Boks ouwe

To what extent is one aware of its ego? Am I aware of what I write now, or is it my ego who's writing this? I was talking with my brother and he told me some real eye-openers about the ego and how easily it shows up. Because an ego is so abstract and subjective, I never gave it the time to let it make sense. It's all a matter of giving and taking energy. When someone takes, or tries to take energy from another, the ego shows up and tries to prevent it. Even when you tell a simple story, it seems that the ego almost always lures around the corner. But it doesn't, unless you are aware of its presence.

Spending time

It's been a while since I've been contemplating about the reality of everyday life. When I think about reality, a fantastical world unfolds itself in front of my eyes. A world wherein love forms the single purpose of destiny. A world even the worldly philosopher Adam Smith wrote about in his search of The Great Architect of Nature. Energy does create matter. Yet despite the unknown search for design in the confusion of the cosmos, one thing must without a doubt be true: time waits for no man.

We are slaves of the time. From the moment my phone wakes me up, I see digital numbers change every minute. Clocks just keep ticking and no matter how often you snooze your alarm, the clock just keeps ticking. Bounded by the ever going time. There seems to be no possibility to go back in time, no possibility to freeze, unfreeze or refreeze time, nor has one convinced me of any ability to foresee the future. Not even that mysterious lady at the mystifying carnival, claiming to be a fortuneteller.  

Those of you who ever visited a fortuneteller, might be surprised to realize just how much the fortuneteller knew about you. I'm talking about the private things, things that “she couldn't possibly know.” Nothing is what it seems. Time is of the essence in performing this technique called 'cold reading', whereby one predicts the future without prior knowledge. If performed correctly -a process that requires both practice and patience- one is to estimate an accuracy-level of nearly 80% to successfully predict what is about to come. Still, others believe that fortunetellers are just a bunch of deceiving and manipulative figures who try to make a living by way of telling people what they want to hear. After all, who doesn't appreciate it when another human being foresees greatness in your future? Seduction truly is an art and some forms of art are evidently timeless. 

And it is time itself that reflects reality. Reality is to understand the idea that time waits for nothing. It just goes and it follows the direction of an arrow. Once you comprehend the essence of direction, reality unfolds itself in its truest form. It feels energetically boosted and gives you wings without drinking Red Bull. Reality and time become one and the same. You feel like you are on cocaine, yet you are not. You feel the euphoric harmony of ecstasy, yet you didn't choose the blue pill. Whether or not my philosophy makes sense, reality never sensed so liberating. I suggest you try it.

The coin on the street

Have you ever had that feeling when you saw it lying down there? All alone. Abandoned. Left the path of the fellow means of value exchange, to set journey to the realms of your mind. It is not a matter of coincidence, nor is it related to the dynamics of luck. It just is. And you must decide in that fraction of a second who you are destined to be. Will you merely observe the coin lying down there, just waiting to get picked up? Or would your spirit guide your muscles to pick up the small piece of hard material? Would you pick up the coin or would you let it be? To be or not to be, in the Shakespearean cliché. Depending on the value of the object, it is reasonable to assume that a € 100 banknote would be picked up with less hesitation than a € 0.10 coin. But what is it that determines value? Would you rather pick up the € 100 bill or would you hate to admit the fact that a € 0.10 coin is just not worth the effort? Why do I do this? Why do I talk about coins? What’s the point of talking about material pieces of value exchange on the tiles of the pavement? Will you pick it up?

Gangsters in the back of the bus

This is something I have to write about before I forget it. It is something I observed 65 minutes ago in bus 65.

Those who occasionally take bus 65 -or any other bus for that matter- probably have noticed the "gangsters" in the back of it. And by gangsters I don't refer to the money-making druglords such as Scarface, Corleone or Escobar; I'm talking about the wannabe-gangsters -loudly voiced, cracking jokes, clownish adolescents; "wangsters" is how 50 would call them.

Yet despite their unmistakable presence, they are actually able to generate fear among other passengers. Perhaps fear would be too much of a word to describe it, but whatever it may be is rooted in the fight-or-flight response.

Indeed, today I literally saw with my own eyes how the fight-or-flight response manifests itself in practice. When passengers got out of the bus, I noticed that almost all of them took the exit that was further away from where they sat or stood. I even saw one guy -sitting two meters away from the back-exit- walking all the way to the exit at the front of the bus.

