Same story.

First week on the job and I have a double homicide. As I enter the station my mind flashes back to my younger years. Every single day I walked these grounds, until they took my baby away. It’s too hard, they said, too complicated for a single woman in a dangerous job. They told me I was too young, couldn’t be distracted. I had to concentrate on my further education and she would be safer with her father. Safer, such a meaningless word to her, safer is now away from her mum, from me. As I see my baby girl smile at me she fades and the two dead bodies in front of me start to take form.

As I walk closer I suppress the feeling to throw up. The smell of blood flows through my nostrils, the faint wind blows the hair out of my face. I lift my head and scan past the people, hoping to find my new boss. Apparently he is the most ruthless detective out here, the best yet the most notorious detective in this district. I shake my head, smooth my jacket and walk up to the bodies.

As I get closer an ordinary police woman asks for ID. As I show her my new shiny badge I feel strangely proud. Knowing that I used to be like her, makes me respect her less. She doesn’t have what it takes to be a detective like me. She could never give up her parents, friends, husband or daughter for a job. Then I spot him, an impressive figure, contrasted by all the people running around him and taking orders. “He aimed for the heart, so he was probably a former lover. Pat, go ask a friend or a family member of hers, if she had a relationship with a scarred man. Rob, take the sketch of the murderer to the station, and fax it to the other departments. Will, have you found out what the pills were yet?”

My mind drifts away as I take his presence in. Suddenly I feel nervous and I’m very aware of the fact that I am a woman and how feminine I look. Do I mistake femininity with vulnerability? Or is this indeed a men’s world? I compare our features and get jealous of how tall he is, how he stands there so calmly. I wonder if he could be panicking inside, like I am. My look drifts to the two bodies on the floor and I curse my attention span as I see my new boss walk away. I catch up with him near the exit and stop him. He looks annoyed and I start blushing heavily as he glances over my body. I cough and try to regain professionalism. “I am detective Sakura. I’m your new partner.”

(a short invitational intermezzo)

hello there,
as most of you probably know by now i'm looking after someone's house, so all of you writers (and i reckon the readers i personally know as well) are kindly invited to come and have a drink here and watch a film or something i guess, we'll see. I've been left here with 3 bottles of wine and some other consumptionousalistic stuff so that's covered as well, but you're free to bring some more if you insist :]

Leave a comment to tell us when you're available if you're interested!

x

On our way

Getting calls every hour or so of people checking whether our flights are still going we will survive. :)


Amsterdam here I come!!!

ACT IV

I was here earlier this morning. Nothing seemed as depressing back then as it did right now. I look down at the two bodies lying in a pool of blood. Nobody was supposed to touch them until we arrived, but I reckon that somebody must’ve checked if they were still alive. That poor thoughtful person made a mistake. He or she is going to be one of our suspects, simply because his or her fingerprints are on the victim(s).

The crime scene: two bodies, one male and one female, surrounded by white pills, floating in their blood. “Can someone find me the bottle that belong to these bottles?”. Two men promptly follow my order and start scanning the place. I walk to the security room, where all the recordings from the train station’s cameras are kept. The security officer takes the specific tape depicting the crime, and shoves it into an old television set. I watch carefully, as it is hard to see what I need to see, when such a big crowd is moving around like that.

I recognize the murdered woman and man as they run into the picture. Were they a couple? They stand still near the exit for a brief moment, right before the murderer steps into screen and murders the man without hesitation. As the man falls down, the murderer points his gun at the now obviously frightened woman. She reaches into the coat pocket of the fallen man, and carefully takes out a flask. The murderer shoots her right in the chest. He aimed for the heart, that’s for sure. The woman is on her knees, but before she falls to the ground, the last bit of strength that she has is put into smashing the flask on the floor. Then she lays there, in peace. The murderer tries to save a few of the pills, but then he notices the crowd, and escapes through the exit.

I step outside the room. I take a deep breath to recover from what I have just seen. My first task is to start giving orders again. I have three people under me whom I assign different tasks. “He aimed for the heart, so he was probably a former lover. Pat, go ask a friend or a family member of hers, if she had a relationship with a scarred man. Rob, take the sketch of the murderer to the station, and fax it to the other departments. Will, have you found out what the pills were yet?”. He stumbles and I don’t hear his answer at first. He repeats, clearly this time: “We couldn’t find a bottle, but we tested them. They are just sugar pills.” My shocked expression doesn’t surprise anyone. “Goddamn Placebos!? He murders two people for those!?” At that moment, everybody in the room knew, that there was something seriously wrong with this guy.

