Monday, November 10, 2003
Marcel and I have decided to continue posting messages, but not in English anymore. We have a different weblog, you can find it by clicking here. That is a Dutch weblog.
I will try to continue writing stories here, but due to lack of time I won't be able to do it on a daily basis.
Sorry,
Marc
I will try to continue writing stories here, but due to lack of time I won't be able to do it on a daily basis.
Sorry,
Marc
Friday, November 07, 2003
Today started a bit strange. I woke up at a quarter to 7 and felt really tired. I think it has to do with the fact I am still not used to sleeping with or without the air-conditioning here. Every night is different it seems. One night I am perfectly able to sleep with the air-conditioning off and on other nights I feel so warm I just keep the it on the whole night. But that isn’t really the problem. The problem arises at the middle of the night. When I have the AC off I always feel too warm in the night and wake up and turn it on again, only to awake a time later feeling too cold and again waking up feeling sweaty again. And this never ending circle also happens if I start the night with the AC on.
This leaves me with terrible nights. There seems to be only cure, although I wonder if one could speak of a cure. Drink (a lot) during the evening and then sleep like a baby. This would be a proper solution if I wouldn’t had to wake up early to go to work.
Yes, I know. It’s true, I am in a bad mood today. You know why? It’s clouded today and the sun cannot be seen. There is some winter “depression” in me too. But part of me says that’s not the reason for my bad mood today. It has more to do with the anti-climax of seeing The Matrix Revolutions last night.
It is clear there is a laidback culture on this island and it’s proven in all sorts of way. Somehow this country is a bit slow. Example, when the whole world is watching the premiere of The Matrix Revolutions, people on this island have to wait a day to see it. And then if you arrive at the cinema, it takes another half hour before you can watch the movie. Maybe I am not fit for this culture, but it does annoy me a bit.
You know what, I will stop my ranting and raving for now.
I will come up with more positive news later on today or in the course of next week. If I don’t see or speak to you before I wish you a very pleasant weekend.
Ciao,
Marc
This leaves me with terrible nights. There seems to be only cure, although I wonder if one could speak of a cure. Drink (a lot) during the evening and then sleep like a baby. This would be a proper solution if I wouldn’t had to wake up early to go to work.
Yes, I know. It’s true, I am in a bad mood today. You know why? It’s clouded today and the sun cannot be seen. There is some winter “depression” in me too. But part of me says that’s not the reason for my bad mood today. It has more to do with the anti-climax of seeing The Matrix Revolutions last night.
It is clear there is a laidback culture on this island and it’s proven in all sorts of way. Somehow this country is a bit slow. Example, when the whole world is watching the premiere of The Matrix Revolutions, people on this island have to wait a day to see it. And then if you arrive at the cinema, it takes another half hour before you can watch the movie. Maybe I am not fit for this culture, but it does annoy me a bit.
You know what, I will stop my ranting and raving for now.
I will come up with more positive news later on today or in the course of next week. If I don’t see or speak to you before I wish you a very pleasant weekend.
Ciao,
Marc
Thursday, November 06, 2003
So today a new day has started. And I feel great. Somehow I believe fitness is a reason why I feel so good.
Marcel and I joined a fitnessclub. After signing in and paying the contribution we were free to join in. Since then we try to go to the club at least 3 times a week. And every time we go there we have a good work-out.
But yesterday evening, just after work Marcel came home. I was already home, something like 40 minutes before Marcel entered our house. He came in saying he didn't had a good day and just wanted to rest some. So, we took our powernap and after 1 hour I was ready to go. Marcel however wasn't, in fact, he was saying he was in a bad mood and just wanted to sleep more. I decided to go by myself and work-out at the club.
I must say, fitness is weird. You see people looking at themselves thinking: "I am hot!" But the more you look at them and at yourself you even start to think like that yourself. It's like a contagious disease. I think it has something to do with hormones and pumped up adrenaline. You are in a hyped mood and everything is possible. Luckily I try to ignore the people and just do my own personal work-out. But I cannot really say work-out, because all I have done so far were the "bicycle", the "treadmill" and the "rowing-machine". (Excuse moi, but I have no clue whatsoever what the names of those machines are.) I take it I am non-mechanic.
Speaking of which, tonight we will go the movie-premiere of
The Matrix Revolutions. Can't wait to see it. Let's see if the saga comes to a proper and believable end.
Ciao,
Marc
Marcel and I joined a fitnessclub. After signing in and paying the contribution we were free to join in. Since then we try to go to the club at least 3 times a week. And every time we go there we have a good work-out.
But yesterday evening, just after work Marcel came home. I was already home, something like 40 minutes before Marcel entered our house. He came in saying he didn't had a good day and just wanted to rest some. So, we took our powernap and after 1 hour I was ready to go. Marcel however wasn't, in fact, he was saying he was in a bad mood and just wanted to sleep more. I decided to go by myself and work-out at the club.
I must say, fitness is weird. You see people looking at themselves thinking: "I am hot!" But the more you look at them and at yourself you even start to think like that yourself. It's like a contagious disease. I think it has something to do with hormones and pumped up adrenaline. You are in a hyped mood and everything is possible. Luckily I try to ignore the people and just do my own personal work-out. But I cannot really say work-out, because all I have done so far were the "bicycle", the "treadmill" and the "rowing-machine". (Excuse moi, but I have no clue whatsoever what the names of those machines are.) I take it I am non-mechanic.
Speaking of which, tonight we will go the movie-premiere of
The Matrix Revolutions. Can't wait to see it. Let's see if the saga comes to a proper and believable end.
Ciao,
Marc
Wednesday, November 05, 2003
Somehow I still dislike the silence in my office. Yes, I need the privacy. Yes, I need the big desk. But tell me this, why am I not allowed to have a radio on my desk? There is noone in my office. Noone to be bothered by the sounds of a good old song.
In a way I can understand it, but on the other hand, why should I? I love music. But since there is no sound, it doesn't mean I cannot enjoy music. There is still the wonderful invention called, music video's. And that's what I will do tonight. I will watch some music video's
Signing out,
Marc
In a way I can understand it, but on the other hand, why should I? I love music. But since there is no sound, it doesn't mean I cannot enjoy music. There is still the wonderful invention called, music video's. And that's what I will do tonight. I will watch some music video's
Signing out,
Marc
Oh my oh my,
It sure has been a long time I checked in. Well, let me start of by telling you I am doing fine. In fact, me and my buddy Marcel are doing great. Great house, lovely job, beautiful weather, hot chicks, splendid beaches.
I could go on for hours, but I simply don't have any time. I will update this site more often now.
Ciao,
Marc
It sure has been a long time I checked in. Well, let me start of by telling you I am doing fine. In fact, me and my buddy Marcel are doing great. Great house, lovely job, beautiful weather, hot chicks, splendid beaches.
I could go on for hours, but I simply don't have any time. I will update this site more often now.
Ciao,
Marc
