Home again, and I plan to take it easy for some time. The first few days at home I seemed to notice the jet-lag, but in a good way. It felt like my blood was pumping with endorfines, adrenaline and other -ines (like caffeine and vitamin). It must be because I’m feeling at home again because I feel seriously happy.

I have arrived. Yesterday morning a little after 4 I started my trip home after a very short night with only an hour of sleep. First I traveled from San Fransisco to New York. The flight over was a smooth ride until just before getting of the plane. During the taxiing the pilot hit a little truck and a big piece of metal got stuck right inside the left engine… This resulted in a waiting time of about an hour.

Afterwards I took a flight from New York to Amsterdam. A flawless flight without any problems checking in. I arrived with only 45 minutes of delay and found out my luggage was lost. :-(
Well, I’m happy to be home again. Even happier that I expected. My home was perfectly clean when I arrived… Nice. :-)

Hurray! Today is my birthday :-p. The first few months in this new year of my life are looking very interesting.

I am busy packing and checking if I have everything. Still a couple of friends have decided to come by tonight. That means beer, soda, chips, nuts, cake, and you name it! And all that just while I was trying to empty my fridge and freezer by eating everything. ;-)

Parkpop was the best! Of all the performing acts I did not know any, but this really did not interest me. Parkpop was nice because it started of with a premature birthday gift from Cees, a bottle of Goldstrike! This gift made sure we all enjoyed Parkpop that much more.

Afterwards we then to the central train station in The Hague and we stopped by at the Burger King, here instead of just eating a hamburger we met someone special. A girl that claimed to be a Playboy bunny. She told us she would be published in the Playboy magazine in August or December, and would have one entire page for herself.

She could be easily recognized because she had an tattoo of a rose and a heart in the center of her (pretty nice) right breath (for the viewers, for herself it was the left breath). The only sad thing is that I already forgot her name (I think I recall it being ‘Amanda’), but I do recall she lives near the the Hague central station.

Curious.. :-p

Sometimes I wonder if I’m a good or a bad person and which of these two options should I aspire to be. I think I am on the side of the good, but it is something you really can’t say about yourself. Luckily there are tools which can provide the answer. This site analyses texts and the result indicates this site is relatively good.

The gematriculator analyses all words on a page, in this case this blog. Then it uses all kinds of calculations to determine the amount of good and bad.

I wonder what will be the result in two months. Maybe the result will be more evil, which would be a good thing, because I like the image better. :-)

Why not… beer!!, specifically the quadruple variant of La Trappe, in the special La Trappe glass, from the special La Trappe jar. First a few Heineken beers and some Hoegaardens, together will some nice trance music and a bit of online chatting. :-)

Sometimes being happy is so easy. Strange that happiness is an experience that sometimes can be achieved much more easily after consuming mind-altering substances like alcohol.

I just experienced a flashback the my time in college when I was still studying. Doing nothing for quite some time is really addictive, and I’m starting to notice the addiction taking effect. My initial plan was to leave to the other side of the planet in the beginning of June or at least the end of June, but I’m still right here in Holland, without any concrete plans.

I think I will move my calendar a month, although I am keeping a soft deadline in mind to leave before my birthday. I still have a year so there really is no rush. I’ll see how it goes. I still have a stack of dollars ready thanks to my former employer and that money needs to be spend :-)

Today I spend training a little chicken :-)

This is him, two days after hatching from his little egg. He already learned that once he is walking across my body he should head right over to my neck and in my neck lie down and relax for a comfortable and warm stay.

VIVE la Fête! gave a really good performance yesterday, but what really knocked me of my feet was the show right before Vive. It was a performance by Avril, not Avril Lavigne, but some other Avril. This Avril had a strange musical apparatus, a vertical metal stick which he used to make music. Somehow the metal stick reacted to proximity and movement.

In the beginning Avril held his hand near the metal stick and removed it quickly, or he just moved his hand up and down. This resulted in some really nice sound effects. These sound effects were accompanied by a nice beat and guitar music.

While the night progresses and the end of the show came closer the use of the metal stick became more extreme… in the end he was even licking the metal stick! With his tong long licks over that thing. Good entertainment and it sounded really good!

In addition to the metal stick Avril also had a gigantic turning knob. It was the size of a big bucket. This also caused some very special effects… I think I’ll try and find an album by this guy. It was a good night!

And today… I didn’t do very much.. actually absolutely nothing, but that’s good for the spirit. :-p

Football on the TV, and again it is quiet on the street. Instead of watching I went for a one hour swim and I could have guessed it, the swimming pool was nearly empty!

After my swim I went home on my bike crossing empty streets. At home I started watching some movie… and suddenly all hell broke loose. Screaming, shouting, fireworks and people honking their horns. It proved to be the goal to make the match a tie.

Of course it is nice to watch a game together, more so if people are drinking a nice beer and eating some nuts, but the enormous fanaticism that is related to football is out of proportion. I think I will never understand.