The wild adventures of seeräuber Jenny

Ten things I miss about Nick

2007-09-07T16:50:00.000+02:00

1. His presence
2. Doing fun stuff together (including kissing, hugging, sex)
3. His interesting and funny stories
4. His smell
5. Waking up next to him in the morning
6. His beautiful smile
7. His puppy eyes
8. Him Speaking Dutch
9. Him Speaking Dutch and saying things like: ‘ik vind dit vlees leuk!’, ‘we moeten nu een hoekje maken’ en ‘groentje’ instead of groente.
10. Hell, I even miss his stories I heard a million times before.

A day at the beach

2007-08-05T22:45:00.000+02:00

21 euros

2007-03-28T22:27:00.000+02:00

Just did my taxes. W00t w00t! And it turned out, I will get back the amount of...... 21 euros!!!!!
Woweeee. Now what should I do with those 21 euros (almost same as in dollars)?

2007-03-24T22:48:00.000+01:00

0

2007-03-22T21:32:00.000+01:00

HowManyOfMe.com

There are:
0
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

Consumer whore

2007-01-18T20:45:00.000+01:00

Run out of ideas?

2007-01-15T14:48:00.000+01:00

On Popbitch I found the following link. Every book Art Garfunkel has ever read! In chronological order.

My film top 10 of 2006, late I know

2007-01-09T11:26:00.001+01:00

1. Volver
2. Cache
3. Three Times
4. Tideland
5. Perfume
6. Frozen Land
7. Me and you and everyone we know
8. Borat
9. Jackass, number two
10. Marie Antoinette

Bucket

2007-01-08T19:54:00.000+01:00

Dutch blog.

2007-01-04T13:43:00.000+01:00

I started a new blog in Dutch. Check it over here http://zeerovermvr.blogspot.com or you can click on 'vier my profile' on the right of this page. At the bottom you see a link to my new blog.

It doesn't mean I am not going to post here anymore. I just keep on writing as much as I do now over here.

Bummer

2007-01-03T12:55:00.000+01:00

I know you all crossed your fingers for me, but unfortunately it didn't work out. I didn't get the place I wanted.

Tegeltjeswijsheden

2007-01-02T15:17:00.000+01:00

Voor Support Magazine, een lifestyleblad voor mensen met een lichamelijke handicap, hebben mijn collega en ik een nieuwe rubriek bedacht. Speciaal gericht aan onze lezers. Onderdeel hiervan is 'tegeltjeswijsheid', lezers kunnen hun favoriete spreuk, gezegde, gedicht, uitspraak, songtekst, citaat, etc kwijt. Iets dat ze kracht geeft of bijzonder heeft geraakt of wat ze graag willen delen met anderen. Om een beginnetje te maken zet de redactie hun favoriete uitspraken neer. Waarschijnlijk denken jullie 'kots, hoe origineel kun je zijn. Wat truttig. Dit is Readers Digest- of Libellemateriaal' Wel mijn antwoord hierop is simpel: "Fuck you!!!!!! Ik vind dit leuk!!" Ok en nu mijn inzet.

"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen – Anthem

Af en toe heb ik de neiging veel te streng en veeleisend voor mezelf te zijn. Ik krijg daarbij het idee dat mijn omgeving het beter doet dan ik. Op zo'n moment moet ik even relativeren. Deze tekst uit een liedje van Leonard Cohen vat het mooi samen: Je moet roeien met de riemen die je hebt, niet nadenken over dingen die je niet kunt, realiseren dat iedereen zijn gebreken heeft en imperfecties ook voor mooie dingen kunnen zorgen."

Fingers crossed

2006-12-29T09:30:00.000+01:00

People you need to cross your fingers for me again, because I am number six in the list of a very nice house in a quiet area in the centre of Rotterdam. Normally when you enroll you get at the end of the list, the longer you wait, the higher your place. I enroled less than a half year ago, so I didn't have any chance. Th good thing is that there are 'lottery' houses. You can also choose those ones, the chance is still very small you get picked, but higher than just standing on the list. Well I got lucky! I received a letter to have a look. There are just five people before me. If they die I will get the place! But let's hope of course that I get the place in a more natural way..

Christmas photos

2006-12-28T21:07:00.000+01:00

Christmas day was ace. My darling family came over and we had a superb three course dinner.

Parents..

2006-12-22T09:45:00.000+01:00

My brother is in a band. They are called 'take my chemical valentine back to the disco' or something. They are kind of mocking emo bands. When the band pictures were made the band had to look emo. My brother had a hat on, a scarf and eye liner. When my parents saw the band photo's (I will not post them, because I know my brother would not like that) this was their response:

Mum: That eyeliner looks great on him. He should have that look more often.
Dad: Yes he really looks more handsome with the eyeliner. What a great look.
Mum: Yes, the hat and scarf are very nice

Where was the time you could shock your parents? This isn't fun.

Christmas Cards

2006-12-21T21:16:00.000+01:00

I still should sent some christmascards this year, but I am afraid I
dont have time. I found this brilliant website with great cards I copied and sent the picture above to a friend of my mum. I also know her very well, we used to be collegues at the elderly
house.

Spatiepolitiek

2006-12-15T14:07:00.000+01:00

Nederlands blijft een onmogelijke taal. Vroeger was ik hopeloos in deze taal. Ik had het echt moeten leren, ik kon niet op mijn gevoel afgaan. Gelukkig las en schreef ik veel, volgde bijles en had een moeder die mij contstant corrigeerde. Nu ben ik een taalgenie, maar waar ik toch altijd tegen aan stoot (aanstoot?), zoals half Nederland, zijn al die spaties. Wanneer gebruik je ze wel en wanneer niet? Zelfs mijn docenten op de School voor Journalistiek wisten het niet. Bij twijfel deed ik maar alles aan elkaar. Nu heb ik dus deze handige site gevonden via mijn collega. Klik hier.

Dogs in the office

2006-12-14T11:36:00.002+01:00

My collegue has no arms and little mishaped legs. She in a wheelchair and has two dogs who help her. I am amazed what those genius dogs can do, but then again they stay animals. When I just worked there I saw the one dog humping the other. It was so funny, but I didn’t dare to say anything about it. This morning it happened again. The whole office laughed. You should have seen it. Monique was embarrased “Stop doing that Milo, stop!! I am sorry, he is just being weird today.” Haha dogs..

Thomas you are too late, you can't marry me anymore

2006-12-11T09:41:00.000+01:00

And by the way, your answer was wrong.

Darkness

2006-12-10T12:00:00.000+01:00

I am in bed now, listening to Mùm and feeling naucious. The problem is that I am feeling lighly naucious for a long time now. And no I am not pregnant, I know that for sure. I wonder what causes this. Do I eat wrong, am I too tensed, maybe I have a virus I don't know. I hope it gets away one day.

Yesterday, I watched the concert of the band Sophia. It was very beautiful, I had to make sure I didn't start crying. I interviewed the singer of the band for Cut-Up. What an amazing person he was. Very open and honest, I like that. My English wasn't that good, I didnt talk it for a long time. He was understanding. We had a nice conversation. He mentioned something about having a dark side. He asked me if I didn't have a dark side. I said I like to read the mourn adverts in the news paper.

I started thinking about my dark side. I think I don't have one. My mother once brought me to the doctor, because I was too sad and saw things too heavy for a three year old. My doctor was quite an idiot, she said that it's going to be ok. If she would have helped me, it would have saved a lot of therapy later in my life. When I was in the mental institution I had a friend with whom I only make the most awful sinister jokes about death, suicide, hating life, etc. We had a lot of fun. After a while we ended it, both got better and had a brighter look on life. Which was certainly a good thing.

I like the paintings of Francis Bacon. And the mourning ads of course. That's about it. I am a shallow girl who is attracted to the light. I have never been happier.

Emanuelle

2006-12-06T22:01:00.000+01:00

What is it about French women that makes them so ridiculously beautiful? Catherine Deneuve, Brigitte Bardot, Francoise Hardy, Audrey Tautou, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Jeanne Moreau, Julie Delphy, Isabelle Huppert, Juliette Binoche, etc. etc. Now you see commericials everywhere of Emanuelle Beart in underwear for H&M. She looks so stunning, it almost makes me a lesbian. It even makes me buy that ugly underwear of H&M!!

hitlist

2006-12-06T19:31:00.000+01:00

My Dutch celebrity hitlist.
Why? Because I can't stand them..
I prefer reading a good book, but when you are watching tv you can't avoid them unfortunately.
It's a coincedent they are all blonde.
Allthough I don't have any blonde friends, the one blonde girl I do know I have a fight with..

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If you win me .. part II

2006-12-05T16:08:00.000+01:00

Hmmm my contest isn't succesful at all. I got zero mail. Probably because the question is too difficult. Well, I didn't want to get married anyway! And the dress I will wear at another occasion like tomorrow to work.

If you win me, I am forever

2006-12-04T23:01:00.000+01:00

I know what you all be thinking right now. Isn't this Liesbeths wedding gown? Yes, it is. But my version is so different that it's ok. I am going to get married soon and will wear that dress. There is only one problem.. I don't have a groom. So if you can solve this, you can marry me. I will wear this gown, we marry in a castle in Italy and we live happy for ever and ever. All you need to do is answer this question:

3x3 =

Send the answer to keezhond@gmail.com

+/-

2006-12-04T14:10:00.000+01:00

Thinking about moving in with my parents, how its going to be...

