105, bitches!

WORLD CUP

2006-06-30T02:43:00.000-07:00

C'MON ENGLAND!!!

Just Pictures

2006-06-21T20:20:00.000-07:00

Just pics from the graduation ceremony last April since it has sorta become this blog-thing to post graduation pics.
Anyways the first one is dad-me-little sis, the second one is of me and my best friend Chris. Sigh, now that school is over, time to face the real world.

Later,
Benson
Resume Website - http://benson.theplanetfutsal.com

Hedwig van Driel, BSc (with pictures now)

2006-06-02T14:07:00.000-07:00

The Perfect Shot

2006-03-29T03:55:00.000-08:00

I realize nobody really writes nor reads this blog anymore, but since I have no medium to share with you guys (and girls) this beautiful picture, so here it is: Sylvia and the Benson going crazy in J-town. Well it wasnt much: just about 5 bottles of beers, 1 bottle of Jack Daniels, 8 glasses of whiskey cola and 1 pitcher of Long Island Ice Tea. But it was enough for sylvia to give the club's janitor somethin to work on hehe. (see, we reasoned that with Jakarta's level of humidity and pressure, our alcohol tolerance went down) anyways I puked in front of my dad when we got home, so i got nothin to defend for myself. I am starting to wonder why alot of my pictures are taken when i am shit-faced or drunk, maybe i should follow Jordy's Islam or Maximo's resolution to quit altogether. The rest of Sylvia's jakarta visit was pretty interesting too like me showing Sylvia how cruel the Dutchies really are =P (altho i still think they are really lovely)

Anyways, I still cant believe you bitches are partying in LA without me. I mean, how can it possibly be fun without the B-man. I sent you guys a postcard via Syl, hope you guys get it. I've got nothin to update about my life: same old shit haha, but i am lovin it. So i guess i ll leave it here for the mo.

Til late bitches and hoes.
Yours sincerely, truly, the only one and only:
Mr. B

Jordan Pearson is Awesome

2006-02-25T03:21:00.000-08:00

Finally: a website dedicated to what we all already knew...

Check-out "http://www.xanga.com/groups/group.aspx?id=1574368"

Peace.

Love,
Jordy

9.33 PM, February 14 2006, at the Office.

2006-02-14T06:31:00.000-08:00

Well I guess the title explains it all. I am officially a workaholic. Or am I? Maybe it's just my excuse for not having a date on this day that is supposedly filled with "much love". Oh well, never really take the event seriously anyways. I have felt a little lonely lately though.

I went out last Friday to Club 36 and got trashed(maybe we can go there Syl when you are here, altho it's mainly a guys' club - with all the pole dancers and shit) It was funny coz I was hanging out with my friends, and one of them "booked" the company of a couple ladies (not for sex, just company). So there we were, getting drunk while being accompanied by these ladies until my buddy Rudy (the one who booked them) took off home. Rina, one of the two, were cool and she hung out with us like friends. The other one though after Rudy left for a bit approached me and said "Hey why don't you book me for the night, I ll accompany you do whatever you want. I ll call the "mommy" for you ok?" --------- errrrrrrrr (shoot) haha. Must admit i contemplated about it for a second (or two) cause she s good looking but then again I had to find excuses to make her stay around for drinks without paying her shit :S But she left. Haha I guess I wasnt charming enough.

How is everybody going? I was going to write earlier but work has been consuming. On the bright side, my meeting with Adidas went well today and they liked what I proposed on our future working relationship and moslikely they will be our next main sponsor. I even gave my proposal's cover a Yin-Yang design to emphasize the kind of synergy Adidas and Planet Futsal can enjoy by working hand-in-hand. I just cant wait until those Adidas Teamgeist balls arrive at my centers!!

Sylvia told me to write something about our little "cockroach conversation" the other day. Well now that Sylvia s in the country, I occasionally give her a ring. This particular night, though, she encountered the ultimate rural Indonesian experience: nasty, ugly and huge cockroaches crawling around her new room (and taking over her bathroom). So basically Sylvia was freaked out. What followed was a 45 minutes discussion between the two of us about those cockroaches. I even went online, as we spoke, to "research" the habits of roaches. Lemme tell ya haha, I never had to give so much shit about roaches before in my whole life. Oh well, it was all for Syl.

Shoot haha, I guess i have nothing else to update, so I ll leave it here.

Missin you guys on Valentine, hope to see y'all soon!
Benson

The Fame is Spreading

2006-02-08T23:54:00.000-08:00

You can imagine my surprise when walking down some street here in Indo, just chillin', and all of a sudden seeing this. A real 105 guest house. Didn't we patent this name? They're using it for everything now, that shit ain't tight! That shit ain't right!

"With so much drama in the UofB it's kinda hard being MD double 3"

2006-02-01T11:54:00.000-08:00

Oh that's right....i'm blogging, and for a reason....

Ok, so i'm currently listening to Gin&Juice because i suddenly remembered going to BruCo and watching/listening to some crazy ass white girl singing Dre and Snoop. Good times deserve good rememberance and if possible, modified repetition!
Sorry i'm not coming to LA though, i've been thinking about Cali twice as much because of the sheer amounts of friggin' work i have to do which is a) broing me and b) tiring the crap outa me!

But, now that that that's sorted let's get to the nitty gritty. Ladies and Gentleman, it's official, the new, the extravagant, the complete-and-amazingly-edited-with-graphics-DVD of the roadtrip 2005. Like the one above, here are some screenshots....

Oh that's right, you better be excited. My dad spent a while editing and putting titles on. He's got the whole forsheeezy camera setup in his upstairs room...by the way, if you know of any barmitzvahs or weddings, he'll film em!(you might have to pay for transport!) Anyway, repsect to my dad for this and for copying all the dvds!
(On a more personal note, i've watched the complete dvd afew times now and it bares the same coolness each time. Miss you guys).

Well, i played ball recently and it's just not the same. Especially when people ask my name and get it right. No longer do i have to hear..."marvin?" "molten?" "moses?!!" which in a way is kinda a shame. I thought it was funny and also cos it was fun for me to swear in an american accent "set the screen dang it, you matha facka!" But, even though i didn't get in the first team (bit bitter) i'm trying to get people together so i can run a regular game every week at my uni. Should be pretty cool but i still don't think people are as keen as me! hehe.

Ok, well, i just wanted you all to know that i do read the blog but work is hectic (ie. 28thousand words this year) so i'll post when i can. Everyone keep it real, well done for graduating - those that have done already, and for those that haven't, (Hedwig?) good luck. - and Sylvia, i hope your dad's ok.

Peace, love, respect, London Olympics 2012, need a place to stay?

Martin

Whazzup Bitches

2006-01-26T22:14:00.000-08:00

I recently received some accusations from people I will not mention by name, but will jut refer to as 'Kiwi', that I killed the 1-0-5 blog. I am puzzled on how exactly I did this, since I am not the sole responsible for keeping it alive. Just because I founded it, doesn't mean I should initiate every wave of postings. And consider this: just because I'm in Indonesia and keeping another blog, still doesn't men I cannot find some time to post an entry for my beloved 105 bitches. So I suggest all of you get of your lazy asses, or actually stay seated, since you're on the Net already, and get those little fingers move along the keypad to get some exercise!

As all of you probably know, I am currently conducting my Master's fieldwork in Indonesia. For interesting stories (me getting burned, me eating frogs...) and some nice pics, check sylviatidey.whereareyou.net, as some of you already do. I love a personal blog: nothing but me, me, me!! Anyway, there are also things I cannot really say on that blog, because so many people read it, so maybe it's nice to lose some frustrations on this one. I've been here for almost four weeks now and so far I have not gotten up later that 06:45. This lack of sleep, the heat, all the impressins, the pollution and all the people here wanting something from me have gotten me pretty irritated now. I'm annoyed by everything and everybody! My teachers at the language school: just let me sleep! My guest brothers: when I close my bedroom door, I want to be alone. I do not want you little obesed people to jump on my bed and transfer stupid Japanese pop music to my lap top! My fellow students from Leiden: stop complaining about little things, pleae try to pronounce that one little Indoneian word you mispronounce the entire time correctly for once! Those tiny Indoneian dwrafs: quit talking to me, it's none of your f*cking business where I'm going or where I'm coming from! Don't touch me or talk to me! I'm sick of having this contant smile on my face and of nodding politely all the time. Sometimes the food is weird, sometimes I don't want to chit-chat, and sometimes you do stink!

Aaaaaah, that feels a lot better! Of course I am just kidding a little bit, since I do absolutely love it here. I am not extremely annoyed at all, but I do have to get ome sleep one of these days. I do have to wake up after 8 o'clock one of these days...

I still love you all my dear bitches, and I encourage you all to post a little something on here every now and then, because I sure as hell am very interested in everybody's lives, thoughts, laziness and everything else!

Jordy: Mega site of Bible studies and information

2005-12-21T04:08:00.000-08:00

What's going on?? Whenever I type in "www.1-0-5.blogspot.com" my browser (did I say that right; "browser"?) comes up with the "Mega site of Bible Studies and Information"!!??

There is a phenomenon in New Zealand, that maybe you have noticed, Benson, that when you are looking through the on-screen TV guide on Sky TV sometimes it fucks up and tells you what's on other channels... and it is always the Christian channel... It's like God intervenes!

So I'm thinking maybe this shit is a sign from Jah, especially it coinciding with Christmas and all!! Benson, Bridie, you two are no-good Catholics, what's going on?? (I say "no-good Catholics" because, although I do not subscribe to any organised religion, I do come from a thin-lipped Protestant background, so you are both traditional enemies.)

Anyway, CONGRATULATIONS BENSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That is the single most amazing come-from-behind-victory in the history of anything. In comparison to the 12 Tasks of Hercules, the Conquests of Alexander the Great, and the Civil Rights Campaigns of the 1960's, I can say, without hyberbole, that you passing those courses is one million times better than all of them put together. Fucking well-done, son. Damn. I thought writing that essay at UCLA in four hours was good, but you smoked anything anyone has ever done, ever. Really, well done.