I have work to do, so my next move is to head towards the exit. I put my best men on the job, so there is nothing left for me here. As I leave, I notice something peculiar. The murdered man has a smile on his face, even after getting shot. How fucked up was his life?

3

I like christmas songs.
They're soothing, childish and repetitive. An old man sitting curled up in a corner is playing silent night on a harmonica. The rest of the train station is too filled up with buzzers, travellers transgressing the borders of my sanity. There there. Ssshh. Quiet...FCK I NEED THE PI-..calm down, my dear lad. No one is going to harm you here. Listen to the christmas songs. Look around for the gal.

The doctors explained clearly to of us that ignoring the regular intake of medicines might turn out to have some negative effects on me health. Numb skin, a dangerously active heart, extreme forms of agitation, possible death. I responded calmly to this news; i'd never attached a great value to my own life. She on the other hand acted perplexed and maybe anxious, but her face was so transparent that i could see her true reaction beneath her fleshy mask: one of elation and opportunism. From that moment onwards our relation sort of...dwindled.

I can barely feel the rain pouring down on my face. I need to speed things up a bit chop chop it won't be long till your heart stops. I scan around but i can't find her FKCKCK TIME TIME YOU HA-..breath, breath in. Light up a cigarette, they're good. Haha warning smoking is deadly, not smoking is what's truly lethal at this moment. I chuckle at my own silly private joke and suddenly spot her. She's standing on the stairs to the upper floor. I narrow my eyes and zoom in at her pretty face. No. No it's not her, she merely looks alike. I laugh at her, at the fact that she is completely unaware of the fate she just now managed to escape. Celebrate life darling. Look around again, in vain.

Suddenly a hasty blonde speeds past me behind me on the platform. I can't belief my luck, pursuit mode engaged. Poor little gal, looking fearfully around her like a rabbit running from the mighty eagle. I spot the small flask with white pills in her trembling right hand.

Then, in a flash, tables turn. I watch how she intentionally tackles some lad hanging around on the platform. He doesn't mind. And her flasky hand stealthily slips into his pocket...she really is a cold ruthless bitch isn't she. Aww yeah kiss him on the cheek, you know damn well what is about to take place. I follow my new prey.

And then i make all the people scream.

Part deux: surrounded by suspicion

So, Joram had a brilliant idea, and kylian decided to go for it. Well I have to say, the idea is quite brilliant indeed. So I'll try to make it happen. Though I'll never top kylian, 'cause he's that good. :)

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There is something about him.. something that worries me. The expression on his face is barbaric. He is the only one at the chaotic platform that's not racing against time. He seems to enjoy the pouring rain, unlike everyone else. As I glance at his pale face he lights up a cigarette. On his cheek there's a remarkably large scar, one that confirms me he's not a nice guy. I never knew scars could warn me for something like that, but apparently, they can.

The rain starts to overrule the sound of rushing footsteps, and apparently the guy decides to head inside for some shelter. This could be the sign of him actually being human, but something still tells me to keep watching him. But all these people around me make it hard for me to keep track of him. I decide to walk up the stairs in the back corner.

As I look down on the massive crowd, I notice him right away. Right below me he stares at me, with a rather terrifying grin. I shiver. His hand still holding the cigarette he decides to ignore the no smoking sign. But at this point there's no time to worry about his disobedience, because the location of his other hand is what I'm really anxious about. What is it he's reaching for inside of his leather jacket? Should I attempt to do something now, even though I can't move? Before I can even try, I lose sight of him. That can't be good.

And as I'm nailed to the ground, the unbearing sound of a gunshot echoes through the main hall. Someone just died.



(I realize I didn't quite mention a new event, but I realized that it already took me quite some time to write this, so I guess you'll just have to live with that fact. (: )

Part I: Badabing, badaboom

Ladies and gentlemen, another week has arrived, as well as another subject to be discussed... Well, this week's going to be a tad different. Joram's Blog contained an idea a while ago which we should give a try. So just head over there, and read what we're going to do.

Now, without further ado, it's time for me to get started.

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Mushy, that's what it is. Mushy. The rain that's falling right now has mixed with the snow that was already on the ground, morphing all of it into some sort of pulp; Mushy pulp. Thankfully I step out of the cold though, and I walk into the main hall. All around me there's chaos, as usual. Nothing special going on here, it's always chaotic at the trainstation. People running, people constantly checking their watches, and people just randomly hanging around... I'm probably one of the few that actually wonders what the HELL they're doing there, but that's besides the point.

