Getting old..

Okay, we're all going to die sometime. You need to embrace it and take it as it is. You can whine and say it won't be so, but it is. But before you die, your body will change. You will get wrinkles, everything is going down to your knees (except for the guys ofcourse), you'll get smaller, your eyes get worse, you'll need a hearingaid. But there's more: technology!

We've embraced technology and we expand our knowledge every day. I know how a computer works, I'm pretty sure you know how a computer works seeing how you're reading this right now. Sounds not to difficult does it? But will it still be this easy when you're 80 years old? Our generation grew up with computers, game consoles, cellphones and much more. My grandmother didn't. My grandmother knew how the TV works, but that's it. Will I turn out to be my grandmother in 60 years?

God I hope not. I want to be the cool grandma. The whole neighbourhood will call me 'Nana' and visit me. When I've my birthday my whole livingroom will be full of people. The little kids can play on my retro X-box and play with my Nintendo DS wich was made in the stone age. Kids will laugh at my laptop and they will try to extend it with the newest harddrives. I love those darn kids. They'll get coca cola and potato chips as they are rolling over the floor, laughing when I tell them about something called a 'playstation 2'.

The present isn't that bad. But will the future be? Fight your future, and make sure you'll be a grandmother just like I will become.

Witness protection program

Of course it's okay that the witness protection program exists. But why can't we use it when we're dating?

Imagine yourself; you've been asked out by a very cute person. You're happy that someone that cool and cute has asked you out on a date. Your friends had bets on whom was going to date him. You're the lucky one. You've met at a bar and at first, everything seems fine.

It's THE day. You're going out with *insert name here*. You were promissed to go out to diner first and after that get a movie. He picks you up around seven. He explains why he hasn't got a car and asks if you can pay the bussfare. So far so good? No, he ruined it already. He asks you out and you can pay the tickets. You're at the restaurant, he's looking deep into your eyes. You're telling this great story about when you've met your favorite singer/songwriter (who happens to give the advice NOT to marry someone you've met at a bar. Coincident? I don't think so) and he's just nodding and saying yes to everything you say. Ofcourse you try to trick him with the question: 'Are you gay?' on wich he answers 'yes' and just nods. After that he just talks and talks about his ex-girlfriend and about cars and motorcycles. You throw some bread at him and you tell him you want to go. He burps loudly and asks the waiter for the bill. After the bill arives he pushes it your way. 'Sorry honey, forgot my wallet', is his answer.
You mumble to yourself and pay the bill. 'So sweetheart, let's go to the movie', he says. After he says that you throw your cosmopolitan in his face and head for the door. He doesn't take his eyes of you until you're completely out of sight.

The next day your phone rings. It's him telling you what a great time he had and of you could do it again. You're outraged when you hear him and you throw the phone into the wall. 'Remember to get a new phone', you softly say to yourself. Half an hour later your doorbell rings. You open the door and there he is. You almost sufficate in your coffee, spilling it all over the floor. You throw the door shut, hoping he's between it. Too bad, you missed. After ringing your doorbell for 40 more minutes he leaves. Hopefully for ever.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a brand new identity after this? wouldn't it be nice to be someone else? New name, new work, new place. Guys always ruin it.

But it could be worse. There is a small chance that you're still waiting for him to ask you out, since it's so obvious you should be together. That's worse...

What's friendship for?

A friend just asked me my opinion. Should she go to a funeral alone or shouldn't she go at all? In my opinion friends help eachother out in hard times. I told her I'd go with her. I didn't even knew the woman, but if she thinks it's important for her and to get some closure, why would I be selfish then? I have the time, I love her a lot and she means the world to me. Just like all my other friends. Isn't this something friends do for eachother?

I know for sure that if I asked her to do the same for me that she would. I know for a fact that there won't be a single one of them who wouldn't go with me if they had the time. I have friends in Amsterdam. They're the best. Even they would like to help me in hard times, although they live so far away from me. Times wich are doubtful. The mind has it's filters. Try to remember the best day in your life. Can you remember it? Your best day you've ever had switches almost every time something big occurs in your life. The longer the memory lasts, the more the memory faints. Is that the reason why you can't choose the most outstanding day in your life? Some people who get married say it's the best day in their life, but after a year or four their best day is the day they signed the divorce-papers.