Negative

-Hi, I am Marlies, 25 and living with my parents
-My dad freaks out when I: leave my clothes in the bathroom, when I don’t put towels the right way on the hangers, walk too loud on the stairs, walk too loud on the floor, talk when he is watching tv. In other words: uptight conrol freak with issues.
- My brother is in two bands playing electric guitar, he needs to practice a lot for his upcoming gigs. My room is next to his.
- I can’t tell anything negative about my mom, except she is a chainsmoker. I hate smoke. It’s bad.
- Every time I leave the house, I need to tell where I am going.. : ( I mean I am not obliged to, but it’s custom.
- I love coming back home and it’s MY PLACE and quiet and empty. I can do whatever I want!!
- I be out of Rotterdam. I love that city .
- I don’t have any friends in Den Haag. Then again maybe it’s nice to see Alain, Emile, Marieke, Floris or Shelley again.
- We have this superhugeflatscreentv with some sort of soundsurroundsystem. I don’t get it, all these remotecontrols arghhhh it freaks me out
- The ugly big orange couch. I have to face it again...

Plus

- I will be with my family. Family is very very important to me. I realised that last year when my brother nearly died.
- Talking about my brother. I get to spend more time with him. He is the only person in the world that can always cheer me up.
- I will be in a save place. No fears of getting kicked out.
- I will be living close to the city centre, shopping street, train station, woods and beach. Good location, shame it’s still Den Haag
- I will be living closer to work
- I don’t have to pay rent
- My father cooks every evening and he is a cook. And not just some cook.
- My parents are kind of spoiled, they order all their groceries. No shopping for groceries anymore for me!!
- I will have internetaccess again and don’t need to pay for it.

These are the best things about the internet!

2006-12-01T19:51:00.000+01:00

Finally my package arrived in Vienna! It survived! It all started by this post. My dear 'blog' friend Erwin sent me over some delicious cookies. In return I sent some 'Sinterklaas candy'.

Englishman in Brooklyn

2006-12-01T09:16:00.000+01:00

My friend Ben from London made a great blog about his two month stay in the US. Read it over here. I am so jealous. I would have liked a Jack Kerouac kinda of experience myself.

Hi

2006-11-30T19:59:00.000+01:00

I like my job more now.

Your usual average kind of rage

2006-11-27T15:29:00.000+01:00

Today I hate my job. The good news is that I have a (temporary) job as an editor. The bad news is that I don't like it. I write about beauty. I don't like writing about beauty. For example. Me personally, I have a dry skin with red dry stains when I eat too much fat food or chocolat I get zids. AND I DONT GIVE A SHIT!!!! I don't like writing about skinproducts. I don't fuckin care. Maybe I will make my own magazine for and about ugly people.

Second thing I am mad about is that a magazine I freelance for suddenly quits without telling me or other freelancers. I have heard it through the media. I sent an email to my editor asking why she didn't let us know about it. You know what she did? She send me a press release about the ending of the magazine. WTF. She could have sent a decent mail "Sorry Marlies you had to hear it this way, thanks for your contribution,etc." No that was too much for her. Idiot!!

get me away from here

2006-11-27T09:58:00.000+01:00

Just heard from a friend of mine that she is moving to Paris. I am jealous. I also want to make a new start somewhere new. Seriously, it's no escaping plan or something. Paris would be nice, I could work at the Shakespeare and Co bookstore that would be so much fun! Or Sweden, I downloaded a language course, but didn't pay much attention to it yet. There is chance I might go to Scotland with new years. Aberdeen or Edinburgh, not sure whihc one.
- edit - No Scotland for me. Turns out that my brother and friend already have tickets for some party over there which is sold out.

Kids

2006-11-26T22:37:00.000+01:00

I thought while I was still living in Rotterdam, it would be nice to pay a visit to my aunt who lives only two blocks away. When I called her if I could come, she was very excited, but warned me her grandchildren were staying at her place. No problem, I said. If only I had known.

My aunt is awesome by the way. She is an older sister of my father. My family is huuuuuuge. I have four aunts and four uncles (excluding partners). My grandmother spent most of her life being knocked up. I have about twelve cousins and they have fifteen children. Can you still follow it? I can't..Anyway the aunt I visited today is my favorite aunt of my fathers family. Because she is crazy, I don't know many women with a good sense of humor, she definitely has one.

It was nice to visit her, she made me laugh a lot. She just got a nervous breakdown of her grandchildren. She has five of those monsters from one daughter. My poor cousin...Allthough it's her own choice you know. My aunt, her mother, often takes care of them. The day I visited she was only looking after the youngest three. Ian who is six and the three years old twins Robin and Demmy. On first sight they are a bunch of cuties, but when you discover their hyperactiveness, it's over. With Sinterklaas coming they are double hyperactive.

As I said my aunt was going beserk, so I offered to take care of them. I am not experienced with children at all (please do not take this the wrong way). I thought I would be terrible, but I wasn't. The twins were following me around, screaming with their high voices if I want to play with them, if I could read stories them, if I want to help them building a tower with blocks, etc. My aunt left them with me. Kind of funny situation.

Aunt to me: I forgot to mention. They are not potty-trained.
Aunt to twins: Don't pee in your pants. If you do so, Marlies will be very very sad.
Aunt to me: I hope it won't be a problem to take them to the bathroom and help them.
Me: Don't worry. I worked at an elderly home. I helped old people in the bathroom. If I can do that, I can manage a three year old.

My aunt laughed. Thank God the twins didn't need to go peeing. The problem with three year olds is, is that they have the attentionspan of a three year olds. Every second they want to do something else. At the end I was exhausted. Plus I couldn't keep them apart. 'Robin, why don't you play with Demmy.', 'I am Demmy!!' I don't get why they have the same clothes on. So confusing. Then there is Ian, boy can he make a lot of noise. I wasn't allowed to play with his Lego, according to him I didn't understand anything of it. He also told me he was going to be a construction worker when he grows up, so he could build buildings that are higher than trees. How cute is that. I was happy when my aunt returned though. I only looked after them for half an hour, but when I got home I slept for two hours. I was exhausted. Normally when I see small children, my ovaries rise to my brain. I am completely cured now. I am going to be a happy spinster for the rest of my life.

Cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies!!

2006-11-26T20:33:00.000+01:00

Cookies with chocolat, cookies with yellow, cookies with cocos, cookies with love. I got them all! From my dear friend from Vienna. Danke sehr!!

Last minute

2006-11-22T15:55:00.000+01:00

Ben jij zwevend en achterlijk? Doe dan de stomwijzer.

Dalits

2006-11-18T19:17:00.000+01:00

Today I met some inspirational women. True heroines. Strong women who live in a society full of injustice. Women who have been beaten up, raped, molested and other cruelties. I am talking about the Dalits.

In India there are 160 milion of them, 1/6 of the population. They are outcasts, casteless, however you call it. It means they have no rights at all. Dalit women can't do a thing. They are excluded from almost everthing in society. For example when a woman steps foot into a police station, she will be beaten up with sticks or may even be raped. When I heard those stories I was absolutely shocked. I talked to an advocate who comes up for these women. Her name was Lucy, she was in her fifties and is proud te be a spinster. She told me about a case of a Dalit woman being raped by ten men. Thanks to Lucy all men got locked up in prison.

Castesdiscrimination is forbidden in India, but there is still an unwritten law going on. Every hour two Dalits get attacked, every day three Dalit get raped, two Dalits get killed and two Dalit houses will be burned down. Not much is done about it.(Source by: National Campaign on Dalit Human Rights)

Today I met a lot of Dalit women because there is a congress in The Hague about the subject. It's only about women, because they are the biggest victims. Not only they are abused by people of castes, but also by their own men. The men, who are also discriminated, feel powerless that's why they all take it out on their wifes.

Horrible, but the women I met today weren't pathetic at all. All of them were sweethearts and had very strong. Some of them were a bit scared when they got out of the plane. Not strange at all. They come from the country and it was the first time outside of their country, maybe their village. They were brave enough to fly to another country and tell their story. The other half of the group were human right activists and advocates. It was my job to accompany them to their hotels. It truly was an amazing experience. I learned a lot.

More information about this subject you can find over here.

Late bloomer

2006-11-14T22:20:00.000+01:00

Well I calmed down a little. I guess there are two reasons why I have this blog: to release myself and to wonder about life. In writing it always goes better, the introverted person I am.

Been thinking about losing my house. Maybe it's better to get back to my parents. In this case it's better to take a step backwards, to make one forward. The last half year I had lousy jobs so I could pay the rent. I don't care about money. In the sense that if you give me a hundred euro's right now to spend it on something, I have no clue what to buy. Hold on, I saw a nice pair of green high heeled shoes the other day. Erhm guess I do like the money. Well after I bought the shoes, I have no clue. Seriously I really really hate having financial problems, worrying of paying the rent end of the month, being hungry cause I don't have enough food, etc. Maybe I sound like a spoiled little princess who has no clue what poverty or real hunger is like. Things could be better.

That's why I will be going back to Den Haag to get a REAL job and later a REAL house. Maybe it's part of living in your twenties: insecurity, living on the edge (haha I sound just like a drugdealer from the Bronx), but with my background I can't deal with it well.

Mum and dad don't me coming back. That's a good thing. You know normally you are about 22 or something when you are worrying about this, but I am 25 'starting' my life. I was 24 when moving out, can you imagine!? It had to do with the fact I had a nervous breakdown when I was 22 when my parents and brother were on holiday and I was all alone. I freaked out. Didn't eat for two weeks, didn't dress myself properly and didn't leave the house. I was ill, got better but still for a while I was afraid to move out, afraid the same thing to happen again. Fortunately it didn't. Things only got better. That is a big relief.