I slowly move towards the platform I'm supposed to go to, as some 18-or-so woman crashes into me. As she knocks me over, I introvertedly mumble "What the f-?" - I stop in the middle of my 'sentence' as I look her right in her amazingly blue eyes. Normally, this situation would've been awkward; I'm lying on a concrete floor, in a station, with an unknown woman lying on top of me, people rushing past us, not giving a damn. Instead of trying to get up, we just lay there for about 10 seconds, after which she displays a shy smile. "... Sorry." "Tha... that's okay." Did I stutter before? I don't think I did. "I should probably get off of you, right?" "... Perhaps." The contrast of the cold floor on my back and her warm body on top of me feels good, but I'm afraid to say that. As she gets up the earbuds of her iPod swing close to my ear, and I hear a familiar sound.

Fools in Love, are there any other kinds of lovers?

"You like Joe Jackson?" I ask in amazement. Recuperated she quickly says "Yeah, he's awesome!". She looks behind her, and shakily mumbles "I've got to go.". She kisses me on the cheek, and rushes towards the exit. I quickly make a (life-altering) choice, and run after her, catching up after a few seconds. "Why are you in such a rush?" "You don't want to kn-"

A deafeningly loud bang cuts off her sentence, and people around me are screaming. I look at her perfect eyes, and she looks right back into mine. I collapse, and she kneels next to me. "Sorry.", she whispers. I bring one hand towards my stomach, where the bullet exited, and my other hand's caressing her face. Everything around me seems to fade, except for her. "It's okay." I mumble, and while my final breath exits my body I hear the last thing to ever enter my ears, coming from her earbuds.

"Bang, bang, that awful sound..."



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So, who shot me? Why? What did she have to do with it? Who the hell is she, now that I think about it? Who saw it? What else happened simultaneously? I'm eager to know as well...

interrupt service routine

I realize that this is not my day, but that's not going to stop me! HAH!

Anyways, the purpose of this post is just to apologize and explain. Let's start with the first one:

SORRY GEIS.

Now as for the explaining:
I've been uncharacteristically busy this week by doing a very characteristic thing; making music. This Wednesday and Thursday there were open mic nights at our school, and I participated. This meant that I spent the days before that practicing, and the rest of the week exhausted. So... not much blogging for me. No hard feelings, amirite?

As for the result of wednesday...

Niqee Vossen & Kylian van Beem - Sideways


Six Minute Drive (supposedly) (Niqee Vossen on vocals, Daniel Tiggelovend on guitar, Sam Vossen on drums, Hoai-Linh Nguyen on bass, Kylian van Beem on guitar) - Kryptonite


I was pretty confident about that day, and I'm glad to see that that shows. I seem more confident on stage than before, and that really improves my stage presence. I still have a long way to go, but I actually like what I'm doing on stage now. The confidence originated from the things I was doing: A song I have played many times before (and could probably play blindfolded), and some pentatonic scale guitarwanking. Pretty sure I can do that.

As for the Thursday though, I wasn't that confident. It was my first time singing 'in public', and that was a bit of a thrill. About 4 months ago I would never have considered singing in public, but now there I was, on stage, with a microphone in front of my face... I decided to just make the best of it, and try to do my best.

Weirdly enough, the guy I really want to thank for this performance was the soundguy. Before the whole night, he quickly rushed into the dressing-room, stopping me and asking "Hey, you have an iPod on you, right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Do you have good music on it?"
"I'd like to think so."
"Can I borrow it?"
"Uh, sure."

So that was that. I walked into the hall a few minutes later, and heard some Steve Miller Band coming through the speakers. I was really digging the guy's picks from my iPod, and he seemed to be quite fond of the music as well. That was good enough, but the special thing happened during the 20-minute intermezzo. I really liked that our act was after this break, as we could take our time to set things up and mess around. So that's what we did, and that's when it happened. The guy was looking for songs we could play along to, and during that time of randomly jamming/singing/etc. to songs on stage, in front of quite a few people that were probably just confused, I got more and more comfortable with being on that stage. It was a tad awkward when he played Tenacious D's Kielbasa, but I guess that's the risk of someone browsing through my iPod. After this weird semi-jam my nerves were calmed, and I just had adrenaline running through my veins. Which resulted in this performance...

Eldridg Soetanto (Bass), Valdano Hoogwout (Drums), Kylian van Beem (Guitar & Vocals) - Castles Made of Sand



So... yay.

Also, random song!

Deduckting failz

I know we missed out on a couple of days. And a theme.
Right, let's try it anyway.

I was thinking of a subject and suddenly i recalled a small issue i had been pondering over a while ago, the question being: what is wisdom, and more elaborately, when do we consider someone to be wise?