You can't choose the way your life will go and end. But you can choose your friends. And by choosing the right friends you can definately make your life better. So this is the reason why I will attend the funeral tomorrow. My friend will have me by her side. I know she would do the same for me...

The mailingfixation..

What's the deal these days with e-mail? What's wrong with just sending someone a letter? Okay so it takes longer, it costs more money and you'll never know if you accidentally put the wrong letter in the mailadress. After you've send your e-mail you suddenly have the urge to F5 every two seconds to see if he or she already replied. After 2 hours of F5-ing you finaly have mail. But not from the person you want it to be.

Hello strange little girl,

I just got your mail and it looks promising. So can you tell me about yourself and maybe throw in some nude photographs?

Sincerly + XXX,
A stranger who accidentally got your e-mail instead of the person you wanted to send it to


So okay, is that the worst that can happen? I'll tell you why this isn't the worst thing: Junkmail.. Thousands of KB's of junkmail. All in your inbox. And you're just trying to figure out what you did wrong to receive: 'Free viagra' 'Postorder brides from Russia' and even: 'Jesus loves you, join our weird cult'..

That's the reason why people should just write letter instead. Okay I know that it only happens with a free mail-adress. But it's a strange thing to see how your mailbox gets clogged because of this crap. And at one point, you just don't know what to do anymore. The more you delete, the harder it comes back. It's like a plague. Cockroaches die quicker than your junkmail get's deleted.

So for now I'll just stop complaining and go and write my mom an e-mail. I promised her that..

Freek...

I guess there's a first time for everything.. One of my best friend 'Henj' just got a new boyfriend whom I like to call 'Freek' (altough it isn't his real name, it suits him).. Freek is such a cute and sweet boy.. And I truly feel compassion for the two of them.. My friend is happy, Freek is happy, I'm happy..

Everyone deserve such a love once in a lifetime.. Most of the people don't find it. Is it because they don't look hard enough? Is it because they don't have the balls to step up to the person they love and say 'hey, wanna go out sometime?', is it because they are so afraid of rejection that they freeze when he/she is in sight? Is it because what others might think? I guess it's hard to say..

My friend took this flight into paradise.. She took her chance.. She did had the balls to do it (okay, that's just weird, but I'm sure you'll understand what I'm trying to say).. I'm trying to figure out what Freek had to be thinking when asking my friend out.. I mean, she is a real catch (altough so is he, but you get the drill) , she's smart, funny, cute, a real people person.. Was he thinking; 'She is the reason for a thousand movies, and she is the inspiration for a million lovesongs.. How can I make a chance in hell?' or was he so confident that he knew she was going to say yes when he asked her out? Didn't he think at all and was he just blinded by the fact that his heart went faster everytime he saw her? Who can say.. I'm just happy he did have the balls.. (this time it's anatomicly correct so don't whine)..

In the end, it doesn't matter.. When your chance on happiness arives.. Don't think about it.. Just do it.. Just like my friend did..

So, all I'm really trying to say is : FREEK RULES!!!!!!!

I'm going to wait another 5 days.. After that.. My Freek leaves...

Thanks guys..

Thanks guys.. For another great concert.. Hope to see you soon..

Tommy

Too bad for the hand but this is Tommy.. Tommy is the old keyboardplayer for Das Pop.. He's great.. Have fun Tommy ;)

Eric Grossman on bass ladies and gentleman..

Eric rocks.. That's all I can say.. He's a very sweet guy and a freaking good bassplayer.. Always fun chatting with him.. :)

Brady Blade.. Pretty Blade..

Brady Blade ladies and gentleman.. Pretty Blade.. This guy totally rocks.. I'm glad he's aboard..

What can I say?

Curtiewurtie *O*

Miss. rock and roll herself and her husband..

Another Paradiso picture.. And A nice one if I might add.. The king and queen of rock and roll ladies and gentleman..

Sarah, Gert and Curt. Hey that rhymes..