Anyway, I'm a find-out which Xtian punk jacked our blog and get back to you all. Peace, peace, hum du Allah!

Love,
Jordy

Benson: Graduation. Well, Almost.

2005-12-17T08:50:00.000-08:00

It's Benson Engelbert Bachelors of Commerce in Finance biatches!!! Jordy, I fucking pulled that shit off mate. Eventhough i havent attended no graduation ceremony just yet, i have now reserved the right to the title. Finally. it was a touching moment when i found out of the results online. A moment which involved me jumping up and down in hysteria, hugging my mom dad brother and sister. Yes yes, it was nothing short of a miracle, and i guess jordy can testify to that.

How are we all doing? Congrats jordz, and bridz for graduating. It is definitely the season to be jolly.

To be very honest, this is not the most suitable time to write. I am so fucked up tired for the whole day because today we opened another futsal center, Planet Futsal Serpong. The whole process went well, we outsourced the event planning part to a professional EO who managed to get shit loads of local celebs to come and host the event. It was really funny how i was just clueless about who these local celebs were, altho some of them are really cute. I ll post some photos when it's available.

As to what my life is like these days: Well, I went to Thailand for a week just the day after I came back here from New Zealand, for work of course. But it was more fun than work for me really. Thailand is gorgeous! Both the country and the women haha. They have elephants that paint, great culture, drag queens prettier than real women, and beautiful ladies. I felt a little enlightened during the visit as I got to hang out with the old seasoned dudes from the Asia Pacific region (about 10 countries) in the building protection industry. They're cheating horny bastards haha but they re fun people.

After the Thailand trip, the past couple of weeks have been all work. My working hours start the moment i wake up each day and end when i close my eyes at night, usually at 2am. It's super continuous. A few friends tossed the term workaholic to describe me these days. I find that a little ironic. But indeed, managing a little startup isnt the easiest of all jobs especially with the kind of human resources we have on board, or may i say the lack of human resources. That's why after today's opening of our Serpong center, I am gonna focus on recruitment and on the macro things a little more. Just for those of you who still havent got an idea of what my job is, I am developing this company which opens indoor soccer centers. It's a startup but it is starting to assume its identity in the market. It's partly owned by my parents, but I am there as a professional. They pay me shit money by international standards, but it's good enough pay here in Indonesia.

Shit, i am tired. I am gonna leave this post here for the mo.
Sylvia, i m looking forward to seeing you soon babe
here s my cell no
+62 815 1470 1725

Benson Engelbert
benson@theplanetfutsal.com
www.theplanetfutsal.com

Bridie:Graduation

2005-12-14T04:49:00.000-08:00

Well, it seems that Jordy and I graduated on the same day! I wish we were together to celebrate Jordy!! I don't wanna take away Jordy's moment but just wanted to say basically I graduated tonight. I also had a ceremony with all the official clothes etc and it was a really hot day so it wasn't fun in the gowns. But its good to be officially finished!
In other news, things are good here. I had an interview in Canberra (our nation's capital) for a job last week so I'll just have to wait and see with that. I don't really want to move there but its a good job with the government so I guess I will. I still miss you all dearly and am planning a trip to LA to hopefully see some of you. I'll sign out now coz I'm buggered! Congrats Jordy!!

Love Always
Bridie xx (Bachelor of Science and Bachelor of Arts)

Jordy: Graduation

2005-12-13T22:57:00.000-08:00

Peace, peace, watzup?

Yeah, I thought this blog was history. Firstly, Tidey: my heart is with you, sweets. That shit is heavy. It's almost like it's easier in many way being the sick one, because then you feel like YOU can handle it, I guess, but when you're the one supporting the sick person, you just feel helpless. I really hope it all works out well for you. And anyway, Mandy saw one of the photos in 105 of us after the Undie Run and she said that you are hot. I don't know if that helps??

As for me, Jordan Pearson B.A., I OFFCIALLY GRADUATED TODAY!!!!!!!!!!! Hence the lovely letters after my name. The ceremony was in the Christchurch Town Hall, about 450 people graduated and it was the opposite of the how the Hollandanese Graduation Sylvia once posted about sounded to be, as everyone was in full academic regailia, and the faculty members each had a costume more ridiculous than the next. It was tight. Sir Tipene O'Regan gave the speech, who was one of my lectureers for the Maori Experience of Globalization course I took last year. I went to a 21st on Friday and the chick's Mum was the other teacher, and she remembered who I was, but I don't think Tipene did. Ah well, he is a knight of the realm after all.

My Mum, Dad, Nana, Grandpa, Sister, and friend, Steve, all went. I didn't fall over or anything, and it was all good. As I can't post any pictures on this trick-mak-ass, trick, bitch blog, I'll put some on Facebook.

A glamorous affair indeed, topped-off by a soon-to-be glamourous evening, as I now have to go and clean the school.

Hope everyone is all good and shit.

R.I.P Stanley Williams.

Love,
Jordy

It's a Celebration!

2005-12-12T04:16:00.000-08:00

Hello my dear hoes and bitches. Looks like the blog is starting to die on us, so I thought the time was ripe for a new entry to see if there's any life left.

It would be really nice now to actually have something to say. Unfortunately I haven't experienced anything cool, exciting or otherwise worth mentioning. But I do have to say this: I'm going, going, back, back to Cali, Cali!!! I'm scheduled to arrive the 28th of March and I cannot wait!! So, wouldn't it be nice to all meet up there? I know Maria will be leaving this Tuesday, Jordy's been planning to go for some time, Bridie's excited about the plans and James is eager to come as well. Sweet as!

First however, I will go to Indonesia. I will start a blog again, as a place for me to release my fieldwork frustrations and I intend to be as hateful, ethnocentric and culture/race-insensitive as possible. Guess it will be fun to read plus I'll post many beautifyl pics, so I'll fill you guys in on the details when I've actually set it up.

Even though I'm really excited about going to Indonesia (although pre-departure stress, anxiety and fear of failure are definitely setting in by now), I'm also kinda reluctant to leave the Netherlands. I'm not gonna miss the weather, absolutely not and I also dont' really mind leaving my friends and family for a couple of months. It's just that my dad's sick. It's a long, long story that I don't intend to tell, coz it'll exhaust me and it's not very interesting for you to read, but the bottom line is that his heart is failing big time and he's scheduled for an operation at the end of January. When I will be in Indonesia. Of all the horrible news he has had so far (for instance, a doctor trying to reassure my father when he asked if he couldn't be helped sooner: "The only way we'll be able to help you quicker is when someone scheduled before you dies", not realising this led my father to the conclusion that the person behind him will get operated quicker if he dies...), the most fucked up has been that all his teeth have to be pulled, because he has some chronical bacterial infection that will cause him to die immediately if those bacterias get to his heart during or after the operation. The only solution to this is that my dad gets fake teeth. And you know how much I hate false teeth! I made him promise not to joke around with those teeth or I will kill him if his heart won't. Just kidding, just kidding... My poor dad is all alone and he's taking all this pretty hard, so me and my sister help wherever we can, which has been pretty tough on the both of us. I hate to leave for fieldwork, not just because something might happen to my dad, but also because my sister might have to take on all of his care. But I'll mobilize the rest of the family to help out, so that'll be fine. And about me being away: my dad said he really wanted me to go, and since this is supposed to be a routine operation (yeah, routine: opening up someone's chest!), I don't really think anything's gonna happen. And if it does, me being there or somewhere else won't change it anyway. But I am okay, not feeling very cheerful, but absolutely not down and out, so no wozzas beauties!

Ok, long story and not particularly funny, I know. But I think this blog is meant to inform each other of what is occupying our minds and for the past few months this has been occupying mine. But a promis: as soon as I start having fun again, you guys will be the first to read the funky-fresh stories. Much love to you all.

That is, if anybody still read this thing.

Post something, bitches!

Puppy (by Jordy)

2005-11-12T00:38:00.000-08:00

Peace, peace, Hum du Allah, watzup?

Ch-ch-check-it-out: I haven't posted on this lovely blog in ages. Hope y'all have been great. Follow only that which brings you joy, all else is but folly. I thought I would regail you with the dramatic events that have unfolded around 31 Finnsarby Place these last couple of days...

The first takes place on a quiet evening in the (Southern Hemisphere) Summer of 2005. I think it was Monday, maybe Tuesday, Dad and I were out visiting my Nana, who was actually feeling a little under the weather, unfortunately. However, more drama was unfolding at home; we got back about 5 minutes too late... Our neighbour was down on the driveway doing some sweeping, as one does, when he saw one of our cats, whose name is unfortunately confusing for the purposes of this story: Puppy, go tearing along, followed viciously by a Weimaraner dog (a type of hunting dog) who had strayed down off the pblic walking track on the hill behind our house. Now Puppy is one of the more eccentric cats you can meet, with his various, quite sick fettishes, such as his one for shoes, but he's like a brother to me and I love him. So, my neighbour, Richard, and my sister were alarmed by Puppy's cries for help, and sprinted to the end of the driveway to see Puppy on his back with the Weimaraner tearing at his throat. Richard took to the dog with the broom he had, screaming various threats, and hitting it four times, breaking the broom across its back before it let go. Puppy was pretty fucked-up and tried to climb a tree, but fell back down because he had torn-out all his claws. So while Puppy lay there, the dog stood there and then began to close in. My sister, Richard, and my Mum were shouting at the dog, and it's owners up on the track, but to no avail. Pup and the dog were in a big mass of trees, so it was hard for him, but Richard got in, cutting himself on the bushes, and jabbed the dog several times with the broken broom handle, real hard, but it wouldn't deter. So my sister swooped-in and grabbed Puppy up and took-off with him, his blood running over her. But the dog chased her and closed in on her, circling and growling. She and my Mum, kicked at it and shouted at it, and eventually made it back to the house.

