Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Last tale to tell

An overdramatic goodbye.






It’s not long ago that I celebrated the fact that I had been putting thoughts feelings and stories online for about three years. And I remember hoping for many more years to come.

But things have changed since three years ago. Three years ago, my blog-page was a place where I’d release my thoughts and feelings. There where it was safe to out them. In a place where I knew it wouldn’t come back to bite me in the ass, or just to confront me. Any thought I had , that I felt I couldn’t share with others, I’d put them in my stories and share them, anonymously. I can’t do that anymore. Nowadays my blog is read by actual people who I actually know and who are close to me. In a way it feels good ‘cause I share with them the things that bother me without having to tell them in person, but on the other hand, I usually get really uncomfortable when they later confront me with what I’ve written.

Because of that I figured that if I don’t want t o be confronted with what I write by people who stand close to me, I can just as well write it down somewhere else, where nobody can read it. Where , like I apparently seem to want it , my thoughts stay my own, unless I choose otherwise.

I could choose to just not write about myself, or about things that are “personal”. But I know that, considering the fact that I’m a drama-queen, that’ll eventually lead to the demise of my blog because 95% of what I write is personal.

Maybe in the future I’ll open up some other blog, maybe I won’t , maybe I’ll just write a journal.

I know it’s basically a step back, back into my shell, back into a world with high walls back into a place where I don’t share me. But for now.. it just feels like the right thing to do, even though I sometimes still itch to drop something online…And who knows, maybe that’ll happen sometime…bye.


Monday, August 06, 2007








Light hits my face.
I turn my head a bit, but I can’t seem to get away from the light. Morning already? I slowly open my eyes and turn on my side. I look out my window.
Not morning, it’s night. It’s the moon that shine’s her light through my window at this nightly hour.

I stare at the sky, it’s clear and there’s a full moon. For some reason I get up out of my bed and walk towards the window. I put my hands against the window and put my head against it too. I stare into the sky. I’ve always marvelled at her beauty, at their beauty really, that of the sky and the moon.

I lean back a little and catch a glimpse of my own reflection in the window. The white in my eyes looks even whiter tonight. I close my eyes and enjoy the light touching my face.

I open them.. there you are.

You’re on the other side of the window. You come closer, you grab hold of me. I close my eyes again. You put your hands on my back and stroke it. You pull me closer.

You’re lips are about to touch mine…

I open my eyes while taking a huge gasp for air. I’ve woken up. The sun is warming my skin.

Morning already.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

One of those days again..







One of those days you wake up slowly and you get ready even slower…
One of those days when you can’t set a good goal for yourself.
One of those days that your sleepy and really just want to fall a sleep in the sun.
One of those days, you don’t think you look good in anything but you don’t really care either.
One of those days you just can’t manage anything..

Just one of those days…meaningless, and pointless, thank goodness for the sun…

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Three words

many more meanings …







I like you = I don’t love you, and I don’t think I ever will. I’m basically just keeping you around so I can get a good lay every once in a while.

I like you = I like you because you go along with every thing I say.

I like you = I like you because I don’t have to spend more then 15 minutes a week with you

I like you = You’re the least sucky person around this place.

I like you = Well, you don’t completely suck.

I like you = I behave like I like you, because it’s expected of me

I like you = Yeah, you’re ok.

I like you = You’re a nice/funny person and I genuinely appreciate your presence.

I like you = I like you


Saturday, July 21, 2007









You hurt me when you talk the way you did.
You put me on a pedestal,
just to kick me off again.

Now I’m not the person I was back then.
I won’t stand for it now.

I won’t wish you harm, no.
I’ll wish you well. I’ll be the better and bigger person and forgive you for your blighting ignorance.
You’ll find salvation and peace of mind some day, I hope.
When that day comes, you won’t feel the need to toy with people and their feelings and their lives. You’ll be satisfied with knowing you have your own feelings and your own life to love and be worried about. And hopefully, you will see what you’ve made some people go through and apologize.

But mind you, you should try to make that day come sooner rather then later. Because lost one, people can only bare so much and you can only resolve the problems you create by batting your eyes so many times.
Me, I’m done with it. I’m done with you. I’ll be the first.

Now you go your way, and do your thing.
Live your life and learn to enjoy your life.

I’ll try to do the same.
Have a good one!


It was fun in every way






I wake up and look at the bed on my left.
Still asleep.
I look towards the window and see the sun shining through. I look at the sky, bright and blue.
I stand up and look for your camera. When I find it I walk towards the window and point the camera at the sky.

The sky captured in time in a picture.

I open the window a bit more and sit down on the chair next to it.
Looking outside, listening to the cars passing bye and people going to work, I think about last night, or yesterday even.
We had the best and most honest talk in ages.
I think this might have been my favourite moment.

I’m happy everything was as easygoing and as uncomplicated as it was.
I had fun…my mind was at ease…

It was great!

X.







Thursday, July 05, 2007

Coming in second…






It’s the start of the race. You’re not sure You’ll be any good really, but luckily the people you brought to cheer you on build you up and tell you you’ll do great.

They stand on the sidelines clapping, screaming and shouting as the race begins. 3, 2, 1, the shot is fired and all the runners start running…
Your new found confidence lifts your feet up and caries your body passed more then half of all the other runners. This boosts your confidence even more.

A sudden state of Euphoria arises in you, one you’ve never felt when running. You never were a star at it and you never felt this good about it. This feeling pushes you to go even faster.

You see the finish and there are two people in front of you. You push yourself, you hear your people cheering and clapping, that strengthens you even more. Right before the finish you pass one of your opponents .

You finish second. You walk your exhaustion off as you look over to your cheering team. They look at you, they’re proud, they smile and put their thumbs up. You smile and bend over and try to breath a bit better.

You look up again and see your cheering team staring at the person who finished first. And you can’t help but think that they secretly wished that, that person would have been the person they came to cheer on…

On the way home they keep on talking about the one who came in first.
No real celebration of your victory on yourself, no celebration of your confidence helping you to achieve things, none of that.

They build you up and then take you down…knowingly?? Who knows...

Monday, July 02, 2007

Challenge…






I walk in on my 5 inch pumps…

Slowly, controlled, strong and elegant. The black skirt I’m wearing shapes my body into an hourglass shape, and warn with my white blouse up to my waist it makes me look like a strong businesswomen. The tie tops it all off.

I’m here on a mission, and I won’t look fat or inelegant doing it, not today I won’t.
Today I look the way I dream to be, because none of can convince me otherwise, because you’re you and I’m me.

I sit down and cross my legs elegantly and effortlessly. I sit across the table from you.
You who have challenged me.

I put my card on the table.

I wait for your response.

I look at you.

I see I’ve left the impression that that’s all I’ve got…Guess again.

My hand blows you away.

A rematch?

If you want it? Come get it…

I’ll be waiting here to effortlessly blow you away…yet again…

Monday, June 25, 2007








Well, I guess it happened , again…
I let it happen again. A little different this time, that much can be said.
But I let it happen, and so it did.

It’s hard for me to speak of love, or go further then saying, a crush.
I really just like to call it pheromones and hormones reacting with somebody else’s hormones and pheromones.
I guess it makes it a little less bad, or real even.

But which ever way I say it, or which ever way I turn it, to make it seem more organic, less important, and more like something I’ll have forgotten tomorrow,
It still feels the same…

Friday, June 22, 2007

A girl

which ever way you put it…






Every once in a while, I have to drop a bitch post.. a post in which I bitch about stuff.
Ok most of my posts are like that.

