Ok I'm in love.
So is she.
So is Jesse
I'm telling you, this whole Spring thing, I think there might be something to it!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
It don't feel good until it hurts
Alright, the long-overdue lovey-dovey post. Hold on tight, it's gonna be a wild one.
I'm slowly started to fall in love. Well, of course I have feelings for Marlen, but I'm moving to stage two, and I love it. Stage one being the attraction phase, two the falling in love phase and the third one the love phase.
I guess this is the part where I get to tell all about her. And you will have to read it, being the fans you are.
So, as you know, her name is Marlen. She's 19 years old, and from Amsterdam (hell yeah~). She's Croatian (can I get another hell yeah?), into body modification (omg), sometimes wears glasses (amg) and red lipstick (*splodes*). She has some nice piercings already, plus scarification above an intimate body part.
So far, we had 3 dates, spent one night in an hotel, and she visited my house and left the other day (Know whatahmean, know whatahmean, nudge nudge, know whatahmean, say no more?) and the click is definitaly there. Definitaly :D
I'm seeing her again this wednesday. Sigh. That's so fucking far off though. Thank god for the Internet, we talk with eachother far into the night each day, and with a webcam I can even see her. Which is at least something. But not nearly enough. I want more XD
But to be honest, it's for the best. This way we can build something up slowly, which is better than rushing into another relation too fast.
Blah, I wanna scream from the rooftops :P A feeling which I didn't have for a long time! Oh well, I'm going to play my guitar now, it's a vent for my feelings :P A positive vent, this time XD
Vidimo se!
I'm slowly started to fall in love. Well, of course I have feelings for Marlen, but I'm moving to stage two, and I love it. Stage one being the attraction phase, two the falling in love phase and the third one the love phase.
I guess this is the part where I get to tell all about her. And you will have to read it, being the fans you are.
So, as you know, her name is Marlen. She's 19 years old, and from Amsterdam (hell yeah~). She's Croatian (can I get another hell yeah?), into body modification (omg), sometimes wears glasses (amg) and red lipstick (*splodes*). She has some nice piercings already, plus scarification above an intimate body part.
So far, we had 3 dates, spent one night in an hotel, and she visited my house and left the other day (Know whatahmean, know whatahmean, nudge nudge, know whatahmean, say no more?) and the click is definitaly there. Definitaly :D
I'm seeing her again this wednesday. Sigh. That's so fucking far off though. Thank god for the Internet, we talk with eachother far into the night each day, and with a webcam I can even see her. Which is at least something. But not nearly enough. I want more XD
But to be honest, it's for the best. This way we can build something up slowly, which is better than rushing into another relation too fast.
Blah, I wanna scream from the rooftops :P A feeling which I didn't have for a long time! Oh well, I'm going to play my guitar now, it's a vent for my feelings :P A positive vent, this time XD
Vidimo se!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I ate Skippy :(
Allright blog, that was an awesome night, Jesus Fuck. It had all the ingredients of an awesome night:
Anyway, we started the evening at an English pub called The old Bell, where we drank and cheered to good ol' St. Patty. After that we went to an Aussie restaurant/bar where we had a bite to eat. I had the kangaroo steak, sorry Skippy :P She had the ribs. My kinda girl, not afraid of getting her hands dirty.
Thursday she'll come to my place. Epic win.
Now Im going to close my eyes and ride this beast of a train trip out. 2 a.m. in bed if I'm lucky -_- But it's worth every last bit of it.
Good night, and good luck!
- Good food
- Good booze (Guinness)
- Good music
- Amazing girl ;)
Anyway, we started the evening at an English pub called The old Bell, where we drank and cheered to good ol' St. Patty. After that we went to an Aussie restaurant/bar where we had a bite to eat. I had the kangaroo steak, sorry Skippy :P She had the ribs. My kinda girl, not afraid of getting her hands dirty.
Thursday she'll come to my place. Epic win.
Now Im going to close my eyes and ride this beast of a train trip out. 2 a.m. in bed if I'm lucky -_- But it's worth every last bit of it.
Good night, and good luck!
Anonymous, what is your profession!?
Well, fuck. We didnt get the media coverage we expected. Only one story so far on T.V., which was about 1 minute long, and one picture in a newspaper. Meh. But whatever, the Scifags are making themselves rediculous without us having to interfere, with the Tom Cruise fellow
So they were also demonstrating Saturday. Against what? DRUGS. In fucking AMSTERDAM XD. And not ust recreational drugs, either. No no, apparently, Ritalin is a dangerous drug. I only remember my sister, who couldn't do without. Stupid scifags.