Thus, the story had a happy ending: Puppy survived. He was in shock or something at the start, but they stopped him bleeding, and calmed him down. He just stared into space for a couple of days, but he seems back to his old, strange self again. The dog was nowhere to be seen, but we found-out where it lives, through some contacts. It seems to have mysteriously and conveniently vanished though...

The next charming story involves a mating couple of Paradise ducks, who have been around the area for a couple of years. Yesterday, they were up the back of our house causing a commotion, so we went out to see what was up, and realised that they were actually asking for help. We have a ditch behind our house that leads to a cool drain, which has been both the source of immense joy (for boyish larakinism, and other jolly japes) and terror (as uncomfirmed reports had it as the place It, the clown, lived). It leads into a deep drain, into which three (out of six) of the most gorgeous ducklings had fallen. They are pretty much gonners if they go down the drain pipe, so I grabbed a ho and told her to get the other sort of ho and fished the lillte buggers out with that. They were so cool, man, the first one I fished-up, struggled and fell-off a couple of times, but as soon as I got it near the top it did a big (for its size) jump and took off up the ditch, flat-out, on its tiny legs. And the other two got the idea and actually jumped onto the ho before doing the same thing. So we rescued all six of them, while the Mother and Father duck dive-bombed us and pecked at us (which was kind-of freaky as they are pretty big) and sent them on their merry way. Now all they have to watch-out for is cats, dogs, and young boys trying to kill and/or eat them. Man, nature is a fucked-up thing.

But anyway: happy endings to those stories, at least, for now. Other than our various white, middle class, pet and animal related dramas, not a whole lot has been going on, and white, middle-class life has been pretty stultifying and soul-crushing. I can see why Rockland, California has the highest crack-usage per capita of any city in America. Guy Fawkes day passed without any major fires, unfortunately, and everyone has finished their University exams here now. Not that that makes much difference, and I am actually writing this at 10.16 on a Saturday night. Fuck it, I'm going to bed until the All Blacks are on -- playing (and certainly destroying) Ireland at 3.30am New Zealand time. Go, All Blacks!

On a sad note however, Greens Party co-leader Rod Donald died suddenly of a rare virus one week ago. Only a few weeks back he put on a video down in the local church about the impending "peak-oil crisis" and answered my various smart-ass questions wth respect and a mild manner. His lost will be felt across the nation for years to come.

Peace-out. Go in Love and Light.

Love,
Jordy

Crazy Dutch girls get together

2005-11-08T13:48:00.000-08:00

No, this picture was not taken under the influence of alcohol. Well, not too much alcohol anyway. We're preparing to drink tequila and emptying our pockets. Good memories (and a couple of not so good ones for a certain someone).

Aaah, I have many good tequila memories! I just seem to have forgotten all about them, and only recall breakfast burrito's.... How many do you think we can handle tonite?

Breakfast burritos are usually better than dining hall food, but Tidey chose a good day. And if you have to sit in a bus for 10 hours, I still say a breakfast burrito is the only thing that will keep you standing.

I'm nauseous already!! Remember it's your room I'll be throwing up in tonite!! Hey Bridie, we just encountered your ex-lover.... He got fat!!

Speaking of my room...and of course, Tidey in it:

Yeah, that's right. I'm wearing glasses nowadays! And kick ass like Uma Thurman. JK, they're Hedwig's. Look at her striking a sexy pose...:

Well, sexy. Strange, in any case. Still crazy after all those years...

Anyway: we miss you crazy-sexy-cool mofo's! We'll make sure to have plenty of alcoholic consumptions in your honor, and sing along at the top of our lungs when Gasolina is played.

Still, 14B is not worthy to lick the boots of 105. Mostly because it lacks a Bridie. And a Jordy. And a Marty (yeah, had to make that rhyme), a Bensdaddy and a Jamie (ditto). Without of course forgetting the most honored member of the club: Magee.

Greetings from the wintery low lands

Keep it real, fezzas!

Tidey and Heidi

Gotta have teeth.

2005-10-29T11:38:00.000-07:00

Talking about infinite tooth paste: I still use the toothpaste I got in LA and I brush my teeth (at least) twice a day!

I think most people fear things. Among these are some common phobia's, such as arachnophobia or fear of heights, but also some more unusual fears. For instance I have a friend with a grass- and batrachophobia (yes, a fear of frogs). I am afraid of certain things as well. I really don't like spiders and after having seen "It" when I was eight I don't like going to the bathroom or taking a shower when I'm home alone. But to speak of an 'extreme or irrational fear or dislike' would be an exaggeration. I do however extremely dislike false teeth. This stems from a time when I was very young (and very little) and paid my sick grandfather in hospital a visit. Because I was thirsty my mom told me to get a cup from the shelf above the sink in my granddad's hospital room and fill it with water. Maybe you can still remember being so short that you had to stand on your toes and reach out as far as possible just to get to the tap. I recall filling the cup, which I could only see from below since the sink was so high, with water and anticipating the joy of drinking the nice, refreshing and cold water. I turned the cup and moved my mouth closer to it, but just before I took a sip I saw my grandfather's fake teeth floating in the cup I just filled! This experience plus a nasty friend of my father's who used to tease me by trying to bite me with his false teeth half in and half out of his mouth were enough to completely put me off the idea of false teeth.

Last Wednesday I took the train to Groningen to visit my friends and family there. The train usually takes about three hours and because I don't really like having people sit beside me (believe me: I attract weirdo's) for such a long time I always put my huge bag on the seat next to me (as long as it can be considered not too impolite that is). As more and more people entered the train I removed my bag and prayed a normal human being would decide to choose this seat. Unfortunately a really old, smelly man sat down beside me. The first thing I noticed was his annoyingly heavy breathing. I tried to concentrate on the book I was reading, but I was distracted because of some strange movement in the man's face. It was like a twitch or something. Annoyed to such a point that I became curious I looked at him to see what he was doing repetitively all the time. It turned out he was playing with his false teeth. He kept making the funniest faces, while moving his set of false teeth around in his mouth. I was immediately shocked, appalled and nauseous. He kept doing it over and over again, I couldn't even read anymore! Of course my train decided to spend an extra 15 minutes at the station we were at, due to 'technical difficulties' and to proceed it's journey at half speed. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the old man removed his teeth from his mouth and started removing little bits and pieces from it...

Thank God he left the train after an hour and a half! Believe me: that was a very long hour and a half.

Much love as always, Tidey!

Because it made me think of you

2005-10-24T11:56:00.000-07:00

Hey guys!

I haven't posted in a while due to general boredom (although I've had mahogany hair as of last thursday, I'll post a picture of that soon), but I saw this, and well...I immediately knew that my friends here wouldn't understand the sheer brilliance of this, and you guys -I think you'll especially like it, Tidey- might.

So, enjoy!

I miss "Do you think toothpaste is infinite" and all our crazy talk...

H.

Hasselhoff!!!

2005-10-20T03:51:00.000-07:00

Hi Boys and Girls,

How is everyone? I just wanted to say that I miss you all very much!!! With University drawing to an end (5 more days of classes left then finals) life is fairly boring at the moment, but when I'm feeling uninterested in life I remember 105 and smile hahaha. I'm busy looking for jobs which will be nice coz of the actual wage, but then I do have to grow up which kinda sux! I am still busy planning many trips to visit all of you though so don't worry..you can't get rid of me that easily!

Anyways, the above picture is of me and some of my girlies at a friend's 21st. Loads...I mean Heaps.. of fun. Enjoy!!

P.S David Hasselhoff is the special guest at the ARIAs this week (they are the Australian music awards) haha I Love It!!!

Love you all
Bridie xxx

It's F-O-A-M, bitch!

2005-10-17T06:33:00.000-07:00

As promised boys and girls, this is the picture Jordy and I took at a little cosy bar in town, FOAM - one of my favorite place in town. It's one of only 3 places in town that serve Absynthe at 90%alc; thats the drink Jordy was bitching about in his recent post. The effect on Jordy was so great that almost immediately he tried to make a move on the bargirl - in vain. Shame on you Jordy!

Anyways, now that i am posting pictures, the second pic is me looking ultra-cool while working hard in Indonesia.

I am out bitches,
Benson

Benson: Jordy.

2005-10-08T18:24:00.000-07:00

So Jordy has succesfully proven, yet again, how much a distraction he is to my little pursuit of academic excellence. 3 days to D-day (by that i mean, my first exam), and that bitch took me out to town. Of course, I am just blaming him to feel less guilty. I had wanted to go out for the whole day, I just needed an excuse - Jordan's birthday (there you go). Pearson and I, with a couple great buggers, catched a rugby game down at a local sumner pub, which was packed with a bunch of old rugby heads. I could honestly say we were the most handsome bunch in the crowd. Then we went to my place, pre-partied, went to town, met more people, got smashed, Jordan displayed his dancing skills, I was denied the love of a beautiful lady because of her bodyguard...............(memory lost, cause: too much booze)

How are we all doing? I hope all is good with you guys. Congratulations James and Sylvia for your degrees, and Jordan for turning 21. You are finally legit, oops I forget you are not in the States anymore (haha I just had to write that Jord). It'll come handy next Spring break when he's back partying with the UCLA crowd though.

I haven't been able to transfer the picture of our (J and I) little absynthe drinking experience to my computer, but rest assured that the picture will be posted here when it's available. I took another shot of absynthe last night, that shit never tasted nastier, I was totally choked.

A little update on me,me,me. I just recently returned to Christchurch after working for 2 months or so in Indonesia. It's been a cold summer down here, we havent had the priviledge of a 35-37 degree that Bridgie is enjoying at the mo. But working in Indonesia was F.U to the N, I worked hard and I played hard (occasionally too hard, but all were good). It was weird at first giving people, significantly older than you, orders and it was weird when they called you Mr. Benson or Sir, but I got used to it on the second day haha. I handled mostly the business development and marketing part of our new indoor soccer business which is still in its infancy. Check out the lame ass website I made for it, they have pictures if you cant understand the words (http://www.theplanetfutsal.com). Anywhoo these couple of weeks, I am back being the same old failing student. And yes, I still drink quite a bit in the weekends. As I told Jordy just now, this getting smashed thing is getting old, but it's funny how I only think that way on Sundays (when I am having hangovers).

