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01042002 Who's the april fool? So you've all seen my website the last 3 months.. I think I forgot to put naked pictures of me on it, but for the rest I gave it all away. I even put down my whole DVDau collection, my doodles, my Bog knows what and I sauced it up with catchy corny phrases... not even mentioning my boring day-to-day journal...lol. Yet you ate it all, and I guess I loved being eaten. So I changed it all.. why? To annoy the hell out of you all..lol Ok, so the new page has none of the bright Swedical colors and I'm not addressing my readers at all anymore.. but so be it. The time of giving has seized, it is the dawn of acceptance and mys(t)ery. I feel good lately, hence all the black colors. I've written some stuff here and there, showed my pecker to the sun (my nose you know) and it felt good.. I gave up room search already.. yeah the quiter I am. Let me just say the time has come that I hate people instead of people hating me. Dinner's on me. 03042002 Inverse Movie Chase Catch-Up Logic You have to agree.. Bud Spencer movies are fabulous. If you don't agree then stop reading altogether and become an illiterate. But Bud Spencer is not what I'm considering now. Have you ever seen chase-scenes in movies. You gotto love those. The Crime Inal is in a car and drives like a Hakkinen chased by werewolves. The Do Good Cop sees the Inal drive by.. instantaniously drops his donut or the beverage of his choice and wobbles down to the squad car that is parked in a not all too nearby alley. After fidgeting with the keys, finding out he is in the passengers seat and nobody's at the wheel and some needless radio chatter he embarks on a pursuit. Not to the amazement of most viewers, 20 seconds later the Do is driving right behind Inal. Now how did he do that? And why does it take the Do 10 minutes to push that last extra 10m to finally stop Inal? This ladies and Yentl-men of the jury is the Movie Chase, and in real life things are quite the opposite. Ever walked behind a person, wanting to overtake him? The person is only a few meters ahead, but it takes forever to finally reach the person. Once you're past that person, and you look over your shoulder the person has fallen back on you at least 20km. Now how cometh that discrepancy? Basically it comes down to the fact that two people that do not know each other do not want to walk next to each other. This is due to the fact that one does not want the other person walking next to him to think that he _wants_ to walk next to the other person. Funny thing is that it's in our genes that once two people are walking close to each other they will adjust their walking speed and rhythm to each other. Meaning that how much they hate it, they all end up walking next to each other at one point. Then however sanity kicks its way in and the overtaker will take up some extra speed and the overtakee will drop some speed. The last is because if the overtaker would turn his head after a while and the overtakee is still walking 1 pace behind him, this might give him the idea that the overtakee let the him pass just because he did not walk next to him. It might also be that the overtaker should not think that the overtakee is obsessed with the overtaker's ass. Which brings me to this point. Why is there always a girl standing rrrrrright behind me at the railway station, it is a different one each time, but one nonetheless. I've searched for similar boy-girl configurations but have failed to find them up to this point in time. 05042002 How do you like your eggs? I like em hatched! Not much positive about the British, since I've never been there, but for Pete's sakes Bog, I worship Swirl's: The Icecream company. I've been dry for months. But today I felt peachilicious and I just boldly went to the stand and got me a treat. Now poor wretched people, if you have ever imagined a milkshake. Forget It. If you ever thought it tasted good. Ban that thought from your inferior brains. Their milkshakes are completely divine. After the first sips I collapsed. My legs simply could not bear with the weight of the exhiliration this taste explosion brought to me. Later in the train I pursued a life path I usually know how to avoid. And so I blame this on the sugar rush that milkshake gave me. Because I started whistling in the train. Not a loud one. But quite discernable; a whistle. It was Rachmaninovs 3rd Piano Concerto actually; a rather acclaimed, albeit in selective cirles, classical materpiece. I noticed however that quite the elite person across me was raising his right eyebrow to me. I kept on whistling and was shocked by the sound his eyebrow made when it popped off his head right into the ceiling. So I stopped.. I passed the point of no continuing, I also passed the point of no return. How could I restart my whistling concert? I knew that he knew that I knew that he knew I was whistling what I was whistling. So that was the end of that. Don't think I am rude, I helped the poor man scrape off his eyebrow from the ceiling and reattaching it to his frontal head lobe. 08042002 Cut that crap. I shall start with a personal note. Let the record show that I, in future called I, went to get my hair cut last saturday. It's a Coup d'Etat no doubt. I wouldn't know, the mirror broke when I tried to look into it; thus seven years of unhappiness and bad hair days. So the website is changing again. You didn't notice? Aye, pity on thee. Recently I've been promoted to Secure Minister of Insecurity and hear my manifesto: People that are secure are bad people.. We live in a stupid society that glorifies secure people.. There are courses everywhere to make you more secure, while on the whole it are the insecure people that make more intelligent decisions and also have more true ambition. The insecure people bite dust and undergo torment for a better world, meanwhile the secure destroy it without conscience. Repect should be shown to the insecure, and security should be punished. 09042002 'Life is wasted on the living' ;Douglas Adams. A heavy load on my shoulders; that backpack is killing me. My eyes are dry; I must have teartubes the size of a straw. An old gym teacher sees me in the street and keeps staring at me, till I cannot avoid looking forward toward him and make a greet. Not unflattered by his good memory yet puzzled why a person that sees 100 new kids every year would recognise me after 5 years and take such trouble in forcing a simple hi. The workdays seem long but the rest of the day is worse, luckily the day is already exchanging itself for a long dusk and dreary night, by the time I get home. I turn off all the lamps to find the light of my life. I conclude it must not be near and tumble over a groundbound magazine. It feels like someone is breathing down my neck.. oh, it is only a draught, I'll probably only have a cold in the morning. I'm not waiting for a phone call, and the more I am not waiting, the more the phone doesn't ring. Tomorrow it is Wednesday. I used to like that day. 12042002 Come what may.. Not a cold after all.. just a frog in the throat, one that is too big and with venomous claws and skin. And it rained and it rained, beams of sunlight. A feeling tore me apart, the pain was unbearable, it was hard to accept.. not easy to believe and one could question its motives. But it seems it can only be defined as happiness. Planning trips is a daring task. The number of locations is infinitely larger than the amount of time you have. Then there is the thing of money, the places or people where you will spend the nights and the crowded calender. Bog give me strenghth. 13042002 Small world, until you have to clean it. So this is it. I am lonely. Instead of trying to meet people I chase them away. I'm waiting for my bus, but it won't be coming. I can't disappear. I woke up at 10:10am, I closed my eyes, I woke up at 12:12pm, that is all my luck. 1+0+1+0 = 2, 12:12-10:10 = 02:02, 12:12+10:10=22:22. Chew on that Kaballa.. 21042002 Ne me quitte pas.. I haven't written in this journal much. But this is good, if I write to much in here it would become journalism, and we all know that -isms are bad. With feminism on the top of the list, and prism (a magnificent and useful thing-a-me-bob, yet quite unsatisfactory for over 99% of the people) at the bottom. On the other hand abstinence is very good, as told by Jesus, Buddhah and all other people that have either spend 40 days, months or years alone on a mountain top. And who am I to disagree with someone that must have become very hungry and lonely (also known as enlightened)? As you will understand when the clock approaches dinner time, I become very enlightened. Ghost World has become in my possession. I am scared.. I am affraid. 30042002 Almost Famous.. Last day of the month, Queensday.. party-allover.. not for me of course lol.. God forbid (sometimes I think he does). It is almost May already. And then June, my birthday, a life less ordinary. July exam month.. and August.. well that's gonna be a sweet month. |