I’m a girl. I’m sure of that.
I pee sitting down and there aren’t any trunk-like organs involved in the matter.
I get my period.
I wear a bra.
I love bitching about stuff;).
I like boys.
I like being wooed by boys.
I basically enjoy being around boys. Not only because they’re boys but also because they're are so much more easy going then girls…
I sometimes (be it very rarely) wear skirts.
I wear high heals.
I love spending time with my girlfriends watching dvd’s of ‘Sex and the City’.
I have a rather high tone of voice.
I love clothes and shoes.
I love spending more money then I’ll ever own on buying clothes and shoes.
I put on mascara and eyeliner.
I love Bj’s.
I love chocolate.
I love the feeling I get from eating chocolate, and Bj’s.
I love accessories.
I love the colour purple.
I love women magazines like cosmopolitan , glamour, and vogue.

To me those things basically say “Girl” to a T, at least in my world.

SO that’s probably why I hate it so much when people say:
“Now I can never think of you as a girl anymore, I could actually say anything to you!”
“Wow, I usually never say those things to a girl.. but I don’t know, you’re not a normal girl.”
“Listen, they wouldn’t kick you if you were a normal girl right? So stop being such a guy when you’re around them!!”

But guess what?? I AM a GIRL.!

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Looky looky






I stare, it’s what I do. I stare, and I look around me. Every time I see something move in the corner of my eye, I turn my head and look. It’s just in my nature.
It doesn’t mean, I want you, that I’m trying to flirt with you or that my ultimate goal is to hump you. I just stare and look around me.

When you go from A to B , and you walk past me, I’ll turn and look at you. If you then have to go from B back to A again, and you walk past me again, there’s a big chance that I’ll turn my head again and look at you.
Note to you though: I do this a lot with, a lot of people. You don’t have to feel all special and chosen when you see me looking at you. ‘Cause truth of the matter is, it doesn’t mean shit. It doesn’t mean, I want you, that I’m trying to flirt with you or that my ultimate goal is to hump you. I just stare and look around me.
Keep this in mind.

The fact that I’m looking at this guy who accidentally happens to be your boyfriend, or that I’ve looked at him more then once today, doesn’t mean I want him, that I’ll steal him from you, or that I think he might just choose me over you. Knowing me, I know that I think that last option is pretty much impossible, but hey. I just look at people, and your boyfriend just happened to have caught my eye a few times today, but hey, so have you, and you’re not accusing me of having a crush on you now are you??

So just so everything is clear: I stare. I look around me. And 99 percent of the time I mean absolutely NOTHING by it.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Leap of faith






We walk towards a ledge. The rest is already there.
“You know what my problem is?
“What?”
“I don’t know what I want. And you know…?”
“What?”
“Usually I don’t like talking about it, or think about it even, but lately it’s been haunting me. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah I guess I see what you’re saying. Step into these braces will ya?”
“Sure. What I’m saying is, don’t you ever feel like you don’t know what to do and how to deal with life questions? I mean, I think about all this stuff but I don’t know how to get my thoughts straight.”
“Move your arms…”
“ I can’t seem to rap my brain around it in an orderly fashion. And really I spend a lot of time trying to figure out the answers to the questions that haunt me, I just can’t seem to answer them. I wonder what my purpose is, If I’m living my life the right way , if I’m headed in the right direction and if I’m not, where I ‘m supposed to go then. I wonder what I’ll end up like, if I’ll ever find “the one”, If I’ll ever find out whether this is as good as it gets. It all just confuses me , you know?”
“hmhm..”
“I mean I know I want to do something else then what I’m doing now, but I haven’t got the slightest clue as to what it is I do want . You know?!?”
“Sure. Does that feel tight to you?”
“Ehm, yeah I guess. But you see my point is that I should drastically change my life and just start over. But honestly I don’t know how, and really..”
“Right. That’s all reeeaallly interesting, and you should really tell me more about it sometime…or not of course. But unless you’re planning on talking yourself into a brand new more exciting life and way of living, I suggest we get going now. So you ready?”
“Ready? I guess, what are we going to be doing today?” I ask looking down at my feet and realising there’s a rope attached to them. He puts his hand on my back, and smirks.
“We’re bungee jumping.”

Monday, June 04, 2007

Self-evaluation






Today I realized something, or I had an epiphany. I realized , I need to be needed. I need to feel like I make a difference, and that my presence matters and that my shoes can’t be filled by just another person.

That’s why I love to be the person people trust, and talk to when they have problems and issues. That’s why I feel good when I notice they need me. I know that sounds a bit macabre but, I guess it’s the truth. And besides, I also feel good when people feel the need to tell me good things about themselves and just share happy moments with me. So I’m not an “other-peoples-drama-seeker”.

I also used to love my work, because people made me feel like I was making a difference, like I was different then the rest. I had responsibilities, I was counted on. If somebody else was sick, or orders had to be made, I’d be the one they’d call. Because they knew I’d do a good job, and make it all right. Or at least that’s what I thought. Now I’m considering the possibility that they’d call me because I’m cheap :P, Ohh well.

My need to be needed is probably the reason why whenever I do something for none other then myself, my motivation drops, I get low moral, and basically, I just do it to get it over with. Or in the worst case scenario I just don’t do it at all. Which results in me feeling shitty about how shitty I’m doing the things I was supposed to do.

Of course the reason for me only being motivated enough to do things when it’s because I feel I’m needed, and therefore feel like if I don’t do it the world will come to an end, is a result of me not really knowing what I want to do with my life what I want to achieve and what I want for me really.

Bottom line: If I feel like nobody needs me to do something, I’ll do it half ass or I’ll just not do it all.

So, what to do?
I could either create a situation in which I would be depended on all the time. A situation in which I’d never feel like I wasn’t needed, and I could create it bye getting myself knocked-up and pooping out a baby.

Or I could of course, try to , or make an attempt to, find out what the hell it is I do want for me, myself and I.

Ps: me feeling the need to be needed doesn’t come forth out of the goodness of my angelic soul, it comes forth out of low self esteem and the feeling that If I’m not needed by others , they probably just hate me and really if that’s the case, what am I hear for then?

Sunday, June 03, 2007

‘Chickened out of love ?’Scratch that

more like chickened out of life…






I’ve written about this plenty of times, And I’ll write about it plenty more until I finally take that self-esteem class...

I ‘m scared of going to peoples houses I’ve never been to be for. Why? Because I don’t know what the other people who live there will think of me, and whether they’ll like me.

I’m not too into going to party’s where I don’t know many people for the same reason as stated above.

I’m not into wearing clothes that are “different” because well, what will people think of me? Will they think I’m cool because I’m not afraid to be different? Or will they think I look like a fool and point, stare and laugh at me??

I’m not into change, cause god forbid anything turn out less good then it is now. Of course there’s a chance that things will improve, but there’s always a chance that things will get worse. So I’m sticking to everything as I know it.

I’m scared of going out to clubs. Now this is something I rarely admit, because it’s very uncool and it kind of means I think other people think I’m a geek or something. I’m scared of going out to clubs, because I’m afraid of getting denied access to the clubs at the front door. Now I know that that’s ridiculous, considering the fact that I have been out numerous times and I’ve only been denied access to one joint, where I was denied because I was 18 while I had to be 21 to get in.

I ‘m afraid of singing in a small crowed because then I can see the judgement on peoples faces, then it’s so intimate and close that I feel so exposed. I much rather stand on a stage and perform then be in a living room in front of 4 people.

I’m scared of sharing my feelings face to face, because I can’t deal with people possibly judging me, telling me things I know but don’t want to hear, telling me things I know and need to hear, and thinking I’m a complete woos.

I’m a chicken, and I reallllllly need to do something about my self-confidence cause this just doesn’t make any sense at all.


Saturday, June 02, 2007









I would love to say that it was just another hello, from just another person.