Anyway,blogging from the train again, on my way to see my gf. We'll go to an English pub, and since it's St/ Patrick's Day, I thik it'll be fun :P Guinness here I come!
So my ex is pissed at me for ending it with her for the reason of me not being ready for a new gf. Well, if you read this, at that time I wasn't, and things moved way too fast. And sometimes things just dont work out, y'know?
Love is a strange thing surrounded by fate, chance, luck and everything else we do not control. Love does things to us no other emotin can. All we can do is let it guide us.
Signing off for now!
So they were also demonstrating Saturday. Against what? DRUGS. In fucking AMSTERDAM XD. And not ust recreational drugs, either. No no, apparently, Ritalin is a dangerous drug. I only remember my sister, who couldn't do without. Stupid scifags.
Anyway,blogging from the train again, on my way to see my gf. We'll go to an English pub, and since it's St/ Patrick's Day, I thik it'll be fun :P Guinness here I come!
So my ex is pissed at me for ending it with her for the reason of me not being ready for a new gf. Well, if you read this, at that time I wasn't, and things moved way too fast. And sometimes things just dont work out, y'know?
Love is a strange thing surrounded by fate, chance, luck and everything else we do not control. Love does things to us no other emotin can. All we can do is let it guide us.
Signing off for now!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
It was win, after win, after win, after win.
My feet hurt, I can barely raise my right arm, my voice is gone but jesus, truly epic lulz.
I'm talking about Operation Party Hard of course, which was yesterday. We stopped counting at 90 participants, but we easily had 100.
We had some scifags at our demo, but we owned them; hard. I got my Guy Fawkes mask, and my Xenu is my homeboy shirt :D
A movie will come soon, as well as loads of pics. And I looked pretty damned awesome, if I do say so myself. Our press-supporter (who has been proscecuted by $ci) really liked my coat. My sign with Why Are They Dead really drew attention. People didn't know the cult prosecuted and killed people. Well now they do :D
Next operation is Operation Reconnect. Do you love your family? Scientology doesn't. Go give your mother a hug.
(or I will lulz)
Btw. Marlen you're lovely ;) <3
I'm talking about Operation Party Hard of course, which was yesterday. We stopped counting at 90 participants, but we easily had 100.
We had some scifags at our demo, but we owned them; hard. I got my Guy Fawkes mask, and my Xenu is my homeboy shirt :D
A movie will come soon, as well as loads of pics. And I looked pretty damned awesome, if I do say so myself. Our press-supporter (who has been proscecuted by $ci) really liked my coat. My sign with Why Are They Dead really drew attention. People didn't know the cult prosecuted and killed people. Well now they do :D
Next operation is Operation Reconnect. Do you love your family? Scientology doesn't. Go give your mother a hug.
(or I will lulz)
Btw. Marlen you're lovely ;) <3
Friday, March 14, 2008
Just Rick Rolling along...
Tonight the second date with the girl who's very likely to become my next girlfriend! I won't rant on about how :awesome: she is, since she doesn't like that.
But fuck yeah, seaking!
More on this later. Saturday is going to be amazing. I'll be there with the other hardcore anon's at 10.30 to set stuff up. I'm getting a Xenu is my homeboy shirt, and get this, A FUCKING GUY FAWKES MASK! Fuck yeah, I liek mudkipz.
Anyway, I'll be bringing my camera, so expect footage sometime after Saturday. Wait for it though, since I'm busy as fuck.
Nothing more to report now.
The voice of truth abides.
Another multiparter for y'all. I reckon if I do it like this, my posts are somewhat longer :p
Alright, I'm off the market again, sorry ladies. Yesterday evening was nice, the night even better ;)
Anyhoo, we are a thing now and that's all I'm gonna say about that. She doesn't like me blogging about these kinds of things :P
Allright, on to bussiness.
Portishead - Third
Officially not out yet, this album marks the start of Portishead's first tour in ten years.
The album is nice, but harder than their previous albums. But Beth's voice still sounds amazing. Nice music to chillax to, but defi. not the fuckmusic we know from P.
4/5 EFG masks for this one.
Nine Inch Nails - Ghosts I-IV
NiN released an album out of nowhere, and since Trent Reznor gives shit about the record companies, they released it in a way that there's no record label needed.
You get the choice of downloading disc 1 for free, then the rest for 5 bucks. Or you can pay 10 bucks and get them hardcopy. Or 50 and get the deluxe edition. Or 300 and get the ultra deluxe limited edition, numbered and signed by Reznor himself.
