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!