I would love to say that it was a hello that didn’t mean that much to me

I would love to say that the feeling I had after saying hi to you , walking by you and feeling your hands padding me on my arms was caused by me neglecting to eat enough, not sleeping enough and overall just not feeling all to well

I would love to say that me being ‘short-ish’ of breath and me being very aware of the air going past my mouth, through my windpipe, into my lungs and back again, had nothing to do with the fact that I hadn’t seen you for a while…

No buts…


Thursday, May 31, 2007

Bad hangovers







“Hello, ***** speaking.”
“I need you here.”
“Excuse me?!”
“I need you to be here , and tell me everything will work out fine…”
“Excuse me, who is this!!??”

I hang up the phone, realizing I just called a complete random number and begged for direction, comfort, help. Whatever you want to call it really.
I role over my bed and toss my phone on it somewhere. I open my eyes and move my hand around to find it again. Ohh what’s the use.

I turn around and grab the bottle that’s beside my bed. I take a sip, and another. I don’t know which hand’s got hold of the bottle, my right or my left. Silly thing to worry about at this moment isn’t it?
I open my eyes again and stare at the sealing, it’s turning and going in circles. Ahh f*ck I hate it when I feel this way. I try to sit up and stare into the mirror. I see a distorted image of a person that reminds me of myself. With dark lines under her eyes. I grab one of the tissues on my bed, and try to wipe away what looks like running mascara from crying. Everything starts twirling and whirling again. I fall over and hit my head into my pillow, the tissue falls out of my head and I suddenly become very aware of the fact that I’m breathing. I drift off into nothingness and all of a sudden, somewhere in the distance I hear something that sounds like it might be my ringtone. It brings me back. I open my eyes yet again and drag my body towards the shower…Wash it all away…

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

I’m going where I’m going…


But where should I go ?






I know I have a blessed life. I’ve got many friends, I’ve got enough good friends. I’ve got a loving family, a roof over my head, food in my stomach, and some on my hips and ass.
I’ve got everything that I need. And more.

I’m blessed.

I’ve known many happy moments. More then I could possibly count. I think that I’m a happy person.
But there’s one thing that keeps popping up in my mind. One thing that keeps me wondering. One thing I’d sometimes really rather not wonder about because I can never seem to find an answer for it.

What do I want with my life? What do I want my life to be like? What are my goals? What do I really want to do?

It seems that every time I face reality and realise I’m not on the right track that I get forced to think about it…

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Getting chickened out of love






‘You were caught embracing him passionately… would you care to explain that ??
No no, we’re just friends.. really…
Damn, why don’t you just admit you like him and make a move already…’


Sometimes peoples gutlessness embarrasses me, and disappoints me.
I was talking to a friend , a male friend this time. He told me he was into this girl and he had been for quite some time, but he said he was going to wait a little longer to make a move on her. Just until he was sure it was mutual.
I told him that there was no way he could possibly be 100% sure that she was as in to him as he was in to her.

And I had a vision on how the scenario would play itself out, because I’ve been there before, and other people had shared with me there similar stories.
He would not make a move, which would give her the impression that he wasn’t interested. And her response on that fact would be to move on. So basically they would not end up together. Such a shame, because well, if he does make a move he actually has a chance of ending up with her.
Sure she could turn him down, and say: “Well I’m sorry , but I’m not that interested in you”.
But if he doesn’t ask , or share his feelings, he can be pretty sure that he’ll never know what she thinks of him. Am I right??

I know this is nothing new. And I know I’m not making any big statements or going out on a limb. But every time people tell me stories like this I’m amazed. I don’t understand why so many people seem to be like me and get “chickened” out of love, or the possibility for it.

I think many of us miss out on love because we want to be sure the other person feels the same. Basically in order to minimize the chance of getting hurt. When the truth is, in love there are no certainties, and well, hurting in love and feeling deliriously happy in love, are very close to one and other. So really, it’s a risk you have to take…
It’s a choice you have to make between, either taking the risk of getting hurt and ending up in love, or not taking the risk of getting hurt, being sure that you’re heart stays in tact, but ending up alone…

I’d say , go for it !

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Get up…






I was rooting for some sunshine today..
Praying even, and I’m not Christian.
My prayers weren’t answered…
It’s cloudy when I open my eyes , and try to figure out how I ended up on the wrong side of my bed. My head’s supposed to be on the other end.

Today is going to be different, It has to be.
Never mind the sun not shining. Never mind it not being warm.
Never mind the fact that the world looks at least as shitty as I’m feeling.
Never mind all of that.

I want to have a good day, a fun day. Not a “lets-do-nothing-again-day”.
The truth is, I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not minding me not doing anything. I’m sick of me not studying enough, and I’m sick of me just laying around all day.
Today Is going to be a good day.

I’m going to do stuff, fun stuff and less fun stuff, but I’m going to do stuff…
At least…I hope…

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Surprise me







Rap me in your arms,
show me the world
surprise me,
dazzle me,
take me where I need to go, where I need to be

I want to be surprised bye you
if not every day, then every once in a while
But first I need to know where to go…

I want to be surprised bye you
And not be caught in this numb state of regularity,
Boredom, and this feeling of being hypnotised bye
Everything around me…

I want to live, I want to love life and be loved bye it!

Friday, May 11, 2007

Message to not so friendy friend






There are a lot of things I hate about you, or at least dislike about you.
I used to see you a lot, and get annoyed with you’re unsocial attitude, your sarcasm and harshness that in some cases would have even been to much for Hans Teeuwen to handle.
I’d get annoyed bye it, but it also rubbed off on me, at least bits of it.

Nowadays, I don’t talk to you that often, I see you even less and guess what?? I don’t really like that.
At one point you were part of the family, at one point you were my parents third child, almost. At one point my parents actually didn’t feed you because they thought you weren’t getting fed at your own house, but because you were family and family members are supposed to leave our house sickeningly stuffed. You leaving the house sickeningly stuffed hasn’t happened yet, but that’s just because you’ve got a crazy appetite. Hell, you eat more then my brother does. But lets make one thing clear, it at least wasn’t because of our lack of food but our lack of time that kept you from leaving completely stuffed.

I miss that.
I miss you leaving almost stuffed. I miss you, my brother and me making music every other Sunday. I miss us play fighting. I miss ordering Chinese from the funny woman on the other side of the telephone line who could never say your street name correctly, when the three of us were at your place.
Our relationship with you has reduced to us watching you sipping on your Malibu at birthday parties and worrying whether you’ve almost had enough…

Yesterday I got home, my head was feeling like a truck drove over it. Migraine. I got home, kissed my parents goodnight and went to bed. And this evening, this evening that I was in pretty mind-blowing pains, literally, I dreamt of you.
I dreamt that I was cleaning my room, and my brother came bye. I heard him shouting from downstairs saying he had a surprise for me. I opened my bedroom door and heard what I thought was your voice. And then you came walking up the stairs and said ‘hello there’. And honestly I was quite happy to see you. You gave me a hug and actually asked how I was doing.

Now I know that could only happen in a dream world. You being the sarcastic, somewhat sceptic, not sociable , but in some ways funny and likeable sorry excuse for a friend that you are. But it would be nice for you to show your face sometimes.

I know your not like that, I know it’s not that you don’t want to be but you’re just not. I know that you don’t try to forget to call me or my mom or my brother, you simply don’t remember. Your just not so thoughtful when it comes down to it.

Nevertheless, it would be nice.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Relationship gone bed…







It’s all to much now.
I feel like I have to say something because well, you don’t really seem to care.

We used to have such a good relationship, you used to know what I needed, and gave me just that.
We fitted, we matched. You and me together was just, right.
We spent endless nights together, after going out, after working late. You and me, we were as close to perfect as I’ve ever been.
The ones before you just don’t compare.

And really I still hold you in high esteem. But lately I feel like I’m the only one who’s putting in the effort, who’s trying to make it work. I feel I’m the only one in this relationship who’s trying to make us fit again. And I know you’ve changed, so have I, but still I can’t just accept the fact that you’ve been giving me pains, that you haven’t been fulfilling my needs. That our nights together are hollow shells of what they used to be, and that I spend them lying awake, hurt and thinking about where it all went wrong. Because really, sometimes even breathing makes me feel the pain. The littlest things I do make me think of you and our relationship and how it has gone bad.