I want to say I miss you all, but I am done being all too sentimental and shit. Haha who am I kidding, I am still the same crybaby, so yea I do miss you guys.

Much love, and hate bitches!

Benson - out

Hot, Hot, Hot! (Heet, Heet, Heet!)

2005-10-04T04:52:00.000-07:00

Hmmm well it seems that summer is starting in October this year in Oz. The past few days have been 30/31 degrees celcius...Thursday is going to be 35 and Saturday...37!!! Yes, it sure will be fun going to Uni in the next couple of weeks in the roasting Brisbane sun. My tolerance has gone right down too, I was so hot the other day and it was only 30...I'm not sure I'll survive! So..don't you wish you lived in beautiful tropical Queensland?

Peace out
Bridie xxx

Jordy: Benson

2005-09-30T18:31:00.000-07:00

Ch-check it out...

Hello, everyone. First-off, I will start by saying "FUCK," as in "Fuck this blog," because I can't upload pictures on it. However, if I could, imagine a photo of Benson and I, my strikingly handsome face highlighted by the setting sun, as we stand powerfully in front of a fine automobile with Sumner's famous Cave Rock in the backgroud.

Yes, that's right! Englebert is back in town and we caught up the other day, and again last night. Second-off, I will continue by saying "Fuck," as in "Fuck you Benson," because he conned me into drinking Absynth (spelling??) or some shit like that, that has 90% alcoholic volume! It actually wasn't that bad, and he did pay, so, actually, "Cheers, mate". I met Benson's crew, who are all good-buggers, although my crew could take them in a fight. We hung around at a bar called "Foam," which is a very misleading name, because there was NO foam to be seen, which destroyed my vision of an Iggy's-like foam party (although that place was "a shithole in the ground, that had to be moving mad shit out the back to be able to trun a profit" (Maximo, 2005)). I talked politics with the owner and Benson was chatted-up by a wasted old-ass German man, who I would have laid flat if he came at me crooked one more time.

Then we went to a strip club and I came home. Did you make it back, Benson??

As for the life and times of Jordan Pearson: I have been working at a bar called "Wakefields" which I intend to quit in about three-and-a-half hours. I have scored some more painting work, and also some work maintaining this big house up on Clifton hill. I can't thing of anything noteworthy that has transpired in a while, so please allow me to conclude by saying "Hey don't miss out on what you're passing, you're missing the hootah of the funky buddah/ Eluder of the fucked up style's that get wicked, so come on as I start to kick it/ Cause we're like outlaws ridding while suckers are hiding/ Jump behind the bush when you see me driving by'
hanging out my window, and my magnum taking out some putohs/ Acting kind of loco I'm just another local kid from the street getting paid for my vocals/ Here is something you can't understand, How I could just kill a man".

Also props to Teedee and Kenneeedee for finishing their degrees. Respect... Really.

Love,
Jordy

Picture...

2005-09-30T04:47:00.000-07:00

Okokokok, because you asked. I personallyhate this pic!!! Btw: if you look closely you might see the date of birth that is written on my diploma, the 29th (???) of September!!! Not only did they have the nerve to say Teedee, they also managed to get my date of birth wrong, making my diploma invalid....

Still love you! Tidey.

BA & B-day.

2005-09-26T15:11:00.000-07:00

Hello cuties,

because it's been some time since my last proper post I'd like to tell you all a bit about my past week. This last week has been quite an eventful one: not only did I receive my Bachelor's degree, but I also celebrated my 22nd birthday. About four times that is. As all of you will know by now I am very fond of myself, so I tend to slightly exaggerate any celebration focused on me and noone but me.

I had my firts b-day party in Leiden last Thursday, as you all know very well, since I invited you to come through the blog. I was really disapointed only Hedwig had the decency to drop by! Anyway, the festivities started quite timidly with not too many party people in da house. After a little while however more people came to fill my tiny room with joy, laughter and booze. I saw some people again that I hadn't seen since I left and it was good catching up with them again. I enjoyed myself and I think everybody had a good time. I did miss the space we had in 105 and the overall tendency people had there to dance instead of just talk. But it was good. After a while I kicked everybody out, because I had promised some friends in The Hague I would go out with them. After a short train ride we finally arrived in The Hague at 1 AM... But we were still funky fresh and ready to party. So the die hard party people that were left (me, Hedwig, Maud and my German 'buddy' Laura) met up with the gang in some club and had a fun time there as well. After two hours we had to leave however. I really needed to get at least some sleep before my graduation, coz I don't think it's very polite to fall alseep during the speech given in your honor... So we went to bed at around five-ish after having eaten some needed kebab at the local Turkish cafe. Maria and another friend who were spending the night were already sleeping and I think Hedwig and I were pretty quiet crawling into bed..

The next morning I woke up because Hedwig had to leave at nine and I couldn't fall asleep after that... So me and Maria chatted for a bit and had breakfast. After she had left as well I decided to get all dressed up for my graduation: high heeled pink shoes, light grey cute skirt and jacket, pink top and a pink flower in my hair. Once a Tidey always a Tidey... My parents and sister arrived at 11:30, they drove all the way from Groningen just to see me graduate. I don't really know why: those things are hellaboring! But I was flattered of course... The graduation itself was pretty cool, apart from the boring part, which lasted till it was about my turn (and I was the last person to receive her diploma). Before the ceremony started my study coordinator came up to me asked me how my last name was to be pronounced, so I told him. I really hate it when people mispronounce my name during important things. When it was my turn however, a professor of mine called for Miss Sylvia Teedee!!! Since I can never keep my big mouth shut I shouted through the entire room: "Well, well, well Mr Shadid. You've known me for three years now and you can't even pronounce my name properly during my graduation??" Finally a touch of humor in the midst of all this seriousness! He said some nice and some funny things about me and then told me and the audience that I had received my BA degree... with honors!!!! Yay!!! That day I felt hellasmart and hellaloved! And hellatired, since I had hardly slept the previous night...

That night I had my second party in Groningen. Broke-ass friends!! They didn't show up until 11 PM. Lazy mofo's! If I had known, I could have slept for a bit! I'm not ever inviting them again! This Sunday my family came to give me prezzies and stuff, which was cool. Today, the actual day of my b-day I cooked some Mexican dinner for a small group of friends (looooove the refried beans!!). Right now I'm all partied out. I'm 22 now, all this partying wears me out nowadays!

Fin

2005-09-20T17:09:00.000-07:00

So about 10 minutes ago, I sent in my last paper ever... and... I am... freaking out.
I'm done with college, graduated, s'all done, and I'm already starting to miss UCLA. And so uh yeah, I'm going to go either, pass out, run abotu yelling, or get very drunk, and so I bid you all a good day... and... I will probably talk to you various persons later. .... I finished COLLEGE...AAAAAAH....

Invitation!

2005-09-19T13:52:00.000-07:00

My dear party people,

Monday the 26th I will reach the impressive age of 22. Because of this I'll be having a party at my place in lovely Leiden this Thursday. The party will start at about 20:00. We'll have some drinks first and then go out in wicked the Hague... Anyone who happens to be in the neigborhood is more than welcome to come. Hope to see all of u bitches then!! Much love,

Tidey.

A UCLAish party

2005-09-16T17:27:00.000-07:00

I think I finally belong again.

I finally felt again like I did in LA, stimulated, at home, content.

It was the birthday party of two of my best friends (one of whom I dated for a short while once upon a time). Most of my closest friends left pretty quickly, but I stayed until, well, ten minutes ago, and I had these great conversations. With the cousin of the guy I dated, a guy I'd met only twice before. With a guy we all used to look up to in physics class, who decided while at Berkeley that physics wasn't his thing after all, and that he wouldn't aim for the top any more, a move none of us understood but which, as I saw tonight, clearly made him a happier person. With a guy I used to dislike, but who seems to have found his place at last as well, and who I had a perfectly nice conversation with. And with many others.

In short, it reminded me of house parties at UCLA.

This of course makes the situation kind of double. I finally stopped feeling out of place here for a bit, but the moment made me homesick, especially when Stefan put on the Kings of Convenience song which I listened to 20 times a day when I just giot back (it is, of course, called "Homesick").

I miss you guys...

Oh well. As you can probably tell, this was written under the influence of alcohol. Don't take it too seriously, please. I just wish life was full of evenings like these, and it feels like UCLA was.

Take care, fezzas!

Hedwig

Thunder from Down Under!

2005-09-09T04:41:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone!! How are we all?? I was looking through some old pics my mum has the other day and found these. The one of me as a baby is my favourite coz I look like I'm dancing...hehe being a kid was so much fun! The other one is me in primary school..wish I still had that nice blonde hair! Things here are good, graduation is approaching and the weather is getting nice and warm. I love spring! Except for the birds. There are these birds here called Magpies that in Spring when they have babies they get really protective of them and swoop at anyone walking past. Quite scary really..so you have to wear a hat when you're out walking! Another crappy thing is that I have a cold (flu) and feel really bad and I have an exam on Tuesday (always happens!!). Oh well, didn't stop me from going out last night to a pub near my uni..heaps of fun! I'm going out tomorrow night too for a friends birthday..dont think it will be a big one though if I feel like this still! Otherwise my weekend is filled with working and studying...yay!
Good news though, I got a call today from one of the research places I applied to for a summer scholarship, they want me to have an interview. They are just gonna do it over the phone coz its in Melbourne. So wish me luck...would love to be in Melbourne this summer!!!

Anyways, hope everyone is good and miss you all (miss LA a lot this week actually!).

Talk to you all soon I'm sure
Love always,
Bridie xxx

The Big Easy.....

