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dingen die mij mateloos irriteren. #1; mezelf. #2 mensen die de hele tijd zeuren over wat hen nu eigenlijk irriteert. (zie #1) #3 dat mijn moeder waarschijnlijk grappig is dan ik ben. ( zie #1) (sexy doon bie unnu dooije, do werd hea niet werm of kaat van.) #4 dat ik altijd 'dan mij' zeg ipv 'dan ik' en dat ik me nu zelf dan maar aan moet leren om 'ben' erachter te zetten. (zie #1) #5 dat ik nu een opsomming aan het maken ben die iedere keer weer refereren naar #1 en dat ik nu dus eigenlijk moet stoppen met deze opsomming want het is een opsomming van reden voor #1 #6 dat ik deze morgen een killer betoog heb geschreven maar met enige zekerheid kan zeggen dat het niet geapprecieerd zal gaan worden. #7 dat ik dit in het NL doe. zit me niet lekker. #8 dat ik nu GS moet leren, aangezien ik pas bij 2.3 ben. #9 dat ik nu al weer weet dat ik Latijn moet gaan herkansen. #10 dat ik niet naar de originele clip van The calling - wherever you will go kan kijke...

ik heb het 'ziektes' hier helemaal hier mee gehad. ze zouden voor dit fenomeen een andere naam moeten bedenken zoals .. ach ja. this morning: we are re-doing/decorating/building etc the bathroom. my parents were gone to have the car checked. the doers/decorators/builders came and asked for the sketch of the new bathroom. uhh. i called my mom. she didnt answer. i called her 7 times again. i called the son of the guy who was going to check the car, if he could please call his dad and tell him to tell my parents to freakin call me back. so no sketch for now then i needed to go to school. damn my tires are flat. i took my moms bike. after a KM damn the front tire is flat as well. called my mom again. still didnt answer. called my grandma (who was at our place to keep an eye on the doers/decorators/builders) (yes the one and only. ) she told me to come back and take her bike. ok. KM back. grandma's bike. only thing she is like 1.50 so i felt like a friggin midget on the damn thi...

Aloha! The day before yesterday I cooked Bacalhau a bras.. yes the portuguese Bacalhau a bras. I never thought I could pull it of. but i did. my sister never likes anything i make. but damn she just couldnt stop eating my bacalhau. even my dad liked it. theres a dutch saying: what the farmer doesnt know he doesnt eat. well my dads the farmer. but he loved it so today he said to me: Selina what are you going to cook today? i was like ...... *jawdropping* .... haha so i looked online and found a great recipe on couscous with cinnamon. and my dad was like.. couscous.. i dont know about that.. if i dont like it you will make me something else. oke.. so i made the couscous and damn i did it again. it looked great, it tasted great my dad liked it. my sister tasted and i could tell she liked it too but because she was yelling before to me she would never eat couscous, and i couldnt cook and blabla. so she didnt admit she liked it. she just said hmm and laughed. and when she's laughing...

First puppy gone. of into the big world. to her new owner. sadness. bye bye Asha.

I was just looking at older post of mine. actually THE oldest. Its funny. my writing totally changed over time. I used to be funny... I don't like these sort of changes. Hahaha I just read the post about my dream with Sam and Dean Winchester. Which reminded me of a dream from two weeks ago: there were two dimensions. the one like we know it and another one. it was a bit like marioworld . but it was reigned by this old man whom reminded me of the pope. bit weird. but oke, my sister and I got there by accident i think. we were locked up by the pope. but with all that intelligence of me we escaped. i believe i said to this guard we both had to go to the restroom. dumdum believed us and let us out. we sneaked out through a window of the restroom because we demanded some privacy and so he had to wait outside. we ran and we ran like our life was depending on it. it kinda was cause the pope was a very gruesome man. of course the pope saw us and he sent a special guard after us. there were...

My parents lied. I'm not their child. My parents must have been ninjas, Im a ninja. Im sure. they way I kill vermin. Damn. Yesterday the women who raised me persisted on dining outside. It was cold, but she didn't care. Oke fine. I was a bit frustrated about something I can't remember. And when we were finished the table cloth was full of little dead flies. cause i killed them cause I was so frustrated, for you slow thinkers. Anywayz. need to study. No time. Change of plans, no Madrid this summer. Booked 4 luxurious weeks to Hotel Home. super. I aint ungrateful. jsyk. just ninja. I want to be the first nerdy ninja on the planet. why do i always talk about ninjas? Sometimes I just dont know. really. why do i keep on making monologues. that aint ninja at all thats just pathetic. I have exciting news. I date Google. so ninja. my brain is so empty. thats why i keep on talking crap. cut the crap Sal! cut the crap!!! i cant. I think im going for worst, most stupidious, not ninj...

I cant blog short. thats just not me. and i like to stay true to me. so here is a tiny longer version. I just had such a ninja moment. i just killed a bug out of no where with my hands. *clap* *ieuwh* *wow* *so ninja* Portugal has just been sent home. sob sob. I really don't understand. now I aint in the mood for bloggin anymore. so ciao amigos