I want our balance back, I want our state of almost perfect back.

I know three years is a lot, especially when you’re as young as I am, and in bad shape like you are. But something as good as we had, shouldn’t be thrown away just like that…

But on the other hand, I could also just buy a new bed and put you outside with the rest of the trash. Hmm.. there’s a good Idea !







When drinks have people…






When people have drinks they:

- Start laughing over silly things
- Start talking easier then they usually do
- Start talking louder then they usually do
- Start acting funny
- Start getting huggy
- Start telling secrets
- Overall start being, more sociable, and more honest people then when they’re sober

When drinks have people however, people:

- Start spitting when they talk
- Start getting frisky
- Start acting like they think they’re being funny
- Start falling a sleep in the middle of sentences
- Start kissing people they won’t remember the next morning
- Start walking around and falling a sleep outside in the grass
- Start making up things that make no sense whatsoever
- They overall start acting like bloody fools…

I don’t like it when drinks have people.
People who have drinks are more fun.


Monday, May 07, 2007

Confession booth







You’re the weird one, I discuss with nobody…

You’re the weird one I mention on my blog/ in my confession booth, and then casually brush off when people try to discuss you with me.

“Who’s the weird one??”

I don’t do live shows when it comes to you.

Cause you’re who you are, and the way you are.

The way you make me feel can change in a flash.
The one moment I feel like I’m floating, the next I feel like I’m just another person..
Granted, you never make me feel like shit, at least not when I’m not hormonal and I can look at the world like a normal person.
But still, the way you can seem to want me the one minute and not care if I’m there the next, doesn’t work for me.

So off course My mind has already decided that you and me will never happen. Hell, I wrote that down quite some time ago. Even though you made me feel like I was floating just the other day, I’m able to make that decision rationally. Because I know I deserve better then to be yo-yoed up and down.But of course for the rest of me, never means, not now, not until you make it undoubtedly clear that you want me.

When and if that happens, I’ll decide what to do with you…

Till then…no pressure…;)

X.







Sunday, May 06, 2007

The downfall of memory..







I remember so vividly

I hold on to it, that memory

A good memory it is…like it was yesterday..

The problem: Holding on to it…to much..

I’ve got the tendency to hold on to memory’s to much,
to remember and thereby relive them to well,
to repeat one moment over and over again…

A good writer wrote about how one is able to freeze one moment in time forever, if one wants to freeze it badly enough…

and that’s a beautiful thing, but also a tricky thing…

I usually get sucked into a loop where I keep remembering that thing I really don’t want to forget. But me trying to hold on to that memory keeps me from making new ones…
It kinda takes me out of this world and in to the world that used to be…

The downfall of my vivid memory’s…but still, they’re so good…

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Fate…






He who seeks shall never find..
Because he who seeks , is running from his past,
Therefore, he who seeks, is making his future impossible.

He who seeks shall never find..
For his impatience to find the future and what is meant for him,
will end up leading him away from that what is destined to be for him…and bring him closer to what’s not…


Now that is one way to look at it…


Saturday, April 21, 2007

three years…






April 21st 2004

That was the first day I wrote. An entry on a web log that is off course.
That was the first day I wrote down what was going on in my head.

I took some time too look at some of my blogs. And I started with the first off course. Really that wasn’t all that interesting, just me trying to be witty and telling some kinda non important things about my day and stuff. As I went through the entries I’ve made, it’s kinda funny to see how I’ve changed, and gotten to know more of myself and the way I think and work really.

Off course I still got lots to learn, but it’s still nice to see that I have changed, not only in the way I think, but also in the way I write. And it’s good to see that because I always think everything around me changes but I always stay the same. So now I’ve got proof I don’t.

In three years, which have probably been the three most hormonally influenced years of my life, I’ve been through a lot. Not a lot of dramatic things but I’ve mentally passed a lot of things…Boys, crushes, school, music, my life, where it’s going, and the way I felt and sometimes still feel suffocated with the way the world and my life and society is, friends, family, the way they make me feel, what they mean to me, gaining stuff, loosing stuff, gaining people, loosing people, acknowledging my faults, trying to better my ways, me feeling up, me feeling down, me taking care of my body, me struggling with it. So many things…

Really I’m glad I had the opportunity to write all those things down and reflect on them and put them into perspective. I’m really glad I was in some way able to share things that I wouldn’t share with people face to face, scared of being perceived as a weak person. I’m glad I was able to get it all out, that way I’ve got a smaller chance of turning in to a total psychopath.

So I hereby congratulate myself with my three year anniversary of blogging!

I hope it’ll have the effect that I hope it will have.

Cheers, and to many more!

X, your provider of many mentally disturbed confessions throughout the passed three years.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

When it’s right,

I guess it’s just right…







Usually I hate couples.
Not old and married couples. Those couples usually either fall out of love and stay together out of habit and say : “we’re like brother and sister nowadays”, or they actually stay in love and keep surprising each other with little and big things to keep the fire burning.
I prefer the latter, but the first usually also doesn’t get up in my face to bother me, so I can live with them too.

I hate the young couples, couples my age. The first few weeks are fine, and ok. They’re all in love and stuff and kissy, kissy and lovey dovey. And even though some people overdo it, I can deal with that, cause happy people are a good thing. But after that, I usually just can’t stand them. Cause usually those couples are awfully disturbed. One is always bossing around the other, and if not they just stay together because of the pleasure they get out of it if you know what I mean. They usually hardly discuss things, and I mean real things, things that matter. They just leave issues unresolved and kiss and make up as if that would make the issues go away. They complain to everybody but their partners about what stupid things their partners do and how much they can’t stand it. And really there’s usually a complete lack of mutual understanding, respect and intense and honest love.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not such a romantic that I think functional couples discuss every little detail and share their feelings and sing kumbaya every single day. I know they don’t, but is it really weird to expect something even slightly along those lines??

Never mind that question, I’ve already got the answer.

There are many couples I really can’t stand, and which I therefore don’t envy. And there are some couples, two to be exact, which I can’t envy, because they’re just right, they just fit. Or at least that’s what it seems like. In these two relationships when there’s a dispute, it gets settled behind closed doors, both people are respected and treated as thinking and feeling human beings, nobody seems whooped by the other. In these relationships problems are discussed and laughed about when solved. Also I’m pretty sure they do the kiss and make up thing, but only after the matter has been solved.

Maybe I’ve got it wrong, maybe they don’t do all this, maybe they’re just like the rest of them. Maybe they don’t discuss things, and maybe one of them has got the other one whooped. I don’t know, but these couples just fit, they’re just right. They’re an example to the rest of us. And really I’m happy to have them as my role models:). And really I hate to be gushing about them, but I just had to write it off… Sorry for bothering;)

Friday, April 06, 2007

Love…






If I were to approach the value love as such, a value, one we cherish o such an extent that we are willing to devote our life’s happiness to it, a value in which we believe so much that we are willing to put our lives in its hands, if I were to approach that rationally or in some eyes negatively, I’d have to say the entire concept is completely illogical.

Because if we were to approach the concept of love rationally, and I’d strip it sown to what it rationally seen is, It would be no more then a name for, or a validation of, the relationship between two people, which is basically formed by hormones and other biochemical reactions. It would seem that the only reason for our belief in love would indeed merely be to validate our relationships, give meaning to them and creating a sense of there being something other then what we can grasp with our minds or brains, and therefore idealising it.

