Saturday, January 28, 2006

But I'm mostly very tired

Life sucks.

That's it.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

My love cliché

You see I met her on a Monday
And her name was Chill
From the what-the-hell family's
Relation to free will
Yeah she circled my circumference
Said she had some time to kill
Been combing the beach for a beautiful freak
And I just might fit the bill
She said

Ooh, I think I'm liking you
Ooh, do you feel the same the way too?
I said, ooh, I think I do
I said, ooh, I think you're cute
I said, ooh, merci beaucoup
I said, ooh ooh
And maybe I'm calling you baby
And I might just say you're my love cliché

You're my love cliché
And I like it that way

So we fell in love that summer
Underneath the Star Wars sign
Drinking cases of each other
And guitar and April Wine
And we lay down in the alley
As the sunlight hit the pine
And talked of all things great
Like the rose of Gertrude Stein
And we fell in love that summer
But it lasted 18 weeks
Used to kiss her on the hummer
Now I kiss her on the cheek
And I vividly remember
In a moment of recline
When she whispered in my ear
"I think I like both kinds"

She said, ooh, I think I do
I said, ooh, I think you're cute
She said, ooh, merci beaucoup
I said, ooh ooh
And maybe I'm chasing Amy
And I might just say you're my love cliché

You're my love cliché
And I like it that way

I'm feeling love

So why don't you tell me what's great?

When the puck hits the net
At the Stanley Cup game
And Miles hits the notes
When he sketches out of Spain
And the wedding gets you high
From the perfect catering
And love makes you lie
Eventhough you bought the ring
And you screw with your spy
And the minor chord change
And the more things change
The more they stay the same
But I'm looking for your kind
Yeah I'll drive through the driving rain
'Cause what was so wrong
From the very beginning
That we would have to change

You're my love cliché
And I like it that way

And maybe I'm calling you baby
And I might just say you're my love cliché

I'm in love

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

It's been a while

Well hello my friend,

Guess it's been a while no hasn't it? I know; I should mail you more often. It's all my fault. I've been far too busy with things that aren't that important.

I haven't seen you in a while now, have I? Again, I was busy. I was in my own little world. I was busy building bridges. In my own little world I am queen.

I was watching some snowboard vids. I now realize how much I miss Austria and the snow. Maybe it is time to say hi to this wonderful country. I mean; my family lives there. What do I have here? I'm getting more and more the feeling that it's suffocating me. Me and my board, that's the thing that makes me truly happy. And in this era it isn't that far away anymore. Maybe I should begin to think of other options. Options I had never really thought of before.

Another question in life that should be answered.

Well. Till soon.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

This was my year

As the year is ending I'd like to contemplate about the things I've done.
I've met some great friends. I've met my best friend. I've been to the best concerts ever. I've had some great times with my friends. I got a new job. My dog. My plans to move to antwerp. Just everything. Ofcourse things sucked; some things didn't work out the way I wanted. Well, shit happens. I've overcome all of those things.

I only have one thing I'll do differently next year:
I'll try be be more relaxed. But then again, if I'm going to be more relaxed I'll be dead.

Monday, December 12, 2005

I don't get moved by much

We share a culture same vernacular
Love of physical humor and time spent alone
You with your penchant for spontaneous advents
For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone

You are a gift renaissance with a wink
With tendencies for conversations that raise bars
You are a sage who is fueled by compassion
Comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars

You are a spirit that knows of no limit
That knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends
You are a wordsmith who cares for her brothers
Not seduced by illusion or fair-weather friends

You are a vision who lives by the signals of
Stomach and intuition as your guide
You are a sliver of god on a platter
Who walks what she talks and who cops when she's lied

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Isn't it easy sometimes to describe a person?

Monday, November 28, 2005

Until I'm fine

My life rocks. I'm so fucking happy at the moment. No particular reason. Just because. Ik kan er niets aan doen. Ik heb de hele dag gewerkt en leuke dingen (wederom) meegemaakt, ik heb het beste maatje van de hele wereld, ik heb een geniale hond en ik vermaak me met alles wat ik doe. Vandaag was weer geniaal. Ik had sowieso wel zin in mijn werk en ging vol goede moed naar Dinteloord. Rond 4 uur kwam er een vrachtwagen langs om pallets te lossen en te laden. Normaal mogen die mensen doorrijden, lossen en weer van het terrein af. Omdat meneer nu moest laden, besloot ik hem in te wegen, te laten lossen, uit te laten wegen, weer in te wegen, laden en uit te wegen. Dit heb ik hem ook zo uitgelegd. Na ongeveer anderhalf uur kwam meneer terug. Hij hield zijn weegpasje maar niet voor de scanner en daarop besloten mijn collega en ik te wachten tot hij naar binnen zou komen om te vragen wat hij nou wilde. Na een minuut of 10 kwam hij naar binnen en vroeg of de slagboom nog open ging. Na een verbaasde blik van ons ( 'Moet jij niet uitwegen dan?) zei de schavuit dat hij al geladen was. Hier begint het:

Ik: Maar ik heb jou toch gezegd dat je in moest wegen, moest lossen, uitwegen, inwegen, laden en daarna uitwegen?
Hij: Ja dat vind ik belachelijk. Dat doe ik niet.
Mijn collega: *grinnik*
Ik: Que?
Hij: Ik vind het belachelijk en ik ga niet in discussie met je.
Ik: Dat moet je ook zeker niet doen want dat verlies je.
Collega: *Ligt onder tafel*
Hij: Hoe dan ook............
Ik: Het is heel simpel. Jij gaat NU van het terrein af. Snel terug naar huis.

Vervolgens vervolgde meneer zijn weg zonder ook maar wat te zeggen. God, wat had ik het naar mijn zin. Ergens diep van binnen weet ik dat ik een zeer goede dictator zou zijn. Het hele land zou angstig wegrennen zodra ik weer van me liet horen. Op zich verandert er dus niets. Alles lijkt prima te gaan op dit moment. Motto van de week is om alles 'step by step' te doen. Aan de blog van mijn maatje te zien, zitten we weer geniaal op één lijn.

Soit, half één. Tijd om mijn bedje op te zoeken. Ik ben in ieder geval vrij met kerst. 10 december, wanneer ik naar Oostenrijk wil, moet ik nog even regelen want ze zijn vergeten om me 4 dagen vrij te geven in plaats van de twee die ik nu heb. Met oud en nieuw moet ik werken van 3 tot 11. Ach, dan ben ik tenminste om 12 uur thuis. Een paar nachtdiensten van 11 tot 7 zitten er ook tussen. Waarvan 4 in Puttershoek. Ik ben benieuwd wat deze maand me allemaal gaat brengen. Ik ga mijn rooster nog even op mijn pc zetten en dan ga ik lekker mijn oogjes toedoen.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

What a shitty day

First of all, I'm sure you don't read my blog anymore, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have sent you that message. But it's just.. Well I don't know. It's my birthday and my best friend isn't here. I shouldn't have said that. I had no right. So I apologize to you. I'm sorry.

Hell, I'm saying I'm sorry online. Guess I'm just growing up.