I am late with everything. A late bloomer. I got interested in boys, first lost virginity and started drinking alcohol when I was 18/19/20. Unconsiously I refuse to grow up, I realised a while ago. I watched an interview with the French excentric writer Amélie Nothomb. One of the themes of her books was about staying young. She said she felt like that herself and a lot of people with her. I always postponed everything that had to do with being grown up. It's funny because I heard many times that I am so much wiser for my age. Even my psychologist thought I was 32!! Crazy!

When I come to think about it, I am in resistance against a society where everything has to go fast.

But if anyone knows about a cool place in Rotterdam, let me know..

I am going to have a job interview tomorrow as an editor, wish me luck!

I know I am going to vote for! SP, socialistic party.W00t w00t!

I am listening to Dazzleships from OMD now, love it!!

Ok, I'll cut this rambling now. See you folks!

Bad luck II

2006-11-14T20:16:00.000+01:00

Just when I start to think things are getting better, I get a telephone call I need to get out of my house. :(

The worst thing is that my parents are going to freak out, because they are getting crazy of moving my stuff everytime.

Why am I such an idiot that can't find a decent place to stay? I hate myself.

Great book!

2006-11-13T21:26:00.000+01:00

Usually I avoid bestsellers, but this book "The Shadow of the Wind" by Carlos Ruiz Zafón, I had to read. Just the idea: "A hidden in the heart of the old city of Barcelona is the 'cemetery of lost books', a labyrinthine library of obscure and forgotten titles that have long gone out of print. To this library, a man brings his 10-year-old son Daniel one cold morning in 1945. Daniel is allowed to adopt one book and pulls out 'La Sombra del Viento' by Julian Carax."

And that is just the start! The book is amazing, moving and adventurous. I can't put it down.

Nostalgic computer memories

2006-11-09T23:55:00.000+01:00

These are more pics I found on my computer. Most are about five years old.

I found this pic a long time ago on the interweb, I thought it was yet gross yet hilarious!

This is my friend Nick from the USA. We used to be penpals. He is in the army, right now serving in Iraq, I hope he is doing well.

This is my friend Liesbeth. She looks way different now.

This is one of my favorite pictures ever. Taken in Den Haag.

This is who? Is this me?? I don't look like me!

Good times

2006-11-09T23:19:00.000+01:00

I am on my old computer now and found some nice pictures.

I love my dad (but also my mum, boyfriend and brother, ok and maybe some other familymembers and friends as well but thats not the point now, it's mor

2006-11-09T22:21:00.000+01:00

Feeling better now. Thanks to my sweetheart boyfriend and my wonderful mother. They are awesome! But what really topped it all was my dad. I mentioned this before on my blog: My dad is from another planet. My mother and I were talking about India for some reason. Till my dad said: "Mister Miyagi!"
My mum and I:"Huh?"
Dad: "Mister Miyagi, he is from India."
Me: "No, he is from Japan."
Dad: "Oh yes you are right."

It was one of these situations where you just had to be there, but it was so funny! I couldn't stop laughing.

It's a shame all your fathers are from planet earth.

Boo Fuckin Hoo

2006-11-09T13:42:00.000+01:00

Bad luck. That is just what I am suffering from. Ok, things could have been worse. I could live in India, picking up garbage in garbage fields for a living, I could be a Thai prostitute forced to work, I could live in a refugee camp in Darfur. I know I should be lucky being a high educated girl in Holland. But damn! Please. Seriously, can't some kind of higher power give me some luck, for * sake?!

Why this bitchin? I didn't get the job at the architect agency I wanted to have. It's such a bummer. Now I have seen that nice job, I don't want to apply for any lame jobs anymore. I need money though. It's a choice, being poor or having some money by doing stupid work. Because all the nice jobs I can't get!! Yes, I see everything in black and white now. "See colours", I hear my psychologist say. Hmmm..

I am not a quitter, but I see a depression coming closer. It's tough to keep my head above water. My psychologist says I should be proud of myself, because I am such a fighter and I don't chose the easy way. Everytime I hear I am doing so well. I agree, I am doing well. It's just that mood goes worse and worse. I got a higher dose of medicine from my psychiatrist. I was hestitating if it was smart, but now I am glad I did. I just hope it's going to work soon for me. And that some things just work for me. You know.

My boyfriend says that whenever I send a cover letter I shouldn't expect anything. Just think you get a rejection, then it's not that bad. Another friend of mine said that after about your 40th rejection, you start caring less. I have past that amount a long time ago. Easier said than done. For some jobs you have this silent hope it's going to work out. When you get rejected, it's such a disappointment.

2006-11-08T16:00:00.000+01:00

It's been a week since I have written, that's because I can't get on the internet in my new place. I tried mooching on someone elses internet, but it said: "Fuck off, you can't get no free internet". What hostility!

Nothing much happened, so you didn't miss anything. On monday I took a nap. I dreamed I was in a bus that was taken hostage. Me and the other passengers will set fire to at the end of the ride. I was very afraid, because being buried alive didn't seem like a pleasant end. The buss stopped, I walked out of the buss very carefully. Then I ran away into a mall. The mall was a labyrinth where I couldn't get out. Suddenly I got awake by the ringing phone. I had a nightmare.

Kids are just silly

2006-11-01T10:26:00.000+01:00

Yesterday I was shopping at the Wibra, a Dutch high class store only the elite goes to. I was kind of hungry so I bought a bag of kruidnoten.

It has been a long time ago since I have tasted the taste(?) of these things. You only eat them during the period around Sinterklaas, a Dutch holiday for children, you could compare to Christmas with Santa Clause. Sinterklaas also has a lot of helpers. They are not elfs, but ehm ... ok they are black because of the chimney!? Anyway the helpers throw candy like for example kruidnoten.

When I was little Sinterklaas paid a visit to our classroom every year, his helpers where throwing candy around. My classmates and I dove at it like maniacs. We grabbed the candy from the filthy floor and put it immediately in our mouths like greedy animals who haven't eaten for weeks. Sometimes we fought about it. I started laughing thinking about that. When I got back home, I shared some with my brother. I told him the story and he started laughing out loud, he used to do the exact same thing. "What were we thinking?", he said

Change of future plans nr.348279324

2006-10-30T10:38:00.000+01:00

Hi People.

I come to tell you about my life. I am one of those typical twentysomethingers who has no clue what to do with life. (Eventhough I am not that typical, cause I can make stuff move with my eyes, but lets leave that aside.)

For the millionst time I changed my mind:

I can get a job as a bitch receptionist at the department of defence. You know like the pentagon in the US, except in Holland it's a little smaller. I have no problem working for defence. It's good Dutch militairy is in Uruzgan now, protecting the people and shooting those motherfucking talibans. The war in Iraq I have a problem with, it's started for wrong reasons and now the country is a huge mess. For the rest I think peacekeeping and maintaing is a good thing! Anyway I don't think I will take that job. It's fulltime and not in Rotterdam.

Tomorrow I have a job interview, still as a bitch receptionist, but at an architect agency. I looked at their website and was amazed to see their buildings. Simply genius! Especially their designs of huge beautiful buildings in Korea and China. I hope I will get that job.

But what about my carreer in journalism? Well, I will keep on writing cover letters. I won't give up. In the meantime I try to freelance a little. Since a short while I write for a very very cool website called Cut-Up. A site about 'underground'culture. I love doing that. You can find a couple of reviews, but it's in Dutch. Some articles on the site are in English though.

More about my plans. I want to go back to school. I am thinking of getting my masters in art history or communications. I am not sure which one. I have to figure it out. I think it would be a smart choice to go back studying. I am still young and I always want to develop myself. If that's not enough, I want to go to Sweden for a month next summer to learn Swedish. Why? Because Sweden is my second homeland. I would love to learn the language and maybe live there in the future.

This weekend I moved into the pyramide. The moving went fast and easy. Thanks to my dad, mum and brother. They were a great help. It's small, but cozy!! I looove it. I have my own stuff, no annoying smelly roommates. All alone. Yes! I hope I can stay there a while.

This is it for now. Next month, maybe next week I probably come up with a complete different plan. Sigh..

Change of names

2006-10-26T00:35:00.000+02:00

Well if you found me, I changed my URL. For a very simple reason. When you type in my full name in Google you could find my blog. I try to stay half anonomous. I don't mind people I know reading this or strangers. I just don't want people who google my name find this blog. Especially now I am applying for jobs. If you know me, you wouldn't be surprised by this blog. If you don't know me, you might be scared and think: "Who is this girl??" I don't feel like censoring myself, so this is the right solution.

So why Seerauber Daisy? I used to have an internet pseudoniem called 'Daisy Chainsaw'. It's the name of a punk band from beginning nineties. I liked the band and the name. Daisy is such a nice name. I mean how could you ever be mad at a Daisy?

Mature

2006-10-25T21:22:00.000+02:00

'You are a mature girl who was raised well and owns a good common sense. That's why you won't do any childish actions like putting a rotten fish in your roommates ceiling or lock your own door when you are already moved out.' - Cathy Bischops, Marlies' mum

She is right. :(

I really have an off day

2006-10-25T12:56:00.000+02:00

I shouldn't have waken up today. I feel bad. I am depressed. I hate my life. Well today I hate my life, maybe tomorrow too or I feel happy. I have to complain and bitch now. If you don't want to hear, don't read it, easy.

I have a stomachache, I ate a salad that had cheese in it. I didn't see it, but tasted it. I thought it was going to kill me. It doesn't kill me, but my stomache hurts! I hate my stupid bowels.

I don't like my job. It's not that bad, but yet bad. I have the idea my collegues don't like me that much because I am on my own. It's not a big challenge to answer phonecalls all day. I am a slave to the wage and stuck.

I do try to find other jobs, without much succes.