What it would come down to is that the concept of love is an illusion.
Because for example, I could be civil to everybody, if I wished to be. To my mom, as well as to that guy across the street. However, my relationship with my mom is different to that of me and the guy across the street, in that my mom should, according to society and biology feel the need to provide and take care of me. Now we’d like to ascribe her need to do so to the concept of love, but if it indeed is love, then are animals capable of loving to? Animals take care of their young, they teach them how to live and so on. But in their case we call it instinct. So I ask you: Love, or simple equations and laws of physics and nature?
I could reproduce with any willing man, technically. With that guy across the street, or with the guy I call mine. However, my relationship with the man I know and call mine is different to that of me and the guy across the street in that I know and trust the guy I call mine, because he has proven to be worthy of my trust through trial. But honestly, the guy across the guy across the street could be a trustworthy person too, and he could prove he was if given the opportunity. The real difference is this, me and the man I call mine have, as we like to say, ‘clicked’. Which means as much as that our pheromones connected, and worked well together. Is that love, or just a simple equation of laws of physics and nature?
Animals select their mates too, by body odour and lots of other biological markings of each individual animal. So do they love too?

If I’d still be approaching this rationally, I’d say that this Illusion of love is present but without any real use or necessity. Because well, we know all this.

As I stated before, this view on, or approach to love would however be considered quite negative by your average person or romantic. And considering the fact that I see myself as at least one of both, I would have to say that I highly disagree with this rather organic , “rational” approach to our concept of love, which is based solely on biology and in now way explores our mind and that what makes us humans, our ability to show, have and feel emotions in different degrees. Because of this our value of what was prior referred to as the illusion of love can’t be summarised and reduced to a simple biological equation. True, animals groom their young, but in a lot of cases they wouldn’t die for them , if they probably would die trying to save them. Humans do. True animals select partners, but they wouldn’t give their life for them, or take longer then the mating season to find one. Humans would.

Perhaps animals are the rational ones in this case, and we aren’t. But it’s not because we don’t want to be, it’s because we can’t be, we’re incapable. Love overcomes our ratio, not because we want it to , or let it, but because it just does.

Love is what drives us. We aren’t trying to validate her, she is part of us, And that’s the truth. And really , the obvious truth needs no defence of any kind.

So…Let’s celebrate love!

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Not caring that much, turned into agressiveness

Want a piece of me?!?!







I’m probably just hormonal, but scrue it !

Today was just to much! It was the last drop (for now of course).. I’ve had it!

It was one ‘Well, ok fine by me’ to many, one ‘pulled up shouldders’to many, one to many of all of the carelessness’. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!!!!

To much , just to much!

I walked home, alone. Somebody asked me today: “Hey girl, why are you always so cheery?! You’re never angry, or cranky.”
Little did she know I had been getting worked up more and more throughout the evening. “I’m just a happy person” I responded.

When I got outside I was alone and I could just let it out, my anger that was. I wanted to scream but I somehow couldn’t. I was angry, and I knew I really had no right to be, but god damn it I was angry…
I kept on walking thinking in words, harsh words inside my head, Inside I was screaming. An occasional fuck slipped out of my mouth every once in a few steps, and I kept making my hands into fists.

A guy was walking towards me. And secretly I wished that he would bother me so I’d have a good reason to really punch somebody, and punch them good. But he didn’t he, just passed me in the same steady and quick pace as I passed him.
I kept walking and I saw three guys coming closer, but I was still kind of rapped up in screaming f*ck on the inside, and I was kinda convinced that they would do the same as the guy who approached me earlier, just pass me. I kept F*cking on, as they came closer.
“Little girl, you shouldn’t be walking outside by yourself at night, a specially not a pretty little thing like you …”
I looked at them like I wanted to punch them right then and there, So I did the stupid thing and hissed at them. Luckily my legs kept on carrying me home, because they started walking ridiculously slow and they kept on turning around. And If I’d have listened to the angry part of my brain, I would have walked towards them and provoked them even more. I guess they figured, she’s not worth our time and trouble. I would have figured the same…But somewhere I really wished somebody would get in my face so I'd have a good reason to be mean and kick and punch their lights out...

So I wasn’t done with my own stupidness yet.. I really wanted to punch somebody, hell I still do. Even though I’m much calmer now, although the swollen vanes on my hands seam to disagree. I kept on walking home, still shouting f*ck still making my hands into fists , and still punching one hand into the other…I needed to vent, this feeling inside me had to go somewhere…It just had to…

So before I got in, a tear rolled over my cheek. Release…

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Shitty…






I got off work a little bit early today.. earlier then usual, but still late. I got outside, and the wind was cold. I took off my scarf to really feel it. I untied my hair, and let it blow in the wind… I must have looked like Diana Ross. I walked past this gentleman, a fairly nice looking gentle, but I didn’t bother to look less shitty, or a little more human-like. I just walked on…


I got to this open space, and I started slowing down. I usually walk really fast, especially during the night and I’m alone. But tonight I just slowed down my pace. I threw my head back and watched the stars threw my hair which was being blown into my face…a beautiful sight.

I didn’t really feel like going home yet, but I knew I had nowhere else to go. I think that might have been the reason I slowed down my pace. I opened my jacket a little, I wanted to feel the wind blow threw me…I got to a road I had to cross, but I didn’t bother looking to see if I could cross it freely, or whether I’d be run over by a car going 40 miles an hour. I got lucky I guess, seeing as how I’m now at home writing some things down…

At one point on my usually 5 minute trip home I just felt the need to not get home, in such a way, that I just sat down on the sidewalk. I sat down, and thought about what was bothering me, what had been bothering me for the last couple of days, and I thought about nothingness, and about running away, about going to the river and just clearing my head, about hopping on a train to nowhere and about a lot of other things I think. I was just done with it all. With my day, with myself, wit it all. And at the end of it all, I just wanted to be gone.. away from here, like I have wanted before.

Lately I’ve been feeling shitty, and because of it, I have to get away…

Friday, March 30, 2007

Words that don’t apply to me:







Passion : It’s a great word, and I guess it means something like, loving something so much that you really want to pursue it or in case your passion is for a person, then you want to pursue that person. I’ don’t think it’s applicable to me, at least not at the moment, Yeah I like a lot of things, like music, and dancing, they make me happy, but does that mean I have a passion for them? Hardly. I still have to find my passion.

Love : I wouldn’t know that if it hit me in the face. I don’t think or know whether I can say I’ve ever been in for-real- not-stops-all-the-way-threw-love. I wish I had, but maybe me wanting a taste of non-single life is just a case of the grass is greener…

Hot : When I say hot, I mean, “Wow, she’s hot!” I had a conversation with somebody about this matter, and it’s true that I honestly can’t imagine anybody finding me drop dead gorgeous, or hot. I simply can’t, although I know that can be worked at.

Studious : Don’t get me wrong , I love learning new things, I just don’t like or can’t deal with the Idea of having to know a certain amount of information in a certain amount of time and there being consequences bound to me not actually knowing the information on time. I know a lot of people have this problem, but most of them eventually do end up trying to get some of the info in on time. Nowadays I find myself just not studying at all anymore.. I just, don’t.

Really there are so many things (even things of meaning) not applicable to me…But I can’t deal with it all at once. Hell I might get depressed :P
So for now, this’ll have to do.

Complicated creature







Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down.
Sometimes you’re high, sometimes you’re low.
I can’t read you, and it annoys the crap out of me.

Normally I ‘m pretty good at reading people, at least up to a certain extent. Me being the drama queen that I am , I usually over analyse things and peoples actions, in such a way that I confuse myself and therefore am unable to read them.

But you, I just don’t get, plane and simple. You’re aggressive one minute and al funny the next.
Hell, you’ve got mood swings like a pregnant lady.
I mean , you’re ok and all, I can even say I’ve taken quite a liking to you,

But god damn, you are one complicated creature.


Plus none






My last post created the illusion that I had fallen in love.
For the record, I haven’t, I’m not even smitten. At most, I’m slightly intrigued by somebody, but even that is to insignificant to mention.
So for now, you’ll all have to settle for me coming to party’s plus none.