It simply popped up again because nowadays we've got all these blogs and tweets and other platforms for people to cough up their respectable opinion, and most importantly, it seems as if people enter some state of solipsism as soon as they start an argument on the internet. Everyone's right nowadays. On top of that, they usually also know what's best for someone else. And topping that off comes the fact (read: assumption) that we have seen through most life's lessons and meanings.

By saying all this you could easily consider me a hypocrite, which i probably am at this point. But someone has to cast the first stone, right. So, let's discuss shall we?

x

ARE YOU SURE?

I have a couple of WTF moments in my life. Some are a bit more dark and stupid than others but I'll just list a few.

-The night I met this really hot American guy and he started kissing me out of nowhere.
-The day my first 'real' boyfriend asked me to go to the beach with him.
-The day my first 'real' boyfriend broke up with me.
-The day my former boss asked me to work in his store whilst I was shopping there.
-The day I saw my very very hot colleague.
-The day I realised how much I had missed my best friend.
-The day I heard I passed my end-terms after being totally convinced that I failed.
-The day I started crying that I had to leave my friends for England.

And the best WTF moment of my life was when I went out with some friends and we met a couple of English people. It was the first week here and every single person I met had commented on my accent with different variations of "are you American?".

This girl came up to us, to ask for a lighter. I said "No I'm sorry, but I'm sure he has one". She was silent for about a minute and looked at me blinking furiously. After it was REALLY awkward and I wanted to turn around she held me by my shoulder and asked; "Are you Canadian?"

WTF!?

Say What!?

Well... remembering a significant wtf-moment is harder than I thought. Sure, I can think of a few small moments that happen more than once, like a guitar string snapping, or when some random guy suckerpunches me in my gut when walking through the corridors. Yet, these moments seem small and meaningless.

I will try and give you two of my memories, where my thoughts, as well as my facial expression screamed "WTF!". I'll start with the time I just received the news that I was being held back a year. It wasn't so much the news itself that shocked me. It was the fact that my mentor called me on my cellphone one afternoon, making sure that I knew that the decision was unanimous and that nobody had a valid argument for letting me pass the year, even though I had enough points to compensate for the insufficient marks. Anyway, that's life =)

I'm glad to say that my second memory is more pleasant, because it wasn't just 'my' moment. I was in England recently with a classmate, where we were working in a kitchen for a week. The moment wasn't in the kitchen though. We were in the supermarket next to it. We wanted to get some alcohol. At the time, my classmate wasn't eighteen yet, but he figured that they'd look at his card, see that he was born in 1992 and assume he was old enough. Instead, they took one look at his identity card and denied us, because "This Dutch identity card is not a valid license to use in the European Union" (WTF!?). We tried to rationally explain that the Netherlands was one of the founders of the European Union. Still, they refused. They said that a drivers license would be accepted though. He showed his drivers license (which he has because he rides a scooter) and still they refused, saying that we wouldn't get anything because "We had shown an invalid identity license earlier" (2xWTF!?).

Decide for yourself if these moments are strange or not. All I know is, my mind was officially fucked.

Welch eines Fack (streeaming)

Nine eyes ablaze.
doodling upon rooftops
springs the frail image to mind
of a goldenhairgirl
within sixty seconds the sky smears a stream of succumbing scuz over the soothing soil where i stand
and rest.

They weep for the speeding horses
sweeping their way past
wishful thought thinkers;
to saddle up for the ride of your lives and escape
from alba-très

how the aged dusty pillars come closing in
on the corny salesman
death of^ him
as withered william once wrote

i knew him well.

x

wow. I did NOT see that one comin'...

Sorry for the late post, economics kept me quite occupied yesterday. :)
And Kylian, even if radio is 'dead', it's still an awesome WTF-moment. congratulations and good luck!

Alright,.. so.. this weeks theme is "WTF-moments". quite nice. My wtf-moments always come, surprisingly, as a surprise. they shock me for a second before I'm able to move on with my life. yes, I guess I'm kind of a weird person, but that doesn't really bug me.

I've been surprised quite often. sometimes in a good way, but mostly with stuff no one ever wants to experience. and the most awful thing is, is that once one thing goes wrong, soon everything else will follow. at least that's how it works in my life. though I'd like to keep this blog a 'happy' place, so I won't ramble on about my shitty wtf-moments, even though Daniel thinks my entries are too shallow. :)

anyways, I hoped I'd remember my latest wtf-moment while writing all that baloney... but unfortunately, that dreams didn't get realized.,.. I do like the word tbh.. baloney.. I actually think it's a type of meat or something....

Sorry folks, I guess the greatest WTF/questionmark in my life is MYSELF. :)