In 2 days, they made $750,000. Bye bye, record companies :P
The albums are instrumental, experimental albums. A combination of lounge and rock. All are great in their own way, give them a listen!
4/5 mudkipz.
But fuck yeah, seaking!
More on this later. Saturday is going to be amazing. I'll be there with the other hardcore anon's at 10.30 to set stuff up. I'm getting a Xenu is my homeboy shirt, and get this, A FUCKING GUY FAWKES MASK! Fuck yeah, I liek mudkipz.
Anyway, I'll be bringing my camera, so expect footage sometime after Saturday. Wait for it though, since I'm busy as fuck.
Nothing more to report now.
The voice of truth abides.
Another multiparter for y'all. I reckon if I do it like this, my posts are somewhat longer :p
Alright, I'm off the market again, sorry ladies. Yesterday evening was nice, the night even better ;)
Anyhoo, we are a thing now and that's all I'm gonna say about that. She doesn't like me blogging about these kinds of things :P
Allright, on to bussiness.
Portishead - Third
Officially not out yet, this album marks the start of Portishead's first tour in ten years.
The album is nice, but harder than their previous albums. But Beth's voice still sounds amazing. Nice music to chillax to, but defi. not the fuckmusic we know from P.
4/5 EFG masks for this one.
Nine Inch Nails - Ghosts I-IV
NiN released an album out of nowhere, and since Trent Reznor gives shit about the record companies, they released it in a way that there's no record label needed.
You get the choice of downloading disc 1 for free, then the rest for 5 bucks. Or you can pay 10 bucks and get them hardcopy. Or 50 and get the deluxe edition. Or 300 and get the ultra deluxe limited edition, numbered and signed by Reznor himself.
In 2 days, they made $750,000. Bye bye, record companies :P
The albums are instrumental, experimental albums. A combination of lounge and rock. All are great in their own way, give them a listen!
4/5 mudkipz.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
C-C-C-Combo!
I wrote three blog posts the past few days on the train. Here they are!
Ahahah, intelligent debate started from my flyer, among three normal working men. Talking about how they wanted to come to Party Hard. My day is good already :P They even said, "Why isn't Geert (Wilders, red.) doing something with this. And I agree :P
Being Anonymous isn't always nice, though. They had some questions which I couldn't answer or I had to reveal my identity. Which I won't, under no circumstance. Only to a select few, such as you, my loyal reader.
Party Hard will own so much it will probably hurt.
On a different note, I finally decided what piercing I want. Well, almost. Still figuring out if I want the Eurofag or Amerifag version. I'm going to get a nape piercing, which is a neck piercing. Moehaha.
Ah what a rush! Spreading Anon's message in the train, putting flyers everywhere you can. Give people no time to see you though, for we are Anonymous.
Only one man looked at me and shook no, which I respected. Progress without violence. Change should be encouraged, never enforced.
I just hope the damn sheep wake up, read the flyer and realize what Anon is trying to accomplish. Freedom of oppression, Freedom of knowledge, Freedom on the internet.
Also epic lulz.
If it were up to me, $cientology would already be dead, buried and forgotten. And guess what. It is up to me. And you. All of us. Look up your local $cientology church, and come to the protest, Project Party Hard. We will be celebrating the birthday of $cientology's father, L Ron Hubbard. There will be free cake and lemonade. And lollies.
I have spread flyers in the train today, and will continue to do so till the day of Party Hard, March 15th. It's funny to see all kinds of people reading the flyers. I've seen people old enough to be my grandfolk read it intensely, people younger than me, 'normal' people, alternati-HOLY MOTHER OF GOD A MIDGET JUST WALKED BY.
We are Anonymous
We are Legion
We do not forgive
We do not forget
Knowledge is free
Expect us
Ahahah, intelligent debate started from my flyer, among three normal working men. Talking about how they wanted to come to Party Hard. My day is good already :P They even said, "Why isn't Geert (Wilders, red.) doing something with this. And I agree :P
Being Anonymous isn't always nice, though. They had some questions which I couldn't answer or I had to reveal my identity. Which I won't, under no circumstance. Only to a select few, such as you, my loyal reader.
Party Hard will own so much it will probably hurt.
On a different note, I finally decided what piercing I want. Well, almost. Still figuring out if I want the Eurofag or Amerifag version. I'm going to get a nape piercing, which is a neck piercing. Moehaha.
Ah what a rush! Spreading Anon's message in the train, putting flyers everywhere you can. Give people no time to see you though, for we are Anonymous.
