on the 11th of september. But years before. I've got taught not to talk to strangers, and only trust myself when I was on my own. Why is that? Because the world isn't a happy place to live in. Every so often a weirdo comes up and makes the world fear itself. We will never has inner peace. The world trembles, because we create it.
President Obama's speech was brilliant, with a few flaws. (I hope I spelled that correctly, stupid word). I can imagine him sitting in the White House, and when he got the news, he immediately started to write a speech. Or maybe he had already written one. I don't know. I am not Obama. But he must have felt a certain amount of adrenaline going through his body, because he gets to say those magical words. Like that man who said "we got him" when Hussein got killed.
Still, a question to be unanswered. Why celebrate death? Still a weird thought. Or is it just me? I don't know. I hope no one gets offended by my blog, I mean it well. I think I need to let the news sink into me, get it into my system. And live on. Because I don't enjoy it when someone dies. I am not God, I do not get to choose who lives and who dies. But hey, that's what happens in a war. Wars will be brutal. There will not be a hippy war were we fight each other with flowers and washing detergent. Wars destroy. They don't bring joy and happiness forever, just for moments being. That's sad.
I hope the world isn't on the verge of a world war. We already had several wars, and to my opinion we already had 3. The third was the cold war. The whole world participated in this. Please, God, if you are listening. Don't let us embrace another war. We are weak minded. Please save us for such a thing. We can not survive another war. Please. Do not let mankind kill itself. Please. I beg you.
Ps. Sorry for this deep and weird blog. My brains are in hyper mode right now, and I need to typ it out! Thanks for reading it tho, thanks for your time. And again, if you get offended by it, I am sorry.
I want to end with a quote, a song lyric. I think it suits this blog.
"In a world of confusion
People never say what they mean
And nothingness prevails
So how many times you have to fall down
To feed your desire
To be your existence
You can create your own decision
Your soul won't leave you
Just rejuvenate
Rehumanize
Fractured minds !"
The Vinyl Junk vs Kokka - Fractured Minds
zondag 1 mei 2011
Goodmorning to you.....
Yes, I've just woken up. And I am ashamed! I forgot to set the alarm. Why didn't I? I don't know. I'm getting old. Could I apply for money, seeing as I am close to become an OAP? Imagine that. I wish. I still need to work 40 years. 40 whole years. Too long. Wish I could change that, but I can't. I'm not a millionaire.
Let's see, what shall I talk about today? Don't know much. I could talk about the wedding, but I don't. Enough is enough. Maybe about the weather? Nah, that's just pathetic. The weather is good tho. Better. But going the wrong way. I want rain! I want the cold. I love the cold temperatures! I love it. Not the snow, but the rain. The typ of weather where most people get annoyed and down.
Ain't this a pretty sight? Yes it is. Don't lie! I know you like it too! I wish.... It's simply too dry. There has been several severe fire's in the Netherlands today. Parts of Limburg already have got Code Red, which means that you are not allowed to smoke in parks, or have barbeque's. It's all too dry.
It is too dry. My mum and dad asked me to look after the plants in the garden for them, seeing as they are on a holiday. And I did. I gave them water. But now they are going to plant heaven. I'm sorry. Feel for them. I haven't told my mum and dad yet, I couldn't. Such a heartbreaking news, I can't tell them!
Me? I can't have flowers or plants in my flat. They all die! Even fake plants. Can you believe that? Well, I know it's the truth. I kill the unkillable, lol.
What am I doing now? Nothing, except typing a blog, you dopey dipstick. And listening to music, ofcourse. Got some raw techno on, DJ Amok @ Mayday Poland 2007. If Hayley could only hear it, she would go mental lol. She would ask, just like my dad, when the music starts. This is music, hun. For me. And alot of other people, but strangely enough, amongst my friends none of them like it. How weird. They all like theatre sh*t. I absolutely hate it! Sitting down while listening to it, I can't. I want to go bezerk on music, dance all the time, raise my hands in the air. I think I'll typ a blog about my music history next week or so, can't be arsed to do it now. I am lazy! And it's gonna be a long blog. I'll let you know when it happens..... when I wrote it.
Yes, the techno has left. Technically it wasn't techno, it was schranz. Now I am playing techno. Mauro Picotto. A living legend. Enough about music. I know you are getting bored. YOU DON'T NEED TO YAWN TO PROVE MY POINT! I see you! Ow, that's just unfair to do! I can still see you!
I once said to a colleague that I can switch a webcam on, even tho the computer might be off. It scared the living shit out of him! That is so funny. He thought that I could watch him whenever! Not that I wanted to. It was a joke. He even called the webcam manufacturer, to ask if that was possible and how it could be changed! I am evil, pure evil.
Erm. I am gonna finish with a nice picture. A picture of my first car. The car which I now think about. The car I shouldn't have gotten rid of. A perfect car. A beauty. Just like Hayley. Beauty in it's purest form. I miss her. Hayley too! lol. Hope you like the picture, and if you don't ...... well. I don't care. I am lazy, like a lazyboy (the chair, not a homo).
Bye Bye!!!!!
Let's see, what shall I talk about today? Don't know much. I could talk about the wedding, but I don't. Enough is enough. Maybe about the weather? Nah, that's just pathetic. The weather is good tho. Better. But going the wrong way. I want rain! I want the cold. I love the cold temperatures! I love it. Not the snow, but the rain. The typ of weather where most people get annoyed and down.
It is too dry. My mum and dad asked me to look after the plants in the garden for them, seeing as they are on a holiday. And I did. I gave them water. But now they are going to plant heaven. I'm sorry. Feel for them. I haven't told my mum and dad yet, I couldn't. Such a heartbreaking news, I can't tell them!
Me? I can't have flowers or plants in my flat. They all die! Even fake plants. Can you believe that? Well, I know it's the truth. I kill the unkillable, lol.
What am I doing now? Nothing, except typing a blog, you dopey dipstick. And listening to music, ofcourse. Got some raw techno on, DJ Amok @ Mayday Poland 2007. If Hayley could only hear it, she would go mental lol. She would ask, just like my dad, when the music starts. This is music, hun. For me. And alot of other people, but strangely enough, amongst my friends none of them like it. How weird. They all like theatre sh*t. I absolutely hate it! Sitting down while listening to it, I can't. I want to go bezerk on music, dance all the time, raise my hands in the air. I think I'll typ a blog about my music history next week or so, can't be arsed to do it now. I am lazy! And it's gonna be a long blog. I'll let you know when it happens..... when I wrote it.
Yes, the techno has left. Technically it wasn't techno, it was schranz. Now I am playing techno. Mauro Picotto. A living legend. Enough about music. I know you are getting bored. YOU DON'T NEED TO YAWN TO PROVE MY POINT! I see you! Ow, that's just unfair to do! I can still see you!
I once said to a colleague that I can switch a webcam on, even tho the computer might be off. It scared the living shit out of him! That is so funny. He thought that I could watch him whenever! Not that I wanted to. It was a joke. He even called the webcam manufacturer, to ask if that was possible and how it could be changed! I am evil, pure evil.
Erm. I am gonna finish with a nice picture. A picture of my first car. The car which I now think about. The car I shouldn't have gotten rid of. A perfect car. A beauty. Just like Hayley. Beauty in it's purest form. I miss her. Hayley too! lol. Hope you like the picture, and if you don't ...... well. I don't care. I am lazy, like a lazyboy (the chair, not a homo).
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