WTF???

This guy literally sat one foot away from the back-exit, but chose to make a journey to the front-exit..

When I saw that happen, the dynamics of the 48 laws of power made sense to me in a way I could never imagine! If you think about it, it's so crazy... some punks in the back of the bus were able to make another person take a different route! A route he probably wouldn't take if those punks were absent. Could it be more obvious on which end of the fight-or-flight spectrum the friendly passenger found himself?

For this reason alone I chose to walk to the back-exit, for the sake of possible confrontation; for the sake of "fighting". Not that I'm aggressive or suicidal or anything, but every opportunity that arises to test my character -both physically and mentally- is an opportunity I am obliged -if not compelled- to take.

So as I was taking the journey toward the back-exit (I stood near the bus driver, so I actually passed by the front-exit), I could sense the release of adrenalin.

As the adrenalin was running through my entity and as I was preparing myself mentally for the possibility of physical combat, serenity fell upon me.. I was calm and energetic in the same time. I felt like Maximus before facing death at the Colosseum.

My moment of glory however, didn't last very long. In fact, those punks in the back of the bus didn't disturb or confront me at all! All that adrenalin was for nothing! I guess nothing is what it seems; those gangsters were minding their own business. And it doesn't matter whether that business involves drugs, making jokes or confronting others, the real lesson to be learned here is that it shouldn't affect you in any way!

Fear is what stops people from doing what they want. And what they want can be something major or something as insignificant as exiting the bus. Know this: there is nothing to fear in life. Nothing. Not even the end of it.

Life is what it is. Life is strange, but only because we fear it and keep our eyes turned from it. Men are men and life is life, and we must deal with them as they are; and if we want to change them, we must deal with them in the form in which they exist.

With love,

A.

Are booty calls morally justified?

No, I am not here to talk about the fact that I called a girl the other night and asked her to take a taxi to my place. On which she responded that she didn't had money for a taxi, on which I stated that I would pay -though I didn't do that-. Still she replied in my favor, followed by her arrival some minutes later, which ended up in the activity better known as sexual intercourse.

No, I am not here to tell you that. I am here to tell you to never do that when you are drunk.

I don't know what it is, but it seems there is a trend going on regarding the phenomenon ‘booty calls’. Though I incorrectly speak of trend in the literal sense of the word -after all, booty calls were made ever since the first mobile phone was a fact- it is still kind of new to me. I used to have a girlfriend for a long time, so I never had to make booty calls. Yet those days are fortunately -or unfortunately, depending on my mood- over. Now even I have uncovered the magic of making booty calls. And making magic is precisely the purpose of making booty calls.However, what interests me is not so much what happens after the booty call -sex happens-, my interest was awoken when I placed myself in the mind of a woman. I started thinking why would a girl I hardly know pick up the phone at 4 o' clock in the night -let alone take a taxi to my place- only to take me to greater heights? What girl in her right mind would do such a thing? My guess is a lot of girls. Matter of fact, many more than you might think. Yes, and even those who you at least expect of doing such an “indecent deed”. Or perhaps I am wrong; maybe all girls who sleep with me are out of their mind? But that would mean that a lot of girls are out of their mind. And that would imply a strong correlation between a girl's attractiveness and her mental insensibility, which I tend to believe is not the case.

But who am I to speak about motivations to make booty calls? Who am I to speak about late night summons to arrange clandestine sexual liaisons on an ad hoc basis? For let there be no misunderstanding: a booty call is not an invite to a movie or a dinner, not just coffee, not a casual get-together; just a plain old-fashioned “let's fuck”. Perhaps not the most elegant kind of activity, but -as Einstein once remarked- if you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.

And in terms of the truth, I don't consider myself an expert on the matter. But I am no layman either. After all, who would have the courage to refer to himself as a layman, the object of ignorance? No, I am not here to speak on behalf of the women who sleep with me, nor am I here to unravel the mysterious riddle that is the mind of a woman. I simply don't have the answers. For a man who truly understands a woman's mind, is a man free of problems. And I am not that man… yet.