I hate being kicked out of my house. You can read about it in other threads.

I don't like that my boyfriend is always pushing me away when I come too close. I also wish he could accept me the way I am.

I don't like it that my parents rarely call me or when I pay a visit,don't pay much attention to me.

Maybe a wintersleep is the solution or this:
Here we go again

Tijd voor iets anders

2006-10-25T11:19:00.000+02:00

In het balkje bezochte websites vond ik de site http://www.vrouwonline.nl Ik werd nieuwsgierig en keek even rond. Ik moest erg lachen om dit artikel: "Dit vindt hij dus niet aantrekkelijk! De don'ts voor jou"

Kletsen als een kip zonder kop
Een gezellig gesprek gaande houden is helemaal oké, maar ga niet zitten ratelen over van alles en nog wat (en toen zei zij dit en toen zei ik dat en m'n moeder vond dus ik zei die kleur kan echt niet). Soms is het echt minder erg om een paar tellen helemaal niks te zeggen. Kun je even nadenken wat je echt nog aan hem kwijt wilt. Of hee, idee: laat hem ook eens wat vertellen!

Schuldig. Ik heb de neiging om aan één stuk door te ratelen. Soms raak ik de draad kwijt. Ook beroemd zijn mijn verhalen met 'aan de ene kant vind ik dit, maar aan de andere kant dat, maar ik vind toch dat, nu ik er over nadenk, nee toch vind ik, blablabla' Dit kan lang doorgaan. Ik praat ook gewoon over koetjes en kalfjes. Soms praat ik zoveel en hoor ik alleen maar 'tok tok tok tok'.

Niks zeggen
Je kunt natuurlijk zo'n diepe, spirituele band met hem voelen, dat je het zonde vindt om die te overstemmen met gepraat... grote kans dat hij zich bijzonder ongemakkelijk voelt! Je kunt van tevoren wat onderwerpen bedenken om het gesprek op gang te houden. Dat hoeft helemaal niet zo moeilijk te zijn: werk, hobby's, huisdieren, interesses, uitgaan enz.

Schuldig. Ik kan soms ongeneerd mijn bek houden. Als ik geen zin heb om te praten, praat ik niet. Simpel.

De ex erbij halen
Ook een grote fout: over je ex praten. Niemand vind het leuk om met een ex geconfronteerd te worden, maar tijdens je eerste date is het een regelrechte afknapper. Ook vergelijkingen maken waarbij je nieuwe date er beter vanaf komt zijn echt een don't! Gewoon niet doen. Als je iets daarover kwijt wilt, heb je later in de relatie (als het zover komt) nog tijd genoeg.

Schuldig. Ik ben het er mee eens. Hoewel ik vind het altijd interessant om meer te weten te komen over de exen van mijn vriend. Ik praat te veel over mijn exen. Naar mijn idee ben ik altijd single geweest, maar als ik er over begin en naar al die ex-vriendjes kijk, zijn het er toch veel.

Te veel make-up
Het lijkt zo niet-relevant, maar het is echt een turnoff voor je date als je te veel make-up op je gezicht hebt. Check dus even in de spiegel, en bij goed licht, of je je foundation wel goed hebt uitgesmeerd (geen donkere rand langs je kaak), je mascara niet in dikke klonten aan je wimpers en oogleden plakt en je lippenstift niet op je tanden zit.

Schuldig. Ik houd van kliederen met make up. Vooral mijn roze Chanel blush is favoriet. Foundation yes, overal. Mascara, liefst zo klonterig mogelijk. Lippenstift, zo nu en dan maar het verdwijnt overal en nergens.

Samenwonen, trouwen en baby's
Als je wilt dat hij direct bij je wegstormt, moet je vooral uitgebreid gaan praten over 'jullie' samenwoon- en trouwplannen. Vertel uitgebreid over je trouwjurk, waar je hebt bedacht dat jullie gaan trouwen en op welke song jullie eerste dans zal zijn... O, en als hij dan nog niet weg is, vertel dan maar hoe jullie eerste kind gaat heten. Dat doet 't 'm wel!

Beetje schuldig. Ik ben niet het trouwtype, maar kinderen graag. Liefst zo veel mogelijk, maar mijn vriend begint al te hyperventilleren bij het idee.

Seks
Kijk, soms is het heel grappig en ijsbrekend om een seksueel getint grapje te maken. Maar overdrijf het niet. Maak er geen sport van om een ondeugende opmerking van hem af te troeven door een nog grover grapje van jouw kant. Hoe erg het ook is, het beste is om verlegen om zijn ondeugende grapjes te giechelen. Een lief meisje als jij hoort geen platte grappen te tappen!

Fuck you. Ik weet dat sommige mannen het leuk vinden als je als een tienermeisje begint te giechelen, vooral Japanners, maar mij niet gezien. Iedereen mag ook gerust weten hoeveel ik geleden heb onder het onderzoek naar geslachtsziektes. Dat deed PIJN! Maar ik had niets.

Konijnenvoer
Als hij je mee uit eten neemt, geniet er dan ook van! En ga dus niet als een konijn op 1 blaadje sla zitten knagen. Mannen vinden het over het algemeen heerlijk om een vrouw te zien genieten. En ja, dus ook aan tafel!

Mijn vriend wil juist dat ik konijnenvoer eet, want hij valt op magere vrouwen. Zucht.

Te veel lichaamshaar
Oké, het ligt eraan in welk seizoen je afspreekt, maar het is altijd een goed idee om oksels, benen en bikinilijn netjes te scheren voordat je gaat daten. Mocht je krap in je tijd zitten: Het schijnt dat mannen okselhaar een grotere afknapper vinden dan beenhaar. Dat scheelt weer. En de bikinilijn? Tja, dat ligt helemaal aan jou of het nodig is om die van tevoren bij te werken!

Amanda Palmer van de Dresden Dolls, mijn idool, heeft gewoon okselhaar. Dat vind ik stoer. Ik zou het ook wel willen, maar ik durf niet. Stom. Ik scheer mijn beenhaar niet, maar ik heb ook niet veel. Het laatste is privé en gaat niemand wat aan.

Conclusie: Ik ben een slechte vrouw en vriendin. Mannen knappen op mij af en ik mag van geluk spreken dat mijn vriend nog steeds bij mij is.

Revenge of the Nerd II

2006-10-25T08:37:00.000+02:00

I am calling this post 'revenge of the nerd' but I am not the one who is a nerd I realised. The person I am taking revenge to is a big time nerd. and a cunt. and a whore. and a misterable little bitch. You think why so upset the whole thing is over. Sort of. Kinda. I still feel awful that she has everything under control. I like my new place, but it's smaller and not in the city centre.

Ýesterday I noticed someone called me four times. I rang back, but no answer. I actually thought it was important. That night when I was finally asleep my phone rang. It was the beaaatch. "I heard you are moving. Tuesday we have an evening where we invite different people to look at your room. Could you leave your room open, so they can have a look?" Me: "Sure, bye" After that I couldn't sleep anymore. I felt so angry all of a sudden. Why? Why? Why? I started crying really loud. I couldn't stop. Everything had to get out. I called my boyfriend, but he was sleeping. Then I called my mum. She was still awake thank god. I talked and cried, she couldn't understand half of it, so I had to tell again. What I love most about my mum is that she is so incredibly sweet. She can always comfort me. Say everything is going to be alright, etc. I felt better, went to sleep, but I couldn't stop thinking about revenge.

I am not a revenge person or however you call it..because most people I know are good people and I am not a trouble seeker. I can understand a lot of things, so it's not hard for me to forgive people. But she has just gone too far. Besides noone should make me cry like that. So this morning I emptied half of all her bottles shampoo and other crap in the shower. This is just the beginning. I am thinking of putting an egg or fish in her room, I can hide it easily in the ceiling. Maybe write in graffiti on our house: Eveline is a cunt. Any more ideas are welcome! I will move out this weekend, she doesn't know it. One thing is for sure. I will lock my room. When the people come to look on tuesday, the door will be closed and I won't be reachable on my phone.

By the way. My new place is pretty cool. I live near a shopping street that is useful. My walls are painted pretty seagreen. I live in a pyramide, which is pretty neat. My aunt lives a couple of blocks away, she happens to be the coolest aunt in the world. I also live closer to my parents, that's when the fucking randstadrail is going to ride (I wanted to put a link of it, but the site is just like the train: not working). Plus most important of all: I live near Plaswijck!!!. Ha you don't have a thing like that in the city centre! In five minutes I can ride skelters or sit in the mary go round. What more does one want? Evelin you can go to hell.

Moving

2006-10-23T14:01:00.000+02:00

I totally forgot to tell you all. I am going to move next weekend!! Yay! I am so excited about it. Well not about the movement itself, but about my new place. No roommates which is fabulous! It's small, but I can put all my things there and still have a little space.

It's not in the centre, but I don't mind. It's somewhere over here in this map. I am not going to tell you where exactly. :)

Fattie

2006-10-23T12:32:00.000+02:00

My great grandmother was a beautiful big opera singer. Unfortunately I didn't inherit her beautiful voice, but her curvey body. Not really nice. It really suits an opera diva, but not a bitch receptionist/semi-journalist. I was always a tiny bit chunky. Unfortunately it wasn't just tits and ass, more legs and guts. I have some pics of that somewhere on my blog, but I don't feel like showing them again. I lost a lot of weight (about 8 kilos) because of my depression two years ago, that was probably the best thing about it. Slowly I am gaining weight, which sucks of course. My boyfriend isn't very slim. He can't do anything about it because he takes certain medicines. Still he wants to do something about his weight. We made a bet now, who is going to be most active and loses most weight is going to get a price, we haven't decided what. He doesn't know it yet, but I am going to win big time. Well that's what I thought till it turned out my collegue baked brownies this weekend. I tasted one and it was sooooooo good. Oh no.

