‘][‘ has a new baby called Jimmy. I have it from a reliable source that one is busy, especially when it’s the second child. I’m busy with work and studies. In short, when we want to see each other we play therapeutic chess. Due to the amount of talking we only play one game. As you can see in the pictures it’s obviously who has won.
Back in 2000 I lived in Sout Africa with Bart. Bart decided it would be a good idea to teach me how to play the djembee. A fruitless endeavour as I found out. We had much fun, but I’m just not cut out to be a musician. Dutch extreme weather changes made the goat skin brittle, so it burst eventually. My house mates bought me a plant and Heleen put it in. Nice eh?
Never ever leave you car unattended at the workplace. When there is snow, colleagues will always try hassle your car. My colleague Pieter’s car got “develized”.
Before yesterday
Nice. Winter seems to have struck early again this year.
Within two days from temperatures around 10 to -1 degrees Celcius. Awesome! Note to self; don’t walk with bicycle in snow after having imbibed alcohol.
Yesterday
We, men of the house, had a dinner together. This means manly food. Something went wrong with desert though.
This desert certainly looks awful, but tastes nice actually. It contains yoghurt, strawberry marmalade, chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
Today
On Tuesdays I walk for about an hour. Today I was walking along a dike when I heard this voice asking me for help. I looked down and saw this farmer standing near a not so sturdy looking fence with a rather agitated cow. Apparently this huge bovine was able to scale fences, even when they were 1,50m high. It had been roaming around the neighbourhood. His farm hand was getting a trailer to take the cow into the stable. He was wondering whether or not I could help him keep the cow in the fenced in area. Of course I gave him a hand. After half an hour the frikkin’ cow was in the trailer. I froze my ass off…
My parents seem to like it when I introduce my friends to them. So I took some of them to the beautiful south. As my parents have a nice big house with a nice big (read huge to Dutch understanding) garden my friends were thoroughly impressed. In the absence of a barbecue we dug a pit, put four poles around and stuck some chicken wire on it. Et voila, a good way to char the meat.
The next morning we went site seeing in a graveyard in Roermond and we took a walk in the forest near my parents house.
I surround myself with friends. Many people do this, because friends give you friendship. And through friendship you receive love, attention, feedback, and relaxing times to spend. One of the things friends also do is check up on your love life. So when nothing happens for a long time relationship wise, friends start reminding you in special ways. This is how the Panda party started. Let me first explain to you what a Panda party is.
The thing about panda’s is that they’re an endangered species. One of the reasons is stated in wikipedia:
when a female goes into her estrous cycle which lasts for two or three days and only occurs once a year
This made a friend decide that when another friend “didn’t get some” for a year he or she would have to celebrate a Panda party. The Panda party started…
Now it is time for my Panda party. I have to add another detail though. This is my second consecutive year without “having relations”. Friends wouldn’t be friends if they wouldn’t make the second Panda party more special. It is stated that when one celebrates his or her second Panda party he or she will become virgin again.
So the 7th of August 2010 will be the time when this panda celebrated his second Panda party. Join me to celebrate this special event.
I finally decided on what to do during the summer holidays. I’m going to go jet water skiing.
Ever since I shattered my right ankle (29th of January) running has been out of the question. Today, almost half a year later, I ran my first 5 km again.
It was a nice slow tempo run with some steps and some inclines. I was thinking about my steps all the way and my ankle became sensitive after 3,5 km so I decided to walk home. All in all I thought it went well.
The second first (for this season) was my first motor ride. I asked ‘][‘ to lend me his Yamaha FJ1200. He has the same engine I had back in 2004.
The third first is that I’m going to have a mustache. Why? It’s for the Bronsparty. Every year our living community organizes a theme party. This year’s theme is trailer trash.
A tracksuit, some golden chains, a mullet, sneakers and a tank top and I’m ready. In order to have a nice mustache I’m saving up with a goatee.
And yeah, I know, I look tired. It was an eventful day.
Who looks like a ghost with his super computer?
It’s superTomas.
Seems like he’s copying behaviour. I don’t know where he got it from.
Yes. A slightly not so social surgeon let me wait for almost an hour. It took her subsequently 2 minutes to see my leg was doing fine. It took another 8 minutes to tell me the screws were probably being removed in 4 weeks time under a local anesthetic and tell me everything I needed to know about the procedure.
So now I’m staying with ‘][‘ in Nijmegen. It’s really nice to be back again.
