Scariest Halloween ever

Scariest Halloween ever happened at Sugarfactory where me and Latina FishJewelry showed up fashionably late. We just grabbed some drinks and started to party when smoke came from the stage. There were about 4 desperate widows mourning, crying and shouting for their dead.. who knows?!

Then it happened - out of the coffin came this naked young Jesus-like man. All naked, all reborn, only with a sock around his thingy and an iPhone hanging to it. It is still until this day a mysterious way of God how he managed to tie the iPhone on his thingy. And he could shake it and phone some one. I wish I had his number and called him. I bet he got the freaks!

Anyhow, besides of the major act there were some others that are not worth mentioning, compared to the skills of little iPhone Jesus there. We just enjoyed. Then we landed on another place at a bachelor party where the to-be-groom was having the Amsterdam style tequila: salt sniffed like coke, tequila deep down and lemon squeezed in your eye. Ouch! And then we danced with the men all night. Whenever they were hitting on me, I'd show them some blood on my neck. By 4 am it got really bad.. spread around my neck, stuck to my hair, all gluey and sticky and just looking like it was supposed to - horror! what a night to remember!

P.S. Another episode to remember was that I've eaten zuurvlees at a friend's place - just meat (normally horse meat) cooked slowly in vinegar with a dash of apple syrup on top - delicious! Very south Netherlands habit, I'm so integrated right now!

I'm Human, Thus I Am.

Do you ever notice you're alive?!

I don't need to tell you that we're living in this world where:

- you need to work

- you've got to earn some money

- you have to pay the bills

- you will need to pay the bills on time, otherwise they're going to chase you for it (I should know it best, I worked for them!)

- you have responsibilities

- you need to deal with your responsibilities as a grown up

- buy this, consume that

- earn more to afford your life standard.

***And there comes the day! There comes one day when you're being so lazy, you're in denial with all of the above, you refuse to be a robot, to work from 9 to 6, to do your duties etc.

You're just drifting away powerless and relaxed.

That's how I spent my last weekend. I did absolutely nothing and enjoyed it!

I'm human afterall -

How Time Goes By

Tuesday

Get this, my friend, I'm about to see a high rated comedy! It should be sooo funny, I'll die. I have no clue what's the name of the film I've seen, I swear to God. It's like few weeks ago and I only know it was something called.. aaahh... how to get over or how to forget samantha.. haaloway?! or something.. anyhow, it's kind of funny, but don't ask me about details, should have been good enough for you to see it.

Wednesday

What kind of cruel world are we living in?! I need to wake up at 5 or 6 :(( I hate my life! I hate you all! so I actually put my act together, with a tight-ass suit and all, then I shake it to the Centraal Station and I'm on my train. I go out in Utrecht, I ask hey, there, lady! how do I get on that side, oh, follow me! after 2 minutes she says, actually, it's better if you go back! Make up your mind, lady, waky waky!! which way? so I'm at the car of my colleague and we're going to Namur. I'll give you at least one beer if you ever heard of this place in your entire life. It's a paesani dorp village at the trou du cul of Belgium! The office in there is also called the bunker. They all smoke in there and don't see sunlight. I suppose if you'd throw a grenade in there, they wouldn't feel the difference! But anyhow, I'm having my meetings there. I brought some Dutch stroopwafels and Dutch chocolate. Bastard sexy Belgium colleague of mine asks me - do they have chocolate in the Netherlands??!! silly me, it's like bringing a Dacia to a German. Or a pizza to an Italian. Or a bull to a Spanish. Or a joint to a Dutch guy. Or some sticks to a Chinese. So wrong, but he winked at me, must be good ;)

I drag myself back to the crib and enjoy dinner. Shortly. Then me and Sailorboy are out for something bigger than us. Knalpot. Electronic music with just drums and guitar. Brilliant! and i got to see Trouw, a very cool location, old newspaper factory, nowadays a club. Though they kind of didn't change much. At all. Dance event rocks on!! or dances on?? ;)

Friday

Well hello, I think I know you Limbo friend! take a seat, a wine, a visinata and some Turkish meal. We'll have a talk about everything, nothing and more. At the crib. Good one! didn't manage to get myself out of the chair to get to the Portugese party, damn! this means ta-tar, til next time!

Saturday

OMG, I've seen the mothers of stupid movies!! I won't tell you the name, maybe I can chat with some one about it, get treatment!!

Sunday

I get a good chat to the girlies - the Latin Jewelry Fish and the Bollywood Diva. We're next to Vondelpark where a kid rides his bike right into me. He had a hat on his eyes. Stupid parents!! Good I'm nice, I could have slapped him around!! I should have, naughty boy!! when I'll be old he could as much as ride his car over me!! damn punks!! oh well anyhow, we get into all the drama and spice of single and couple life, the passion, the tension, the love, the craziness, and then we chill. Gossip time done! time to get back to my Sailorboy and hit it. We're looking for this alarm which wakes you up with natural light?! how amazing is that? I can only think of the sun coming down and shining on me! we don't get it, so we're at this resto where the cutest coolest black cat comes to purr on me! I'm so happy!!

The Real Stamppot

Between some friendly visits of lady friends, one busy with Racoon and the other with putting headsets to her belly for the child to understand strategic thinking while listening to Beethoven, we went to eat the real thing.

The real Dutch food is like this: you bake meat in the oven for hours and hours or just put your juiciest sausage on top of mashed boerenkool.

Crystal clear, ain't it??!!

Until you've eaten that, you ain't Dutch.

And if you ain't Dutch, you ain't much!

So Sailorboy's mama, the Princess Cook, she just pulled it out on us and this gave like the best childhood-house-warmth feeling one could ever get!

It touched us so deep in the stomach, we needed to recover with guts! Monopoly's the game! Damn, I suck! I go out first! and the News Madonna wins the prize of the day! envy with sausage's my name!!

De 3 ori tradare

Zice Mada k n-a gasit bilet la Pixies, pai hai in Hollandia, k si aici canta, da pana la urma nu m-am mai interesat de bilete si cand am facut-o si asa era prea tarziu!! deci vine un prietin si-mi flendure prin fatza un belet k are el unu-n plus k ala alalat si-nca unu nu vor sa mearga la concert cu el si numa io i-am mai ramas din prieteni care ar vrea.. astea da prioritatzi!! da na, DA!! - Tradare! sorry Mada :((

Si la concert merg io cu 4 barbatzi intre 2 varste si in multzimea inaltzimea olandeza nu vad nimic!! ba sa ma ridice careva k n-am dat bani degeaba!! si cand ma ridica, il vad!! hooaaa baga-ne-am picioarele-n ele de fantezii cu muzicantzi, daca toate se duc in directia aia!! mai precis probabil k e kel, k altfel nu-mi explic caciula sau alb sau amandoua!! si cu burta burtoaia burdiha' poate in mod sigur sa omoare pe cineva!! OMG! - tradare!!

Nu mai vreau, nu mai vreau, bine, hai s-o vad si pe mamaie de mai baga.. frate da toti sunti ofilizti asa, Pixies astia n-au vazut si ei sala?! numa-n crashma stau si beau si unii mananca la fel de mult cat beau... in fine, da ce-i cu cantecele astea de 1min maxim 2?? asa au cantat ei tot timpu sau doar la batranetze?? cred k si-au cantat toate albumele, oricum intr-un sfert de ora cantau sigur vreo 2!! si s-au carat rapid.. na la varsta lor! si n-au cantat where is my mind!! - Booo!! Tradareeeeeee!!!