2005-09-04T15:15:00.000-07:00

Guys......i think we're lucky to have seen the real New Orleans.
xMartinx

2005-09-04T04:43:00.000-07:00

Okay cuties! I've hereby posted some pics of my room in Leiden (while moving all my stuff back in..), myself and my home town Groningen, just so you guys can get an impression.

I've been trained for my new job at a credit card company and so far I've made some mad dough!! Sweeet!! My school will start again this coming week, and I'm looking forward. I'll be leaving for Indonesia at the beginning of January, to conduct my research on HIV/AIDS there. My plan is to take a cultural perspective on the disease (after all, I am an Cultural Anthropologist!) and find out what people from all ages, classes, sexes and religion know about HIV/AIDS, what the stigma's and taboos surrounding the disease are, in order to design a culturally appropriate prevention method/campaign. I'm really looking forward to it!! I also want to take some extra courses on Human Rights and of course Indonesian. It's good thing I got rid of my boyfriend and tv, coz I'm gonna be sooooo busy this year!!! Hopefully I'll be done by the time people start arriving in the Low Lands to experience our victory in the World Championships Soccer! Yay! Love y'all still!

Tidey.

Moved in

2005-08-29T06:54:00.000-07:00

Well, I just moved into my new room, with mucho thanks to my mom and brother, and I finally kind of feel like the year to come. The room's not as big as I'd expected, it's probably the smallest in the unit but I think it's also the best one, because I have two huge windows looking out. I mean, they're about twice as high as what you see in the picture. I have all my stuff, I already saw some of my friends again, and maybe it's not going to be so bad being back after all. And just in case it is that bad, burritos with Sylvia this Friday will surely cheer me up!

The contents of the room not seen in the picture are a big closet for my clothes, a cubboard, a TV which currently has no use since I forgot to bring the cable and I currently have no DVD player. There's also a pouf, a comfy chair, and a little table.

This will be my home for the year to come...Oh well. At least it's a nice home.

Hedwig

Greetings from BrisVegas!!!

2005-08-27T03:39:00.000-07:00

Hello friends!!

Sylvia, this photo is especially for you. This is the picture that is on the wall in our room at Peta's house where we crash after a night out. That's what faces us when we wake up in the morning!! Haha. How is everyone?? Things here are good...apart from the fact that the Lions are losing again and it looks like our season is over. Oh well I still love them. Uni is still the most boring time I've ever had in my life but I'm back at work now so at least I can do my own photos and I have money to go out. Last night we went to dinner for a friend of Peta's birthday and then out to a pub afterwards. That was pretty fun except for the amount of feral old men trying to hit on us...ughhh! Had to work today and so having a quiet one tonight, I probably should be doing some school work but of course I'm not. I mean, the footy is on, hello! Hmm I just got a picture text from martin of the cricket scoreboard. Yes Martin we do let you guys win sometimes so you don't feel too much like losers... I mean you already have to deal with the fact that you're pommies so we feel for you. Hey we have a new soccer competition starting this weekend in Australia. First game is Queensland vs New Zealand..hope we win (sorry Jordy).
Well that's about all happening in my life. Hope it's not too exciting for you. No movie premieres unfortunately but its all good. Miss you all HEAPS and wish you were here.

All my love
Bridie xxx

Random oddness

2005-08-25T00:34:00.000-07:00

This thing is right by my apartment buidling. See anything peculiar?
It seems to me to be vines spooled around a metal signpost.
I show you this because, one, I think its interesting and two, because I haven't been able to come up with a satisfactory explanation as to how this came to pass.
Any thoughts? (Three, I'm bored)

-James

Free Virus Protection from UCLA

2005-08-23T05:13:00.000-07:00

I'm in the middle of the worlds most time consuming three page essay right now, but it dawned on me I should share this free virus protection software thingy with all of you because... you know, free virus protection software is inherently, well, spiffy. Your BOL account needs to still be good, I think Hedwig's still is so I'm assuming everyone else's is too. If not, then, well I guess you feel pretty silly, don't you? Anyway, first you need to set up a BOL Proxy Server. How do you do that you ask? What a stupid question. But if you absolutely cannot figure it out, go here http://www.bol.ucla.edu/services/proxy/
After you've managed that, go on over to this page
http://www.bol.ucla.edu/software/sophos/
and select the appropriate download, and there you go, free and as far as I can discern, adequate virus protection. Now you can wheel and deal spam e-mails with a reasonable sense of security.
Anyway, back to agonizing over insane teacher's insane paper where you're only allowed to use a form of "to be" once per page. *Grumble, grumble*

-James

Back in the low lands once again

2005-08-22T14:24:00.000-07:00

Hello fezzas! After a very long, exhausting, 17-hour bus trip from Brive in France to Amsterdam, during which I was hit on, kinda, by a bald canadian (an experience, I'm telling you) and during which I tried - without success, unfortunately- to smuggle a bottle of rosé onto the bus, I am back in my parents' house. It's ok, I guess. I'm here with my sister and brother, which basically means I am alone, because my sister gone most of the time and my little brother is entirely involved with his computer. I watched a very silly and long french movie (with kristen scott thomas, who is about as british as they get. I really wonder if she was speaking her own lines...if she did, her french accent is almost perfect) tonight, I think that's about as exciting as my life is going to get in the coming week. I really don't feel like going back to UC. I'm probably going to move next monday, but there are some people, well, there is one person I really don't feel like seeing, and my courses are still a mess. I'm probably going to get trapped in an intro to cognitive science course, of which they say that they "made it more scientific this time. Really!". Not exactly promising.

Oh well, enough bitching. Life gives you puppies too, sometimes, and I'm hoping I'll see some soon. The last year probably isn't going to be that bad. As for what Sylvia says...my LA homesickness isn't over yet, especially since I feel very isolated here and I haven't seen any of my friends again yet, but it is getting better. Sylvia is right, it slowly transorms to memories. Very good ones, that must be said.

Don't let those goddamned bedbugs bite,

Hedwig.

Just to see if it works...

2005-08-22T14:02:00.000-07:00

A Day In The Life Of a Dutchie.

2005-08-22T09:58:00.000-07:00

Hello party people!

I thought it was about time for another little update about me, since I personally love everything about me, especially the fact that I love everything about me. I'll first tell you some of the things I've been up to these past weeks, then I'll tell you about my job and finally tell something very shocking...

I've been travelling back and forth between Groningen (parents, sister, friends) and Leiden (Uni, friends) the last couple of weeks. Even though I was bored and very LA sick, Groningen was rather nice, since I hung out with my friends there a lot. I fled the city however when two of my friends told me they loved me... On the same night!! I decided to leave before shit got hot 'n heavy and moved to Leiden for a bit. All my Uni friends are slowly returning to this boring little city and combined with last week being the freshmen's introduction week this led to a nice fun-filled time. I did some extreme partying on Monday and Tuesday, in Leiden as well as the Hague: I drank too much, laughed too much, danced too much, spontaneously forgot half of one night, had so much fun, and somewhere along the way lost E20,- (!!!) and my free public transport pass... After me and my friends had sobered up after Tuesday however (about three days later) she found both the money and the pass again.

Good thing, because I needed that pass to go to a job interview in Amsterdam. Since some train had derailed (is that a word and if not do you get what I mean??) last week it took me about half an hour longer to reach my destination, which meant I had to get up at 6:15 AM. Now that should be illegal. Of course they hired me, so I could start my first week of training last Friday. I got up at 6:15, left my house at 7 AM and returned again at 7 PM... Very tiring indeed! I decided not to complain and sulk, but to 'be present' and even try to enjoy things I usually wouldn't consider to be very enjoyable. I was extremely social and adorable that day and fortunately me and all of my coworkers seem to be getting along. I'm gonna work for a credit card company by the way, calling people to convince them to keep their card or spend more money or something. Quite stupid, but since it's gonna be a new department the entire company approaches this project with an adorable enthusiasm. And they pay us very well. And the gave us free lunch (that first day). So all in all, it's pretty sweet. This week I have training every day from 9 to 5, which is gonna be tough. I'll get through it though, thinking of all the money I'm making...

And now the shocking thing: I am completely over LA. Really. Instead of really remebering and feeling everything, the entire LA-experience has become a memory. One of the sweetest memories I have, but nevertheless a memory. I realised this yesterday and I'm still in shock. It's good in the sense that I now can truly focus on my life (no matter how dull) here, but I am afraid to forget all the plans I made there. I was wondering how all of you are doing with regards to our exchange, if you're dealing with the same thing. Maybe it's just because I'm tired from work and stuff... Anywayz, I do still love all of you guys and I do miss you all. Forever love,

Tidey

Jordy: Fuck this blog, and the whole damn system!

2005-08-21T01:39:00.000-07:00

Fuck this blog and the whole damn system! I wanted to post one about the "Undie 500" down to Dunedin this weekend, but through Safari the application just quits, and through Explorer there is NO THING TO PUT PICTURES ON!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, the Undie 500 was wucked. It's when a whole bunch of students from Canterbury University buy cars for UNDER $500, do them up with a theme, and drive them down to Dunedin. It is one of the most savage weekends known to mankind, at present. People start drinking at 8.00am, the cars get to the Canterbury campus around 10.30am, and then they leave around 12.30pm. A lot break down on the way, but pretty much everyone makes it there. The aim is to drive up the steepest street in the world, which happens to be in Dunedin, at the end, but everyone is too mashed to do that by the time they get there, I think. So many people were WASTED by 11.00am, I saw people already passed-out by then.

There were about 150 cars officially in it this year, and I was really impressed by most of them. The winner of "Best Dressed Car" was the "Tour de Pub" entry, which had three cars, one of them the like the Time Car from the Tour de France, with about 20 people on bikes with bike-shorts and yellow jerseys painted-on riding behind. I think they got in the cars to go down to Dunedin because it takes about 5 hours to get there, driving. "Thomas the Tank'd Engine" was another good one, the car transformed into the train. "& Bar" was my favourite; a bar, like the building, around a van. The cars were really awesome and most entries had matching costumes as well, so the bars were funny down in Dunners; with American Football Team, the Bondage Gimps from "Gimp My Ride," Captain Planet, Geisha Girls, etc., etc. But mainly everyone was fucked-up.

