This is Netherlands

And here I am in the bus on my way to the airport to wait for my pile!And of course, as every honest citizent, I wanted to buy a bus ticket. I go to the train station (it’s the same for buses) but the ticket office is closed! Big deal, I think I can always buy them in the bus. The big bus driver woman enters the bus and I politely ask whether I can buy a ticket!She is pissed at me and says of course you can not buy from me!I drive not sell!!Ok I say and ask where Ican buy since the ticket office is closed! (btw a month ago it wad possible to buy tickets from the bus driver). She says from the machine in the middle of the bus!I go there and see one can pay by chipknip or coins!Luckily I’ve charged my chipnick which I usually never do, so all happy I try to buy the ticket!
IT DOESN’T WORK!!!!
An Indian (as from India – Tim) comes, and his chipknip doesn’t work! We ask the woman again what can we do! She says do drive without ticket – you can buy one in the AH ( a supermarket in nl ). We ran like crazy with the Indian, wait for 5 mins in a queue and then are told that you can not buy a ticket there! I beg them to at least give ne change for the 20eur I have , but the are NOT ALLOWED to. They say go to the shop at the corner, they sell newspapers and probably tickets! We run again like crazy but the little shop is closed!
Finally the doner kebab guy gives me change of 20 eur by 1 eur and make some dirty comment in Turkish ( or at least his smile was naughty).
I run like crazy and I catch the bus just before it departs . All happy I try again to buy a ticket!
It DOESN’T WORK!!! Ahh I say fuck it I ain’t gonna lose my nerves here! I’m gonna drive for free with 5 kg heavy wallet from my new coins and with a smile that I will soon see my pile!

I think the Indian didn’t catch the bus!Pity it was such a nice drive…

I’ll post this as it is and edit from my pc once I’m home!Now I’ll open my arms for a hugeeee hug!!!!

ISMRM@Hawaii – day 1

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Cтарост според кафана

Незнам како функционира ама еве ја равенката која ќе ви каже колку години имате, според тоа колку пати неделно сакате да одите во кафана.

1 – Колку пати неделно сакаш да одиш во кафана (повеќе од 1 помалку од 10).

2 – Помножи го бројот со 2.

3 – Додади 5.

4 – Добиениот резултат помножи го со 50.

5 – Ако годинава веќе си го славел својот роденден додади 1758, ако не додади 1757.

6 – Сега од добиениот резултат одземи го 4 цифрениот број, на годината во која сте родени.

Имаш троцифрен број, првата бројка е колку пати сакаш да одиш во кафана, вторите две се твоите години.

Уште еден доказ дека Он.нет е неверојатно корисен портал

The hobbies return

When I saw this picture I immediately thought: “for all that is sacred, knitting can be so cool (and pervert)!”

And have a look at the art of this mister Yuko Shimizu.

Aren’t they just… perfect!?! ;)

Tim, tnx for sharing this amazing, wonderful but yet so realistic video. Muaaauwww!!!

Call me a fool but…

“Although many of Tesla’s ancestors were dark eyed, his eyes were a gray-blue. He claimed his eyes were originally
darker, but that as a result of the excessive use of his brain their color changed…”

Prodigal Genius
BIOGRAPHY OF NIKOLA TESLA
1994 Brotherhood of Life, Inc.,
110 Dartmouth, SE, Albuquerque,
New Mexico 87106 USA

John J. O’Neill

How many five year olds could you take in a fight?

23

Ok this is density – I mean destiny

 

Your Score: The Squirrel

You scored 67% domestic, 39% gregarious, 25% trickster, and 44% intellect!

  Domestic, Solitary, Serious, Emotional: you are the Squirrel!

Squirrel people tend to be organized, thrifty, prepared for anything, slightly obsessive. Squirrel medicine teaches the benefit of good planning, looking towards the future, and conservation. The squirrel is a symbol of delayed gratification, resourcefulness, agility, and foresight.

Link: The Animal Archetype Test written by crumpetsfortea on OkCupid, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Desperate people do desperate deeds – they call them hobbies!