So what kind of man am I then? A complicated one would be an accurate answer, yet it wouldn't clarify anything. All that is complicated is rooted in that which is simple, because even a journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step. In terms of the obvious, it wouldn't surprise me if people would think wrong of me. But how accurate would that be? The fact that I don't see problems is all a matter of crossing boundaries, pushing the social norms, see what I can or can't get away with. This has nothing to do with being a “player”; it's about playing with the dynamics of life itself! But is that argument powerful enough to persuade you that I'm a decent and “nice guy”? Hardly, because arguments can be used to persuade and persuasive techniques can be used in arguments. However, the fact that a hammer can be used to pound in screws does not make it a screwdriver.

The real truth is that everyone wants to get laid, so without further ado; the moment of truth... making the call. Even if you are drunk, you still kind of realize what you are about to do. And there is not much romance about it. When -or more realistically if- she answers the phone, you cannot fuck it up. Because if you do, you won't get laid. But it never hurts to try right? ;) So should you try to ever make a booty call in the latest hour of the night, here are some pointers: 1) Don't repeat yourself as drunk people generally tend to do. 2) Even if you are the humble subject in a state of drunkenness, don't come across as needy, for it communicates low value. Don't sound needy, pay close attention to your vocals, your intonation. 3) There is no use in logically persuade her to have sex with you. Don't convince her to have sex with you based solely on words; touch upon her emotions, yet stay confident and sincere. She has to feel it. After all, he who enlists a woman's mind wields a power even greater than the sword or the scepter. 4) Believe in what you tell her. Speak from the heart, better yet; speak from the soul. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you express your true intentions and feelings -even if they seem indecent to most of us- she will often respond positively, simply because you speak with a truthful tongue; a tongue that will lead her to orgasm after orgasm.

At the end of the day, it doesn't matter whether you approve or disapprove of the psychological phenomenon ‘booty calls’. Fact is, phones are ringing every night. And why shouldn't they be ringing every night? Booty calls are very much alive today and are as real as real love could ever be. Not to compare one-night stands to deep feelings of love; why is such a comparison needed if the underlying principle remains continuous?: we all want to give love and be loved in return. That alone ought to be a moral justification of making booty calls. For it indeed is very hard to find true love, compared to how easy it is to dial a friend's number.

It is so, as long as we don't find our definition of love, perhaps one-night stands is the next best thing?

And perhaps one day I will call you in the middle of the night. Would you answer the phone?

A.'s advice

I have, like so many before me, asked myself the same question: "is life determined by destiny, patterned in the holds of superstition and fatalism, or does life resemble the dynamics of a game of roulette?" is everything what is now, meant to be what is now? is the course of the future bound to its historical fate? or is it all a mere matter of randomness? what are the chances?

As an extraordinary contributor of wisdom, Peter L. Bernstein, was sharp to point out: questions only lead to the need of more knowledge, not knowing that it is precisely the need of more knowledge that further complicates answers to those same questions.

Does it really matter to ask ourselves whether life is regulated by destined forces in the heavens? or should we interpret everything as luck, a concept so many gamblers today rely upon? indeed, should we look for answers in the clouds, rainy and stormy as they so often are? or should we dare to accept that the answer is within us as it has been for centuries?

If everything is a matter of luck, taking chances would be a meaningless exercise. invoking luck obscures truth, because it separates the event from its cause. when we say that someone has fallen on bad luck, we relieve that person of any responsibility for what has happened. when we say that someone has good luck, we deny that person credit for the effort that might have led to the happy outcome. but how sure can we be? was it fate or choice that decided the outcome? what are the chances?

Over the years I have been asking myself the same questions people -in the search of their forefathers- asked themselves since the beginning of our concept of time: what was before all of this? how did it all started? where did our obsession with the beginning of time came from? note that all of the above questions of central importance imply a perspective towards the past, instead of to the future. we take such pride in proving all sorts of phenomena that we often forget to look at what the future might bring. for many of us, the future is but an empty concept, an unknown guess at its best. we logically believe we can not control time, for none of us are born with the ability to foresee the future.. none of us are blessed with the hands of time.

How wrong we are.

Time is a controllable force, it is a means to slaughter the "mysteriousness" of the future; it is a means to create a future of prosperity; no; a future of enlightenment.

Still, my words leave little impression on the ears of those blinded by the voice of the past. my words are but voiceless eyes to those who passively hear.