Plagiarism

2006-10-23T09:11:00.000+02:00

"All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I think Goethe stole that one from Oprah..

It's not a dog

2006-10-20T16:17:00.000+02:00

Coworker: "Hey do you have a dog with you?"
Me: "What?"
Coworker: "Next to you. Is it your dog?"
Me: "No, it's my bag."
Coworker: "Oh it looked like a dog."
Me: "But it is green and made out of suede."

It would be nice to have a green dog. Then I realised I might have a green dog in my blog (it rhymes). I looked through the archives. The disappionted was big when I noticed I was wrong. I have a green rabbit and a dog of normal dog colour.

If you don't believe me. Clicky and Clicky 2

Gosh!

2006-10-20T14:39:00.001+02:00

I am so bored at work that there are only three options to do:
-eating my own hand
-bumping my head into the computer screen
-getting some coffee to wake up

Huh?

2006-10-15T18:59:00.000+02:00

My phone died. It literally blew away it's last breath. I needed a new one and bought one. I kind of got failure anxiety by looking at all the functions. I could call, answer calls and write text messages. That's good for me. Till my my boyfriend took one look at it and noticed there was a camera on it. What?? I had no idea about that. He laughed at me for not noticing. Well I tried it and love it! So cool. I took a picture of a street in Rotterdam.

My bf's bright look

2006-10-13T14:21:00.000+02:00

On a nice warm autumn day, my boyfriend and I were taking a walk through the park, we saw a mother pushing a buggy with triplets in it.

Me:"Can you imagine being pregnant and then find out to be having triplets. Three times as many diapers, three different bedrooms, three times college money..."
BF:"But when they are born dead, you can put all three in a normal coffin. You should look at things from the bright side Marlies.."

Cross your fingers folks

2006-10-10T12:01:00.000+02:00

I am writing a cover letter for a job as reporter for one of the biggest newspapers of Holland. People cross your fingers, I hope I will get it, because I am tired of being a bitch receptionist.

(maybe I should add the photo below to my job apply:))

Look people I am a suicide girl

2006-10-09T17:02:00.000+02:00

See, I belong to the suicide girls now.

EDIT

This is Mikes version, it's waaaay better

Jackass Number Two

2006-10-09T11:26:00.000+02:00

If you want to have a laugh, go see Jackass Number Two.

You might think: "No, not for me. I am a sophisticated person I won't pay 8 euro for a crappy movie like that!"

But then I say: "No you are wrong. It really is funny. Even someone as brainy as me was very amused."

Then you wil say: "Ok, then I wil see it."

And then I say: "Good. You will have a great time."

I won't spoil too much, because you are going to see the movie after my advice. The one thing that was most painful/disgusting was when Steve-O put a fish hook through his cheek to be living bate for the sharks. Ouch. Spike Jonze dressing up as an old lady who accidently loses her clothes was also hilarious. And Johnny Knoxville is really sick, sometimes it looks like he is suicidal or something, the things he do..oh my god. Just crazy!!

I'm at the office now

2006-10-05T14:23:00.000+02:00

This is my life:

Right now I am at the office and bored as hell. I forgot my book and already finished two news papers. I just invented this new game where you lean back to your chair till you are almost falling backwards. When you are close to really falling you go back. I like to live dangerous.

Porn and a lot of dust

2006-10-04T14:03:00.000+02:00

Since I don't have a place where I can stay any longer, I do my best to find something new. Today I had an appointment to see a room. On the picture the place looked pretty with huge windows. For real it also didn't look bad. I liked the mozaique at the top of the windows. This is great, I thought, I wouldn't mind living here. Till I saw the common room, next to the room. Oh my god what a huge mess. It was disgusting. Every couch in the room was broken, on the wall hung pictures of girls in thongs and next to the tv there were a couple of porn tapes. All covered by a huge amount of dust. Eeeeeeeew. No way I am going to live in that place. I don't want to share my house with a couple of todlers!

Revenge of the nerd

2006-10-03T20:58:00.000+02:00

Well I told you about the bitch who wanted me to get out of the house. I dislike her, the ho. A second ago I accidently took my revenge on her. It was kind of gross. The poor girl I am. I have zero on my bank account. Don't worry, I am used to it now. I have enough money to buy bread and that's what I will be eating the whole week. Just because those fuckers of the employment agency, never give my money on time. There is no money for luxury like juice, lemonade, soda, etc. Just water. The thing is that I don't like water from the tap that much. It's a boring drink. Healthy, but boring. I was craving for something else and found some juice in the fridge (yes the fridge I am sharing with the devil). I just poored the juice in my mouth, wasn't too bothered to get a glass. Suddenly I tasted something sour. Eek, I didn't like it and spit everything back into the bottle. I put up it back in the fridge like nothing has happened. First I felt bad, but a second later I had an evil grin on my face. HAHA.

Hair

2006-10-03T14:21:00.000+02:00

Ok, I need a new hair cut baaaaad and I need YOUR advice. I haven't been to a hairdresser for more than half a year. So I will save money to go to Toni Guy or something. That way there is a small chance they will screw up. My hair is half long, so don't say long hair. Unless I buy hair that once belonged to Russian prisoners or executed Chinese to get some Victoria Beckham hair extentions..Please help me!

Hmmm...interesting..

2006-10-03T10:21:00.000+02:00

Just a normal day at work, I overheard my collegue on the phone.

Collegue: "Do not tell anyone what happened yesterday. I know you like to talk, but please don't mention what happened for gods sake."

Five minutes later..

Collegue:"Please don't tell anyone what happened yesterday, please. Noone has to know."

Now I am thinking what had happened yesterday. Did she kill someone? I know she is single, so she couldn't been caught cheeting. Maybe she just fell from the stairs and is very embarrased about it..

Photo analysis (it's havin a come back)

2006-10-01T22:32:00.000+02:00

- edit -

I just saw I made a mistake. I have a semi granma, not a granma who is semi sweet. She is very sweet and the grandmother of my three cousins (also in the picture). BTW: My two real grandmothers were also very sweet, I miss them.

2006-09-29T15:21:00.000+02:00

"Waiting" by Hugo Heyman

First of all I think it's really something when you can make such a beautiful picture with ink on paper. I tried to many times during an art course, but it always turned out to be one big ink stain. The picture expresses some kind of solitude and coldness, which is amazing.

WTF

2006-09-26T16:46:00.000+02:00

Fucking hell. The roommate from hell sent the girl I am subrenting the place from she is going to the landlord if I don't move out end of October. I was thinking of confronting her or sending her an email. I am not the best in confrontation, because I am afraid I will be lead by emotions too much. This is not good!

JB

2006-09-26T15:50:00.000+02:00

Made by my friend Lior

Was just thinking

2006-09-26T13:21:00.000+02:00

I have nothing to hide. I am an open person. I am not embarrassed easily. Probably because I see life as one big joke. I am not an exhibitionist, but I don't mind exposing myself. I tell about my private life on my blog, I walk around naked in my house and I have a bikini picture on my flickr (viewed 150 times, my other pictures have an average of 4 views. I pat myself on the back for that.) What I am trying to say is that I have no problem showing myself mentally as well physically.

Then why did I have so much trouble yesterday in the launderette when I waited for the cute guy next to me till he was finished, so I could get my laundry out of the drying. Strange. I mean who cares if he sees my granny pan..I mean my sexy lingerie..

The Birthday Post

2006-09-26T09:16:00.000+02:00

Mmmmm...choclat milk or however you call that crap from the machine. Yes I am at the office and having the time of my life. My collegue just said seh vos plet instead of s'il vous plait. That was kind of amusing, it was no joke. Though it's not polite to laugh at people. Look at my previous post.

Last time we spoke I was 24 and now I am 25 years old. What happened you might think. Well it's called a birtday.

The big news is I celibrated my birthday for the first time. (Except for the times as a kid.) Out of fear noone was going to show up, I didn't do anything for years. As a modest girl I wouldn't have liked the attention either. It's strange, I can be a big attention whore, but on the other hand I can get nervous when people pay attention to me. I am one big contradiction. This all has to do with the fact that I am a Libra (or just a strange person like I said).

There's no way in avoiding my birthday when it comes to the family though. I always had to celibrate my birthday with my cousin Thomas (9/17), my mother Cathy(9/28), my aunt Nicolette(10/3) and her mother in law Oma Uch(10/15). We do this so we will see eachother only once instead of five times. The social family I have. Allthough I truly love those people, I never liked those birthdays. I just hided in the kitchen with my dad. I think he felt the same.

- warning a lot of explanations marks will be in the next text -

This time was different! For four days I felt special!!!! Friday I had drinks with my friends from Rotterdam. That was a lot of fun, just had too much wodka. Everything was spinning!! Saturday I went to Amsterdam to my boyfriends place. I invited some friends over and except for two they were all there!! I had such a nice evening. I also got some presents. On sunday, the 24th when it was my real birthday, I went back to Rotterdam with my bf. My parents and brother came over. I hadn't seen my parents for a couple of weeks, so I was really happy. Guess what I got? Beautiful flowers and an iPod, the newest one!!! I am in love with it. On monday my roommate (the nice one) made sushi for me. It was really good, she has to teach me and after that we had some birthday pie. Well this all hasn't ended yet at all. On sunday I will have to do the family thing again, but this time I don't care. I had my attention. Enough for about 25 years. Next year I am going to Antartica and celibrate with the penguins. Quiet and cool.