New Zealand is exactly how I described it, but probably worse. There were so many fucked-up entries, like "The London Terrorist Bombers," "NASA -- Columbia (as in Need Another Seven Astronauts)," "CSI: Motueka (as in Cum Stain Investigation)," "The Al-Qaeda Flight School (complete with dead babies (dolls) on it)," lot's of fucked-up shit like that which people thought was funny. It's like they got to be about 15 years old and their sense-of-humour never progressed from there, with entries like "Bonk the Builder: Can We Fuck It? Yes We Can!" and the "Ilam Pound: Pounding Stray Bitches since 1984". The start was mental as well; the cars drive up on a podium and everyone just eggs them. The egging went on the whole time, and you had to watch-out all the time you were there, I got some on me, but was pretty lucky. There were so many thrown, cars couldn't get up the podium any more because it was too slippery, and I saw some innocent bystander on her way to lectures, take a wrong turn and get pelted until she was covered in egg. It was the perfect illustration of how fezza New Zealand is; imagine having been drinking from 8.00am Friday--probably right through until and including Sunday, and drving back 5 hours in a van packed with up to 15 people, hung-over as a mutha-fucka. It's just not pretty.

Saying that though, I did have a great time. I didn't get my shit together fast enough, so didn't get to go down in the "Jamaican Knob-Sled Team"... fortunately, as on the way back we were driving behind them and saw thm having a fight in the back of the van while it was driving at about 60mph and swerving around. I was going to hitch, but realised I'd get way too fucked-up with eggs as the cars went past, so got a lift down with my friend's friend. My friend, Timi, lives down there -- the purpose of my visit -- in a classic Dunedin student flat. It's one of, if not THE biggest night of Dunedin's year (as Graduation was on as well), so we went to "The Captain Cook" which was going-off, and then down to "Two Bears" which had the most vicious dance floor I've ever seen, just a complete mosh pit, playing this shitty 1995-style techno radio-mix crap music. I didn't actually see a fight though, amazingly. Even more amazingly though, I DID see Joe Rokocoko. And endied up back at Timi's around 5.00/5.30??

Sorry I can't supply the pictures and instead had to write 1000 words. Like I said, fuck this blog and the whole damn system, or perhaps, fuck this computer and its boke-assedness. Oh -- the best Undie 500 car was "Survivor" who had challenges for immunity and then voted one person off at each pub on the way down, who then had to find their own way down there, hitching rides with other cars. Yeah, they stop-off at about 5 pubs on the way down there too: mental.

Hope everyone else is good, and coping with the loss of Magee.

Love,
Jordy

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Here you can see a picture of last year's one...

http://www.varsity.co.nz/features/articles.asp?id=4762

This was better, and I still hate blogs, and bloggin in general.

Love,
Jordy

New Phone!

2005-08-18T16:03:00.000-07:00

I have a sexy new phone.........please inquire on im for an exciting description, or just the number.
xMartinx

Bridie = Bored!!!

2005-08-17T23:04:00.000-07:00

My fellow Americans,

I am at university right now, half way through a 6 hour break between classes so I just wanted to say that I am bored out of my mind!!! On another note, it looks like I will probably get my old job back. While it wasn't my first preference, any money right now is better than nothing. I have to start saving for my next trip!!! Let's see...what else is happening in my life... I found out yesterday that one of my good friends that has been living in London is coming home for a few weeks next week so I am looking forward to seeing him and catching up. I am also busy applying for research scholarships for this summer, working in labs. I have applied for one in Melbourne and one in Canberra, the Canberra one would be a better opportunity but I would have to live in Canberra for eleven weeks. I guess that doesnt mean anything to you guys but Canberra is not exactly a happening place...Melbourne on the other hand is awesome so it would be fun to live there for a bit! Other than that my life is pretty boring...uni...hanging out with friends etc etc. Most days I wish you were all here to make it more fun!

Anyways I suppose I should probably be using this time to do school work or something....

Hope everyone is good, and miss you all

Love the Wizard of Oz..... (or should that be witch???)

Green Land, Old Institutions......CHAVS.

2005-08-15T04:02:00.000-07:00

Yo,
back in England and sunny London!
So there you have it. From left to right The Colombian Snow(my band):Scotty, Myself, Alex and Tangy. The pic was taken afew years ago when we had our 'high-school' leaving dinner. As you can tell from the background it was in an old building in a small town called St. Albans. Main reason for putting this pic up? Well, obviously to make a foooooooool of myself, but also cos i saw Scotty and Tangy the other day when they came round for the 'usual' pizza and video session, good times!
So i stepped off the plane after watching Madagascar, Million Dollar baby and Kicking and Screaming with (Will Fezza) and as i entered Heathrow i see my parents.......did they get smaller or did i get taller? Huge hugs all around and funnily enough....70degrees Farenheit! Unfortunately, it's gone back to a typical english summer though, ie. RANDOM! You can never bloody tell whether it's going to be sunny or rainy, one minute it's blue skies with some clouds and the next it's pissing down! Kinda put a bummer on my basketball activities yesterday, i was genuinely upset!!!!!!!
I did go and get abit drunk with friends on saturday though, at least London is still fashionable and the mobile phones are sooooo much better than in the US! There are also many many Chavs which is the English version of Derows, they basically have children when they're 16 or wear short tracksuit trousers showing white socks.Stanmore is also still Stanmore, parents changed the door handles so i'm abit freaked out but i'm recovering slowly.
Generally life is cool, i'm doing alright but as we all may feel, a part of me has been left behind in LA. (probably my seeds! hahahahahhaha- i know, gross).
Anyways, im off to get a cool phone and start on some reading....crazy. Love all y'all.
Peace, respect, Channukah is soon.
xMartinx aka MD33 aka Sunny London

Straight Outta Westwood

2005-08-14T06:36:00.000-07:00

This one goes out to all my bitches:

Ladies with attitude/

I'm comin' straight outta Westwood/

When somethin' happens in 641 Landfair/

Nothin' happens/

It's just another party there, there, there.../

Straight outta Westwood/

Crazy mothafucker named Tidey/

And I'm rollin'with the mothafuckin' Bridie/

On the weekdays/

And the week-ends/

105's the spot where most of our nights are spent/

Shut up bitch, if u fuck with us/

We're gonna break u like a STA travel bus/

Yeah Mexico, Rosarito/

Iggy's, Papa's and a Macho Tac' burrito/

Whenever there's a premier/

We'll fuckin' be there/

Mixin' with our peeps: Brad, Angie and DeVito/

Goin' on to where the next party'll be at/

105? Or maybe some mothafuckin' frat/

Crazy-Sexy-Cool/

Ain't no tellin' what the bitches are up to/

The jell-O shots are gonna keep them dancin'/

Always up for some sweet romancin'/

But hands off to random mothafuckin' fools/

Coz we're rollin' with our mothafuckin' crew/

Me and u can fight skanky ho, for sho/

Been knockin' crack whores of the streets/

So baby: relax, calm down, take it easy/

With some yoga or Dave Chapeezy/

Party hard all the way to the North Call Bay/

And straight back down to LA/

So when we're drivin' by, West to East/

Bridie & Tidey are bringin' the feast/

As I leave, times are still good/

But when I come back guys/

I'm comin' straight outta Westwood!

With love, CMNT

BrisVegas - Beautiful one day...Freezing the next!!!

2005-08-12T19:11:00.000-07:00

Hey peeps,

Just wanted to tell everyone that thinks we never get cold here in Brissie that yesterday we had the coldest day in 100 years!! 13 degrees!!! (celsius that is) And while it may not seem cold to you..for a city thats yearly average is like 27 degrees...its freezing for us!!! I almost froze to death at uni!. There was even light snowfall on the mountains about 20 mins from here!! And the day before it was 25 degrees!!

CRRRRAAAZZZZZYYY!!!!

Going partaying tonight for my 21st so will update soon will all the shenanigans and will send some pics.

Love, your Crazy Aussie xxx

P.S Picture is of me cutting my bday cake. Black Forest mmmm my favourite!!

Living as God in France

2005-08-07T04:41:00.000-07:00

Time for another update, this time not from the rainy low lands but from sunny France! Yes, I do have internet here, but it's through the phone line so this post will be short.

Ehm, so, what happened? I finished my four weeks of work without a problem, the last week home alone with my little sister as my parents had already left. It went remarkably well, especially the cooking delicious meals together. Then, on Sunday, we left for ... Paris! The greatest city in the world, sorry James, without equal.

It was, as Bridie would say, heaps of fun. Seeing Paris with my sister is definitely different from going there with my parents. We saw a lot, saw Paris from 4 high places (the Sacré Coeur, the Arc de Triomphe, the centre Pompidou and the big ferris wheel near the louvre), we looked at the ridiculously expensive items in the tastefully decorated windows on Place Vendome, Birgit had her portrait done, we sneaked into the Sorbonne...and at night, we buddied with some mariachis + hangers on (it turned out one if the hangers-on had lived in morroco, his daddy worked...at Shell! My dad turned out to have met his dad once or twice. Small world), played Shithead with other people at our hostel (the hostel was in the Rue Mouffetard, probably the nicest street for hanging around at night), and I even got my first try at Karoake, butchering Summer of Sixty-nine with my sister...and two girls from Brisbane.

Now, I'm in my parents' holiday home in the south, it's sunny, we go swimming almost every day, my dad makes fries and bakes bread and dries his own tomatoes...to make a long story short, it's great, but I feel like a teenager living with my parents again, and being a teenager wasn't all that amazing. Oh well.

Still miss you loads, and (this goes especially for one of you), that I'm abroad doesn't mean you can't mail me.

Cheerio, fezzas,

Hedwig (wearing her undie run panties)

Jordy: To Live and Die in L.A.