The future is as unpredictable as is the chance of hitting black at the roulette table. it is only a matter of chance. a matter of good luck you might say. still, few of us doubt that Bill Gates -at once the richest man alive- became a wealthy citizen by just good luck.

If in the end luck is all we can be sure of, it surely is not to come to a lucky ending.

Though the very subject of this blog is a humble effort in providing guidance, I do not advice you to take my advice. after all, advice is precisely that what has come to be known as politics, whereby practitioners of the art -politicians; or "sorcerers" some prefer to call them- try to manifest their views of reality; a same sort of reality Herr Hitler believed in when justifying the killing of millions of innocent human beings. never take advice without consulting the oracles of logic. there is a rational reason the word advice contains the word vice, the notion of immorality.

Immorality, a word with a life of its own. it always fascinated me how often the word has been used for individual justification of something that reaches further than just the person who uses the word. nobody wants to act in accordance with immorality, so when uncertainty finds its way through the timeless path we call "life", we consult the prophets of the past for moral justification rather than the powerful oracles of human logic and reason. am I unreasonable now to utter such immoral words?

Immorality, a word with a life of its own. it always fascinated me how often the word has been used to describe me. indeed, according to many -but what is to be called "many" in a universe that counts more stars than men and women?- I am everything that stands for the hedonistic society of selfishness and individual quest for reaching happiness; "modern society" is how modern economists would call it. indeed, I think of myself long before I ever dare to consider those around me; I have the certainty of the touch of one woman, yet I often find myself in the presence of temptation, unable to say no to the beauty of other women's eyes; it gives me great pleasure to find myself in a state of intoxication; to drink seas of alcohol like Dionysus, God of wine, did in order to find true happiness. whether it makes sense to assume one is to find happiness at the bottom of a glass of wine, it doesn't stop us from looking there. as far as the eye can see, as far as we expose our lungs to the poisons of the plants of the orient, hoping to find some clarity; to find a sense of meaning, a sense of order in the midst of chaos.

I have been labeled immoral by more than one. but like any self-righteous narcissist, I omit to see my reflection in the water. for it is a reflection that Narcissus himself dare not see. and it indeed is difficult to see with eyes closed.

Not too long ago, my eyes have been exposed to a view far greater than any politician nor sorcerer could ever dream of. it is a view grounded in reality, because the moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on: nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.

Profound words have a tendency to manifest themselves in the history-books. yet, some words are too profound to be that simple as are some words too simple to be deemed profound. is A.'s advice the gathering of obscure words of inner wisdom? or are the words as simple as the fact that 1 + 1 = 2? if indeed, 2 it is.

Original is nothing

Update

"The secret is how to die. Since the beginning of time, the secret had always been how to die."

Sounds pretty intense right? at least that's what I thought when I read the first line of Dan Brown's 'The lost symbol'. the reason I put this line forward in my blog is because it's a perfect example of how openers should be presented: they have to trigger your attention. any good opener -whether it is a pick-up line or an introduction phrase- can either make you or break you. Consequently, this puts your creativity to the test. take for example my blog: if I start my blog boring, you will lose attention and you will not continue reading what I wrote.

The underlying concept is very simple. it always is. every great person in history understood the importance of leaving behind a good impression. as we know, first impressions are the most important, for we never get a second chance to make a first impression. we base our initial opinions upon first impressions. why you think (most) people don't forget their first time sex?

There can only be one first time for everything we do. all the times after it -of course more sophisticated and improved- are just a repetition of that first time..

So does this mean that history repeats itself -like so many people believe it does-? this answer can be explained in more than one way. my first answer is that history repeats itself over and over again and that everything what happens, already happened -may it be in a different form, shape or size- some time in history before. all the great minds and philosophers living today -like the Dalai Lama- all had the same ideas -may it be in a different form, shape or size- as the great minds back in the days of Socrates, Plato and Aristotle.
Nothing is new, nothing is creative, everything what happens is merely a repeated action of what once was before. We are all the same, only our means changed over time. as Einstein once said: "I know not with what weapons World War 3 will be fought, but World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones."

