Poster

Last night i was at Asian Party but i didn't see a certain someone ;)
i went to sleep at 08.00 and at 14.00 i got a call from G., asking me to hang out with him. i wasn't in the mood to go out, so he came to my place. we were chilling here for a long time; talking, making jokes etc. i also gave him his birthday present: a poster of Muhammed Ali with the line 'Impossible is nothing.'
there actually is a story behind this present.. when someone -especially a friend- is having a birthday, i always want to give something special that he/she really likes (not just a bottle of wine or something, unless this person is a sommelier). so i thought to myself: "what is really characteristic about G.?" and than it came to my mind that i associate him with the quote 'Impossible is nothing.' so from then, the choice was easy made. i was looking in expo and some other stores for a poster of this kind, but i couldn't find it. eventually i was looking on the internet and to make a long story short: i found a guy in Singapore who owns a poster-shop and after negotiating about the price, i bought this one:

My other homie J. also came to my place and we were all chilling together. this Saturday G., J., my brother E. and myself are going to Club Panama and do what we have to do.

Because when you do something, do it good or don't do it at all.

The prestige

Yesterday i was in a cafe with my friend. we were just chilling, having a good time. out of nowhere comes this filthy Irish tourist disturbing us. he and his friend were drunk as hell and they were coming in our aura, asking me if i can get cocaine for them (?). he was coming closer and i felt my adrenalin pumping. my friend was calming us down with humor. but i was ready to strike if only he made one wrong move. i stayed cool, so luckily for him nothing happened.
In the evening i went kickboxing with another friend, so i could let out my energy. it was a heavy training, i really needed it.

Today i purchased 3 books. i use the word 'purchased' because i didn't pay for it ;). of course now you may have a bad opinion about me and think i'm some sort of thief. i am not, the only thing i steal, are woman's hearts :) because the term 'stealing' is so broad that i just can not find a proper definition for it. would a homeless father who would steal bread for his children be considered a thief? his children -who don't know if they'll live another day- will see him as their savior.. hmm.. what defines a man? is a man a thief or a savior? can a thief be a savior? who was Robin Hood?

So like i said, i got myself 3 expensive university study-books for free. here's how it works: first you buy a book. after you paid for it and get the receipt, you put the book in your bag and the receipt in your wallet. next, you walk back to the shelf, take the same book again -a new one- and you walk with this book to the cashier and say that you want to bring this book back. you take the receipt of the other book that you bought earlier (the one that is now in your bag) and you ask for your money back. so in fact, you get money back for a book that you didn't even buy. you just need to have the receipt from the first book ;)

I did this little trick today 3 times :) personally i love doing things like this: you do some stuff. some work, some fail. you do more of what works. if it works good, others will quickly copy it. then you do something else. the trick is the doing something else ;)

(K)