2005-08-06T20:14:00.000-07:00

Sumner
Christchurch
New Zealand

How? I've been back for about 10 days now; settling in and all that good shit. There's quite an energy shift from L.A. to Christchurch, really; it's well quiet here and a much slower pace. It's funny how often the assumptions people have about your home without ever going there are true. My Dad, our neighbour Colin, and I cut down a big Cabbage Tree the other day for another one of our neighbours. The Cabbage Tree is not actually a tree, but a lilly, the world's largest lilly, in fact -- this bitch was about 40 ft high. We didn't actually cut it down, but took the top out of it. Man, it was fun; there were a couple of fences and the corner of a house underneath it, so we tied each branch with rope, Colin cut it 90% through and then sawed well fast while Dad and I pulled on the rope as fast as we could to yank each falling branch in the air away from the house so it wouldn't get smashed, good times. From the tree I could see into the murder house as well, yeah, there was a murder just down the road the day after I got back, this guy called Spiggles, who was a care-giver for a dude, Keith, who was a tetrapalegic, apparently put a pillow on his face and cut his throat. It is the first murder that anyone knows of in Sumner. The filth has been around asking questions, but didn't find our crop. Anyway, I got $50 for the tree, and it felt good to be back doing that again: I love it so.
I haven't been up to much; I went to a 21st last night -- the first one I've ever been to -- for my friend Briar -- who is actually the first friend I ever had, and then I came home and watched the All Blacks lose to South Africa. It was really a matter of silly mistakes and poor option-taking. We had the flair to beat them quite easily, I think, but we played with a flatness that I haven't seen since 2002 and made far too many errors. The fatal mistakes, in my opinion, were the short drop-outs they did on several occasions, giving possession back to Africa far too close to the line, where they slotted over two easy penalties. The audacity of doing something like that is good to see, but under the circumstances, they needed to go for territory and work from there. Kicking the ball away on attack inside the African 22 was another bad mistake that they repeated a number of times; it is a spectacularly effective tactic when it comes off, but again, under the circumstances it was necessary for the All Blacks to keep the ball in hand and back their ability to maintain possession through successive phases. Losing our halfback, Byron Kelleher, to injury early on was unfortunate, but the team should have the depth to be able to recover from something expected like that, and it is by no means an excuse. I would have much preferred to see the All Blacks play it a bit safer, go for territory and try to secure a platform of points through penalties before mounting anything spectacular. They just didn't seem to be able to break the South African defence and got stuck in the pattern of turning over possession, instead of stamping THEIR dominance on the game and dictating play how THEY wanted it to be. The selectors should also have included Joe Rokocoko in the starting line-up; Rico Gear is an excellent player, but Mils Muliaina should be at Fullback instead of Left-Wing and McDonald should be on the bench, or even better, replaced by Doug Howlett. Rokocoko's explosive pace and ability cannot be underestimated and I fear the selector's are making the same mistakes they did with Jonah Lomu of not assuring him a starting position -- or sometimes even a place -- because of poor form. While it is only fair to base selctions on skill and current performance players like that always pull-out something magic, Jonah did every time. Most people would disagree with me, but sometimes players just have that aura about them.
Anyway, I might be working down at the supermarket in Sumner; I see the guy about it tomorrow. It's pissing down with rain today, but has been fine weather nearly all week. The University sent me a letter the other day to say that all my courses from UCLA have been cross-credited back to my degree, so I'm as good as graduated now. I'm going to paint my Nana and Grandpa's house the next couple of weeks and the house of a friend of Mum's too. At the moment, Dad is designing a land yacht; it looks pretty cool, two-seater and four-wheels -- never been done before... I think.
Yeah, fully. So, I'll hopefully hear from all of you pretty soon. Keep off the crack. Happy Birthday to Brydie on the 10th?

Love,
Jordy

Dutchies rule the World!!

2005-07-31T07:18:00.000-07:00

Hello my dear bitches. It's been raining for week now, but I'm not longing for the City of Angels that much anymore. Although I would still fly back if I had the chance. The job hunt started out very promising: I got a very nice and well-paying job offer with the city of The Hague, but unfortunately it got cancelled the day before I had an interview. I gave my resumés to everything and everybody, so all I can do now is wait. And be lazy... Incredibly lazy... I have absolutely nothing to do and I have absolutely no money to do anything. It's hard adjusting to this lifestyle, but I think I'm getting the hang of it... As soon as my free public transport pass is valid again I'll go to Leiden again (yes, I'm staying there to study, since I came up with an exciting research topic) and get me a job for one or two days for the entire school year.

I have been seeing my friends and we've hung out a couple of times now. Good times in Groningen as well. One night I came home, just when my mom got up for work. I hadn't realised it was that late already. But I had a good reason: I heard "Gasolina" three times that night. One of my friends told me that Daddy Yankee apparently is Dutch.... I haven't checked it yet, but I wouldn't be surprised given our former contributions to the wonderful world of pop music (2 Unlimited "No, no, no, no, no, no...", Vengaboys and many more). So once more: Dutchies rule!! You're all still invited to visit my beautiful and moist country to watch us win the World Championship Soccer next year. Peace out,

Tidey.

Jordy: Home

2005-07-30T19:29:00.000-07:00

Hate, Hate, Hate.

Um... I'm home and shit. I got back on the 27th. My plan of surprising everyone went pretty well -- I'll send everyone an e-mail soon anyway. I went out last night to the ENSOC Ball (the Engineering Society at Canterbury Uni), it was spectacularly Cantabrian. Then me and me mates went into town; I didn't see a fight, but the threat of one was always there.
Overall, Christchurch is a broke-ass mutha-f**ucking place. I really didn't realise how shit it is until I got back. Please don't any of you come to visit me, I would be ashamed. I got in and took the bus home and it was grey and dull and depressing, but when I rounded the corner into SUMNER!!! and saw Shag Rock again, the beach, the sea, Cave Rock and the horizon was lit-up pink by the rising run, I remembered why I love this place. It's just so cold, so very, very cold.
Anyway; I better go because I have work in 10 minutes -- yeah, I got a job already -- so I will post something bigger well soon. I really miss L.A., to be honest, and I really didn't anticipate that would happen.

Death to the white man.

Love,
Jordy

GO THE LIONS!!

2005-07-23T05:54:00.000-07:00

Just thought you would all like to know that the Brissie Lions just won so we now hopefully have a chance of being in the finals. Good work boys. Oh and our cricket team is kicking England's butt!! (Have I mentioned that yet Martin?)
Anyways, things here are kind of boring, I wish there was more to do like in LA. Oh well, I start back at school on Monday so I'm sure I'll be complaining about that in a week.

You're all invited to my 21st celebrations in Brissie on 13th august. Hope to see you al there.

Later bitches
Bridie xxx

10 Things I Hate About LA.

2005-07-18T18:42:00.000-07:00

1. the way my roommate had sex until 7am when I was sleeping below on our shared-bunkbed.
2. walking with 8 shopping bags from Ralphs, up the hill to 475 Gayley Avenue.
3. how it takes 2 hours to go to hollywood/downtown from westwood using the so-called public transport.
4. that i didnt have a car there.
5. emily.
6. guys with perfect bodies who make you feel ashamed of yourself.
7. ah yes, also the calori talk.
8. eating alone.
9. overpriced TAXI!!
10. "how come you can speak english?"

With hate,
Bens-daddy

Hatin' on LA some more...

2005-07-16T02:41:00.000-07:00

Hehe, thanks Tidey and Bridie, you're right this is what we need to do. LA sucked! Don't forget:

-Waitresses and waiters with obviously false, way-too-big smiles
-Crazy religious people on Bruinwalk
-The smog that made sure you couldn't tan even being in the sun all day
-The hour-long conversations about calories
-No good bread!
-The very typical and annoying beep of American alarm clocks
-No metric system, miles instead of km, pounds instead of kilos, temperatures that seem way too hot

-That it's 6000 miles away

More Hatefulness

2005-07-15T15:59:00.000-07:00

Okay I can think of some more reasons to not miss LA:

-Perfect American girls with their perfect teeth, perfect hair and perfect bodies! (Well maybe the guys wont agree but I know the girls will!!)
-No Weet-Bix
-tipping
-tax added on when you pay
-the sugar content of foods that aren't meant to have sugar in them.
-THE RAIN!!!!!
-Crazy people talking to themselves on the streets/buses/everywhere

So there you go, I guess it wasn't that great after all!

UNITY!!
Bridie xx

Hello Bitches!

2005-07-15T15:21:00.000-07:00

Since everyone has been so terribly miserable lately I decided to raise the level of hatefulness to a decent level again. All this whining and compassionate shit: "I miss LA", "I miss 105", "I miss everybody", "I know baby, you'll get over it", "You'll get used to everything again", "I'm there for you". As if LA was that great! Let me remind you of some things:

- enough smog to ensure an early death due to lung cancer
- remember how thin you were before girls, and how fat you are now?
- try to count the hours you've spend walking to classes: how many enjoyable or useful things could you have done in that period of time?
- "What language do you speak in Australia?"
- "Oh you're from Holland. So you speak Danish?"
- 'What's the capital of Amsterdam again?"
- drinking age limit: 21
- clubbing age limit: 21
- 8 o'clock classes
- the prices of groceries
- shitty public transport
- Sipowicz that never showed his face
- lacrosse
- ultimate frisbee

I challenge y'all to come up with more things. Be thankful you escaped the 'City of Angels' and returned to your sane home countries again. I know I couldn't possibly be happier. Still hate you all bitches,

forever Tidey.

