Queensday 2006

people what a weekend...what a weekend..
Sitting here with a major hangover trying to recover from fridaynight and yesterday all day..

Yeah there was a special occassion..
it was QUEENSDAY!!
Every year we celebrate the birthday of our queen beatrice.
It starts always on april 29th at night and is april 30th all day..
This year it was on 28 and 29 because 30th was on a sunday.. wich is not a good deal for us partyanimals..so they changed the date this year.
Every body goes nuts and drinks allot... and the dresscode is orange ( familyname of our queen).
Ofcourse i didnt stick to that rule.. i bought 2 wigs ( white and red/black). I could'nt choose 1, so i used 1 for fridaynight and 1 during the day..

Queensnight:
At the night at nieuwmarkt..downtown amsterdam..
with my friends.. man it was great! live music.. allot of beer..
Even got beer from a stranger while waiting in the line from the ATM machine..he felt sorry for us all cuz the line was very long..
Yeah what alcohol can do with people...
We danced on the streets great live music a band i forgot the name but it was a mix of brasilian samba with african zouk and some arab stuff..
C'est tres cool!
It was a wild drunk night that ended for me at 3 am..

Queensday:
Don't even know where to start...
IT WAS AWSOME!!
Like i mentioned before the dresscode is orange ofcourse i didnt go in orange i was dressed up like a devil black/red wig, redwings and a pitchfork..together with my friend..
Walking through the streets of amsterdam drinking watching music everywhere
going on the picture with the whole world..
Yeah cuz of our outfit allot of tourists wanted to take pics of us or go on the picture with us..Really if i had asked money for all the pics they took i would have been rich. A gay guy from miami even filmed me..
So i think im gonna get famous in the miamigayscene.. hahaha..
At one point i lost my friends in the crowd ( 10.000s of people in the city).. Well no worry i found them back with help of my wig,my friend had the same..
All i had to ask was, you seen the same wig?.. yeah that way...ok thanx..And happily ever after we found eachother back..

Then we had our 1 minute of devilfame on AT 5 (local tv)
Very funny stuff what i remember what i said was somehing with peace and love( forgive me ive been drinking all day), and my friends said also some stuff..
Later that day several people came to us cuz they reconized us on tv..
Yeah a really crazy day..
We deceided to end our day at club more...
The music was ok, we wanted to go to sugarfactory because dr. lektroluv and tery toner were playing but the line was from the entrance till Tokyo..So club more was the other option..
Yeah my queensday 2006 was a big succes, cant wait till next year!

Noah's ark

I bought this..

In 1 of my previous posts i said i was going to shop on monday...for a bed..
well...

I ended up with something else...
That's how it always goes with me..
I go downtown to buy new shoes or something for my casa.. i end up with cds or new earrings..or whatever.. besides whats on my list..


ok, this is what ive bought instead of my bed..
A canon powershot A410
yes a camera..a digital one..

Oh well, ill buy my bed next week.. (been saying that the last few months)

MENA MURIA!

Today 25th of April.. RMSday..
for me a rememberanceday for what my grandfather was fighting for.. a real republic..
unfurtunally they got screwed by the dutch gouverment...

This year it was kept in Amsterdam.. so i went..
It was a real meetingpoint, the whole time it went like.. hey..hi..hello..to aunts and uncles from all over the country.. and explaining why my dad wasnt there...
The whole day there were political speeches, but also culteral things like menari (traditional dance see pic), tifa ( traditional drum).
But the big dissapointment of today was...
NO MOLUCCAN FOOD!!!!
Everybody was in shock what??!! where is the Lemper, Namu namu,Sate, Gado Gado?
It's impossible a moluccan thing without food..Really people thats a uncommon thing for us...
but even though there was no food.. it was interesting to learn more about my roots..
Let me end the day like how they ended every speech..
MENA MURIA!

Im just me...not a girly girl...

I did a test and this is the result:

You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

Quote of the week

" I think its ET keeping an eye on the brainwash videos"

that was my response on the question of my friend:' whats the green light at the scientology church'?
That was yesterdaynight sitting across the church on a terrace eating spacecake ( hashcake) and drinking rum & coke, during our very intelligent conversation..lol right...
We were on a "higher" level...

What april 25th means for me...

In one of my comments on my previous posts, there was this person.