Peace people!





Thursday, March 29, 2007

Things you ask yourself…


When you fall in love for the first time…






Why can I practically say antything to people I hardly know, and can’t I say hi to you?

Why is it that I can join the freaking freehugs-movement and give hundreds of hugs to all kinds of freaks on the street but when it comes to you, I get shy, I don’t know where to put my arms and I just don’t know?

Why do I get kissed on the cheek by many people as a greeting or in celebration of something and be completely fine, but when you give me one kiss on my cheek I remember that and savour tha? Hell I even catch myself stroking the part on my cheek you kissed…

Why is it that when in class we have to make a big circle and I only remember who’s hand I held when it’s yours?

Why is it that me and my classmates can play tag but when your it, I can’t but run into you so you tag me?

Why is it that everything with you is different??

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

I should’ve asked you and you should’ve told me…







“Hey girl”, he said with his semi-low voice.
“Yes”, I replied. I turned around and looked at him. “wassup?”
He looked at me, he paused, and then he said:”No nevermind, I was gonna say something, but on second thought, I’ll just not say anything.”

I turned around like I didn’t really care whether he told or asked me what he wanted to tell or ask me. But really all kinds of things popped into my head which made me wanna know:
“Yeah you know, when you say you’re fat? And I say you’re not? I was wrong and you’re right, you are fat. And you can really tell from this angle.”

When that thought crossed my mind I took a few steps away from him and I started putting on my black jacket. And as I was buttoning it up another thought crossed my mind:
“Come a little closer, a little closer, just a tad bit closer…yeah you’re right, you are extremely hairy and I guess you do have more facial hair then your average 16 year old boy.”

A chill ran down my spine… I hated you for not saying what you wanted to say, and making me feel this insecure, But really I hated myself for letting myself get all ‘insecure-16-year-old-girl’ on my self.

If all these people weren’t here to witness our conversation I would have pressed you and pushed you to tell me what was on your mind. I would have forced you to say what you wanted. But those people were there, and so I didn’t.

And no I’m going to keep wondering whether it would have been something I’d like to hear, or not. I should have asked…Then I wouldn’t have to wonder, then I’d know..

Saturday, March 24, 2007

High I’m drop dead gorgeous, who are you??








You know I like gorgeousness, and cuteness. Very much even. But it seems to me, too much of what you like can get annoying.

Do you know ‘I’m to gorgeous to mention’ and ‘cuteness in all stars’?? I do and I think they’re best friends, because every time I see one of them , the other one seems to pass me by a few seconds or minutes later. And half of the time I see them together, minding their own business, not bothering anybody and casually nodding at people with a ‘yeah-I’m-so-normal-I-just-casually-nod-to-everybody-I-see-looking-at-me-that’s-how –friendly-I-am’- Kind of way about them.

I see them when I go to school, standing across from me in the subway.
I see them when I look dreadfully washed out trying to make my way back home after school.
I see them when I hang out with my brother, in the subway with their nieces being all cute and stuff.
I see them when I go out ridiculously early in the morning for a run, in order to not run into ANYBODY.
Hell I even see them in Leiden which is like miles away from their normal habitat, sitting across from me in the train and smiling at me in a complete ‘Don’t-worry-I-don’t-mean-anything-by-it-I’m-just-being-sociable- way’.
And just look who’s All stars decided to make him cross my path, when I’m scurrying off to work because I’m dressed horribly and I’m on the verge of being late? That’s right, It’s mister ‘cuteness in all stars’. And I already know what it means when he passes me. It means that mister ‘I’m to gorgeous to mention’ is probably on is way over here to.

A lovely word a friend of mine once used, “eye-candy”, that’s what they are. But to much candy is eventually gonna make you noxious. And I can’t say I’m exactly noxious , but I am a bit frustrated I guess:P:P

Sudden state of euphoria







You know that feeling when you see a jar of Bj’s? And you start imagining what it tastes like? And you already know it’s going to be divine when you have that first bite. And you start actually tasting it? That’s torture right??

But the feeling afterwards, when you actually DO take that first bite, and you savour it. That feeling of endorphin turned into euphoria is great right? Ok hold on to that feeling.

Yesterday, I had that feeling, but I didn’t have Bj’s or anything similar. I was just suddenly taken over by this euphoric feeling, this euphoric state. I don’t know how, or why, but I was.

I guess it must have been triggered by something…but I’m not sure what by. It dazzles me.

I kept catching my self smiling over nothing and just overall feeling delightfully happy. It was to weird to mention. Even while working, I just kept smiling like a 3 year old with a lolly-pop.

To weird, but also to great to mention…

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Every single day








I once wrote a little peace about how I blew a chance I got, and how I’d probably never get a second chance to do it over and to do it right, because life isn’t full of second chances.
And well, I was right.

The truth is, you DON’T get second chances that often,

I never got the second chance to tell that person I though he was the one
I never got the second chance to say my goodbye’s differently
I never got the second chance to say I was sorry for what I’d done
I never got the second chance to go back and do it all over, and do it right

Those unused opportunities will be the lessons and wisdom I take with me on this life’s journey.

And I’ll need them.
‘Cause last night, when I was all tired and headache-ish and annoyed with my neglect to take care of myself, a couple of words popped into my head.

“Every morning that you open your eyes and you realise you’re still alive, is a second chance at life.”

I don’t know where those words came from, but I sure know or believe they’re true.
Every single time, I live to see the morning, I get a second chance to better my life, to make the best of prior mistakes, to take care of myself to look at who I was the day before and change, and better that person.

I get a second chance at life.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Ohh no you didn’t!!!









“Ohh no winch, you did not just call me a b*tch and a liar to my face!! Now You know that’s gonna cost ya!!”

I step up to her and slap her across the face. She looks at me in total ahh…
But then her face turns into this mean ‘Oh- no- you-didn’t-look’.
She comes towards me and tries to slap me to, but I duck and grab her arm. She pinches my other underarm with her free hand. And she really tries to push her nails into my flesh.
I can feel it burning, and I can feel the bacteria entering my body and festering in it. I push out the pain. Not today bitch, today you won’t have me.

I let go of her arm and grab her hair and I pull it down. And like magic she lets go of my arm. Her head is pulled towards the ground, but she doesn’t seem to like it. So she starts kicking me.
Now I’m not a big fan of kicking so I keep hold of her hair, but push her back. I take a couple deep breaths, during which I decide what to do with this peace of crap who’s hair I’m holding. She screams like a cat that got thrown into water and then road over by a truck.

I pull her towards me and she throws her arms around me and starts hitting my back. I let go of her hair and grab her waste. I figured my knee was close enough to her stomach, so I started smashing it into her stomach. I finally stopped doing it, because her nails and her hands constantly hitting and scratching my back was starting to burn a bit and I figured she probably had had enough of my knee hitting her stomach too.

She stepped back and she was breathing heavily, as was I. Apparently cat fighting takes a lot out of you.
Anyway, I looked up at her as I was touching my back, I was bleading…And my grumpy hormonal self, who had been about done with this semi-cat fight, didn’t quite appreciate that.
“You b*atch!!!”I screamed, and ran towards her and started slapping her across the face, pulling her hair and scratching her and punching her, with my fists. She pushed me and tried to slap me to, but I didn’t notice anymore. It had gotten red before my eyes…

The last thing I remembered was her lying on the floor with her nose bleading, and my hands and my face red, and sore from slapping, punching and scratching her…I had broken her nose..

Well that should teach her, don’t mess with me, especially when I ‘m grumpy and hormonal at the same time:)


Monday, February 26, 2007

I took my sweet time

but…








I finally did it.