My unasked opinion..

2006-09-22T15:48:00.000+02:00

vluchtelingen vasthouden = crimineel

en Rita moet ook oprotten. Zij zou iedereen een grote dienst doen door een schep te pakken en zichzelf levend te begraven.

The Laughing Man

2006-09-21T22:31:00.000+02:00

Always thought The Hague was freak town. Wrong, Rotterdam wins. Walking from my house to the train station I saw him again. It was the crazy laughing man. A look a like of James Brown with jeans and a leather jacket, no shirt. Guess he can't afford that. I almost forgot the most important attribute: the beer bottle that is always in his hand. Everytime I passed him he started laughing at me. Not the normal kind of laugh. It's like a pig being slaughered. It's the laugh of a manic serial killer doing his work. The laugh of the mean boy of sixth grade who is picking on you. It's the laugh of a possessed monkey.

First time he laughed at me I was thinking: "Do I have a funny hair day? Is my underwear sticking out of my trousers? Did my mascara run out? Or is he laughing at the tragedy of my life?" I walked further, to the station. Second time he laughed at me again I started walking faster and faster, then it turned in to running. Third time it happened, I felt like 'Yeah laugh at me, I know, I am one funny character."

You all be thinking now: "C'mon Marlies, he is just a crazy alcoholic. Don't get bothered by this." But then I say: "Hold on. You might be right, but first you have to try to walk past him. I bet you will feel different. You will feel like a loser. There is nothing you can do about it. It's the laugh. It's the evil laugh. It's the laugh from hell!"

So today I saw him again. No laugh. Of course not. He was being questioned by the police. They were looking through his stuff. I hope they arrest him. Not because he might have stolen something or did any other crazy thing alcoholics do, but because of his laugh. The laugh that pierces through your soul. He would be prosecuted for verbal abuse. As a punishment of the judge he should get a lot of lessons of a logopedist or voice coach so he could change his laugh. When that will happen, there will be world peace and everybody would be happy. It's as simple as can be.

Jeugdheld

2006-09-18T21:06:00.002+02:00

Situatie: Bazar Curieux, Now&Wow, Rotterdam bij de Merchandisestand. Mijn broertje Peter en ik komen onze jeugdheld Rembo tegen..

*Rembo koopt T-shirt van Peaches* vraag vervolgens aan Peter:
"Peaches, wat is dat eigenlijk?"
Peter: " Electro, beetje rock. Ze is ook seksueel georienteerd.."
Rembo: " Ja maar dat zijn we allemaal.."
Peter: "Ik niet hoor, ik ben a-seksueel"
Rembo: "Ik ook, maar dat is ook seksueel.."
Peter: "Nee hoor, want het is toch A ..seksueel?"
*Er onstaat wat verwarring*
Rembo: "Hoe laat begint het eigenlijk?"
Peter:"Om 00.30"
Rembo: "Oh shit, na 00.00 verander ik in een meloen."
Peter: "In een gewone meloen of watermeloen?"
Rembo: "Dat weet ik niet, want ik kan dat eigenlijk niet zien. Ik ga toch maar vragen of ze vroeger wil spelen.."
ohjajoh??

Fuck the pain away

2006-09-17T20:46:00.000+02:00

What's else is in the teaches of Peaches. Yeah I saw her live saturday in the Now&Wow in Rotterdam. I had no idea that place was so cool! I better show you than talk about it:
click

Also watch the second video of Cansei de Ser Sexy, an awesome band from Brazil I just discovered!

Sadness and a lot of frustration

2006-09-15T21:13:00.000+02:00

I am writing today because I feel sad. Just the normal kinda sadness in which you want to cry out loud. The reason is because of a phone call of the girl I am renting my place of. She said that my roommate had sent her an email over my back that she wants me to leave end of October, because that is the deal. She literally said:"Should you tell it or me, because she needs to find something else." The truth is that when I got there in the first place it was for half a year, except she was making a fuss about it saying she wants to see first till end of October. If there is no trouble, I can stay there till end this year. All of a sudden she starts bitching I need to go. While there is absolutely no reason.

Thank God I still have my other roommate, who is this easy going girl. She thinks it's fine for me to stay till December. Except she is in Moskow now doing her internship. In replace there is a foreign student in her room, she is a sweetheart. I am happy I am not alone in the house with the bitch, but with her too. The girl I am renting the place of wants me to stay there till end of the year and says she (the evil roommate) has nothing to say about it while the Russian girl is away.

The thing I feel most sad and angry about is that bitch, I won't mention any names (her name is Eveline), is nice to me all the time and behind my back she writes this mail. I can't believe it and I am heavily disappointed. Most people in my life I meet are very sincere kind people, so it's very strange for me to be in a situation like this. Just some people you meet in your life you cannot chose. Like collegues, classmates, neighbours, family, in laws (right walker ;)), roommates, etc. Of all the people you meet in your life there are always some rotten apples between them and I think I am at this point right now.

Why is she doing this? I am a perfect roommate. I am very clean, I play my music at the right volume, I don't own any bizar pets and never have strange people coming over. I consider myself as an insecure person, but I am certain that I am very social, sweet and sincere. So I don't see what the big deal is.

Still annoyed now. I mean how can this bitch go to medical school and be such a twat. A couple of days ago she told me in the kitchen how much she loves working in health care, working with people, blablabla. Bullshit! She is just a selfish cunt with a big ego. Yes. That's what she is. Seriously though, I never met someone who goes to med school with a heart. What's up with that? Are they all twats? Ok, this really got some relief for me. Blogging, blog, what a wonderful medium is it..

Anyway lets hope everything turns out well. If so, I avoid the evil roommate and live my life. If not, there is no other choice change my lovely place in the centre of Rotterdam for a house in Rotterdam South (the place where I was born). Back to the ghetto. Maybe it's ment to be....

2006-09-14T20:23:00.000+02:00

I havent written something lately, but that's because I am so tired lately. I seriously need some rest.

One year!

2006-09-08T23:41:00.000+02:00

Being in love is the best! It's better than television.

(My boyfriend and I are together for exactly one year!)

Crikey

2006-09-04T19:07:00.000+02:00

I am not an animal lover. I am scared for about ninety percent of all animals. I do think animals should live in free nature and be left alone. I think we all heard the news about the death of crocodile hunter Steve "crikey' Irwin. It's tragic of course, but then again that's what you get for messing with animals!

edit:

I do love animals. Especially these two!

I will get my help

2006-09-01T21:02:00.000+02:00

"Decision making is the cognitive process leading to the selection of a course of action among alternatives. Every decision making process produces a final choice called a decision. It can be an action or an opinion. It begins when we need to do something but we do not know what. Therefore, decision-making is a reasoning process which can be rational or irrational, and can be based on explicit assumptions or tacit assumptions.

Common examples include shopping, deciding what to eat, when to sleep, and deciding whom or what to vote for in an election or referendum." -Wikipedia-

Coincedently I shopped today. I decided not to buy a red satin blouse. Eventhough I looked stunning it was just too expensive. I did buy a skirt. A size 36, I can't eat this month but it looked good on me and had a good price. I also needed one, because I am always wearing the same two skirts or same one trousers. Good decision.

Food was also an easy choice. In the restaurant of my work they had a meal for a cheap price: potatoes, fish and vegtables. The vegtables were uneatable, the rest was fine. So in the evening I ate different vegtables and it was delicious. I made a healthy and cheap choice. Good one.

When to sleep is also easy. When I work and need to get up early, I make sure I am in bed at 23.00. When it's weekend, like now I go to bed when I am tired. See easy.

Voting. Well election time is coming up. In Holland you need to vote in oktober or november, I forgot. Some parties already presented their election programm. I didn't have time to read them, but weeks for the election I will read them. The one I most agree with I vote for. I know for sure it's going to be a left-winged party. Alright, this is also kind of easy.

Why am I mentioning all these things? Because I consider myself the worst decision maker in the world. Making a decision makes life so much easier. Especially when you are satisfied about it. If not you think "Oh well, next time better. At least I learned something.." I believe the hardest part in life is making the decision. When you made up your mind everything is so much easier.

Still I don't know what to do. I guess I am one of those western wealthy twenty somethingers who doesn't know what to do with her life. A luxurious problem, but it doesn't make it any easier. Like now. I worked as an editor at an educational website , but because the projects I worked on ended I am back at the street again. This has been going on for two years now. Insecurity, a little security, black hole, insecurity..etc. I don't want to live like this. I need to do something about it. I made that decision. Do I need to be more motivated so I will find a good job in my field? Should I do freelance work and live an insecure life? Should I have a deadend job, be a bit miserable now then, but have security and spend my money on fun things? Or should I go to university again? It al looks tempting....but then again there are too much arguments for and against it. It's frustrating.

But don't worry kids. I found a solution...I will see a tarot card reader soon. All the worries will be ended! Hooray!

sigh

2006-08-30T08:53:00.000+02:00

I am such a mess. If there is a course called 'living', I'd sign up immediately. I am at work and so very tired. I can't do a thing. My collegue keeps on chatting with me. I can't say anything useful back. Why is it so cold? It's August and I am wearing a long sleeved T-shirt with a cardigan. That's not right.

I am a child what can I do?