The other side of the coin is that history does not repeat itself.. that we are in fact not doomed to live within an endless circle of repetition. the very fact that we are able to think about the concept of this "circle of repetition", implies that we are also able to change the way we perceive it; that we are thus capable of creating our own path, of stepping out of this vicious circle. as Nietzsche would like to think; it is in mankind's ability to transcend humanity's repetitive nature. such a being embraces the idea of continual change; of continual reinvention.
don't worry, I will not bother you with vague terms and I surely don't want to sound like a "New Age" manager, I'm simply stating that it is in our power to overcome our selves!

I believe that one can ultimately grow if one tries to set goals and conquers oneself. a winner is not someone who defeats others, a winner is someone who overcomes himself. the victory of a true winner is not measured by how many -external- opponents he defeats, but by overcoming his inner demons -his insecurities, fears, character flaws etc.-

In the last year, I have grown a lot. I have experienced a lot. not necessarily in the sense of doing activities -even tough that as well ;)- but I have experienced a lot of mental growth within myself. I could say I'm experiencing spiritual growth, but like I stated before, I don't want to sound too dreamy and vague.

One week ago, I came back from my girlfriend J. in Brasil. being back home in Amsterdam sometimes feel surreal. not that I'm dreamy or that I can not handle reality. on the contrary, reality becomes more and more a construct that I'm creating myself! it seems that nothing is out of reach for me!!! I have become more myself, more mature, more consistent and I feel as if the world is my playground. and trust me, this feels very good..

I feel in many ways completely fearless.... take for example my flight back home.. I was flying high above the sky, in a Boeing 777-300, 11 hours from Brasil to Amsterdam. next to me sat a big, masculine Brazilian guy/man. I knew that within the next half hour, we would be friends or enemies.. we became the latter.
we both did something very primal and very basic; defending our territory..
this was the situation: I was sitting on the aisle seat and he in the middle seat. we both wanted to rest our elbows on the armrest. the guy weighs over 100 kilo so it would be more fair to give him more space.

But then again, life is not fair..

Even tough I am not as big as my fellow traveler, I would not "surrender" and let him have the armrest. so after 10 minutes we both placed our elbows on the same small armrest and we both could sense the irritation. we both didn't want to give up..

After 20 minutes the "pushing" started to get more intense and I had to use force just to keep my elbow on the rest.. luckily, at one point we both found an agreeable position.

And it went well..

For no longer than 5 minutes..

After half an hour, I knew I had to make a choice. because he would not give up the armrest to me and I sure as hell would not give it up to him. now it had become personal.. so with an incredible force I pushed his elbow off the rest -with my elbow- to claim my place.

He looks at me and said something in Portuguese. I told him that if he wants to tell me something, to do it in English. he asked me -in an aggressive manner- what my problem is and why I am pushing his elbow away all the time?!

I looked at him -very deep in his eyes- focused and calmly, and said: "I am claiming my place. I want to have my elbow on this armrest and I will keep it here for the rest of this flight. will this be a problem for you?" (I said it very calmly, not with the slightest of aggression).. I don't know if he understood my English, -he didn't respond after my statement- but for the rest of the flight, his ENTIRE body (including his elbow ;) was moved away from me and I had all the space in the world.

Maybe this little story seems trivial or insignificant to you, but I felt I accomplished something very important. because it's not about some arm-lean, it's about representing yourself and standing up for what you believe in.

Another story:

The second day in Amsterdam me and one of my best friends J., went to Sugar Factory, Wicked Jazz Sounds. again here, the night gives you a variety of options. your character is being formed by the choices you make and the actions you undertake. we entered the club and when I looked around I said to myself that the night can develop in two ways: or I choose the easy way and just have a drink, dance a little bit, talk with some people -who don't hear what you say because of the loud music-, in other words: a regular fucking boring night.

Or, I give away a show and make sure I will be able to look at myself in the mirror afterwards and say: "yeah man, last night was a great night. you stole the show man!"

What you think I chose? ;)

Result: J. and me dancing jazz!! destroying the dancefloor. one girl even asked me if I'm a professional dancer, or if I took dance-lessons. I told her that I'm just a natural and continued my "choreography" ;). at one point I was dancing with another girl, S. and this was a dirty sex dance! I mean dirty DIRTY, that she was sweating on me! she, being a sexy blonde dancer, gave me her phone number and wanted to see me again. luckily my homie J. reminded me that I still have a girlfriend in Brasil, so I didn't get to the part of having sex with S... even tough I EASILY could have.

