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It is amazing and yet quite scary how many times I see 12:34 on the clock every day. Somehow every day I look at the clock at 12:34. Sometimes I am a few minutes off, but mostly I’m right on time, so to speak.

And I’m not the only one! Oh joy, what else can we find with this time?

• Some hippies thinking that it actually has a meaning
• More on Urban Dictionary
• 12:34 is the third album released by punk band Authority Zero.

Nuff of this. Go watch this movie if you haven’t watched it before. It’s time, chance, choices and it’s epic.

The Nuremberg Chronicle, written in Latin by Hartmann Schedel, with a version in German translation by Georg Alt, is one of the best documented early printed books and, appearing in 1493, is an incunabulum (printed, not hand-written).

As was common at the time, the book did not have a title page. Latin scholars refer to it as Liber Chronicarum (Book of Chronicles) as this phrase appears in the index introduction of the Latin edition. English speakers have long referred to it as the Nuremberg Chronicle after the city in which it was published. German speakers refer to it as Die Schedelsche Weltchronik (Schedel’s World History) in honour of its author. (Source)

Yus, all fine and dandy, but i really wanted to post this pic which has a connection with the garble I posted above.

Epiiiiic D:

And that concludes my brainfart for today =D

Yes, we’ve passed another year again and landed in 2009 and there are some things I need to get of my chest and also make myself some promises for the coming year.

Reflection
As I’ve learned again that the ones you trust(ed) can still easily stab you in the back, I’ve also learned to trust again and I have to say that I haven’t felt so much at ease as with mah black fawksy. I haven’t had such an awesome Christmas and new-years in… well… ever. When I think back of the past days, a smile instantly appears on my face again.

Looking forward
As for promises for 2009, quitting smoking is the easiest one, since I’ve already succeeded in that. But, what I need to do now is get healthy again and get rid of a bunch of medications that allow me to breathe comfortably. The meds I take right now are prescribed for a month and it’s all anti-inflammatory to treat the chronic bronchitis. I just hope it’s not COPD, because that thought is the thing that keeps me awake at night sometimes.

So yes, back to the gym again and and make 35.ooo kilo sessions again, 3 times a week. It will be hell, because my physical condition has deteriorated severely after I stopped going to the gym and started to develop the breathing issue, which I have denied for a year. I’m such a stupid ass when it comes to that. “Oh dear, I have a pain here” and then totally ignore it and get on living like nothing is wrong. Maybe the chest pains, the wheezing and terrible cough fits would have given me a signal, but no. Anyway, back to the gym and resume healthiness =D

Second thing is to get rid of my medicine cabinet. Only a few people know the contents of my medicine cabinet and I can tell you that it varies from amino-acid tabs, creatine tabs, a wide variety of pain killers, a wide variety of organ specific stuff, Caffeine and Stacker V tabs, a wide variety of high dosage isolated vitamins and I even found some malaria tablets back. The pile you see here is 2kg of stuff. Stuff of which I now think “WTF was I doing”. So, this has all been trashed and all there is now is some over-the-counter pain meds and vitamins. Thats all I need. And a kiss once in a while when things go bad ^^;

2 Kilos of rubbish. Photo is blurred, you do not need to know what’s there ^^

Final thing for 2009, is to live more relaxed. I am trying desperately to be there for everybody, but I simply can’t and I even neglected some of my dear friends. What I am trying to say here is, that I will continue to be there for every friend and stranger and will do my best to help where I can, but in my tempo and according to my agenda. I need to get rid off the stress factors in my life. That is why I kindly ask anyone who is blocked in my messengers, not to contact me anymore. You have been blocked and deleted for a very good reason, so live with it.

To conclude this lengthy post, I wish everybody an awesome 2009. May this year bring you lots of happiness and good health! And thank you for listening/reading. <3

Watch and learn, dammit.

Happy new year to everybody and I’ll start posting again when my hangover is gone xD

Last year, the people in The Netherlands literally shot 83 million dollars worth of fireworks up in the sky and it is predicted that this year will be even worse.

Yes, worse. I don’t see the fun of setting off that flimsy fireworks where one has to pay top dollar for. And while you may think that 83 million dollar is not much, remember that this it Holland or The Netherlands. With approx. 16.500.000 residents. More about this lovely hell-hole is to be found here. But oh well, it is tradition so let them set of the pretty fireworks while I’ll be in Germany. =D

If you are going to set off fireworks, please mind your face and fingers. A piece of fireworks in your eye socket is not looking pretty, neither is seeing your fingers scattered around. Because how would you pick them up? xD

I posted some stuff of this website before, and this is worth mentioning aswell:

A collection of 208 retro backgrounds! Huzzah!

http://wellmedicated.com/resources/208-retro-photoshop-patterns/

After posting yesterdays pussy-post, I start reading the comments and I should stop doing that. Really, it can be so addictive. Pointless discussions, flamewars and other good *cough* internets advice.

I came across this post of Suzanne Reisman, who is protesting against the bald beaver, snatch, scooch or whatever name you give to that hellhole. She likes a furry beaver, a nice thick lawn where the opposite party can plow through like a farmer on his field on a bright sunny afternoon.

The cult of the snatch wax bothers me so much, I started a blog in protest. We’re grown women; we have hair, dammit. To expect… [nag nag nag nag nag nag nag] … The Campaign for Unshaved Snatch (CUSS) and Other Rants (www.cussandotherrants.com) is about embracing the hairiness of life.

So there you go, maybe she is an excellent writer, but it’s all TL;DR so unfortunately, all I see is a writer who does not respect a personal choice to have the beaver or snake nicely shaven and totally overreacts when a man wants to squeeze her ears (on her hat ffs) and is happy with a mop. Hat raep! D: You can prolly find the articles yourself, the website makes me colour blind.

Well Suze, have fun with your hairy muff! I hope it fits well with your do-gooder by training and profession and people loating personality. =D

My mind drifts off a lot and it tripped over that song called “Dear Penis”. So I started a quest on the Googles and wondered what results “Dear Labia” gave me. It’s one of those things I just want to know and if I don’t look it up on the Googles, it keeps raeping my brain until I find a satisfactory result.

Well, it seems that lots of people are corresponding with their (hairy) muff but this was one of the most spectacular. This girl decided to loose a pound of hair down-under and decided to go to some shady salon.

In the next few hours, more people saw my vagina than have seen my vagina in my entire life. First, there was my roommate, followed by my best friend who worked at Planned Parenthood, her supervisor, the triage nurse at the hospital, the ER resident on duty, a rape counsellor (summoned when no one believed what happened between my legs was really caused by a waxing accident), some students, some more doctors, a gynaecologist, and finally there was the plastic surgeon called in for a consult.

I feel sorry for her injured muff and the complete story is to be found here: Clickydeeclick