Anonymous said:

Yeah... Long Live RMS!!! ;) One problem... RMS only seems to be active in Holland, so no point in calling it RMS

True, but i see it more as an gathering, an rememberanceday.
For fellow Moluccans sharing the same thing:

Our grandparents, for some of us our parents being screwed by the Dutch gouverment back then.
Brought to Holland because if they would stay there it would'nt be safe for them. ( they were fighting against the indos in the royal dutch army,cuz the dutch gouverment promised to help them to get independent..a real RMS )
And don't think they ended up in luxurious spa resorts.
They've been put in former transportationcamps they used in WWII for the jews.
And in the 50's for my grandfather and other moluccan soldiers, small barracks for big families.
Isolated from Dutch society..
They said: " its only temporary".. right...that temporary thing lasted more than 18 years, before they moved to normal houses.
55 years further ,don't think any of the promises have been made true...

So for me its more a rememberanceday of how they screwed my grandfather...

And for Moluccans one thing is very important you dont mess arround with keluarga and saudara ( family)

Why not?

The veteran rocker and her partner of more than three years, actress Tammy Lynn Micheals, are expecting twins together this spring, the duo announced Monday via a posting on the Grammy winner's Website.

Message to everybody who's against gay couples having kids...

Who says the traditional family ( mom & dad) is a 100% guarantee of success?
I've seen at my work cases, i think oh my god...parents who dont know how to deal with their kids or just dont give a shit what their kids doing...
I have a few kids at work whos parents are gay and they are the most stable kids ive seen...I mean the main important thing is that the kids have a good home and are being loved.. right?
I'm pretty sure gay people can try the same thing as Heterosexuals..
And if you say you need a woman and a man to raise kids...
Bullshit!
Im raised by my father alone and i didnt turn out into a lesbo..
Being gay isnt a fever you can catch, you're born like that or not...
So no worries to think the kids will turn into gay..

If you believe in the theory god created human existence...
Why did he created next to Adam & Eve also Adam & Evan?

So tell me now, why not?

LiFe In HeLL

Can't wait till next week..

Only today and tomorrow i have to work..
And then...

I got 1 whole week off!!!!

A week i really can use... feeling really tired lately..
1 whole week of NO:
Bitching co-workers ( everbody except patricia and mario).
Or kids pulling on me.. asking for attention ( still luv em)
Just 1 week my mind at zero..and smoking a joint in the sun on my balcony..

My weekplanning:

mon: sleep till ....and look for a bed.. ( still sleeping on a matras on the floor)

tue: RMS day going to the gathering (never been at RMSday) in de RAI Amsterdam..

wen: sleep till... and at the evening i got my Forro and Grafieira danceclass..

thurs: sleep till... maybe going to my grandfather in Eindhoven..havnt seen him since x-mas..

fri: sleep till..birthday party cousin at the evening..

In 3 words... VERY RELAXED WEEK...

To dutch people with a small world.

You want to get an tan, so you go on vacation in Spain..

The car you drive in is probably Japanese, Korean or German..

The gas you use is from Iraq or some other arab country

The shoes you wear is Chinese and probably made with childlabour..

The clothes you wear made in a Turkish textilefactory..

The coffee you drink is from Costa rica..

The dinner you eat tonight is Kebab made by Ali..

Maybe you're mailman is African?

The radio you use says on the back.. made in Taiwan..

The music you listen is American..

So why having any problems with it, if your neighbour is from another country?

Push ruth! I already can see the head,,,

Push ruth! puuush.. one more time and you can see
the head...
Nah that's not real, just a short clip of my nightmare
i had last night.
It all started with this:

Mirella one of my best friends who is in Australia on a holiday,
textmessaged me: ruth, the job intervieuw for nurse of last week turned out on a no..
So i messaged back: now what?
got message back: well, im going to try it somewhere else and if that does'nt work out either.. Im going to stop THE PILL.. and try to have a baby with Dennis..
( she was'nt joking)
I was so flabbergasted i didnt messaged back.
I could'nt imagine one of my best friends ( i know Mirella for already twenty years) is planning to have kids.

Here am i, a girl/young woman (however you want to call me) in her begin almost mid twenties.
Still dealing with the question: what the fuck i want to do with my life?
Laying in bed realizing the fun crazy days with mirella are maybe over..
Don't get me wrong people, i love kids i mean i work with them..
I just don't want them yet, not today, not tomorrow, not in the 1st upcomming five years.

I guess Mirellas breaking news had such an impact on me, that i had an nightmare about it of me having a baby..

WINNER - LOSER OF THE WEEK.

Loser of the week:

my cousin kelvin --->
his cellphone got stolen no not under threat no...
by two girls...
He said: ' yeah i was so drunk i gave it like it was a lighter'.
Dude you must have been REALLY drunk to do that!..
Amigo you're the loser of the week...