2006-08-29T23:08:00.000+02:00

Now we are talking about mix tapes/cd's from foreign friends. I got a mix tape from my friend Shane from Belfast. We exchanged tapess. I was studying and listening to the tape full of eighties music till the next song came up. I stopped. I recognized pretty pretty Isobels Campbells voice and thought it was a Belle and Sebastian song. I mailed Shane to thank him for the wonderful tape and asked what the song of Isobel was. It turned out to be from her solo project The Gentle Waves. Some people might think the song is old fashioned and boring..I hate that when people would think that...I love the cello, guitar, the fragile voice and the lyrics. I can totally relate to it. It's about having a heart that's too big for this world. Being too sensitive and romantic. Being disappointed all the time. Realising the world is black, careless, full of shit and it looks like you are the only one looking for some kind of beauty.. I always thought being depressed and oversensitive was a curse, but I realised it's not. On contrary, you see the most beautiful things noone will ever see.
Watch the video here!!!

I absolutely love it. As you might know, I am a big fan of movies from the fifties and sixties. Isobel looks ashtonisching. Different than when I saw her live. I was so in love. At the end of her show, she was just a meter away from me, standing and talking to someone. I was like " I have to talk to her, now. But I'd be such a fan. I won't feel awkward." So I didn't and I don't really regret it..

The Knife

2006-08-29T22:18:00.000+02:00

I just discovered the band. Kind of stupid, because I had the album for three years in my cd-collection. I got it from my Swedish friend Martin. I sent him a copy of Vive la Fete and a chocolat bar. He sent a cd with 'kitch pop' back and Swedish chocolat. I ate the chocolat immediately and damn it was tasty. (You can also by this Mjolkchoklat at Ikea) but didn't really to the cd. It took three years when I heard it at a friend of my boyfriends house and really like the sound of it.

The video of the song 'Heartbeats' is very cool. Check.
Click here.

Spoon Obaasan

2006-08-28T21:02:00.000+02:00

oftewel vrouwtje theelepel

Lomo

2006-08-24T10:10:00.000+02:00

Me and Stijn(click) go waaaaaaay back. I just noticed he updated his website. I am jealous at his "Lomo", a Russian camera from the eighties. The brand is not made anymore. He says: "After taking pictures it's always a surprise what comes out of it." Doesn't that sound great?! Especially in these days of digital photography.... I also want one! The problem is that the Lomo is kind of a hype in the photography world. They are sold for rip off prices on ebay.

I hope he won't mind I post some pictures he made in Rotterdam:

Yes Mongolia

2006-08-23T15:40:00.000+02:00

I have made my plans, I will go to Mongolia to work as a journalist. Not now, but in more than half a year I think. I will wait a while to save some money for the trip and till the weather is fine. The only thing I am not looking forward to is the food..

Losers

2006-08-22T01:26:00.000+02:00

Stole this from Mike-Tvs site 'Mediawar' click!
I already posted a link to a similar site, my favorite picture on that one said: "I love my cunt".

The funny thing is that there is graffiti on my own flat that says "Losers", everytime I walk past it I wonder:"How do they know I live here?"

Trip to Italy - PART TWO

2006-08-17T00:05:00.000+02:00

Soon as we were in Rome we went out to see the Trevi Fountain. What a circus, but it had something romantic. I could stare at it for a long time. Of course we also had to visit the Vatican. I went all the way up. Such a pretty sight over Rome. I love catholic churches, but not the Vatican. I don’t know why. Ok so we also visited the Pantheon, Spanish stairs, Forum Romanum, Palatino, Coliseum, Campo Fiore, Piazza Nuvena and the statue of the face who bites your fingers of when you lie. All very amusing and interesting.

Liesbeth and I were good girls during our holiday; Early to bed, early out, no alcohol, etc. One night I went out and it actually turned out to be a disaster. Friday night in Rome I went out with two girls I met in the hotel. Flora, a Dutch girl and Karina, a Venezualan American girl. Great girls. Absolutely out of their minds. So we took the bus, it was empty with no driver. We sat there waiting till a man came sitting with us. A man had to sit with us on an empty bus? Hold on. That wasn’t right. I gave him the ‘fuck off look’. He wasn’t exactly happy about that: first he smashed my foot then he pinched me in my leg and at the end he tried to grab my throat. I could defend myself in time and run out of the bus. Such a surreal moment. The scariest part was the psycho look in his eyes, I really thought he was going to beat the crap out of me. Insane. I was like ‘I am a good girl, why would someone do that to me?” There is not an answer, except that there are some true nutters out there. I tried not to let it ruin my evening, but easier said than done. I acted cool the whole evening. When I came back at the hotel, I had a serious outburst of tears. After that and a night full of nightmares I was over it.

The next day was great, we went biking in Villa Burghese, a huge park in the centre of Rome. I fully enjoyed it. After walking so much, it was good to use some other muscles. The park was oh so pretty. And our company, kind of interesting. We went with the two Spanish guys: Iker and Joseba. They were goofing around. I thought some of it was really funny, but it drove my friend Liesbeth mental. Poor girl. There was also another guy, Tarek he was from France and Algeria. Some character, crazy about The Beatles, you say one sentence or word and he started singing a Beatles song. What can I say, a beautiful day.

That evening it was the last evening of Iker and Joseba. Such a shame. I was going to miss them. They don’t make men like that in Holland. When we just met the word ‘marriage’ was mentioned. But I never saw a ring or anything.. Men..all the same. Lots of words, but in the meantime: nothing. Oh well, goodbye my holiday loves. You were wonderful!

Meanwhile at the hotel it was like a soap opera. One girl from the other room had sex with a boy from the other room eventhough they both had a girl or boyfriend.. Oh boy. I also met a guy named Pepe from Mexico. He was a free spirit, not to mention hilarious. Sort of absentminded, yet sharp. He was a professional rafter, so cool. He stayed there together with a girl from Costa Rica. Not his girlfriend, she was gorgeous just a shame she had a permanent kranky face.

The owners of the hotel were also supercool. About my age and of Israelian descent. What is it with Israelians that makes them so freakin cool?? Because really they were. We also met another friend from Israel. Oh how we liked him. Well dressed, witty and nice. Last but not least we met Kenzi, a friend from Tarek. He was Algerian Italian. Oh my God, we laughed so much with him. He works at a tourist bus. He could imitate every tourist. We could take a ride in the bus for free. It was just totally wrong and awesome! We sat there, very passive, with our ear plugs in, seeing Rome. It was the perfect ending of our trip.

Gosh did we have a lovely time in lovely Italy!

Best quotes of our holiday (with some you just had to be there)

M: Ah dit is mooi, maar is het nou een gebedskaartje of een boeklegger? Ik wil niet naar de hel omdat ik een gebedskaartje als boeklegger gebruik.
(In de giftshop van de cathedraal Assisi)
Attempt to translate this

Me: “Ah this is pretty, but is it a page holder or praying card. I don’t want to go to hell because I used a praying card as a book holder.”
(At the giftshop of a cathedral in Assisi)
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In hostel room in Assisi
Liesbeth: Can I switch the light on?
Crazy German Woman: Yes you can. You can also put a candle on. Or an oil lamp from Jerusalem.
Liesbeths face: WTF??
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Stefano: I can take you to a pub with a cinema
Me: Well a cinema would be kind of useless since they speak Italian instead of English. There are no subtitles and my Italian is bad.
Stefano: I know my English is bad. I am sorry for that.
Me: No no no. Your English is good. I was trying to say that when we are at the cinema we could not understand it because it's in Italian.
Stefano: *looks puzzled*
Me: I will explain again. Your English isn't bad, it's just that we can't understand the movie because its in Italian.
Stefano: *still looks puzzled*
Me: In Dutch: I give up!
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Marlies: That is beautiful! But what is it?
Liesbeth: Look it up in the Lonely Planet
Marlies: But I don’t feel like it. You tell me. And now!
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Pepe: You know what I really like about Rotterdam?
Me: What?
Pepe: The buttons of the traffic lights. You press on it and it goes like tututututu
Me: Don’t you have that everywhere?
Pepe: No, just in Rotterdam. I like it, you press and then tutututu
Me: I don’t believe you, you have that everywhere
Pepe: No only in Rotterdam. It’s so much fun. tutututuuttu
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Karina: “We are suicidal when it comes to crossing the streets.”
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Karina: Yesterday night we were walking through the station and one man came up to me and said: “ I want to fuck you in the ass.” ..So that was really nice!
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In Villa Burghese while biking
Iker: It’s really beautiful to see a girl on her bike, looking pretty with the sun shining on her face and the wind blowing through her hair..
Me:*swoon*
Iker: So when you see one, please tell me..
(oh well, I did feel special for half a second)
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Me: So Fragolino is with strawberries in it
Tarek: Yes. Starts singing: Strawberry fields forever.
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Kenzi: With Kenzi everything is free!
Me: Yay, we like Kenzi!!!
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Kenzi: with an Indian accent: “Can I buy a ticket?”
Liesbeth and I: Hahahaha, do it again!
Kenzi: with Indian accent: “ Can I buy a ticket?”
Liesbeth and I: Hahahaha, do it again!
Kenzi: with an Indian accent: “ Can I buy a ticket?”
Liesbeth and I: Hahahaha, do it again but now as a Japanese!

My trip to Italy - part one

2006-08-17T00:02:00.000+02:00

For some reason something went wrong on my blog. I split the story maybe it helps..

My return to Rotterdam wasn’t pleasant at all. I left a warm friendly city, but returned to an annoying place with a grim atmosphere. Caused by a stupid dance parade. I am used to a lot of shit, but the whole picture together made it depressing. The grey sky, pouring rain, loud brainkilling pumping beats. All of the scum was united, drunk and shouting. I observed it for a while and it made me long back to peaceful Italy.

Not that I am romancing the country. Rome for example made me sick in a way. Of course I sucked up all the beauty of the town. Loved walking down the pretty streets. But there is something wrong with the city. Actually the city centre. One third was build by the Vatican, one third by Mussolini and the other third by slaves under pressure of their leaders. You can sense the political incorrectness in a way, because everything is over the top. Maybe I am just the only one who feels this way.

