Showing posts with label Stupidity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stupidity. Show all posts

Saturday, July 10, 2010

The stunning fake tat.

The "Nieuwe kerk Amsterdam". I walked past on my way to dinner.

I met my friend Patricia for dinner, it was very nice seeing her again. We went to Genroku, a Japanese place. It's a fixed price (E23,50) for as many orders you can eat in 2 hours. Every order may contain max. 5 items. Even though I am always hesitant towards this formula I have to say the food was very nice and fresh too. I think I will go there more often!

The only bad thing was one of the waitresses who made a wonderful fake ink tattoo on her fingers. Maybe she was bored or something. She was serving people with this written on her fingers. I asked if I could photograph it and she allowed that. I was gonna email this to her boss but I'm not. Stupid people also need jobs.

OH! Almost forgot. She also had a most interesting way of removing an empty bottle by pressing a finger in it and lifting it up that way. She actually made a 5 second effort pressing her finger in the bottle...

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Then we went to restaurant Schiller to sit on the terrace for dessert. But soon we had to move in coz of a torrential downpour...

When Patricia had to go home I went to Mulligans for a night cap. Same band was playing again, good stuff.

Close to home I was surprised to see about 50 horse pulled carriages driving past under police escort. Very cool. Pity for them it rained...

Horsies.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

UK/Europe

Breakfast at Cibo. I bought a ham/cheese croissant, toasted.

For lunch I had Daal and a Samosa.

On my way back to the office I passed a travel agency. They advertised an "around the world trip" to the UK/Europe. You see this in a lot of places here. Apparently there are a lot of people that think the UK is not in Europe. Dumb. VERY dumb.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

The granny wannabe

Lunch was to be had at Victoria square again.

While walking to Nicole after work (good for more than 30 minutes of exercise!) these two waked in front of me at some point. The girl on the left is about 18 years old I think. And she dies her hair GREY. She's not alone, I have seen it before. My crap camera does not really show the colour very well but it was really grey and white...

I actually took this photo for Gianna because we recently talked about it and she couldn't believe me, but I doubt she'll ever see it. It's retarded anyway and it looks like shit.

After we came home I played with Mason for half an hour, then I gave the dove dinner in my hand and I said hello to the cocky boy.

Back to studying now.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

How Virgin sees their clients.

20 minutes after I woke up Tony drove Nic and me to Jozo's ship yard. Tony managed to find a magical amount of wood in the back of our house which we were going to use for the bedslats. To do this, we needed to use some of the ship yards machines. You wouldn't think we were driving through an industrial area, would you?

The number of trees rapidly decreased and everything started to turn brow and -very- dusty.

Looking outside from inside.

This is Adelaide's powerplant. Gas driven turbine engines.

In this hangar a ship was being build. There's a long way to go still.

The cabin is being build seperately and then put on top later.

I managed to find a bag of kruidnoten at the Central Market yesterday. I also found a kaneelstok but that's already gone...

Also yesterday I bought this little friend at Bunnings. The bonsais are still doing allright.

We thought we ran all out of notepads at home so we went to officeworks to buy a few small ones. Little did we know that there's almost a whole cupboard filled with notepads at home. Oh well...

When we came back Tony had finished a few of the slats to see how it's gonna look. I say it's looking pretty damn good! Tomorrow Nic and I will finish sanding the slats and we can put the bed together then.

To complete my CV and to avoid very big phonebills I bought a little prepaid SIM card for my phone. It's from Virgin and in the booklet that came with it there is a chapter called "Cheap restraint". The following was written for the Australian market. I skip the boring technical parts, right: "Dialing under the influence. Can't help but calling an ex, or even your boss, when you've had one too many? Simply dial blah blah blah when you're out on the town and we'll blacklist that number untill 6am the following morning. At just 25 cent a pop it's a small price to pay for peace of mind.".

Is Virgin taking the piss out of me? Is this for real? I'm afraid it is! They should save all the money people pay for this service and give away free fucking brain transplants for the poor sods that used this number!!! What do you mean this country doesn't have an alcohol problem?! I'm stunned.

So, at Office works we also bought a desklamp for our soon to become computer table. I'm very happy with it.

And to be able to bring order in my paper chaos I have bought a plastic container which can be used to hang folders in. Kinda like MS Windows but different.

"RACING"

"GRUMP"

In the evening Nic and I had dinner at Henley beach. There is a really nice and reasonably quiet square infront of the jetty with an amazing view.

The sun set during our dinner.

We finished with a lovely cappuccino.