There's no place like home......apparently

2005-07-12T16:59:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone,

Well I'm back in the ol country of Oz. I arrived yesterday and my parents met me at the airport with lots of hugs and luckily a big car for all my luggage. I had a pretty good flight and managed to sleep through most of it so that was good. It was funny as I was touching down looking at Brisbane I was thinking..this isn't my home. It was very strange. Yesterday was mostly spent talking with the folks and in the afternoon I went to the Gold Coast with a few friends to the shopping centre there. It was very weird to be around them because they kept talking about people I didnt know and shows I didnt know and all I wanted to do was make dave chapelle jokes!! I came home for my mum's dinner (she cooked my favourite spaghetti bolognaise and made her chocolate cake for dessert mmm) and then called Sylvia. It was good to talk to her especially to know that we felt the same way about being home. After that I watched some tv and crashed at about 10. And here I am this morning. I miss LA so much and I miss all of you guys like crazy. I wish you were here with me, it would make things a lot easier. But I know it will be okay, I just have to get used to the place again. Any phone calls would be greatly appreciated. It is 17 hours ahead of LA here and 8 hours ahead of Holland (I dont really know if England is the same as that?)
Anyway love you all and hopefully will talk to you all very soon.
Bridie xxx

Intermezzo

2005-07-12T03:05:00.000-07:00

For some reason whenever I open the blog site everything is in Japanese.... I don't know if I can post any pictures, since my knowledge of Japanese is non-existant. Hmmm everybody's starting to return home, this feels like that song or story or whatever: Ten Little Negr... I mean African Americans of course. We all disappear one by one and in the end only James and Maximo will be left, which means one of them has to kill the other. Sad, sad, sad... I hope to hear some updates about the roadtrip and stuff. I hope you got into lots of fights and hated on each other a lot! Please give us your own perspective everybody, so we can compare.

I'm in Leiden, city where dreams never take wings (or however that stupid saying goes). Being here is so incredibly not motivating that I've decided to kiss Anthropology and Leiden farewell after I've received my Bachelor degree. I'll still do a Master's of course, you didn't seriously think I was planning to work now did you, but in another city. What kind of Master? I think something International blablabla or Development Aid kinda thing. You see I've got it all figured out!!!

My thesis is coming along okay, I've surpised my self with my discipline! To celebrate me handing in my thesis on Friday I'm gonna meet up with some Leiden friends, hopefully to get slightly trash(ed). If the weather is good I'll convince someone to come to the beach with me on Saturday and Sunday I'm gonna visit Maria, who'll be back Saturday. Yay, just got off the phone with Bridie, she's home safely. Brisbane is as boring to her as Holland is to me! Enough procrastination, back to being laser/lazer (lazy??)..... Love y'all!!!

Back home

2005-07-09T07:32:00.000-07:00

Well, then, what have I been up to since I got back, a week and a half ago?

On Tuesday morning my mom and dad came to pick me up at the airport. My dad left pretty fast for his work, and my mom and I drove home. My brother was alreay there, and my sister arrived shortly. I managed to stay awake through the day (I hadn't slept in the plane) through the force of pure adrenaline, and crashed in my bed, exhausted, at ten. It was nice, that first day, going grocery shopping with my mom and being able to just throw anything I wanted into the cart, not having to worry about the price, getting to tell all my stories and hearing all of theirs...Then, on wedensday, I kinda woke up back on earth, all alone in the house, and bored to death. The rest of the week I didn't do much, just hung around, missed all of you guys (one, of course, in particular) ate good food and fought the jetlag.

On monday, my job started at...7:15. Blegh. Early. It was nice though, taking in books at a school, my colleagues were a whole lot of girls and one guy, all of them nice. Every day but wednesday I did the same thing; wedensday we worked in the warehouse, sorting and counting and carrying around schoolbooks. It's tiring work, but not very heavy, and we have a good time during it. The nice thing about work is that it makes you enjoy free time so much, sitting back in the garden on a comfy chair with relaxing music and a glass of rose, but also going to the cinema with my mom (Sideways, even better the second time), getting briefed on all the kissing and jealousy and revenge kissing in my sisters life, bringing my brother to the airport (he went there to join my dad for a weekend in Londen, 5 museums in 2 days), and having long discussions with my dad. Not to mention going out with my sister just to experience what it's like to order an alcoholic drink again.

This weekend I was supposed to go to Utrecht to go out with some friends but I decided not to go. I just felt too tired and kind of wanted to relax. Also, I dunno, I have some kind of apprehension about going back to UCU, maybe because that would really be going back to the old life. Not to mention I am annoyed with how difficult it is to arrange my courses for next year and that I am kind of annoyed with/mad at one of my friends there.

On the positive side, it turns out that my stay at UCLA yielded 4 A+'es and 3 A's, something I must admit I'm quite proud of. I ate nothing but wonderful food ever since I got here. Also, I just bought a wonderful film in a wonderful DVD store ("Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind") and I'm going to watch it tonight with my mom.

All in all...I think I can readapt here, and I'm actually quite happy, but I miss UCLA very much, especially you guys.

H.

Roadtrip summary

2005-07-06T22:35:00.000-07:00

Hey everyone,

I've put my roadtrip summary on my blog: www.briginla.blogspot.com if you want to check it out.

Thankyou bitches
Bridie xx

Home Sweet Home (or something...)

2005-07-03T11:44:00.000-07:00

I've been home for two days now and I'm starting to settle in again. When I arrived at the airport yesterday my parents, sister and her boyfriend were there waiting for me with ballons and a "Welcome Home Sylvia" banner. Very nice! Of course I cried alittle bit. And then when I came home the rest of my family was waiting for me with cake and more balloons and banners. Of course I cried a little more and started to give everybody presents (the only thing they came for really). We watched "Live 8" on tv (London) and I showed them all the pictures I have so far. O yeah, and the weight comments. Everybody agreed on the fact that I gained weight, but the opinions on that subject were diverse. My big sister (who dropped quite some kilo's lately) told me to go on a diet and lose my extra chin, an aunt said being a bit 'fuller' was nicer and made me look more feminine, and a cousin told me not to worry coz I was bound to lose all the extra weight once eating normal again. I decided to get me some more cake! I spend the rest of the day catching up, watching tv and...sleeping (for two and a half hours)! Then my mom woke me up for dinner, my favorite Dutch dish: stampot! After this I had to force myself to wake up and take a shower, coz I promised to meet up with my cousin and big sister for soem drinks in town. I brought them up to date with all the gory details of my life the past six months and they did the same. After this I met up with my friends Dylanand Yenkit (yeah, yeah hahaha), who just came from Koen's party. We drank, talked, went to Dylan's place and when we cycled (yes I can still do it, even though I fell off when I first tried to get on) home I Accidentily bumped into Koen. Kinda awkward. We just said "Hey, how u doin'" and stuff and I was my favorite bed around 5 AM. Today I woke up at twelve, unpacked, threw old clothes out and chilled. I'm going over to another friend's house in a couple of minutes, so I'm keeping myself pretty busy. My BA Thesis will hopefully help me through the first two weeks.

I miss u guys! Being home is okay, it's nice to see everyone and everything, but everything is so dull and small and uninteresting. I know it's just the process of getting used to stuff again and I will be all right, but every now and then I get a flash of a hoorible missing/feeling alone/shitty/what-the-hell-am-I-gonna-do-feeling and it's not nice! Nevertheless I'm filled with plans and aspirations. I'll be very 'laser' about my thesis and about getting a job and, now I know how much I appreciate not being here forever, checking out grad schools and my options of going there. When I was in the plane I saw the sun rise. It was very cloudy, I couldn't see anything but the clouds and with the rising sun the whole world seemd so fresh, new and promising (yeah, yeah, sentimental I know, blame it on the jet lag!). I thought about how it was exactly six months ago that I was making the same trip, just in a opposite direction and how I was moving on and not going back and the surroundings were just very fitting. I think this is what a new start feels like, and it feels pretty good. I'll definitely see you all again!!! So much love, Tidey!!!

2005-06-19T09:39:00.000-07:00

Maximo says goodbye boys!

2005-06-16T01:12:00.000-07:00

The entire 105 crew in undierun gear

Booooooored!!!!

2005-06-14T23:52:00.000-07:00

Never thought this was gonna happen: finals are over for me, I've handed in my last paper today and I am bored out of my skull!!! Why is finishing finals always such an anti-climax? You look forward to the end, anticipating the joy, the ecstacy you'll feel the moment you step outside after your last final and once the moment's there there is nothing!!! I was so looking forward to hating on all of you, because most of you aren't finished yet. But what fun things can I do when my good pals are so busy.... Ah well, fuck you all anyway, I'm pretty sure you're still having less fun than I do!

Good luck studying/writing though...

Undie Run

2005-06-13T20:37:00.000-07:00

Great work Tidey! We now also have a hello! account, so anyone who wishes to upload pictures only needs to download hello and use the familiar name and password.

-Hedwig-

Undie Run, here we come!

Great Dushi Work

2005-06-13T19:50:00.000-07:00

This is coming straight from MD33, aka. DJMD aka. Sunny London!
Nice idea on the Bloggin', this way i can make sure i maintain some sort of hatefulness which i will attempt to raise to a good, i mean HATEful level during the roadtrip!
Good work!
Oh and btw, for all Undie Runners, much alcohol to be consumed for a pre-run gathering of semi-naked people at 104.
Peace!
Martin

Well done

2005-06-13T19:43:00.000-07:00

Nice work Tidey, can't wait to hate all the way from the southern hemisphere on you guys!! Nah seriously, love ya all and looking forward to reading everyones updates from all over the globe. :)

One love..Bridie

2005-06-13T17:52:00.000-07:00

hello bitches..... this is a new, and upgraded way to hate!! I like it... i hate you all!
-maximo

Welcome!

2005-06-13T17:09:00.000-07:00

Not too long from now we'll all be going our seperate ways again and spread our hatefulness throughout the world. Although going home is nice in some ways (mainly food-related ways), I am gonna miss hanging out in 105. Dave Chapelle ("I hate your couch nigga!"), sleepovers, powerpoint presentations, random nights, huge pizzas, parties, checking e-mails: in a couple of days all that will be history. Reason enough to create a digital 105, hoping we can keep some of the hatefullness and gezelligheid online. I hope each and everyone of you will post something on this blog every now and then, so we'll keep in touch and informed of each others lives. I've had the funnest half year of my life with you and I would hate to lose contact. Thank you, bitches!