Maybe I only feel this way about cities, just like Florence. “Dear Florence, you are beautiful, but how is it possible I dislike you? Maybe there is too much tourism?” I can’t blame the tourists, I am one myself. Just as curious about the city as them. Still it’s better if they disappear so I can discover the town in silence. All right, all the criticism is out.

Now we can go to the good part. Why I love Italy.

First of all there are the three magic words: pasta, pizza and gelato. I can’t get enough. I had the best pizza in the best pizzeria of the world: Bufatto in Rome. There was a long line before entering and when you finally sit down it takes a while before you have your pizza.. but when you have it, it’s paradise.. Every bite I wanted to go mmmmmm. Completely autistic I ate my pizza. What was going on around me I had no clue, I was taken away for fifteen minutes. Hmm what food can do to you! The best pasta I ate was in Siena. A local speciality: a thicker kind of spaghetti, I forgot the name of, with onions and meat. The funny thing is that I am not too keen on spaghetti and I never eat onions, but this was magical. The fourteen days I spent in Italy, I never had a bad meal actually.

It's not just the food that makes me love Italy. The cathedrals look like candy palaces with their pink, mint and white colours. The houses and alleys are oh so picturesque just like I hoped them to be. The charming men: Almost every man is flirting with you. As a down to earth Dutch woman, I had to get used to it, but in the end it’s fun. The Tuscany landscapes are breathtaking. I have a thing for the cypress trees; there is just something about them.

It was a shame I missed some of the landscape. I kept falling asleep in the bus when we drove from on town to another one. Like on our way to Siena, a gorgeous pink/brown medieval village full of old traditions. I felt loved in Siena. The central square is called Campo Duomo. My friend Liesbeth and I were sitting there, relaxing after a long day of sightseeing. Till an old man approached us. Let’s call him ‘Grandpa McPerv’. Well Grandpa McPerv was saying in Italian that we are two beautiful women and asked us if we liked Siena. Of course we did. He talked some more. I figured he wanted a kiss from us. ‘Oh well’, I thought, I pointed at my cheek. Just one little kiss, I said. But for Grandpa McPerv that wasn’t enough, he took advantage of that by sucking on my cheek, it was kind of weird. I pointed at Liesbeth. I had to go through that suffering now she did too. Grandpa also wanted to know where we were staying.. Naughty naughty! Of course that was none of his business!

Oh boy did we meet some strange people. Our next stop was Assisi. A very pretty little town up on a hill in Umbria. It’s so peaceful out there, loved walking through the village, seeing all the monks, nuns. Also a beautiful church over there of Saint Francis. Just in our hostel things got a little weird. We shared our room with an alcoholic woman. She was pretty drunk I guess. She snored like a man. And at 12 o clock in the night her alarm clock went of, time for another zip of the bottle. Next morning she left, we were happy, but it was only for a short while. We shared our room with two nice Austrian girls and a lovely lady from The States. We were fine until this crazy German woman came in. I saw her before looking in a garbage bin, thought she was a homeless person. Guess not, she was our new roommate. The moment she opened her mouth, loads of crap came out that didn’t make any sense. We didn’t response much. The next morning she woke up at 5 o clock and left. And how could I forget Stefano, the local stud with his muscular body and convertible. He was coming on to me and my friend. Show off. The next day he was planning to take us out. It didn’t happen. He could hardly speak English, the first day it went ok, but this time the communication was a disaster, I think he gave up. Poor guy.

After climbing up hills, fortresses and castles in the burning sun Liesbeth and I decided to do nothing for a couple of days. Just sunbathing and swimming. Liesbeth didn’t have any good experiences with the Italian coast, so we went to Lake Trasimeno and stayed on a tiny island called Isola Polvese. Just when I arrived at the hostel a wasp stung me. Liesbeth sucked the poison out, the bite on my upper thigh.. It didn’t hurt that much anymore. At the lake I got stung again. That one did even hurt more. I screamed. Got a lot of attention: ‘Don’t worry people, it was just a wasp’ I yelled. I developed a wasp phobia on the island and didn’t want to stay there anymore. But thanks to some kind Germans I had a good stay on the island after all. Half of the hostel was taken by a group of German Christians. One lady invited us over for a drink. The evening got really nice. I practiced my German and they said it was really good! We also met two Spanish guys who were like us travelling through Italy. It clicked and I asked if we could get a ride to Rome. That was not a problem. So cool of them. We were happy. A ride to Rome with two Spanish hotties. Woot Woot! Not only could we get a ride, it was also possible to stay in the same hotel. The best hotel of Rome. I recommend this place to everyone. www.retrome.net It felt like home, there were cool people staying there.

A nice tune of the band Grandaddy

2006-08-12T11:33:00.000+02:00

Click

Thanks Dean!

Just in case you don't know the lyrics:

"I wanna walk up the side of the mountain.
I wanna walk down the other side of the mountain.
I wanna swim in the river and lie in the sun.
I wanna try and be nice to everyone."

London!

2006-08-10T01:30:00.000+02:00

Before I went to Italy I spent a weekend in London and it was ace!! London is alright, but thanks to the lovely people over there and good night life I had a splendid time. I was there to meet my friend Amy from Florida. She is just awesome! Went to some private membership clubs and ministry of sound. All I did was party, drink mojitos and sleep. Great weekend.

By the way: I will write about Italy when I have some photo's and stuff.

Last day in Rome

2006-08-08T14:14:00.000+02:00

It's my last day in Rome. Awww. Not really. I am glad I can go home. I have seen enough of Italy. I miss my boyfriend. He is going to pick me up from the airport. Yay!! Oh my god. I just had a big Italian lunch with loads of olive oil in it. I am sort of allergic to olive oil, but I just found out where the toilets are over here. Let's hope my stomache and the olive oil can get along. Was just walking down the streets and heard a guy saying ' very sexy'. You hear me! I am very sexy. If tiny weird Italian man says so it's true. So no question about that. Capeche?!

Roma

2006-08-06T12:26:00.000+02:00

Rome has been crazy!! I have been through hell, but also heaven. Its surreal. Well don't have much time. I will write a full report when I am back in Holland..Oh how I miss pretty pretty Holland (probably when I am back I be like wtf I am doing here, I want to be back in Italy) We'll see..Arrividerci.

Oh yeah.. here is a picture of me and a man in Rome:

Perugia..

2006-08-02T10:46:00.000+02:00

Right now I am in Perugia waiting for the bus. We are just killing time at the internetcafe. We can't leave our luggage anywhere and I don't feel like carrying a 10kg bag all the way up the mountain to the old town. Yesterday we visited Assisi, a beautiful village up in the mountains with some nice old churches, squares and buildings. Right now it's time for some relaxing. We will stay at a hostel at an island in a lake. Hope to go swimming and stuff. We will see. I leave you for now.. See you.

Hi from Siena

2006-07-30T15:09:00.000+02:00

Yo yo yo, reporting from Siena. An awesome city with loads of old stuff. The food here is sooo good and all the men think I am beautiful! Actually three, but enough to make me smile. Oh you wont believe how many mosquito bites I have, they are huge and itching like hell. I hate it. Right now we are staying in a hotel, i am so pleased about it!! In Florence we slept in a big hostel..ugh. You really start to appreciate things then.. Well I am going to quit now, I am at the internetcafe. You probably wondering what I am doing in an internetcafe in such a beautiful town, but I am trying to book a fucking hostel in Rone all the time..which is not going by plan.. I hope they have some good bridges there, just in case..Ciao!

Back from London, off to Florence..

2006-07-27T00:00:00.000+02:00

Hello people, I just came back from London. I would love to tell you about my wild adventures, but I need to sleep now. Tomorrow I will go to Italy. I promise I will tell you all about my trips when I get back. Ciao!

The Final Countdown

2006-07-19T14:37:00.001+02:00

This so funny and cute

In der Konditorei

2006-07-18T00:09:00.000+02:00

Inspired by my Austrian bloggermate, I decided to step foot in the local Konditorei (click). I don't know what the word actually means, but it's a place where you can eat Austrian pastries. I was hoping for a Linzertorte, but they didn't have any. Probably because it's all Wiener style. I had Sachertorte instead which didn't taste that bad at all. I enjoyed, allthough it was a bit too sweet for me. Next time I go for the Strudel or Käsetorte. It was an adorable little place. When you are there it's like going back to 1934, the year the Konditorei started. It's nice to discover a place like that in the centre of the city.

I want to live in Ikea!

2006-07-13T15:05:00.000+02:00

Wouldn't it be fun if your house would be Ikea? You have everything. You can sleep in another bed every night and when you are done with that you just the chose the best one. You can watch tv in one of the nice decorated living room. Take a bath in one of the bathrooms and when I need to go to the toilet, it's simple..Actually not that simple because they aren't connected, but I am sure there is one for the staff. As dinner I will eat fries with Swedish meatballs or salmon every evening! When I am hungry I go to the Ikea market for Swedish food I love. Life is all good there. Maybe I can just sneak in, hide and live there forever secretly!

Hotness again!

2006-07-13T12:01:00.000+02:00

Alright, I know they look a bit ghey and on the field their hair looks just a bit too good. But I do think the Italian players are hot. I am going to Italy in about two weeks and I am just preparing, you know..

2006-07-11T23:05:00.000+02:00

Do you also sometimes have that when you hear someone has past away you think "Didn't he already die?" Well I had that with Syd Barrett. The schizophrenic part of Pink Floyd. I never heard my father mentioning him before and he loves Pink Floyd.