Did I do it well? No not exactly..
Did I do it not half bad? Not even close..
The truth is, I basically sucked ass…

But the point is, I did it. I finally went running, and you know what?
That makes me feel pretty damn good about myself.
Never mind the fact that tomorrow I’ll probably be stuffing my face again, and that it’ll probably take me another month or three to go running again, cause well, I ran today.
And nobody can take that away from me. The sense of satisfaction, the fatigue in my legs, the small ache in my chest and the light feeling in my head, I’ll remember them, and each time I do, I’ll feel great about it.
And who knows, the memory of this euphoric feeling I’ve got right now, might motivate me to run again sometime soon and maybe then I won’t completely suck ass;)…

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Mommy?

Why does daddy wear a dress ?








“Mommy?”
“Yes dear?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Off course you can…”
“Well, I was kinda wondering, why does daddy always wear a dress?”
“Ohh silly girl, daddy just feels more comfortable in those clothes.”
“But mommy?”
“Yes dear?”
“Aren’t those clothes meant for girls?”
“Well you see, those clothes are really for anybody who feels like wearing them, and some men feel like they need to wear those clothes in order to feel more confidant and stronger.”
“Well does daddy think he’s a woman then?”
“No, no, daddy doesn’t think he’s a woman. He knows he’s a man, that’s just his clothing style.”
“Mommy?”
“Yes….”
“Why does daddy always wear a matching hat?”
“Because he thinks it completes his look.”
“And why do his shoes always match the rest of his outfit?”
“Because your daddy has great eye for detail.”
“Well is daddy gay then?”
“Ha ha, no dear he’s not gay. It’s not just gay men who have eye for detail.”

“But mommy?”
“Yes dear, what is it?”
“Well, I can understand that he feels more comfortable wearing those “type of clothes” and a matching hat, and that he has great eye for detail, and I even understand that he wants to wear a pair of shorts underneath those clothes to prevent chafing, but there’s still one thing I don’t get.”
“What dear?”
“I just don’t understand why the shorts he wears underneath the dress have to sit so low that you can see his underwear…”

“Oh but baby, don’t you get it, Daddy’s an OG.”
“A what?? “
“An Original Gangster… He doesn’t wear dresses, he wears jerseys and shorts, gangster style…”

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Bakin, bakin, bakin away…





Sunlight hits my face…I open one of my eyes, slowly. I see my cover on the floor beside my bed and I’ve got my face smashed into my pillow. It’s morning, early in the morning that is.
I push the upper part of my body up and try to find my phone, I need to know how early in the morning it is. I damn near fall off my bed reaching for my cell that’s laying on the floor next to my bed. I open my other eye and look at the screen: “08.46” . Well I guess it’s not that early, but it is that early for a day off…
I role myself back into bed and I turn on to my back. The sky seems blue today. I turn on to my side and stare out of the window, if I’m not mistaken I’m actually hearing birds sing. Wow, the sound of those birds combined with the sunlight shining on my face makes me feel like it’s spring. I catch myself smiling, closing my eyes again and enjoying the warmth of the sun. Time to get up, I’ve got a long day ahead of me.
I get up and straighten my pyjama, while pulling my pyjama pants up, I feel how sore my back is from pushing around heavy containers yesterday. Sucky. I pick up my mp3-player, hang it around my neck and start walking downstairs. Halfway down the stairs I start wondering where the excruciating pain in my calf is coming from. Ohh, that’s right, I had cramps yesterday, and I’m still suffering its effects today… Ohh well I’ll just have to suck it up and get on with it.
Ahh, the kitchen, in all of its glory, it’s ready for the heavy task that lies on my shoulders. I’m going to make tiny salty tuna-pie’s today. With the aching back and calf, I’m really not that up for it, but the thought of the joy of cooking makes me forget my old people pains. I put in my earplugs and turn on my mp3-player. Let’s get this show on the road!

5 hours, all great songs on my mp3-player, 4 and a half packages of foam paste and 71 tiny salty tuna-pie’s later, I sit down. My back is locked up, I can’t move my legs and I’ll probably be unable to move my arms tomorrow because of all the foam paste rolling…I hate the pain I’ll have tomorrow, but I love what I’ve created. 71 little bites of heaven. Made with passion, love and devotion. I love baking, it makes me forget about everything…

Hell, I’ve been so rapped up I think I forgot to eat…

Monday, February 12, 2007

Go with the flow..









Lately I’ve been struggling to find words, words to express how I feel.
I know, I’m no writer, I’m not fooling anybody. Maybe I’m not even a blogger in the true sense, however lame that may sound. Nevertheless I try to make sense of my thoughts, words and feelings.
I try to put myself into words, and on paper, so I can see for my self. So I can make sense of it all.

Lately I haven’t been able too, maybe it’s because lately I’ve been trying so desperately to exploit the writers talent I don’t have in order to create something so brilliant and mind-blowing that it all seamed either nice at first site and shit in the end, or just trashcan-worthy-shit straightaway.

I guess that’s why lately I haven’t been able too put my thoughts into words anymore, because I try to god damn hard. Because I try to hard to create this perfect picture. The truth is though, my thoughts are almost never perfectly balanced, so to think that I could fit them into cute little entertaining and good story’s is just foolish.

My thoughts aren’t organized, and not all of them, hell a lot of them, won’t cut it in a good story. But I should just keep in mind that this hole scene, this hole writing down my thoughts thing, is to help me. It’s to help me understand myself, my motifs and why I do or don’t do the things I do and don’t do in my life…

I shouldn’t try so hard, it should come natural. I should just go with the flow when it comes to my thoughts and let my thoughts be what they are. Nothing more nothing less. No over analysed puns, no over the top alliterations, non of that crap, unless it’s natural. Cause if it’s not, you can tell.. and well, that just sucks.

So I guess it’s safe to say that I have now written the worse blog in ages, however there isn’t much fake about it…And really, that alleviates…

Press conference


Get serious…






I hereby declare the press conference to be open…

“The lady in the pink suite…”
“Yes hello, I’m with ‘the Inquirer’ and I was wondering, how you are doing today?”
“Well as you all know, I’m always fine.”
I smile. “Next question please.”

“Yes, we were also wondering if you are planning to make changes and if so, how soon can we expect them?”
“Ah yes, well change is good, however change must be guided in such a way that it doesn’t surpass it’s boundaries and so it doesn’t create something short of a disaster. In order to do so we will have to let a great deal of thought go over the change we want to conduct. And to the question when we will actually make the changes that we still have to think about and decide on? That all depends on how quickly we’ll be able to solve our problems and the issues we have with the factors we, can’t have any control over. Until then we are forced to proceed as we have and I must say, it has been doing great, so I am noting but positive”, I say with a weak smile.
The man in the back…”

“Hello, I’m with the ‘New York’ times and I was curious to know what you would like to change about yourself?”
“Interesting question maim. I could say I would like to create world peace but I could also say that I would love to create peace in my mind. I could give it a lot of thought, and this I have, however I don’t think I would be able to oblige yourself with any satisfying answer. So I choose to say, I honestly don’t know and thereby leave you too not knowing the answer to that question.”
“Ehm…I see, well we were also wondering whether you were planning on embracing people any time soon and letting people in some time?”
“Well, I have been giving this a serious amount of thought, and I do feel it’s time for some change in how I conduct my trust issues. However I do also feel that it is important that I let the change go smoothly by guiding it slowly in between boundaries because I wouldn’t want anything to escalate and turn in to anything short of a disaster. I will have to manage the change and let my guard down as slowly as possible. So I guess that means that change will come sometime.”
Again I smile, looking a little bit agitated, but only for the people who truly know me.

“Yes, I’m with ‘GET SERIOUS-magazine’ and we were wondering when you were going to cut the bull cr*p, when you were going to get serious about your life, the changes you want to make and make them. We were interested in finding out when you would finally decide to let your insecure teenage ways behind and go for it, it being life. We just wanted to know when are you going to Get serious?”
I stare, I do nothing…I look around. Well there’s nothing else left to do now is there.
I lift my hand up and I start smiling and waving, and smiling and waving, and smiling and waving…

Damn…that always used to work…

“No further questions!…”

Friday, February 02, 2007

I am alone..

but not for long…







… “See you Saturday” she said, riding off and slowly disappearing in the mist.

