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Archive for May, 2007
Zonsondergang in Barcelona
May 29th
Deze foto heb ik afgelopen weekend genomen met mijn telefoon, omdat het licht zo ontzettend mooi was op dat moment. Er is geen SEPIA-filter overheen gegaan, dit zijn gewoon de natuurlijke kleuren. Locatie: op de trappen van het paleis wat je van ons achterbalkon kan zien. Ik mag wel zeggen dat ik erg geniet hier.
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May 10th
After ten days, five really rough nights, five less rough ones, one Queens Night, one Queens Day, maybe more than five beers (?), a couple of hangovers, one injection, one bank related incident, four pizzas, of which one had tuna on it (bah), one night of actual work while wearing a mohawk, two nights with my brother, too many belly-aching laughs, one tattoo, and one grandmother actually excited about the tattoo, it is time to move on again.
But this time it has been different. Because of my decision to return to Holland in September to start my Masters degree, I see things differently here. Still, the feelings are contradictory, at some moments I felt at home in my country. At other moments, it felt I have been away for too long. After two years of being away, you start understanding that maybe Holland didn’t change, but I did.
This September I will be back in school. So excited! I always said I would go play outside for two years and then return for my masters’, but never thought I would actually do that. Ah, I love this phase right now, doing my best to get accepted into a university, knowing that after a few months, I will be craving the freedom I am trying to get rid of right now.
Needle.
May 2nd
In 24 minutes it will happen. My biggest fear will happen to me. Twice. Shit, my hands are sweaty, I keep on walking through the house looking for things I have no intention of finding, and I am watching the clock. Tick Tock Tick Tock I want the time to go faster to get this over with, yet I also want it to stand still so the next 23 minutes will last forever.
I keep on reminding myself that a few days ago I was voluntarily stabbed by needles for nearly two hours, and I survived that too, but tattoo needles are different than injection needles. Aaaah just typing the word just gave me goosebumps. And that it is for an amazing cause, which is travelling in Kenya for a few weeks. Man, I need to get over this RIDICULOUS fear. It makes me angry, yet I can’t help it. My legs are moving. Think of something else, they tell me. I guess typing about won’t help. So I’ll stop. 22 minutes.