Some times I really do feel like I’m some hardcore cynic. I curse this country of extremely organized people, where the level of organization reaches the limits of perversion, but yet again I seem to secretly wish to make my life more organized… After the peak of my emotional imbalance (mainly caused by my grandma’s death) I decided to take a control of my life and make it more pleasant. And then as a little child, who never did anything fun in its life, I started new hobbies. Indeed I never had a real hobby in my life – that was considered as waiting time, for this highly talented, scientific oriented child a.k.a me!

And what does this new Vesna do in her life:

• Two new hobbies:

1. Knitting – I am not joking!!! I started knitting, although many people find it weird and old fashioned! Well it’s extremely relaxing, reminds me of my childhood and the time passed with my grandmother. I feel like I am creating something I can give to someone I care about… I could multi-task: socialize , think, even read a paper . I even bought a book about knitting and philosophical thoughts… I am indeed going insane.
2. Designing jewelry. I am just a newbie and most of the stuff I did look like crap, but I like it. What can I say, it develops my hidden artistic soul hehe. It also requires a lot of patience, and helps me in acquiring my inner peace, gives me time for my philosophical thought on existence and all that bullshit that is torturing me lately…

And despite all this useless things I am trying to fill in my “free” time, all of a sudden I become a freaking athlete!!! I am doing sports every day. Starting with gymnastics (Monday and Thursday), capoeira (Wednesday and Friday) and (if I am not puking ) fitness on Tuesday! What a life!!! Well at least it helps for the sake of my ass and my beauty sleep!!! Oh and of course – for my harmony with the universe!

I must say though, that one of my most useful hobbies I have is cooking… Maybe one of the most successful so far (ask Paulo for confirmation ). Some proofs of my skill follow:

Well I guess I updated you with the latest happenings in my boring life. Other than that, everything remains the same: same old frustrations about my “exciting” work, still enjoying my anal phase of cleaning activities and being labeled as “Nazi”, still spending money on clothes and presents, still thinking that tomorrow everything will be better. And still listening to Return to innocence. Even at this very moment…

Heartache

Today I have a heartache…The biggest one I ever had. Today I lost somebody…I lost her forever…They say she’ll keep on existing through me, I say I’ve lost her forever. Emotions are bursting all over me: sadness, anger, fear, love… With her, I lost part of me as well, she taught me to believe, she made me be the way I am. And now, I lost everything with her. I feel like my world is falling apart and my only comfort is to close myself in a shell and prevent myself from feeling. Not feeling means not-suffering. Maybe I am just a selfish, egocentric person. Or simply a coward…

I wish I could have done something- anything. There are so many things I wanted her to know. How much I love her and how much she is important to me. How wonderful memories I have from my childhood, my weird childhood because she was one extraordinary creature. She was such a fighter and now she surrendered – and that is what makes me angry! She showed to the world how you can be strong, how important the power of mind and will is. When everybody was expecting for her to die, long time ago, she managed to cure herself, to fight cancer, to survive heart attack and many other misfortunes. And now she just surrendered. And everything she taught me simply… falls apart in front of me.

I remember my grandmother as very strong and intelligent creature, maybe one of the most intelligent people I’ve ever met. All the memories from my childhood bring many warm fuzzy feelings: many endless conversation about existence and meaning of life, about death and different phenomenons. Reading twilight zone as my bedtime story, going to the nearby forest to absorb energy from the pine trees, talking about bio-energy, aura, reincarnation … that is the story of my childhood…

She died yesterday from cancer. She was suffering a lot and that is tearing my heart apart. I didn’t have the chance to see her and tell her how much I love her. I am doing it now, but I feel empty. My conscience is torturing me. If only I was religious I could have find comfort more easy. But I am not, and I am aware that there is only NEVERMORE. That makes life an irony. I am 25 and I am aware that one day I’ll say that my life has passed without being aware of it. Passed, in hope that tomorrow I’ll make it better, passed in fear of that nevermore. Maybe I’ll say it when that moment comes. Everything seems useless. I’ll keep on listening to Return to innocence. That’s what death is after all…