Sick.. Very sick.. Slept until 12:00.. Curt, the new kitten, just lay down on the end of my bed doing nothing.. He's lucky.. He has a great home.. He's got a mom to take care of him..
Listening to 'Stuck in the middle with you' covered by Sarah all day.. I'm busy to optimize my singing-qualities so I can sing it flawless.. It's a great song to play on the guitar so look it up at www.ultimate-guitar.com or www.tabsrus.nl..
Luckily I have the pleasure to watch Canal+ all day.. So I won't get bored.. Still need to walk Sarah and Gert.. My 2 dogs.. The blonde one is Sarah and the black one Gert.. They're great.. Sometimes they like to destroy the house.. Today they got a hold of my xbox controllers.. That sucked.. But well.. Can't do nothing about it can you? They're young.. They will grow out of it..

Sarah during Paradiso..

A nice picture of Sarah Bettens during the Paradiso Gig.. Great concert.. Great atmosphere.. And again she proves she's the best person to stalk :P

Being funny 101

Since I have absolutely no humor I would like to give the word to my alter-ego 'XxXFunny_GirlXxX'.

'Hiiii guys...

Please... Please that's enough.. Sit down.. No more applause.. Please sit down... Thank you.. Thank you..
First of all I would like to say hiiiiiii.. I'm very glad to be here...
Hi mom... Please stop clapping... Love you too..
Your dinner is in the fridge... What do you mean what's for dinner? I have a show to run here.. Ask your son to help you... No, his name isn't idiot.. It's ricky....... ............ No that's your husband.. Mom, let go of the bottle... I said let go... Now... I'll pour it all down the drain if you don't let go right now.. Thank you...
No mom, I won't throw it all away.. Mom, did you take your medication? No?...... Oh damn.. So who's talking now?... Okay, hello Thomas... Can you please let me talk to my mom?...... She's having a conversation with Elvis? Is he in there too? .... Oh great...
Security... Will you please show her the way out? Thank you..

So where were we? Oh yeah.. Being funny 101..
The first thing you need is............ Who let her in here? Get her of me.. What the... Are that explosives? Security? SECURITY? This is soooo ironic...
Every year during Christmas when I am putting up the lights, I always blow up the house.. And yet I feel strangely threatened..

Let me tell you about my childhood..
My mom has always been drinking.. Ever since I was a little kid.. When my mom's red wine specialy made in India was finished, she would take me and my moron brother to India for another bottle.. I never understood why she just didn't ship it over with the help of Ebay or something like that... But then again, the trips where fun.. The floating bodies in the Ganges where a fine trampoline.. Cow riding was better than in our Ford from '65.. The suspension wasn't what it used to be..

Okay.. So my childhood was weird.. Like yours was any better..
Oh forget it.. No one understands me like my mom... Fuck off...

I'm comming mother...'

I should have taken my medication today....

Gotta go..

Everything comes to an end...

And so Sarah left Holland again.. Who the fuck is Sarah, do you ask? Well, Sarah Bettens.. Only the best singer/composer in the world...
It sucks to see her go.. As one of the 'stalking' fans it's never okay to see her leave...
How the hell should I stalk her in America? I mean, I live in Holland.. This sucks..
My addiction, what did you do?

Ohw yeah, my first post on my blog..
So my name is Tessa and as you just read I'm a huuuuge Sarah Bettens fan.. Furthermore I love snowboarding, playing my guitar, playing my drums and playing my bass...
I have two dogs called Sarah and Gert (weird isn't it?) and two cats named Benson and Hedges.. And ofcourse I shouldn't forget Max... Max is my kingsnake... Don't worry, he's behind glass..

Next to this I have 2 tattoo's.. 1 of a gekko.. And one is the symbol of the CD 'Almost happy' by K's choice.. I have an eyebrow piercing and love doing weird..

I'm on the streetteam of Sarah Bettens, wich means that we make PR in our neighbourhood.. (And with our neighbourhood I mean almost everywhere I come)

If my story made you interested in this wonderful girl, just look at her homepage, wich is www.sarahbettens.com ... And if you're interested in a picture.. Here's a link.. On her left is the amazing Eric.. And on her right is the always awesome Curt.. Whom we adore... http://www.sarahbettens.com/images/pics/Montreux01-small.jpg

Cheers..