Winner of the week:
my cousin Ezra
for giving a cool party yesterday.. with good moluccan food..
girl you're the winner of the week...

The Netherlands a good 2nd

I thought only the craziest stuff would happen in The States...
NAh not true...
The Netherlands would score high points aswell and would be a perfect good 2nd if there was a list for that.

It all started with this: the beautiful sign forbidden to smoke weed on the streets (you can buy them on the net)..

The Amsterdam cityhall thought lets get more stricter and deceided to make an wedontwannabethewildestand1ofthemostliberaltowns rule..
The forbidden to smoke on the streets rule..

Ok, i thought...this is not a good deal for me..im a smoker and i love to smoke in the park..on the beach and on Damsquare. Will that be over for me now??
Thank god the rule doesnt count for my neighbourhood.. even though it would'nt last long before we get it here.. got more than 5 coffeeshops in my neighbourhood..
Then we got this jolly joker: Minister of justice Piet Hein Donner.
For him it started with an rap.. yeah people im not joking a real wannabe gangsta rap..
I think he was trying to get homies with the youth of today..
The plan failed ofcourse and since this week he's not really keeping any friends..
( if he had any..)

I dont know what he was doing when he deceided to make this rule..
sniffing glue with verdonk? on XTC with prime minister balkenende? i dont know..
But this rule is just mad crazy...
Ok ready here it comes....

Forbidden to play games like BINGO!

He sees it as gamble.. yeah so im thinking?
All im thinking poor old folks who lives in those retirementhomes..
1st you've been put away by your kids and now PH Donner ( his stage name) is taking the only joy of the week away from you..a game of bingo..
The bastard he is...

yeah like i said we would be a perfect 2nd...

Dilemma of a dog

HELAAS PINDAKAAS!

HELAAS PINDAKAAS! (to difficult to translate)

But rhythm & soul didnt won the contest on saturday at studio 22..

Funny part of the night was 3 different people came to me and said: yeah you did a good performance! uhmm what performance? i dont sing im just here to support my uncle..(i guess all moluccans look the same for them?)

my cousin owen..DRUNK!

If you cant see it... You still can click on it and open it...

then you'll see some funny shit!!

de kracht van ( the power of).... Alcohol!

white ninja is a funny babysitter..

Tolerance zero...

This afternoon i was sitting in the bus on my way to work..
I was an eyewitness of somethin i had only heard of stories..
But now i saw it in real life..


Ever since 9/11 people are afraid of muslims..
And dont think its only in the states.. dutch people got also infected with the virus called muslimphobia after the murder on Theo Van Gogh ( film director).
And don't think they keep it for themself no they will say it public right in your face.

I'll continue with what i saw today..

In the bus there's a muslim girl, who's sitting next to 2 elderly dutch people. She's at her stop and she asks if she may pass by because the 2 are blocking the exit..
while she passes by.. the man says 'look at that'.. on wich the lady awnsers 'yeah i know horrible'..
And the lady across me says 'yeah she looks like a ghost'..
The girl is getting out of the bus and the man is looking backwards to the girl.
The man again: ' they should send them all back to their own countries if they wanna live like that and they only can live on wellfare, they dont wanna intergrate'.
My blood is boiling...the lady across me is seeing how irritated i am about the comments they are making and she looks fast outside the window..
I wanna open my mouth to bad its my stop and i have to get out.

While im walking from the busstop to my work im thinking intergrate its a real fashionword now here in the the netherlands after RITA VERDONK introduced it..
I mean when are you really intergrated? when you speak dutch without any mistakes? When you eat patatoes everyday at 6pm ? when you walk on wooden shoes? When you know the whole dutch history? I know some dutch people and trust me i know foreigners who write better dutch then them. And the knowledge of dutch people about their own history is lousy!
And when are you really dutch?
They say when its written in your passport and you speak the language and when you're born here..
Hahaha. right......that counts maybe when you're white..
Even though im born and raised here, i got a dutch accent they never have asked what part of holland do i come from.. no they ask how long do i live here...when i awnser im born and raised in Amsterdam.. they awnser really? yeah really...

People think Holland is very tolerant with the possibility of gaymarriage , euthanasia, freedom of religion, Freedom of speech, freedom of who you really wanna be, etc..
It looks wonderfull on paper .. but in real its most of the time a different story..maybe in Amsterdam its not that bad as the rest of the country..

I arrive at my work i look to my kids and think.. ' ill hope the future will be better than today'..