Only one man looked at me and shook no, which I respected. Progress without violence. Change should be encouraged, never enforced.
I just hope the damn sheep wake up, read the flyer and realize what Anon is trying to accomplish. Freedom of oppression, Freedom of knowledge, Freedom on the internet.
Also epic lulz.
If it were up to me, $cientology would already be dead, buried and forgotten. And guess what. It is up to me. And you. All of us. Look up your local $cientology church, and come to the protest, Project Party Hard. We will be celebrating the birthday of $cientology's father, L Ron Hubbard. There will be free cake and lemonade. And lollies.
I have spread flyers in the train today, and will continue to do so till the day of Party Hard, March 15th. It's funny to see all kinds of people reading the flyers. I've seen people old enough to be my grandfolk read it intensely, people younger than me, 'normal' people, alternati-HOLY MOTHER OF GOD A MIDGET JUST WALKED BY.
We are Anonymous
We are Legion
We do not forgive
We do not forget
Knowledge is free
Expect us
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Modern Man
I'm a modern man, a man for the millennium. Digital and smoke free. A diversified multi-cultural, post-modern deconstruction that is anatomically and ecologically incorrect. I've been up linked and downloaded, I've been inputted and outsourced, I know the upside of downsizing, I know the downside of upgrading. I'm a high-tech low-life. A cutting edge, state-of-the-art bi-coastal multi-tasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!
I'm new wave, but I'm old school and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive and from time to time I'm radioactive.
Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodgin the bullet and pushin the envelope. I'm on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs. I've got no need for coke and speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Out of rehab and in denial!
I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up. You can't dumb me down because I'm tireless and I'm wireless, I'm an alpha male on beta-blockers.
I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! I'm a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely post-traumatic and I've got a love-child that sends me hate mail.
But, I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing-- a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I'm gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the "F" word in my emails and the software on my hard-drive is hardcore--no soft porn.
I bought a microwave at a mini-mall; I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I'm toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically- formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I've got glide in my stride. Drivin and movin, sailin and spinin, jiving and groovin, wailin and winnin. I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty and lunch time is crunch time. I'm hangin in, there ain't no doubt and I'm hangin tough, over and out!
I'm new wave, but I'm old school and my inner child is outward bound. I'm a hot-wired, heat seeking, warm-hearted cool customer, voice activated and bio-degradable. I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I'm interactive, I'm hyperactive and from time to time I'm radioactive.
Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, ridin the wave, dodgin the bullet and pushin the envelope. I'm on-point, on-task, on-message and off drugs. I've got no need for coke and speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I'm in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar. A high-concept, low-profile, medium-range ballistic missionary. A street-wise smart bomb. A top-gun bottom feeder. I wear power ties, I tell power lies, I take power naps and run victory laps. I'm a totally ongoing big-foot, slam-dunk, rainmaker with a pro-active outreach. A raging workaholic. A working rageaholic. Out of rehab and in denial!
I've got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant and a personal agenda. You can't shut me up. You can't dumb me down because I'm tireless and I'm wireless, I'm an alpha male on beta-blockers.
I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever, laid-back but fashion-forward. Up-front, down-home, low-rent, high-maintenance. Super-sized, long-lasting, high-definition, fast-acting, oven-ready and built-to-last! I'm a hands-on, foot-loose, knee-jerk head case pretty maturely post-traumatic and I've got a love-child that sends me hate mail.
But, I'm feeling, I'm caring, I'm healing, I'm sharing-- a supportive, bonding, nurturing primary care-giver. My output is down, but my income is up. I took a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash-flow. I read junk mail, I eat junk food, I buy junk bonds and I watch trash sports! I'm gender specific, capital intensive, user-friendly and lactose intolerant.
I like rough sex. I like tough love. I use the "F" word in my emails and the software on my hard-drive is hardcore--no soft porn.
I bought a microwave at a mini-mall; I bought a mini-van at a mega-store. I eat fast-food in the slow lane. I'm toll-free, bite-sized, ready-to-wear and I come in all sizes. A fully-equipped, factory-authorized, hospital-tested, clinically-proven, scientifically- formulated medical miracle. I've been pre-wash, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double-wrapped, vacuum-packed and, I have an unlimited broadband capacity.
I'm a rude dude, but I'm the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I've got glide in my stride. Drivin and movin, sailin and spinin, jiving and groovin, wailin and winnin. I don't snooze, so I don't lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road. I party hearty and lunch time is crunch time. I'm hangin in, there ain't no doubt and I'm hangin tough, over and out!
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