I looked around, it was cold outside, cold, dark and misty.
Not really my kind of night, not really a night to be out here. Here on this forsaken road, with little prairie type houses on each side.
It’s just so ridiculously quiet. It just doesn’t make sense.

I stopped walking and turned my head to the sky. Not even stars this evening, not even moonlight to guide me home safely.
I looked in front of me again.

I’m alone.
Just me, and the silent mist and darkness this evening brings.

I’m alone.

I reached inside my jacket and put in my earplugs.
I don’t want to be alone with silence…silence sucks ass, at least tonight it does, tonight I don’t need it. Tonight I need noise to surround me, noise to drown out the negativity in my head… Cause like I said, negativity today won’t faze me!

I reached for my mp3-player and turned it on.

Bo-rush popped into my ears. I couldn’t have heard a better song right now…” This is the time to hold the world within my hand…Letting know I’m hear, that I’ve got no fear. This is the time to rise above and make a stand, feel I’m getting near, as it all becomes clear…

And with that thought repeating itself through my head, with the sound of percussion, trumpets and other music inside my head, I hopped on home nothing next to dancing…

Music enlightens me, gives my happiness, joy and hope. It makes me believe that I do hold the world within my hands, That I can make a stand, That these tears will dry on their own, and That negativity today won’t faze me….

Music, my safe-haven….


Wednesday, January 24, 2007

And all of a sudden …








I had just had a midterm so I decided that I was allowed to cheer myself up with a shopping spree. So I hopped on a train to Rotterdam central, then hopped on a tram, and got to where I thought I’d find relief and satisfaction in material things…Who knew, I’m shallow.

But my frustration grew because all the material things weren’t giving me the satisfaction I needed. Not because I had seen the light and had left my superficial state of mind behind, but because I wasn’t buying stuff. I mean I’d been walking around for at least forty five minutes and all I bought was, a sweater, new earrings, new underwear, new lotion, new facial crème, new socks… Ok, so maybe I did buy a few things…When, 4 totally meaningless and unneeded purchases later, I realised that it hadn’t been an unsuccessful afternoon, I decided to go home.

Completely unaware of any danger I started walking towards the subway. As I walked over to the subway I looked around, and observed people: “to the left some teenagers getting into trouble, on the benches on my right some old people discussing them, in front of me woman so beautiful and perfectly dressed that they made me want to hurl and take a picture at the same time, and ahead two young men standing across from the homeless newspaper vendor near the subway. And as I came closer to the subway I realized that the homeless newspaper vendor must have a pretty depressive life, and that I wasn’t even going to help him by buying one of his newspapers. I’m a bad person, evil even… But I did great him when passing him, so I’m not completely drenched with evilness.

As I walked passed the vendor I thought I was safe, I thought I had passed the danger zone of : “Miss, do you want to buy a newspaper so I’ll have a place to sleep??” Which makes me very uncomfortable and completely not at ease. Stupid thing to be bothered by though. I mean if you consider the fact that he doesn’t have a place to sleep, my ease isn’t really that important. But oh well, I passed the vendor and felt at ease again…

And all of a sudden…This (really cute looking) guy jumps in front of me: “Excuse me miss , could I have a word with you?” It was one of the two guys who were standing across the vendor. “Ehm…I guess you could.”
“ Well, we’re promoting this thing…wait, you are 18 right?”
“Well, not exactly no.”
“Seriously? How old are you then?”
“I’m 17 years old.” And I said it with out flinching or laughing at my on lie. But the other guy suspected something. “Off course you’re 18 years old.” The other one looked at him and back to me…”When were you born then?”
“I was born in 1989” I said kinda slow but not weirdly slow. I was kinda impressed seeing as I didn’t even practice that and I did it right, right away.
“But then you’re 18 right?”
“No..no” He’s not going to confuse me…I’m 18 and I was born in 1988 so if I was born in 1989 I’d be 17 now.. I’m right. “I’m going to be 18.”
“Well when are you turning 18?”
“Not until the 16th of august.”
“Well maybe I’ll approach you again during the summer then…”
“Maybe you should.”

I stepped aside and walked over to the stairs. I turned around, waved and said: “Good luck with your promo thing.” But As I pulled my hand out of my pocket, my student transport pass fell out of my jacket.
“Aha! If you’re not 18 why do you have a student transport pass?!?!?”
I looked at them in total fear as they pulled out their AK-47’s.
“I guess this is my cue to get going now…Buh bye!!” And I ran as fast as I could leaving a trail of bullets and shocked and shot people behind me. I ran down the stairs and saw the train coming the doors opened and I jumped in… As the train left I saw the two guys coming down the stairs and shooting their last bullets at me.

Phew…glad that’s over…I sat down and continued my journey home. And as I was sitting down I realised that I had forgotten something. “Silly me, I should have asked his phone number. Oh well…

Saturday, January 13, 2007

I don’t know…

but I don’t mind







A few days ago, somebody asked me :
“What happened to your crush?”
“What crush?”
I responded in an avoiding manner.
I brushed it off, like it was nothing…

And really it’s nothing, but it did make me wonder.
What did happen to my crush? Did it just disappear? Was it still there? What happened?

And I guess it’s rather simple. Seeing as you, just like me, are very strange and not forward, in this matter, I’m kinda expecting you and me to never happen. And that’s not me being negative and insecure about myself because I think you’re worthy of somebody better then me, because I suck. That’s not it, cause I know you don’t think I suck. However, I am realistic. And the reason I’m able to be, is because I’ve kinda let go of all my made up “principles” when it comes to how to have crushes.

“What you say? How to have crushes? You actually had a way of going about having a crush?
What warped person would think up guidelines and ways to act when having a crush? What person would feel like every single crush has to evolve into being in love with somebody, because if it doesn’t it wasn’t a crush in the first place and I’m a slut?”


Yes yes people…I am. I’m such a sick person. But You know what weird thing I did in this case? What I did this time?

It’s kinda really unlike me , who would normally make up guidelines and ways to carry herself when having a crush to know what to do every single time she had to do something or know what to “feel” every time I was supposed to feel something.

This time…I actually.. and hold on to your hat. This time, I just let everything, be what it was. Nothing more nothing less.

Yeah I like you, kinda…but I’m not gonna make it more then I feel it is. Not by creating suspicion in my own head , not by pretending I’m in denial, but secretly knowing I’m “really, madly and deeply in love with you”. None of that crap.

What I’m thinking right now is: I have fun with you (just to ease my brother: I have fun in a completely proper and Christian manner, and I don’t mean like a lot of priests in America), and we’ll see what happens. Maybe/probably nothing will, maybe I misread your seeming interest in me, maybe I didn’t, but until my heart ACTUALLY tells me otherwise , I’ll just let things be what they are…

So, I don’t know exactly what happened to my crush, or what’s going to happen with it, if it’s even still there…but I don’t mind. It’s kinda nice this way…no pressure

Saturday, January 06, 2007

What a wonderfull day it was…







Today was a good day.. a very good day even.

Not only did I make my first appointment for my drivers lessons ,

I also found out that I passed a test which I thought I had failed miserably as a result of me not studying for it.
*whoohoo *

Not only did the bill for my schoolbooks turn out to be 60 euros’ less expensive then I thought it would be.

I also watched “Lord of the Rings 3”.

But most important of all…I didn’t feel like a complete and utter lump of snot, who was only good for lying in a bed with three blankets, a warm cup of tea, surrounded by handkerchiefs.

I felt better...still snotty , but better:).

So 'hip hip hurray!' for me:)