I am now back at Leeds, England, doing my university exchange programme. I just finished my essay -written for the first time in English- about 'The justification of inequality within societies'. but I don't expect you to care about it ;).

I always hear comments about my blog that my 'fans' only want to read about my sexual adventures and other wild and crazy stories. well let me tell you, life does not always have to be wild and crazy. it does not always have to be about sex -even tough sex is one of the most important things in life, better yet, it is the very purpose of our continuation of life!- for me, the concept of sex has changed a lot over the years. when I was first having regular sex -when I was a little horny teenager boy ;P- I was only thinking: "YES, I am fucking a nice girl now! YEAHHH!!!" but now I experience sex completely different. for me sex is now simply an extension of the social interaction with the girl. it is only natural to have sex with a girl, after a pleasant conversation with her -of course ONLY if she is nice (I may be one of the pickiest guys alive, no joke)-. once the "click" is established, 9 out of 10 times, sex will happen naturally.

But I don't want to talk too much about sex now, because I only miss my girlfriend J. I dislike the fact that she lives all the way in fucking Brasil, but like I told G. many times before: she is worth it, especially because the sex with her is ABSURDLY GREAT!!! saying that she is my best sex ever is an understatement.. !!!

J., I know you read my blog and I can only tell you that I sincerely have very intense feelings for you -most people would call it love- and I'll see you again soon, whether it's in Brasil, Holland or in the UK..

PS. I know for a fact that many people read my blog (when I see my friends, they always comment me about something I wrote), but now I even have some official "blogfollowers". even tough I never met some of these people, they are somehow interested in what I have to say. So, G., I take it as a compliment! thanks! I read your blog too and I'll keep an eye out on it.

Keep on bloggin' and keep on rockin', because we are all fuckin' rockstars, even if it is only in our minds ;)

Cheers,

A.

Happy birthday E.!

20 years!! you are no longer a teenager E., it's time to be a man ;) what is a man? a man is someone who knows what he wants and doesn't apologize for achieving his goals. a man is someone who gets things done. he is the center of his group, the alpha male. he does not seek for approval, instead he lives by his own standards and is not affected by any outside turmoil. he is someone who knows how to hold and present himself in every situation. he is a coldblooded killer and he is a gentleman. he is a ferocious Samurai warrior as well as an emotional and tender lover. he is congruent; his actions mirror his beliefs. he doesn't get caught up in irrelevant forms of drama. he doesn't lose his coolness. when everyone else panics, he stays calm and makes things happen. he has a strong believe-system and a powerful mindset. he is in control of situations and protects the ones he loves.

A man should be living his life to the fullest. he must become a leader. but he shouldn't become blind for his own flaws. therefore, a good leader must be able to follow as well. it is this kind of man that i'm talking about. the kind of man who is charming, charismatic, who inspires others and who respects his family, friends and lovers. he communicates cleverly and clearly. he has a high social status and he just 'gets it'. he is able to read others and help them in any way he can. when he interacts, he doesn't solely focus on the verbal aspect; he analyzes the tone of voice and reads the body language. he is a man of humor and practical jokes and he knows how to make people feel safe, secure and how to make them laugh ;). he attracts women because he reads and speaks the secret language of sexual communication. it is this man who is not afraid to sexually please a highly attractive girl and to fulfill all her needs and wants. it is the same man who is a lover as well as a provider. he stands with a strong posture and he is the main actor of his world. he does not walk on the surface of the earth, instead; the world is moving underneath his feet when he walks. he strives for success in all area's of life and he makes himself a valuable asset to the lives of others.

Intelligence, wisdom, dominance, confidence, high levels of energy, masculinity, determination, authenticity and fearlessness are all characteristics that he owns. more importantly, he knows how to display them and he always tries to develop them to a higher level. he is a man of great fortune. not because he is 'lucky', but because he sees opportunities and acts accordingly to MAKE his own luck. what does it take to become this type of man? it is a long and never-ending process of rising and falling. 20 years ago you were given a chance to become a real man. you already achieved MANY great things and like i said in my previous blog, i foresee even greater things happening for you in the future. grand things.

Happy birthday E.!!!

Family dinner at Japan Inn (yes J., you have become part of the family ;P)
Excellent yakitori!!!

Having a drink at Leidseplein.