Things that happened in my life after the last journal :

I got 3.45 out of 4 at school this term (The greatest in my personal history! Haha!)

I had been in the Netherlands for 3 weeks lately. However, we couldn’t stay for a whole summer because my girlfriend had a job here.

The company she was working for went bankrupt and it was all for nothing.

I received a kick-ass camera as a gift.

I should learn Dutch (A weird language that only 20 million people speak throughout the world.)

I am already almost good at Dutch

I am getting married with my Dutch girlfriend.

The bureaucracy for the marriage is a huge pain in the ass. Thinking of an international marriage? Don’t do it! Haha.

I don’t like pinot noir anymore. Got two expensive ones (Bordeaux and sheep-pictured New Zealand one ) They both sucked. They really don’t have any standard, either too good or too lousy(Did you know there are more sheep than men in New Zealand? Haha

I love Merlot now. Tried the mother-fucking petrus.

I didn’t like Dutch rural life. Was too fuckin peaceful with ducks and swans around everywhere. Been too exposed to the nature. I didn’t like it.

I fell in love with Amsterdam once again.

Saw all the Rembrandts and Vermeers. However we discovered van der Neer.

Missed out on life when I was studying so hard.

I am in love.

Kept going to fitness like crazy for the last 2 years.

When I don’t go to fitness I cant handle the stress. It is more emotional than physical.

Salsa and boxing within this month(Fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee stuff)(And eye of the tiger )

Narrowed down my social environment.

I have sinned

Appreciated the importance of safe sex.

Discovered fado - Amelia Rodriguez

Became the loyal customer of the most beautiful restaurant that is hidden and hardly anyone knows of.

Quit every type of tobacco.

Found my inner peace.

Could observe the Indian influence on some Beatles songs.

Coincidently listened to a lot of Michael Jackson songs the week before his death.

Found out that there are some freaks who wouldn’t mind waking up at 5 am in a saturday morning just to see a stupid ‘’unique’’ protected bird type called ‘groen waterhoen’. Was just a stupid normal duck to me… My dad would cook it…