This song is in my head all morning..

weezer- buddy holly

What's with these homies, dissing my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent?
Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine
Woo-hoo, and that's for all time

Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care bout that

Don't you ever fear, I'm always near
I know that you need help
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit
You need a guardian
Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours
Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine
Woo-hoo, and that's for all time

Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care bout that
I don't care bout that

Bang, bang a knock on the door
Another big bang and you're down on the floor
Oh no! What do we do?
Don't look now but I lost my shoe
I can't run and I can't kick
What's a matter babe are you feeling sick?
what's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you?
What's a matter babe, are you feeling blue? oh-oh!
And that's for all time
And that's for all time

Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care bout that
I don't care bout that
I don't care bout that
I don't care bout that

ToMmY A

my 1st lesson of samba and forro i thought?..

Just comming from work its 6:45 pm, normally i already would have been home by now..

No not today at 6:45 pm, today im on my way to my 1st samba and forro (brazilian dances) class. But im still waiting for my friend amanda who's joining me in this cours.. ah there she is.. 20 min left on the clock before the class starts..

We arrive in time at the center where they keep the dance class. I look arround to see what kind of people are also gonna take the dance class.. Hmm couples and single men woman of 40+ guess we're the babies.

Ok people lets come together...

( the teacher clapping his hands)

Let's stand in a circle and we start with the basic grafeira..

Huh? that's the 1st thing that goes through my mind grafeira??? I thought i was going to get some samba?

Nevermind ill think im going to like this aswell i like to dance anyways

Then we have to stand in a line.. behind the teacher..

he doing the steps.. 1 2 3 left.. dont use you're back-heel but the front of ur foot... till so far i can keep it up with what the teacher is doing..

but the guy next to me.. doesnt feel the rhythm.. dammit he stands on my foot...ouch and again..

I feel sorry for him though because he's the only one who cant keep it up with the rest...

maybe next week better...

Then the teacher say ok.. now we're gonna dance in couples..Ruth you go with him..

Him is the guy who was standing on my foot.. my luck...

And again he was standing on my foot again...then i thought ok that's enough and i was leading the dance...( this guy is lucky cause once when i was in antwerp belgium to a salsa party there was this guy also standing on my feet all the time, song wasnt finished yet but i walked away and left him on the dancefloor)

Teacher again: now we gonna change partner..

I have to dance with the teacher.. hmm ruth you've done this before? No..You're doing a good job..

But ive lied a bit i didnt said my ex is from Brasil and he was a good dancer who tought me a bit of forro and lambada ( guess alex wasnt bad after all).

But it was'nt like that either that we danced all the time.. maybe twice we did the dance.. He tought me more axe bahia and samba..

But its always nice to get a compliment..

Again we have to change:

Now im dancing with a guy who's so fucking tall

This is really my lucky day..

after allot of practice we are at the end of the class of today..

till next week....

Still waiting, mr. Asscher!

Its been a few weeks now and still i havent heard a awnser from mr Asscher to my email.

to be continued.........

No way! The hunderd is there

The child is made of one hundred.
The child has a hundred languages
a hundred hands
a hundred thoughts
a hundred ways of thinking
of playing, of speaking.

A hundred, always a hundred
ways of listening
of marveling
of loving
a hundred joys for singing
and understanding
a hundred worlds to discover
a hundred worlds to invent
a hundred worlds to dream.

The child has a hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
but they steal ninety-nine
the school and the culture
separate the head from the body.
They tell the child to think
without hands
to do without head
to listen and not speak
to understand without joy
to love and marvel
only at Easter and Christmas.

They tell the child
to discover the world already there
and of the hundred
they steal ninety-nine.
They tell the child that
work and play
reality and fantasy
science and imagination
sky and earth
reason and dream
are things
that do not belong together.
And thus they tell the child
that the hundred is not there.
The child says:No way. The hundred is there!

Loris Malaguzzi

LiFe In HeLL

Jesus Ethnicity

Proof That Jesus Was Jewish:
1. He went into his father's business.
2. He lived at home until the age of 33.
3. He was sure his mother was a virgin, and his mother was sure he was God.

Proof That Jesus Was Irish:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.

Proof That Jesus Was Puerto Rican:
1. His first name was Jesus.
2. He was bilingual.
3. He was always being harassed by the authorities.

Proof That Jesus Was Italian:
1. He talked with his hands.
2. He had wine with every meal.
3. He worked in the building trades.

Proof that Jesus Was a Californian:
1. He never cut his hair.
2. He walked around barefoot.
3. He invented a new religion and finally

Proof that Jesus Was Black:
1. He called everybody brother.
2. He liked Gospel.
3. He couldn't get a fair trial.